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anime-kia · 2 years

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Internet Lover

If you don't know, Twitch is a platform where people can broadcast and livestream things from gameplay to "just chatting". Its a dope platform (of course there's trolls, but I mean what social media app doesn't have those?).

Twitch Terminology:

Raid: When a streamer brings their channel viewers to another persons stream (happens once they've ended the stream)

Sub: Subscriber (they pay to be subscribed [or they can use Twitch Prime for free] to a channel: which gives them access to custom emotes, badges and other things as well)

Bits: 1 bit = 1 cent (these are like tips)

No warnings.

Relationship: Twitch Partner Erik x Reader

King.Killmonger, also known as Erik Stevens lived up to his name. He was a big name in the Twitch community, mainly known for his highly skillful Call of Duty gameplay, but is also good at many other games.

You discovered him from your little brother, Kai. The both of you were gamers, and he put you on to Twitch. Before that, you mainly used YouTube to watch other people's gameplay.

One evening when you were babysitting your younger brother who was suppose to be doing his homework, you caught him on his iPad, and confiscated it away from him before he could even protest. But what stopped you was the smooth and low voice that vibrated your eardrums so pleasantly. Even better was the chestnut coloured male in the bottom right corner of the screen, his face so focused with his eyebrows furrowing slightly, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"Who's this?" You asked Kai.

"King.Killmonger. Now gimme it back!"

"Not until you finish your homework. I ain't getting the blame if your ass does bad in school."

"I ain't gonna do bad!"

"I don't care."

"Give it-"

"Yoooooo! I know y'all seen that trick shot! Oh my God, bruh!" Killmonger's voice sounded through the tablet. "Please tell me someone clipped that."

"You made me miss it!" Kai yelled in frustration.

"If ya homework was done you wouldn't have." You shrug and walk into the kitchen.

"You're so annoying, holy shit!"

"Cuss at me one more time and I'll show Mom your browser history."

You could hear him gasp in the other room. A smirk of success graced your lips.

Sister: 1 Brother: 0

Now to present day, you never missed one of his streams. You even snuck to watch him if he streamed while you were in class.

Erik was very confident and some people could easily mistake that for cockiness. There was one time where this other streamer decided to start beef with Erik for no good reason other than jealously.

"Aight so here's the story. I said, 'Honestly, bruh you really ain't even worth my time. You doing this shit for clout. You do what you do and imma do what I do, aight?'" His tone was calm, but you could see it in his eyes, the irritation. "Then this nigga goes, 'You're not shit, you never will be shit.' I had to fuckin' laugh, nigga don't even have a third of my followers and got some nerve to talk about me. Anyways, so he says, 'I wouldn't be nothing without my followers.'" Erik bursts out into laughter as he gets up from his gaming chair.

There was shuffling in the background for a little while until he returned, plopping back down into the chair with a piece of paper in his hands.

"Y'all can see that right?" He asked with humour in his tone.

The comments flooded with laughing emojis, his emotes, and different variations of comments that applauded him.

"Erik Stevens. PhD in Engineering." He stroked his beard, in fake thought. "Hmm... I would be nothing? Look, y'all my niggas, but I'd be flourishing regardless of Twitch."

Not only was he handsome and talented, but he was also educated. To say you had a crush on him would be an understatement.

Maybe you had a chance, but there was this one female who he would often play with, she was pretty good at gaming as well. Everyone thought that she was his girlfriend for the longest time, you included.

She was pretty; light skin, curly medium length hair, slanted hazel eyes, full lips and a slender figure with meat in all the right places. She too was an Internet personality, part time Instagram model, full time YouTuber. Yes, you did stalk her on Instagram.

They had a bond which seemed inseparable, but other than the assumptions from everyone, they kept their relationship private.

Erik had a very large male audience compared to females. Because his chat was incredibly active (even in slow-mode) he wouldn't always be able to read messages or notifications, but more times than none, he would thank his viewers for their support and contributions.

There was one time when you subscribed to his channel and he said your username as he thanked you. You clipped it just for yourself, completely ecstatic hearing him say your nickname.

Seeing Erik stream and how much he enjoyed it motivated you to start streaming. You played a variety of games from first-person shooters to RPGS. Your following was small with an average of ten people showing up, some of them were your online friends and sometimes you would get random people too, but it all depended on what game you were playing and if your webcam was on or not.

It's not that you would have your cleavage in the camera or a full face of makeup with your hair done to attract the viewers, but you were a female. Some guys enjoyed seeing female gamers play things like Call of Duty, and others did not. You normally kept your webcam off for first-person shooters, but this time you decided to keep it on.

"Hey Tracey, yes I do have my camera on this time." You smiled, getting ready to start the match. "How was my day? My day was alright I guess. I had to go to the supermarket, and y'all know I hate that. Picked up Kai from school and got some... Unfavourable news, but overall I'm doing okay."

The match began counting down, so you adjusted the volume on your gold and black headset.

As soon as you would join a lobby, you would mute all of the other players unless they were your friends. For some reason, CoD lobbies were just so toxic and you did not have the time to curse out a caucasian child (hell, even the adults) for using the N-word or harassing you because you're a female.

The viewers in your stream chatted amongst themselves and sent some messages out to you. You would glance over every now and then to read the chat.

Your thank you alert dinged in your ear, signalling that you just received a new follower. It was the clip from Master Chef, season 3 episode 1.

"Thank you for the follow MysticBubblez. Welcome to my channel!"

The kill confirmed match was going fairly well, except this one person that kept getting kills off of you from camping. "Fucking annoying ass, dirty, cheating ass bitch." You raged. "I swear I hate campers, like get the hell off the game if you're so scared. The fuck?"

Kai scream something from his room, but the game audio drowned out his words.

"I'm sorry if y'all can hear my brother screaming in the back, the kid is a maniac I swear."

The match was close to an end and your team was up by two.

"Come on y'all, collect the tags!" You yelled to no one in particular, considering you muted them all.

You were so focused in on not losing the game which was neck-and-neck, but you were caught off guard by the continuous follower alert going off in your ears and the one that told you someone just raided your channel.

"Oh shit, whoa whoa, hold on! Sorry y'all gimme a second."

At first you thought it was just another small streamer that had raided you, but your chat was flooded with emotes. Killmonger's emotes.

Your heart began racing like crazy.

"Oh my God. No way! No fucking way!"

You completely set your controller down and watched as your chat was flooded with new names. All of your regulars were being drowned out. The thumping of your heart was so intense, you could swear that it was about to jump out of your chest. Then you saw his name pop up with the purple verification check.

Your eyes grew three sizes while reading his comment.

King.Killmonger: Wassup lil mama? 😈

You covered your mouth with your hand, staring in absolute shock.

Traceyyy: Ma'am the alerts, mute them LOOOL

"My bad." You laughed, silencing the alerts. "Um, hi everyone! What the hell is actually happening? I know my favourite streamer didn't just raid my little ass channel."

You had to put the chat in slow-mode because it was going insane. You couldn't even see your moderators' comments and even a few of Erik's comments got lost in the chaos too.

King.Killmonger: I'm ya favourite? No surprise heheh.

"Wow, oh my God. I didn't even know you were streaming today, I've never missed a stream before, but I can't even be mad." Your voice was light as you spoke.

The bedroom door bursted open with Kai flying in. "Yo, Killmonger just raided you!"

"I know Kai, what the fuck!?"

He went into the webcam, "Hey King K, I love your streams! Raid me next, my sister is trash at video games, I'll make it worth your while I swear."

"Kai, get outta here!" You pushed him out of your room and locked the door. You sat back down and apologized, "Ugh, sorry about him. Anyways, thank you so, so, so, so, so much for the raid. I definitely just hit affiliate thanks to you too, wow!"

King.Killmonger: LMAO 😂 Np lil mama

Then your annoying little brother commented.

Kuickscope_Kai: This wouldn't be possible without me

"Kai shut up before I tell mom about your math grade."

But he is right, you would've never found Killmonger, thus you would've never started streaming if it weren't for him. You could thank him later though.

Kuickscope_Kai: Thats why your ugly

King.Killmonger: @kuickscope_kai you cappin' she ain't ugly bruh

Kuickscope_Kai: YO @King.Killmonger 😱

Your little brother was freaking out in his bedroom, yelling in excitement because Killmonger just replied to him. You were also freaking out because he basically called you good looking, even if you were dressed in your university's sweater, a pair of tights, no makeup and hair slicked back from two days ago. Your profile picture was nice though, snapchat filters were truly a life saver.

"First of all, it's y-o-u-r-e. But anyways, once again thank you so much for this raid you don't even know how happy I am right now, like my cheeks are hurting from smiling. I'm really in shock."

You were so thrilled, even after ending your amazing stream. Before going to sleep, your phone had so many notifications about different followers on all of your social media platforms. What blew you away even more was that Erik really followed you on everything.

"There is no way this is happening, I'm about to wake up from a dream I know it." You sighed, sliding your body underneath your covers and retiring for the night.

You ended up dreaming about playing online with him, so when you woke up you were certain that it was all just a vivid dream. But that was until you lifted your phone to check your notifications and saw an Instagram DM from Erik.

King.Stevens: wassup? Your stream was super dope yesterday, I enjoyed myself.

So it wasn't a dream... The beating in your heart picked up once again.

It took you the whole day before you could respond to his message. You were too nervous and afraid to answer back. He was so intimidating, so powerful and so handsome. What could you say to a man like that?

You contemplated leaving the message alone until you could collect your thoughts together. He sent that message at 1 a.m. and you responded just before midnight stuck.

You: Thank you so much. I really appreciate that!

He replied within five minutes.

King.Stevens: Lmao dang it took you the whole day to get back, I thought you were never gonna respond

You: Ah, sorry I just was too nervous

King.Stevens: No worries... Aye can I get your gamertag tho, wanna play together?

You: I'm not that good tho, you're in those elite squads lmaoooo

King.Stevens: I aint even worried about nun of dat, just you and me, not competitive. Plus I wanna talk to you, hear more of that pretty voice

You could feel your cheeks heating up at this point.

You: I guess so 😅

So you typed your gamertag and sent it to him.

King.Stevens: You got time tomorrow or am I gonna have to wait another business day cuz I make you nervous

You: 😂 we can play tomorrow

King.Stevens: Aight bet. Don't stand me up either

You: I won't! I'll be on around 3 your time

King.Stevens: Oh yeah, I forgot about the timezones. Where you stay?

You: New York

King.Stevens: That's dope, I was hoping TwitchCon would be held there this year but they doing it up here again

You: Of course :/ I been wanting to go

King.Stevens: You never been?

You: Nope, I got school that I'm paying for so I barely have time. And Cali is expensive! A plane ticket, plus a hotel, plus the event is more than I can afford atm.

King.Stevens: Dang, I feel that. Them student loans be expensive as shit

You: Tell me about it omg

King.Stevens: Aight, hold on. I don't want to get to know you over DMs, so imma hit you up tomorrow and like I said, don't leave me hanging

You: I won't LMAO! Talk to you later.

King.Stevens: Night lil mama ;)

The next morning you woke up extremely excited. You even contemplated getting on a little bit earlier just in case he was on early as well. But judging by his Instagram story, he was at some club in LA celebrating his friend, Roger's, birthday, so he was probably still asleep. The time differences would have its affect as well.

You were sure he had a hangover too, there was so much booze in every single clip of his story. He looked mighty fine though. His beard and hairline were both nicely lined up, dreads hanging loosely on his forehead, gold caps peeking from his mouth every time he rapped to a song or smiled for a picture, tight fitted black t-shirt showcasing his muscles and a gold cuban link resting over his broad shoulders, not the typical chain he wore with a unique ring looped through it.

Unfortunately he didn't show off the rest of his outfit, but you could only imagine the name brand sneakers he had on.

You decided to catch up on the rest of your notifications with a bowl of cereal for the rest of the morning. Your Twitch following grew three times more than what you originally had, a lot of thirsty guys flooded your DMs on both IG and Twitter, and even your Snapchat was going off. Something told you to ignore all of the new video and picture messages though.

Does Erik even know the impact he could have on someone's life, you wondered.

Just a day ago you were practically no one, and now all of sudden, hundreds of thousands of people knew you. Killmonger rarely raided anyones channel, so what made you the special one? It couldn't have been random selection.

Three p.m. his time seemed like it took forever to come. You hadn't realized how much of a difference there was with the timezones, but then again it could be because you were anticipating playing with him the entire day. It felt like watching water boil.

You went to the mall with a few friends and then to a restaurant to kill even more time. Usually when you do that the time flies, but you checked your watch so often that it felt like time began reversing.

Finally the clock hit six p.m. and you turned on your system and slipped on your bluetooth headset. Like clockwork, you got a notification: King.Killmonger has invited you to a party.

All of your nerves spiked right back up, heart beating so incredibly fast. This was really happening.

You accepted the invite with a shaky hand.

When you got in it was quiet at first, noticing that the party was on private.

"H-hello?" Your voice came out smaller than you expected.

About ten seconds later he finally turned his headset on, "Aye, wassup lil mama? You accepted that invite real fast. Thought you'd be a day late again." He teased.

His voice ran smoothly in your ears, and it was a bit rusty like he had just woken up.

"Wow, it was just that one time." Your eyes rolled.

"I'm just fuckin' with you. What you tryna do?"

"I mean we can play CoD." You suggested.

"Modern Warfare?"

"Yeah."

"Aight bet." He agreed, placing the disk into the system. "Think you can run with the big dogs?"

"I'll try. I ain't shy."

He chuckled, "Nah lil mama, you came in here on some, h-hi. I heard that, sounding like you scared or some."

"I did not!"

"It's aight, don't trip." He was laughing. "I don't bite... Unless you want me to."

Your eyebrows jumped at his suggestive remark.

He sent you another invitation to the game.

"Team deathmatch, kill confirmed, domination?" Erik asked.

"I'm cool with anything, just use 'quick play' so we can play whatever."

"I like that, you decisive. I hate when folks can't make up they mind."

"I know, you always get mad at your friends for not choosing something."

"Only reason I let they ass choose is cuz they say I'm selfish if I make all the calls." He huffed in annoyance.

You could relate, just like earlier when you were out with your friends. You spent an extra hour in the mall deciding on where to eat. Some wanted seafood, others wanted chicken. You gave them suggestions of restaurants that carried both, but for some reason they didn't want to eat at those restaurants either. The funny thing was you all ended up getting pizza.

You explained this to Erik and he was amused.

"At that point I'd just go home." He said.

"I would've, but we were all starving and I'm out of groceries."

"It's a dude coming on your left with a shotgun."

"Thank you." Before the other player could shoot you, you threw a stun grenade and shot him with your AUG.

"So y'all don't got bread and butter at least? You could've ate that and called it a day."

"That's something my dad would say." You rolled your eyes.

"Daddy knows best." He was smirking.

"Sure, whatever you say." You let out a silent laugh, "I'd rather deal with them being indecisive than eat some dry ass bread and butter."

The match ended and Erik of course dominated the leaderboard with way more kills than deaths. You were sitting just above average.

"That lobby was full of try-hards, bruh." He sounded annoyed, which is funny because the whole time you were talking he seemed cheery and relaxed.

"You had the highest score out of all of us though."

"I did, but I actually had to lean forward for that damn match. Niggas was camping and shit."

"I know, they piss me off the most."

"I'm saying."

It was amusing how you forgot you were talking to an internet celebrity. He didn't make you feel uncomfortable or intimidated, it honestly felt like you've known him your whole life. So that brought up your question for him that you had earlier.

"Why did you decide to raid my channel?"

"I was just browsing through Twitch and I saw your channel pop up. The name looked very familiar, and you were also playing my favourite game. I thought, why not share the love, you know?"

"So I got very lucky I guess."

"You can say that." He chuckled, "...A pretty thang like you playing a shooting game, what nigga could resist?"

Your eyes widened once again, suddenly you felt shy and nervous again. "Th-thank you."

If you weren't already hot before, you most definitely were now.

The next few months were nothing you expected. Erik and you formed a friendship with flirty undertones that were unspoken. Getting to know more about Erik was interesting. He told you about things he never told his viewers before, clearly he trusted you enough. You too told him things about yourself that you never really talked about with other people either.

Never in a million years did you think he would notice you, much less befriend you. He was on the other side of the country and you were just one of a million living in the city. Plus, LA had tons of beautiful women, and some were also gamers too. Just like his hazel eyed, light skinned friend.

You must've accumulated enough good karma in your life for this to happen.

You were in bed, binge watching episodes of Dr. Stone when Erik sent you a text.

E: FaceTime?

You paused the episode and replied.

You: Sure, gimme a sec

E: Aight

You took your bonnet off, and pushed your twists over your left shoulder. Your face was looking a little tired, so you washed and moisturized it, finishing off with a bit of lip gloss. There were bags under your eyelids still, but they weren't too noticeable.

You opened the app and clicked his name, and by the third buzz he answered. Your jaw almost hit the floor. Sexy wasn't even the word to describe the man staring at you with a grin.

He was relaxing in bed, dreads hanging messily over his forehead, pecs slightly making an appearance.

"My eyes are up here, lil mama." He teased.

"I hope you didn't call me naked." You lied.

His camera flipped, but all you could see was a blanket covering his lower half. Hopefully the covers were just ruffled so much that it was creating shapes, but if not... Lord pray for any girl who has been into contact with him.

Eyes wide, you gasp. "You are-"

He started laughing as he flipped the camera back onto his face. "What, you tryna see sum?"

"I- no! I said I hope you didn't call me naked!"

"You want me to get dressed?"

"I didn't say all that." You shyly said.

"Good." He smirked. "So what you up to?"

"I was watching Dr. Stone before you texted me."

"Oh word? All these months of knowing you and I'm just finding out you watch anime?"

"I could've sworn I told you this before."

"Nah, shorty. I remember everything you tell me."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, test me."

"Where did I go on vacation last year?"

"Barbados. But you also mentioned it was for school, so it really wasn't a vacation, but you still had fun." He recited your words.

Oh wow, he did remember. When you returned from your trip, a lot of your family members and friends constantly asked, "How was Bermuda?"

Goes to show that they either don't listen or have poor geography skills.

"I'm impressed, Erik."

"I know." He cockily agreed with a wink, "But I been wondering. When is your birthday? You never told me."

"It's in two weeks on Saturday. I been busy with making plans and stuff."

"That's why you got them bags under your eyes. You need someone to put you to sleep, huh?"

He made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Erik often teased you with suggestions, but you tried to pay no mind to them.

"Well I am kinda busy. Plus, my brother and me share the same birthday so I been planning for him and myself."

"Ain't you nice? How's he doing by the way?"

"Better, but I'm still tryna push him to achieve higher because he's smart, but all he wants to do is play video games and skip school with his delinquent friends. It's hard cuz my mama is at work pretty much every day and she's barely home. My dad doesn't live with us, so he lacks that male role model in his life. Then me, I'm always busy, especially with school."

Erik hummed to himself, stroking his beard. "Lemme talk to him, I'll see what I can do."

"No, you don't have to, E. It's okay."

"Nah, nah. I mean he looks up to me, right?"

"Yeah."

"I might be able to push him to do better. I mean look at me, I grew up rough, a young nigga from Oakland and I made it. I ain't using my degree or whatever, but I still got it."

You smiled, "Alright. But he's sleeping right now."

"Oh, well I didn't mean right now. I'm tryna talk to yo' fine self."

You bashfully looked away again, he constantly made you feel some type of way.

"Stop. Oh my gosh." Your voice went up a few pitches higher, "You're just saying that."

"I mean it, girl."

"Lemme ask you a question then." He nods at you to proceed, "Okay so, you keep flirting with me, but aren't you dating that girl."

His eyebrows furrowed, "Who?"

"The light skin one."

Erik chortled, "Hell nah. We cool, but she got a man. Some nigga from Ethiopia."

"But I thought-"

"I know. But it ain't like that..."

You nodded. Their chemistry was so good though.

"What about you? Who you got keeping me from cuffing you?"

He was so bold.

"N-no one. I been single for a while." You moved a twist behind your ear.

He sat up, and now you could get a full view of his defined chest. He caught you staring and flexed them both. Your eyes rolled.

"A while?"

"Yeah, my ex cheated on me with this girl I use to go to school with." You sighed, "They didn't even last longer than a month- and she got pregnant too, by someone else!"

Erik eyebrows were raised, "Damn."

"Then he tried coming back to me." You let out an airy laugh. "I almost felt bad for him, dude was crying, snot and everything."

Erik chortled, revealing his pearly whites. "He a whole clown yo."

"Right. My life is a movie, I swear."

"You're telling me. I thought my life was wild, but the shit you tell me got me cracking up, on God."

You both laughed and continued to converse together for a while, until you yawned.

"You tired, lil mama?"

"Yeah, I am." You were now resting on your side, blanket pulled up to your nose.

"I wish I could talk to you some more, I ain't sleeping for another five hours at least."

Damn the timezones.

"Me too." Your eyes were half lidded, and his silky voice was lulling you into a deep sleep.

He watched your eyes slowly shut down, enjoying the peaceful look on your face. It's interesting how these quiet moments on FaceTime were some of the best. It was a bonding experience.

Your social media platforms continuously grew and you even started collecting money from Twitch. People were actually curious to know more about your life and the secretive relationship that was forming between you and Erik.

Every time he streamed, the viewers would inquire about you. Every now and then you would leave a comment, but then you would be harassed by tons of comments. Someone dropped a ten dollar tip donation with a question attached to it.

"Trip, thank you for the ten dollar tip." Erik said, pausing the game to read the message. "When will you guys be meeting up? Well imma be at TwitchCon this year, ion know if my girl's gonna fly out too." He replied.

As much as you really wanted to, you couldn't. You had to get your priorities straight, like putting your money towards school and helping out with the house bills and groceries. Anything you made off the internet, you set that aside into your savings.

Some streamers would set up donation goals so their viewers could help fund various things like trips to different conventions, but you didn't feel all that comfortable doing that. If people wanted to donate money to you, they absolutely could, but it was never mandatory.

It was funny how Erik calling you his girl blew up into a huge thing. Not even on Twitch alone, but Instagram too. You were now known as Killmonger's girl.

People kept talking about you both. Some YouTube channels even went as far as posting videos based around it. Of course you knew how big Erik was on the internet, but you hadn't realized the real calibre of it all. If he made music, he would probably make it to The Shade Room.

You talked to him about it, considering the two of you weren't actually dating, but he said let them believe what they want. Erik didn't care at all.

The only annoying thing was when people mentioned his other female friend. The light skin. She was still there, but you didn't really converse with her or anything.

She was annoyed as well, and posted a video on her Instagram ranting to her followers.

"I don't know why y'all think I'm bothered by this. Erik and I are just friends, and I have a boyfriend. There is no drama, aight? Thank you, next!"

You agreed with her, and you also wanted to make a similar video to explain things, but Erik insisted that there was no need to. Maybe he was right.

Two weeks later, Kai, your mom and you went down to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate your birthdays.

Kai was so excited because it was his first time going, and your mom was just glad to finally get time off of work to celebrate with her babies. You too were happy. Cheers to another year of life!

The smell of food wafted into your nose as the waitress sat it on the table. Your mouth was already watering. The plate of truffle-honey chicken was yours, Kai ordered the chargrilled bone-in New York steak and your mom got shrimp and chicken gumbo.

Kai kept stealing pieces of shrimp off her plate so she poked his hand with the fork. He retracted it quickly, "Ouch, ma what was that for!?"

"Don't touch my food, boy." She warned him.

Your mom did not play when it came to food.

You laughed at the interaction, "If you take a piece of her cheesecake you better say goodbye to your arm."

Years ago when Kai was just a baby, you tried to take a piece of her cake, but she grabbed your arm so fast and rough you thought it was gonna come off.

"You better know it, tuh." She scoffed, while eating another piece of shrimp.

The rest of the dinner was filled with chatter and more food. You loved seeing your mom finally relax and enjoy herself. Around this time of the year, she was usually so stressed out because she was the one to plan your birthdays with her busy work schedule, and she somehow always managed to make it happen.

At first you were going through the hassle of throwing a party, inviting lots of family and friends, until you decided that it wasn't worth it. You wanted it to be quality family time. Kai was cool with it too, as long as he was getting presents.

Your mom was relieved when you told her that a small dinner at the Cheesecake Factory would suffice. She hadn't gone out to eat in a long time too.

"I am stuffed." You leaned back against the booth, patting your stomach.

"Me too." Kai agreed, "I'm taking my cheesecake home."

You nodded, "Same."

"This was a good choice." Your mom praised you, placing her fork down.

You thanked her feeling proud.

The waitress came back so your mom asked for takeout containers and the check.

"Oh and one more thing." She pulled two small gift bags out of her purse and handed them to each of you.

"Thanks, mama!" Your brother and you both said.

In yours was a beautiful gold necklace with your name on it and a little diamond dangling on the side with a preloaded gift card of $100. Your brother also got the same gift card and Dragon Ball Z: Kakarot. He's been wanting the game ever since it came out.

"This is so dope, ma!" He cheered and gave her a hug.

"Yeah, I love it! Thank you." You added and also gave her a hug.

"I'm glad you like your gifts." She mused and collected the bill from the waitress.

"Another gift?" You raised an eyebrow at the package at the front door.

"Maybe it's from Dad." Kai suggested, taking the keys from you to open the door.

You picked up the package and read the label, completely shocked to see Erik Stevens printed out on the sender label.

"Nah, it definitely isn't Dad." The box wasn't too heavy, and when you shook it, nothing really moved around.

Your mom looked at the label, "Oh it's from ya boyfriend, huh?" She cheekily grinned at you.

"He is not my boyfriend." You rolled your eyes.

How in the world did he get your address?

"It's from Erik." You told Kai.

He gasped excitedly and ran over to the package, "He was serious!"

You frowned at your brother, "What do you mean by that?"

"Just open it!" He was very excited so clearly he knew about it. "Killmonger is the coolest man alive, bruh!"

Carefully, you opened the package and there was a black and gold card on top that said 'Happy Birthday!' in fancy bubble letters with a drop shadow.

The inside of the card read, Happy Birthday to you! For many more years to come, I wish you all the best.

Cliché. You thought.

But underneath the standard greeting was his hand writing. It wasn't sloppy at all, but very sharp.

I hope you enjoy these gifts. You're a Twitch star now, so of course you need one of these. (At this point you open the rest of your gifts- and there's one for Kai too).

You removed the packaging and pulled out two packages, one with your name on it and one with Kai's.

"Here." You handed Kai his and in no time, he tore it open. You also opened yours, revealing a lovely purple sweater with the word 'Twitch' on it, plus the logo.

"Yo! And he got my size right!" Kai enthused, slinging the hood over his head.

You were about to try yours on, but there was a white envelope at the bottom of the box. His hand writing was also on top.

I hope I got the right sizes. So now that you got the sweater, you need to wear 'em somewhere. Go ahead and open the envelope. (P.S. Using paper is primitive, but I wanted to surprise you.)

Kai was watching your face and trying to keep his composure.

"What-"

"Open it!" He demanded. If his complexion was lighter, he would be as red as a tomato.

"Alright, damn."

You pealed it open and slid out two pieces of paper. Flipping it over, you almost dropped them in complete shock.

"Kai..."

"Yeah!?"

"We're going to TwitchCon!"

"Yes!" He yelled enthusiastically.

Your mother ran into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was.

Kai was jumping up and down for joy. You were still in complete shock that this man you befriended over the internet went to these lengths just for you.

Later that night you FaceTimed him.

"Thank you so much, Erik oh my gosh! You really didn't have to, like it's too much!" You bashfully exclaimed.

"Never too much for you, birthday girl." He grinned.

"Dude, you bought us plane tickets! Who does that!"

His smile was so big, almost rivalling yours. "I do, for special people like you."

"You really didn't have to, I feel like I owe you something now."

"You do."

Your eyebrows shot up, "I-I do?"

"Of course you do. When I see you, you owe me a hug." He joked, even though the look in his eyes were serious.

"But I mean I was gonna do that anyway." You giggled.

"Oh word? Then you owe me a kiss."

Your jaw dropped, "Erik!"

"I'm serious, baby girl." He smirked, running a hand through his dreads.

Well you did plan on doing that too as well, but you wouldn't let him know.

"I'll think about it." You challenged. "No promises."

"Aight, but don't do too much thinking."

Trust me, I won't.

Kai and you were anticipating the day to come and it finally did, two months later. Erik too was excited to finally meet you. No more seeing him through your computer or phone screen, you would finally be seeing him through your eyes.

You hailed a taxi, waiting for it to stop so the both of you could get in. You gave the driver the address to the air B&B. Erik also wanted to pay for your hotel, but you refused. He already did so much.

Kai had on his sweater, but you reminded him the event was happening tomorrow.

"I don't care, imma wear it the whole time we're here." He insisted with a shrug.

"It's 78 degrees, Kai. Take it off, I'm not tryna smell your sweat the whole time we're here."

This was your first time in Cali as an adult. The last time you visited, you were just a baby, and Kai wasn't even born. You were excited about everything. The weather, palm trees, plastic bodies, beaches, a possible chance at a celebrity sighting!

Erik promised to give you a tour after TwitchCon since you would be staying a week in Cali.

When you checked your phone, he already sent you a text. About the same time your plane landed.

E: Welcome to Cali!

You smiled, he must've had that flight tracker on his phone.

Sending him a quick 'thank you', you slipped your phone back into your carry-on and pulled out your camera. Kai was snapping every single moment.

"Ayo, look at that shorty." He zoomed in on her wide behind while snickering.

You were driving by an outdoor pool and Kai was busy ogling at the females and their tiny bikinis. It was a sight you rarely saw in New York, so you could understand his giddiness, but still. Gross.

"See what you not finna do is that." You snatched the phone from him and deleted the video. "Nasty ass."

"Bruh." He glared at you, taking his phone back.

"Do stupid shit like that again and I'll send you home."

"You wanna be mom so bad, B."

You sharply cut your eyes at him, and he settled down looking back out onto the streets.

The cab driver was silently laughing to himself the entire time.

The air B&B was small, but nice. It was an apartment with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a cute kitchenette and a living room area that had a large TV, a PS4, an Xbox One and a Nintendo Switch.

"Check and see if they have Mario Kart." You told your brother while wheeling your suitcase into the first bedroom.

"They do!" He turned on the system and set up the game.

You put on a pair of shorts because the jeans you were wearing became too hot, ordered pizza and picked up a joy-con. "Ready to lose?"

"Who losing, you?" He challenged.

You playfully shoved Kai's head as you selected your characters.

The two of you spent the rest of the night playing various games while eating pizza from a California native restaurant that you've always wanted to try. It was hyped up on social media, and after your first bite you definitely understood the excitement behind it.

Several hours later, you woke up on the couch. The TV was still on and your brother's foot was in your face.

"Ew." You pushed it out of the way and sat up, realizing what had happened. You felt both jet lagged and hazy.

It was pretty bright outside, like it was the afternoon.

"Oh shit, don't tell me we're late!" You ran into your room and checked your cell phone, but became instantly relieved when the time was only showing nine a.m. There were still another four hours before you had to get to the event.

The timezone differences were no joke!

There was a text from your mom and Erik.

Mama: Good morning, baby. Enjoying Cali? You're probably not up yet. The time will throw you off, especially Kai. Lol.

She sent that an hour ago.

You: Morning, it's great! The weather, the air B&B, everything. I might have to move after grad ;)

Then you checked Erik's text.

E: GM, princess. They just told me I got a panel to speak so I invited u to come up w/ me. Is that cool?

He texted you two hours earlier. Why was he up so early?

You: That sounds scary, what am I gonna do up there?

You set your phone down onto the bed and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower and to brush your teeth. There was a supermarket five minutes away and you needed some groceries for the week. Pizza would not be sufficient enough for seven days.

The weather was gonna be in the high sixties for the morning so you slipped on a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of Nike slides. You got goddess braids styled into a pony tail, so you didn't have to worry about fixing it up too much. Maybe a retouch up on the edges, since you fell asleep without protecting your hair.

You left the apartment, leaving Kai to catch up on his sleep.

At the grocery store, Erik had replied.

E: U just gotta answer questions, no biggie.

Easy for him to say considering he's been doing this for a while now, you were still brand new to it. And that's what you replied to him.

He sent three laughing emojis.

E: It's easy, I promise

You were walking through the isles, picking up various items. You could feel stares on you, it was strange, but you carefully looked around to make sure no one was racially profiling you or that a weird man hadn't been following you around. It was relatively empty too.

You gathered your groceries quickly and brought them to the checkout. As you waited for the cashier to finish scanning you called up and uber so that way you weren't left waiting with the possibility of someone harassing you.

Six grocery bags and twenty steps later, you finally made it back into the apartment. Your phone vibrated once again. The shower was on, indicating that Kai was occupying it. He was lucky, you couldn't grill him for not answering his phone when you needed help.

You put all the groceries down and checked the message.

E: Lol u real famous now huh?

You: Wym?

He sent you a picture of yourself holding up two Ben & Jerry's ice cream carton.

E: Some lil nigga took a picture of you at the store. Check ya Twitter

So you did, and there were tons of notifications that were linked to the tweet with the same picture Erik had sent you.

The caption read, "I saw @_____ at the Market, but I was too afraid to say hi 😓"

Someone afraid to say hi to me?

So you wrote back: @Maverickthegamer1800 don't be shy to say hi to me, I don't bite lol. Plus, I'm a normal person!

You would much prefer a hello versus someone taking random pictures of you in public.

For the remaining time you had, you packed away the groceries and made breakfast for you and Kai. Erik said there would be food vendors there so you wouldn't have to eat too much prior, and apparently there would be an after party as well.

There was a two hours left and the event was a thirty minute drive away, but with the famous LA traffic you knew it would take at least an hour. You took another shower, moisturized your body and dressed up in ripped high-waisted denim capris, a black long sleeved crop top, full black converse, gold hoops and the necklace your mom gifted you on your birthday. You shoved all your belongings in a small backpack and tied your purple sweater around your waist.

"Ready, Kai?" You called to him from the front door.

He emerged from his room, dressed in shorts and his sweater. "Been ready, let's go!"

"Thank you." You said, closing the door to the blue Honda Civic. Your uber driver was quite friendly. She was a middle-aged lady who was telling you how her son wanted to come to the event, but he ended up getting too sick to go. You felt bad for the kid, but she did mention that it would be his fifth time going. She also complimented your hairstyle.

"It's really beautiful, I wish I could get my hair to do that." She had said.

You would've lied to her and said it was possible, but hey, cultural appropriation exists!

"We're really here!" Kai said in awe looking up at the large building. There were so many people, even cosplayers!

A few people waved at you or shouted your name, so you waved back and said hello to them. Being recognized in public more than once was certainly a new feeling that you'd have to get use to.

Your heart was beating as you sent Erik the text.

You: We're here 😅

Within seconds he responded.

E: Fr? Where u at?

You: We're walking through security now. Gate A

E: Stay there 😈

You: Okay

Him and that damn emoji.

You pulled Kai to the side and told him to stay put.

He huffed before speaking. "Your hand is shaking. What are you nervous for?"

"I-I dunno, I'm just excited." You explained.

The truth was you were nervous to meet Erik in person. You really had no idea of what to expect. But also, you were being acknowledged a lot more than you were use to. There were people from all around the world here, and some of them were fans. Your fans.

It was an odd thought, people actually came to these events to meet other people like yourself.

Kai went to sit down on a nearby bench and pulled out his phone to post on snap again. He was pointing out all of the Twitch streamers that he followed, almost leaving his seat to go take pictures with them, but you didn't want him to get lost in the big crowd.

"Just wait a little while." You sternly commanded him. He dramatically rolled his eyes.

"H-hi, can I get a picture? I'm a big fan." A shy female voice said. You looked to your right and saw a girl standing there with her and behind her back.

She was about fourteen, dorky looking, but very cute. She was the first black girl you had seen considering the humongous crowd of males, and the lack of melanin.

"Of course!" You smiled at the girl, and bent down a little to level with her. She snapped the picture and thanked you.

"What's your name?" You inquired.

"Arusi." She grinned.

The more she spoke, the more you could hear an accent. "Where are you from?"

"Tanzania, we moved to the US about a year ago." Her voice was so soft and gentle.

"I hope America's been treating you well."

"It's been good so far. Especially since I discovered your Twitch channel. You really inspired me to start my own." She beamed.

Your heart almost melted.

Me? Inspiring others!

It was truly amazing.

"That makes me feel really special." You blushed at her, "I'm glad I could inspire you. Keep doing what your doing, okay?"

"I will, thank you so much!"

You gave her a hug and watched her disappear into the crowd.

"Ain't that cute." A familiar deep, and smoky voice came from behind you.

Your eyes widened and you turned around immediately. "Oh my gosh!" As if the beating in your chest wasn't already pounding enough.

He was really there. Standing in front of you with that signature grin on his lips and arms wide open.

Of course he was attractive online, but in person took it to a whole other level. Your head craned upwards because he was so tall. You admired his smooth brown skin, dark eyes, straight nose and full lips. His hair was freshly re-twisted and lined up, beard and moustache both looking very healthy and kempt.

His body was so large and muscular. You were sure once you went to meet his embrace, your body would be lost within his. And that's exactly how it felt as you rushed into him. He smelled so good!

He wrapped his arms around you, rebalancing himself after you threw it off. There were many reactions of awe from people around, but you drowned it all out, relishing in the moment.

You knew the pictures and videos would be all over social media, but honestly you did not care.

He began pulling you away, getting a better look at you. It felt like an eternity as you both stared into each others eyes.

"Hi." You shyly said with a bright smile on your face.

"Wassup?" He cockily smirked, flashing his gold caps.

You felt someone roughly tap your shoulder, "Can I go now?" Kai begged.

You glanced over and looked at him, "Yeah go ahead, but please do not get lost. And do not lose your pho-"

"Okay, mom! Hey Erik, Imma come back to you aight?" He promised and rushed off into the crowd. You sighed as Erik laughed.

"For sure." Erik agreed then turned back to you, "He was right, you do act like his mama."

You gasped, "When did he tell you that?"

Erik let go of your arms then wrapped one of his heavy arms over your shoulder, "Don't worry about it."

"Ah, there you are!" A lady dressed in all black, carrying a clipboard hurried over. "The panel is starting now, come on."

"But we wanted pictures!" The audience whined.

"Pictures after the panel, now let's go." She demanded.

"I got y'all later, no worries." He said and followed the lady to a stage area with seats set up and everything.

There was a seat for you, and your name was on a card beside Erik's. You greeted a few other streamers who were sitting at the table.

"Don't be nervous, aight? You got this." Erik reassured you, patting your thigh.

The seats filled up very quickly, some people had to stand outside of the area and listen in.

The announcer came on stage and greeted the audience, "Hello and welcome to the annual TwitchCon, I hope you are all excited to be here! Today we're bringing you more updates and things to come in the future for Twitch." He looked back at the table, "Some of your favourite streamers are here to talk to you today and answer any questions you have and we even have a few newbies here too. So without further ado, I'd like to welcome everyone!" He began reading the names off as the audience cheered and clapped.

The whole time the announcer was talking, Erik kept playing footsies with you and smirking at you. He'd poke your side, and one time he actually poked a really sensitive spot causing you to yelp. Everyone looked at you and you blushed terribly in embarrassment. You mouthed a sorry as Erik laughed.

He would also whisper jokes in your ear, and you wanted to laugh so badly, but it would be impolite.

"Honestly, this part is the boring shit that nobody really cares about." Erik admitted in a low tone. The blonde haired guy sitting beside him agreed and you made an amused noise with your nose.

A while later, the announcer finally opened up the floor for the audience to ask questions. You were nervous again because you haven't been interviewed like this other than for a job.

Luckily though, majority of the questions went to Erik and the other more popular streamers.

You figured teenage white boys didn't really know what to ask a black adult female.

There were a good number of females in the crowd and one of them inquired about how it felt being recognized for more than just a pretty face in the Twitch community.

"Well thank you first of all." So many compliments, it was overwhelming. "It feels good, ya know. I'm really grateful that my viewers don't question my ability to game because I'm a woman. Of course I get the occasional troll, but my moderators usually handle that."

"What about you being black?" Erik added in.

You smiled, "Well being a female is one thing, but being a black female is another. There will always be trolls, someone trying to bring me down, but I don't let it get to me. I'm very happy with where I'm at in life right now. I'm not hurting anybody, not causing drama with anyone. I'm doin' me." You commented. "In fact, when I got in here this girl- shoutout to you Arusi- said I inspired her. Do you know how good that made me feel?" You gushed just thinking about it again. "All I know is the gaming community can be harsh, but it's also an amazing thing too."

"Great response!" The announcer applauded, the audience also clapped as well.

You knew that this crowd wouldn't be able to completely understand what it felt like to be a female gamer with African heritage, so there was no point in breaking it all down. Even though there were all kinds of people in the audience, but it mainly was teenage white boys. You were still happy to express some of yourself though.

"Alright and we'll take a few more questions... Yes you in the back, blue hat."

The guy in the blue hat was handed a mic, "I have a question for Killmonger."

"Wassup, bro?" Erik rested his arms on the table.

"Is she your girlfriend?!"

Your eyes widened at the boldness of this guy. Erik however, leaned back and stared at you. You tried to avoid looking into his eyes.

"Ion know, you gon' have to ask her." He slyly said, putting you on the spot.

This was an asshole move.

You shielded your face and turned away. The purple haired female streamer beside you guffawed.

"Come on, you guys always keep secrets from us!" Blue Hat complained.

"It ain't me bro, I just respect what the lady wants." Erik shrugged.

You finally lifted your head after you felt your heart rate calmed down slightly. You leaned into the mic and inhaled before looking at Erik and then saying, "Yes."

The audience erupted in different forms of cheer and celebration. Many "I KNEW IT's!" and "I TOLD YOU SO's!" filled the air as you and Erik glanced at each other during the madness.

Who knew so many people cared?

"Alright, settle down. Settle down!" The announcer interjected.

Blue Hat still had the mic, "If you really are dating then kiss!"

The audience went wild again as they chanted, "Kiss!" repeatedly.

You already admitted that you were Erik's girlfriend in front of hundreds of people, might as well go the extra mile and seal the deal. Besides, you owed him that much for all he's already done for you. So you pulled him in and gently connected your lips.

Judging by the way he was preparing to move his lips, you could tell it would heat up quickly so you pulled back before TwitchCon turned into PornHubCon.

Erik licked his lips, impressed at your boldness. At first he believed the furthest you would go was a kiss on the cheek, but you really kissed him on the lips after just meeting him for the first time.

"Happy?" You asked Blue Hat.

But Erik answered under his breath, "Most definitely."

"Yep, I just won $100 dollars. Thank you!" He cheered.

Everyone laughed.

There are really some crazy people in the world. Making bets on other peoples relationship.

At the end of the event, you, Kai and Erik were tired. You both more than him, Erik was use to this. Though you were grateful for the many people who were excited to meet you, taking that many pictures and signing that many autographs was exhausting.

"You still wanna go to the party?" He asked running his thumb over your knuckles.

"I do, but I'm kind of in the mood to sleep as well." You admitted.

"You won't be missing much to be honest. I usually show up for the hors d'oeuvres cuz they fire, but other than that I bounce."

"I guess I'll head back to the air B&B then. Kai looks like he's gonna pass out anyway." You looked at your brother who was leaning against the wall, eyelids halfway open.

"I can drive y'all."

"No, no it's alright. You've already done so much."

"Baby, why you always quick to say no to me? I want that sam energy from the panel."

You made up an excuse, "It's gonna be a long drive."

"I ain't worried about no traffic, girl. That just gives me more time with you." Erik brought your knuckles up to his lips. Your knees felt weak.

You sighed and gave in, "Fine. Come on, Kai."

Erik helped you into his silver Range Rover, locking the door before getting into the drivers side and Kai helped himself.

Another hour and you were back at the air B&B. Your phone was blowing up with notifications about the whole event earlier. Even your friends and family had texted you about the kiss you shared on stage with Erik, mom included.

He walked you to the front door of your room.

"Goodnight, Erik. See you tomorrow." Kai sleepily said and walked into the apartment leaving you two alone.

"Goodnight, Kai." He replied before fixing his attention back onto you.

"So how did you get my address?" You began, it's been on your mind since you received the gifts from him.

"Remember when you gave me Kai's number." You nodded, "Well I told him about my plan to fly y'all out here to LA so we could go to TwitchCon together. I knew you wanted to go, but you kept telling me why you couldn't. So I made a deal with him."

You beckoned for him to keep going.

"If he kept his grades up, I would get both of y'all out here for TwitchCon. And he held his end of the deal." Erik stated with a shrug. "I would say you should thank him, but I was gonna do it either way. It was a good motivator though."

"It was." You agreed. Kai's grades did change over the course of him talking to Erik. You were unaware of this happening, but you're glad that Erik did it.

It was silent again, Erik was staring at you with this calculated look on his face. It made you shy.

"What?" You timidly questioned him, feeling small under his gaze.

"Nun, I'm just taking in how fine you are."

He always knew how to wake the butterflies in your stomach.

"I'm also thinking about that kiss." He added in a husky voice. "I wanted a part two, and I still do." His fingers lifted your chin up and your eyes fell onto his lips that were closing the distance.

You met in the middle, lips clashing together. Erik's arms wrapped around your frame, your hands holding the sides of his face as the kiss deepened even more. It was soft at first, but grew stronger with need and passion. You clung to each other, not wanting to let go.

You both dreamed for this moment for months and it finally was a reality.

The man that you use to watch behind your computer screen caused your legs to feel like butter, the butterflies in your stomach to go rampant and the beating in your heart to rival the sounds of a drum.

You couldn't have asked for more.

Yes! Finally finished!

I have no idea how this became so long, but it did lol!

I'll be honest, at one point I felt like this story was super boring (and I was considering deleting it 3000 words in- there's 9000 excluding this authors note), but as I kept writing I grew to like it more, so I really hope you all enjoyed it. Even if video games aren't your thing.

Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: March 14-19, 2020)

#killmonger x reader #black reader #killmonger fic

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Final Wishes (T’Challa & Shuri X Killmonger!Reader)

Characters: T’Challa & Shuri X Killmonger!Reader, Erik Killmonger X Sister!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, Black Panther

Warnings: Spoilers to Black Panther, mention of death

Request: can i get an angsty fic where reader is erik killmonger's sister and t'challa and shuri come to tell that her brother is dead.... and it doesn't go well but in the end is full of fluff(weird, i know) but the idea just suddenly pop up in my head

It had been several days since you last had any form of contact with your older brother, Erik, and you had started to get worried. Erik never really concerned you with his work, but you always worried, knowing his work wasn’t normal. He’d be gone for days at a time, sometimes weeks, and he refused to tell you anything. All you knew is that it paid the bills, and bought you anything you needed or wanted, and that sometimes he went to different countries. The closest thing you could describe his work as was that he moved artifacts, usually back to their original homes.

The last you heard from your brother, he said he was gonna go meet some relatives from your dad’s side who lived in Wakanda. You were quite a bit younger than Erik when your dad died- you were having a sleepover, so luckily you didn’t have to see your dad dead, and Erik had expressed his thankfulness for this as well growing up. Erik had stepped up for you, being the best big brother to you. He kept you safe, he provided for you, and he made it clear that he would always have your back.

Then two people showed up at your door. They introduced themselves as T’Challa and Shuri- your cousins. They asked to come in, and you let them in, though you could feel they were tense. You sat down with them. “Did Erik send you? Has something happened?” You asked. Shuri looked at her brother for a moment, before looking back at you.

“Um.. we have bad news.” Shuri started, and your heart dropped.

“Erik… passed away… the explanation of how it happened is complicated, but please, let us explain.” T’Challa asked, before he started to explain what had happened, from start to finish. It was clear they didn’t want to jump right into how it happened, and as they gave context, before ultimately telling you about his death, you understood why.

You wanted to be angry. You essentially just let your brother’s killer into your home. But you were also distraught. Erik was always righteous, and he’d always promised you one day he’d get your dad’s killer, who you now know was your uncle, and the late King of Wakanda… and while it pained you to admit it… you understood.

“Before he died, he told me about you. He had promised he’d take you to see Wakanda. I’m here to ask if you’d like to see it.” T’Challa asked. You snapped out of your blank stare to gawk at him.

“Even after what he did? Nearly killing you? Nearly destroying Wakanda? You want to invite me in?”

“What happened was horrible, Y/N, we know that. Our father shouldn’t have killed your father, and he shouldn’t have shunned you and your brother, but we can’t change the past, but we can do good by the dead. Erik wanted you to see the sunsets, to feel welcome in the home where your father was born and raised. You don’t have to come with us now, you can come whenever, and however often you want.” Shuri tried to assure you. You let yourself think for a moment, checking the calendar on the nearby wall, taking a deep breath in.

“...Can I come with you today?” You asked them. They smiled reassuringly, and nodded.

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WANDA MAXIMOFF/READER - LAND OF THIEVES - #CHAPTERTEN

Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

AO3> Land of Thieves

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit violence, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, cursing, blood. Chapters Warning: Smut is here kids.

Words: More than 50k

You wake up with Wanda entwined with you. You can get used to it, but you prefer it in a bed. At the moment, your back hurts a lot, because you two have fallen asleep on the grass, after talking all night long on the lakeshore.

Then you stretch out slightly and start stroking Wanda's hair tenderly, and she gradually wakes up.

- Good morning, love. - She mumbles huskily against your neck. You smile as you greet her back.

- We have to get up. - You tell her and let out a chuckle when Wanda grumbled unhappily.

Wanda squirmed against you, and then lifted her head with a slightly worried expression.

- Damn, you must be sore all over. - She says. - Sorry for sleeping on you.

You smile, disagreeing.

- No problem, darling. - You tell her. - I like it when you're on top of me.

Wanda smiles mischievously at your flirting, but then turns away to sit and look around. She notices that the other camp members are waking up. You sit up, and lean against the tree behind you.

- Do you think anyone will notice if we just stay in bed today? - Wanda asks humorously, adjusting her fallen suspenders and fastening them around her shoulders.

- I think your brother would have us out of bed in less than twenty minutes. - You joke, making her laugh.

She then stands up, and reaches out her hand to help you. You accept, and stand in front of her, but before she leaves, you lift one of your hands to her neck and kiss her hard.

Wanda stumbles back slightly in surprise, and then responds, her tongue asking for passage next. You sigh as you accept, and lift your other hand to her waist, as your tongues touch together.

You keep the kiss slow, and then part. You and Wanda smile with slightly swollen lips.

- Now let's get to work. - You tell her with a wink and steal another kiss before walking towards the camp.

//-//

Wanda needs to get back to Rhodes with Natasha first thing in the morning. You give her a quick good luck kiss before she leaves. And then you go to Bucky's tent.

- Hey, Buck. - You greet him as he enters. He is getting dressed and you try not to stare at the spot where his arm used to be.

- Good morning, Y/N. - He answers without turning around, looking for a shirt in his closet. - How are you?

- All right. - You answer. - I came to ask you to come with me to the reservation.

Bucky raises his eyebrow in surprise when he turns around.

- What are you going to do there?

- I would like to tell them what we are going to do. - You explain. - They should know what the government is trying to do.

- Oh, I get it. - said Bucky, buttoning up a white shirt. - I would like to go yes. Thanks for inviting me.

You smile, and give Bucky a slight nod before leaving the tent.

Steve stops on the way to the campfire. He looks tired and upset, but you can't tell why.

- Hey Y/N. - He calls out to you as he walks towards you. - Can we talk for a minute?

You nod and follow him toward the edge of the lake, a little away from everyone else.

- Are you okay? - you ask as you two stop walking. He looks down at the ground.

- I will be. - He says with a sad smile, and you frown. - Me and Bucky, we... Well, it wasn't working anymore.

- Oh, Steve... I'm sorry. - You say feeling quickly upset. You raise your hand to his forearm, and he shakes it with a smile.

- It's okay, child. - He says. - These things happen. But I didn't come to talk about it.

- But you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, okay?

Steve nods, and lets go of your hand. You smile, and put your hands in your pockets.

- I have been talking to Wanda and Nat about the moonshine scam. - He tells you. - Natasha told me what they knew about the wagon, and I ended up finding a brew that they missed. - You raise your eyebrow slightly in curiosity but don't interrupt. - We attack tomorrow afternoon.

- What? - You exclaim in surprise, but Steve smiles.

- The wagons go directly to the place of negotiation, and in order not to attract attention, the guards follow behind. - He begins to explain. - The mansion is considerably easier to enter.

- But I thought the gold was in the moonshine deposits. - You reply with confusion.

- Yes, we all do. - He said. - And then Natasha told me that she followed Mrs. Braithwaite around the house, and she has a secret room in the Mansion. We have to get in there.

- Why are the girls still monitoring the wagons in the mansion?

- Future business. - Steve says, shrugging his shoulders slightly. - Liquor businesses are lucrative, it's always good to know where they stand. We are thieves after all.

You blink incredulously, slightly annoyed.

- So Wanda and Natasha are risking themselves for nothing?

- What? Of course not. - Steve denies it and then gestures. - We couldn't have gotten this information without them.

- But after we got it, you still sent them back! - you exclaim angrily.

- Hey, calm down, will you? They're big girls and they know what they're doing. - He says. - They can take care of themselves.

- You are unbelievable. - You grumble angrily before walking away.

Steve calls you a few times, but you are furious and just keep going towards the horses. And Bucky is already waiting for you.

- Wow, everything okay there? - he asks as he watches you walk angrily, and aggressively get on your horse.

- I'm going to Braithwaite Manor. - You grumble, but then Bucky runs up to you and grabs your arm.

- Hey, girl, breathe. What happened?

- Steve is making them take risks for nothing. - You retort, trying to loosen your grip. - Wanda is in danger and I'm going to get her out of that place.

Bucky sighs and then looks at you seriously.

- Look, I know this is bad. - He says. - But you can't show up there and blow both their cover. It will put them in more danger.

- But...

- I know you're worried. - He interrupts with a tender look. - But you have to trust that they will be safe while they are inside. We can't just shoot our way in.

Bucky lets go of your arm and you feel your whole body tense up, feeling extremely nervous. And then you sigh, focusing on your breathing to control yourself.

- I need to distract myself from this. - You say after a moment. - Can we go to the reservation now?

- Of course, Y/N. - He says and then turns, heading towards his horse.

//-//

Buck is one of the quietest people you'll ever meet, but he goes out of his way to keep you distracted all the way to the Wakanda Indian Reservation in New Elizabeth. He sings a little, tells stories, and even makes jokes about his childhood, and you are immensely grateful to him.

You finally arrive in New Elizabeth in the afternoon. And at the entrance to the small town, the two of you begin to receive several curious and angry looks. You dismount from your horse together with Bucky and you lead them by the reins.

You are very surprised to find Carol on one of the benches outside.

- Hello, strangers. - She greeted you with a nod and a smile. There was a man and two women standing next to her.

- What are you doing here? - you asked after you and Bucky tied your horses and approached her.

- My investigation brought me here. - She said and then pointed to the people next to her. - This is T'Challa. - She introduced the man who gave you a brief nod. - This is Okoye. - The first woman did not smile. - And this is Shuri. - The second woman smiled at both of you and nodded.

- Sorry for the intrusion. - Bucky said. - And thank you for having us in your home.

You look a bit flustered, but nod in agreement with Bucky's words. The Wakanda' didn't seem to mind.

- Please, welcome. - T'Challa says politely. You noticed the leader's necklace he carried around his neck. - Help yourselves to some water and food.

You and Bucky smiled at the hospitality, and as Bucky sat down next to Carol and poured himself some water, you turned to the blonde.

- Are you going to tell me what you found out? - you asked, and she smiled.

- Of course, young lady. - She said. - Sit down.

You sat on the bench in front of Carol, and Okoye and Shuri waved quickly in farewell and left toward the other hollows of the reserve, while T'Challa sat on the third bench in the circle, looking at you, Carol and Bucky.

- It has come to my attention what you wish to do to help my people. - T'Challa began in a calm but serious tone. - And Carol Danvers also told me that the warrior Killmonger came to you.

- Yes, but he died before he could explain anything to me. - You say.

- Forgive me, but Killmonger would tell you only lies.

You frowned in surprise, and T'Challa straightened his posture before continuing.

- Tell me, did Erik ever tell you how he knew about the carriage? - He asked.

- He told me he refused the heist. And then he found out where it came from. - You answered, and T'Challa smiled, nodding in disagreement.

- Erik was an American soldier. - He tells, surprising you and Bucky. Carol continues eating quietly, and you imagine that she has already heard the story. - He was trying to help our people by destroying government operations from the inside, as a double agent.

- That is suicide. - Bucky commented.

- And it really caused his death. - Said T'Challa with a serious expression. - The man who killed him in Saint Denis was his captain. They discovered his treachery. - T'Challa ignored your shocked expressions and continued to tell. - Mister Killmonger refused to guard that carriage when he found out where the money was going. But he followed the soldiers anyway, to find out who was going to be the group to be paid. - T'Challa explained. - And then, he saw you stealing the carriage.

You exchanged a look with Carol, who just gave you a wry smile.

- How did he know who I was? - you asked.

- He. - T'Challa replied as he nodded slightly to Bucky. - He knew who were the children in protection of the white wolf.

- Are your people still watching me? - Bucky asked, looking surprised. - Even after all this time?

- Once Wakanda, always Wakanda. - T'Challa said with a smile. Bucky looked away, seeming impressed.

- He told me he came to me because of my family. - You said after a moment, without looking at T'Challa, feeling embarrassed.

- That's true. - he answered. - Killmonger would not trust anyone to help him other than Wakanda people. And Bucky would not accept his request, so he turned to you.

You nod, understanding the story.

- Mr. T'Challa, I would like to explain the plan about the land purchase. - You say, but the man just raises his hand slightly.

- There is no need, Carol told me everything. - He says seriously. - And my people are grateful for your concern, but I really don't see how a piece of paper changes anything.

- The land would be yours. - You say.

- The land is ours. - He says, and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncomfortably. That's not what you meant, and you really had no intention of offending the Wakanda people. But T'Challa doesn't appear upset. - We have papers, Miss Y/L/N. Many peace agreements have been made between our people and the American government. And they have all been broken.

You let out a sad sigh, knowing that he was right. But you refuse to lose hope.

- This is different. - You secure T'Challa. - The land would legally belong to you. They couldn't take you away from here.

- Oh, they won't. - T'Challa retorts with a slight wry smile. - Wakanda's not going anywhere. This land is ours, and we will die here.

- I will buy the land, T'Challa. - You tell him seriously. - Even if is only to give you the legal right to shoot everyone who trespasses here.

T'Challa laughs lightly, shaking his head. You look away from him to the fire in front of you.

- Don't worry so much about the safety of Wakanda. - He said after a moment, and then nodded slightly to the side, and you looked in the direction he showed you. Several meters away there were a number of people training with bows and spears in the open field, and you noticed that they also carried pistols at their waists. - The panthers are our protectors. We will be all right, with or without a piece of paper.

You watch one of the Wakanda people deliver a swift blow against his opponent, knocking him to the ground in the blink of an eye. It is impressive, but you know that bullets still move faster. Then you sigh knowing that T'Challa was ordering you not to get involved.

- I would very much like to help, T'Challa. But only if I have your blessing.

- I do not command your will, child. - He replies seriously, but his eyes are gentle. - I say again that you have our gratitude, but we don't want your pity.

You swallow the lump in your throat, looking away, and feeling ashamed. That's not why you were helping them, you thought they were like your people. But T'Challa has just made it clear that they are not.

- I'm sorry, T'Challa. I didn't mean it to look like I was doing that. - You say it. And T'Challa's eyes are kind when he touches your shoulder.

- Walk with me, please.

You are slightly surprised, but you stand up. And you and T'Challa begin to walk slowly around the camp.

- I am sorry for implying that you were not part of these people. - He says after a long moment. You feel your heart race, and you turn your head to him quickly. T'Challa has a smile on his lips, but does not look at you. The two of you continue walking.

- How do you know...

- I knew your great-grandmother. - He says. - She was an exceptionally brave woman. - You nod, not knowing what to say. You didn't know anyone in your family except your parents. - Tell me, child. What do you know about your parents?

You shrug, looking straight ahead.

- Nothing, really. - You tell. - I was very young when they left.

- You know that the New Austin area is protected by the panthers, right? - T'Challa asks, and you nod. - The Wakanda in that region must have answers to your questions.

- I don't have any questions. - You reply with a slight playfulness in your voice. - My parents were good people, from difficult origins. And then they died and I found a new family. There is nothing to clarify.

T'Challa smiles, and does not disagree. You walk together for a few more moments in silence, until you reach the edge of a cliff.

- I would like to tell you that you will always be welcome in our home, outlaw. - T'Challa says with a fond smile. You nod with a smile as you hold out your hand for him to shake.

- Oh, we don't do that here. - He says amused. - The Wakanda people give hugs.

You laugh as he approaches, and you exchange a quick hug.

When you walk back to Carol and Bucky, they are already saddling their horses. The two women from before are standing next to them, and exchange polite glances with you.

The younger one, Shuri, strokes your horse.

- Remember that you are welcome in our home. - Said T'Challa before the three of you rode off the reservation.

Just before you reach the Lemonye area, a few hours since you left the Reserve, you speak again:

- I need to go to Saint Denis to let Tony know about the plan. - You tell them, and give a slight nod before changing course.

//-//

It is evening when you arrive in Saint Denis, and it is particularly hot, so the town is noisy and crowded, with many people in the streets and saloons.

You ride quietly up to Stark's mansion, and frown when you find the property completely empty, all the lights off.

Riding toward the largest saloon in town, you breathe a sigh of relief when you find Tony. But you soon become irritated when you notice his current state.

- Stark. - you call out when you catch up with him at the bar. He is without his jacket, his white shirt with many buttons open, and a harlot on each side as he flips a bottle of vodka.

Tony lets out an exclamation of happiness when he sees you, jumping up for a hug.

- My friend! - he shouts as he lets go. - She came to see me, everybody!

Most of the people in the bar are falling-down drunk, but they celebrate with Stark, and then they drink again. You push Stark out of the embrace, and look at him seriously.

- What's the matter with you? I told you I didn't want to see you like this anymore.

Tony makes a fake hurt face, and then laughs.

- Y/N! It's a celebration! - he shouts.

- Oh, and what are you celebrating?

- I bought the land! - He shouts, and the crowd celebrates. You frown, and pull him by the arm.

- Tony calm down! - You tell her. - What are you talking about?

Tony blinks in confusion, but then smiles and lowers his voice as if he is telling a secret.

- Don't tell Y/N, I want to surprise her. - He says. - I bought the land from the reservation. - He tells you with a chuckle and you look at him in surprise.

- Wha-what?

- Shush. - he asks. - It's a secret. Now, let's celebrate!

And then he raises his arms, and shouts excitedly as he walks towards the center of the saloon. The pianist begins to play a lively tune, and Tony joins the crowd of dancing people.

You lean against the counter in confusion.

- What can I get for you, miss? - Tom, the barman, asks you as soon as he notices you are there.

You turn around with a mixed expression of curiosity and seriousness.

- Do you have any idea why he is celebrating? - you ask him.

- Oh, I don't. - He answers, and then points to the side. - But maybe the men who came with him know.

You look over to where he is showing you, and notice two well-dressed men sitting at one of the far tables. Each of them is holding a glass of whiskey, while two bottles are on the table.

You thank Tom with a nod and walk toward the men.

- Excuse me, gentlemen. - You say, attracting their attention. You both look slightly drunk. - Can you tell me what this celebration is about?

- Of course! - exclaims one of them happily, while the other lets out a giggle. - We just closed the deal with Mr. Stark!

You frown in confusion, but the man doesn't even seem to notice.

- We are celebrating this deal! - he says. And then you notice the briefcases, and the style of clothing. These are government salesmen.

- Sorry, but, I heard that Tony Stark was broke. - You say. - How did he buy the land?

The two men let out accomplice giggles.

- Oh, dear, you know how impulsive young people are. - he remarks. - Stark sold everything in his name. The vast majority of the money was used to pay off debts. But he secured the purchase of the land in New Elizabeth. - He tells us with a smile. - I imagine that he wanted to start his own legacy again.

- Yes, yes. Like his grandfather did. - agreed the other friend, sounding more like they were talking to each other than to you.

- Or else he will kick the savages out and buy a ranch! - retorted the man with a laugh. You held back from punching him in the face.

- I guess the little bit of money that's left will be used to pay tonight's bill! - scoffed the other man, and they both started to laugh, then went back to drinking and completely ignored your presence.

You turned toward Tony again, in disbelief that he had done all this.

And then you watched as he leaned over slightly with his hands on his stomach, only to have him vomit on a well-dressed gentleman the next second.

The man pushed Tony, who was too drunk to do anything and ended up falling to the ground. You rushed to catch up with them and grabbed the stranger's hand as soon as he raised his fist to hit Tony.

- Back off! - you warned as you pushed the man's arm against him. He looked startled, and stepped back. You turned to Tony, helping him up. - You're a mess, buddy.

Tony laughs, not really understanding what you said. You asked him to find his own coat before you took him out of the saloon. It was difficult to help him get on your horse, but eventually you succeeded. The challenge would be to keep him from falling off along the way to the camp.

//-//

You let Tony lie in your bed when you dragged him into the camp. Everyone was surprised that you brought someone completely drunk, and you were still angry with Steve, so you just nodded saying that you would tell him about it tomorrow.

And then you removed Tony's boots and jacket, and he fell asleep the moment he lay down. You frowned as you noticed a set of papers in his inside jacket pocket, and even though you didn't want to pry, you grabbed the item.

Letting out a surprised exclamation, you ran to Bucky's tent.

- What is it? - he asked as he opened the tent.

- Stark is completely insane, that's what! - you said, handing Bucky the papers.

He frowned, but his expression changed to absolute shock when he read the contents.

- He bought the land?

You just laughed, and hugged Bucky. You did it. The reservation was safe. When you let go, he read the papers again, still surprised.

- I'll take it to them. - He says in the next second. - They must have it as soon as possible.

And then Bucky ran into the tent and began to put on his boots.

- Do you want me to go with you? - you ask.

- No! - he says excitedly. - You have a job tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll have time for that later.

You let out a happy laugh, and thank Bucky again. And then you go back to Stark to see if he was okay.

You realize that you stink of booze from having to carry him around, so you sort out your bath items. You also prepare a movable mattress to place in the campfire area, since your bed was occupied.

You throw the items you have sorted on the ground at the edge of the large lake where the camp is. You are in a further area to bathe.

And when you get into the water, you hear footsteps in the woods behind you, and Wanda appears next.

- Hey. - You exclaim excitedly when you see her, and are immediately relieved to know that she is safe.

- Hello. - She replies with a smile as she sits down on the edge of the lake in front of you.

- Have you just arrived? - you ask before splashing some water on your face.

- Yes. - Wanda says with a tired sigh. - Natasha passed out on her bed. I wanted to say goodnight and Potts told me you had gone to take a shower.

You grumble in agreement, and Wanda looks around curiously.

- Why did you bring a mattress here? - She asks, noticing the object a few centimeters away from where she was sitting.

- Stark is in my bed. - You say, and smile at Wanda's confused expression. - It's a long story, but he's drunk and passed out in there.

- Okay. - Wanda laughs lightly. She lets out a sigh after a moment and then stands up, beginning to undress. You bite your lip at the image, but say nothing. You look away when she is completely naked.

She enters the water next, walking slowly towards you. She lets out a small giggle when she complains that it is a bit cold.

- By the way, Steve has just said that the job is going to be done tomorrow. - Wanda comments when she catches up with you. She frowns slightly. - I don't quite understand what has changed.

You let out an irritated sigh as you remember the conversation with Steve. And then you tell her what Steve was doing, and Wanda has a slightly incredulous expression on her face.

- I can't believe I'm exhausted for nothing. - She says and then smiles. - Natasha will be furious. - She comments and you shrug, reaching up to pull Wanda's hair from her neck and down her back. - So does Pietro.

- I was furious. - You say with a light humor in your voice, your gaze lowering to Wanda's collarbone. She lets out a chuckle.

- Really? - she teased with a smile. You just smirked. - Why? Are you worried about me?

You swallow dryly as you notice the mischievous expression on Wanda's face. Her chin is raised in defiance, and you lick your lips before speaking in earnest.

- Of course I was, Wanda. - You say as you bring your bodies closer together. It's delightful to watch Wanda lose her confident posture as you grow closer together. - I didn't want anything to happen to you. - You whisper against her lips, closing your eyes as your foreheads meet. - But I should have known you'd be okay. - You remark, dragging your face so that your mouth is at the level of Wanda's ear. - You're so brave, and strong. - You whisper in her ear as your hands go up to her waist. - Such a good girl.

Wanda lets out a sigh, and her hands go up your arms.

- Are you tired, love? - You ask her gently, but don't wait for her to answer. - Let me make you feel better.

You move your mouth down her neck, pressing wet kisses against her skin. Wanda's hands clasp your arms.

You move your mouth down her neck, pressing wet kisses against her skin. Wanda's hands squeeze your arms. You suck on a sensitive spot on her neck, and she presses your bodies together as she pulls you by your arms, and then you both let out a moan.

You pull your face away from her neck to bring your mouths together again, and then you kiss her. Wanda pushes your tongues together, as you move your hands down to her ass, and squeeze the flesh pulling her to you. The touch surprises Wanda, and she breaks the kiss with a long moan, and you take advantage of this to move your mouth down again.

Reaching up to the height of her breasts, you lower your kisses to her left nipple. Wanda raises one hand to your hair, holding you in place as you suck on the tip of her breast. She moans breathlessly, closing her eyes, and you delight in the sounds she makes.

And then you want to kiss her again, and you lift your face to the height of her mouth, bringing your lips together in a passionate, heated kiss, as your hand slides down. You scratch Wanda's belly with your fingernails, and she shivers at your touch.

You try to keep the same amount of attention on Wanda's tongue and your hand, but you are on the verge of combusting.

Your fingers move down to Wanda's intimacy, and touch her shallowly. Wanda lets out a breathless moan against your mouth, and you feel her whole body trembling. And then you begin to caress her pussy, delighting in the sensation of having her in your fingers, and Wanda is wet and hot, and her eyes roll in her sockets as you penetrate her with one finger, making her moan heavily as she lifts her hands to your shoulders and squeezes to keep herself upright.

You want to tell her she's hot as hell making those sounds as you touch her, but Wanda slides her tongue into your mouth with sensuality, and makes you lose any sense of reality.

You then change the pace of the penetrations, slowing them down as much as possible to prolong the sensation, and this makes Wanda whimper. She tries to throw her hips against you to increase the speed, but you hold her by the waist against you. You sigh as you feel her throbbing. And then you withdraw your finger, and then insert a second. You hold Wanda against you until she gets used to the sensation, and she breaks the kiss to bite your shoulder, preventing herself from screaming, although a hoarse moan escapes her throat.

- Love, is that good? - You ask tenderly against her ear, without moving your fingers. Wanda lets out a sigh against your shoulder, and then nods. You smile. - Use your words, love. - You ask, moving your fingers slowly. Wanda groans. And then you stop. - Wanda?

- Fuck. - She whispers breathlessly. - Yes, babe. That's really good.

Then you sink your fingers inside her, and Wanda moans deeply against your ear, clinging to you for stability. You move in and out of her with slowness and precision, and Wanda whimpers against your ear.

And then she is shaking, and you feel her pussy tighten against your fingers. Wanda buries her head in your shoulder, and her legs are unsteady, so you use your free hand to hold her still as your fingers move in and out of her. You kiss her shoulders gently, and when her body starts to spasm between moans, you increase the speed.

Wanda cums in your fingers a minute later, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. The lake water washes her flavor from your hands, and you long to touch her again.

Wanda is breathing shallowly against your neck, and you let your hands wander down her back as she calms herself. But it doesn't take long before she pulls away only to kiss you on the mouth.

When she breaks away, her eyes are dark, and she just smiles at you, interlacing her hands and pulling you lightly off to the side. You walk toward the mattress you have brought, and she signals for you to sit down. When you do, she sits on your lap, kissing you and making you moan.

You let your hands wrap around Wanda's waist, as your tongues wrestle together. But then Wanda is pressing down, seeking more friction and you are barely able to breathe, and you moan breathlessly against her mouth, making her smile against your lips.

Wanda pushes you gently to the floor, without stopping kissing you. And in that position you can feel her hot, wet pussy against yours, making your eyes roll into their orbits. You let out a shaky sigh, and Wanda separates your mouths.

- That's good, isn't it? - She whispers against your ear, slowly rubbing herself against you. - Do you like it when I'm on top of you?

You let out a long moan, feeling Wanda move against you. And then you squeeze her waist, forcing her against your hips, and she buries her face in your neck. Wanda trembles slightly on top of you, but continues to rub her pussy against yours, and as you both let out long, moaning sobs. You move your hands down to her ass, squeezing and increasing the speed as you begin to thrust your hips against her, and Wanda bites her skin to stop herself from screaming.

The tightness below your stomach gets worse, and you are finding it hard to control the spasms in your body, but you keep going because it feels so fucking good. Wanda keeps calling your name between breathless moans, and you increase the speed.

And then you cum together a moment later, a long moan escaping from your mouths as Wanda falls against you. You move your trembling hands up her back gently, caressing her, and Wanda smiles against the skin of your neck. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

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All For Us Chapter 9

Hey y’all, thanks for being patient with me on this one, but it’s finally done! Not to be the bearer of bad news or anything, but there’s only one chapter left (and maybe an epilogue) on our journey with Mira, Erik, and Cupcake. If you’re just here for Killmonger, I have a couple Erik oneshots heading y’all’s way in the next few weeks. Also, check out The Temple. 😉

As always, don’t forget to look at my masterlist to read my other stories and oneshots, and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything. Like, comment, and reblog away! 🥰

CW: a little smut

Word Count: 6,481

Erik’s eyes flew open as he bolted upright through the sand that covered his body in his temporary grave. He was in the heart of the temple where the Black Panther ceremony took place, the City of the Dead. The lost prince pulled himself from the sand and brushed the clay-colored sediment from around his eyes as he climbed the stone staircase leading up into the garden of the heart-shaped herb. When he made it to the top, Erik took a deep breath before stepping into the garden. To his surprise, nothing caught on fire like in his previous dreams. His shoulders relaxed as he took another step into the garden, and another, and another until he was face to face with Bast’s statue. A smile took over his face as he knelt at her feet.

“Took you long enough, Jaguar.”

Erik lifted his head, and her celestial glow nearly blinded him as he laid his eyes on the panther goddess once more.

“Long enough for what?”

“For your senses to come back, obviously.” Bast circled him and laid down, licking her paw. “Pretty soon, you won’t have to be asleep to talk to me.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“Oh, I had nothing to do with it.”

Erik turned to face her and sat back on his heels.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I never took them away. You did.”

“I’m not following.”

“Your guilt blocked your senses, Erik,” she sighed. “You had been holding onto pieces of it, but you finally let it go.”

“I felt guilty for ruining our marriage,” Erik mused aloud.

“But you didn’t, so congratulations,” she said nonchalantly. “That’s not why you’re here, though.”

“Ok, what’s up?”

Bast chuckled at his informality.

“Last time we spoke, I said I would need you to do something for me. I’ve finally made up my mind as to what that is.”

Erik sat with bated breath as he waited for his assignment. For a moment, he was reminded of his military and mercenary days, except this time, he was being given a mission from a goddess. His goddess.

“As you know, Wakanda has never had a Golden Jaguar before. You are an anomaly, but that is a good thing.” She stood up and started walking, making him rush to his feet to follow after her.

“It is?”

“Yes. You know, the good thing about cycles is that with destruction comes rebirth…change. You’ve forced Wakanda to change, and you’ve forced me to think some things over. Truthfully, after the little stunt you almost pulled, I did think about removing your powers. I don’t need to preach about it, though, since you already know all about your wrongdoings, but I heard what you said about your people. We have neglected them, and for that, I have no words of apology that would adequately ease your pain. The Lost Tribe, as my people have come to call you, needs a champion. Wakanda already has theirs, but since you seem to rather enjoy toying with colonizers, I have an assignment for you.”

Erik’s ears were trained on Bast as he hung on every word she said. He walked next to her as they made their way through the catacombs towards the temple’s entrance.

“Before you came to Wakanda, you were involved with Klaue and his hunt for vibranium. Your vast knowledge of African and diasporic artifacts combined with your training makes a great equation for what I need you to do.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to act as the Golden Jaguar on the Lost Tribe’s behalf. I recognize that as just one person, you can only do so much, which is why I will talk to T’Challa about you heading his Wardog program. I would like for you to have an army of spies at your disposal to act instead of just watch and report as they have done in the past.”

“So basically what I wanted to do before but without the world domination?”

“Precisely,” Bast chuckled and stopped walking at the door to the temple.

“Ok,” Erik thought on it as a smile crept up his cheeks. “I’ll do it.”

“I knew you would. I think you’ll like my first assignment. Well, second. First, you need to stop avoiding the City of the Dead in your waking life. You need to go visit the garden.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Erik said, his nerves twisting in his gut at the thought of actually stepping back onto the sacred land.

“Now, my second assignment: artifact reclamation. Instead of searching for vibranium, which you might find, I want you to return items to their rightful owners.”

“So, stealing,” Erik deadpanned.

“Yes, but for a good cause. I will let you work out the details, but the point is to return the power to the people by building them back up, brick by brick. They were separated from their gods, so the Ancestors and the Orishas are working on bringing them back to us spiritually. They are still working on getting other spirits and pantheons on board...alas, my brother and sisters are choosing to take a more passive approach.” She sighed. “The Lost Tribe was taken from the land, so T’Challa has already spearheaded initiatives to build up other African countries that need his assistance and bring the Lost home to the continent. Now, I need you to bring our belongings home. Our thrones, our art, our history. Take it back. Bring it back to its rightful place.”

“I’m with it, but, um...how am I supposed to do this without getting caught? If shit just starts disappearing en masse, somebody’s gonna notice.”

“They won’t disappear. The colonizers won’t even know they’re gone.” Bast flicked her tail mischievously. “Your wife designs kimoyo beads, does she not?”

“Well, yeah-”

“And your cousins are scientific geniuses, correct?”

“Yes…”

“Then I’m sure that between all of your big beautiful brains, you can figure out a way to make replicas of the artifacts.”

“Why does that compliment feel like an insult?”

“I like you, Jaguar,” The goddess chuckled. “Now go enjoy your time with your wife.” She winked at Erik as she nudged him out into the brightness shining from outside the wide-open temple doors. Erik returned to consciousness, and he was shocked by the feeling of Mira’s mouth traveling up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, girl. This how you waking Big Daddy up now?”

She popped her head off his tip, and he groaned at the sight of a bridge of spit still connecting her to him.

“Good morning, baby.”

“Mmmm, good morning to you, too,” he grabbed her loose curls that she had forgotten to tie up the night before. The silk sheets kept her hair soft and bouncy as her hair spilled over his fist while it rested at the back of her head. He pulled her in for a kiss, and then she went right back to taking him down her throat. “You’re gonna make me nut all down that throat, Princess.”

Mira’s hand cupped and massaged his ballsack while she sucked on his bulbous head. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and her other hand traveled up and down his length, making his toes curl.

“Fuuuuck, you remember just what Big Daddy likes. Imma bust a fat ass nut, girl,” Erik groaned through gritted teeth. Mira giggled at her control over him and continued to work his dick. Her nose reached his pelvis as she took him down her throat, and he came with such force that she almost choked. Almost.

When she pulled off of him, she tongue-kissed his tip before sitting back on her haunches and wiping her mouth. “How’d you sleep?”

Erik let out a breathy laugh, “Like the dead.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t feel me moving. You were out cold.”

“That’s because I was talking to Bast.”

“What’d she say this time?”

Erik sat up against the headboard and motioned for her to come to him. Mira crawled up his body and straddled him, sliding down on his dick so that they were connected as deep as they could be. They had always been like this; whenever they needed to have a serious conversation, Erik would set her in his lap and have her take all of him. They both reveled in the connection they had in that moment, and even in their stillness, their united bodies responded to each other as the words fell from his lips.

“She wants me to be the Golden Jaguar officially,” he said as he kissed down from Mira’s ear to her shoulder.

“What does that mean?” Mira asked, barely above a whisper.

“She wants me to be a champion for us, the Lost Tribe. Wakandans have T, so I’ll be protecting the rest of us with the Wardogs.”

“How, though? That’s so many people.”

He came up from kissing between her breasts to look her in the eyes. “Well, remember how I told you about the museum heist to get the vibranium?”

Mira nodded.

“She wants me to steal artifacts from museums and shit and return them to where they were stolen from.”

“That sounds right up your alley,” Mira snarked, and he tickled her sides, making her pussy clench around him, and he let out a groan at the feeling. He grabbed her hips and moved them back and forth.

“It is. I can’t do anything until I visit the garden of the heart-shaped herb, though.”

“Why?” she moaned.

“I’ve been avoiding it,” he sighed.

Mira pulled him into a kiss and cycloned her hips as she wound on him. “Do you need to go alone, or do you want me to come with you?”

He connected their foreheads as he pushed his hips forward into her, and she called out his name.

“I need to go alone.”

Their hips ground into each other as the sexual energy inside them built up slowly and erupted through their bodies. Erik placed kisses all over Mira’s face and neck as she caught her breath from the intensity of her orgasm.

“How about I make breakfast?” Erik asked, and Mira simply nodded and kissed him. She moved to get up, but he held her down. “Nah, I didn’t say right now.”

After another round, the two of them separated from each other, if only because of the rumbling of their bellies. They showered together, and Erik couldn’t help himself from bending her over and eating her pussy and ass from the back. Pretty soon, he was balls deep inside her again, and when he came all over her cheeks, he about keeled over from the way the orgasm shook through his body.

“Aight, I need a break,” Erik said, and the two of them shared a laugh as they finished their shower without any more funny business.

“Can I have one of your t-shirts?” Mira asked as they slathered themselves in shea butter.

“You can have anything you want, Princess. MIT or Navy?”

“MIT please,” she cheesed at him.

“Coming right up.”

Erik left the room and returned with his maroon-colored MIT t-shirt. The same one she wore the first time she stayed over at his apartment back in the day. He knew it was her favorite and the look on her face when he handed it to her was priceless. She quickly shimmied into it while he slid on a pair of sweatpants that left little to the imagination.

The two of them relocated to the kitchen, and Mira toyed around with her latest kimoyo design on her tablet while Erik got to work on breakfast.

“That a new one?” he asked, nodding towards the design hovering over the counter.

“Yeah, I haven’t gotten it to work right, though,” she grumbled as she stared at it. “I want it to be able to apply cloaking tech to whatever it touches, but so far, I can only get the bead to disappear.”

Erik listened to her complain about her failed design for a little while, and when she was done, she turned off the tablet and hopped up on the counter.

“Anything I can do?” Mira asked

“Mhm,” he came over and stood between her legs, placing a sloppy kiss on her lips. “Just sit there looking fine as hell.”

“I’m serious,” she smiled.

“So am I,” he said incredulously with a hand over his heart, making her chuckle at his dramatics.

“Fine, I’ll be your muse.”

“And my guinea pig. Here, try this.”

Erik lifted the spoon to her lips so she could taste the yam hash he had been working on, and her eyes bugged out of her head.

“I forgot you turn into Top Chef after sex.”

“Gotta feed my woman,” he kissed her cheek and cracked a couple of eggs sunny-side up in the skillet.

Mira giggled, and an idea struck her. She reached back for her tablet again and pulled up her latest work in progress, a story about a decades-long whirlwind romance that she had gotten stuck on. All she needed was a little inspiration, and Erik ended up being just what she needed.

He watched his wife type away with a smile on his face. Erik loved watching her work; the look of determination on her face was always so endearing to him. She’d bite her lip and squint her eyes as she tried her best to focus on the task at hand. Erik always thought it was adorable.

The smell of fresh vegetables coming in contact with hot oil filled the air, and Mira’s mouth started to water. She looked up from her work to see what Erik was doing but got distracted by his body. She watched his sinewy muscles moving beneath his textured skin, and a chill went down her spine.

“What the fuck is that?” Erik sniffed the air, following the sweet scent that had just wafted from out of nowhere.

“What’s what?” Mira asked, swinging her legs back and forth.

He turned to face her, and his pupils blew wide as the smell hit him again.

“It’s you,” he turned off the burner and stalked over to her, standing between her legs again and placing his nose in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent and let out a growl.

“What is that?”

“My bodywash?”

“Nah, it’s you. What-” he cut himself off when it dawned on him. When he was king for a day, he only smelled fear from those around him. Fear smelled like decay, it smelled rotten, but this was the exact opposite. It was enticing, like the most beautiful forbidden garden, and Erik knew exactly what it was. Her arousal. He bit into her neck, making her moan out as he ground his hips into hers. The aroma grew, and Erik’s composure slipped away the more he inhaled it.

“E-erik, the food.”

He took a deep breath as he stood to his full height. “I can smell when you want me.”

“What?!”

“I wonder if it’s different for every person...shit, I wonder if I can smell other people. I hope not-”

“What are you saying? You can tell when I’m horny?”

“I guess so. I only smelled fear before, but it makes sense. I’m just caught off guard because it hit me out of nowhere, like last night.”

“What happened last night?”

“I could hear your heartbeat.”

Mira’s face lit up, “That’s good, though, right? It means your senses are coming back!”

“Yeah, I’m just surprised by that one. I wasn’t expecting all that,” he laughed.

“So...I smell good?”

“You don’t know how good, Princess,” he grumbled as he finished cooking. Mira crossed her legs, making him chuckle. “That’s not helping. It’s all over you.”

“Damn...what else can you do?”

“I need to test out my strength and speed, but my sight was different, too. Everything was brighter, more vibrant. And my brain moved faster...I don’t know how to explain it. Bast said my guilt was the blockage, so they’ll probably slowly come back over time. After they’re back, I’m supposed to start on my mission.”

“You still felt guilty?”

“I thought I broke us. I mean, I did, but I felt like it was unfixable, you know?”

Mira nodded, “Yeah, it felt like that sometimes.”

Erik pulled the dishes out of the cabinet and set them down next to her.

“Mira, I’m-”

“Erik, if you say you’re sorry one more time, so help me, Bast,” Mira said, making a dimpled smile appear on Erik’s face.

“Yes, ma’am.”

They fell into a comfortable silence while Erik plated the food, and when he handed Mira hers, he left a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and hopped down from the counter to sit at the table. When she sat down, she couldn’t help but stare at Erik as he walked over. Her man, her formerly violent man was really chosen by a goddess to protect Black people around the globe.

He noticed the look on her face and couldn’t quite place it. “What?”

“Nothing, just...look at you, doing the work of gods now.”

“I bet you never thought you’d say that about your mercenary husband,” Erik winked at her.

“Sure didn’t,” Mira laughed, “but it fits. You always had it in you. You know, I’m glad I came out here. I wouldn’t get to see this new side of you otherwise, and so far, I like it.”

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A couple of hours later, Erik found himself in front of the City of the Dead with his palms sweating and his breath shaking. He wasn’t sure why the temple unnerved him so much, but it did. Erik knew he had to do what Bast told him, though, and took a step forward. He climbed the stairs to the ornate stone doors and waited as they slowly opened for him. Erik was met with the sight of a surprisingly calm woman in purple robes. He recognized her as the woman he had choked out, the new head priestess.

“My prince,” she saluted him. “Welcome. I have been expecting you.”

“You have?”

“Of course. Come in.”

He hesitantly stepped forward again and entered the temple. A chill went down his spine as the doors shut behind them, and he looked around the space. He had only been there once before in his waking life, but this time it felt different. It probably had something to do with the fact that she wasn’t scared of him this time around.

“What’s your name?” he asked nervously.

“I am Zaya, my prince.”

“You don’t have to do the whole ‘my prince’ thing. Especially since I...you know.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I’m sorry about that. I should’ve never put my hands on you.”

“I have spoken to Bast about it, and I forgive you. Just don’t let it happen again,” she warned.

Erik put his hands up in defense, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good. Now, you are here to see the herb, no?” She started walking, and he followed behind her.

“How’d you know?”

“I spoke to Bast, remember?” She quipped with an eyebrow raised.

“Heh, yeah,” he chuckled nervously and cleared his throat. “I don’t know why I’m so anxious.”

“I assume that is a normal reaction when reckoning with your past.”

The two of them traveled deeper into the temple, and when they reached the door that led to the garden of the heart-shaped herb, he froze. Zaya looked back when she no longer heard his footsteps and smiled warmly, reaching out her hand to him. He took it, and she led him through the doors. Erik almost wanted to close his eyes, but he knew he had to face his past actions head-on.

He looked around, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw there were dozens of tiny glowing purple buds just begging to become full-grown flowers. He laughed in disbelief at what he was seeing. He had burnt the garden to ashes, but now here it was, thriving in spite of him.

“It took us a while to get them to grow again, but thankfully we were able to put out the fire before the roots were harmed,” Zaya spoke as he wandered through the garden in awe.

“And these...they still work?”

“The princess took a sample and tested it in her lab. According to her, this new batch might be a little different, but they should still work. Bast has given them her blessing, so that is enough for me.”

“So, I didn’t ruin Wakanda’s future like I thought...”

“No, just a bump in the road,” she smiled.

Just as he was about to respond, the strangest thing happened. His eyes were trained on one of the buds, and suddenly he could see every little vein in the leaves and the detail of the curled-up petals. The color became brighter and even more purple than most people could comprehend, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he smiled.

He could see again.

“Are you ok?” Zaya asked tentatively.

Erik cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just my senses are coming back, and...they’re beautiful.”

“And resilient.”

He laughed and wiped the tear from his face.

“How about I give you some time alone?”

“Thanks, Zaya, that’d be great.”

She bowed her head in deference and went back the way they came. When she was gone, Erik let out a sigh as he took in the sight before him.

“They really made it…”

“Of course, they did. Did you think I would leave my people defenseless?” Bast’s silky voice rang out through the temple, and he turned around to see her standing there in her mostly-human form. She was a statuesque and curvaceous woman with the head of a panther and locs that spilled over her ebony shoulders. Erik dropped to his knees as she walked towards him. “No need for all of that. Stand up, Jaguar.”

He laid eyes on her once more as he rose from the ground. Her glow was almost blinding, but his eyes adjusted quickly.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you in person.”

“Get used to it. I like to pop in on my champions every now and again. Sometimes in dreams, sometimes in your thoughts, and sometimes in person. It all depends.”

“On what?”

“On you and what you need, or what I need from you.”

“Ok, so what do you need from me?”

Bast chuckled. “Truthfully, nothing this time. I just needed to see you face-to-face.”

“You don’t have an assignment for me?”

“Not yet. I know how much you enjoy the sanctuary, so I’ll let you stay there a little whille longer. Plus, you are just now mending your marriage and need time to spend with your wife and child before I call you away.”

“How much time?”

“Enough,” she winked.

“You’re so cryptic,” Erik chuckled.

“Yes, your cousin thinks so, too. However, I prefer ‘mysterious.’”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirked.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you long,” she sighed. “You have some party planning to do. They grow up fast, don’t they?”

“Especially when you miss a couple of years,” he murmured.

“Which is why I’m giving you at least a year before I call on you. Make good use of it, Erik.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

“Good. Oh, and one more thing, Erik.”

“Yeah?”

“Try running back to the palace,” she winked again as she shimmered away, leaving him alone in the temple.

Erik tried to contain himself as he left the garden and ran into Zaya.

“Was your ‘alone’ time fruitful?” she asked knowingly.

All he could do was beam at her with his megawatt dimpled smile.

“Very.”

Erik said goodbye and ran back through the forest to the city, his heart beating out of his chest in excitement. His superhuman speed carried him back in no time as the wind whipped against his body. A smile was plastered on his face the whole time, even when he slowed down as he reached the outskirts of Birnin Zana. He hurried to the palace as inconspicuously as he could and happened to run into Mira just as she was leaving. When she saw the look on his face, she couldn’t help the grin that took over hers.

“So, how did- Erik!” She squealed as he picked her up and twirled her around with barely any effort.

“They’re back!”

“Your powers?”

“Well, yeah, but the heart shaped herb is coming back!” he peppered kisses all over her face and neck while she giggled. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined you could be.”

“So I take it your vision came back, and you’re super strong again?”

“And fast. I ran here in like twenty minutes.”

“From the CIty of the Dead?!”

“Mhm,” he nodded as he set her back on the ground.

“Damn, baby, that’s...that’s amazing.”

“I need to test them out some more, so I’m gonna see if T has some time to spar. You going to the lab?”

“Shopping, actually. Okoye and Ayo took Imani so I could get some last-minute party stuff.”

“Need someone to carry your bags?”

“Oh, hell yeah. Especially since you got that jaguar strength again.”

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

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Early that Saturday morning, as the sun crested over the trees, Mira and Erik stood on the tarmac watching as the Royal Talon descended from the sky. Mira was almost shaking with excitement as the doors opened and T’Challa stepped out, followed by some of her favorite people in the whole world.

“Titi!”

SJ ran down the ramp past the king and flung himself into his auntie’s arms. She held him tight and rocked him from side to side as Stef and Ana approached, with Daveed teetering between the two of them.

She looked up at them and gasped, “Oh my god, he can walk now? How long have I been gone?”

“Girl, too long,” Havana complained as she wrapped her arms around her sister-in-law.

Stefan was next to greet her, and his eyes stayed glued to Erik the whole time as he enveloped his sister in a bear hug, “We missed you, Sammy.”

“No, you miss my cooking,” she laughed as she crouched down to say hi to her littlest nephew.

“You remember Titi Mira?” Ana asked him, and he shook his head, hiding behind his dad’s leg.

“That’s ok, we can get to know each other while you’re here,” Mira smiled at him and stood back up.

“Who are you?” SJ asked when he finally noticed the man standing behind his aunt.

“SJ, this is your Uncle Erik. You might not remember him but-“

He thought about it for a moment before it dawned on him. “Do you still have all those bumps on you?”

Stefan tried to hold in his snickering, and Havana hit him in his chest.

“Uh, yeah, I do.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Heh, thanks, lil man.”

“So, brother in law…It’s good to see you,” Stef deadpanned. He was clearly not feeling Erik anymore.

“You, too, man,” Erik went to dap him up, and he stared at his hand in contempt.

“Stefan, behave,” Havana said with a roll of her eyes. “Hi Erik, how are you?”

“Much better since I’ve been here.”

“Good, good…”

T’Challa had been standing to the side while the family reunited but decided to intervene when things got awkward.

“Stefan, Havana, let us show you to your quarters.”

“Oooh, our ‘quarters,’” Ana sang excitedly. “Sounds so fancy.”

“It’s a palace, Ana. Of course it’s fancy,” Stef grumbled.

She cut her eyes at him. “Don’t act out in front of company.”

Mira chuckled. She hadn’t realized how much she missed hearing their playful bickering.

As they made their way through the place, Stef and Ana stared slack-jawed at their surroundings while SJ ran ahead of the group.

“You live here?” Ana asked.

“Mhm. It’s gorgeous, right?!” Mira bragged.

“That’s not even the word…”

T’Challa smirked as he listened to them compliment his home.

“So, where’s the birthday girl?” Stefan asked.

“She is with my mother and Ororo.”

“Ororo?” Stef stopped in his tracks. “Munroe?!”

“The one and only,” T’Challa grinned proudly.

“Holy shit…”

“Language,” Havana chided her husband as she covered SJ’s ears.

“What is it with these men and cursing around children?” Mira shook her head at her brother.

“Girl, I don’t know, but let’s get back to Storm. How’d y’all meet?”

“She’s his girlfriend,” Erik nodded towards his cousin.

“Dang, how’d you get her? I mean, I know you’re a king and all, but- Wait, are you a mutant, too?” Stef asked.

T’Challa and Mira made eye contact, and she nodded for him to continue. They were family and would most likely be seeing a lot of Wakanda, so they’d find out eventually.

“I am enhanced, yes.”

“Like Steve Rogers?” SJ chimed in excitedly from a few feet ahead.

“He wishes,” T’Challa complained under his breath as they stopped in front of the door across from Erik and Mira. Both of them chuckled at the king’s arrogance.

“So...you’re enhanced. Why, though?” Stef asked.

They entered the suite, and the interrogation was cut short when the Greenwoods saw how beautiful their temporary home was.

“Holy shit…” Ana mused as she covered SJ’s ears.

Mira gave them a quick tour while T’Challa and Erik hung back in the living area.

“So, you and Stefan-”

“He never liked me, and I made things worse by disappearing,” he shrugged.

T’Challa nodded as he changed into his suit.

“Oh, so you’re coming all the way out?”

“They will find out eventually, so I might as well get it over with.”

Erik nodded as Mira rounded the corner and saw T’Challa in his suit. She smirked and called SJ. He ran back into the room and froze when he saw Black Panther standing there next to his uncle. Ana was next to round the corner and looked at her son questioningly before she looked up and saw what he was staring at with his mouth open.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said with a hand on her hip.

“About what?” Stef came next, and T’Challa’s mask disappeared into his necklace. “This place is insane.”

SJ couldn’t move. He was looking at his favorite hero in the entire world, right there in the place he’d call home for the next week. His mind could barely wrap around what he was seeing, and he couldn’t process his emotions. Tears started flowing down his face, and a sob wracked his body.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok, baby,” Ana crouched down and wiped his tears as Stef came over with Daveed on his hip.

“You’re not excited to see Black Panther?” He asked his eldest son.

SJ shook his head, and T’Challa deflated. Erik kept his snickering to himself, but Mira shot him a look anyway.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“He’s just in shock. It’ll wear off eventually,” Ana said as she brushed SJ’s locs out of his face.

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It took way longer to wear off than they thought, and by the time they arrived at the party venue in the palace’s botanical gardens that afternoon, he still hadn’t said a word. T’Challa tried to speak to him a couple of times, but he shied away behind Mira or his parents. Eventually, Erik convinced him to give the kid some space and pulled the dejected king away to the other side of the garden. While the other kids and their parents arrived, SJ kept looking at T’Challa out of the corner of his eye.

“You know, he doesn’t bite...or scratch,” Mira leaned in and said to her nephew as she sat down next to him at the kid’s table. “In fact, he’s pretty cool once you get to know him.”

“Does Imani know?” he spoke up for the first time in hours, and Mira was happy to hear his voice again.

“Oh, yeah. He told us when we got here, but it’s a secret so she pinky promised not to tell. You know, I screamed when I saw him.”

“You did?!”

“Mhm. He really needs to learn how to ease people into it, huh?” she asked as she poked at his side, making him giggle. Stef and Ana watched from a few yards away and smiled with him while they kept a watchful eye on Daveed as he waddled around the flowers.

SJ nodded in response, and Mira kissed his temple before getting up and leaving him to ponder her words. Right when he had worked up the courage to speak to his hero, Erik announced that Imani was on her way with Ororo and Ramonda.

“I can’t wait to see my baby girl!” Ana squealed.

Mira excitedly grabbed Erik’s hand, and he kissed her knuckles, making Stef narrow his eyes as he and his family hid behind a mango tree.

Imani appeared with her auntie and future cousin, and T’Challa recorded as she squealed excitedly at seeing everybody. A’Kidi, Kofi, Sanaa, A’Sami, Ade, and all her other friends from school greeted her with a loud “Happy birthday!” The newly five-year-old’s tunnel vision made her almost ignore her parents and other adults completely until Erik picked her up and gave her a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

“Happy birthday, Cupcake!”

“We have a surprise for you,” Mira sang.

“What is it?” Imani asked excitedly.

Erik set her down and turned her around as Mira motioned for her family to reveal themselves. SJ ran out from behind the tree and nearly tackled his cousin to the ground while her aunt, uncle, and baby cousin took a calmer approach.

“There’s the birthday girl!” Stef exclaimed while his eldest son continued to squeeze her tight. SJ let her go, and she ran into her uncle’s arms. Ana crouched down next to him, and Imani threw her arms around her neck.

“We’ve missed you so much!” Ana said as she fought tears.

“I missed you too. Wakanda is so cool! I can’t wait to show you everything,” Imani babbled.

“Did you know about Black Panther?” SJ asked, still a little nervous about meeting his hero.

Imani nodded, “I promised to keep it a secret, or I would’ve told you. It’s so cool, right?”

SJ nodded, and Imani dragged him off to meet her friends.

Erik couldn’t keep the smile off his face if he tried as he watched his little social butterfly play with her friends and cousin. It wasn’t until Mira came up and nudged him that he even realized he was staring.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” he said as he put his arm around her and kissed her temple. “Just reliving some things.”

Mira looked at him curiously and he continued, “One of the few good memories I have from childhood that we talked about in therapy was my seventh birthday party. This kind of reminds me of that.”

Mira smiled as they stood there and watched Shuri, Ororo, and T’Challa play with the kids. The king regaled them with stories of his adventures, and Shuri let them ride on very slow hoverbikes while Ororo harnessed the wind to lift them up and let them fly a couple of feet off of the ground. The kids were having a ball, and their parents seemed to enjoy themselves as well. Okoye, M’Baku, and a couple other people gravitated towards each other and fell into conversation about being single parents. However, the rest of them spent most of their time ogling the royal family.

Eventually, it was time to eat and the parents were able to corral the kids into sitting down at the table. After stuffing their faces with an array of Imani’s favorite foods, Mira led the “happy birthday” song as she and Ayo carried out a huge Doc McStuffins birthday cake. Imani and SJ were the only kids who knew who she was, but everyone enjoyed the cake nonetheless. Erik couldn’t help the tear that almost came to his eye as he listened to his wife sing to their daughter, just like his mother had done to him. Loudly and slightly off key. Next, Shuri led the group in a Wakandan birthday song, and Imani blew out the huge number five candle in the center of the cake.

Mira kept stealing glances at Erik as he sliced it up and handed out pieces to everyone. He looked so happy. Even when one of the kids tripped and got icing all over his pants leg, he just kept on smiling.

Even Stef noticed the change in his brother-in-law’s demeanor and brought it up to Ana, “He smiles too much now. It’s weird.”

“It’s weird that he’s happy?”

“No, it’s just weird to see. He used to be so…”

“Surly and unapproachable.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Maybe you should get to know him?”

“Hmph,” he grunted in response. Ana decided to leave it alone for the time being and left his side to go talk to Erik.

“You think you can handle the sleepover?” she asked him.

“Thank Bast it’s not all of them.”

“It’s not?”

“Hell no, just her little crew,” he pointed to A’Kidi, Kofi, Sanaa, A’Sami, and Ade. “I’m not taking care of all these kids.”

Ana laughed, “Understood.”

“So...your husband still doesn’t like me, huh?”

“Can you blame him?” Ana deadpanned.

“Nah, I’d be the same way in his shoes.”

“He’ll come around eventually...maybe,” she said as she placed a comforting hand on his arm before being pulled away by her son to watch the Black Panther and Storm show off their powers some more. SJ still couldn’t bring himself to speak to T’Challa, but it was a start.

As the party wound down and most of Imani’s classmates went home, the few that stuck around relocated inside to the Stevens’ suite in the palace. Even with a handful of screaming children in his home, Erik was on cloud nine. He loved to see a smile on his Cupcake’s face, and he wondered if he looked that happy when he was a kid. He concluded he probably did, and as the kids watched an animated movie, he and Mira curled up on the couch behind them. While the rugrats were distracted, he pulled her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips.

“What was that for?” she smiled.

“I’ve just been thinking…”

“About what?”

“About making more good memories, you know? Some of the happiest times in my life were times just like this…and time spent with you.”

Mira looked down with a smile on her face and he brought it back up to look in her eyes.

“Marry me again.”

Her eyebrows damn near reached her hairline and a Grinch-like smile crept up her face as she nodded.

“I’d love to.” Next Chapter

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#cecewritessometimes #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger x oc #black!oc #all for us

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ctrlsznwrites · 3 years

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| E.K | MASTERLIST

Welcome to my masterlist for all things Erik Killmonger. Enjoy 😈

KEY

❀ fluff | ❂ angst

❃ smut | ❁ hiatus

✇ completed but not released

ONE SHOTS

a night out ❂ + ❀ all yn wanted to do was have a fun night out, and someone from erik’s past decided to try her.

nice for what ❀ erik’s little sister has been dealing with the fact that her no good boyfriend ( now ex-boyfriend) was doing her dirty. so, erik gives her a little bit of advice. [ big brother!erik ]

SERIES

stevens stories ❀❁ aniya has always found it interesting how she’s been put in situations as the little sister of erik stevens. so, if someone tends to ask a question about what it was like to be his little sister. she lets them know!

secrets ❂ + ❁ after erik makes his presence know in wakanda , a spy from wakanda is in his sights that he knows from his past. and this time he’s not letting her go. [ part two is in progress...]

DRABBLES

baby it’s cold ❀ erik and his girlfriend have a few cute moments outside at a party.

#erik killmonger #erik stevens #black!reader #masterlists

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tawneybel · 3 years

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Note: Top ten hottest characters, part fourteen. Realized I haven’t posted one of these this year! Expect one for cartoons when I can think of a tenth character.

10. Patrick Ross (Justin Lazard) from Species II

Alien DNA infestee whose new goal in life is to breed as much as possible.

9. Nemesis (Matthew G. Taylor) from Resident Evil: Apocalypse

They took a decent looking dude and experimented on him until he became monstrously hot. And be-tentacled.

8. Nick Young (Henry Golding) from Crazy Rich Asians

The cute love interest? I don’t watch a lot of romantic comedies.

7. Matthew Culbert (David Thompson) from The Boys

Regenerative masochist.

6. McTeague (Jeff Fahey) from Alita: Battle Angel

He and Will Graham will be brother husbands and we can live in a big house with twenty dogs.

5. Tommy Nix (Adam Rodriguez) from Psych

Coolest villain-of-the-week.

4. Erik Killmonger (Michael B. Jordan) from Black Panther

Up there with Crossbones and Ego in “Hot MCU Villain Who Deserves His Own Movie.”

3. Rick (Riz Ahmed) from Nightcrawler

Cutie. Not much else to say.

2. Aleksander Morozova (Ben Barnes) from Shadow and Bone

If Baghra told me the truth, I would have simply responded I’m still auditioning to be her daughter-in-law.

1. Angel (David Boreanaz) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

THE broody vampire bae.

Note: Previous list. The Darkling is a rare example of a goth BF with a normal GF. Or he would have been, IF BAGHRA HADN’T COCKBLOCKED.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 3 years

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A Calm Storm Raged.

Chapter One.

Ororo Munroe x Erik Killmonger x T’Challa

N’Jadaka,”

T’Challa made his way into Erik’s rather large and extra palace suite, arms behind his back and shoulders straight. He had on a beautiful gold and purple Dashiki with matching linen pants, feet covered in Shuri’s new collection of sneakers that were sound proof and made with vibranium.

“What?” He replied malevolently.

Erik was in the middle of being rubbed down with fresh, raw Wakandan Shea Butter from the popular and historic Shea Trees of the Wakandan jungle. Supposedly the butter has long lasting protection for days and healing elements for scars, bumps, and bruises. The palace maid looked timid as she applied the butter to Eriks naked form, avoiding his ass and dick completely. T’Challa looked on with annoyance, not really thrilled to see his cousins bare behind with his doors wide open.

“I SAID WHAT?” His cousin's sharp tone caused the girl to drop the container of butter.

“We are having a royal dinner and I would like you to meet my fiancé.” T’Challa didn’t feel like getting into a banter with N’Jadaka today.

“Fiancé? What ever happened with you and that annoying ass bitch Nakia?” Erik admired himself in his full length mirror like he was the fairest of them all, stroking his goatee and looking at his muscles glistening from the melted Shea butter on his skin. T’Challa rolled his eyes at Erik’s vain personality.

“Nakia is NOT a bitch… and it did not work out for us.” T’Challa wanted to get past that, move on. He was getting married to Ororo Munroe. She was more so known as Storm being a part of the X-men. T’Challa did have his doubts with Erik meeting Ororo but this was his family and the Kenyan princess would be a part of the Royal family as well.

“Yeah, she's not a bitch, you were.” Erik laughs, “she had you wrapped around her finger, bruh.”

“For one SECOND N’Jadaka can you please act civil! Ororo doesn’t need to witness nor be apart of your mess-“

“What am I doing? You’re the one that walked up here all high and mighty trying to tell me to act right. I’m a grown ass man, T’Challa. I’ll play nice for your little Fiancé though,” Erik looked down at the wakandan maid, admiring her pretty braided hair and chocolate skin. Puckering his lips, he air kissed her dangerously, his dick all in her face making her shiver.

“Sakra, you may leave,” T’Challa called to the girl, glaring at Erik for toying with her like that.

“Yes, my king,” Sakra lifts from her crouched position, capping the butter and bowing to Erik before making her leave. T’Challa smiles softly at her, brushing her past as he focused back on his maddening cousin, finally wearing black linen pants and a wool black robe to match.

“Remember, N’Jadaka, you are a royal prince now. You can’t go around doing such things like that. ufanele ube neentloni,” T’Challa could feel his beads buzzing, preferring it on silent when he was within the palace.

“Shuri, is dinner ready?” T'Challa looked at his younger sister’s holographic figure, a big grin on her face and hair out in its natural afro.

“Why else would I be calling, brother?!”

“A new discovery? Maybe to annoy me like the sister you are?” T’Challa bantered.

“I’ll save that for later. Where are you?!”

“N’Jadaka’s room. Tell Queen Mother to hold on for us. Is Ororo there?”

“She is, and she looks so beautiful! Nakia would be jealous!”

“Aye! Stop it!” T'Challa's African accent was strong.

“All good fun, hurry up!” Shuri ended the call.

Erik was putting on his last minute jewelry that was unnecessary. Golden Jaguar necklace, gold fangs, kimono beads, and even gold rings.

“It’s just food, N’Jadaka.” T’Challa shakes his head.

“Mad you can’t pull this off?” He teased his cousin, smiling with those killer dimples.

“ndingathini? Kumkani” T’Challa finally breaks his shell, arrogance showing through. Erik’s jaw clenched with anger, annoyed with the fact that T’Challa had to constantly remind him that he was the fucking King. Just months ago he YEET his ass over the cliff damn near killed him. He would YEET his ass over the balcony of his palace room right now if it wasn’t for his more civil nature.

“You love using that against me, don’t you?” Erik’s tone was dark just like the jade color of his eyes.

“Just a gentle reminder since you enjoy being an ass,” T’Challa laughs, turning to leave.

“Enjoy it while you can, nigga.” Erik could only hope that T’Challa would fall ill or some shit. Maybe if Iron man didn’t reverse the effects of the snap Erik would still be king while filling the space. Being a ruler of Wakanda felt good. He missed that. Now, he was back to being Prince N’Jadaka and lead General for the Wakandan War Dogs.

“Calm yourself, N’Jadaka. Remember who spared your life.” T’Challa didn’t wait for a response, closing Erik’s double doors made of pure gold.

—-

Ororo Munroe sat within the grand dining hall that was surrounded by the tropics. She had a long backless lilac dress on with her silver hair flowing over her pretty brown shoulders. The layout was simply too much but she understood the reasoning. Looking down at the rare amethyst rock carved into a ring on her finger, she twirled it back and forth to watch it catch the rainbows.

T’Challa was going to be her husband. She said yes before she could stop herself. There were strong mutual feelings back when she was a teen after finding her way to Serengeti. Deciding it was best to part ways, Ororo hadn’t seen him again until a year ago when he joined up with The Avengers.

Ororo sipped her aged wakandan rum, thinking about how she would become the Queen in only a few short weeks. Pressing a hand to her forehead, Ororo tried to calm her anxiety, the feeling of walls closing in around her triggering her claustrophobia. She needed some wild mava kush blend that a friend of hers of the Botanical Society of South Africa made. The kush always calmed her nerves when she felt on edge.

Three large raps of a gold staff alerted everyone in that room, all of them standing to their feet followed by Ororo. First entered Shuri, then came the Queen Mother, Ramonda. Ororo smiles, bowing her head respectively at Ramonda as she took her place next to Shuri who waved animatedly at Ororo. Next came a face she hadn’t seen before but heard about. The unknown cousin to T’Challa that seemed to stir everyone within that room.

N’Jadaka.

Ororo noticed his rather loose form, egotistical walk, and dark eyes. Seating himself next to Shuri, N’Jadaka doesn’t even look her way, grabbing the bottle of aged rum and pouring himself a generous amount that slushed wildly within his golden goblet covered in African gemstones. Ramonda gave him a warning look, causing Erik to kiss his teeth, sitting the bottle back in the center.

“KING T'CHALLA. King of Wakanda!!!”

Everyone stood, even Erik out of respect even though he looked as if it pained him. T’Challa enters, that same rigid form and intense authoritarian eyes sweeping across the room silencing everyone.

“kulilungelo ukuba nive nonke. wakanda naphakade!”

T’Challa did the signature Wakanda symbol, everyone in that room following up including Ororo.

“WAKANDA FOREVER!!!!!”

T’Challa smiles warmly, walking forward with his eyes on Ororo. She returned the same gaze, waiting for her fiancée to speak.

“Today’s meal is a celebration for my beautiful Fiancé, Ororo.” Eyes were the spotlights for Ororo.

“She will be the new Queen of Wakanda beside me, and I could not have chosen a better woman. Beautiful, strong, caring. Me and Ororo have a history that none of you would understand. I am the luckiest that I’ve ever been, and that is luckier than being King.”

Ororo watched as T’Challa walked towards her, the dining hall silent as their king approached the future queen. Even in a room full of people he looked like he wanted to eat her. Storms name, Ororo, translated in her language as beauty which best suited her. The magical aura she possesses from her ancestors being sorceresses and priestesses automatically gave her appeal aside from her striking beauty. Full lips, eyes that changed the color of her hair when her powers were in full force, skin so smooth it was chocolate silk, smell of tropical rain and peppermint scented pelargonium on her skin. She was T'Challa's weakness. Ororo stood, taking T’Challa’s hands in hers, watching as he brought them to his mouth to kiss gently. His inviting mocha eyes made her eyelids flutter. He gave her a teasing smile and a wink in return.

“So beautiful,” he rubbed her cheek with his knuckles, causing the powerful woman to blush.

“Panther Goddess Bast sent you to me,” T’Challa whispers between them before placing a kiss to her lips again. What they hadn’t realized was that every man at that table looked at her like a piece of meat. Their mouths watered, skin prickled, hearts pounded. The strong magical pull affected them all. Even Erik. He never looked at Nakia…but Ororo…

“Let’s eat! We can’t let this wonderful Wakandan meal go to waste!” T’Challa’s voice snapped everyone out of their reverie.

Everyone agreed cheerfully, cooks and palace maids passing around meals and filling goblets with rum or pomegranate juice. T’Challa seats himself next to Ororo, pouring his own glass of rum. Raising his glass, Ororo follows suit, clinking glasses with him before taking a long sip. She needed that drink with how intense things were going. Eyes sweeping about the room, Ororo watched everyone talk Xhosa, eat delicious food, and drink the strong rum like they were chugging water. Placing a lock of her thick hair behind her ear, Ororo’s cinnamon gaze landed on a pair of obsidian colored ones. Locked in a staring contest, she watched the brewing flame within his eyes almost spark her. Scanning her body painfully slow, N’Jadaka takes her in like it was for the first time, learning her from across the table. She felt completely bare under his eyes, a hand coming up to clutch her chest. He smiled smugly.

“That would be N’Jadaka. My cousin.”

Ororo blinked, looking over at T’Challa’s handsome face as he chewed his slow cooked Oxtail.

“N’Jobu’s son?”

“Yes. He looks like him, doesn’t he?”

“A little, not the dimples...they must be his mothers.” Ororo wondered who his mother could be.

“His mother is American.” T’Challa grabs a Chapatis to scoop up some spicy red sauce. He was so invested in his food that he hadn’t noticed the lust and interest in his own cousin's eyes towards his fiancé.

“Arabella is the Cairo princess, correct?” T’Challa asks.

“Yes, not particularly a favorite with her bending of the rules but she’s getting better.”

“I wonder if we could get her and N’Jadaka to meet? Maybe he would be interested.”

Ororo looked at T’Challa quizzically, “You would like to arrange that?”

“Why not? He could use a distraction. Erik needs a companion besides his five cats that roam the castle. A prince single? He should be with someone.” T’Challa laughed to himself, humor and mischief in his eyes.

“We both know how horrible Arabella is. She wouldn’t be a great girlfriend or wife, T’Challa.” Ororo senses that T’Challa wanted to do this on purpose because of the tension between them both.

“You aren’t playing fair, T’Challa,” Ororo spoke with a soft and alluring tone, “just because you are upset with how things are with your cousin doesn’t mean you should interfere with who he falls in love with.”

T’Challa breathes out a sigh, shaking his head before forking a potato, “He talks to me like I didn’t heal his wound. He doesn’t respect me as King.” That was a personal situation Ororo did not want to get into at the moment. She decided to leave the matter alone for now, turning to her food.

—-

Throughout the dinner, Ororo avoided Eriks heated eyes and kept her glass of rum close. Why was he so interested? He clearly had no respect for T’Challa with the way he looked at her like he wanted to fuck her. She considered sweeping him away with a sudden tornado but that would only kill everyone in that room minus her. Plates were replaced with dessert and at this point Ororo couldn’t take any more food. Just when things were going well, the doors to the dining hall opened revealing two women wrapped beautifully in gold traditional wakandan gowns, natural hair in goddess locs. One was slightly shorter and plump while the other was tall and slender. Silence filled the large open space as the two women stood firm at the tail end of the table, waiting for a response or instruction. Wiping his mouth with a cloth, T’Challa takes his stand, the same ruling stance that hushed the room. Erik looked from the women to T’Challa, a knowing look on his face and the urge to laugh ready to explode within him.

Did this nigga really just do this?

All that power made his head swell and Erik couldn’t wait to see Ororo’s reaction to this. Erik chanced a look at Queen Mother, he could even see the disgust that she tried to hide. Everyone else was clueless and it made Erik want to beat it into their skulls with his Nguni stick that he used for combat.

“Bold,” Erik drinks more rum, wiping the sneer from his face quickly. He wanted to have a little fun. Why not fake surprise just like the rest? He could look at Ororo and give her a reassuring look to calm her hurt. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off her for a second. The woman was beautiful. It was her skin mostly, it glowed. No… maybe it’s her eyes. She had sexy eyes.

On second thought it was her lips. Erik almost broke his goblet in half from how hard he held it. She was gonna marry T’Challa. How unfortunate. T’Challa cleared his throat, motioning for the two women to speak.

“I am Chioma, daughter to G’foru, warrior of the water tribe.” She was the plump one.

“And I am Hadiya, daughter to Akuchi, Jabari tribe.” The taller one spoke.

T’Challa watched as the Dora followed suit standing from their seats. Ororo waited with confused eyes, flickering from the women to T’Challa. She shifted slightly, clearly feeling out of place.

“We are here to serve our king as sisterwives for Queen Ororo.”

An entire uproar filled the room, some outraged while others agreed.

“SILENCE!” T’Challa spoke loudly, quieting the room.

Erik could not keep his composure. His laugh was the only sound in that room. After about five glasses of the strong rum, Erik’s mouth was sure to get him in trouble.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT AND GOT TWO OTHER WOMEN TO BE YOUR WIFE!” Ororo screamed so loud that her glass shattered.

Shuri stomped on Eriks toes, shutting him up. He looked at her like she was stupid, toes burning from the pain. Ororo sat still and stared at the women who looked straight ahead like two dumb ass statues. She could feel her ears ringing now from her rising anger.

“Thank you, N’JADAKA, for your amusement. My cousin always knows when to make light of a situation, right, cousin?” T’Challa spoke sarcastically.

Erik could see the scorching rage in T'Challa's eyes that was masked with a forced smile. Huffing, he keeps eye contact until he looks at Ororo with a lopsided grin. He could see her energy crackling around her. T’Challa didn’t need to worry about Erik, more so Ororo.

“My King, should we go?” Hadiya asks, eyes reading otherwise.

“No,” T’Challa looked over at Ororo’s angry face, “You will stay. The Dora can take you to your rooms and food will be there waiting for you. I’ll be there soon.”

Excitement poured through both women as they followed behind the Dora, excluding Okoye who even had a look of utmost shock on her face.

“THE DINNER WILL CONTINUE AS BEFORE!”

T’Challa took his seat again, grabbing up his fork to continue eating. He completely blocked out Ororo’s glare towards him. Her eyes could be felt briefly changing from cinnamon to silver but all that changed when Ramonda’s warm and nurturing hand gripped hers.

——

After dinner, everyone joined T’Challa in the throne room where he sat alongside Ororo watching his Wakandan people dance and drink the night away. He felt proud to be the ruler of these people. Ororo however sat lazily in her chair, twirling her eighth glass of rum with great interest. Her long claw shaped nails painted black could be sharp enough to scratch the grins off of her sister wives faces. They danced seductively for T’Challa, gaining his attention in the eyes and in his crotch. Ororo almost gagged. She and T’Challa had a lot to discuss after this unnecessary party.

“I think I need to get some air. My claustrophobia is making me suffocate.” Ororo whispered to T’Challa softly.

“Take as much time as you need, Ororo. I will be here waiting for you.”

Accepting his kiss, Ororo stood from her throne chair, walking down the platform with her pretty bare feet and towards the large royal balcony of the palace. The noise faded out as she sipped her rum and walked. The smell of the fresh wakandan air was always soothing and pulled to her aura. Sitting her glass down and causing it to shatter, Ororo gripped the vibranium edge of the balcony, letting out calming breaths.

How could he do this to her? How could he still make her feel second? When things didn’t work out for them in the beginning he ended up with Nakia. Now that things didn’t work out between them he made his way back to Ororo. She always fell for his dazzling smile and chocolate skin. Her hands were in her hair now, scrunching the long silver strands like a mad woman. She adored this man, but he was fgoing to marry two other women to ‘sow his Royal oats’.

“You want some company, beautiful?”

Turning, Ororo spotted N’Jadaka approaching, a cigar in hand and a drink in the other. Taking a puff, he blew out smoke into the fresh air, licking his lips afterward to take a drink. Ororo looked him over, noticing the scarring on his torso. Imagine how much pain he had to be in to do that to himself. This man that T’Challa despised had a story that caught Ororo’s attention.

“It represents the people I’ve killed. I don’t think you want to know the number.” Sneering, Erik approached her, skin smelling like African fantasy: luscious fruit and musk giving him a sweet but sexy aroma. Ororo turned away, breathing in through her nose. The rum was clouding her brain. She can’t be attracted to T'Challa's cousin...that was wrong.

“That’s the second glass you broke within the past two hours, you good?” That Oakland drag made her belly flutter. It felt good to hear an American speak. She faked an American accent living there for so long as a reporter turned X-men.

“As you can see, N’Jadaka, I’m not all well.” Ororo brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“He is a fucking idiot,” chuckling, N’Jadaka offered some of his rum to Ororo, but she kindly declined.

“Just more for me then, Isondo,” she could hear the flirty nature in his tone.

“Don’t call me that. It’s disrespectful to refer to me as sexy when I am your cousin's fiancé.” Ororo gripped her upper arms as if covering herself.

“You cold?” N’Jadaka’s husky voice practically singing in her ear.

“No. Can you back up?” She shot daggers at him with her eyes, causing N’Jadaka to step away.

“Fiery. I like that,” he laughs smugly, drowning the rest of the rum and focusing on his cigar, “He doesn’t deserve a woman like you. T’Challa thinks he can have whatever the fuck he wants and clearly having you is the golden egg. Too bad you look like you’re ready to rage a fucking storm.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She sassed him.

“I would actually. I heard about what you can do. Show me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Show me what storm is all about,” N’Jadaka invades her space again, eyes on the evening sky.

“Show me lightning.” Blinking away from the stars, he looked down on her, “Show me a thunderstorm, no...a hurricane.”

His eyes were wild and lustful. Ororo blinked away tears, her psionic powers over weather affected by her emotions. She often suppresses extreme feelings to prevent her emotional state from resulting in violent weather.

“And I heard about how cunning you are. You used to be a thief, right? So did I. I bet me and you could have made the perfect team. Stealing vibranium, giving back to our people the proper way, beating niggas asses and snapping necks,” N’Jadaka took his fingers to touch her soft hair, “You’re dangerous just like me.”

Ororo smacked his hand away, touching her hair as if it were infested, “You’re disgusting. You can have any woman you want and you choose to chase me?”

“I always get what I want.” He said with a dangerous smile

“You sure? You didn’t get the throne. T’Challa did that.”

“Yeah...he did. That’s where I fell short but I’m here. I’m in Wakanda now and I still bark orders and make decisions. I’m the one that pushed T’Challa to open the Outreach Centers. If it wasn’t for me, none of that shit would have fucking happened.”

Ororo looked at N’Jadaka with great interest, “That was you? You made him do that?”

“In a fucked up way that resulted in me getting stabbed through the chest, yeah.” Her pretty cinnamon eyes had him hooked.

“Wow...I praised him for that and I should be praising you.” Forgetting her recent disinterest in touching him, Ororo grabbed his hands, grateful eyes dancing with tears.

“I’m happy he finally opened his eyes. You made that happen.” As quickly as she held his hands she let go. N’Jadaka felt a void.

“You didn’t have to stop touching me. Your skin feels good against mine.” His face was dangerously close to hers, their noses almost connecting.

“Did I make you feel better?” He asks in a hushed tone.

“...Not so much. But thank you.” Ororo tucks her chin bashfully only for N’Jadaka to lift it, forcing her to look at him.

“I like what I see...and apparently so do you.”

“I’m not...I can’t N’Jadaka.”

“Erik.”

Confused Ororo looks down at his chest, “Who is Erik?”

“Me. My American name. My alias,” he looked at her juicy lips, “I prefer that anyway.”

“You’re too close, Erik. What if someone sees?”

“So what? I don’t give a fuck about their opinion of me. They already have their minds made up about me anyway so fuck them.” His hard exterior caused Ororo to step back. He was a force to be reckoned with. Erik was the type of man to ruin her in good and bad ways. The temptation to allow this man to use her body was slowly surfacing. His wild nature was like a drug to her.

“I have to go. T’Challa will be wondering where I am.”

“Only if you give him a reason to. I can take you to my private Villa in the mountains? You can let me fuck you like I know you want me to. I bet T’Challa never ate the pussy.”

Ororo gasped from the vulgar comment, covering her cleavage with her silk lilac dress. This man had no pause. He had no filter. Just blunt and obscene.

“You know about the irvingia gabonensis of African trees? There are some planted in the Wakandan jungle,” Erik takes her hair, placing it behind her ear,

“some people call them wild mango, African mango, bush mango, dika or ogbono.”

Ororo’s eyes went low from his smell and the warmth of his touch against her ear. He was enticing her.

“They Bear these edible mango-like fruits that if extracted of their juices can arouse the person,” Erik takes her fingers, kissing each one slowly with his eyes on her. She couldn’t breath at all, her phobia back again like the wakandan air didn’t matter.

“You can ask any woman in Wakanda where they like that juice to be,” Erik nibbled the tips of her fingers, Ororo gasping with pleasure.

“I bet your pussy tastes like irvingia mangos,” his dark chuckle finally did its job with making her pussy wet. Her pussy hadn’t been this wet in a very long time. She thought T’Challa was the only man to ever make her drip as much as she did but here comes Erik with the same effect on her horny body. It was wrong, but sexual desire could cloud your better judgment.

Leaning in close, Erik whispers against her ear, his nose in her good smelling hair.

“If you let me eat I’ll show you just how good I can juice that sweet pussy over and over on my tongue.”

Ororo bit her lip, fingertips sparking. She imagined laying on Eriks bed, allowing this man to please her with his tongue for hours and making her scream and shout. It was so nasty and bad to think of doing that in the same space as the King but the old Ororo didn’t have remorse. He had those perfect lips to sit her pussy on and ride his face.

“I’m getting married, Erik, I can’t do this.”

“You don’t wanna be in a poly relationship, Ororo. You telling me you would rather torture yourself? Nah, I don’t believe that. I’m finna take you back to my room and fuck some sense into you.”

“Are you hearing yourself?!!!” Ororo looked around to be sure no one could hear, “You’re insisting on sleeping with me and without a thought as to how this will hurt the royal family?”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Ramonda doesn’t approve, Shuri sure as hell doesn’t and neither should you. The Dora will kiss T’Challa feet before going against him. We ain’t gotta deal with that!”

Erik gripped the sides of her face, eyes boring into hers intensely.

“All you gotta do is say yes. And it’s not the rum talking. I really wanna take you away from him.”

“You don’t even know me. What makes you think I would jump and do that?”

“Because I already got your attention. All you need is a little push.”

Ororo took one look at his lips, biting her own before leaning in to taste him. His tongue deep down her throat and grunts deep, Ororo moaned. His tongue wiggles and curls like a garden snake and his lips rubbed hers like soft pillows against her face.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, allowing Erik to suck on her tongue. He was so nasty and demanding. Gripping the back of his head, Ororo battles him, the sloppy passionate kiss making her stomach tightened and her pussy wetter. She could even feel the hardening of her nipples rubbing his studded chest through her silk dress.

“Mhm,” he moaned in return, pleased with his accomplishment. She was so tasty. Ororo pulled away, gasping for air only to give Erik room to invade her neck with his long pink tongue that stroked like a slippery reptile. She shuddered, back arching like his tongue was deep in her pussy. Ororo bounces slightly with need, mimicking the way she would bounce on his tongue if he told her to. Her eyes turned silver, night sky swirling until a strong wind brushed past, closing the balcony doors. Pausing their kiss, Erik looks her dead in the eyes with a sly smirk, getting on his knees now and lifting her dress up and over his head. The high split of the dress revealed her long toned legs draped over his shoulder. Bracing herself on the balcony edge, Ororo could feel her panties slipping to the side while Erik pulled her petals apart.

“Fuck,” she widened her legs, Eriks flat and thick tongue brushing everywhere like he was licking a plate clean. He wiggles that damn tongue against the underside of her clit, alternating between sucking and slurping. Mouth wide and wordless, Ororo clawed the vibranium, hips moving in conjunction with his tongue. She closed her eyes in defeat, all regrets long gone as this man ate her pussy like no other. He circled her clit with his pointed tongue, earning a cry. The tears in the back of her eyes fought to fall from how amazing he ate her.

“Erik,” she whined. He had her begging.

Now he had the nerve to tongue fuck her pussy. Careful not to fall over the edge Ororo held her legs open wider, sliding down on his tongue to give him all of her.

“You’re so good at this, ahhh, it feels so good, N’Jadaka.” She cradled his head closer, rubbing over him gently. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, heart racing at the thought of being caught by T’Challa or anyone for that matter. The long billowing curtains that covered the Palace doors did hide them but that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t be peeking right now. She repeatedly moaned out with every movement Erik made, her intoxicated body moving in slow motion. Drunk or not this felt AMAZING.

“Right there, fuck, yes, right there,” her hitched breath caught in her throat, body frozen as Erik decided to add two fingers inside of her. She could hear him laughing beneath her. Tired of him hiding, Ororo lifted her dress away from his head, lust filled eyes holding his dark and sinister gaze. This man was pure evil sucking on her pussy like a beast. She grabbed a fist full of his tapered dreads, guiding his head as he sucked her clit and finger fucked her pussy.

“Erik!” She was ready to explode.

“Give me all that juice, baby,” he pushed her and pushed, coaxing her with a curl of his fingers.

“Cum on my fucking tongue.” With his command, Ororo shouted so loud it felt like the party beyond those doors ended to see what the screams of pleasure were all about.

“You taste so damn good. Your pretty sweet pussy tastes just like I like it. So pretty and good, baby.”

Erik kisses her entire pussy with love, watching with greedy and admiring eyes as the Storm goddess moaned and weakly spoke his name.

“Erik...oh, Erik...Erik…”

He savagely started eating her again.

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Meet The Furys

Characters: Erik Stevens x black!reader, Nicky Fury x daughter!reader

Summary: Its time for your dad to meet your boyfriend.

Warnings: None

A/N: Based off this imagine. After almost a year its finally here! I hope you all enjoy it.

“Okay, remember to play nice. My dad can be intense.” You warned Erik before ringing the doorbell.

“As long as he ain’t on some fuck shit.” Erik was already not too fond of the work your father did.

“Erik!”

“Aight, I’ll be nice.” He changed the tune of his story when he saw the crazy look in your eyes.

The front door opened and revealed Tony Stark. “What are you doing here?” You asked shoving the cake in his hands.

“Nice to see you too, kid.” He kissed the top of your head. Despite your love-hate relationship, Tony was like a big brother to you. Actually, all the avengers were like older siblings to you.

“Stevens.”

“Stark.”

Erik and Tony greeted each other. Neither one liked the other. You believed it was because there was no room big enough to hold both of their egos.

“Please you two, no arguing today. I got enough to worry about.” You continued to venture into the house.

“Erik, my man!” Sam came up and clapped Erik’s hand and gave him a one arm hug. “What you been up to?”

Tony leaned into you and asked, “Why doesn’t he greet me like that?”

You rolled your eyes and turned over your hand. “You know why.”

“Shit, nothing. I’m just out here trying to survive.” Erik ended the clap with a snap. He hit Sam in the middle in the chest. “I see you hitting them weights. You out here trying to get swole?”

“Nah, man I’m trying to get like you.”

“Trust me you don’t wanna be like him.” You interrupted the nigga-fest before it went too far.

“She’s always hating.” Erik whispered to Sam. “I’ll get at you later.”

Erik followed you throughout the house. The two of you constantly stopping to greet everyone. Eventually, you made it outside to see your dad at the pit.

“Hey Daddy!” As you reached up to kiss his cheek, you had to restrain yourself from hitting Erik when you heard him mumble, “I’m the only one she calls daddy.”

Nick put the spatula down and hugged his baby girl. “How is it possible you get more beautiful every time I see you?”

“I get it from my daddy.” You boosted his ego. “Anyway, there’s someone I want you to meet.” You tugged on Erik’s hand to bring him next to you. “Daddy this is Erik, Erik this is Nick Fury.”

Erik stuck out his hand to shake your dad’s. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Nick looked at the young man’s hand for some time. Before everything went down in Wakanda, Nick heard of Erik or better yet Killmonger. He wanted to bring him into SHIELD, but decided he was too volatile and stubborn for the organization. Now that same man is dating his baby girl. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

“Hmmph.” Nick looked Erik up and down before shaking his hand. “You treating my daughter right?”

“Yes, sir. I’m the one you should be checking on.” Erik rubbed up and down on the bicep you hit him on earlier. “She’s always hitting me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t deserve it. You always testing me.” You bucked at him.

Erik was about to mush your head, but he remembered his surroundings and that he was supposed to be making a good impression. “See, you got a little thug over there.”

“She ain’t the thug I see.” You knew your dad would be snarky when he met Erik, but you didn’t think he would be going this hard this early.

You saw Sam behind Erik, cracking some joke with Bucky. Quickly, you motioned for him to come get Erik. “E, you wanna go grab a drink and dig into that cake before anyone else can?”

Erik looked to you if it was okay for him to leave. Even though he was already itching to leave he didn’t want to piss you off.

“Yeah, go.” You waved him off. “Me and Daddy need to have a talk.”

With your go ahead, Erik took off. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold his tongue.

Once Erik was out of earshot, you poked your dad in the shoulder and got on his ass. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Nick played dumb as he flipped the burgers.

You flicked your dad’s ear and quickly got out of arm’s reach. “That elitist nigga bullshit you just pulled by calling Erik a thug.”

Nick gave you the full Fury glare that was usually reserved for Tony. He pointed the spatula at you. “You got that one free lick. You don’t get anymore.” Closing the pit, your dad came next to you. “And the last thing I wanna be is one of those siddity niggas. I just…I just expected you with someone different that’s all.

“Elitist bullshit.” You mocked him by singing.

He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I was a little elitist. I’ll be better, I promise.”

If you consider better as not talking to one another then better happened. The barbecue was tense due to the obvious animosity between your dad and boyfriend. No matter how hard you, Sam, Bruce, and Steve tried to ease the tension, somehow your dad and Erik found a way to throw off-hand comments. And Tony was no help because he liked to add fuel to the fire.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when Sam complimented Erik’s hair and your dad mumbled, “I don’t know why you young niggas think that’s a good look.”

Erik’s smile before he said anything told you everything you needed to know, and you knew there was no way to stop it. “I’m sorry that your receding hairline made you cut your hair. But hey, you rock that Samuel L. Jackson look.”

“What’s wrong with Sam L? That man got style.” Nick looked at Erik incredulously. He choose the wrong one today. “And while we on the subject of hair. Son, if you can’t grow a full beard then at least have the sense to cut that shit off.”

You almost spat your drink out. Erik’s been using some oils to grow his beard completely and it was working so well, you thought it was full. Leave it to your dad to find the last patch.

“At least I’m not dressed like Shaft. Nigga it’s 85 degrees right now, why you got on that hot ass leather duster for? Ole Little Bill lookin ass with an eyepatch.” Erik refused to be outdone by this old head.

They continued to trade jabs. It was like watching a tennis match when neither player could score. Each jab was hitting its mark. If this wasn’t your dad and Erik, then you would be cracking up like everyone else.

You needed to stop their bickering before it got too far. Out of the two, your dad would be the easiest to stop. “Daddy!” You called out to him, trying to redirect his attention.

“What?!” Both Erik and your dad turned to you. When you saw your dad’s face processing that Erik answered as well, you knew right then and there you would have to kill Erik. You’ll just tell T’Challa and Shuri that he died in a horrible car crash. It would be believable, because that nigga doesn’t know what a speed limit is.

Sam slid out of his chair in silent laughter, Tony spat out his drink and was howling in laughter, Steve’s face flushed red in embarrassment for you, Bucky looked like he wanted to congratulate Erik, Wanda and Nat offered you sympathetic smiles, and Peter was confused to why everyone was in a state of shock.

That shit-eating grin was wiped off Erik’s face when he looked at you. Was it possible to plan your own funeral, he thought.

“Y/N, why did he answer you?” Nick asked his lovely daughter. He knew his daughter was grown and she was most likely doing grown people activities, but that didn’t mean he needed to be blatantly reminded of it.

“Cause I’m her daddy, nigga!” Erik was done playing nice. Nick Fury needed to know he was serious about you and he wasn’t going anywhere.

Tony wiped tears from his eyes. “This keeps getting better and better.” Nat kicked the leg from under his chair causing him to fall.

‘Thank you’ you mouthed to her. Tony obnoxious ass was next on your hit list after Erik.

Standing up, Nick pointed between him and Erik. “Me and you about to have a little talk.”

You tried to follow them inside the house, but your dad stopped you. He said they needed to have a talk man to man.

The longer they were away, the more you worried. For sure, you thought you would hear yelling. Neither one of them were afraid to get loud. Maybe one of em killed the other, you thought. Nah couldn’t be, neither one would go quietly.

Suddenly, your dad’s laughter was wafting through the air and that didn’t happen too often. Rounding the corner was a happy Erik and your dad, laughing with each other like they just weren’t at each other’s necks.

“What is this?” You asked surprised that they weren’t arguing.

Erik came to your side and kissed your temple. “Me and your pops came to an understanding.”

“And that is?”

“None of your business.” Your dad told you, leaving you speechless. Wow, did your dad and Erik have secrets now?

You asked Erik the same question and got the same answer. Erik was your best bet to tell you their secret, so you pinched him to get him to spill the beans.

In less than five seconds you felt a flick to your ear. “Keep your hands off that boy. I forgot how mean your little ass can be.”

You grabbed your ear and looked at your dad in awe. “What the hell is this?! Y’all friends all of a sudden?” You had to be in the twilight zone, because now your dad was defending Erik.

Both men turned to you and simultaneously repeated, “None of your business.” You decided to give up for the moment. You would have to divide and conquer to get any info.

The rest of dinner went really well considering where it started. Instead of roasting each other, Erik and your dad ganged up on Tony and it was your turn to laugh at his pain and suffering.

At the end of the night, it was only you, your dad, and Erik left. On your way out, Erik promised your dad he would come to his poker night and that they could hustle Tony out of some money. These niggas were really best friends now.

Finally, in the car you could try to pry some information out of Erik. Your dad would never tell you what they talked about. He was the king of secrets.

“What?” Erik’s lip slightly curled up when he felt you staring at him.

“What did you and my dad talk about earlier?” You pinched his arm. “And don’t tell me it’s none of my business.”

Erik slid his eyes at you when he came to the stop sign. “Imma handle that ass when we get home.”

“Promises, promises.”

Erik shook his head at you. He contemplated telling you the truth and decided to give you an abridged version, because he knew your ass wouldn’t stop bugging him until you got something. “All you need to know is that we both have your best interest and love you. Anything else you wanna know, you gotta ask your pops.” Taking the hand that was intertwined with his, Erik kissed the back of your wrist.

That answer would have to do for now. Just like Erik said you could get the rest from your dad with a lot of begging and honestly, Erik might tell you more, because either way you looked at it you were daddy’s little girl and neither one of them would want to disappoint you.

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empyreanwritings · 4 years

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Over-Protective

Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Udaku!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language (as usual), blood and gore, mentions of death, some sexual tension in between

Summary: You’re on a path of discovering all of Hydra’s secrets, but a certain someone keeps interrupting you when you least expect it.

A/N: This is my fic for @buckysknifecollection for the giveaway! Again, I am so sorry it took me so long, I have been struggling to keep up with all the fics I gotta write. Hopefully this is going to help push my motivation along. Ily so much, I really do hope you enjoy it! x

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :) x

Hydra. A mob run by some of the most vile people in the city. No one could ever seem to get them under control, and anyone who tried ended up fired - or dead. While some politicians denied it, everyone knew they had their hands dipped in Hydra's honey pot; it was the only way they managed to stay in power so long. Pierce, who had more blood on his hands than the entire U.S. military, was the greatest example. No accusation ever seemed to stick.

Your family did its best to stay out of mob business, until Zemo killed your father. Your brother joined Steve Rogers, the only man who was willing to cross Hydra and take Zemo out. He became one of Steve's closest advisors when it came to business deals and expansion; he had a knack for ruling behind the scenes.

And your cousin, while you didn't agree with his methods, built his own world within the city. He seized the dock's out from under Hydra's control and made a new name for himself: Killmonger. Most of the family didn't approve of what he did to avenge your father, but you didn't mind much. The only time you actually despised seeing Erik was Thanksgiving because he always managed to swipe the last piece of pumpkin pie before you could. That was a worse betrayal than joining the mob could ever be in your eyes.

Despite everything, you still felt like it wasn't enough. You wanted to see Hydra burn. Everything they built, everything they stood for, you wanted to watch it crumble.

You slipped through crowds of people, doing your best not to be noticed by the man you were following. Working for The Daily Bugle taught you how to go unseen in order to get a good story. There were times you weren't always successful - like the first time you met Steve and managed to knock pipes all over the ground - but the longer you worked, the better you became. You tailed this man for miles, and he hadn't noticed you yet.

He stopped in one of the cafes, and you were just about to follow him in when someone grabbed you by your elbow and yanked you into the alley. The surprise of it caught you off guard, giving you no time to reach for your pepper spray before your attacker pinned your arms against the wall.

But you were surprised to look up and see it wasn't an attacker at all - it was Steve.

"What the hell are you doing?" You pitched your head forward to get him to stumble back, and once he let you go, you put a few feet between the two of you. You trusted him, but you were pissed he made you lose your only lead.

"Nakia called," he replied casually. "She said you were digging into things you shouldn't have been."

"Exposing Hydra's sex trafficking ring could be the biggest story of my career! And it can help us take them down once and for all!"

Steve huffed, a slight flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "There is no 'us' in all of this. You know your brother wants you to stay out, and I have to agree with him. Anyone who digs into Hydra's work disappears and gets recovered in the river a few days later."

You rolled your eyes. Every time Steve tried to use the "Your brother said so" excuse, you knew it wasn't just your brother. Steve let you sit in on a few of his interrogations, so you could work on your mob series. He didn't have to, but as soon as he found out you were T'Chaka's daughter, he knew you weren't going to just give up on what you were doing. Your entire family was filled with stubborn people. He figured if he gave you a little insight on what his life was like, you wouldn't feel the need to dig deeper. But he should have known you weren't going to stop until you uncovered the truth about Hydra and why they ordered the hit on your father.

"Stark said-"

"Of course Stark is behind this," he grumbled. "That man would be willing to sacrifice everyone that works for him in order to get a good scoop."

"Hey! You might not always get along with him, but he's actually on your side. He doesn’t want me to do this piece either because he knows what the repercussions can be." You shifted from side to side, Steve's piercing gaze suddenly making you feel like a bundle of nerves. "But he agreed to let me do it by myself, so I'm not dragging anybody else down with me."

"How does that make it better?"

"You will try to find something negative in everything I say, won't you?"

"Maybe I do because I'm the only one using common sense here!"

"Common sense?" You barked out a laugh. "You manage to have common sense in that thick skull of yours?"

You weren't sure how - or when - it happened, but you were suddenly very aware that you stood toe to toe with Steve. Your chin stuck out defiantly, and he rolled his shoulders back. Neither of you made a move to stand down, and it made your heart hammer inside of your chest.

It was a terrible time to notice, but you never realized how blue his eyes were. When he was angry, one of his eyebrows twitched, and you had to suppress the feeling to reach up and make it stop yourself. It was an urge you never had before. The feeling of being this close to him suddenly made you feel too hot, so you were the first one to step back. Reluctantly.

You pretended not to notice the disappoint flood his features because if he enjoyed being close to you, that meant everything was going to change. You weren't ready for something like that.

He sighed and ran his hands down his face. "I'm trying to look out for you. Your family doesn't need to bury another person this year."

You hated that he was right, but it wasn't his decision to make. You refused to let your father die in vain after all of the good he did for this world. He didn't deserve to meet his end the way he did, and if something happened to you while taking them down then so be it.

"I'm a big girl, Steve. I can handle myself."

You didn't give him a chance to argue with you again. You warned him that you would start screaming for help if he tried to stop you and took off out of the alley in hopes of finding your mark. He was long gone by the time you made it to the entrance of the alley, but you had a feeling you knew where he was going. You'd be able to catch up to him before the end of the day.

Steve watched you go, irritated that he couldn't convince you to stop digging. Your stubbornness was sexy when you weren't using it against him, but even then, he couldn't help but feel a little impressed.

He quickly dialed Bucky's number and moved back into the alley, so no one could hear him. He never knew what strangers were secretly involved with Hydra, and he didn't want anyone ratting him out to get into their good favor.

"Hey, Buck, I need you to do me a favor," he mumbled. "Y/N was looking into James Winderfield. Get his schedule and find out where he was going around this time. I need to get to him before she does."

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Charming your way into a building with strong security was a lot harder than you expected it to be. The front desk workers weren't impressed with you slinging around titles. Who cared if you were supposedly the wife of a prince overseas? They saw couples like that all the time on TV, so they weren't fawning over you, but you got lucky because they just didn't want to deal with you. You imagined they had to deal with a lot of stuck up clients, and they were bending their last straw.

You made your way towards the elevators past security, slipping the fake rock off your finger and sliding it back into your purse. Not a single person was looking at you, and yet it felt like everyone was aware of your presence. Sneaking into a rival mob made you more paranoid than usual. You ended up working yourself into a small panic attack just as you made it into the elevator.

You were about to let out a small sigh of relief when a familiar, annoyingly smug, face stepped in and made sure no one got in after him when the doors closed.

If Steve Rogers was anything, he was a persistent man. You wanted to knock that persistence right in his nose, but you had a feeling you would break your hand before you did any real damage to that chiseled face of his. And it really was chiseled.

The two of you rode in silence for a few moments. He waited until you were two floors away to your destination to hit the emergency stop button, which made you throw your hands up and groan in total frustration. His lips twitched at the corners, and you knew right away he was enjoying this - and that irritated you more than actually being stopped.

"Oh, don't worry, the elevator will get fixed eventually," he assured you. "I won't be late to my meeting with Mr. Winderfield." You looked up at him, eyes growing wide and your chest beginning to heave. He furrowed his brows in mock confusion, and you knew he was gearing up to say something slick. "What's the matter? Was that the man you were trying to follow this morning?"

You ground your teeth together. "You knew that already. How the hell did you find out so quickly?"

"I have a feeling my sources are better than your sources."

"You can't call Bucky intimidating people a good source," you quipped.

Steve shrugged and leaned his hands back against the small railing. He clearly had no intention of letting you speak to Mr. Winderfield alone; why else would he show up here and let you get this far? If he set up a meeting, he was willing to entertain your plans but only on his terms.

You reminded yourself to thank Nakia for making your day a lot harder than you wanted it to be, but you understood where she was coming from. She wanted to keep you safe. She had been there the day you and your family found out about your father, and she didn't want them to go through that again. It wasn't entirely a bad thing. It really wasn't. Her protectiveness just made everything that much more difficult to obtain.

"Fine. What will it take for you to let me sit in and speak with him?" You asked, trying your best to hide the frustration in your voice.

"You don't speak with him at all." You opened your mouth to protest, but he stepped forward and pressed a finger to your lips. "You don't speak to him at all. I will make this seem like a casual conversation about Hydra encroaching on my territory, and you will take notes because you're my secretary. Write down names and locations, anything you may need to work your way up to Pierce. You will not say a word about who you are; you are just a secretary. Do you understand?"

Your mouth felt dry. The assertive tone to his voice made you understand why women seemed to fall at his feet when he called. His hands were so close to you, they could easily reach down and grab your chin or your throat and make you listen to every word falling from his lips. The words "I understand, Sir," were dancing on the tip of your tongue, and you wanted to slap yourself silly for even thinking it.

You quickly blinked and cleared your throat to recover. "Fine, fine, but don't skip any hard questions just because you don’t want me digging, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Steve hit the button again, and the elevator instantly sprung back to life. Once you stepped out, the cooler air of the floor hit your face and brought you back down to earth. Being that close to Steve made you feel hot, and it was the second time it happened today. You weren't sure what would go down if either of you ever made it to a third.

---

The meeting started off well. You understood how Steve managed to build his empire; he was a charming man, full of life and control. He commanded a room the second he stepped in. Not a single person would dare to take it from him or speak over him. Sometimes his control wasn't in words alone but in his body language as well.

Steve never sat down when he spoke. He kept his shoulders relaxed, but you could see the guarded expression on his face. He wasn't worried about losing control of the situation, but he was always prepared for the worst. You couldn't help but wonder if he was more on edge because of your presence. He didn't need to say it out loud - you could tell by the way he acted - your protection was most important to him. Your family didn't deserve to lose another person. And maybe he didn't want to lose you either.

Unfortunately, even with Steve trying his best, the meeting did go south. Winderfield knew who you were before you walked in. He played along for a little while, pretending he didn't know who your father was. It was when you tried to leave that you were greeted by the barrel of his gun. Neither of you knew, but an order was put out on anyone who tried to get information about T'Chaka's death - higher reward if the person taken out was family.

Steve should have predicted something like this, and he kicked himself for not doing so.

He looked between you and Winderfield, carefully and silently calculating his next move. The office was too wide. He knew he wouldn't be able to push you out of the line of fire before a bullet hit you.

"Don't even think about moving, Rogers," Winderfield hissed. "She'll be dead before you blink an eye."

"Wouldn't I be of more value to Hydra alive?" You piped up. Steve looked over at you as if you had two heads, and he wanted to yell at you to keep your mouth shut, but he didn't. Mainly because he worried that you would kill him as soon as you got the chance for doing so.

Winderfield scoffed. "What the hell are you going on about?"

"You want Killmonger's territory, right? Newsflash: I'm his cousin. He'll be willing to make a deal if there is sign of life." Erik loved you, but Steve didn't believe he'd give up his own territory for you. He was too unpredictable to trust, yet you spoke as if you believed your words wholeheartedly. "It would be a waste to let me die and not consider those possibilities."

There was a moment of hesitation in Winderfield's eyes, and Steve used the opportunity to draw his gun and shoot. The impact of the bullet made him drop his gun, but not before he got one shot in. Steve heard you yelp, and he turned to make sure you were okay. You were clutching your arm, streams of red pouring down your white sleeve. He was thankful it wasn't anything fatal; Mr. Winderfield couldn't say the same. Steve knew he landed a good shot. The man wouldn't survive the blood loss.

He dashed to your side, murmuring promises of patching you up once the two of you made it out of the building. You had to take the stairs since security was coming up the elevator. He practically had to carry you down the last few flights - partly because you were out of breath, but also due to the dizziness that started to settle in. You weren't sure if it was the thrill of everything going on or the blood still pouring from your arm, but you would have passed out if it weren't for Steve.

As he held you up, you noticed the way his muscles flexed under his shirt. It was a terrible time to notice something like that, you knew it, but you couldn't stop yourself from giving his bicep the slightest squeeze. If he caught on to what you did, he didn't make it known. Which you appreciated. If he thought you were feeling him up, his ego would never let you live it down.

A car was already waiting for you at the back exit, as if Steve knew something like this would happen. Ever the prepared man. Bucky sat in the driver's seat, his eyes going wide when Steve lifted you into the back. There wasn't time to question what happened; a small security group burst through the door you had just ran through and started firing at the car.

"Go!" Steve ordered, half a shout and half a plea.

He grabbed the back of your neck and forced your head down into his lap to avoid any of the shots. The tires of the car squealed to life as Bucky sped out of the alley. Your stomach lurched when he swerved into traffic, and based on the honks you heard, drivers weren't too happy about it either.

"I think I'm going to be sick," you whimpered. You started to loosen the pressure on your wound, and Steve instantly pressed his hand against it for you.

"Where should we go?" Bucky asked once he knew no one was tailing the three of you.

"Natasha's. She's far enough out of the city that we'll notice if someone is still following us."

Bucky sucked in a breath. "You know she's not going to like us showing up unannounced. With Wanda being pregnant and all-"

"She owes me," he quipped with such a finality in his tone that Bucky didn't bother to argue.

You didn't care where you ended up, you just silently hoped it would be somewhere with a suitable first aid kit. And maybe a bucket for you to finally throw up in.

---

Bucky was right, Natasha wasn't happy to see Steve on her doorstep, but she ushered the three of you in anyways. Steve was lucky looks couldn't kill because Natasha glared daggers at the back of his head the entire time. She only looked away when she realized you were going limp against his side. You thought you heard her mumble something about 'talking about this later' but you weren't entirely sure.

Steve guided you upstairs to the master bathroom. Droplets of blood hit the white tile, and you flinched at how disgusting it must have looked. You also felt bad because it was clear Natasha and her wife did a lot to keep their house looking clean. And here you were, walking through it with a trail of blood coming from you.

He helped you onto the counter before he started rummaging through everything for the first aid kit. You leaned back, resting your head against the mirror, and took several deep breaths. The wound couldn't have been too deep, but it was enough to make you feel queasy. Other people's blood didn't affect you as much as seeing your own did. Your blood was supposed to be inside your body, so when it wasn't, your brain worked overtime to make you feel faint.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as he cleaned you up. You managed to hold in your groans even when he started to stitch the wound. Every time you flinched, Steve would pause and let you get used to the pain before continuing on. He was gentle. And attentive. He paid attention to even the slightest change in breathing to gauge how you were doing and continued on accordingly.

"You're a little too good at stitches," you teased quietly, not able to get yourself to speak much louder. "Should I be worried about your meetings always ending up in shootouts?"

Steve looked up at you, a small smile dancing at the corner of his lips. "You admitting you worry about me in general?"

"I'm worried about my brother, actually. Since you drag him along to all of them."

He hummed in response, not believing your words for a second. You weren't a terrible liar; you just weren't sure what the truth was right now.

Did you care about your brother's safety when he was around Steve? Of course you did. But your worry didn't stem from Steve's ability to protect him. He showed you today that he was quick to act when it came to protecting others. There was just a small voice in your mind that kept pushing you to admit you cared about Steve's safety too. Not because of your brother, but because you cared about him in general. Even if he was a pain in your ass.

"You saved my life today," you mentioned with a smile. "Thank you."

"I'd do it again."

You chuckled. "Because my brother would kill you if you didn't?"

"No," he paused, giving himself a moment to think about that answer, and shook his head. "Well, yes, but that's not the only reason."

"Oh?"

"Don't pretend like you don't already know what that is."

You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. You did know, but was it wrong of you to want him to say it out loud? He was a man that made your stomach do cartwheels with a single look. His smile made any woman - yourself included - swoon. He could have anyone he wanted in this world, and all you wanted was for him to admit that he only wanted you.

You wondered if that was moving too fast, so you stayed quiet.

"I care about you too," you assured him.

He paused again. A beat of silence passed, and he leaned over to press a kiss on your forehead. He didn't say it, but you knew he was thinking it. He cared about you just as much.

And that was enough for now.

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