#mbaku fanfic

[namorslutfanfiction]

I don't know how you would do it but can you do a love triangle with Reader and Namor and Reader and M'baku. But she ultimately picks Namor and breaks M'baku's heart

BRUH

Summary: You had grown up with M'baku after his father had found you wandering the mountains as a child. Your ties were close until you met Namor at a party in the palace, a party that turned into a nightmare. Now you have a difficult decision to make.

ANGST so much angst. I'm so sorry

TW: MILD SA

"Must I really come to the palace, Baku?" You asked as you sparred with the newly crowned King on top of the snowy mountain.

M'baku dodged your swing and countered with ease. Neither of you were serious, just going through the paces as you caught up. You had been at one of the Wakandan out reach centers for the past year. M'baku had personally called for your return once he took over as King of Wakanda. Shuri held the title of Black Panther proudly but had no interest in the politics of it.

"You have seen little of the capital city in the past few years. I would like you to enjoy this time back home as if it were a vacation. I have missed your company. We could have used your strength recently with the recent events with Talokan," M'baku lunged at you but you were able to block and then jumped up using his knee as a step. You brought your leg up to kick towards his head but he grabbed your leg and threw you into the snow. You rolled with it and let out a laugh.

"Throw me again!" You attempted another flying kick and M'baku repeated the move, grabbed your leg, and threw you into the soft snow.

"Focus, y/n. I want you to come stay at the palace with me. It is the least you can do since you missed my coronation," M'baku helped you get up out of the snow. He towered over your short stature, but training with the Jabari since your childhood had gained you a similar stocky and muscular physique. You were thankful that at least your strong feminine genes kept you from being mistaken for a man.

"You're always going to be able to throw me around, Baku," You huffed and dusted off the snow.

"Yes that will never change. Now if you had true Jabari blood then maybe you would stand a chance. But alas, rather than giving me a true sister my father brought home a stray," M'baku joked as you both gathered your weapons and returned to the Jabari caves.

"You never let me forget how you would have preferred a brother to spar with. That didn't stop you from making me learn how to fight like a Jabari warrior though," You replied, reminiscing.

"Look at you now, one of our best and brightest. We had little hope for the runt that came to us but you proved to be an asset after all," M'baku led you back towards your rooms.

You stopped him with a hand to his forearm as you found your door, "I will forever be grateful for how you, your father, and the tribe have taken me in. I will always call Wakanda home, no matter how long I stay away. And you, Baku, will always be my family."

M'baku smiled down at you then pressed his forehead to yours, "Over 30 years since my father found a lone toddler on this mountain, and here she stands one of my closest friends. I know you are grateful, y/n, but so am I. So please, come down to the palace and stay for awhile. I have missed our conversations and I would like some company at the next celebration."

You pulled away and looked up at him, missing his warmth immediately, "What celebration? I thought your coronation had passed already. Don't tell me you've already found a Queen?"

M'baku laughed and pinched your cheek, "You think I would be able to choose a Queen without you finding out about it and meddling as you have done with every attempt at courting I've made since we were children?"

You swatted his hand away and rubbed your cheek, "You're right, any queen would have to pass my tests. So then what is the celebration for?"

"We are celebrating the completion of the peace treaty and alliance with Talokan. In two days time, K'uk'ulkan and his dignitaries will arrive for the celebration. He is a fierce warrior and a god amongst his people. Were it not for the Black Panther we may have fallen under his rule," M'baku explained.

"He killed the Queen mother? Why do we draw an alliance?" You wondered, politics and bureaucracy had never been a strength of yours.

"Because Wakanda and now Talokan are the targets of the greediest people in the world. We are the only two nations to control vibranium. I would rathe the Fish Man be an ally than an enemy. Plus he brings me exciting fruits and vegetables to try, a delight considering we Jabari are vegetarian unlike the other tribes," M'baku stated simply. You shook your head when he talked about the food.

"Are you sure we do not have to worry about him?" You asked a bit apprehensive.

"As long as we share the same side we have nothing to fear. Do not worry. I do think you will find him intriguing. He has wings on his ankles," M'baku said, trying to sooth your anxiety.

"Wings? Really?" You asked already curious.

"I will tell you more of what I know of their kind when you arrive at the palace tomorrow," M'baku opened your door, then wrapped one arm around you in an easy show of affection. He kissed your temple, "Now get some rest. And don't forget to bring your thinner clothes when you come down the mountain."

You hugged the large man as best you could then waved him off. You were intrigued but also happy. You fell back onto your bed, surrounding yourself with the familiar scents of the Jabari caves. Even hugging M'baku again felt like coming home. You had loved getting a chance to see the world while doing the out reach programs. Getting word of the brief war with Talokan and then M'baku's rise to the throne had been a twist you had not seen coming. Hopefully, that was the last twist of fate until your vacation was over.

It was a warm day and the city was lively. The news of the peace treaty and alliance had been announced the day before and the people were jubilant. You noticed some unfamiliar people with blue skin and water filled face masks helping rebuild some of the broken parts of the city. You realized they were from Talokan and M'baku must have negotiated their help in repairing damages from the altercation between nations.

~~~

You arrived at the palace and were swiftly shown your rooms. M'baku was dealing with some kingly matters which left you some free time to roam the city until dinner.

From your observations you could tell the people sent to help were normal merchants and carpenters. They seemed to get along with the people and the people with them. It was a relief to see that peace was readily accepted after all the damage. Enemy soldiers were usually the ones to hold on to prejudice while the civilians would embrace other innocents readily.

You felt reassured now. They were different but they were an equally hidden nation just protecting what they had. As you walked the streets of Wakanda a few of the older people greeted you, welcoming you back. You recognized a few as the main tradesmen with the Jabari tribe. You chit-chatted and caught up with some of them then decided to find some quiet by the river.

It was getting closer to dinner and you knew that M'baku would be waiting for you. He had been dying to regale you with the stories of the war with Talokan and Shuri successfully taking up the mantle of the Black Panther. But he had insisted that it must be enjoyed over food and drink.

You sat on the sand and absentmindedly played with some stray strands of grass that still grew as you watched the sun set on Wakanda. You did not notice the person watching you from their seat in a tree nearby. Namor looked upon you, wondering about your lighter complexion. Not too pale to not be of the region but not as dark as those that normally wore the crest of the Jabari tribe. He wondered what your connection to this land was.

He watched as you stood and made your way back towards the palace. With stealth that only great training could give, Namor followed you. When he realized your destination he stopped his reconnaissance. If you were staying in the palace then he would be likely to meet you tomorrow at the celebration. While he had been looking forward to the peaceful meeting of nations, now he had another thing to look forward to, uncovering the story behind the mysterious foreigner of the Jabari.

~~~

The celebration was underway. You had watched the royal procession in delight. Seeing the people you grew up with flaunting their culture and tradition happily brought warmth to your heart. When M'baku strode down the walk way, fully ensconced in Wakandan and Jabari regalia, he greeted his people before taking his seat at the table he would share with the King of Talokan. When that very man arrived it was a spectacle.

You had heard the servers and maids talking about how curious everyone was about the Talokanil King as he did not much resemble his people. You learned from the rumors that besides his winged feet, he was tan of skin and had pointed ears. When he walked the procession, first flanked by a giant man and a fierce woman, then on his own, you were speechless. He wore a large headdress that was feathered and serpentine, a nod to one of his titles. He was draped in gold and jewels that had the tell tale sheen of vibranium. K'uk'ulkan or Namor, as the Wakandans called him, was golden and strong looking. He was not large and intimidating physically like M'baku, but he exuded a ferocity and regality that was palpable.

You watched from afar, examining the mysterious leader as he approached the table where M'baku was waiting for him. You were fascinated by his wings, so small, and yet they gave him great speed according to your childhood friend. When the ruler relinquished his headdress you could finally get a look at his face. The stoicism melted away to be replaced by a genuine smile as he took M'baku's hand and shook it. He then opened his hands like a clam shell towards M'baku who returned the gesture. M'baku then crossed his arms over his chest and Namor returned the Wakandan symbol.

Cheers broke out as the two clasped hands and embraced each other. The true celebration was now underway. You were sat, not too far from the two leaders. You chatted amicably with some of the other tribal counsel members and eventually found your way to Shuri.

"Y/n," She greeted you with a tight embrace.

"Shuri, I am so sorry about your family. If you need anything, you know I will come running," You said as you returned the embrace.

She smiled sadly and nodded. But shook herself and refocused on the festivities, "M'baku told me you were coming to visit. I only just heard this morning or I would have bugged you to come to the lab and experiment with me like we used to."

"Soon, Shuri, you know I cannot stay here long but I had every intention of making time to catch up with you, Miss Black Panther," You bumped your shoulder against hers affectionately. You noticed her gaze was focused on the table that had the two leaders. They seemed to be having a lively conversation about fighting.

"What do you think of that man?" You asked.

"He is shrewd and cruel," Shuri sighed, "But also loves his people and land unconditionally. His methods were harsh but I cannot truly blame him for wanting to protect his people and home. We would do the same."

"You think this alliance will succeed?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"I do. As nations that hold the vibranium supply we have to stick together. While I defeated him, I also would not want to keep him as my enemy. I had thought I had crippled him when I tore off one of his wings, but as you can see it has heeled and regenerated. He is stronger than he looks," She admitted.

Your eyes gazed out at the two leaders once more, taking in what Shuri said. You did not notice her knowing smile as she watched you, "If he asked, would you stay?"

"What?" You were startled out of your thoughts.

"M'baku, if he asked you to stay here in Wakanda, by his side, would you?" Shuri asked, trying to read your expression.

You knew what she was implicating and you swallowed nervously, "He is like a brother to me, Princess,"

"But he is not your brother. He likes you. He will not admit it but you have a space in his heart and bring out softness in him that no one else can," Shuri said. She nudged you teasingly, "He's also King now and will be expected to take a Queen. He won't be on the market long. Even I have always found him to be rather attractive."

You felt your eye twitch slightly and looked at Shuri, "He can choose whatever Queen he wants but if she cannot defeat me in battle I won't approve of it."

"Right. Because a King needs the approval of his 'little sister' to take a woman into his bed, " Shuri laughed as your face turned red and you smacked her arm aghast.

Before you could reply you heard the voice of the King in question, "Y/N! Come here and meet K'uk'ulkan!"

You eyed Shuri and subtly threw up a rude gesture before you walked across the busy and loud room to the table on the dais. You smiled at anyone who looked at you, Wakandan or Talokanil. A part of you hated dressing up but when you did you owned the room. M'baku stood and greeted you with an arm around your waist affectionately.

You bowed slightly to the two of them and then reached your hand out to the Talokan King, "Y/N. I have heard you have many names, but what should I call you?"

Namor stood and eyed you, taking in your curves and how M'baku held you close to him. He took your hand and bowed over it, placing a chaste kiss at your knuckles. Namor hid his smirk, noticing how the Jabari leader clutched you a little tighter. "You may call me Namor. I prefer being called that by all surface dwellers. The King does what he wants, as you seem to know."

You chuckled at the small joke and met Namor's eye. He still had your fingers in his hand and you squeezed back in greeting, "It is wonderful to meet you, Namor. I have heard some amazing things about you."

M'baku gestured for someone to bring you a seat so you could join the two kings. You felt oddly on display, knowing that it was out of tradition to have you there. M'baku slung his arm across the back of your chair and began offering you some fruit that the Talokanil had brought for the festivities.

Namor was content to analyze the two of you. There was an easy affection and comfort there, but he noticed that you did not lean into the Wakandan King the way that he leaned toward you. In fact he had his whole body angled toward you and you were simply angled forward. He watched as M'baku teasingly tried to feed you some fruit and you insisted on taking it into your own hands.

"Am I in the presence of the future Queen of Wakanda? If it happens too soon after this celebration I will not be able to prepare an acceptable wedding present." Namor sipped his wine and watched for your reactions.

You blushed red and spoke a moment before M'baku could, "Oh no, no! We just grew up together. I could never be Queen. I love M'baku dearly as a sister loves her brother. Of course he will have to get my approval on whoever he does take as a queen."

Namor let you ramble on as he took in M'baku's reaction. The dark man had turned away and had removed his arm from around your chair. You may not have wanted to be Queen but it seems that the King had different thoughts. You asked Namor about his wings and why he looked different from the other Talokanil. Surprised by your curiosity and eagerness he started to tell you the story of Talokan.

Namor noticed that M'baku kept glancing at you as you listened intently to his explanations. The food was cleared as you peppered him with all manner of inquiries and curiosities. A dance floor appeared below the dais, free for guests to enjoy the music that started playing from a band off to the side of the lead table.

~~~

M'baku was a little annoyed that all your attention was on the Talokan King. But he let it pass. He knew you and your unfailing curiosity about new things could blind you to a snake if it were a foot from you. He tried not to be hurt by your vehement denial of ever seeing him as anything but a brother. But his ego was shot. A year away and he thought maybe his feelings would have disappeared, but they had come rushing back at the sight of you.

When the music started playing M'baku decided he would ask you to dance, once Namor stopped talking. But just as he was about to ask you, Namor stood.

The tanned god reached his palm out to you, "Grace me with a dance, preciosa."

You blushed but took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor, completely disregarding the King that was seated next to you. M'baku felt jealousy rushing through his veins, but a deep breath calmed him. It was a dance and you were free to dance with whoever you wished. The Jabari King unfortunately held no claim to you but he watched with a close eye that the Talokan King kept his hands to himself.

He did not notice Shuri and Okoye watching him watching Namor and you on the dance floor. M'baku called for another barrel of wine and continued to fill his glass as another song, and another song passed with you and Namor staying on the dance floor with the crowd.

Okoye looked at Shuri then back at the scene in front of them, "He still likes her doesn't he?"

Shuri nodded, biting her lip.

"But it looks like Namor likes her," Okoye let her eyes wander to the couple on the dance floor.

Shuri nodded again and glanced at the Dora Milaje soldier.

"My money is on Namor," Okoye said as she pulled a champagne glass off of a passing server.

"Okoye this is not a joke. You know how dangerous he is. She has no idea what she is is getting herself in the middle of," Shuri was vehement with her protests.

"Are you going to be the one to pull the love struck girl away from the equally love struck king? Because it won't be me," Okoye raised an eyebrow and sipped her glass.

Shuri looked on as M'baku continued to drink and you and Namor laughed and danced. "This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Oh it will be worse than any of those telenovelas you've been watching lately, but at least it will be entertaining," Okoye chuckled.

Shuri stuck her tongue out at Okoye who just handed her a glass of champagne and told her not to worry.

~~~

Namor held you innocently as you danced together. You had been asking more questions and playfully teasing him since the moment he asked you to dance. It was refreshing to have someone be so welcoming when people usually feared or revered him.

As you swayed to one of the slower songs, he felt it was his turn to ask you a question, "You are not like the other Jabari?"

She smiled and made a small snorting noise in amusement, "What do you mean? I'm not big and scary enough for you?"

"I don't doubt that you are a proficient fighter if you grew up with such a tribe," Namor reasoned,

"Yes, you're right. I am an honorary member of the Jabari. M'baku's father found me. I was young, barely older than a toddler when the plane crashed in the mountains. A mechanical failure is what they found to be the reason. I was the only survivor out of 10. Wakanda was still a fledgling country and little was done to find where I came from. Instead, they adopted me," You explained as you continued to sway to the music together.

"You were not here when Talokan attacked. I would have remembered you," Namor said as he spun you.

Once back in his arms you smiled up at him, "No I wasn't but what makes you think you would remember me?"

"I would not forget seeing such a beautiful woman," Namor whispered into your ear as he held you to him. You knew you were blushing when you met his gaze. You could vaguely hear the song ending and a new one beginning.

You heard someone call your name and whipped your head around to see Okoye and Shuri trying to help the King to his feet. You quickly took in the scene and realized that M'baku had drank several barrels of wine and was inebriated to the point of a near coma.

You immediately began to rush over but stopped and turned back to Namor and swiftly kissed his cheek, "Thank you for dancing with me and telling me all about Talokan. I hope I can see it one day."

You smiled at Namor and then made your way over to help the women move the lumbering King. Namor, for his part, was amused and also wondering how much danger this new alliance would be in if he took you to Talokan tonight.

~~~

"You big oaf. Who told you to drink that much, honestly?" You complained as you threw M'baku onto his bed with difficulty. "I can handle him from here. Thank you Shuri. Okoye."

Okoye left the room swiftly, her eyes already rolling at the careless display. Shuri lingered.

"I can take care of him, Shuri. Go enjoy the party," You insisted as you started to remove the fur vest from M'baku's slumbering body.

"Enjoy it like you were?" Shuri asked in an accusatory tone.

You did not look up, "If you have something to say then say it."

"While you may do as you please with M'baku's affections, I do not think it is wise to fraternize with Namor." She spoke plainly.

"Thank you for your input, but we were just dancing. You're right though, I will do as I please and then in a weeks time I will be back out on the field." You replied.

"Just be careful. I do not want anyone to get hurt. Namor is not a man to trifle with and neither is he," She gestured to M'baku who was dead to the world, snoring softly.

You looked at Shuri for a moment and sighed, "I cannot return his affections."

"Whose?"

"I don't know."

~~~

Namor had flown circles around the palace trying to figure out which room was yours to no avail. Frustrated he returned to the now waning party and found Namora.

"The Wakandans offer you a room in the palace, K'uk'ulkan. I can tell them you refuse," Namora informed him.

"No, tell them I will stay. Only for the night," Namor replied as he looked up at the palace.

"Attuma and I can also stay if you wish it?" Namora bowed, curious at what was distracting her king.

"No, you may go back to Talokan. I may bring a visitor tomorrow and you must prepare the caves for them," Namor commanded before a Wakandan soldier approached asking if he wanted to accept the offer of a room. He did not turn back to Namora and simply followed the soldier into the palace.

Once settled, late into the night, Namor decided to explore and hopefully find you. He had been up and down the wing he was assigned to. Not running into anyone but a door man or a maid. Weaving his way through the halls he ran into Shuri.

"Namor, what are you doing here?" She asked cautiously

"King M'baku, graciously offered me a room for the night. It seems I have lost my way," He tried to appease her.

"You are lost, this is the royal wing. Let me take you back to the visitors quarters," Shuri said as she walked past him and gestured for him to follow. Namor glanced down the hallway, trying to remember which one it was before he followed the Princess.

"I see you have healed well, I am glad," Namor addressed her after a moment.

"I say the same to you," Shuri replied, not looking at him.

"I think this alliance will benefit both countries, it will not be long before the Americans or someone else tries to attack us," Namor spoke again trying to engage the Princess.

She suddenly turned to him, "The alliance will hold for now but if you hurt her in any way we will be at war again."

"If you are speaking about Y/N then you should not worry Princess. I find her interesting and beautiful. What that means, only time will tell, but I have no intentions of harming a hair on her head," Namor replied.

"We should hope that M'baku doesn't try to harm you instead," Shuri mumbled as they reached Namor's quarters. She wished him well made her leave.

Namor waited to make sure Shuri was truly gone before he trekked back across the palace, sure he would find you this time.

~~~

You had finally made sure that M'baku wouldn't end up drowned in his own vomit or suffocated by any of his furs. You had brought him water and medicine that you gently encouraged him to take. His sleep was mostly restful and you were exhausted. You sat next to him on the bed and looked down at the King and his sleeping face.

You ran a finger down the side of his forehead, past his temple and to his cheek. Your friend had truly grown into a handsome and amazing man. Now he was a king, and you had the heart wrenching suspicion that he may have his sights on you to join him at his side. You loved him, truly. But romantically, it was harder to consider.

M'baku moaned in his sleep, startling you. He turned his large body over to lay on his other side and took you with him. You were half weighed down with the Jabari man, his leg slotted between yours and his shoulder pressing against your neck. A lesser woman may suffocate under the heft of the man but you had been wrestling with him since you could walk. You weren't scared, but you were very aware of your proximity.

TW

His thigh was pressed firmly between your legs and when he unconsciously bent at the knee, you let out a noise of surprise and alarm. M'baku's hand was palm down on your breast although he did not move it. You knew, if he were awake he would be as horrified as you. But he was sleeping. No, he was dreaming.

In his stupor he nuzzled your neck and began groping at your body. You could feel him rubbing up against your thigh and you didn't want to think about the large hump that was forming in his shorts. You tried to shake him, you called out to him but he did not wake. The King continued to rut against you, moaning and grunting into your ear as tears fell down your face.

You did not wish to embarrass him by having others witness his treacherous slumber but you knew if you let him go farther he would hate himself. "Help me! Please, Shuri! Okoye! Someone please help me!"

You screamed and struggled, hoping that it was someone who would be able to keep a secret. M'baku instinctively grabbed your arms and pinned you to the bed as he continued his sleep addled movements.

TW

~~~

Namor had only barely reached the royal wing when he heard your screams for help. Immediately his fighting instinct kicked in as he swiftly located the room where your screams were coming from. When he burst through the doors and saw the scene before him he let out a guttural roar.

From his vantage point, you were in tears as the great Jabari held you down and violated you. It snapped something in Namor and he flew up to the scene and threw the man back and into the wall with a loud crash. He did not pay M'baku any mind as he approached you in the bed and pulled you into his arms. You were weeping uncontrollably as you clung to the Talokan King.

Shuri and Okoye appeared at the same time and took in the scene. Okoye had her spear already pointed at Namor. M'baku was slowly coming to as Shuri approached him and spoke to Namor, "What the hell is going on here? Namor why did you attack him?"

Namor was furious but stood on the bed while holding you too him, "I was not attacking him I was removing him from Y/N! He was forcing himself on her, disgusting trash!"

Okoye gasped and looked over at M'baku then at you, "Y/N ? Is this true?"

You hiccupped, coming down from your panic, eyes red and bloodshot, clothes disheveled and hair a mess. There was a tear in your bodice where M'baku's ring had caught as Namor threw him. Taking in your appearance, Okoye turned her spear on the King.

"No, Okoye! Don't, he didn't mean to!" You spoke up, although your voice was brittle and you clung to Namor for support to keep you standing.

Shuri looked at you with shock in her eyes. M'baku groaned and she turned to him. Quickly checking his vitals with the kimoyo beads before she shook him, "M'baku! M'baku wake up and defend yourself. What have you done?"

Slowly the large man opened his eyes. Upon seeing you crying in the arms of the Talokan King he jerked awake and tried to stand, but vertigo claimed him immediately. He turned and vomited before he sat back against the wall, anger showing through his feelings of illness. "What is the meaning of this? Why am I being threatened in my own room?"

He stood and stared at you but you would not meet his eyes as you seemed to try to bury yourself into Namor's chest. "Y/N what happened? Why are you crying?"

No one answered, not knowing how to word the horrifying transgression that the King could not recall committing.

"Someone speak up now! Namor why the hell are you in the royal wing? Unhand her!" M'baku yelled, taking a step forward. Okoye pushed her spear closer to his neck in response and he paused, raising his hands.

Namor let his anger explode now, "If I had not been curious enough to seek her out who knows what you would have done! How dare you talk of alliance and companionship when you would force yourself upon someone who calls you brother!"

M'baku got as pale as a man like him could get. His mind was reeling as he tried to remember what happened. He had been drinking, watching the two dance. Recalling the voices of Shuri and Okoye before his mind went black. The feeling of his vest being removed and then the dream. His dream about taking you in his bed and giving into his desires. The King fell to his knees.

"No, I-I didn't. I wouldn't. Y/N I'm sorry I was not myself. I would never do that to you. Okoye, Shuri you must believe me," M'baku pleaded, looking manic as he tried to explain and understand.

"Namor, take her away. Where ever she wants to go. We will get to the bottom of this but she shouldn't be here," Okoye was the one who made the command. She glanced at the god and he lifted you into his arms. He looked to Shuri and she nodded in agreement.

"Wait, no! Why are you letting him take her?" M'baku growled, getting up but Okoye growled back.

Namor held you in his arms but knew you too were watching the scene. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I can take you to Talokan. Not forever. For as long as you need. You should not be around him while they bring him to justice."

You watched the scene, almost regretting calling for help, but a single glance at the bed made you shiver. You knew it wasn't his fault, but you weren't sure you would be able to separate him from the feeling of violation. Not yet. "Take me to Talokan, Namor, please."

Namor rose in the air catching the attention of the three Wakandans in the room, "She has asked me to take her to Talokan. Send word of what we will do about this. The alliance can remain if he is removed from his station or you give me good enough reason why he should stay."

With those parting words, Namor flew through the palace and headed to the sea with you clinging to him.

~~~

It took three days in the realm of Talokan before word was received from Wakanda. In that time you had recovered, mostly.

You had nightmares the first night, and Namor had insisted on being within yelling distance. He had comforted you through them, showing you a tenderness you would not have believed he possessed had you not witnessed it yourself. Maybe it was because Namor was the one to come to your rescue that night, but you did not mind his affectionate touches and embraces.

On the second day he showed you Talokan. You were not prepared for the beauty of it. The advancement of their society and the different ways they used vibranium were eye opening. They were already in development of a more 'flattering' suit for surface dwellers to wear when they visited. Namor toured you around the caves and showed off his paintings. He told you the history of his people and what happened to their ancestors on land. You empathized with his hatred for the colonizers that had ravaged his mother's homeland.

The day was a welcome reprieve from the pain you had been reeling in. You allowed your curiosity and love of knowledge take over and for a moment you could imagine that that night had not happened. That you had danced with Namor until you were too tired to dance anymore. That he eventually invited you to Talokan for a day and flirted with you with his charming smiles and boyish glances.

On the third day he finally asked you what had truly happened that night. You had hesitated at first, but knew that you needed to speak. You did not want Namor to hate M'baku for what had happened. You did not want him to think the worst of your treasured friends. The recollections of the night were harrowing to describe but you did it anyway.

"I couldn't push him off. The bed didn't give me much leverage and with his armor he was heavier than normal. I didn't want anyone to see him like that but he started to touch me. He wasn't awake, I swear on Hanuman he wasn't. Baku was dreaming and was acting it out in real life. But I-I hated it so I started screaming. That's when you came, Namor." You finished your retelling and gazed into the middle distance.

Namor sat in silence mulling over everything you told him. He believed you when you said M'baku did not know what he was doing. The Wakandan King had been far to caring and adoring of you at the celebration. Your shared history and his affection would not have let him defile you or his honor that way. But that did not negate the fact that you were still violated. "Do you wish to go back?"

You paused and then nodded, "But only once they send word. I am worried about how I will react when I see him again. He is my family but things have changed. Baku wants me to be his queen."

Namor raised an eyebrow at your admission.

"He hasn't said it explicitly, but I know. I have a feeling. I left to work the Wakandan Outreach because I could feel him changing how he treated me. Baku became more affectionate, protective, even jealous," You looked down and examined your hands, a small distraction, "I wish I could return his feelings. Things would be so much easier. Maybe this wouldn't have happened."

You were crying again and Namor pulled you into his arms, a habit that had formed since he had taken you home with him. He wiped your tears with his hands cupping your cheeks gently, "It is not your fault that you do not harbor feelings for him, we cannot choose who we fall for."

You looked into Namor's warm gaze and felt such comfort that you leaned into his touch. "What will happen to him?"

"That is for you and your people to decide. You should write down what happened from your perspective and I will have Attuma take it to the palace. It may not completely absolve him, but it may save him from that woman's spear," Namor said. He hesitated then planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. When he pulled away he met your eyes, "Come, the letter must reach them before nightfall."

~~~

You walked with Namor holding your hand at the crook of his arm as you were led to the council chambers. Your hands were sweating in anticipation. The whole council would be there and of course so would the King, you weren't sure in what capacity though.

The doors opened and Namor led you inside. Two Dora Milaje shut the doors behind you. Your eyes found M'baku's immediately, and you suppressed a shiver. He looked the way you felt, completely exhausted and heartbroken. Everyone in the room remained silent as you stepped forward. Namor relinquished his hold on your hand but stood at the ready incase anything happened.

You approached M'baku, who remained seated, as if he were consciously making an effort to appear lower than you. There were tears in his eyes as you slowly raised your hand and cupped his face. A single tear spilled as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You nodded before stepping back to your place next to Namor. You looked up and dabbed at the tears that had formed before you addressed the room, "What has been decided?"

Shuri stood, "M'baku of the Jabari tribe will remain Kind of Wakanda. Your testimony on his behalf absolved him of criminal persecution."

You breathed a sigh of relief, gripping Namor's arm for support. But there was still suspense in the room. M'baku was looking at a point on the floor.

Another council member stood and spoke, "The King however crossed boundaries with you and the council believes it is in the interest of both your honors that you marry before the month ends."

"No! I refuse! Baku what is this nonsense?" You rushed to stand before him, "You didn't do anything! My honor is in tact, they cannot do this to us."

He took your face in his hands making you flinch, "This could work, Y/N. I need a Queen, and you know I love you."

You tore your face away from him, "I am sorry, Baku, but I can't. I can't love you the way you love me. Especially not after what happened."

Another council member stood, "Y/N you must understand what this will look like. Everyone saw him take you to the table that night. There were already speculations of him taking you as his Queen. A maid has already let word out that someone was caught in a compromising position in the palace that night."

Shuri spoke up, "It is something to consider. Just give it time, Y/N."

Other council members spoke in support of the marriage, sighting your long relationship and your familiarity. It would solidify a new royal family and would bring an heir to the throne in due time. Your blood ran cold as they described your future as if it were the plot to a novel.

"If you wish for the alliance with Talokan to end before it truly starts you will force this marriage, but if you want to maintain it then I have an alternate solution," Namor spoke up, his voice cutting through the cacophony of voices. You turned to him with a hopeful look on your face that dropped when he spoke, "We can strengthen the alliance with a marriage of opportunity. I will take Y/N to be my Queen."

The council members were up in arms at the declaration. You looked between M'baku and Namor, torn. You would be a Queen at the end of it, no matter what.

Okoye finally spoke, "I know I am not in the position to interrupt, but there has also been talk in town about sightings of Namor running off with a Wakandan woman that night. It would not be so far fetched to have them announce a betrothal."

Silence reigned once more. You rung your hands as you considered your options. You would have to accept your lot in life, one that others would have prayed to be in. But here you were, wishing things were different.

M'baku stood and approached you, "It is your choice Y/N. I know you had not aimed to be a wife, let alone a queen."

You looked around you at all the expectant faces. Your eyes met Namor's and he softened as you gazed at him. You could be happy with him, these last few days had shown you that. But you didn't know him. He was still a mystery. You looked back at M'baku and felt your heart ache. The boy you grew up with was now a man hoping to make you his wife. But every look he gave you reminded you of that night and you hated it.

"Baku," You stepped towards him and took his hand, tears rolling down your face as you went back and forth in your mind over the agonizing decision, "You're going to be an amazing King."

He nodded and squeezed your fingers gently. Then you let go and backed up, turned to Namor and took his hand. "K'uk'ulkan, Namor, King of Talokan and the feathered serpent god,"

Namor could tell you were struggling. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and pressed his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes and relished the act of comfort. Namor's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, "Will you come to my side, forge this alliance across bloodlines, and be the Queen of Talokan?"

You did not open your eyes as you nodded and pressed your lips to his. Namor did not take more from you than a chaste kiss, instead embracing you fully and whispering in your ear that he would take care of you. A somber silence filled the room. You heard M'baku as he sat heavily on his throne.

"Then it is settled." One of the council members said, cutting through the tension with a sharp knife.

"A joint wedding will be announced to strengthen the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda. The transgressions leading up to this moment will not be spoken of again," M'baku finalized the decision, his voice empty and monotone.

Namor lifted his head and looked at the broken Wakandan King. He could only nod in acknowledgement as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you back through the doors. As you walked together through the palace your tears abated and you sniffled softly. You felt Namor come to a stop in front of one of the open courtyards and look down at you.

He held your hands in his and sighed. "This is not how I thought our courtship would go."

A small smile lifted the corners of your lips, "Y-you have thought about our courtship?"

"Your third night in Talokan, I was already planning for what gift I would have made for you first." Namor rubbed his thumbs comfortingly against your hands.

"Are you so sure that I would have accepted your courtship?" You asked, allowing your shoulder to ease in the warmth of the sun.

"No. But you must have felt an affection for me too, in this short time, for you to have chosen me over a life long friend," Namor said, bringing you out of your teasing mood.

"I just couldn't after what happened," You rushed to defend your choice.

Namor kissed your forehead and then your temple as he embraced you. You sank into his embrace with ease. "Shh, you do not need to explain your choice to me, in reina. But I will make sure that your time with me is full of love and caring. I will not keep you from your home country or your friends. And I will try to heal you enough that when you see the King again, you will not tremble."

"Thank you, Namor, for everything," You kissed his cheek tentatively. "I know that I can love you. It will not be long. I promise."

"I know."

~~~

M'baku sat in the empty throne room feeling like he had lost a part of his soul. He did not wipe the tears that fell from his eyes. Nor did he greet Shuri when she approached him.

"She will be happy in time, M'baku," She reassured him, sitting on the armrest of the throne, rubbing circles into his back lightly.

"I never ever wished to harm her," M'baku admitted, his voice cracking as a sob forced its way up his throat.

"I know. She knows that too. Give it time. Time will heal everything," Shuri said as the great Jabari warrior finally sobbed into his hands, releasing his feelings of loss and shame into the empty room.

Below, Namor was leading you back to the sea already discussing the upcoming wedding. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned into him, taking solace in your choice praying to all the gods that it was the right one.

...

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PART TWO

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Obere Òké

Pairings: M'Baku x black!Reader Word Count: 2.4k words Kink: Cunnilingus Warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receving), praise, size kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie... A/N: I'm like....really late, guys. But I managed to get this done early enough to post it today so I hope you enjoy. Also, in this fic, M'Baku speaks Igbo and the reader speaks Xhosa but they understand both languages. Thank you and happy reading!

You hold on tight to the furs and fabrics strewn across the bed, your back arches out and your dark skin stretches tight over your knuckles. You grind your hips against your husband's face as his strong hands keep you in place on top of him.

"F-Fuck," you stutter as his nose digs into your clit, his tongue licking inside of you as he works you toward another orgasm. You've already cum twice, but M'Baku is insistent. "M'Baku, my love, you feel so good," you moan, your thighs quivering around his head as you try to keep yourself controlled.

He hums deeply into you, and a shudder runs through your body at the sensation. "Bast," you moan.

M'Baku devours you, feeding off your moans like they are the essence of his being. His hands grip your flesh and his tongue delves inside of you like licking inside an ice cream cone.

You feel another release creeping in on you as he shifts to suck on your clit. His eyes are closed and he's enjoying you like a feast. Your hips jerk and the sparks of pleasure are felt in every limb. "Sithandwa sam," you moan as you grind your hips against his face. His tongue digs deeper inside of you as he licks up every drop of slick you give him. You're practically shaking as you cum, moaning his name and riding his face.

You feel his hands travel up your sides, taking hold of you before he's moving his big body and laying you on your back. He leans over you, his domineering stature only intimidating in the pleasurable way as he stares down at you with a deep smile.

You wrap your hands around his head and bring him down to kiss you, your lips melding together as you moan against his, which taste like you. "Nwunye mara mma," he breathes into you, kissing your neck.

You close your eyes and breathe as he treats you. "Are you,” a breath, “quite done with that yet?" you ask, sighing when he wraps his lips around your nipple.

With a light smack, he pulls away and looks up at your face. "Actually, no," he says, "I don’t think I’ve tasted enough yet."

He finishes licking your nipple before going back down on you, wrapping your thighs around his shoulders to hold you steady. He licks and sucks on your folds, tasting your arousal and making himself messy with you. His beard scratches your thighs in the best way, and your hips jerk when he suckles around your clit.

His tongue thrusts as deeply inside of you as he can manage. And it's not like he can't use his fingers to fill the space his tongue can't reach. He just refuses to. He'd told you that he could make you cum with only his mouth, and he was right. He was continuing to be right; not that you had challenged him in the first place…

His hands caressed your thighs, addicted to the doughy feeling of them around his head. You're still grinding up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue on you.

He lifted your thighs, pulling away from you for just a moment to say, "Hold these for me, ihunanya."

You hold your thighs, wrapping your arms around them like he'd directed so you're open and on perfect display for him. He hums appreciatively, staring at your cunt with his dark gaze and licking his bottom lip between his teeth.

He sets his hands on the underside of your thighs and digs in again, licking you with his hot tongue and then licking into you when you moan deliciously.

He grinds his hips into the bed. He’s had you spread out over the bed for over half an hour, kissing you and tasting you and making you cum. His hands haven’t left you once to deal with himself, and he won’t let you do it for him. In fact, he grips you tighter to pull you in closer. He can never get enough of you.

You whisper his name again like a prayer, the usually pale light now golden with the morning hours. As M’Baku glances at you for a moment, his breath becomes shallow at the sight to behold. You’re beautiful, with smooth, dark skin made richer by the golden light. You shudder, both from his lips on your clit and the warm glow of the Sun through the chilly air of the Jabari Mountains.

His tongue plunges inside of you, addicted to your sweet taste. Your head spins as the mind-numbing pleasure continues to conquer you. As his relentless tongue and his relentless lips carried on, you could feel yourself building toward another release.

You moan his name when you cum for the fourth time, your poor clit throbbing and sore but so ready to accept more of him at a moment’s notice. Your back arches off the bed, and he pushes you back down with his hands on the backs of your thighs.

He licks you through your orgasm, pulling away and feeling your body trembling in his grasp. “Oh, look at you, obere òké,” he coos. “You should see yourself shake.” He strokes his large hands along your sides, letting your legs down so he can kiss you properly.

His lips slot against yours, and you sigh at the feeling of his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer, and he catches you by surprise when he pushes a thick finger between your folds, as deep as he can get it inside of you. You clench around it, breaking the kiss to moan as he curls his finger inside of you and huffs.

“Yes, this will do just fine,” he mutters, feeling how drenched you are as your dripping cunt sucks his finger in. He pulls it out of you, pressing it at your lips as you part them to taste yourself. He smiles and watches as you do it. “Such a beauty, you are,” he chuckles. “My beautiful woman.”

He pulls his hand from you, nudging your chin with his knuckles. “Now let me give you what you really want,” he says. “I know you have been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

You nod. “Of course. You make it hard to resist, myeni wam.”

He smiles, chuckling deeply as he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your pussy as he does it. He groans deeply at the sight, shaking his head gently. “Glory to Hanuman,” he mutters, earning an eye roll from you as you chuckle.

“Are you going to fuck me, gorilla man, or are you going to sit there and stare at me while you praise your gods, eh?” you raise a brow.

He lightly smacks your thigh as he takes his cock in his hand, thick and hard. “You’ve still got quite the mouth for someone who will not be walking today.”

You laugh. “Likewise.”

He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath at you. Rolling your eyes, you press your hand to his chest and actually have to push in order for him to get the hint that you’re trying to move him. If he wanted, you wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch, hovering over you like a beast. Your beast.

You guide him to lay on his back once more, sitting on top of him as you straddle his body. He’s so big, you look tiny in comparison to him. But, to be fair, you are tiny in comparison to him. His hands fall on your thighs as he looks up appreciatively at you.

“You’re taking too long,” you smile, lifting your hips and taking his cock in your own hand. You position him at your weeping hole, his tip nudging at your pussy as you slowly sink down onto him. You’re so wet, he slips inside with ease as he stretches you out around his cock. You close your eyes and moan, easing your head back as you roll your hips slowly.

M’Baku’s eyes flutter shut as well, a deep grunt sitting in his chest as he feels you take him into your cunt, warm and tight and so wet. He curses under his breath, caressing your skin without guiding your hips.

You begin to build a steady pace just grinding on top of him, circling your hips as you put your hands behind your head. M'Baku watches you, takes in the sight of you feeling yourself, your cunt sucking him in. He thinks you're beautiful.

"Look at yourself, obere òké. Such a small thing taking me all in." He lays his head back against the furs and groans deeply.

You urge your hips back and forth, feeling his cock so deep within you. "You always stretch me so wide," you moan, your words broken with lust. "Fuck, M'Baku, you feel so good inside me."

You set your hands on his shoulders, holding on top as you begin to lift yourself slowly off of him. When you've got him just to the tip, you drop back down on top of him with a loud moan. You throw your head back, gasping for breath at the feeling of the wonderful stretch, the throbbing of his cock, his hands tightening around your hips, your clit pulsing.

You do it again, and again, building another rhythm as the sound of your slick sticking to his body and yours creates a loud smack of wet skin on skin. Your pace is quick, your body moving in a perfect dance that lets his cock fill you with each move. He thrusts up into you, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, groping you and squeezing the supple flesh like he's going to rip you apart. His hands smack your ass, feeling the ripple of the flesh with a grunt.

"Just like that, my queen," he breathes. "Take it all."

Your moans have climbed higher, loud whimpers, almost squeaks, that tear from your throat with each pound of his cock inside of you. Your hands fall to M'Baku's neck, stroking your thumbs along the thick column of it. Another whimper makes your limbs weak and your arms almost give out as you stare into his eyes, dark with lust but just as brown and just as beautiful as anything you've ever seen. Some of the light that pours in shines across his face. He squints his eyes just a little, and you smile at the deep pools of honey reflecting back at you. You bend down to kiss him, your bodies pressed flush together as you continue to thrust your hips against his.

It's not until his thumb has begun rubbing your clit that you pull back again, moaning at the feeling of your aching clit being touched again. You're going to burst, your bodies smacking together again in a desperate search for another mind-numbing release. He watches your breasts bounce with every move.

You clench around his thick cock, looking down to watch your cunt take him in with each fall of your hips to his. He's doing the same, enjoying the show from his perfect view. "I can tell you are close," he grunts. "Are you going to cum for your king, woman?"

You nod, grasping his shoulders tight. "Yes," you sigh, rolling your hips a little harder. "Yes, I'm going to cum for you."

He grasps your hip tight with his free hand, helping you keep up with him as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "Good girl," he says. "Keep squeezing me like that." He's starting to get close, too. How could he not? With how tight you are, how wet you are, how well you moan for him and fuck yourself on top of him.

You're so small compared to him, and everything about him is just so big. His hands, his thighs, his cock. He dwarves you, and he knows how much you enjoy it as you continue to seek out your high on top of him.

"I should put you up there more often. You are so cute, fucking yourself on me like that." He grunts as you slam yourself down on him once, picking up your weight again to keep going. "Fuck."

"I'm so close," you gasp, squeezing his cock.

He keeps at your clit, feeling how your walls flutter around him. "Cum for me, nwunye mara mma," he commands. "Cum for your king."

Your mouth falls open as loud, breathy moans leave you. You can't keep up the steady pace as your release hits you, spreading along your spine and branching out to your weakening limbs. It feels magnificent, the way he helps you through your orgasm with his circling thumb and his thrusting hips. You clench around him, though it's hard to control it with the way your pussy flutters. "M'Baku, myeni wam!" you cry out, rolling your hips on top of him once more. "Ewe, uziva umangalisa!"

M'Baku's body tenses when he cums. He grasps your hips tighter and pulls you down on top of him, thrusting his cock as deep as he'll go and groaning roughly. It's almost a growl of a sound as he spills inside of you, the warmth spreading in your belly as you milk his cock, taking every drop as you do it.

Your back arches as you ride your high before ultimately falling limp as the waves of pleasure die down to a gentle ripple. You lay on his chest, catching your breath as you close your eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, your thumbs stroking his skin as you sigh deeply. He's still so deep inside of you, so hot and so filling.

"Kedu ka ị mere, ihunanya m?" he asks gently, his large hand stroking your back and keeping you warm as the winter air begins to set around you again.

"Emangalisayo," you sigh.

"Good." He cups your cheek to encourage you to look at him.

You lift your head, moving your hands to cup his own face. "I have to tell you something."

He smiles gently, "Hm?"

You kisses you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. As you part from his lips, you hum. "Ndiyakuthanda."

He chuckles, bringing you in to kiss you again. "A hụrụ m gị n'anya," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but still so deep as it vibrates in his chest and into yours.

You melt against him, his hot body warming your own. "Well," you smile. "Glory to Bast."

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Accepting His Advances

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Accepting his advances on Ao3

Awkward was not the word. More so humiliating, embarrassing, beyond return. I mean if Okoye could launch herself out of the window of the throne room and survive, she would.

“Do either of you want to explain?” M’Baku, suppressing his laughter behind an authoritative statement. Namor on his right side, doing the same.

She could rip their throats out now. Luckily it was only them to witness such a thing and not the elders. Oh if it had been the elders, she’d be named whore across the billboards.

Attuma clearing his throat beside her grounded her thoughts to reality. The two spared a glance at each other before he started.

“Okoye and I have been seeing each other.”

“Glory to Hanuman.” M’baku chuckled. “Tell me. What brought on this little arrangement eh?”

His gaze was locked on Okoye who had not let up her sharp glare since they were summoned.

If Attuma could explain it, he would lay it there but his words caught and he looked at the woman for clarification. “My love.” He nudged her to speak but instead was met with a glare.

“It was just a couple of training matches. That is all.”

“Looked a lot more to me. How about you Kukulkan?”

“I’d say the same Lord M’baku.”

Okoye rolled her eyes and Attuma lowered his head as he smirked.

“I am attempting to pursue the general, though she is a stubborn woman. I wish nothing more than for her to be open to accept me.” Attuma made it sound as simple and clean as he could.

Okoye could feel her chest tighten as Attuma spoke his words in front of their leaders. She wanted to punch him in his chest, to kick him in his side. Anything really to shut him up.

“Okoye! Do you accept this man and his advances?”

M’baku was having too much fun with this and she was not happy about having their relationship somewhat exposed to outsiders. “Answer me quick general.”

“Yes. I-“ She rolled her eyes. “I accept him.”

“And his advanc-“

“Yes! By Bast and his advances.” She pouted like a child who was forced to apologize by their parents. She felt like a child right about now.

Attuma had always been so straight forward with her and yet she was equally as shy. It was hard to let him into her life even in little bits. And when they got caught, it was like everything became real.

“Good! Then this shall be the first example of a strong alliance between Talokan and Wakanda.”

“Wait! You’re not telling the elders are you?!” Okoye stepped forward.

“I must tell them Okoye. Would you rather them find out by mere village talk? At least through me they will take it seriously.”

The woman took a deep breath, already preparing herself for the endless knocks on her door and curious stares she would get when visiting the market. Everyone would know within days.

She hadn’t noticed Attuma standing so close to her until his fingers threaded in between hers, locking their hands together.

“Okoye.” He spoke softly.

“You know, you’re not exactly the king of subtle.” She chuckled nervously.

“I never intended to be. Only to love you. Be honest, is this not what you want?”

“Attuma, I want this. I swear I do but I wanted it to be just about us for a little longer. Do you understand?”

The man nodded. “You wanted privacy. Away from the eyes of our countries.”

M’baku shrugged. “You seemed to care a lot less about privacy on that beach then.”

Ah yes. The reason they were here in the first place, discussing the terms to their relationship.

When his courtship first began, Attuma gifted her a conch. One to call on him from Wakanda to Talokan.

Every night along the river border, and fairly late into the night, she would call him and he would come. They would eat and talk, lay on the sand, or each other.

And there would be times when they would indulge on the beach. Wandering hands and soft skin met more often then Okoye would like to admit.

That particular night, Attuma had taken his time to break her out of her hard exterior. His mouth latched to her neck as soft whines spilled from her lips.

“Attuma..It’s getting late.” She gripped his arms as he growled against her.

“It had always been late, my love. You need to better your excuses.”

His hands moved to hook under her thighs and hoist her up around his waist. “How do you feel?” He asked.

Okoye nodded. “I’m fine. I just- what if some one sees?”

With his body as a distraction, her senses were not as keen on her surroundings. Attuma smiled as he looked around the small patch of land.

“You mean Aneka?” He nodded towards the bushes, just as the girl stumbled out, her kimoyo beads flashing as they produced pictures of the night.

Okoye freed herself from his hold and sent an elbow to his nose in shock.

“Oh my Bast.” She huffed. “Aneka what are you doing?!”

The girl just stood looking between the general and Attuma’s bleeding nose. “Lord M’baku had some suspicions.”

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Death is only the Beginning Pt2

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Chapter Fourteen

Wakanda spent the last week or so rejoicing for the return to life of their Queen Ramonda; whom they thought had been dead. Along with them, the Talokanils celebrated a milestone for their kingdom. It was the first time in five hundred years and since the birth of their kingdom; they crowned themselves a Queen.

Finally, their ruler K’uk’ulkan found himself someone to marry and share his throne. It was the last night of festivities by tradition for the Wakandans; but it will continue for days to come. The Talokanils were still in their jubilee as the morning sun crept over the two worlds. But, unknowingly to them both, things have taken a turn for the worse.

“What do you mean the Queen is missing?” King M'Baku yelled to the top of his voice. Okoye bowed her head in submission. She had sought a private counsel with him, and wanted him to know first of the events that had occurred through the night and the morning.

“She’s gone and we have no idea her whereabouts, My King,” she told him. M’Baku had agreed to meet with her in a secluded place free from itchy ears. He knew it wasn’t going to be good news, but never in a million years did he expect this situation.

“Tell me everything,” he demanded. Okoye relayed to him what occurred the evening before, and earlier in the day. He allowed a growl to come through, releasing the tension building. This was not good!

Shuri’s mind kept replaying all that had come to pass and her reaction to her mother coming back from her night with Namor. Her mother informing her that she would be returning to Talokan and Namor. The Shaman had given her a potion swearing it would reverse the side effects from the previous in gestation of the heart shaped herb.

Shuri knew her mother wouldn’t take it willingly; she had embraced these knew abilities. She felt of she could convince her, but with Ramonda informing her she would be back with Namor, Shuri made a conscious decision to spice her mother’s tea.

Ramonda took a few sips, relaxing from the fresh air and Shuri’s company. Then she grabbed her head, her face distorting; she yelled out in such excruciating pain. Shiri jumped to her feet backing into the wall thinking; what had she done. Ramonda stood to her feet and with one last agonizing scream flew straight up and away. Okoye and Attuma came onto the scene in confusion. Then the appearance of Namor only made it worse with his announcement of the marriage between her mother and him.

“That damn Shaman,” she could have kicked herself. “Why would I listen to you. It was your recklessness in the first place that brought this about; by giving my mom the herb without consent or permission. You’re going to wish you hadn’t done it.” Shuri caught herself and calmed down. She has to bear some of the blame too. The Shaman didn’t force her to give it to her mother. Or neither would being angry help find her mother and bring her home.

Shuri began to ponder over something that’s nagging her. if the recreation of the potion to remove the Black Panther powers didn’t reverse the effects on her mother. Then maybe the enhancement is due to something else. Shuri walked over to the vial and began to study it, thinking scientifically and objectively. She had been too close to the problem to think straight.

Then her brilliant mind took over; she needed to get to her lab. That’s where she could work the best. She just needed to run some tests. She gathered what she needed and called for one of the planes. Right now, she has no idea if the concoction the Shaman gave her worked or not. She just hopes her mother is alright.

Namor came back to his dwelling and started tossing things about; in anger and silence. Attuma and Namora stayed on the outside for two reasons. First, to let him blow off his rage, and second to await his next command. Namor was very concerned because he has no idea what happened. What he did know it all lead back to Shuri. He didn’t know for sure what she did to Ramonda; but he has no doubt Shuri did something. Now he will have to break his people’s hearts. He could hear them still in festivities; they finally have a Queen of their own. But that is not the case now.

When Attuma had summoned and notified him Ramonda had disappeared; he swam like he never had before. He would have flown but Namora had demanded to come. Hope was in his heart Ramonda would be there once he arrived. It was not so, his fears manifested. Namor stood before a wall he had began another mural; one of Ramonda and his love story. How will it end?

Attuma and Namora heard him grow silent and knew he was in much pain. They wanted to get out there and find their Queen; and wondered why he was hesitating. Namor emerged from his room, subdued and walked over to the edge staring into the water.

“Prepare my people for the announcement. I will not keep this from them any longer.” He told them. “Then I will go to Wakanda to speak with King M'Baku. I need to know what are their plans to assist me in finding my Wife!” He turned and went back inside, never looking at either of them. They looked at each other knowing this was not good. They plunged into the water and headed for Talokan to gather the citizens to the meeting place.

Ramonda stood in the entrance of the cave, pressed against the frame. She stared out as she would the windows of the palace. Not much to see but the majestic mountains, unlike the beautiful capital city of Wakanda. She has a lot to process and decisions to make.

Months of being comatose, being giving the herb that gave the Black Panther their powers. And how did that happen, since the last she recalled; Killmonger had destroyed the plants. Maybe he missed one. No, they had searched diligently to save T'Challa; there were none. Evidently, they did discover more somehow. So, if they have the plant, and they used it on her. Then there has to be another Black Panther.

“What the---,” it dawned on her. The last thing she remembered, Namor and his people were attacking Wakanda. He flew to the throne room where she was with Riri. “Riri!” She remembered him throwing spheres of water at them, and they burst through the windows, exploding. She swam down to get the child who was unconscious and brought her to safety; then everything went black. She wondered, what happened after that? How did they rebuild Wakanda so fast? The biggest question of them all. How did they become allies with Talokan.

“The Talokanil are my people now, and I am their Queen.” She whispered. How will she be able to pull this off? It was not their fault Namor is who he is. They were so welcoming and full of joy to have a Queen, for the first time; since their kingdom came in to existence. If she went back to Talokan, she would have to pretend she was still with Namor; and that would be a lie. She could never be with him ever again. Never!

He seduced her, knowing she had no memory of what he had done. She recalled coming home from the banquet. He was there waiting for her, they talked and walked on the beach; he was so sad. He knew then, it was a possibility he could lose her; if her memories would return. But, he had a chance to tell her the truth; but he did not.

Instead, he took her to meet his people, knowing they would be ecstatic to have a Queen. He knew also she would fall in love with them. They made their commitment to stay yoga her before all of Talokan, binding them as long as they lived. He took her to his rooms; there he made passionate love to her. She was so happy and full of love for his people and him. She came to tell Shuri, she was his wife and Queen of Talokan. And that she was staying there, because they needed her more than Wakanda. But she didn’t get a chance!

Shuri gave her herbs, adding to what was already in her system. All for what? Was her hatred for Namor, greater than her love for her; that she would risk her life? She felt like a guinea pig being tested on all those months; and with Shuri’s betrayal. No one knows but her, what actually transpired the first time she was given the herb. It was frightening; even more now that she has regained her memories. Yes, great decisions have to be made.

Chapter Fifteen

After Okoye had enlightenment M'Baku of everything that happened, from the evening before and earlier that day. He shuddered at the fact; he would have to call another emergency meeting, with the council and Chieftains. His respect for T'Challa grew even greater; this was not an easy position. There was always something new to deal with.

At that moment, M’Baku stiffens; catching movement out the corner of his eye. He turns to see Namor approaching, not surprising! He needed to have a word or two with him, concerning the part he played in this debacle.

“I was wondering when you would come to meet with me,” M'Baku acknowledged his presence.

“We have much to discuss before you announce the disappearance of my Wife, Queen of Talokan,” Namor is straight to the point. M'Baku chuckled.

“Your wife?” He questioned. “And Queen of Talokan?”

“Why are you disputing what is a fact?” Namor held his anger; with M’Baku’s query of the validity, of the matter.

“I am not per say,” M'Baku took a seat on his throne. “What I am inquiring is, does Queen Ramonda feels the same. Now that is the question.” Namor stared at him, as the answer formulated in his brain.

“That I don’t know,” He replied as honestly as he could. The fact of the matter, he has know idea what is going through Ramonda’s mind. Or if she’s even alive; he knows nothing.

Okoye, Ayo and Aneka arrived ahead of the council. Okoye had already filled the two of them in on what was happening. She looked at Namor, then came to him. An unspoken understanding went between them. She went to take her place at the side of M'Baku. Ayo and Aneka were already in place. The council spilled into the room. Namor started towards the door.

“Namor,” M'Baku called out to him. Namor slowly turned around; the two stared each other in the eyes. “I would like for you to stay; after all, it is your wife and Queen of the Talokan whom we will be discussing. Your input will be greatly appreciated.” M'Baku gestured to the very chair he possessed; during the meetings with Queen Ramonda. Namor was surprised, but took the seat offered while the room erupted. M'Baku smirked; it was always a pleasure getting the council roused up. Namor grew a great admiration for M'Baku, he will truly rule Wakanda well.

Attuma was standing outside Namor’s quarters, when Namora came up. Namor informed him he was leaving, to go speak with King M'Baku concerning Queen Ramonda. Even though, it hadn’t been very long since her disappearance; the way she left in such excruciating pain, was alarming.

“K’uk’ulkan is not here?” She asked peering inside, searching for him.

“No, he left for Wakanda to talk their King; to see what they were doing to find our Queen,” he told her.

“That’s good and fine, but why are we depending on them to find her. She is our Queen,” Namora had a certain emotion in what she was expressing. This caused Attuma to take a double look. Is this the same Namora who was angry that Namor had yielded to the Black Panther? But now has a hint of desperation in her voice, for the new Queen.

“Namora, you sound as if I you care about the Queen,” he had a little chuckle, as he teased her.

“You joke at a time as this?” She snapped. “Don’t you understand? Our Queen is missing, Attuma! Our people our basically mourning now. And our K’uk’ulkan is miserable with the loss.” Attuma stood towering over her, with a serious demeanor enshrouding him.

“I understand quite well, Namora,” his voice low and deliberate. “The K’uk’ulkan and our kingdom in whole are sad, so yes I do. But I was wondering the attitude you are displaying. You didn’t want him with the Princess; but you accept her mother for him, as his wife and as our Queen?” Namora walked away from him and stared into the water.

“No, I did not feel the Princess was the right one for him or our people,” she told him. “But yes, the Queen is a Queen; she will love and protect us, just as our K’uk’ulkan has done. She is better suited for him; look how happy he is around her. We have never seen this in him since ever. So yes, I want her back in the worse way.” She ran and nosedive into the water, then swam away.

Attuma stood watching the ripples settle down, then laughed out loud. Could there be a surface dweller, their Namora could truly love and care about? This is astonishing. He couldn’t wait to pass this development along to Namor. He wasn’t sure about Namora accepting Ramonda, let alone as his wife and Queen. Well, Namor can rest on that problem and dwell on finding their Queen.

While Shuri was grieving over her mother’s flight and after she had given her the potion. There was something that lit up the corner of her brilliant mind. She just hoped she was on the right trail. After gathering some things that belonged to Ramonda, she went to the lab.

“Griot” Shuri called to him as she rushed into the lab, tossing things everywhere. “There is something I need help with.”

“Yes Princess, anything I can do I will,” he told her.

“Pull up the analysis of my recreation of the herb, and the one the Shaman gave my mother. Then analyze this sample I am going to give to you.” Shuri dropped what was left of the vial onto a slide, and pushed it into a compartment; then waited.

“Princess your recreation as we discovered; is not the same ingredients as that of the Shaman's. She added some other herbs, but they didn’t alter the outcome of what makes the Black Panther.”

“Yes, I just wanted to double checked if my mother was given the Black Panther serum. And see what was in the latest one I just gave to you?” Griot begins to analyze it.

“It’s different than the others. I’m detecting a rare flower plant, that hasn’t been used in Wakanda for decades. It was banned by the Shaman sect due to the after effects.” Shuri became alarmed.

“A rare plant? Banned for decades you say?” She asked.

“Yes Princess,” Griot replied.

 “What were the side effect?” Shuri asked.

“After twenty-four hours of ingesting, they would go insane,” he informed her.

“Why would she do this,” Shuri recanted her statement. “Why would I ask? She fed her mother the Black Panther herb for months. I can’t deal with her right now. Griot, what was that particular plant used?”

“It actually was a type of memory elixir. It didn’t effect all but enough to cease using it.” So she was trying to help her mother regain her memory. Why didn’t she tell her the truth?

“Alright, I will take care of her later,” Shuri took a comb she had brought from home and pulled a strand of hair from it. Then she placed it on a slide, and pushed it inside a small drawer for Griot to analyze. “Alright Griot, what you see?”

“Very interesting,” Griot stated.

“What? What you see?” Shuri was frantic.

“This person has the X-gene; the Black Panther mixture triggered it. They are in full blown mutant stage.” Shuri’s jaw dropped. She figured as much, but needed for it to be confirmed.

“That’s why taking the serum had not effect. My Mother is a mutant!”

Ramonda came down on the shore near the hut. She felt out if anyone was there; she wasn’t ready for any confrontation. She needed more time to sort things out; too much was at stake. She moved closer seeing it was empty. Shuri most likely went to the lab. She had came to get some things to hold over until she returned; whenever that would be.

She retrieved a tote bag to carry whatever she could. The outfit she wore would not do. Shuri had some pants, maybe she could get a couple or so. She had lost weigh to next to Shuri’s size, if she could not fit them, she could always alter them. She saw Shuri’s jacket tossed across her bed. She picked it up and placed it to her nose, breathing in her daughter’s scent.

“Shuri!” She rubbed it against the side of her face. Tear filled her eyes. “Now that I remember you, I don’t want to see you right now. If I did my words would be too harsh, and it’s been enough separation between us. And I don’t want that; give me time.” Ramonda got herself together and grabbed what she could; then ran to the shore, only to stop abruptly.

“My Queen!” Namora exclaimed with great joy. Ramonda was stung beyond words. So much for get in and out, she thought to herself.

“Namora! What are you doing here?” She asked. Namora came closer to her. “We are all out looking for you.” Ramonda feared as much. She hates she’s hurting others, but if she doesn’t deal with this right now; it will be more painful later.

“Namora,” She said. “I need to figure some thins out. It has been so much to deal with, especially now that I got back my memory. “

“Oh,” Namora said quietly.

“Oh no, not like that. I remember everything, even last night with all of my Talokaniles. You all showered me with so much. I remember all of that.” Ramonda informed her. “This is one of the reasons I need to make some decisions. It’s not going to be easy for me. I have to be away from everyone that I love, so I can be with those that I love. Does that make sense?” Namora understood, so much has been done to the Queen.

“I do My Queen. We all love you. We want you home and safe.” Hearing this coming from Namora warmed her heart. She always felt Namora was the more standoffish. Ramonda walked up to her and pressed her face against the side of Namor's. If blue could blush it would be Namora.

“Thank you for all you said. You really don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” Ramonda wanted to cry, but kept her composure as Queen.

“What should I tell K’uk’ulkan?” Namora asked.

“I don’t want you lying to him. Just tell him what we discuss.” She told her. “It probably be a few days, then I will return.” Ramonda told her and flew high in the air, so when she made the turn towards the mountain; Namora couldn’t see it.

Chapter Sixteen

“Okoye, where are you?” Shuri asked, calling on her kimoyo beads.

“I’m in the throne room. We just finished speaking with the council and tribal Chieftains” she informed her. “They are aware of everything.”

“Good, no more secrets and lies,” Shuri says. “I need to share some findings; I discovered this morning with all of you.”

“I will let them know,” Okoye told her. “You want us there in your lab?”

“Yes, please,” Shuri expressed. “It’s easier to explain here.”

“Something you should know,” Okoye says.

“Yes?” Shuri braced herself.

“Namor attended the meeting, and remains here speaking with the King.” Okoye enlightened Shuri.

“Good, then I won’t need to summon him,” Shuri replied. “He has to hear this too.”  Okoye was taken aback at how somber Shuri seemed; at the mention of Namor’s name. Now she was anxious to hear, what is so important.

Namora returned to Talokan and sought out Attuma; she had to notify him she had spoken to the Queen. She needed him to be her support; when she reveals this to Namor. She found Attuma playing their favorite pass time game with a few of his friends. Namora pulled him away, which didn’t please him at first; but he saw her distress and came with her.

“What’s wrong, Namora?” She took him to a place where they would not be heard by anyone. This needed to be confidential.

“I saw and spoke with the Queen,” she told him.

“This is good news, Namora,” Attuma yelled out in excitement. Namora tried to calm him.

“No, no it’s not Attuma,” she expresses. “She’s still gone.” Attuma stared at her bewildered.

“What? What do you mean she’s still gone?” his excitement turned to dismay.

“I went to the place the Princess and she lives, just by chance,” she begin to explain. “I was standing on the beach when she appeared; coming from their home. She was very surprised to see me there, and I also. But that changed, when she told me she remembers everything. She knows who she is, Attuma.” He was silence for just a moment; until all Namora had told him registered.

“That means she knows what K’uk’ulkan did, and the cause of all this trauma,” he looked to Namora.

“I’m afraid so,” she confirmed. “But she remembers all of us as well; with love. This is what is making it so hard for her; choosing the right path. She is truly our Queen, and she wants that to be known.”

“For us it sounds good, but for K'uk'ulkan it’s not,” he sighed loudly. Namora sadly agreed.

Shuri was going over her files on her mother, when M'Baku, Okoye, Ayo, Aneka and Namor entered. M'Baku could tell by her expression, they were not going to like what she had to say. He had come to consider her his little sister now. A promise to her brother, T'Challa. Namor was edgy with the uncertainty of what he was going to have to accept. Okoye, Ayo and Aneka waited patiently.

“Thank you all for coming,” Shuri was nervous. “While I was thinking about what happened, and my mother in so much pain that I inflicted on her for my own selfish reasons. I realized I was too close to the subject.”

“Subject, Princess?” Namor injected. “She is not some lab research; she’s your mother and my wife.”

“You don’t have to remind me of that, Namor,” She snapped. “Or the fact, it was your actions that generated this whole mess.”

“Alright! Alright you two! Let’s get on with it,” M'Baku demanded. Shuri turns around from facing them, exhaling; then slowly back to them.

“As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,” she rolls her eyes at Namor; and he conveys a loud snort in response. Okoye, Ayo and Aneka look on; amused with the interaction of the two. “I ran some tests on a theory. The herb I recreated for the Black Panther and the one the Shaman gave my mother; were one in the same.”

“We know this, Princess,” Okoye came closer.

“True, but why did it not kill my mother; is the question needed to be answered.” She addresses her AI. “Griot, explained what you told me.” She told it. They all moved in front of the screen, to see what was being displayed.

“Queen Ramonda, at some point during her comatose; went into a death state. And when the elixir was administered; she was revived. The reason it was able to bring her back? Because she has what is known as the X-gene. Once this gene is activated; mutation occurs. The Queen is at this time in full generated mutant stage. She has been endowed with her powers; whatever they may be.” The room was silent, each lost in their own thoughts with what was revealed.

“You telling us, she is no longer human?” M'Baku asked, breaking the quiet. Namor took offense to M’Baku implications. But it didn’t hinder him from asking a question of his own.

“Can you explain, what caused her to suddenly fly off in pain?” Namor already knew that answer; Shuri had something to do with that. He felt this was the best time to get the bottom of it.

“It was something I gave her,” she finally admitted to him. His eyebrows furrowed. He knew it! “The Shaman said it would reverse the effects from the herb. I trusted her, but now I know she did it again.”

“Did what again?” M'Baku asked.

“My mom did die. Not initially, but when I saw her on the ancestral plane; she was gone. The Black Panther serum was given to her by the Shaman; activating the x-gene to initiate her into a mutant.”

“We need to deal with the Shaman; she did too much without authorization,” M'Baku looked at Okoye. She turned to Ayo, signaling for her to arrest the Shaman.

“Wait! If she had not taken the chance, Ramonda would not be among us. No matter in what state!” Namor reminded them. “Did not Shuri in desperation, do no differently?” They digested what he said.

“One other thing,” Shuri looked at each one. “The herb the Shaman gave to me was not the same herb, as the heart shaped,” she informed them.

“What?” M'Baku said.

“It’s a flower that was banned by the Shaman sect because of the side effects,” she explained.

“Princess, tell me it is not the plant for memory loss,” Okoye asked.

“Okoye, you know of this flower?” M'Baku asked.

“Yes, many years ago it was used to help those who suffered from memory loss in some forms.”

“Princess!” Namor came to her, she could see the fear in his eyes. “What are the side effects?”

“Only one, Namor,” she was gentle in replying to him, but nothing will soften the blow. “In twenty-four hours of ingesting it; the person goes insane. Not all have; but enough did that they chose to banned it.”

“What?!!” Namor was beside himself. He had heard enough, and left the room before they could notice he was gone.

“Twenty-four hours,” M’Baku paced the lab, thinking. “How do you find someone who doesn’t want to be?”

“With everything we have,” Okoye said and left also. Now there were four.

“We need to activate the Midnight Angels, come Aneka!” Then there were two.

“What good is being the Black Panther, when I can’t find my mother and save her?”

“Aww Shuri,” M'Baku walks to her and rests a hand on her shoulder. “You are one of the most brilliant minds around. Just like you figure your mother becoming a mutant; you will find her.” He left to expedite the search; time is of the essence. Shuri stood alone in the lab feeling hopeless.

“Princess?” Griot called to her.

“What Griot?” She stared at nothing in particular.

“What happens after the Queen is found?” Shuri thought about what he just said.

“What do you mean?” She asked. “We bring her home.”

“And then what? Watch her go insane?” Shuri realized what he was asking.

“We have to find something to counteract the plant,” Shuri sprung alive. “Let’s start with its make up. Maybe if we discover what is in it that causes the insanity; we could isolate it, and actually create a variant to aid in memory loss.”

“Exactly Princess,” Griot agreed.

“We don’t have much time,” she reminded him. “It’s going to be a long night.”

Ramonda arrived back at the cave she now calls her refuge; and placed the bag of supplies in a corner. A cool breeze flowed through from the outside; she saw she would need to start a fire. Luckily, she thought of grabbing a lighter. She wishes there were a door to shut, and curtail the cold. It was close to winter and the mountains were feeling it’s approach sooner than any other place in Wakanda. Soon they will be covered in snow. She would have to endure, there is none other place to conceal her whereabouts; and especially from Namor. She paused, hearing a noise coming from the entrance.

“What is going on?” She exclaimed, turning to see the opening had been sealed over. She slowly approached it, staring at what was once a exit, but now sealed. “Open up!” She yelled! At that very moment; it did as she commanded. The entrance became as it once had been. She began to inspect the walls not sure of what was happening; her mind racing. Could it be another one of her abilities; connected to the earth? She will have to figure what her powers were and how to control them. This time she willed it to close; then she returned to start a fire.

Ramonda pulled the bag in front of her, as she sat near the warm fire. Even with the protection of the wall in place of the opening to the cave; the brisk air could be felt. She brought out the blankets she had retrieved from the hut. Shuri won’t miss them; she can always have more delivered. Or better yet, she could just return to the palace.

Ramonda paused for a moment of reflection. She was very angry with Shuri for her part in this; but she was being sarcastic with what she had thought. Shuri is her little girl; her baby. Well, not exactly a baby anymore. With so much that has hit her; in such a short time. It would easily: have cause a person to make bad choices out of desperation. Her baby has grown into womanhood; and she was proud of the person Shuri had become.  

Ramonda came across a mirror and peered into it; shocked at the person who gazed back. Someone a little younger than herself; but definitely her. Had to be at least twenty years younger. How did this happen? Is this another one of those side effects, from taking the heart shaped herb? If so, will she be going through, what that guy in the movies; Benjamin what’s-his-name did? He continued to grow younger and younger, until he became a baby; then he died? What’s happening to her?

Ramonda gathered her knees to her chest, and as sort of cushions; rested her head on her arms. She stared into the fire, watching the flame swaying in a seductive movement. Her mind reminiscences that fatal day her life ended. The day her husband; Namor threw those water grenades right at her, as she stood in the window. Right after he had tossed his spear into the window; right at her face at her. But the window only cracked.

Ramonda recalled the way he glared, because she pulled Riri behind her; as a protective mode. That sinister smile chiseled on his face. She saw him leave and knew he would return to deal the death blow. She told Riri to run, but children are children; Riri didn’t want to leave her side.

Namor came back as she knew he would, the windows exploded with the impact of the water bombs. Riri and her were thrown backwards, losing consciousness. She was able to come too quicker than Riri; she was sinking fast and needed to be saved.

Ramonda remembered making a crucial decision, she plunged deeper into the water to save someone’s drowning child. She struggled with the dead weight of Riri to get her to safety. It took all she had in her to get her out of the water, and onto the floor. Ramonda tried to pull herself up and along side Riri; and make a attempt to revive the child. But too much of her strength had been exhausted. She remembers sliding back into the water; it covering her face, then it all went black.

There was something else cloaked from her happened; prior to her waking up in the room, she now recognized as the Hall of the Shaman Sect. She didn’t remember anything or anyone, except the summer place she spent summers with Shuri. She made her way through the catacombs and by the river; until she saw Namor. No, she didn’t recognize him; but he knew her, and that was comforting. At that moment, her body quake all over with forcible tremors.

Did he devised this plan, once he realized her memories were lost? All the sweet gentle kindness he showed her; but plotting all along. Her tears stung her eyes, her heart ached. She felt violated! The man who killed her, let her fall in love with him. For what? She was no longer Queen of Wakanda, it does not make sense. What did he hope to gain making her his wife, and moreover; Queen of Talokan.

Why? To get an alliance? He had that. This was wrecking her brain. He gained nothing, unless there is a piece from this puzzle missing. But what wasn’t she getting? Namor was not complex then, nor is he now. He is always straight forward. People only get fooled when they paint him as this complicated person. But she knew then and knows now; Namor needs and wants are very direct.

Ramonda felt cozy secluded from the outside. She made a cot with her blankets before the fire; and laid down on it, resting her head on a pillow she had brought also. She continued to look at the flames at their sultriest dancing was almost hypnotic. She knew what it was that Namor wanted and needed, but she didn’t want to think about.

It’s insane to formulate in any words; but it’s classic Namor. When did he first developed the scenario in his mind? When did it hit him what he wanted; but above all needed? She had to know at what point, Namor decided he wanted and needed her as his wife; and the Queen of Talokan. Her head had begun to pound. Maybe a nap will help, she thought. Ramonda shut her eyes; seeking some equivalent to tranquility. She then found her peace and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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What is it about Jungkook that attracts you when you look at him? Every year, his hair gets shorter and shorter. He adds another piercing. His American accent improves. He gets funnier in English. You learn more words in Korean. Every year, you stay as close to him as you can, hoping that one day he'll make a move before you find the courage. You are friends in and out of the industry, after all.

"Ohh?~ Mariah.. has been wanting me for Christmas. I'm starting to feel bad," Jungkook laughs as the pop hit signals the second loop of Soo Yoon's obscure Friendsmas playlist.

Soo Yoon. Korean beauty influencer.

As the latest addition to a musical friend group and Jungkook's latest beau, everyone was more than curious to hear her music taste, so of course, they let her put together the playlist when she offered. All I Want for Christmas is the only song any of you recognize. Even Jungkook. You meet his eyes and share a mutual thought that the music choice is terrible, but the second Soo Yoon looks up at him for his approval, he smiles back: Whipped.

"I'm too drunk for this," you mutter bitterly as you pick up your game cards. It's been a Friendsmas tradition with the group to play Cards Against Humanity, drink, eat, and do karaoke. But karaoke is difficult when no one knows the songs! "Where are the Temptations? Boys II Men? I know we aren't all black, but for be real. The music we make is."

"I'm saying," Malik, one of the two other blacks in the professional friend group, agrees. He's got taste. It's kind of his job.

"K-pop is Korean. It's got nothing to do with being black," Soo Yoon argues. You merely look at Jungkook, addressing your irritation to him with your eyes.

"Ah~ These drinks are strong," he coughs, mumbling to Soo Yoon in Korean.

"Well I need some soul," you mumble, pleased to hear the music switch. Glory! Malik has taken it over. "Thank you Mr. Producer." You raise your drink. You can't help but notice Jungkook quietly and subtly comforting Soo Yoon, holding her thin and pale frame protectively as she looks innocently disappointed, her near white-bleached long hair angelically tousled over his hand.

With a taste of the liquor in your cup, you swallow your disdain and slap a black card on the table, reading it out. "On the third day of Christmas, Santa gave to me..."

Eight white cards drop face down to be mixed up, each player submitting the most heinous statements that make even Jungkook blush when you read them aloud.

"The clap, syphilis, and herpes. 🎵"

"I stuck my dick in the mac n cheese. 🎵"

"Most bomb pussy - from the Beyonce deck."

"Y'all are sick," you gasp, your hand over your mouth to hide your beyond tipsy and tickled expression. Not knowing who said what. "SICK I tell you. You should all be ashamed.."

You choose the best worst answer, and Soo Yoon squeaks in excitement, causing your brow to rise. Soo Yoon. Of all people, her mind... You never would've guessed.

"I started off skeptical, but hot damn is she colorful," Dustin blurts, getting several easy laughs as Soo Yoon smiles, pretending to be shy. You nearly roll your eyes. Now she wants to make up for the awful playlist by displaying her vocals. You don't want to hear it.

You listen, hoping she can't carry a note, but she can, and it's angelic. You'd buy the single if she sold it. It makes you kinda sick. She's beautiful, has good styling and makeup, she's funny, speaks her mind, and can sing.

You actually... like her.

"She makes the best bulgogi," Jungkook brags, chomping down on pizza slice. How does he eat with those lip rings in?

Soo Yoon looks so proud. They're actually, in your mind, the perfect couple.

"It's getting hot," you sigh, fanning your face and feeling your heart sink with envy.

"Are you good," Alison asks as you gather yourself to walk out.

"Want some company?" She's a British choreographer who's relocated to Busan. You met her through Jimin.

You shake your head. Your industry friends are considerate, but you need some space to be alone and feel whatever this is. "Going for a walk, I feel unsteady and I'm overheated between this damn sweater and the alcohol," you assure.

Walking out into a gust of chilly night air on your lonesome, you don't want anyone following you. Well. Maybe one person.

You watch your breath turn into fog as the Christmas lights from the houses on the street illuminate the dark.

"You sure you're alright?"

"Hm?" You turn to see Jungkook drowning in his oversized sleeves, no Soo Yoon in sight. "Yeah, why?"

You can still hear the distinct sound of laughter inside. Everyone sounds genuinely happy. Jungkook hitches his hands in his pockets... a model without trying. You groan in pain of how good he looks, especially with his latest piercings. Fuck you for having that face, you burn. You've already complimented them once.

"You seem a little off? Wae geu-rae.."

You lean on the railing, debating whether or not to be honest. "Just a little holiday sadness."

"Ah."

"Anyway, so.. Soo Yoon is something. You two are actually perfect together."

"True," he smiles his dazzling smile, unaware of how it kills you. He is so happy. You liked him better single and lonely. Nah, you don't mean that.

"You coming back inside?"

"Yeah, in a minute."

He leaves, but you take your minute to get your mind right. It stings, and it's unfortunate, but it's not the end of the world, right? So what?

One Year Later...

It's time for you to make your way to the next city where the Friendsmas party will be hosted by Jimin.

Everyone's been waiting for this after working so hard all season. It's finally time to let hair down and get as drunk as possible.

But you're nervous this year. You haven't spent as much time around Jungkook. Again his hair has gotten shorter and from what you've seen, he's only gotten more attractive. More successful. More savvy. You thought you were attracted before. You're fearful now. You're worried that you'll see him and he'll look so much like a photograph of himself that you won't be able to treat him normally. That would be an utter nightmare .

On the night drive, you control your own playlist. The drive with the music is easy and the holidays make everything feel light and exciting, but anxiety eats you like a stubborn mosquito.

You don't wanna see Jungkook, you decide once you're parked. You don't want to see him. This year, he's single again. You're single. But nothing ever happens when the both of you are single. He's never flirted with you seriously. Ever.

"Hello," you call Malik to tell him you may not be able to make it afterall. He's inside. You can hear Alison mention that she saw your car on the road on the way. It's too late not to show up. You make something up as a reason to have dialed and walk into the party.

Jungkook isn't there. Immediately you release your breath and relax, getting into the friendly flow and vibe. This is your safe zone. You feel as ease and joyful with these people. You just have to pace yourself with drinking.

An hour later, you hear that familiar voice greeting your friends and look up to see Jungkook. He is completely flawless, like you feared, and now your mind is fuzzy like a blushing teen. You want to cut to the chase and ask him why he's not attracted to you. Is it because you're black and not Korean? What else could it be? Surely?

But when he approaches you for his hug, you don't confront him. Thankfully, you aren't that drunk. Instead, you politely flee the scene to play pool by yourself as a distraction so you won't go crazy.

Fuck you, Jungkook, for doing this to me. Every time.

You hate to say it, but it's true.

Fuck you and your untouchable face. Fuck you for existing in the first place.

You would make him happy if only you were his type and not just an industry friend. But alas, he's just not interested.

"What's wrong," he finds you once more to ask. You're a little tired of him finding you now.

"Do I have to say it?"

He glances away briefly which is way worse. The cringe intensifies. He's never acknowledged or admitted to knowing about your feelings. And now that it's somewhat obvious that he's had an idea about them, it'd been better had he just continued to pretend to know nothing. You wouldn't have to feel the- what is this- Rejection?

"Hey... I don't want our current relationship to change..."

You know him inside out, his likes, his icks, his dreams.

"You won't," you assure, understanding. "I get it. It's okay. Really." And you mean it.

That makes him happy to hear, knowing you mean it. You're still cringing, but he's moved on and touched your head playfully, poking your shoulder before rejoining the others.

You make closer the the window to see the stars in the sky, or at least what you can of them. You don't know how to feel. A little okay? A little icky?

"Fuck you," you whisper aloud for the first time, a small smirk at your lips. At least you can finally move on.

#original #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic

[shadymiser]

I saw BP Wakanda Forever in theatres and for a split second, I thought the plot was heading into previously unseen territory for Marvel. Even my friend leaned over during the cave scenes to ask ‘Hey, are they supposed to be together?’.

It’s important to note that I don’t often ship fictional couples and when I do, they have to be canon. I’m not really into fan fiction and I’m also not a heavy romance gal. But y’all, I felt it. I don’t know if it was a Letitia-Tenoch thing or a Shuri-Namor thing, but it was there. It had all the classic signs of an romance subplot. They were literally head cannoning Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast! Cmon! If this was accidental, I think the writers need to screen their movies a bit more, because the chemistry between Shuri and Namor was so tangible to me and I wasn’t even looking for it. I also have a feeling that the whole *spoilers! Turn away in 5 4 3 2 1* killing Ramonda arc was purposely put in place to quell the romantic subplot. If it was, it worked, at least for me. Ramonda was like my mother, I spent the entire last arc simultaneously hating Namor and grudgingly admitting he looked so fine😭.

That being said, some of the fanfics I’ve seen so far aren’t really taking into account what we already know about these characters. For starters, Namor is a selfish narcissist. He might regret what he did to Ramonda (I doubt it, honestly), but it’ll be a cold day in hell before he apologizes to anyone. He’s also more concerned with his people than any potential romance. I hate to say it, but Talokan Vs Shuri, Talokan wins every time😭. And Shuri is avoidant. She avoids her feelings by burying herself in her science and technology. I don’t know where the writers are going with her character next, but I assure you, pining for Namor in Haiti is not it. She’s mourning the loss of her family, and I think she gave up the throne to Mbaku because she recognized that she needed time to heal and let go of all her anger. She might have spared Namor, but it wasn’t out of love, y’all! It was out of duty. That’s why they’re so similar and that’s why the chemistry exists. I’ve never read fan fiction before but I’m trying now because this has become my first non-canon ship ever and I’m so in love with them. I just need y’all to get it right, please😭

Also, I saw someone post a plot about Namor and Shuri’s kid coming back from the future and forcing them to confront the possibility of a relationship. This is the best one I’ve seen tbh, because Shuri would never seek Namor out in a romantic way otherwise. She’s AVOIDANT! Means she’d rather not deal with it😂 With this, she has to consider the possibility that some future version (or alternate reality🤔) of herself was enamored enough with the fish man to make little fish-panther babies. Anyways, that’s all. I look forward to reading your fics! And this is my first time in a ship/fandom. I like it a lot☺️

#namor x shuri #shuri x namor #wakanda forever #head canon #fanfic #marvel #WFspoilers #spoilers #please get it right yall. I can’t write fanfics so I need y’all to feed me😭

[bakarilennox]

Tracey’s Birthday Fic-a-Thon!

Hi everybody! I never did this before so excuse how lackluster this post looks.

For those who don’t know, I’m turning 15+16 on July 17th. I was wondering… if you have time of course, would write a some feel-good (or feel-angst) one shots, head cannons, or drabbles about some of my favorite men (& women) candy that I write or blog about.

Names include, but not limited to:

Lewis Tan:

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II:

Precious Lee:

Trevante Rhodes:

Monster Woo:

Jimin:

Chris Evans:

Winston Duke:

Henry Cavill:

(I had to give faces to names, sorry)

[Keep Reading]

I will list a few prompts and you can start there or freestyle, whatever floats your boat. I prefer romantic smut fics, but they don’t have to be. Just tag them as #ABirthdayFicforTre.

Prompts:

“I’m only baking a cake, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

A birthday evening that turns into an wedding proposal

Birthday Baecation/Friendcation

“Surprise! Aye, where your clothes at?”

Karaoke night “Please stop singing for the love of God.”

“I made you a mixtape/playlist.”

Romantic walk on the beach

“Come get your cat!”

“Excuse me miss, I believe you stole my heart. May you please return it.”

Birthday massage

“I’ll help you with wash day babe.”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s stay in and cuddle.”

“I bought this and thought of you.”

“I was browsing online and I found this story you wrote about me.”

“I’m glad that I’m here with you.”

Indoor Nerf gun fight

The love interest’s dog leads them to my dog

“I’m only cooking dinner, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

“Hey I’m lost, can you help me find where [whatever place you choose] is?”

Birthday shopping spree

“C’mon, let me do your makeup. It’ll look good I promise.”

Found log dog, returns it to the love interest/future friend

Love interest/ friend hears me singing in the shower and joins in

“I can take all the groceries in one trip, don’t worry.”

Loses phone at the park, love interest/future friend finds it & returns it to you.

“I love everything about you.”

“I know that you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I got this for you!”

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Your mom said I’m invited to the cookout so that’s why I’m here.”

With best friend at a sports game and the kiss cam comes and we kiss. We secretly crushed on each other.

Birthday pool party and Love interest/friend shows up unannounced.

Whatever you want. (except i*cest, race play, use of slurs, etc.) Just be respectful basically.

This is open to everyone, but I’m tagging the people that I often see write fics so if you wanna join, I’d love it! And I am all about no pressure, so submit when you can and shoot me a message/tag whenever. 😊

Tags: @royallyprincesslilly @tgigoldie @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @muse-of-mbaku @cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites @kittehkwrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @ingeniousmindoftune @stargirlfics @celestianstars @pm-my-hubbies @liquorlaughslove @laketaj24 @fumbling-fanfics @natashacoco & whoever sees this.

Thanks in advance for making this the best birthday ever! 🥳😁

[mermaidchansons]

So…

I know I haven’t written any BP fanfiction in quite some time. The pandemic has definitely set me back quite a lot. But I just wanted to tell you guys not only how much BP means to me, but also how much our community on this labrynth of bullshit means to me!

I never really felt comfortable or accepted as a fanfic/romance writer before BP came out. And y’all were so open and welcoming and supportive. I’ve not only grown as a writer but also just as a person. And this community that we’ve found played a part in that. I can’t wait for Wakanda Forever to come out. And I can’t wait to share endless theories, emotions, stories, fanfics, and jokes with y’all. Y’all are the best. Thanks for being you.

Sorry, I’m feeling suuuuuper mushy after last night so take all of this love!

@great-neckpectations @babybluepeaches @muse-of-mbaku @melaninmarvel @ashanti-notthesinger @naturallyqueenie @tgigoldie @archivistofwakanda @alexundefined @minyara-kun @destinio1 @siriuslycollinss @raysunshine78 @madamslayyy @ghostfacekill-monger @soufcakmistress @greennightspider @bitchacho25 @elaindeereads @whatthefuckbilly143 @jordanhelah @puremolasses @ajspencer1892 @wakanda4everinthisbitch @monochrome-pineapple @psuedo4 @chaneajoyyy

#black panther fanfiction #black panther #wakanda forever #bp fandom

[namorslutfanfiction]

Chapter 3 to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle aka Friends to Enemies to Lovers.

Part One Part Two

Summary: Wedded life is treating you well. Wakanda is in turmoil. And you're given an ultimatum

Smut, angst, violence.

"Rest, in reina, it has been an eventful day," Namor said to you once you entered your room in the caverns of Talokan. You were confused that he had not brought you to the shared room that he had made up for after the wedding. The one he had so excitedly told you that he was looking forward to sharing with you.

"In ajawo, where are you going?" You asked as Namor turned his back on you. He hesitated then addressed you.

"What happened at the wedding was a show of my devotion to you and this union, but it was also violent and cruel. You were not here during the battle between out countries and this is the first time you have witnessed the worst of me. I do not regret the decision but I know that you need time to process," Namor stayed near the door as he spoke. You stepped closer to him, listening to what he said. "I only wanted today to be full of happiness. I am sorry that I wasn't aware of the treason that was rippling through my people."

He looked guilty and it broke your heart. You reached for him, pulling him into your arms, "In ajawo, I understand what you did. They tried to kill me. To be honest, I was waiting for the day I would finally witness the Namor that attacked Wakanda. I couldn't imagine the Namor I know doing that. But I have seen it now and it is not anything I didn't expect. If anything, I was more surprised that Baku agreed with you. I won't say anything about the sacrifice. It is a lesser used aspect of your culture?"

Namor nodded, pulling away slightly to meet your gaze, "There were stories passed down through the shamans but, until today, we had never considered using it. But in my rage, my fear for you, I turned to the old ways."

"You did it for me, for us. I cannot and will not hold that against you. The gentle Namor who took me in and the ruthless one who killed to protect me are both parts of you. I want all of you, Namor," You kissed the corned of his lips.

"I was worried that you would fear me. Or hate me," His eyes shut in relief.

"You would never direct your ruthlessness at me, my king, and that is all I need to know. I told you I trust you. That hasn't changed," You reassured him, then took his hand. "Will you take me to our shared room now? I don't want to end this day without you next to me."

The soft smile that graced his face brought forth another wave of affection. This wasn't love yet, but it was close and that was all you needed to follow him where ever he led you. It occurred to you then, that if the wedding had been with Baku you would have hidden yourself, avoiding the wedding night like it was a plague. But with Namor you wanted to share that night with him. You weren't sure whether it was your growing affection or that you wanted to wash away his insecurities. Yes, the king had insecurities, you saw them in the way he pulled away from you after the ceremony and you were determined to show him they were unfounded. To truly become bound to him tonight, remind him you chose him, and that you both were determined to make the best of this unplanned union.

The room he brought you to was deeper in the caves, larger, and decorated with more warmth than the rest of the Talokanil caverns. The bed was like a large nest of blankets and pillows. The room was lit, like the rest of the caves, with numerous glow worms that hung from the ceiling. Namor went around lighting candles to warm up the space.

"You should clean up and rest, in reina," Namor said as he approached a large polished slab of obsidian that leant against the wall, serving as a mirror. You approached him slowly as he began unclasping his shin guards and arm guards. You met his gaze as you helped him remove his pauldrons and necklaces. When he was left in just his cloth cape, his jewelry and adornments sitting on a counter, you took his hands and guided them to help you remove your own.

His eyes did not meet yours a he removed hair pins and braids, necklaces and rings, except your newly placed wedding ring. Namor knelt before you and took your foot, methodically untying and slipping off your sandals. When he stood before you you cupped his cheek, relishing in how he leant into your touch. Now that you had both shed the jewelry and markers of your status, you were just a man and woman, wife and husband, on your wedding night.

"Show me how much you'll love me K'uk'ulkan and I will show you the same," You whispered as you pressed up close to him. His eyes grew darker with the realization of what you were asking him. He held your gaze, asking for your permission. When you nodded Namor leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

It was all consuming and held none of the tentative nature of the past week. He pulled you firmly against him, his tongue meeting your own, pulling moans from you in a way that you had never experienced before. When you finally had to come up for air he tilted his forehead against your own. Both of you were panting from the passion of it. You had worried for a moment that any intimacy with the king would trigger you, but now a giddy smile spread across your face.

"If you had kissed me like that before I might have married you the day we went to the council," You teased, pulling back to gaze at Namor, arms slipping down his chest. With a smooth movement you unclasped his cape and pushed it off his shoulders. He stood before you now, golden and naked except for the shorts that didn't hide anything now that he had truly had a taste of you.

Namor let out a full laugh at your teasing and as usual was not at all concerned with his physical nakedness. He grabbed at your skirt in an attempt to help you out of it but you skipped away from his grasp and dove into the nest of bedclothes and pillows. You couldn't help but laugh out loud as Namor followed you into the bed and tickled your sides. You both laughed and wrestled until you were out of breath laying next to each other, staring fondly into each others eyes.

"You are beautiful, in reina," Namor whispered as he turned onto his side and leant his head on his hand. His other hand reached over to your shoulder closest to him. Gently, he pulled your short dress sleeve off your shoulder and began kissing your skin slowly and sensually. You allowed yourself to sink into the soft feeling of his lips on your skin. It wasn't until Namor moved so that he was nearly on top of you, kissing your neck that you began having flash backs.

You knew this wasn't the same, you knew that this was Namor, your husband and not M'baku. But your breathing came faster, and you couldn't stop yourself from shoving Namor off you. He did not protest but instead sat up and away, his hands up in an appeasing stance, "In yakunaj, I'm sorry, I was moving too fast."

You fought back the sob that was tearing its way up your throat. Namor didn't deserve this, "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I know it's not the same but I just got lost. I'm sorry, Namor."

You buried your head in your hands, shoulders weighed down in defeat. But the hesitant touch of his hand on your shoulder made you look up. He wasn't angry or even annoyed. His gaze was soft as he gestured for you to come into his arms. The King pulled you practically on top of him in a warm embrace. You clung to him, listening to his heart beat while your own finally slowed down.

"Do not be sorry, in yakunaj, it has not been long since it happened," Namor kissed your temple, "Let us sleep for now."

You nodded against his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent surrounded you, masculine and clean and fresh. The feel of his strong muscles gently holding you to him did not scare you but instead made you feel secure. In your mind you shook off the memories of that fateful night.

...

You don't know what woke you but you found yourself laying next to Namor, staring up at the ceiling and constellations of glow worms. He was tucked into your side with a leg slung over your own. HIs body radiated heat that among the bedding and pillows was making you uncomfortably warm. Without waking him, you managed to shimmy out of your loose dress leaving you in your underwear and a thin tank top.

You sat and looked down at the King, relaxed, sprawled out and sleeping peacefully. It was strange to be here next to him already feeling your affection growing rapidly while also remembering how easily he had taken a life. But a part of you was also angry at the woman for ruining your day. You had been happy, you had fully accepted what was happening and seeing the good in it and her vitriol had marred the celebration. A part of you heard her words, her apprehensions and knew that there was some truth there. It did not escape you that becoming queen to a country you could not even spend more than hour in without a special suit was preposterous. And years of Namor and his people hating the surface world and those who dwelled there made the coupling almost hypocritical. But she was gone, and hopefully with her the rest of the naysayers. She had succeeded however in implanting the feeling of foreboding in the people of both countries.

Everyone had been a bit apprehensive, less exuberant, even as the reception and party continued. How could you blame them when someone had been essentially put to death for treason. M'baku had been sure to defend the act a second time and call for celebrations. But you knew that it would not only be Talokanil that whispered of how ill paired you were with the King. Now that he had shown his cruelty once more you did not doubt that the people of Wakanda would be worried about the alliance.

Your eyes focused on the King who mumbled your name in his sleep and unconsciously grasped at the bedclothes for you. Your heart clenched at how much he had already engrained you into his life that he could tell you weren't next to him. You moved slowly to not disturb him and lay by his side, arm slung across his waist, your leg over his, and your lips to his neck.

When you inhaled the scent of him and felt your skin on his, you knew that you wanted him. His arm pulled you closer and he mumbled again, turning away from you. The supple skin of the King's neck was open to you. You scooted up a little so that you could trace your finger along the edge of his pointed ears and down his neck. Namor shifted slightly but did not wake. You did it again and he hummed to himself. Once more and he pulled you closer with a soft moan.

The desire to tease him took over. You braced your hand on his chest and leaned up. You ran the tip of your tongue along the edge of his pointed ear, then trailed it down, laving at the skin right below his lobe. He moaned in his sleep as you began to nip and suck on his neck. You suckled firmly on his pulse point, wanting to mark him.

You caressed his bare chest, experimentally circling his flat nipples with the tips of your fingers. You peppered kisses from his neck down to his chest then back up to his jaw. You giggled to yourself at the contented sighs that emitted from the still slumbering king. You wondered if he was dreaming. You continued to taste his skin when you noticed that his shorts were tented. The heat pooled between your legs at the sight of it.

You leaned back up towards the King's face and held his chin as you kissed his lips softly. Then again and again until Namor finally reciprocated and deepened the kiss, now awake. As you kissed slowly and built up the passion, you moved your body on top of him, your arms holding you up on either side of his head. His hands were at your waist and you could feel his hard on against your stomach.

Namor pulled away and looked up at you, "In reina, while I do enjoy being woken up like this I worry that you haven't been sleeping."

"I slept, in ajawo, and I woke up to find myself in bed with a very handsome king that I wanted to have my way with," You replied between kisses to every part of his face you could reach. He chuckled at your teasing.

Namor allowed for one more deep kiss before he palmed your cheek and asked for you to wait. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready. I am in no rush if you are uncomfortable."

"I think I'll be fine as long as you stay down there and I stay up here," You smirked at him as you sat up and straddled his waist. He let out a gasp as you rolled your hips against his, brushing your clothed center along the length of his bulge.

You continued to rock your hips you guided Namor's hands beneath your top to cup your breasts. When he rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingers you grinded more firmly. You both moaned breathily as he helped you out of your shirt. Namor sat up and pulled your chest flush to his as he captured your lips.

His hunger was apparent now. The way he nipped at your lips and thrust his tongue into your mouth was making wetness flood between your legs. When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you threw your head back in ecstasy.

"You sound so beautiful, in reina. Hearing you let go while I bring you pleasure. This is how I will love you. This is how I will show you for as long as you let me," Namor whispered his devotions between kisses to your breasts, collar and neck. You cradled his head to your chest, nails trailing through his hair as you rocked against his lap.

"Let me touch you where you need it most, in yakunaj," Namor pleaded for permission and you replied with a strangled affirmation. When his hand slipped between your legs, shoved your underwear aside, and started teasing your clit you moaned his name. You could hear how wet you were from the sound of his fingers teasing your folds and then dipping into your pussy. "Will you love me like this too, my queen? Will you always be this wet for me?"

You mewled as he thrust his fingers into you. You had never felt this way with anyone. As if all your nerve endings were keyed in to every move he made. You were overwhelmed with him. You captured his lips in answer, thrusting your hips against his hand.

"You have all of me, Namor, K'uk'ulkan, in ajawo, in yakunaj," At the use of the epithet you had never said back to him, Namor met your gaze. The softness and affection and desire in his eyes took your breath away. You kissed him, pouring all your trust and care and love into the meeting of lips and tongue. You whispered, "Take me, my love."

Your hands squeezed between the two of you. You found his cock straining against his shorts which were damp from your grinding. You moved his hands and he helped you push his shorts down to release his throbbing cock. Namor laid down at the command of your hand on his chest. His hands found your hips and his eyes did not leave your own as you guided him to your arousal coated center.

You braced yourself with one hand on his chest as you slowly took him inside of you. The both of you gasped and groaned as you fully seated yourself on his hips. He pulled you down to kiss him as you tentatively started to move your hips. Kisses were interrupted by moans as he guided you and built a steady pace. You grappled at his shoulders as he thrust upward impossibly deeper.

You were cheek to cheek as you moved your hips to the rhythm he set, stealing kisses between gasps of pleasure. Nothing mattered now. You were in bed with your husband, taking pleasure and giving it. You admitted to the feelings of love that were bubbling up inside of you so quickly and unexpectedly. Namor, this mighty and cruel king, with eyes soft and touches adoring was yours and you were his.

"In ajawo, I'm close, please," You were nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Overwhelmed by the adoration and the look in his eyes when he pushed you to sit up.

"In reina, show me how you cum," His voice was rough with desire as he thrust into you, the angle making your clit rock against him. You gripped the hands on your hips and squeezed them as your orgasm crested. Namor did not stop his thrusting as you moaned and screamed with the intensity of your pleasure. The wetness between you slickened further as you leant back down to his chest.

Namor held you close as he continued thrusting. The stuttering of his hips was all you needed to know that he was soon going to fill you. You grabbed his face and said against his lips, "Make me yours, K'uk'ulkan. Give me your heir, my love."

Namor practically roared as he came. The heat of his seed inside of you and dripping out from where you were joined was oddly comforting as you both lay limp and satiated. You were both delirious, panting, and unwilling to move. Namor made to move you but you held fast.

He chuckled; deeply, tiredly, but happily. "My love, we should clean up and rest."

You looked up at him with your chin on his chest, "Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"

Namor was amused. He tilted his head in thought then replied, "Nothing urgent. Why?"

"Then we can stay this way and clean up in the morning. I would like to have a bath with my husband, but I would also like to lay here and languish in the evidence of our successful first night as husband and wife," You eyed him suggestively.

"So you have no plan of removing yourself from my cock?" Namor asked, grinding up gently, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

"Not yet. Who knows? Maybe we won't have to worry about an heir if one is sired tonight," You teased him.

"Do you really wish to carry a child?" Namor asked, running his hand up and down your arm in an absentminded caress.

"Isn't that what queens do?" You quipped, nuzzling into him.

"A queen is more than an incubator," Namor insisted.

"But it's expected," You replied, eyes growing heavy as a yawn escaped your mouth.

"I will have you again in the morning, even if you have already fallen with child," Namor said before he too yawned.

"I expect you to," You replied, drifting off to sleep. Namor had no other response as he also fell asleep, clinging to you, married to you, already loving you.

...

In Wakanda, a day after the wedding, a council meeting was called. They were enraged at what M'baku had allowed at the wedding.

"Do you want the people of Talokan to think we support such violence when the Black Panther was gracious enough to spare their King when he too deserved death for his crimes?" One of the council members shot at M'baku forcefully.

Another council member joined, "Do you not think it is an omen to have such blood shed at a wedding? Do we even want this alliance at all?"

"Talokan is strong, we know that, and we cannot be so naive to think that the rest of the world will not eventually come for our vibranium," A female council member sagely added.

"But to encourage such violence? M'baku there should have been proper recourse, a trial, that was unnecessarily cruel," The oldest council member added with a tinge of sadness.

"Unnecessary?" M'baku scoffed, "You would have that filth live after they attempted to kill her in front of us? That was not only treason to Talokan but to Wakanda. They attempted to kill a child of Jabariland. If they had been Wakandan I would have killed them myself."

"Do you hear yourself?!" Shuri finally stood, stepping forward from her place to the side of the council. "You allowed a murder! Encouraged it!"

M'baku stood and faced her, "Do not act holier than thou Princess. You may not have had it in you to kill K'uk'ulkan when you should have. Don't be jealous that I didn't hesitate to protect my own, when you couldn't!"

"You are out of line and have been since you took the throne. Allowing you to rise to power was my mistake," Shuri said solemnly. She eyed the council and sized up M'baku. "I didn't want to do this. But I, the Black Panther, challenge you, M'baku, King of Wakanda for my rightful place as queen."

"Shuri, you cannot defeat me without the powers of the Black Panther," M'baku replied, eyeing the genius woman that he considered a sister.

"We will see. I will not stand by as you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement. Tomorrow I will take the throne back from you, by force," With those parting words Shuri left the council chamber. No one spoke. No one argued. M'baku looked around at the members.

"She has every right to challenge me for the title. It is in her blood, the blood of Bashenga. But one on one, with no powers, she stands no chance," M'baku voiced to the room.

"She is stronger than ever," Okoye spoke, surprising the council, "It is not my place, M'baku, but before this devolves consider that the throne, this palace, has been her home since birth. In her eyes, the legacy of her family sits on her shoulders."

"What are you saying, Okoye?" M'baku asked, ignoring the expectant looks from the council.

"Abdicate the throne. It is that or one of you will die tomorrow. She will go into that fight and show you that she too can show no mercy," Okoye explained.

"Then one of us will die," M'baku said bluntly then waved a dismissal to the council who were speechless.

...

You sat with Namor's head in your lap, hair still damp from the bath. You had spent the last day and night together in bed enjoying each other and not thinking about the outside world. You both only wore robes as there hadn't been much need for anything more unless a maid was dropping off food.

"In yakunaj, do you think I could become like your people?" You asked, tracing the bridge of his nose as he popped a grape into his mouth.

"Our people, in reina. What do you mean become like them?" Namor asked, sitting up feeling that this was an important conversation.

"The way that your mother and the other Talokanil took the potion to become what they are. Do you think I could do that?" You reasoned, "I don't know how it works but it should be the same right. We just have to mix the potion and I can become like them."

"There are a few problems with that. One, that recipe has been lost to time. Two, I do not want you to change. If this is because of the traitors I beg you to remove them from your mind," He grasped your hands tightly, "No one will hurt you, I promise."

"But they are right. How can I be Queen when I cannot even spend time there? Their misgivings are not unfounded, my love. They may have been extreme but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them didn't continue to resent me," You added thoughtfully.

Namor cupped your cheek, a fierceness in his eyes, "If they wish to share the same fate as that other traitor they will voice their opinions. But no one will harm you and you do not need to be among them if they wish to be so disrespectful."

The ferocity of his rage and protectiveness was unsurprising. You kissed his palm and you watched the stress melt away.

"You're getting bristly again, my love. I know this is a sore subject but we should consider a way for me to be part of the people the way a queen should. Maybe develop a better suit or see if Shuri can bio-engineer an herb," You rattled off.

"You would do that?" Namor asked, taking your hand. He was looking at you thoughtfully, as if he was surprised by the measures you were willing to take.

"This may not have been the original plan. But I'm not going to half ass being the queen of a powerful nation next to a god-like husband. I want the Talokanil to respect me and trust me. It will take time to earn it but I can do it," You finished confidently, munching on some fruit. There was an oddly bitter taste to the familiar berry but you paid it no mind. One of the maids had said they were a special harvest for fertility. Who were you to send back a gift just because it was an acquired taste.

"Sour?" Namor asked as he finally stood up and began dressing.

"Bitter," You replied following suit.

"Bare with it, in yakunaj, at least we can say that the maids and farmers are already favoring you. Even I am not allowed to try that fruit as it is reserved for the 'queen to ensure an heir'." Namor chuckled as he pulled some shorts and a longer tunic with open sides.

"That's why I'm eating it, in ajawo. Otherwise I would leave it on my plate the way I do with eggplants," You grimaced at the thought of the purple vegetable. You donned similar clothing to your husband. Shorts, a thick bandeau top, and a lighter cloak-like tunic that was open in the front.

As if you had been doing it all your lives, you helped the other with jewelry, arm and leg adornments, sandals, and for you, braids. Once dressed you stood in front of the obsidian mirror, Namor standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to him. Although your clothes were simple, the vibranium jewelry told of your status. You smiled at your reflections, wondering how you could be so content when your life was completely different than it had been almost two weeks ago.

There was a knock at the entrance way and Namor called out for them to enter. You were both surprised to see Attuma's hulking form rush in.

"What is it?" Namor asked, already feeling the tension.

"The Princess has challenges M'baku for the throne of Wakanda. They are nearly at Warrior Falls now to fight for the crown," Attuma hastily informed the royals.

"No," You breathed out, "We have to stop them."

"It is within her rights to fight for the throne that she allowed him to have," Namor tried to reason, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Namor, you don't get it. One of them will die! Shuri will not yield now, not after all she has been through. And Baku? Either he will defend his honor or he will let her kill him. After all that has happened these past couple weeks, those are the only outcomes. They must be stopped," You implored him.

...

M'baku dodged a swift thrust and twirl of Shuri's spear. She had already cut his leg and torn a gash into his back. Without her Black Panther powers he had thought she would be an easy foe, but he had underestimated her. Shuri was faster and more blood thirsty than he had ever seen her. There was rage in her eyes and pain that M'baku knew his own mirrored.

"You've become a decent warrior since your brother's passing, he would be proud," M'baku spoke. The brotherly tone he reserved for her was gone. He had told himself he would make her regret challenging him, but it finally occurred to him that he may lose the throne. The only thing he really had left to lose.

"You don't deserve to talk about my brother," Shuri shot back as she landed a hard punch into M'baku's side, making him stumble. "He would be ashamed that he trusted you if he saw what you've done."

"I did what was necessary!" M'baku roared as he tackled Shuri into the water.

"Was violating your dearest friend necessary?!" Shuri shot back, hitting an internal wound that made M'baku see red.

They tumbled and fought for dominance and when he had her pinned to the ground he met her eyes and saw a different set looking back at him. Suddenly, his mind flashed to darkness, being in bed, laying on top of someone and holding them down. His ears rang with cries and pleas for help.

Shuri took her moment and palmed a sharp rock and stabbed it into M'baku's shoulder as she leveraged him off of herself. He yelled as she twisted the rock and pushed him to the ground. M'baku was shaking the memories from his mind, anger and disgust bubbling up within himself. Shuri stood above him with a sword in her hand, swinging from over her head.

It was like time stood still as he watched her heavy blade swing through the air. Shuri, his adopted sister, angry tears leaking from her eyes as she lent the killing blow. Shuri who should have taken the throne to begin with. Shuri who was the Black Panther and the rightful ruler of Wakanda. Shuri who needed to release this rage before it consumed her.

M'baku closed his eyes.

"No Shuri!" Your familiar voice rang out as Namor dropped you from the air and you landed just in time to stop Shuri's blade with your own.

Shuri roared and broke the connection of your blades before lifting her own to point at you. Namor dropped down next to you but stood in a defensive position. "You shouldn't have come. This has nothing to do with you. These are Wakandan affairs!"

"These are family affairs, Shuri. Did you think that my marrying into Talokan would stop me from protecting my family?" You shot back. Your hands were shaking with emotion but you ignored it.

"You have interrupted a sacred ceremony. Or have you already forgotten our traditions in the face of new ones involving barbaric sacrifice?" Shuri raged.

"Like this is any better? Shuri, please, we can talk this out. There doesn't need to be any blood shed," You tried to appease her, lowering your weapon. Behind you Namor helped M'baku to his feet.

"According to the rules of ritual combat, outside intervention in favor of one candidate is cause for forfeit. M'baku son of the Jabari Tribe, you have forfeited your right to the throne. Shuri, daughter of T'chaka, the Black Panther, you are now queen of Wakanda," A council member's voice boomed across the cliffs.

"Wait! No that isn't fair," You pleaded. You turned to M'baku who shook his head.

"They are right. You saved me from certain death but I lose the crown. It is how it has always been," M'baku's voice was weary and blood dripped from his body and mixed with the water.

"Shuri," You turned to the new queen who was already gathering her weapons, "Were you really going to kill M'baku?"

When Namor had flown you towards the falls you had been surprised to see the rage and blood lust that your two friends displayed. It sent shivers down your spine and made you cling to your husband. The king had encouraged you to watch the fight unravel, explaining to you that the two needed to release their pent up pain and grief. But at the sight of Shuri about to kill M'baku, you had immediately went to his defense.

"You are welcome to come to the medi-bay in my lab to get cleaned up. M'baku will need some medical attention," Shuri avoided your question and led the way.

"Shuri, this isn't like you," You called out to her. You ignored the dizziness that was blurring your vision.

Shuri turned to look at you, scoffing at first but then looking concerned. You met her gaze just as you blacked out.

...

You woke in the medi-bay, groggy, with an IV and a monitor stuck to your chest. You ripped everything off, setting off a soft alarm as you sat up on the examination table. You had a headache and your mouth was dry but you felt decently rested and the bitter taste in your mouth that had lingered since breakfast was finally gone.

Namor ran into the room and took you into his arms. He peppered your face with kisses and checked you over, "In reina, you need to rest. Why did you take off the monitors?"

"Namor, what happened? Why am I here?" You asked as the King helped you back onto the table.

Shuri appeared, lab coat and casual clothes on, like she hadn't just won the crown, "The Talokanil are still after your life. Someone tried to poison you before you were even married a week."

"Wait, who would do that? The ones serving us, you trusted them," You turned to Namor who looked guilty and ashamed.

"I did and I shouldn't have. They have already been dealt with. Namora and Attuma sent word yesterday that the one's responsible were sentenced to death for treason. In yakunaj, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should have been more careful," Namor held your hands in his and bent his head down in shame.

"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" You looked between Shuri and Namor.

"It's been four days since the ritual combat. M'baku is fine. He has taken a voluntary banishment to Jabariland for the foreseeable futue," Shuri replied, answering your unasked question.

"Four days? Banishment?" You mumbled to yourself.

"The poison was in the fruit that was brought to us that morning. The one I wasn't allowed to eat. I never thought they would go that far," Namor cupped your face and the slight watering of his eyes tore at your heart.

You pressed your forehead to his and gripped his hands, "I am alright, in ajawo. I feel fine, whatever they did didnt' work."

"It didn't work because you happened to be here in Wakanda and one of the Dora who's expertise is in poisons recognized your symptoms. If she hadn't been able to treat you as quickly as she had you would be dead," Shuri spoke bluntly as she looked down upon you. Her eyes roamed your joined hands and the obvious intimacy with the Talokan King.

"And we will forever be in your debt. I do not know what would have happened if we hadn't been here in Wakanda," Namor had stood and was bowing to the Princess who only made a fist at her side.

"Do you care about her Namor?" Shuri was blunt, her tone severe.

Namor was taken aback at the vitriol but replied honestly, "I love her."

"You would do anything for the people you love, right Namor?" Shuri asked, glancing at you as you sat up.

"I would. What do you really want to ask?" Namor felt his stomach sinking as he watched Shuri approach you. She examined you and you let her.

"She is healthy and safe now but you cannot guarantee to me that one of ours, that my friend will be safe in your care. That much has been made obvious. Truthfully, and you know this, I didn't want an alliance between Wakanda and Talokan. So I ask you, Namor, King of Talokan, for the safety of the one you love and her future, will you annul this marriage to maintain the alliance?" Shuri's question left you both speechless.

"Shuri, what are you talking about?" You asked, now scared of what the new Queen of Wakanda had in mind. "Our marriage was made to maintain the alliance."

"Under M'baku it was. But now the conditions have changed. To ensure your safety I will not let him take you. That was M'baku's last request of me before he took his banishment. He said to make sure you were safe and that you would not be harmed again," Shuri paced slowly, "That is why, Namor, to ensure that Wakanda and Talokan remain allies, we request the return of our own. This farce of a marriage will end and your people can go about their lives without worrying about the surface. Unless, of course, war comes for either of us and we will aid each other."

Namor was silent, his jaw clenched as he watched the Princess pace languidly. He turned to you with a stormy look on his face, that dissipated as he took in the sight of you, remembering why you were brought there. The King stepped closer and took your hands in his, "In reina, the princess, no, the Queen is right."

"In yakunaj, don't say that," You held his face in your hands and then turned to Shuri, "This isn't right."

"What isn't right is that your life has been in jeopardy twice since you married less than a week ago," Shuri snapped.

"That wasn't his fault!" You ground out in frustration, standing from the hard bed.

Shuri stepped forward, raising a hand to stop Namor who tried to speak, "The great K'uk'ulkan, the man who nearly wiped out Wakanda and killed my mother! His job was to protect you and he couldn't. This is your out. You never wanted to get married, I know you. You wanted to live freely and explore the outreaches and make your mark. Not languish away in the ocean in a country that hates you and a king you don't love!"

"But I do love him!" You yelled, tears fell quickly after. "I do love him, Shuri. It doesn't make sense but I do. I want to be his queen. I want to be his wife, even if I'm in danger."

Namor moved forward and embraced you, kissing your temple and whispering words of comfort and love. Shuri looked on, surprised at the tenderness and the resolution in your words. Her eyes hardened.

"Then I suggest you go and don't come back," Shuri backed away and turned towards the doors, "Namor can return for diplomatic meetings and planning, but you are banished from Wakanda. Stay in the ocean where you so wish to be. Leave my lab and go straight back to your new home. You are no longer a part of Wakanda."

"Shuri," You breathed out, shocked.

"Leave. When I can forgive you for abandoning your home I will send word. But do not expect it to be soon," Then she left through the doors.

"In reina," Namor whispered as your legs gave out and he caught you. Your sobs rang out through the medi-bay.

...

There's an epilogue coming as well.

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R, S, and U for the fanfic ask game💗💗💗 Hope you're having a great day!

R: as far as fanfic writers (she’s a writer in general) but @uzumaki-rebellion is definitely and inspiration and I love @muse-of-mbaku as well!!!

S: I am obsessed with enemies to lovers and slow burns 😍 give me a mixture of things (fluff, angst, smut)

U: @uzumaki-rebellion because she’s an amazing storyteller! @hearteyes-for-killmonger because she’s so creative! She can take a plot and run with it! @muse-of-mbaku she pulls at your heart strings.

Hope you had a great day ❤️

[stargirlfics]

mbaku fanfic also needs to b a thing bc he’s so fucking fine

Truly because the way I know he could blow your back out so good….r.i.p 🤲🏾 he’s so sexy for what!

#m’baku #winston duke #asks

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I posted 745 times in 2022

73 posts created (10%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Because I got some writing done, I decided to do a two-for-one special regarding my MC’s for @the-kingshound demo release

On the left is Gwenvaël; he/him, 6′5″, stoic, reserved and in control. I’m thinking he’s gonna be my main Arthur romancer, slow burn style.

On the right is Gwenhael; she/her, 4′11″, emotional, open, but fierce. Because I adore height romances, I’m thinking she’ll be with Yniol or this will be an Arthur/Gwyar poly romance. 

27 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#4

I know I’m not active all the time on here, and what I’m about to suggest could imply me leaving the BP fandom and Tumblr community for good (I ain’t never leaving 💀). However with BP: Wakanda Forever coming to theaters in like 9 days, and me getting hella into sims 4 again, I was thinking of writing a Black Panther story but in the sims 4 game? We could make it a BP community event too? Since it’s a large country with lots of culture. Also if y’all don’t play sims 4, then sims 3? Featuring casual gameplay screenshots of rocking T’Challa’s world, being besties with Nakia, or storytelling from anyone interested? @tallulahchanel @muse-of-mbaku @bakarilennox @supremethunda (It’s forreal an open invite, anyone can join)

27 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

Got home and I was so exhausted, I just showered and fell into bed pretty much immediately. However, I’m up for now and I decided to actually get to making these character Picrews like I said (in reality I said moodboard but I’m tired--). 

1.) Ri’en The Mistaken Divine

I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now

My Elementalist. Sweet as sugar and protective of Shian, Ri’en casually adopted the homunculus, (or were they surprise kidnapped?) and escaped the facility with Ae-ri. Compassionate, humble, stoic and cautious, she fully plans to disappear from the world at first opportunity. It’s nice to be alive once again, but she’s done her part for humanity. 

Honestly, I think I ship her with Frieda. 

2.) Sirius The Eldritch Elder

Oh, my love What have I done? There's nowhere left for us to run And now I'm standing in the sunlight And I can't bear the sight of you

My Blood wielder. Stoic and proud, merciless and bold, but apathetic, he’s taken Shian with him from the facility, uncertain of his feelings regarding the fact that his heart resides in the homunculus. Literally lost control of his Abyssal form, chomped Amaryllis’ arm, and killed everyone except Ae-ri (the massive loss of control has this boy shook). Regardless of anything, it’s imperative that the child is protected, lest he expire again. 

I ship him with Meidh. 

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42 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#2

People on my posts tryna argue with me. //They deleted the comments because I’m spreading the truth

Legit reblogging and complaining in the comments, and thinking I’ll be quiet.💀 I can do this all day but I won’t since I have work in a couple hours. It still entertains me that they keep reiterating the same thing. Fanfics are literally created for this sole reason: if you disagree with what canon is, you can change it. I know some of y’all clearly enjoy complaining because the creators aren’t doing exactly what you the fans are wanting them to do but you know what that’s called?? 

Entitlement. 

This is a story that they write for themselves and we as fans get to enjoy it for free. It is not a group project. It’s a visual novel, some plot points are going to remain the same no matter how much you cry and ponder sending anon hate over. It is not an IF game where your choices actually can change the story, that is the difference. 

Here you go @trashy-corvian since you made a statement about free games. This list consists of IFs and VNs. Remember, don’t send anon hate; that’s 2013 funsies <333

Magician’s Voyage @magiciansvoyage

Honor Amongst Thieves @leoneliterary

Fell Star @fell-star-if

Sinner and Saints @sinnersandsaints-linwrites

College Tennis: Origins Story @allieebobo

College Craze @prettyinkgames/https://www.patreon.com/prettyink

When The Night Comes @https://lunarisgames.itch.io/wtnc

Cute Demon Crashers @https://sugarscript.itch.io/cute-demon-crashers

Our Life: Beginning and Always @gb-patch

When Twilight Strikes @evertidings

but wait, there’s more 😊😊😊: ya just have to look for them.

53 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Spoilers for Andromeda Six episode 6 under the cut. Don’t read if you ain’t finished and can’t handle an opinion.

Truth be told, I think I annoyed myself going in the a6 tag, expecting something different. I was tricked yet again. Some people would be happy Nerissa stayed dead???????? Her being alive erases us from the narrative? 

...Wut?

Did y’all forget that big ass post the creators made awhile ago saying that this is not a romance game? It’s mainly geared towards sci-fi and action/adventure, maybe with a dash slice of life and found family trope sprinkled throughout. That’s the whole reason the Traveler exists, that is the point of the story. The players getting to smooch the cute characters occasionally and get close is fan service and the story reads fine without any of that in there, regardless. 

So what the real problem is? 

I think y’all want Nerissa to be dead so y’all characters can be king/queen/ruler of the galaxy which is everybody’s dream, of course. There’s no guarantee that won’t happen anyway??? The FAQ suggested like 10 episodes, who knows, she could actually kick the bucket and die, Wanderlust could give us choices that lead to her being hurt, etc. and our Travelers still end up ruling anyway. 

If y’all don’t see foreshadowing with how the tyrant king became ruler after his family died, to the situation with the Traveler and Nerissa being put in similar situations, I don’t know what to tell you. 

103 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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My Wakanda Forever Review

Spoilers under the cut!!!!

First of all can I just say the tears were falling from my eyes, the tribute given to Chadwick Boseman was absolutely beautiful, from the silent marvel opening to the gorgeous funeral it was just all two real and for someone whos grandma died the same day from the same dease it just brought me too tears. Putting my own life aside the absolute beauty of wakanda was breathtaking, while the first movie will always be near and dear too our hearts just having a closer look at the country of wakanda was truly impressive and something we didn’t preaveoulsy get to see. Oh and don’t get me started of the absolute brilliance of Talokan, so shiny! Now fangirling over detailed locals aside Ryan Coogler really took this franchise by the horns and made something of the less than ideal circumstances. The entier movie was just so well written and was very accurate (as he could be) to the comics I used to read, And I know I know The supposed romances between several characters felt real unfortunately it’s just shipping dreams, I mean the hunky indigenous king of talokan and the brainy yet beautiful queen of wakanda, Someone give me that Fanfic! But because of the circumstances in the movie I doubt that that ship will ever come to fruition. The introduction of riri williams was amazing (also just wat to point out that the actual government didn’t even pay her for her work, typical!) Idc what the men who watch the movies feel more black girls in stem is a win to me. Oh and queen ramonda was truly amazing showing her might infront of the UN Litreally Chills. Once again accompanied with an amazing soundtrack.

All and All this was a beautiful tribute to a great man, amazing storytelling, Namors Pecs and Mbaku’s thighs made for a wonderful viewing experience.

100000/10 would watch again 

Thanks for reading

Yours Truly,

Afro

P.s, RIP Chadwick

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I speak poetically into the void

‘Letters for the Legendary Njadaka Udaku’ , he whisper shouts into the slightly stale air of the outside in aghanistan.  

Yea my nigga...I told u they fucking love you down there. Rod says indredously.  

Read it! Read it!  

OUT LOUD!! *A voice booms from Space* 

Letters for the Legendary Njadaka Udaku,  

You make me blush in revolutionary  

The gleam in your eyes at the close proxcimity of the tip 

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-of a knife, I  

Couldn’t help but moan out loud...or whatever them fanfic writers say... 

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To say I had to mourn you would be an understatement, in the same sense you’re an under-statement  

Of what idk even to this day- 

Why they always trynna mark you out like that  

Like malcom- what is the outcome 

How cum? 

[le fin]

@bakarilennox @muse-of-mbaku thank you for the inspiration and making me get my happy ass up and share my work!

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