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#t'challa x erik
paisholotus · 5 months
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Meant To Be
Shuri x black reader
Summary: "I'll never leave you again, my love"
Warning Strong Language, Death, Smut.
Translations: Sthandwa(My Love) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" ( I Love You Too) Ndithathe ukumkanikazi wam ( Take Me My Queen) Umhle kakhulu, Kumkanikazi wam ( You're So Beautiful, My Queen) Shuri ukumkanikazi wam ( Shuri, my Queen) Yintoni eyenzekayo (what's going on) Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone ( there's something you need to see) Kwenzeke ntoni (what's happened) Umntu uhlambe elunxwemeni, uKumkanikazi wam ( someone washed up on the beach , my Queen) Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani? ( Do we know who?) Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam ( it is your wife) Umfazi wam ( My Queen) Ukumkanikazi wam omhle ( My beautiful Queen) Uyaphila ( he lives ) Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam (I missed you, my Queen) Usana lwam ihobe ( My baby dove)
Requested by: @purplecandyocean
A/N: This is inspired by the song Stay Ready & Love Scene by Jhene & Joe. This MF IS LONG! So I'm sorry in advance, but I hope y'all enjoy. 🩵
Narrative
Riri was helping Shuri with a new project, which apparently was to benefit the border tribe. The lab was deafeningly quiet. Riri has been in Wakanda on spring break for a month and will return home in two weeks.
 
She realizes Shuri is acting a little down today; she hasn't spoken anything to her all day. She hasn't pressed Shuri to say anything, but she is becoming concerned.
 
"You ok, bro?" Riri asked Shuri.
Shuri nodded and returned her gaze to the tools on the table. 
Riri nodded hesitantly and gazed down at Shuri's necklace. It was a necklace made of crystal. Riri noted that Shuri always wore it and had never seen her take it off. 
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"What's that necklace? It's almost as if it's shining. Is it made of vibranium?" Riri asked Shuri.
Shuri smiled affectionately as she gazed down at the necklace. She squeezed it in her hand, observing the various hues reflecting off her hand. 
 
"Yeah, something like that." Shuri's voice drifted off. 
Riri interpreted this as Shuri's refusal to talk. Riri took the tools and went back to work. 
 
Shuri returned her attention to Riri, saying, "My wife made it for me." She said quietly.
 
Riri looked at Shuri with a surprised expression on her face.
 
"YOU WERE MARRIED!?" Riri screamed.
Shuri laughed at Riri's shocked face and nodded.
"How come you've never told me?" Riri asked Shuri.
 
Shuri frowned again, rubbing the crystal between her fingers. 
 
"It's difficult for me to talk about her. I could go on and on about my family, but Y/N....it just aches." She said, while holding tears in her eyes and looking at Riri.
 
Riri nodded and expressed regret for bringing it up. Shuri shook her head and stated that she was not bothered. 
 
"I apologize for being so distant today. Because it is my anniversary, I've been missing her even more." Shuri informed Riri.
Riri assured her they didn't have to discuss it any more if she didn't want to. 
 
"No, it's fine. "I'd like to tell you about her." She stated. 
 
"She made this necklace for me. I can communicate with her, and the glowing means she's safe. It will change colors based on her mood. When the blip occurred and everyone else came back, she didn't, including my brother and cousin. The necklace is now basically every color. But the glowing gives me hope that she's still alive." 
Riri's eyes welled up as she listened to Shuri. Shuri basically lost everyone she loved.
"Can you tell me some more stuff about her?" Riri asked. 
Shuri offered her a tearful smile as she glanced at her. 
"Of course." 
"She sounds amazing," Riri said, as Shuri finished telling her about Y/N. "I know, that's why I married her" Shuri proudly said, but her smile quickly faded. "I miss her," She said. Shuri didn't want to burden her problems and worries onto Riri, even though they were friends, talking about Y/N was dreadfully painful.
"Well, even though you can't communicate with her anymore, your necklace still glows. So maybe she'll come back one day. My grandmother used to say, life ain't nothing without faith. So you gotta continue to have faith that she'll come back, good things that are made for us always comes back." Riri told shuri softly grabbing on her hand.
Shuri gave Riri a small smile and quietly thanked her squeezing her hand back. Shuri dropped their hands and told Riri she'll finish the project tomorrow. She told Riri to shut down the lab for her, she was going to call it a night.
As shuri walks down the palace halls, heading to her room, it gets quieter, she thought of the happy days. The day Shuri and Y/N got married. It was in secret, Shuri proposed to Y/N on the beach, it was absolutely beautiful. Shuri was the oldest 16 and Y/N 15. Their marriage was in secret because both of their parents would not of approve of them marrying so young, but their love was strong and Shuri knew she would never want to be with anyone else.
Shuri walked into her room, walking straight into the bathroom to do her nightly hygiene routine. After she was done, she lotioned up and put on her pajamas. She honestly felt mentally tired. She was sick of coming to an empty room night after night. She looked towards her closet and walked in, walking all the way to the back, were Y/N's clothes in boxes.
She opened the box and pulled out one Y/N's shirts, bringing it out of the closet, and walked towards her dresser which held all of Y/N's favorite perfumes. She sprayed the perfume on the shirt and held it up to her nose. She smiled softly at the smelled, the thought of getting rid of your belongings has never and will never cross her mind, this is all she has left of Y/N.
Shuri turns off the lights and gets into bed. She places the shirt over one of the pillows, and hugs it, taking in the scent. Oh, how she wishes Y/N would come back to her. She wishes her whole family back. Of course she has Nakia, her nephew, Okoye, and now Riri.
But, it wasn't the same. She lost everyone. Shuri clutched the pillow tighter as she silently cried herself to sleep.
 
-Time Skip-
Okoye dashed through the corridors of the palace, heading toward Shuri's room.
"Shuri! ukumkanikazi wam!" With tears in her eyes, she let out a cry and pushed open her doors.
 
Startled out of sleep, Shuri gazed at Okoye with a worried expression on her face.
"Yintoni eyenzekayo?" She asked Okoye.
"Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone." She says. 
With the Dora Milaje after them, Okoye and Shuri dashed through the palace's halls and out the palace.
Shuri turned on her suit and dashed over to the scene. The shore. 
Though that was not the case, Shuri mistook it for Namor returning.
 
"Kwenzeke ntoni?" Shuri asked, as Okoye stopped her from walking on the beach.
"Umntu othile wahlamba elunxwemeni." Okoye said, lowly.
Shuri nodded and moved aside only for Okoye to move back in front of her.
Shuri showed her face deactivating her suit, looking at the General suspiciously. "Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani?" Shuri asked her.
Okoye opened her mouth but nothing came out, she continued to take uneven breaths looking at Shuri who was losing patience.
Shuri took a good look at the General. Her cheeks was wet and her eyes were red. 'Has she been crying?' Shuri thought. Shuri tried to move around the General but Okoye moved in front of her once again.
"Okoye, you tell me what's going on, right now!" Shuri demanded staring the General in the eyes.
"We know who it is. Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam." Okoye said, slowly her eye's tearing up.
Shuri ran past Okoye instinctively. She was running down the beach like a crazy person when she noticed Ayo and Aneka trying to revive Y/N, who was unconscious on the damp sand. 
 
Shuri slid into the sand close to Y/N's body, placing Y/N's head on her lap. 
 
"LOVE, PLEASE GET UP! DON'T DO THIS!" Shuri begged Y/N. She gazed at the bright red kimoyo beads on your breast, which indicated that it couldn't detect Y/N's pulse. 
 
Shuri removed her necklace and noticed that it had stopped glowing. 
 
 "HAYI! NCEDA UNGAYENZI LE NTO, MNTWANA! BUYELA KUM! ANDINAKUPHULUKANA NAWE!" Shuri screamed. Her hot tears fell on Y/N's face. 
 
The kimoyo beads then became green, prompting Y/N to cough up the water.  
 
Shuri quickly turned Y/N over to her side as she violently coughed up the water. When Y/N finally coughed up the water, Shuri turned her on her back again, pulled her up to her chest, and clutched onto her. 
 
Shuri cried into the side of Y/N's neck, thanking Bast for giving you back to her. Shuri moved her head from Y/N's neck and leaned down, pressing a small kiss to her lips. 
 
"My Queen, maybe we should take her back to the palace so she can get looked at." Okoye said. 
 
Shuri nodded and picked up Y/N, carrying her bridal style back to the palace.
-Time Skip-
Shuri observed Y/N, who was still unconscious, breathing steadily. She leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing back the dark curls in her eyes. 
 
Shuri couldn't believe she was looking at her wife like this. She was still alive and well. Shuri hadn't seen Y/N in two years, and she was experiencing overwhelming emotions right now.
 
Shuri turned to gaze at Okoye, who was walking over from talking with Ayo. 
 
"How did this happen?" Shuri asked.
 
"A couple said that they saw Y/N wash up on the beach but didn't know who exactly she was until they got people to inform the Dora." She said quietly.
 
"When I got there and I got a good look at her, I knew then that was Y/N." She said, while looking down at Y/N and smiling. 
 
When Shuri turned her head and saw Riri stroll into the room in her pajamas, the moment came to a halt. 
 
"What in the hell is going on? I heard yelling and a lot of running. Did something happen?" She asked, concernedly approaching Shuri.
 
Shuri returned her gaze to her wife with a sweet smile. 
 
"Who's That?" Riri asked. 
 
Shuri returned Riri's gaze with tears in her eyes.
 
"This...is Y/N. Umfazi wam." She remarked, happily beaming. 
 
Riri raised her head at Shuri before returning her gaze to Y/N.
 
'This is her?' Riri pondered. 
"She's beautiful." Riri said.
 
Shuri glanced triumphantly at Y/N and Riri, stating, "Yes, she is. Ukumkanikazi wam omhle." 
 
"AYE!" Everyone turned their heads, and what they saw made their hearts drop. 
 
"Does someone want to fucking tell me why T and I just came out of the fucking ocean?!" 
 
Shuri audibly gasped as she placed her hands over her mouth. 
"N'Jadaka......brother." 
 
Okoye smiled as she stared at T'challa through tears. "Uyaphila." She stated proudly. 
 
Shuri dashed over to Erik and T'challa, wrapping her arms around them both and sobbing.
 
T'challa and Erik clung to Shuri as they sank to the ground. She wailed, clutching them even tighter, as if they might vanish again. 
 
They held onto Shuri while she cried till she couldn't anymore, and the only thing that came out were her hiccups. 
 
T'challa and Erik stepped back to get a better look at Shuri. T'challa had expressed her desire to cut her hair while smiling at her with tears in his eyes. While Erik stated that it suited her.
 
T'challa gazed around, noticing the Dora, Okoye, Y/N on the medical bed, and Riri, whom he didn't know. But who he didn't see was his mother.
 
T'challa returned his gaze to Shuri and asked where their mother was.
 
Shuri's lips quivered as more tears streamed down her cheeks. She started telling them everything. Everything down to the smallest detail. When she returned from the blip, the three of them didn't. 
 
She told them about Namor and what transpired in America, as well as her attempt to bring Riri to Wakanda and her capture by the Talokan. She told them of their mother's death and that M'baku is now King of Wakanda, and she is Queen and Black Panther. 
 
She told them everything that had transpired up until tonight. 
 
T'challa and Erik couldn't find the words to say when she finished. They were experiencing too many emotions at the same time. 
Erik had lost his aunt, and T'challa had lost his mother. M'baku reigns as King on the Thrown. And Shuri T'Challa's younger sister, Queen and Black Panther, has grown up. 
In the last two years, their country has experienced both triumph and tragedy. Erik and T'challa couldn't help but cry as they clutched Shuri. 
T'challa and Erik did express their admiration for Shuri's ability to handle things so well. Shuri thanked her brother and cousin with a warm grin. 
That is everything she has ever desired to hear. 
  -Time Skip-
"Oh my god, Shuri!" Y/N squealed, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts her off the ground and twirls her around, cradling Y/N's body in her embrace as she walks down the palace halls. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on Y/N's cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from her. “Shuri, put me down!,” she manage to utter amidst Shuri's genuine laughter, even though her pleads for her to let her go.
“Not a chance, nkoszana. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?” she tells her sincerely placing her gently back on the ground. Y/N looked shuri in her eye's with love and admiration. After Shuri told Y/N what had happened, she was heartbroken that Shuri had to go through all that. And she felt even more guilty about what happened to Queen Mother. Because maybe if she was there Ramonda would be alive, but Shuri assured her that it wasn't her fault, what happened was out of their control.
Shuri kissed Y/N, trapping her between their bedroom door as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on Y/N's neck. Y/N's hand made its way to the back of Shuri's head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses, making a moan come from her lips. Shuri's hands creep down Y/N's body, caressing her curves before her fingers slowly find their way between her legs again, causing Y/N's knees to buckle for a split second, from not being touched in so long.
Shuri was delicate in removing Y/N's clothes from her body, allowing her clothes to fall down to her ankles. Her slender fingers graced the sides of her panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged Y/N's hips and ripping them, causing a shiver to go down her spine.
"All I want to do right now is love her down (Ooh)
I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Ooh...)
We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up (Yeah)
Together we'll get lost inside the love"
“Mmm... I smell how wet you are, Sthandwa.” Shuri pressed into Y/N's clit once more, pushing loving circles into her before she made her way down to her clenching hole. Y/N felt drenched, desperate for her wife's touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, shuri was going to please her wife tonight. She's going to make up for the two years she's lost with her love.
"Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin
And replay each moment again and again and again"
She traced her fingers over your Y/N's entrance, feeling the way her pussy chased after her in desperation of release. The relentless teasing Shuri subjected Y/N to was unbearable, driving her to the edge of exhaustion as Y/N's impatience mounted, begging Shuri to put an end to it.
"Take it off, take it off, take it off till you get enough
(Whoa... whoa... whoa... whoa...)
Anyway that you like, it's okay, come and get my love
(Whoa... oh... ho... ho... yea...)"
Y/N yearned, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and Shuri desired her wife just as much as she did. For a moment, Shuri got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way Y/N's slick glistened her inner thighs, doing all this as Shuri unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her Necklace glowing, and her Panther Grillz glistening against her ebony skin. Shuri was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened Y/N's arousal, her core pulsing beneath Shuri's gaze.
"All I want to do right now is love her down (Love her down)
I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Hears a sound)
We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up
(Ooh... ooh...)
Together we'll get lost inside the love (Oh, yeah)"
Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on her knees before motioning Y/N to lay on her back and she obliges, spreading her legs, her arms cuffing under her legs. Shuri's fingers lingered above Y/N's clit, grazing them along her folds.
"Let's make a love scene (Make a love scene), steamy and
Blue (Ooh)
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene (We'll make a love scene)
Let the foreplay begin (Oh... ho...)
And replay each moment (Mmm) again and again and again
Ooh, I'm gonna keep lovin', I'm gonna keep lovin' you baby
(When the curtain drops) Oh
We won't stop (We won't stop), we won't stop"
Shuri wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through Y/N's folds, Shuri's digits getting lost in her thick, swollen pussy as Y/N feels the coolness of Shuri's rings up against her. She occasionally brushes over Y/N's clit causing her flinch every time, still sensitive from Shuri's lingering touch.
"Baby lyin' on the bed
Exotic fantasies goin' through her head
She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes
(Take four) Honey sippin' on some Chardonnay
The sex is even better when she's feeling that way"
"Are you going to be a good wife, and let me pleasure you?" Shuri asked, in a sultry tone.
Shuri's words make pounding of Y/N's core intensify, aching to be taken care of. Shuri licked a long stripe up her entrance, eliciting a sharp inhale from Y/N as she licked her lips at the taste.
"Tell me what you want, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, kissing her clit.
"Ndithabathe ukumkanikazi wam." Y/N moaned out, pressing Shuri's head closer to her entrance.
That’s all Shuri needed to hear. She lowered her head to the heaven between Y/N's thighs. She swirls her tongue around her clit, moaning as she sucks gently.
"Umhle kakhulu, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri whispered, lapping Y/N's juices as she clenched around Shuri's tongue, feeling her climax approaching.
“Bast!” Y/N cried out, throwing her head back with eyes glued shut.
Any attempt at hiding Y/N's need for Shuri was long gone now. Shuri flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, admiring the way your legs clamped over her ears as she did.
“Shuri-yam,” Y/N whined, Shuri's name dragging over her lips.
“Yes, my darling?” Shuri mutters, kitten-kissing Y/N's clit. “P-Please, k-keep going.” Y/N begged.
“Fuck! Right there, mama. Don't stop....A-almost there!” Y/N utter, releasing her grip on the sheets and replacing her grasp onto Shuri’s dark curls.
Shuri's name continued to vibrate off the walls when Y/N's release erupted through her vessel, her body shaking as she rode it out.
The queen lapped up Y/N's essence, sucking every drop that threatened to fall from her center as she moaned at the taste. "You did such a good job, my Queen." Shuri praised, leaning up to kiss Y/N's lips, so she could taste herself.
Y/N reaches her hand out to her Queen, "your turn. Let me taste you, Panther-yam."
Shuri straddles Y/N's stomach, moving her wet core back and forth.
Y/N's hand grazes through Shuri's slick folds as Y/ N's mouth waters at the thought of tasting her mama, "My face. Sit on your throne, my Queen." Y/ N insisted.
"Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri moaned, out softly.
Y/N doesn't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within her mouth's reach before going to town. Y/N start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on her tongue as she possibly can, moaning at Shuri's taste, "You taste so good, Mama." Y/N raised her other hand up and parting Shuri's folds to wrap her lips around her clit and suck.
"Girl, I'm down to take a sip from your cup
If you drink from my fountain of love (Oh, ho)
Girl I'm down to take a sip from your cup (From your cup)
If you drink from my fountain of love
'69 was a very good year (Do you remember, girl)
If you know what I mean, my dear (Ooh, baby)
'69 was a very good year (I could remember)
If you know what I mean, my dear (Let's do it over and
Over again)"
Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Bast! Yes, don't stop! Ndiyakuthanda." Moaned loudly, looking down at Y/N
"Let's make a love scene (Let's make a love scene)
Steamy and blue (Let's do it on the floor)
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene (Alright)"
"Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" Y/N responded, spitting onto Shuri’s clit. Making Shuri scream Y/N's name.
 -Time Skip-
 "We do not exist in
Any other instant"
“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Shuri's voice held Sincerity.
Shuri laid on Y/N's chest looking up in her eyes.
"Nothing, I just can't believe everything that has happened in the last two years." Y/N said, looking up at the ceiling.
Shuri turns over, sitting up on her elbows, looking down into Y/N's eyes.
"Sthandwa-Sam. I know you blame yourself, and I'm telling you not too. What happened, what I've been through was not something you could have fixed." Shuri said, pressing her forehead against Y/N's.
"Here in this dimension
You and I are meant to be"
Y/N's eyes watered as she began to cry a little. "Yeah, but you had to do it all alone. I mean yeah you had Nakia and Okoye. But you've waited two whole for me. If didn't come back I would've wanted you to move on. Find someone other than me to make you happy."
"If you just give me 24
Man, all I need is 24 hours
I promise you'll want plenty more
You'll probably be with it forever
So how does it sound, us on the ground
Giving you my love?"
“Ssshhh, Usana lwam ihobe. I was never alone I carried you with me everywhere I went. Prayed to Bast every day that you would come back to me, never giving up hope or faith. And look what happened, you came back to me. On our anniversary at that." She said, smiling down at Y/N. Making her cry even harder.
"Come to me
Come, come to me
what you've done to me
You put a gun to me
Then you brought the sun to me"
"And as for moving on. That's something I could never in my days do. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you."
"Shine like blood diamonds
Learning to have patience only 'cause you are timeless
The universe energy doesn't lie
And this chemistry is infinity at a million times
I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power
And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours"
“You reminded me everyday of what it is to be happy. And I want nothing more than to spend the end my days, waking up to your perfect face every morning. I loved you every second of my life, and that's never going to change." Shuri finished tears sliding down her cheeks.
"There's no place quite like here
There's no better time than now
You gotta stay ready
There's no place quite like here
There's no better time than now
That's why I stay ready"
"I love you Shuri." Y/N said, kissing Shuri's lips.
"We do not exist in
Any other instant
Here in this dimension
You and I are meant to be"
"I love you more, Sthandwa."
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ghostsprettymama · 1 year
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Mona Lisa.
" your wish is my command,"
A/N: my first writing hopefully a Story maybe, leave a like while u at it :3  (modern au, t'challa, shuri, and Erik have no familial relations, minor characters are mentioned but no sexual events with them.)
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warnings: peer pressure, manipulation, violence, drug use, smut, 18+ please, swearing,  oral, alcohol use. And
word count: 3,203 words 17,166 characters
Pairings | gang member ! Shuri x Black! reader, the reader having a crush since childhood.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!
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Part two. Part three.
Y/n L/n a girl with her family finally moved back to her hometown, she sure missed her old friend Shuri. Her sneaky ass was happy since she knew her friend still lived in ATL, specifically the neighborhood her family stays in.
Shit, for sure she was tired of her brother Erik's loud ass snoring, "mom can you wake him up? He's so loud!" She said, annoyed at his obnoxious snoring. He sounded like he was having the dream of his life, shit maybe you would sound like that too if your bitchass would sleep when told to😒.
"He gets that from your father, querido. Wake him up gently, i dont wanna hear his whining." (darling). your father had taken offense to the smart remark, giving your mother the side eye and a stank face. " Well, they both got your sass, and be quiet cuz ik damn well you didn't forget who was driving," he said, playing with her. Your mother put her hands 
up as a fake surrender. You wanted love like your parents, but yk nobody in ATL gonna give you that.
You shook your brother, not as gently as your mother wished, but he'll be alright. After enough shaking he woke up stretching, then of course staring you down. "can't have shit with you around Y/n always gotta be the #1 hater for what.." he said, looking at you like you had lost your damn mind. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on Instagram.
Then you came across your childhood best friend's Instagram page. It was her. Shuri, your cheeks went a little red, and your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. 
You Followed her, wanting to dm her but hesitated to, but you proceed to stalk her account, like some photos, and watch her story, something in you was proud. She had a big platform and was making a lil' money off of it. Good for her. You wanted to dm her and yet you hesitated, After all, she might not know who the hell you are, knowing you'd look crazy as hell dming her, even more, crazy saying stuff she probably won't remember.
Erik glanced over shaking his head " Aint that the one girl you like" he cocked an eyebrow staring you down, he already knew the answer but wanted you to say it "She’s no- you tried to speak and yet got interrupted by your brother. "yeah right, ever since we was 5 all you did was play with her, and only look at her. Shit, I remember you throwing a ball at her brother's head for being mean to her" he said, shaking his head " you do like her but you're  1.) in denial 2.) oblivious" he finished. 
Damn, he ate that, he even left you speechless, you stared off trying to think of a comeback knowing damn well you don't got one, your grip of steel loosened on your phone and he took it dming shuri for you.
Suddenly you snapped out of it trying to get  your precious baby back, but of course, your brother is stronger and "better". he kept one hand on ur face keeping you away from the phone, as he texted shuri for you.
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Erik pov
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"Damn," I said biting my lip, "Told you so," My younger sister Y/n said, "Mann you ain't tell me shit, at least she remembers your shy ass." I said kissing my teeth and making a sound with it, throwing the phone back to Y/n.
I gladly will support my Lil sis thru this, I just don't fw her brother, and T'challa doesn't fuck with me. 
We keep it lowkey and don't fight in front of them, it ain't their business anyway.
She should date Shuri anyway, T'challa 's hoe ass doesn't deserve my sister anyway.
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Y/n pov
I smiled at the message, my eyes lighting  up with joy, I can tell Erik is happy that I'm smiling at least, my dad parked in front of our house, damn it's big, telling us to gtfo the car.
I quickly texted shuri something hoping id get a good answer. 
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(darling)
Then you heard running in the house and a woman came out, your eyes went up and down her body scanning her to see if it was shuri. your shuri.
you looked at her fit and slim body, her wearing a sports bra and jogging pants so low that you could see her v line,  you moved your eyes to her upper body, her unmarked pretty chest,  her untouched neck and collarbone, and last but not least her face looking as if it were sculpted by the gods, my god her jawline.
Her jawline was something you could mark up for the world to see, and her pretty plump lips were kissable, soft, and plush. her pretty button nose. You enjoyed it dearly and it complimented those beautiful eyes.
I shook my head that you don't like her. At least you thought that, you didn't even know why your mind was thinking like this.
You ran up to her and hugged her tightly " SHURIII I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!", you hid your face in the crook of her neck and then gave her a friendly kiss, she lifted you, your legs automatically wrapping around her built waist. "y/n!  Sithandwa! " Shuri wrapped one hand around my ass to cover it  since my skirt was rising and the other around my waist
"Y/n! the movers are finished, you and Erik enjoy being outside me and your pa are gonna set stuff up" my mom yelled as she and dad went inside slamming the door.
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SHURI POV
she smirked at the messages shaking her head, shuri got up from her bed and quickly got dressed.
Of course, she remembered her childhood best friend, she thought about her and wrote about her, for 13 years straight in 35 hub notebooks. 
But of course,  Shuri wouldn't let her know allat, she wanted to have some fun with the girl, so she checked y/ns pages looking at posts, highlights, and everything.
Damn, she grew up.. She looks different now, especially her body... haven't seen her in a bit. damn, that ass. she liked a video of her working out at the gym, Shuri's eyes went to her chest as she bit her lips. exiting off her page.  I'm not gonna do anything dumb, take it slow, it's your bestfriend shuri you can't fuck around with her like them flings at school. she smacked her head, before she turned around opening the blinds of a window close by her  bed, she saw a car hoping its y/n, and her heart raced as she squinted seeing Erik in the car.
She knew it. y/n was there, and she got a notification from Instagram, from "Y/n 🫶🏽" she confirmed that it was indeed her in that honda civic.
Shuri texted back w speed, running out of her room and almost falling down the stairs, her speed startled her older brother T'challa  " Girl what the fuck are you doing running around like a damn cheetah???" said T'challa giving his sister a look like she lost her damn mind.
"what's got you in a rush 'anyway?" T'challa said standing up, towering above the 5"8 female slightly.
Shuri looked him up and down, returning his curious look with a stank face " if you don't back your black ass the fuck up.." she rolled her eyes stepping back "Y/n's back and I miss her so I'm gonna go see her outside. come out or not grouchy ass " shuri walked outside, her brother following behind watching from the door Frame.
" damn.." me and T'challa both said under our breathes looking at y/n, "you can tell she's checking you out, her gayass can't even hide it" T'challa laughed quietly staring at Y/n then his mood changed seeing erik lean against the car, and watching him
Shuri knew damn well they didn't fuck w each other, hes not as dumb as Y/n with social cues. It was shuri’s turn to study y/n, shuri slowly traced her eyes up the curvy woman's body, stopping at her pretty breasts, she bit her lip snapping out of it when y/n jumped on her. "ingaba le ntombazana isisidenge itsibela umntu inxibe isiketi esifutshane..." (is this stupid girl jumping on someone in a short skirt...) said T'challa, his voice raspy when speaking his native tongue.
 "Watch your mouth," Shuri said in a threatening tone, understanding Xhosa while the Beautiful girl in her arms didnt. Her doe eyes looked at shuri then T'challa.
Erik got closer sitting on the step.
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Y/n's pov
When she looked at T'challa he stared back, her innocent eyes lost in his eyes full of things she wasn't ready for, he smiled innocently while his eyes meant something else, it felt like a cat hunting a mouse.
She looked away eventually letting T'challa win the stare-off turning her head to Erik as she yawned
"Erik can you believe it! they still remember us!" she giggled with a smile, Erik nodded staring at the sky as it began to rain down hard "mmh it's raining.. I don wanna ruin my hair..." she sighed. Erik motioned to grab her  from shuri and she repositioned her to be at her side
"Easy big and strong, you guys can stay with us till the rain stops" said shuri looking at T'challa with pleading eyes hoping he'd say yes.
T'challa looked at Erik, his eyes saying "fuck no" only because it's T'challa. "mmh.." he thought abt it yes come in" he nodded moving from the door.
They came in one by one, shuri sitting by Y/n, Erik on the steps, and t'challa sitting at the door.
Eventually, the tension eased, and they'd all be heard laughing and talking about stuff they missed in their childhood, that or reminiscing. 
Shuri would notice y/n is fast asleep, her head on her lap.
"so.. does she still like me?" shuri eyes Erik " she was blushing when she found your page and was acting like a middle schooler too shy to text you yada yada," said Erik leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.
Shuri smiled "I just wish she would say it" she shook her head gently, stroking her head, running her hand thru y/ns braids.
"I'm gonna bounce, I rather sleep at my house, and have her home when 
she wakes up" Erik left and T'challa had gone to his room.
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SHURI
"let's get you somewhere nice to sleep."
she gently would pick up y/n  bridal style,not trying to wake her, she locked the doors before moving upstairs to her room.
Shuri would take her shoes off and put her in some old pjs she had. tucking her in and getting with her.
shuri closed the blinds and the curtains, dimming the lights and getting ready for a rest.
hours later
Shuri woke up to  y/n watching tv, she shook her head and went under the covers and appearing between y/ns legs laying her head on y/ns lap.
"Hey ma. Shouldn't you be leaving?" shuri said in a raspy morning voice. this got Y/n soaked to her core, she noticed the sudden heat but was too tired to embarrass her about it. 
"Ma? that's a new nickname." y/n looked down at her stroking her head, shuri hummed while Y/n watched tv. " you know I'm so glad that you remember me, shit, 'd cry if you didn't" said y/n
shuri smiled chuckling" let's get some drinks yeah? im thirsty" she gave a tap to her butt causing y/n to jump. Shuri left 
first to the kitchen leaving y/n upstairs.
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Y/n
Y/n blushed, thinking that it was weird for friends to do this. but it was shuri, and she didnt mind at all, when she got off the bed, she went to the bathroom to find herself in a shirt, Shuri's shirt and  pretty panties she had on.
did she... Y/n thought to herself, blushing.  they were both girls and friends, she shook her head, overthinking it, skipping on down the kitchen and there she was, drinking from the bottle, Hennessy. she had a cup for y/n  ready to join her . "to my friend coming back!" she smiled, clinking her bottle yo y/n's cup.
"I um, never had any before shuri. I dont know" y/n said kind of worried, looking at Shuri with her pretty doe eyes " dont be a pussy n drink up." her voice sounded commanding, not the usual soft tone she had with y/n.  but either way, something in y/n liked it, she got more aroused and obeyed shuri's orders automatically, she didn't know why but she just wanted to please her.
She gagged at the taste sticking her tongue out in disgust but drank every cup poured for her till she was giggling on the table.
"man i should get home shuri" y/n would  hiccup looking at her. but  got no reply, shuri was texting sb. Her body wasn't too far from y/n, so she pulled her closer with her legs putting the phone aside. 
"Put the phone down. I want attention * hiccup * " y/n  said tracing a finger down her body, "damn shuri you look so goooood..." she tightly closed her legs while staring, shuri looked at y/n then her phone, deciding to play the intoxicates ones game.
"Don't need T' stare y/n.. tell me what you like,"  shuri said. y/n had the drunk confidence, she didn't feel shame temporarily "i like everything I see..." your hands went up and down her body as you bit your lips. "but these clothes gettin' in the way.." you slowly would look down her body, your pussy turning into Niagara falls.
Shuri gave a light tap on your ass before feeling you in all the right places, but she wouldn't go further without your consent. "can i- "just fucking touch me shuri" you hissed out, obviously wanting shuri so bad " say it then princess" shuri said looking into y/n's eyes, but it wasn't her soft look anymore, she was hungry, hungry for you.
" Please shuri, I need you so bad, everything you do just fucks with my mind, please just fuck me already " you whined out, sounded like a melody to her ears, she'd move stuff off the counter putting the alcohol back in the fridge. then went back to y/n  moving her waist more towards her, Y/n would support her body with her arms as shuri took y/n’s panties off  spreading your legs.
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You gasped at her strength, how quickly she grabbed your legs and spread them, you were shocked you were doing this with your best friend, damn, didn't know Hennessy made bitches gay.
She moaned at the sight of your pretty pussy being so soaked just for her, "all this just f'me Y/n? " she chuckled " y- before you could even get a word in her mouth attacked your pussy, her tongue causing you so much pleasure, your body grinded and rocked against her tongue, your pretty moans filled the room.
Shuri gripped your thighs glaring up at you, damn she was sexy from this angle"Sthandwa, let me take care of you" (my love). You nodded your pretty doe eyes rolling back at her tasting you and abusing your clit "fuck shuri I feel something in my tummy" You said feeling the knot form in your stomach "that's good, js means you’re gonna cum soon my Inbazana " said shuri taking a break from attacking your pretty pussy.(my girl)
"mmh why did you stop shuri" you whined as she'd chuckle " hold it f'me yeah?" she said as she went back to tasting you, her tongue doing tricks against your clit. "i-ill try," you said stuttering from all the pleasure you were getting, grinding against her tongue again since her hands moved, your head tilted back as your eyes rolled back, you moaned softly not wanting to wake T'challa up.
then you felt her long fingers enter you, you arched your back moaning loudly, a soft tear falling from your eyes "Ah? do you like it sthandawa? like feeling my fingers" she slowly thrust them in your pussy as her tongue will still attack your clit, nice and slow this time.
She began to gently suck her lips against your clit at the same pace, your hand moving to her hair automatically, you couldn't even control your body right now, all you were doing was speaking and acting on impulse.
She kept going swapping with sucking and licking your clit, you whined wanting to cum so badly " please shuri please can I? I wanna cum so bad please" you whined, looking at her with your pleading doe eyes, this whole time her eyes remained on you, every reaction of yours turned her on to the max. You began grinding against her faster, you needed her so damn bad.
"Hmm..." she thought about it going faster with her licks and sucking, her fingers finding your g-spot and abusing it, you threw your head back moaning, not caring how loud you were, suddenly you heard that T'challa was up and moving "please let me cum shuri please. ill let you do what you want to me for a week." she smiled at that deal nodding, making it final
The girl attacked Y/ns pussy her fingers brushing up against the g-spot nice and good, her licking and sucking causing y/n pure ecstasy as she squirted in shuris mouth, T'challa was almost near the kitchen before she licked her clean before moving her from off the counter, keeping her panties.
"What the hell is going on with all this damn noise Ri?" said T'challa dressed in only sweatpants and damn was he built
"ah.. yeah we were talking, now we're gonna go back to sleep bye!" shuri ran with y/n back to her room locking the door behind her.
T'challa sighed turning on the kitchen light and seeing the mess that happened " did these niggas... fuck on my counter... and not clean it up" he looked repulsed cleaning up after them
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The two girls cuddled each other, Shuri's leg resting between y/ns thighs, they looked at each other and smiled, shuri closed her eyes beginning to drift off to sleep
"Are we still friends...?" Y/n said, looking up at her hoping she'd say yes, Shuri opened her eyes and smiled " of course" she kissed Y/n's head before closing her eyes and her own
As they slowly drifted off to sleep.
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livstarlight · 1 year
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I see all your modern au takes on the Black Panther characters who are just regular people with no powers, where Namor is one of T’Challa’s friends and this is how he comes to meet Shuri and they fall for each other while trying to hide it from him and everyone else, and I love them, but I offer you instead Namor as N’Jadaka best friend
Imagine the potential of Shuri, who can’t stand her cousin, tolerates him at best, despising everything he does and of course thinking that the people he surrounds himself with must be absolute douchebags too to put up with him, but then she bumps into Namor who is yes an arrogant smug bastard but he is also different, like charming-different, deep-different. Devastatingly handsome and challenging-different and oh no maybe she kinda likes her awful cousin’s best friend
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clearlydiamondz · 2 years
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The Game
Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader 
Part Four
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Erik being the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, he has his heart set on a particular girl.
Warnings: SMUT! Strong language, 
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For the past couple of days, (Y/N) has been catching up on everything that she needed. Tonight was a huge back to school event on the football field and a huge after party. 
The majorette team were on for a performance tonight, so (Y/N) woke up earlier than usual so that she could get everything that she needed done today. She ran some last minute errands before she came back to the house.
She sat at her makeup table, doing her hair before her phone started to vibrate. She picked it up seeing it was an incoming facetime call from Erik. She clicked the green button then placed her phone against her makeup brush organizer. It connected and his popped up on the screen. He was laying in bed with his hand behind his head and his bicep flexed in the camera. He looked like he was just waking up. 
“Wassup mamas.” his voice was definitely raspier and deeper. And his voice was already deep and raspy. It immediately made an aching sensation in her lower abdomen. 
“Hi, what’s up?” she asked looking into the mirror putting her curlers in her hair. 
“Nothin much, just waking up.” he said. She looked at the time before saying,
“It’s 12:30. Shouldn’t you be up?” she teased him as he smacked his teeth at her. 
“Actually I woke up at seven and went to the gym. Came home, took a shower, ate some breakfast and took an hour nap.” he said. She let out a mhmm before he chuckled. “What have you been doing?” he said emphasizing on the you. 
“Well I had a debate team meeting at 10:45 this morning, I went for a jog at like 9 o’clock. Now I’m home, doing my hair for my performance tonight.” she told him. He nodded his head before sitting up. 
“Oh yeah. I want you to come over to my house and get ready over here. I wanna see you before the rally and have you here after the party. I want to spend some time with you.” he said walking into his bathroom. 
“The party ends at like one in the morning. I wouldn’t wanna go to your house then back to mine.” she said. She noticed she was on mute not hearing any of the background noises. Finally she heard it and water running. 
“My bad, I was using the bathroom. But yeah, I want you to stay the night.” he said washing his hands. She was thrown off by the statement emotions running through her head. She was nervous, excited, scared, and overall happy that he wanted to spend time with her. 
“Sure, no problem.” she said before turning around. “I have to pack a lot of stuff though, for my performance and stuff.” she warned him looking behind her at the mess on the bed. 
“Okay, make sure you pack enough clothes..” he reminded her. 
“When do you want me to come?” she asked him before continuing her hair. He grabbed his toothbrush placing the toothpaste on it. He shrugged his shoulders. 
“Right now.” he said honestly. She smiled at the eagerness. 
“Well, I’ll finish doing my hair then I’ll head over there. Just send me your address.” she told him. He picked up his phone, sending it to her. 
“How long till you come?” he asked her as she looked at her apple watch. 
“Maybe.. an hour?” she estimated. She wanted to go right that instant but her hair wasn’t done and she didn’t want to do it over at his house.  
“Mhm, I’ll be waiting on you.”
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She pulled up to his apartment building, before texting him that she was outside. She stepped out walking to the trunk to grab what she could. He came down the steps before walking to the trunk smiling at her. “Finally.” he smirked at her before kissing her on the lips. It caught her off guard but she leaned into it. She broke away before he looked at the trunk. 
“Damn, you was not playin when you said you’re bringing a lot of stuff.” he laughed. 
“I warned you.” she reminded him closing the trunk after they grabbed the things she bought. She followed him up the stairs to his apartment. He opened it, and the smell of his apartment hit her like a ton of bricks. It smelled just like him. It was black and red theme, it matching his personality to a T. 
“My room is back here.” he said leading her pass the kitchen and to his room. He opened the door, the king size bed had a black headboard and footboard. It had red sheets and a black comforter that was made. 
He placed her stuff in the corner of the room before she followed the same. He looked her up and down as he drunk her in. She had on a grey skin tight romper, with her scarf and bonnet on her head. She had on a pair red fluffy slides. He has never seen her dressed down in person, and deemed it as his favorite look on her. 
As soon as she turned around, he grabbed her waist pulling her close to him. 
“Mmm, you smell good.” he whispered with his head snuggled into the crook of her neck. She hugged him back, standing on her tippy toes. She pulled away, but he grabbed her chin kissing her. The kiss was sweet but he showed his dominance in it. She pulled away when she heard her phone ring. She looked at it and saw that it was an incoming call from Travis. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the red button before looking up at him. 
“You’ve talked to Travis?” he asked her, she shook her head. 
“I don’t have nothing to say to him.” she nonchalantly said sitting on his bed. He leaned against the dresser putting his arms over his chest looking at her. 
“Hmm, interesting. I guess this is a perfect time then to tell you that he also tried calling me last night.” he told her. 
“You talked to him?” 
“I didn’t need to. I already know what he wanted. To apologize and or to convince me to talk to you about talking to him. It’s dumb as hell and I’m not entertaining him with that shit.” he said laying back on the bed. She looked at him laying  in the bed, with his back placed on the headboard. 
“So much has happened and school hasn’t even started yet.” she groaned rubbing her temples in annoyance. 
“Hmm, I guess it has.” he smiled at her. She knew exactly what he was talking about just by the look on her face. “Speaking of us, I told you I wanted to spend time with you so why are you down there?” he asked her with a tilt of his head. She blushed while giggling as she crawled up the bed as he placed her on his lap. He rubbed on her butt, gripping it then rubbing it. 
She closed her eyes in pleasure, trying not to moan but a tiny noise escaped. She opened her eyes to see him smirking at her. “It’s okay if you like it.” he boosted her. Something happened within her that had her aching. Whether it was just because she was sitting directly on his dick, him being shirtless, the way he was talking and touching on her, or all of it but she was craving his touch. Badly. Her hands touched up his abs, and up to his chest before she leaned and kissed him. 
This time around, it was her being the dominant one in the kiss. She used her hands to trace up his neck squeezing it before letting him go. She broke the kiss before she sat back up. Before she could say anything, Erik grabbed her and kissed her. 
Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her on her back and getting between her legs. He kissed her, grabbing her leg and lifting it as he grinded himself against her. He pulled away, leaving kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she moaned. He loved the way her moans made him feel. He knew that she felt good, obviously, but everything seemed like it was coming off so natural for the two and he liked that.
He pulled away staring at her in the eyes, seeing if he could see any doubt in her eyes, but all he saw was adoration and lust. “You sure you want this? Once I start, I’m not gonna wanna stop.” he warned her. Her hands found their way to the band of his basketball shorts. She looked down and could see him growing, it occasionally bouncing against her core. She leaned up kissing him, trailing down and rubbing his dick. He grunted in the kiss as she let him go. He grabbed the strings of her shoulder pulling it down. Her chest was exposed, as he broke the kiss. He pulled them off of her, seeing her pink underwear that sat nice and fat. He kissed up her down her calf, on the side of her knee and stopped there. 
He saw the wet spot on her panties before rubbing her clit in slow motions. She moaned biting her lip looking at him. “Sexy ass...” he whispered, continuing the motions. “Pussy so wet for me..” he pulled her panties to the side, her pussy looking fatter than before, her clit swollen when a throb. His middle finger went between her folds. She slightly started to grind against his finger. 
“Fuck.. Erik. Please.” she moaned throwing her head back. He smirked at her desperateness, seeing her whine her hips harder. 
“You gonna let me eat this pussy?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, staring at his every move. He laid on his stomach between her legs before he placed kissed up her thought and around her core. It made her wetter, he could smell the arousal dripping off of her. 
“Yes please.” she begged him. She looked so innocent asking him to devour her. 
She heard about his sex stories and how good he was in bed. But this was the complete opposite of what she heard. He was so soft and gentle with her, like she was made out of glass. 
He flattened his tongue against her, licking upwards towards her clit, licking around the bud. He was teasing her for sure, just to see how wet he could get her. He placed more pressure around her clit, every once in a while letting his tongue hit the bud force on. 
She knew he could do better then that, just by his teasing. “Stevens I know you can do better than that.” she whispered to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, in a challenging way. He didn’t even attempt to argue with her, he was going to show her. 
His lips wrapped around her clit as he inserted two fingers in her. He sucked on the bud as more wetness produced dripping down his chin. He removed his finger, bringing it up to her lips. She opened her mouth letting his fingers inside her mouth. She closed her lips sucking on it as his tongue entered her pussy. He tasted her moaning at her taste.
He ate her like he didn’t have a taste of pussy in years. For the next couple of minutes, he ate her without saying a word. She was speechless, she never was eaten out like this before. It was like he was trying to suck her soul straight from her. 
“Erik.. shit!” she moaned finally, her juices starting to leak from her. 
“Fuck mamas, why your so sweet, huh?” he asked her rubbing her clit as she moaned at the over sensitivity. He replaced his hand with his lips, sucking on the clit again. She placed her hands on his forehead attempting to push him away. 
“W-Wait I-” she was cut off by him inserting fingers in her and pulling his lips away from her. 
“Nah, I told you once I start I don’t wanna stop.” he smirked before attacking her clit again with his fingers still going at it with her g-spot. She opened her mouth but not a noise or a word came out. Her eyes fell back into her head as her toes dug into the blankets with her grabbing it. 
Unknowingly, she whined her hips against his lips. He looked at her, seeing how lost she was in her pleasure. His dick was already painfully hard but seeing her chase her climax had him grinding his own hips against the bed for some type of relieving. 
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” she chanted before she squirted all on his face and his sheets. For sure he thought he was finished, but the smirk she saw made him realize that it was far from reality. He flattened his tongue again, licking up to where her clit was and circling her clit with his tongue, playing with it. 
He pulled away finally letting her get rest before smiling at her, chin and around his lips were covered in her cum. “And to think... I thought you were innocent. Look at this mess you made.” he said, giving her vulva a tiny little slap. 
She jumped a bit, licking her bottom lip as she grabbed him by the back of his head to kiss him. He got from between her legs, going to his night stand and grabbing the unopened box of condoms. He grabbed on before turning around and seeing her touch herself. 
“Fuck.” he grunted pulling his pants down, freeing his hard-on before moaning rubbing against it. “Freaky ass... over here playing with this wet ass pussy. You want this dick don’t you?” she nodded eagerly. 
When she saw him, she immediately wanted to suck his dick. It was just that gorgeous. A good 10 inches with a nice curve to it. Tip seeping his arousal so much that it dripped on the floor like a dripping faucet. She licked her bottom lip wanting more then just to taste it. 
He ripped the condom open, rubbing his dick before he placed it on his dick. He grabbed her ankle pulling her to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his dick between her folds teasing her. “Please... I need you inside of me.” she whimpered grinding against nothing. That’s how much she wanted some type of attention. 
“Seems like you haven’t had some dick in a minute.” he said rubbing his tip on her clit. She hated yet loved the teasing. With every touch he does, including this one, he made it feel like it was twenty times more powerful. “Isn’t that right? You haven’t had somebody treat your body like this.” she shook her head. 
It was true. She hasn’t really met anyone who gives her a run for her money. One thing for certain, she had a feeling that he was the one that was going to match her energy. 
“Don’t worry about none of that anymore, I got you.” Before she could even regain herself, she felt his tip at her entrance slowly pushing it. As soon as he was in there, he stayed still staring down at where they were connected at.
He didn’t know she had it like this. He let out a shaky breath before slowly pulling away, but she was tugging him. “Fuck...” he grunted, pushing back in as she gasped. 
“Damn..” she whispered, feeling him stretch her wider. “Your dick is so big...” she moaned rubbing her clit, getting her wetter than before. She felt like she was on cloud ten. There was a pressure every time he pulled back, that most likely was gonna make her squirt again at any moment.. 
“Good ass pussy. This my shit? Huh, tell me this mine.” he leaned down, kissing her jaw and the side of her neck. “Tell me.” he grunted. 
“This pussy is yours.” she whispered in her ear. That’s when she decided to flip the tables on him. She grabbed his face, as he fucked her with a rhythm.
“You like the way my pussy feels daddy?” she moaned looking him in the eye. “I love the way your big dick feels. Fucking me like this? I’m gonna cum all over you...” she moaned. He pulled away, stepping back as they both stared at each other. She stood up from the bed walking grabbing him, turning them around and pushing him on the bed. He moved back to the middle of the bed as she followed him, getting on top of his lap. She grabbed his dick from underneath her and placing it at her entrance as she sat down directly on it. 
He closed his eyes with his mouth wide open, the position letting him get a deep feel from her. She got on her tippy toes, put here hand on his shoulder and got to work. 
She slowly moved up and down, his hand on her ass gripping it to the point his fingernails were digging in her skin. “Good girl.. daddy didn’t even have to tell you to come ride his dick. You’re a slut..” he smirked at her as she moved faster. The smirk slowly falling from his face, feeling her wetness drip down to his sack. 
“I’m your slut daddy..” she told him before grabbing his face and kissing him. Still on her tippy toes, she removed her hand from his shoulder and started to bounce faster with her ass shaking. The recoil of her ass hitting against his thighs was so much, that he could see it from the front where the thighs and ass met.
“Yeahhh bounce that ass on this dick.” he grunted placing his hands behind him and leaning back, watching her work herself. Her hands were on her knees, her feet flat on the bed as she twerked on his dick. 
He was so astonished by the way she was working him. She looked so innocent now and even in the past. But what he was seeing was a different switch. There was nothing innocent about her right now. She was riding dick like she was a professional. 
“I’m about to cum..” she whispered, getting back on her knees feeling weak from her near climax, but he stopped her. He fucked upward as she screamed at the sudden movement . “Erik!” she squirted all over him again.
“Thaaats it. Give me that nut. Look so beautiful cumming on my dick like this.” he whispered to her. His back hit the mattress, as he leaned up reaching for her neck and tightening his grip around her. She put her hands on top of his as he continued to fuck into her like it was nothing. She was getting closer to her orgasm. 
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” he repeated feeling himself about to cum. She leaned down, licking and sucking his sweet spot. 
“Are you going to cum? Cum daddy.” she whispered in his ear. At the pace he was going, she came again with him following right behind her. 
“Damn...” he groaned as she pulled herself off of him. He took the condom of while she fell beside him as he turned over, grabbing her face and kissing her. She kissed him back, about to get on top of him again but she stopped herself because she knew they would go at it again. 
She pulled away before touching a wet spot on the bed before cringing. “My bad about the bed. I should’ve told you I do that.” she said standing up. “I can wash it for you.” she rambled as he chuckled. 
“As much as I’d love for you to walk around my place like this, I got it. I’ll run you a shower.” he sat up, grabbing his pants and slipping them on. “I know you need some rest for tonight.” he said kissing her lips. 
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A couple hours later, she woke up to find the bed empty. She looked at the time and saw that it was three. She only had two hours until she needed to be in the lockers before they had a last rehearsal. 
She walked out into the kitchen to see him eating out of a Chinese container with chopsticks. “You know how to eat with chop sticks?” she asked him. He looked up putting the chop sticks down before reaching into the big brown bag. 
“Yup. I wanted to learn it when I started watching anime.” he said grabbing two things of the Chinese carts. He handed it to her as she sat next to him. “I got you shrimp fried rice and general tai chicken.” he said handing it to her. She smiled at the food before he handed her the chop sticks. She looked at them before looking at him and saying, 
“I don’t know how to use them. Teach me?” she said. She was lying. She just wanted a reason to touch him. He chuckled before grabbing her hand and showing her what to do with it. She started to eat before she looked at him. 
“You like watching anime?” she asked him as he nodded. 
“Ever since I can remember.” he said drinking from his water bottle. 
“I would have never guessed that.” she said, astonished. This man just keeps getting better and better. 
“Because I don’t walk around here looking like Urkle?” he asked her, making her giggle. 
“No. It’s not that. It’s just.. I’ve never heard you mentioned it.” she shrugged her shoulders. “If I would’ve known, I would’ve invited you over to my house so we could watch together.” she said taking a bit of her chicken. Now it was his turn to be shocked. 
“You watch it?” he asked her, she nodded. 
“Yup. Now you seem surprised.” she said noticing the shocked expression on his face. 
“I mean, you’re probably the first girl I’ve ever talked to who watches it. Everyone else was like, it’s boring or it’s lame.” he rolled his eyes.
“What’s your favorite show?” she asked him. 
“Jujutsu Kaisen.” he said immediately. Her eyes perked up by the name. 
“Oh my god yes. Sukuna is so damn fine-” she stopped herself when he was glaring at her with his tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. “Ah don’t give me that look. It’s not like he’s real. I wish though.” she mumbled the last part, he pinched the side of her stomach. She winced. 
“Ouch.” she said rubbing it. He stood up cleaning up his mess. 
“What time do you need to be there?” he asked her. She looked at her apple watch before saying, 
“Around five. Get there, get ready to perform.” she said standing up before cleaning her belongings. “I’m so excited, it’s been a minute since I’ve performed.” she said, the excited evident on her face. She walked around the counter, walking into the kitchen where he was. 
“I can tell, I can’t wait to see you dance.” he said grabbing the dish rag and putting soap on it to wash the dishes he had in the sink. He noticed the look of confusion cover her excitement, instantly curious. “Something wrong?”
“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to come to it. I mean, I’ve never seen you come to the games. Even with Travis, you didn’t go. And the only reason I noticed is because everyone who hangs with us goes, excepts you.” she said in a matter of fact tone. 
“I guess I can say the same for you with the after parties.” he smirked at her. “But, you’re my ole’ lady now. I wanna support you.” she couldn’t help but blush at that statement, and the fact that he called her his ole’ lady. 
“Thank you.. It means a lot.” she said to him. After she said that, she went silent deep in her own thoughts. He saw how blacked out she was before saying, 
“Something on your mind?” 
“I was just thinking. Nothing to worry about.” she reassured him. 
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She stepped outside of the locker room to make a call so she could hear. She listened to the sound of the ringing before the phone answered. “Hello? Mom?” she heard on the other end. 
“(Y/N), how are you?” she heard on the other end. 
“I’m okay. Just getting ready for my first performance of the year.” she said excitedly. 
“Mm, oh.” she said. 
“Yeah.” It was silent before she spoke again. “So um, I’ve met someone. His name is Erik.” she said excitedly. 
“I don’t know why you’re dating. You spent all that money to go to that college and wanna be distracted by a boy.” her mother started, making her roll her eyes. 
“Mom, I’m doing just fine between my school and extra stuff. I know how to keep manage of those things.” she admitted. “And I didn’t pay a lot.” she mumbled the last part. 
“Mhm, so how are you suppose to manage a relationship if your main focus is school and dancing?” she asked her. 
“Erik and I still have our moments with each other. Like I’ve said, I know how to manage and balance things.” (Y/N) responded as her mom scoffed. 
“Mhm.. well we’ll see how this goes.” her mom trailed off. (Y/N) closed her eyes before changing the subject. 
“So how is Cyrus and CJ?” she asked worried about her step brother and step father. 
“Well your dad is working on another car in the garage. Cyrus is downstairs playing his game. I need to send him to the bank to get himself some cash.” she said, sounding like she was moving around. 
“Oh.. he doesn’t have a job yet?” she asked him. 
“He did. He was working at the gas station on 18th street, but they fired him. They accused him of stealing out the cash.” (Y/N) knew not to question it considering that she knew her mom was going to argue her down. This was a repeating factor with her step brother. He lived at home with her parents, didn’t have a job currently, and just stayed at home playing video games all day. 
“What I was actually calling about, I wanted you and Cyrus to come up here one day. Meet Erik, show you around Houston, even catch one of my performances. You guys stay in the house and you need a vacation.” she said as her mom sighed. 
“That’s not an option. With how tight money is and-”
“I’ll pay for it if money is an issue.” she offered. 
“No no. It’s not only that. I know for a fact that you wouldn’t want CJ to come and no one would be home to-”
“Mom. CJ is a 32 year old grown ass man. He is capable of watching himself.” she reasoned with her. “Know what, this isn’t even about him. If you don’t want to come, just say that. Don’t make excuses.”
“Now wait a damn minute I have never said I don’t wanna see you. I don’t know where you-”
“Mom your words speak louder than your actions. I have asked you a total of 34 times to come down here and you have came up with 34 different excuses. It doesn’t even matter. I won’t bother you no more.” Before her mother could say anything, she hang the phone up. She turned around and saw Omariana standing there with her arms crossed. 
“No luck?”
“Gosh it’s like she treats him more like her child than she does me.” she scoffed walking back into the locker room, with Omariana following right behind her. 
“Don’t worry about her, I know it’s your mother and all but she doesn’t deserve your effort. You are about to graduate and be something of this world. If she wants to claim that piece of shit as her child and not you that’s her lost. Not yours, you hear me?” Omariana stopped her, getting in front of her. She smiled at her. “And plus, everyone else will be in the bleachers cheering you on. 
“Yeah.. Stevens said he was coming to see me.” she said with a smile on her face. Omariana raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk. 
“Gonna tell me what happened? Getting Erik to come to a game is like trying to get an atheist to a church.” she chuckled. 
“I don’t kiss and tell.” she joked before walking further into the locker room. 
“Oh no, not you being grown.”
About an hour and a half later, the ladies were out on the field. Her eyes scanned the bleachers as the crowd cheered them on. Her eyes landed on Erik who was sitting next to Jakeen, Kobe and Ty. He winked at her, making her blush. As her eyes started to scan again when she landed on a familiar face. It was Travis who was looking directly into her soul. He was sitting around a couple of people that he knew, maybe from the football team.
He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to her before she looked back at Erik. 
Erik noticed her face change. He assumed it was the nerves eating her up but she looked excited a moment ago. 
The music started to play as they started the dance routine. Out of all the girls on the field, his main focus was on her. Dancing was added right on the list with the things that turned him on about her. One thing he took in noticed was how flexible she was. He took a mental note of that, it could come in handy later, he thought. 
After the event, Kia, Brandy, Omariana and (Y/N) walked to the parking lot in their track suits. Everyone was standing at their cars waiting for the girls to come.
‘You guys did good.” Kobe said hugging them as they hugged him back. 
“Thank you. I was so nervous.” Brandy said, as the other girls agreed with her. 
“So who’s house are we meeting at to leave for the party?” Kia asked throwing her bag in the back seat of Kobe’s car. 
“We can meet at mine.” Erik said shrugging his shoulders. “Just give me a couple of hours to clean up and stuff. It doesn’t start till like what?” he asked looking at Jakeen.
“At 10. That’s what I heard at least.” 
“Alright, well I’m finna head out.” Kobe said walking over to his car. “(Y/N)? You need me to walk you to the car?” he said as everyone poured into his car that was riding with him. 
“Don’t worry about her. I’ll walk her.” Erik told him as he nodded. Kia, Brandy and Kobe got into the car and left. Now it was just Erik, her, Jakeen and Ty. 
“We should head out too. I wanna take a nap before the party.” Jakeen said unlocking his car door. “You gonna bail on us (Y/N)?” he teased her. She chuckled then shook her head. 
“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll be in attendance.” she said as he smiled at her. The two of them got into the car, leaving only leaving the two. 
“Lemme walk you to your car.” he grabbed her hand as she looked down at it.
“You’re very bold.” she stated, but didn’t let it go. “We’re suppose to be keeping us a secret.” she reminded him. 
“Right right. But what are the chances of someone seeing us, in a parking lot, filled with cars.” he asked her. 
“That said parking lot is filled with other people too.” she included, making him playfully roll his eyes. “My car is over there.” she said pointing towards her car, seeing her red Malibu in the a couple of spaces down.  
“I know but I have something in my car to give you.” he unlocked his car door reaching over his passenger seat. He grabbed her a banquet of flowers giving it to her.
She gasped grabbing the banquet of white and red roses. “They’re beautiful.” she said hugging him as he hugged her back. “Thank you.” 
“It’s just something small. Nothing too much. I be seeing how after recitals and shit they give flowers so I thought-”
“I love it Stevens. Thank you.” she smiled at him. She looked to make sure that no one was starring before she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. She pulled away smiling at him, the same goofy smile on his face. 
“Thank God you’re coming home with me.” he said. 
“Plus, on top of that I done found out your little special talent.” 
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Travis jaw clenched as he looked outside his wind shelf seeing the two of them kiss. Something told him to let it go, she was never going to see him like that again. But on the other hand, there was something else in him telling that there still had to be some feelings for her. 
Travis stepped out off the car after seeing her drive off. Erik was about to step in his but Travis called out for him, 
“Erik!” Erik recognized the voice, slowly turning around. 
“Bruh, I thought yo dumb ass would’ve got the hint when I was ignoring you.” he snapped keeping the door open. 
“I’m not trying to talk to you, I’m trying to reason with (Y/N).” he told him making Erik let out a sarcastic laugh. Even though he found this hilarious, for (Y/N) sakes this was just crazy. 
“And what makes you think she wanna talk to you?” he asked tilting her head to the side. “Nigga did you forget what you told me told me when you found out she had feelings for you?” he chuckled walking closer to him. “Something along the lines of.. I can’t fuck with shorty. She not my type. Now, what makes her your type?” 
“I-” he stopped himself not knowing what else to say.
“You what?” Erik asked waiting for him to answer. All Travis did was look to the side with his jaw clenched. “Exactly. Now you wanna walk around like I did something to you nigga? You’re not talking to her.” Erik snapped. Travis turned around, offended by the statement. 
“You can’t make her stop talking to her friend nigga. Mind you I was here before you.” Erik busted out laughing grabbing his chest. 
“Nigga that shit don’t matter who was here first.” Erik said then walked closer. “Lemme explain something to you pussy ass nigga, I’m here now. And she’s mine. You’re not going no where round her, especially since now you gotta lil crush on her. So that means stop blowing her phone up, stop pulling her to the side to say what you gotta say, quit it. Because the next time I find out you contacted her, Ima beat yo ass and Ima make everybody watch just to show how much of a pussy ass nigga you really are.” he snapped at him. 
“Nigga ain’t no body scared of yo ass.” Travis snapped. 
“Okay. Gone head and try to talk to her nigga. See what happens.”
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akasanata · 1 year
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XMCU vs MCU!
You've voted for your favorite x-men movie and your favorite marvel movie.
It's time for the best of XMCU vs the best of MCU!
Now, remember this is about your *favorite* movie, not a popularity context, which means, DO NOT VOTE if you haven't watched both movies.
Also, help me reblogging, we need this to breach xmen fandom containment
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Are we dressing up for Wakanda Forever?
I might wear all black because I'm sad lol
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The Unsweet Masterlist
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Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.
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The Adored One (Complete)
Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.
The Adored One | Giving You the Best | Warmth | What You Won't Do | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours
Who Hurt You (One Shot)
T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.
Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)
T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.
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Promises (Complete)
Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List
Voyeurism (One Shot)
Discipline (One Shot)
Another Again (One Shot)
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Hi! I really like ur blog and i jus wanted to kno if you knew any bp fics where erik and tchalla grew up together
Aww thannk you!🥰🥰
FICS WHERE T'CHALLA AND ERIK GREW UP TOGETHER
I EVEN MIXED IN HOW CLOSE THEY ARE TOO
wakanda got y'all series (kinda)- @eerythingisshaka
the game of life series, pray for me series- @thekrazykeke
loose ends series (t'challa x reader but erik is in the story and they are close) , tying shoelaces and new faces (erik is included)- @iliketowrite1996
baby jaguar hype series, we built this city series- @terrablaze514
freaky friday- @songficsbyrissi
catching his eye series (mention-they are close) - @wakandanblogger
eat atlanta love letters (mention- they are close)- @another-imaginesblog
drunken disaster/mistake series (mention)- @im5ftbutmythroat66
dadmonger series (cooler than me-mention)- @big-flop-energy
teach me series (mention)- @thehomierobbstark
foul play series (mention-they are close)- @dessianna1
***IF Y'ALL HAVE FICS (I KNOW SOME OF Y'ALL DO) OR KNOW SOMEONE DOES PLEASE HIT ME UP!!!***
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟
summary:⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’
word count:553
pairing:n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫
forewarning:none thus far.
fun-size playlist:i. frank ocean - nature feels
author’s note:⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now;I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me;posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’
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ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.
His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.
He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.
What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.
Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.
“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.
Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.
From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.
He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.
Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.
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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 39″
Need to catch up? Baybee, a lot has been going on! Masterlist HERE.
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"Done been through it all, man Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit What the fuck else can happen, yo? I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo Let y'all niggas know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten in broad daylight, get right…"
Mobb Deep – "Quiet Storm"
Erik had only a couple of hours left before he had to pick up his children. He piddled around his office sipping tea and organizing all of his communication systems, and his computers, He also learned how to properly use his table replication of Wakanda. What he thought was simply a detailed sculpture was actually a piece of high tech that allowed him to use the holograph above it to shift the geography below, changing what he saw. The sculpture was made of a substance that felt like fine-grained sand that melted into various shapes and constructions that he could think of. He spent a good hour playing with it, using the holo computer above it to show him what Wakanda looked like in ancient times. He watched with fascinated wonder how the country transformed itself from a small agricultural mix of farmers, herders, and fishermen with sporadic nomadic traveling to the outskirts of their borders into a powerful dynastic kingdom.
The biggest growth came under the leadership of Queen Shuriyah and Erik became enamored with his ancestor. He loaded up e-books from the royal library onto his portable comm tab to study in-depth his grandmother's reign. There were some recently translated diaries that he wanted to read that was written by a woman servant that worked in the palace for Shuriyah. He wanted to know how his greatest grandmother juggled two husbands and twelve children in one household. How did she balance having two partners and sharing children with them both? If it worked for her and other people in Wakanda, why couldn't he create a new, workable family dynamic?
His kimoyo lit up, a reminder to pick up his kids soon. He looked around the office and stroked his finger on his new favorite toy. Tapping the intercom on his desk, Erik had an idea.
"Tlotliso, can you order up four fat cakes, some fruit, blue juice, and butter cookies from the palace kitchen? I'm bringing my kids here at two," Erik said.
"Yes, Prince N'Jadaka," she said.
Erik spent fifteen minutes watching local news reports. There was a constant reminder that the king would make a special press conference announcement later that evening. He left his inner office.
"I'm going down to see Elder Efetobo," Erik said.
Tlotliso and Mpilo sat huddled together around her desk, creating a spreadsheet schedule for Erik. His docket was full, and he had to gear himself up for his additional responsibilities as part of the Udaku household.
"Do you need me to come with you?" Mpilo asked, eager to join Erik.
"No. Finish coordinating my schedule and I'll be back with my children. Tlotliso, make sure there's nothing small and loose hanging around the desks. My son likes to play with things not nailed down."
Tlotliso stood from her seat and walked over to him with her comm tab. Her long legs gave her a graceful dip in her movement. He had to take a step back from her when she held up her tab. Her body heat seemed way too close to him. Erik didn't mean to look, but the top of her dress was tight around her breasts and he could see braless nipples poking through. She was beyond sexy and knew it.
"I need your codes to allow me access to your public website. Mpilo will begin updating your page in the next hour," she said.
He swiped in his code with his fingerprint, and she lowered her lashes. Her gaze went to his mouth, and he caught the partial sigh that escaped her moist lips. She wasn't subtle at all, but he didn't sense that she was seducing him. It was her nature to be sensual, from the way she moved, spoke, and looked at people.
"I'll be back," he said.
Mpilo's shoulders slumped and his face took on disappointment at not being by Erik's side. Tlotliso typed away on her comm tab, not even fazed by the teenager's sour expression.
"Alright, man, c'mon. You can go with me. Tlotliso—"
"I can handle all the interfacing by myself and plug him in later," she said without looking up from her screen.
Mpilo shook his fists like Riki did when he was thrilled to do something with his father. Outside of the office, Noxolo stood guard.
"Heading to Efetobo's office. I won't need you for that," he said.
Noxolo nodded and resumed her watch. Mpilo moved his legs quickly to match Erik's strides. The ride down the elevator to the Council floor was speedy, and they walked into a busy hallway filled with pages, office assistants, and elite guards. All eyes became glued to him as his presence stirred up quite a buzz of excitement and curiosity. A few people even stuck their heads out of office doorways to see him walk past.
Erik glanced at a directory, then made his way to an office facing south. An elite guard at the entrance nodded at him and they walked into an aromatic-smelling reception room that went back in time with the décor and energy. A young man sat in front of a desk and stood the moment he saw Erik's face.
"Prince N'Jadaka, we were not expecting you," the assistant said with a flustered squeak.
"I did not have an appointment. Is Council Elder Efetobo in? I would like to speak with her in private," Erik said in a forceful, formal tone.
One thing he wanted the Wakandans to know was that he would show up at any time.
"Excuse me, Your Highness. I will let Elder Efetobo know you are here."
The lanky young man rushed away from his desk and into a back office. Mpilo grinned.
"Everyone certainly moves like the wind for you, Prince N'Jadaka."
"I make them nervous because of my past reputation."
"I still get a little nervous," Mpilo admitted, "But your bark is much worse than your bite."
"It is still early," Erik teased.
"Prince N'Jadaka, this way please," the assistant said, extending his arm toward another door.
Erik sauntered into an opulent room filled with antiques, plush rugs, and expensive period artwork on the walls. Unlike his own office, Efetobo sat on a low comfortable stool with a matching low round table that had a tea set on it. Nothing in the room was set up like a modern office at all. He stepped into a Wakanda of the past, and Efetobo channeled the spirit of a holy medicine woman ready to counsel a worried tribesman. Next to her on another low stool was Elder Zinzi with a handle-less glazed blackstone teacup in her hand. Both women lowered their heads to him.
"Please, have a seat, Prince N'Jadaka," Efetobo said, gesturing toward the stool next to her.
She offered him tea, and he accepted. He pointed to a corner for Mpilo to stand in, to be kept out of the way. Efetobo rolled up the long wide sleeves of her heavily brocaded dress to her elbows and lifted the lid to an ancient purple clay teapot. The scent of wild berries and herbs tickled Erik's nose. Instead of pouring the tea from the pot directly, she lifted a small wooden ladle and gently filled a teacup for him with it. She offered it to him with both hands and he accepted it from her. Blowing over it to cool the steam, he took a deep sip and smiled.
"Good," he said.
"Made from fruit and plants in my home garden. A special blend from my great-grandfather's recipe," Efetobo said.
Erik glanced over at Zinzi, and there was a sparkle in her eye for him.
"I came here to speak with you openly about the Phuri," Erik said.
Efetobo's eyes darted over to Zinzi, and the other elder shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Erik tapped his kimoyo and pulled up the image of the tattoo on Chuma Inam's body that he quickly snapped while they were in the war hall.
Zinzi glanced at Mpilo, and the boy had the good sense to keep his eyes on the wall and not their huddled circle.
"Mpilo, you hear nothing and see nothing," Erik commanded.
"Yes, Your Highness," Mpilo said.
"Tell me about these people. You are the oldest member of the council and I can tell by your eyes that your memory and knowledge is long and wide," Erik said.
He placed his hands in a cupped manner and held them up to her. It was a sign of respect and deference for her status, despite him being a prince. Efetobo added more dried berries and herbs to the teapot and poured hot water from another stone container over it. Using the ladle, she stirred the contents before gazing at him with troubled eyes.
"They are not the Wolf Tribe. King T'Challa misspoke, but I did not want to correct him in front of everyone. There may have been spies among us there. It is better for them to think we are confused about who they are. Do you trust that child to be here with us?" Efetobo said.
"I trust him. He speaks anything without my permission and he is a dead child," Erik said.
Mpilo glanced over at him, and Erik tilted his head. His intern looked away with spooked eyes.
"Le ndoda ayidlali," Zinzi said.
"You are right, Elder Zinzi. I do not play when it comes to information I need," Erik said.
He enlarged the floating image and placed it above the table. Efetobo regarded the tattoo and folded her hands across her lap.
"The word Phuri has several meanings to ancient Wakandans. My grandfather was a famous historian. He wrote six volumes on the history of the five tribes. There were various clans within the tribes, but the dominant ones made the pact with the Panther tribe. You know what the Jabari did, but there was a small tribal group known as the Phuri. Their ancient totem was the hyena because it symbolized how they acted as a group," Efetobo said.
"Fiercely matriarchal, and tightly-knitted clans made those people bold and highly intelligent," Zinzi added. "Hyenas are not part of the canine family. They are related to the mongoose."
Efetobo nodded her head. "The ancient ones in Canaan, our neighbors to the west, said that the hyena was the one who brought warmth from the sun to the other animals. Some say witches used the animal to ride on and make mischief. We knew them as the clever ones. The hunters who were braver and stronger than a lion."
She pointed to the glowing tattoo on the dead man's skin.
"There was once a Golden Wolf Tribe, but infighting and wars cut down their numbers and the Phuri absorbed them. People today and back then confused the Wolf Tribe with the Hyena clans, just as they confused the hyena as being a dog. The word Phuri means secret in the old mother tongue of the ancients. That lineage was known as the Secret Ones from Lake Kivu, beyond the Warrior Falls. They were against the Udakus from the beginning of our recorded history. We banished them once they became brutal and launched attacks against various tribes trying to enforce their will on the rest of us. Over the centuries, they became a ghost clan, forgotten people… a mere myth we told our children to scare them from wandering into the forests alone. The ghost clan became a secret cult, vowing to return everyone to the ways of the mother. No monarchy. No more Udakus."
"Secret, huh?" Erik said.
"Anytime you see this animal symbol, Prince N'Jadaka, beware. It marks your death," Efetobo said.
"How can I find them? I don't have time to read a bunch of history books, Elder Efetobo, and T'Challa does not want me directly involved with hunting them down."
"I know where you can look," Mpilo said.
All three grown adults turned to look at the interruptive teenager. Mpilo held his head down but faced their direction.
"This child does not follow instructions," Zinzi said before chuckling with Efetobo.
"Come here," Erik said.
Mpilo came to his side and pointed to the tattoo.
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"I know where that design comes from. There is an artist in old town who made that style popular. All the young people in my neighborhood love his work. My brother had a small rhino tattoo put on his bicep that looks like that style and color. No one else draws like that except for him," Mpilo said.
Erik held his hands cupped for Efetobo and Zinzi.
"Thank you for your time, Elders," Erik said.
He stood.
"Prince N'Jadaka, you must be very careful and move with cunning," Efetobo said.
Zinzi stood up and placed a hand on his arm.
"You should have Mpilo give the location of the tattoo parlor to King T'Challa and let him look for clues," Zinzi said, "You do not know the country well, and as Efetobo said, there may be spies all over from that cult lying in wait. Do not offer your body for easy killing."
"I have Mpilo, and I can cover up and blend in while keeping my mouth shut. I would rather check the place for myself first before I tell T'Challa."
"Too dangerous," Efetobo said.
"I promise, a casual once over, and then I'll pass the info on to the king."
"Can you not do both?" Mpilo asked.
"Can you mind your mouth when grown folks are talking?" Erik quipped.
"But I gave you a lead."
Mpilo jammed his lips together when Erik glared at him.
"I take my leave," Erik said. He left the room with Mpilo on his heels.
"I am sorry, Prince N'Jadaka. I will mind my mouth from now on."
Erik turned to him.
"I appreciate the information, Mpilo. But with Council Elders, you must only speak when spoken to. Plus, I would've rather had you tell me this when we were alone to keep the king out of it. As of now, they'll probably snitch to T'Challa and he'll go in there all gangbusters to reassure the public and scare off more leads. I have to move covertly for this."
"Sorry."
"I know you meant to be helpful, but I really need you to follow my lead and not blurt out stuff. We need to keep this close to the vest."
"Close to the vest?"
"Kept to ourselves."
Erik glanced at his kimoyo.
"Let's go get my kids."
They marched past offices and more stares.
"Oh, shit," Erik mumbled.
Up ahead, and walking with hard determination in their direction, was Nakia. She paused twenty feet in front of him. There was no avoiding her once she noticed his purposeful strides. Her fists clenched, and she raised her head higher before approaching him with caution.
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"Prince N'Jadaka," she said with a voice that sounded like she wanted to spit in his face.
"Nakia. No sense in using phony pleasantries. You're back, huh?"
"Here to help my king."
"I'll get out of your way then," he said.
Erik stepped to the side, but she placed herself back in front of him.
"I wish you were still dead," she said.
He grinned with a sardonic twist to his lips.
"I'm sure you're not alone with that sentiment."
"Now that you are back, I hope we shall never have to cross paths in a negative way because I will kill you. With or without T'Challa's permission."
Two elite guards stepped toward them. Nakia's body language projected the potential for violence.
"I don't have time to indulge in this little chat. I have three children waiting for me. Two of which are heirs to the throne. Unless you want to get arrested, I suggest you fall back."
"Tuh," she uttered under her breath.
She noticed the guards getting antsy.
"You think that because you returned to the bosom of your grandparents' and your children's lives that we are all supposed to forget what you did to us? Bygones are bygones? Watch your back, Prince N'Jadaka," she warned.
"Watch yours," he said, stomping past her.
Mpilo jogged to keep up with him.
"That was not pleasant," Mpilo said.
"I don't have time to worry about an old enemy's feelings about getting her ass kicked by me."
Mpilo looked stressed, but Erik kept moving.
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"What do you all think?"
Erik stood behind his children as they took in his reception area. Sydette walked around the perimeter with her hands behind her back. Riki had already discovered Tlotliso's desk and took delight in touching the personal assistant's embedded vid screen. Joba stayed by his side and looked around with curious eyes.
"I like it," Sydette finally said, showing him a dimpled smile.
Tlotliso and Mpilo stood to the side of the hallway entrance and waited to be introduced.
"This is Lady Sydette, Princess Joba, and Prince Riki," Erik said.
"Hello," Tlotliso said.
"How are you?" Mpilo asked.
Joba tugged on Erik's arm.
"Daddy, I'm hungry," Joba said.
"Let's eat," Erik said, ushering the little ones to the commons room where Tlotliso had set up their after-school snack.
Fat cakes were always a hit with his kids, and they sat around the oval table smacking their lips with the stuffed sandwiches, and Erik listened to them talk about their school lessons. Riki was extra hyper, and not being able to play outdoors with other children made him fidget in his seat. Erik told them about all the tasks he had to do earlier that day, and then he took them into his office. Their only interest after that was the tabletop version of Wakanda and they spent the rest of their time there playing with the ability to change how the country looked. He gave them time by themselves to play with the landscape as he checked in with his small staff. Mpilo was full of cheesy grins.
"You are an excellent father, Prince N'Jadaka. My Baba would've left me by myself the moment I walked into the room. But you talk with them for a long time. They have so many questions. Your patience is admirable," Mpilo said.
"I missed out on so much of their lives. Every second with them is special to me," he said.
Tlotliso held up her comm tab.
"You are all set to use your office system in every room," she said.
"Thanks for handling all that," Erik said.
Her gaze lingered on him a little too long.
"Is your desk okay?" he asked, directing her attention to something else besides his face.
She grinned.
"Prince Riki was a little gentleman. He asked to touch things before picking them up."
Erik smiled. His son dashed into the room and jumped into his arms.
"Your office is cool, Baba! Can we swim in your pool?"
"I don't have a pool… oh, the bathtub. We don't have swimsuits."
Riki frowned.
"We can swim naked like we do back home," Riki said.
"Another time," Erik said.
Riki jumped down from his grasp and ran back into his office to play with the girls again.
"You have well-behaved children. They love you very much," Tlotliso said.
"They are a blessing."
"Do you want more children one day?"
Erik exhaled and thought about the question. He hadn't considered that at all since waking up.
"Yeah, I do want more—"
"Baba, we wahn see Joba's garden now. Can we leave?" Sydette said.
Her siblings followed behind her, and three sets of little eyes willed him to take them away.
"I'm done for the day. Take messages, schedule me for light duty tomorrow, and you and Mpilo can bounce in the next hour."
"As you wish, Your Highness," Tlotliso said.
Tlotliso stayed focused on him and Erik grabbed Sydette and Joba's hands. He knelt down so Riki could climb onto his back. Mpilo darted out from the inner hall.
"Prince N'Jadaka, the shop?" Mpilo said.
"Later," Erik said.
Mpilo covered his mouth with one hand after realizing he was saying too much in mixed company again.
He walked out with his children and headed for their evening garden check-up.
"Prince N'Jadaka."
Tlotliso stood in his doorway. He turned toward her with his kids all around him.
"It has been a great honor to open this office with you. I hope I can please you in the future," she said.
The words sounded innocent. Her eyes were another story all together. It wasn't flirting. He was the king at spotting that with women. Tlotliso was different. There was nothing overtly heavy-handed, even if the wording was suggestive. She was an attractive woman, and he wasn't about to become the cliché boss that lusted after his assistant. He just couldn't get a good take on her. Efficient, quiet, and productive without supervision, the woman checked off all the good boxes for staff. Erik knew how to conduct himself professionally, but she gave off vibes that she wanted something. Nothing sexual… but something. Prestige? Advancement? She yearned for something. His gut told him so. His daughter Joba didn't act strange, but she hadn't been around the woman long enough to ring any alarms for her father.
"A'ight cool. See you tomorrow," he said.
He herded his brood to the elevator. He'd have dinner with them, see them off to bed, and then head out to the tattoo parlor before T'Challa interfered.
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Joba like to see her fairy garden lights come on before it got dark and it allowed the children to stretch their legs outside in cool air with him. He enjoyed the moments with his children when it was just the four of them exploring the royal garden. They talked together and admired the pretty lights all around Joba's growing creation. Her fairy garden was nearing a quarter of an acre, and she had barely used up the space with her designs. They all played with the ceramic figurines and listened to the call of garden birds bedding down for the evening. A thrilling game of sardines commenced, and Erik ran around searching for his children, hiding from him. Riki ruined their secret hiding spot when he couldn't stop giggling whenever Erik walked past a berry bush. Sydette jumped from behind the plant and put her hands on her hips.
"I want to play regular Hide and Seek, Baba! Riki makes it hard to hide together," Sydette complained.
Peals of laughter spilled out of Riki. The boy couldn't help himself. Keeping quiet and hidden was too difficult a task for an extroverted prince.
"One more game, and this time, you all have to hide separately," Erik said.
His daughters cheered and ran off to hide when he turned his back on them. Riki slipped his hand inside his.
"Mi find them with you, Baba," Riki said.
"Okay."
He wandered around the royal garden, holding Riki's hand as they searched for his siblings. His kimoyo lit up. Erik tapped a bead and a picture of a building popped up. Mpilo left a brief text message. Riki gave a loud sigh.
"Baba, you're always working. We're 'spose to have our time with you now," Riki grumbled.
A chill ran up Erik's back. He looked down at his son and saw himself… even heard himself from the boy's mouth. Those same exact words were used by him when he was five and he complained to his Baba N'Jobu about being focused on other things, except for Erik when he was home. He stared at his own miniature doppelgänger and squeezed his son's hand. For months, he worried that his children would have a hard time truly bonding with him. He was a strange giant man thrust into their lives. However, his fears were unfounded. Yani and Disa made sure their children knew who he was daily from the time of their birth. They played videos, looked at pictures all the time, prayed for his soul at night, and the transition into being a flesh and blood father was seamless. Riki, Joba, and Sydette's love was unconditional and forgiving of his absence. They gave him love with their whole hearts and only asked that he be with them as much as possible.
"I apologize, Lil Man. You right. Baba is supposed to be here with you."
"Gwine now," Riki said, waving his other hand at Erik's kimoyo, "finish your business. Mi wait."
Riki sucked his teeth, and Erik lifted him in the air and swung him around.
"I'm here for you, boy!" Erik shouted.
Riki giggled and threw his head back as Erik began tickling him. They found Sydette and Joba behind two intertwined trees that looked like giant emerald lucky bamboo plants from China. The girls had stuffed themselves inside the hollow parts of the bark.
"Time to get ready for dinner," Erik said.
"No, let's stay out here longer!" Sydette said.
She grabbed his fingers and pulled him back toward the interior of the garden.
"Tomorrow we'll be back," Erik said.
Joba rode his back on the way to the palace, and Sydette hugged his waist from behind and walked with her face pressed into his lower back. Riki skipped in front of him, stopping occasionally to stick his nose in a flower or pick up a bug. Erik wanted more days with them like that. They were all quiet, heading back. Only the sound of cicadas in the trees serenaded their slow, meandering stroll.
Their Doras met them at the palace entry from the garden. A young man with suggestive almond-shaped eyes and a friendly smile stood with them, wearing a crisp green palace uniform of drop-crotch pants and a gauzy tunic. He held a serving tray with three glasses of soft drinks and one smaller glass filled with plum liquor.
"Prince N'Jadaka, I am Ramatla… Remy… Lady Galiber sent me to retrieve the children," Remy said.
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"Who are you exactly?" Erik asked.
Remy lowered the tray, and the children took their refreshing drinks and sipped. Erik lifted the liquor and kept his eyes on the server.
"I am the new nanny, Your Highness," Remy said. "Lady Galiber sent me down so that you could meet me and I could take the children to give you time to prepare for dinner and rest a bit."
"Nanny?"
"Yes. I was hired a few days ago."
"He's good, Baba," Sydette said.
"What happened to the other nanny?" Erik asked.
"I do not know," Remy said.
Riki held up his hand, and Remy gave him a high five. Erik looked him over. He was almost as tall as Erik, well-built, with smooth caramel skin and full lips. Not as full as Erik's, but he knew women probably went crazy for Remy's looks. He drank his liquor and side-eyed the nanny. There were too many new people around the palace. How he missed the new nanny was something he would talk to Yani and Disa about. He wanted a say in who was around his kids.
"I'll take them up myself," Erik said.
Remy lowered his head and stepped aside to let Erik walk through with the children.
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Erik took his time dressing and watched the news on his bedroom vid screen. T'Challa addressed the nation and revealed the name of the bomber. The king was calm and impressed the prince with his open candor. The speech lasted ten minutes and T'Challa stepped away from the podium to allow the head of his nation's security team to speak to their citizens about giving tips on anything they found suspicious where they were.
During dinner, Erik stewed in his seat, ready to raise his issues with new staff hires, but he waited until they dismissed his babies with Twyla. It surprised him when there was no mention of Nakia, but he figured T'Challa learned of his encounter with her. When the family settled into discussing T'Challa's speech, Erik cleared his throat.
"I appreciate everyone helping me ease back into life here, but I want to make it known from here on out that I want to be a part of any new hires. From my office to my children. It makes me uncomfortable seeing people around me that I had no say in picking."
Ramonda glanced at Umama and then T'Challa.
"Everyone has been thoroughly vetted, so you do not have to have concerns," T'Challa said.
"That's not the point. People are being thrust onto me and in my personal spaces."
T'Challa sipped a glass of wine.
"Your concerns are noted. I will make sure you are part of the vetting process in the future."
"Thank you."
Erik cast a look over at Yani.
"I told you we were getting a new nanny last month," Yani said.
Her eyes became surly, and she puckered her lips at being accused of ambushing him.
"What happened to the other one?" he asked.
"She took leave for two months to have surgery on her leg," Disa said.
Erik regarded Disa, and she studied him right back.
"I couldn't be brought in to help choose?"
"You were busy with Shuri in the lab. We didn't think it would be a big deal for the short time. You never paid attention to the old one, anyway," Disa said.
"He's only grumblin' now because Remy is a man," Yani teased.
Ramonda and Umama chuckled.
"N'Jadaka, do you not like your new staff? We can change them if that would please you. We are doing our best to make life less stressful for you," Ramonda said.
Umama broke a piece of her dessert crust and tasted it. Her fingers smoothed the tablecloth near her plate. He didn't want to upset her with his foul mood about the situation.
"I don't want to be left out on important things… that's all," he said, glancing between Yani and Disa.
"I will remind you a few times if anything like this comes up again for the household," Yani said.
The family moved into a pleasant tearoom for coffee and after dinner mingling. Baba Z and T'Challa conversed on royal duties to the country, and the women, all except Shuri, talked about the new nanny and the children possibly returning to school the following week.
"I bet you are ready to get back to the probe like I am," Shuri said.
His younger cousin slid up to him, holding a small coffee cup and a thin, sweet biscuit.
"I am. How are Fury and the others?" Erik asked.
"T'Challa has them on a short lease. For Fury, this is a vacation. The two colonizers, not so much."
"They don't enjoy being subordinates. Taking a backseat is killing them."
"T'Challa is meeting with them tomorrow. Can you come to work with me in the morning? We can be by ourselves until my brother brings them over."
"I can do that," Erik said.
Shuri moved him closer to a card table that held the coffee and biscuit sweets on the side.
"I heard you ran into Nakia," Shuri whispered.
"Yeah. She's not pleased to have me here. Threatened to kill me if I acted up."
"Did she?" Shuri's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. "I didn't think she would come at you like that so soon."
"How is your brother handling her return?"
"He is trying to be professional, but there is so much history between them. N'Jadaka, please do not antagonize Nakia."
"I'm not even thinking about that woman. I got more important things to deal with."
Disa approached him.
"Thanks for hanging on to Ogum for me. It was hella cool to get him back. He's right on my desk," Erik said.
Erik rubbed the side of her arm and she grinned with satisfaction. Yani came over and he made room for her as Shuri left his side to speak to her mother.
"I'm happy he is back in your hands. May he guide you well, Your Highness," Disa said, doing an over-exaggerated bow.
"Girl, stop," he said.
He looked at Yani.
"Listen, I didn't mean to sound snappy at dinner. I was caught off guard with ole boy. Sometimes I do ignore the domestic stuff and I probably forgot you all telling me about the switch."
He touched Yani's cheek, then stroked her dangling hoop earring.
"You were great today. I meant what I said in my message," he said.
Yani nodded and lingered closer to him.
"It was a sweet surprise," she said.
"Have you met his new personal assistant yet?" Disa asked.
Yani shook her head.
"I haven't had time to go over to that side of the palace yet. I've been so busy."
"She is a definite character," Disa said. She smirked at Erik.
"Why you say that?'" Erik asked.
Disa turned to Yani.
"Cool as a cucumber. She acted like she didn't want to let me in at first. Acting like an office wife already. Check her out when you can," Disa said.
Yani looked at Erik, then put a hand on her hip.
"Look at his face. She must be pretty because his lips are bunching up," Yani said.
"She's gorgeous," Disa said.
Yani folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh, so we can't have man candy to look at, but you get to enjoy a pretty woman?"
"Always a double standard," Disa quipped.
"I didn't pick her. Ramonda did," Erik said.
"He has us there, Yani. We chose Remy ourselves."
Erik tilted his head and thrust it toward Yani.
"Now there," Erik said.
Yani placed her hand in front of his face.
"Whatever, man. Point is, he's only here temporarily, and he's good at his job."
Erik made fun of her sing-song voice. "He's good at his job…"
"Stop teasing me!" Yani screeched, slapping his arm.
His kimoyo lit up.
"I'm going to bed early. Long day. Have your mutual man candy drop the kids off at my office after their lessons," he said.
He turned to the rest of the family.
"Night," he said, giving a wave.
"Aw! I wanted you to be my partner for the card game we're going to play. I'll be stuck with Baba Z if you go now," Shuri groaned. She sat at the card table shuffling a deck.
"Sorry," he said.
Yani and Disa looked at him with soft eyes. He so wanted to kiss them both goodbye. It felt like the most natural thing to do with the both of them. Erik turned away and felt their stares on his back. He didn't enjoy holding in his affection from both of them whenever they were all together. The urge to smother them with kisses with his arms around them both was hard to keep inside. He needed to do a better job of communicating with them both about the kids. They had great schedules for sharing parental responsibilities, but the little details he needed to work on paying attention to. It still bothered him with the new nanny. Being a man had a lot to do with it. There was something about a man being around his family intimately, most of which were women and girls, that unsettled him. Something about the way he looked bugged the hell out of him, too.
He was too good-looking. Maybe Yani and Disa chose him on purpose to poke at Erik. Having some man candy around probably delighted the rest of the staff, too. He grit his teeth. Remy probably felt like he was living it up with two fine women bosses. Erik groaned. What he would give to crawl into Yani or Disa's bed just to be coddled at the end of a grueling day. A nigga had needs. Bad. Not just for sex. He missed the intimacy he had with them both. If he had his way, they'd both be waiting for him in his bed and he'd just lay there. Between them. Yani could stroke his scalp and Disa could rub on his shoulders.
Settling into his quarters, Erik quickly changed into darker clothing and wrapped a scarf around his face in the street style of the younger Wakandan crowd. He slipped out of his home. His evening Dora greeted him.
"Heading to my office to do some work. I'll be back later," he said.
The night shift Dora took in his appearance, and he ignored her curious stare. Erik took assured steps as if he were staying in the palace for the night. He crossed over the palace bridge and once he stepped into the West Palace, he made stealth moves out of a staff door that led him down steps into a corridor. Waiting for other staff who didn't reside in the palace to leave, he blended in with a group headed out of the grounds.
Free from the protective walls, Erik waited for Mpilo to show up. His intern was right on time with a modified hover bike and eye goggles. T'Challa finally lifted restrictions on their use.
"Hop on," Mpilo said.
Erik climbed onto the back of it, and it was like riding his old motorcycle. He gripped Mpilo's waist, but there was no need to. The bike had gravity belts that held him in place. They floated above the standard land vehicles and Mpilo eased their flying vehicle into a comfortable speed.
"Old Town is close to here. It gets lively and will be busy tonight because people are free to move around without curfew."
Mpilo zipped past other bikes and carefully lowered them to a parking structure. They hopped off the bike and Erik followed the youngster into a well-lit area that still had the red clay earth of the ancient Wakandan city beneath their feet. Unlike most of Wakanda that was designed for modern times, they preserved Old Town Zana to keep the antiquated past alive. Shops, clubs, eateries, and bars lined up the streets as a busy subway system traveled above them and around the entire area. An old-time trolley rumbled on the ground, fueled with vibranium. The word "Old" may have been in the area's name, but the inhabitants, vendors, and club-goers were all youthful and out for a good time despite the attack fears.
"It is around this way," Mpilo said.
Erik chose well with his clothing. He didn't stand out at all.
"There," Mpilo said.
The tattoo parlor his intern shared a picture of earlier was a popular spot. They walked inside and pretended to look over sketches all over the walls. Erik kept silent and allowed Mpilo to do all the talking when needed.
"See?" Mpilo whispered, pointing to several tattoo designs that matched the style of the Phuri hyena symbol. There were no hyenas on the wall, though. Just an elephant, a rhino, a lion, and a bird with its long neck bent backward and its wings taking off in flight.
"That's him," Mpilo said.
There were three working tattoo artists in the shop. The one Erik wanted to see inked a young woman's naked back. Nearly done with his customer, the bulky artist colored in a small yellow sun on a honey-brown shoulder.
"I'll be with you in a minute," the man said.
Erik took a seat next to Mpilo and waited. Twenty minutes dragged out until the artist approached them.
"What can I help you with? Do you need to look at some of our catalogs for ideas?"
"I like the rhino and elephant tattoos. The blue ones over there," Mpilo said.
"Everyone likes those. I made them myself."
"I am Tazi. This is my brother. He dared me to get one."
Erik shrugged and pretended to watch another artist work on a client.
"I am Langa. One should think wisely about getting marked. A dare is not a good reason to ink yourself, young brother."
"I like how they look. Especially the ones you made over there."
"I think you should contemplate long and hard about getting one. I shall be here when you are serious," Langa said.
Mpilo looked at Erik with panic in his eyes.
"I really want to get one. I like animals and the rhino is my favorite."
"Mine too," Langa said.
"What made you come up with that style?" Mpilo pressed.
Langa glanced over at the artwork. There were no other customers who needed his attention.
"I learned it from an old man. No one does that technique anymore. I was lucky to meet him a couple of years ago before he retired to the edge of the Border lands. He may be dead now. He did not look well when he passed down his skill to me."
"Well, at least he taught you how to preserve the beauty of his art."
"That is true."
"What was his name?" Mpilo asked.
Erik held his breath. There was nothing he could do because with one word out of his mouth, everyone there would know he wasn't from there. Mpilo only knew how to be direct. The skills of teasing out information without suspicion were Erik's forte.
"You are asking a lot of questions," Langa said.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the counter, watching the two of them carefully.
"You said that tattoos are a serious undertaking. If I am to have one with meaning to me, I want to know the history of the artistry behind it."
Langa considered this.
"He called himself Ozipho. That is all he told me. Grouchy man. Gifted, but very grouchy. He lived in a smelly little hut near a shake club. All I did was to pay him with liquor at that club so he could look at naked women, and he showed me how to make good money with his art."
Langa laughed at the memory.
Erik lifted himself from the seat and pretended to answer a kimoyo call outside. Mpilo joined him a moment later.
"Was that good?" Mpilo asked.
"Not too bad for a beginner."
"He was so suspicious."
"I would be too if strangers walked in chatting me up about something so specific."
Erik looked around.
"Let me borrow your hover bike," Erik said.
"Why? I can drive you anywhere."
"I have to travel far, and it's not for you to be involved with at this point."
"This is national security. I am helping you solve a serious crime."
"You are a kid. I got this," Erik insisted.
"You do not know the country. I have been to the Border lands many times with my family. Let me help you find this Ozipho man. It will look strange to have you wandering around there alone. We can pretend to be father and son on vacation. Less suspicious."
"Doesn't your family need you to be home now?"
"They will think I am doing extra work in the palace late. Nothing to worry about."
A guide would be better than him relying on his kimoyo and lurking in the dark shadows like an obvious creep or mark. A street vendor walked by. Erik grabbed a colorful scarf and paid for it with his kimoyo.
"We should at least look alike with our fits," Erik said.
"Yes!" Mpilo said.
"I'm driving the hoverbike there," Erik said.
"Whatever you say, Baba!" Mpilo said, then he started laughing, making Erik grin at his high-pitched cackles.
Mpilo draped the scarf around his face, and even with his mouth and nose covered, the excitement in the boy's eyes showed a readiness for adventure.
"Let's go," Erik said, leading the way back to the hoverbike.
Chapter 40 HERE.
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Chapter 2 of Storm is up! (Okoye x Attuma)
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It is the literal buttcrack of dawn. I have been working on this like crazy- rewriting stuff. Making playlists to write to. Watching deleted scenes. Rewatching movies. The entire nine yards. And I finally feel like this is finally worthy enough to share! So I updated my book on AO3. Check it out! <3
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Loyal to Royalty
Erik!Stevens X OC
Part Two 
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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arrange marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.
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“She has a faint pulse, we need to hurry up and get her to a crash cart. Stat!” Okoye yelled as they carried Imani through the halls. They placed her on the medical table, ripping off her shirt as Shuri grabbed the things she needed. 
“What happened?”
“The helicopter that they were on were attacked by smugglers. They found her in the mess.” Ayo said as Shuri and the medical team started to bag her.
“How the hell is she still alive!?” Shuri asked as T’Challa ran in with Nakia. Nakia was already in her medical gear. 
“Everyone that does not need to be here, out!” she yelled getting close to Imani. Everyone left the room, as T’Challa watched through the glass worried. He chewed on his thumb as they attempted to bring her pulse back to a strong rate. After 15 minutes, it was getting worse. 
“Challa, she’s trying to fight it but it’s not working.” Shuri told him as he thought about it. “Not even the-”
“Nope. We might have to use the herb.” she whispered to him. “Nakia suggested it, she’s not going to make it.” she begged him. He thought long and hard before nodding. 
“I’ll get it. They won’t suspect anything if I’m in there.” he stood up walking out of the lab. 
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A couple of days later, Imani was invited to the country of Wakanda. Over the last couple of days Erik and her has been communicating over the plans over the marriage. Nothing to much. 
Imani sat in the common area preparing for her trip.. Her step mother came in seeing what she was doing, seeing her packing a backpack for her things. “Hm, so now you’re on board with marrying Prince N’Jadaka?” she asked standing over her. She looked up at her fathers wife, before squinting her eyes. 
“Nope. Still not. But what choice do I have to protect my people.” she said zipping up the bag and standing up. 
“I just don’t understand what that family and your father see’s in you. You have them all fooled but I’ll be damned if you get us.” Oshana snapped. Imani faked pouted at her before saying, 
“Well considering that the Wakanda royal family has been in my life since I was like... 4 months old, I’ve created a very special bond with those lovely people.” she said matter of factly. “Besides, my father wouldn’t trust your precious daughter to run a bakery sale, Nevermind a a country.” she shrugged her shoulders before stepping aside to grab everything else she needed. 
“My daughter is more prepared to be a Queen than you will ever be. You’re disrespectful and a nuance to this entire family.” she snapped at her. Imani laughed, she couldn’t help but laugh. That is one thing that Oshana and Amara hated about Imani. Normal people would be upset with the pestering but she found it hilarious. Funny even. Whatever they did or say, she never really let them effect her. Of course there were times where she would snap when they over stepped, but any other times she would just laugh. 
“Okay..” she trailed off. She turned around and looked at her. “It’s kind of pitiful how quick you are willing to throw your one and only daughter out to a man that neither of you guys know. I can sort of understand why my father is doing it but what does it for you?” she asked them seriously. All she did was stare at her, because the both of them knew exactly why. 
It was about power. Money. More fame. 
“The fact that my daughter is grateful to be in such a blessed position is more than what you could ever do.” she whispered to her, Imani winced. 
“See that’s where I disagree.” Imani whispered back. “But, I’m going to let you decide on what I’m talking about.” she said throwing the bag over her shoulders. She didn’t move as she stared at Oshana in the face. 
“I just don’t understand what my father see’s in you.” she mocked her, Oshana’s face growing with rage as she heard Imani speak. “My mother was a lady with such high values and such a beautiful spirit. Your a disappointment to what the queen was. You’re whole existence in my father’s life is like venom to blood.” 
The anger that dripped from her voice was scary enough to make Oshana not say anything else. Before she stepped out of the common area, she turned back and looked at her. 
“My father may be dumb, but I’m not.”
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“Imani, welcome back to Wakanda.” Okoye said with a smile as the two of them hugged each other. 
“I will never get used to that grand entrance.” Imani told her looking around. “Such a beautiful home that you guys have.” she said as Okoye chuckled. 
“Well this will be also be your home. Shuri told me to escort you to the lab. I’m guessing for the new upgrades..” she trailed off, whispering the last part. Imani nodded following the Dora Milaje guards to the lab. 
“That. And to talk to Erik.” she said. Okoye sighed before looking at her while they walked. 
“I tried to convince the board that it-” Imani cut her off. 
“I’ve heard that so many times.” she chuckled. “I’ve done it on my side. T’Challa, Shuri, You, Erik. No use.” she sadly stated. Okoye grabbed her shoulder squeezing it. 
“Well at least you get to come here more often.” she said trying to lighten the mood. The attempt to make her feel better actually did make her feel a tad bit. Wakanda was such a beautiful place. She remembered as a child she would dream and wish that her country was just like Wakanda. Coming here as a child was her favorite place to go to. More than all the beaches, more than any amusement park, more than any country in the world. 
“Honestly, that is an upside.” she said to her laughing. They entered the lab seeing two mannequins with the suit. But neither one of them were hers. She noticed it belonged to the Black Panther and the Golden Jaguar. 
“Imani!” she turned around and saw Shuri running towards her. She ran into her arms as Imani laughed hugging her back. “I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed. Imani looked at her a bit confused. 
“You saw me a week ago. When I dropped the suit off?” she asked her as Shuri shrugged grabbing her tablet. 
“Okay? And the sky is blue.” she said. Imani giggled at the little come back. If there was anyone who could out match Imani in the ‘smart mouth’ department was Shuri. 
“Any ways, we need to wait till T’Challa and Erik gets-”  The two of them walked into the lab together talking about something. Erik stopped in his tracks seeing Imani sitting on one of the stools. The two of them looked at each other before she gave him a nod acknowledging he was there. She stole a quick glimpse of him, seeing what he had on. He wore a plain white shirt, with a pair of grey sweat shorts with a some white Airforce Ones. T’Challa was dressed in traditional casual Wakanda wear. 
It was nice to see that he bought his style from the states over here. One thing that she was obsessed with was some of the fashion that America had to offer. Some of it was though was.. questionable. 
“Hello.” she said waving at the two of them. Erik looked her up and down drinking her in. She wore a red flowy dress with a white jean jacket, with white sandals with wedges. Her dreads were in a high bun on the top of her head. “What is she doing here?” Erik asked sitting across from her making her roll her eyes. 
“You’re gonna see in a second.” T’Challa said hugging Imani. Imani turned around from the lab table, looking at Shuri who was about to present. 
“So as you all know I did some modifications to your suits. For some odd reason Jadaka, when you absorbed all of the kinetic energy, all of it wasn’t being released. Most of it being kept inside the suit. So I made some upgrades so it didn’t get overheated, in a cooling system.” she told him. He stood up touching the suit admiring the gold trimmings. 
“I also added to all three suits sound absorbing shoes. So when you are trying to be sneaky, no one hears you.” she said. Erik was the only one that noticed that she say the number three. 
“Three? You have another suit?” he asked her. Shuri looked at Imani before she nodded for her to continue. Shuri clicked the button for the suits storage is the silver and black suit came to view. It just wasn’t an upgrade, it was an entirely new suit. 
“Holy shit..” Imani whispered standing up touching it, looking at Shuri. “You did all this?” she asked. Shuri nodded smiling, she was so proud of herself. Erik looked at the two of them before shaking her head, 
“Wait no. No. She is not getting a suit.” Erik stood up. That made Imani turn around and squint her eyes at him. 
“Why not? I already had one.” she shrugged her shoulders in a matter of fact tone. 
“What do you mean you already have one?” Everyone looked at each other before she sighed, 
“I’m the Silver Leopard.” she confessed to him as he stared at her. After a few seconds he burst out laughing. 
“Okay.. that was a great joke. Now forreal. What’s with the suit?” he asked Shuri as she looked around the room at everyone. 
“I’m not joking.” she stated, him staring at her in complete shock. His mouth was slightly open as his eyes squinted in shock in confusion. 
“H-How?” he asked. 
“It’s not important.” she turned around admiring the suit, that statement making him scoff. 
“The fuck kinda- no it is important. If I’m marrying you it’s my job to make sure you’re safe.” he snapped at her. She pointed at Shuri before saying,
“I am safe. She keeps me safe. Just like she keeps the two of you safe.” she told him. Erik stared at her before looking at everyone. 
“Give us a minute.” Everyone respected his wishes as they gave the two time to talk. “So you didn’t think it would be important for you to tell me?’ he asked her. 
“I didn’t think it was important. I have other things that are more important that the Silver Leopard. Like being forced to marry you.” she snapped at him. His head fell back as his eyes closed as he let out a sarcastic laugh. 
“Oh my gosh! Can you stop thinking about the being force to marry shit!? You can run away if it’s that much of an issue for you!”
“And leave my country behind?”
“Okay then! So you don’t have to say every five fucking minutes that you’re being forced to fucking marry me. Do you think I wanna marry you? No, I’m being forced just as much as you are. I have to do it because I know in the long run it’ll help people. Just like you. So just accept it if there’s nothing you can do..” he was fed up with her, almost to the point of being annoyed. 
“If we are going to be doing this, this is the type of shit that you need to tell me. Got it?” he told her. She was speechless from his outburst. He snapped his fingers in front of her before snapping her out of the little trance he had her in. “Hello?” he bought her back to reality as she slowly nodded her head. 
“Yeah.”  He sat down on the stool that she was previously sitting on. “So, explain.” he told her. She stared at him before saying, 
“The night our helicopter crashed, they bought me to Wakanda because the hospital was closest. The only way for them to keep me alive was to have the Heart Shape Herb in my system.” she told him. He had so many questions about what she just said, he didn’t even know where to start. 
“So after they gave it, they couldn’t extract it?” he asked. She shook her head, playing with her fingers. 
“No, at the time I would start coding once they extracted it. So T’Challa made the decision to just let me have it so I could stay alive.” she said looking back at him. “No one knows about it though. T’Challa didn’t want the councilors here and my father finding out about it. I don’t want him to know that I’m the Silver Leopard, it’ll just make things worse.” she groaned rubbing her temples. 
“How?” he chuckled standing up. “Your father, your step mother and your step sister damn near worshiped us because of who we are. I’m sure-”
“Erik please. You do not know them like I know them. The only reason they worship you is because you two are men, who are high in a monarchy, who just so happened to be rich. It’s seen as powerful on you but for me, it’s seen as someone who won’t take the thrown seriously. I’m a female royal, we’re suppose to sit behind the men and look pretty.” she explained to him. 
“I don’t want anyone else to find out about this, understand?” she told him. He was silent before she spoke again. “Erik, do you understand?” she said a tad bit louder. 
“Yeah..” she gave him one last look before walking to the hall to get the rest. Erik just stared at her suit. Shock wasn’t even the word to explains how he felt. They came back in, Imani sitting across from him on the table, giving him a look. 
“Okay.. back on subject.” 
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After their little meeting, T’Challa grabbed Imani and Erik to talk. “You guys good?” he asked her. 
“Yes. What did you want to talk about?” she asked him, trying to change the subject. T’Challa looked at Erik before he nodded his head sighing him to continue on with what he had to say. 
“So, Okoye gave me intel about how there is vibranium being trafficked through the dark market being sold at an auction Friday night. I need all hands on this one. This place is going to be surrounded in heavy duty weaponry.” he told them. 
“That gives us only two days to prepare.” she whispered, her mind immediately racing on what she needed to do to prepare. “Can you send me all of the information for it so I can go over it.” she told him. 
“Just stay here for the next couple of days. It’ll give us time to debrief and come up with a plan, and no one would think anything of it considering that you two are going to be.. y’know.” he said, not trying to make it awkward. 
“I guess. I don’t have to worry about smuggling the suit across the boarders.” she shrugged her shoulders. “I just need to grab some clothes and some extra things I need to stay.” she said pulling out her phone to contact her barricade but Erik stopped her. 
“Don’t worry. We can just use one of the jets. They are programmed so that we don’t have to stop at the boarders.” Erik said. She looked at him a little shocked by the gesture before she looked at T’Challa. 
“We’ll be back, once we are we can discuss it.” she told him, he nodded. 
“Be safe you two.” he left back into the corroders then looked back at him. 
“I’m ready when you are.” 
They sat in the jet, looking at the sunset that sat upon the Wakanda horizon. It was silent, it was awkward. She didn’t know what to say, she just assumed that there was nothing to say to him. That was until he spoke up, 
“I’m sorry for snapping on you earlier.” he told her. She looked up from her phone before nodding. 
“You’re good.” she said looking back at her phone. He stared at her again before saying, 
“Well we have another 20 minutes before we get to yours so why don’t we attempt to get to know each other.” he suggested turning to look at her. “Its only percussions, just in case someone asks us about us.” he defended himself. She thought about it before saying, 
“Sure why not.” she shrugged before locking her phone and throwing it on the dash board. He looked a tad bit shocked that she agreed but he didn’t let his fascial expressions show it. “Ask way N’Jadaka.” 
The way she said his name, had him feelings some kind of way. He felt that in his soul, only wanting to hear her say it again.. and again... and again. 
“Okay... favorite color?” she gave a ‘are you serious’ look, but he shrugged. “It’s good to know...” he trailed off. 
“It’s purple.” she told him. “That is what color I wanted inspired by my suit but we all know who took that.” she said rolling her eyes as he chuckled. “But he makes it look alright so I guess.” 
“Yeah... he does look okay in purple.” he said before shaking her head. “Mine is gold.” 
“Gold isn’t a color...”
“Yes it is.” 
“No it’s not. It’s a metal.” she said. “That’s like saying, ooh my favorite color is bananas just because it’s yellow. The accurate color of gold is yellow with a metallic touch.” she argued as he rolled his eyes. 
“Okay... so the color gold is a yellow with a metallic touch. Just like the color baby blue is mixed with white.” he said in general as she looked at him. 
“Okay... so what two colors make gold then?” she asked him. 
“Brown and Yellow.” he looked at her as her eyes was squinted. “Don’t believe me? Search it up.” he laughed before she rolled her eyes playfully, slouching in her seat. “Hmm. exactly.” he said knowing that she proved him wrong. 
“Anyways.. your turn.” he said laughing. She thought of a question before saying, 
“What is something that your afraid of?” He scoffed at the question, thinking that there was nothing he was scared of. 
“Nothing.” she looked at him before rolling her eyes. 
“Okay tough guy, everyone is scared of something.” she said as he chuckled. 
“Not me.” she smirked before saying, 
“So your not scared of getting an uncurbable disease. Or a loved one dying. Or being snapped out of existence?” she asked. 
“Okay but that’s not the same.” 
“It literally is the same. Everyone is scared of something, that doesn't mean nothing.” she mentioned. The two of them continued to argue about it as the jet entered the castles air wing. 
She stood up as the plane landed before stretching. “Okay, I’m going to run in and grab everything that I need. I’ll be right out. I should be back in less than 10 minutes.” she told him typing in the entry pad code to open the side door. 
“Why don’t I just come inside?” he asked her standing up. She turned around looking at him. 
“That’s not a good idea. So just stay here.” she said stepping down the ramp. He stared at from behind before rolling his eyes. 
She walked into the galley way, attempting to make her presence unknown but they were having dinner in the dining hall. Her father caught her figure trying to sneak pass the humongous arch way. 
“Imani, how was Wakanda? I hope you acted accordingly!” he yelled behind her. She stopped closing her eyes before turning around. She stood in the arch way to see the three of them having dinner. 
“No. I ran through the streets of Wakanda naked while singing America’s national anthem.” she said sarcastically. Her step-mother scoffed at her words before looking at her father, 
“And you expect her to rule this country. Such pity.” she said. With a quick thought and faster way with her tongue she spat out, 
“And tell me, what have you done to benefit this country?” she asked crossing her arms over her shoulder. Before she could answer she was cut off by Imani, “I’ve done more for this country as Princess than you have and ever will as queen.” she said, like venom dripping from her words. 
“Don’t talk to my mother like that.” Amarah said standing up. All Imani could do was role her eyes. 
“Well I would not have to talk to her like this if she knows when and when not to keep her lips touching.” she snapped back. 
“That’s enough!” Her father snapped. “Imani, don’t speak to her that way.” he looked at her, as her step-mother smirked at her. But the smirk was quickly wiped away when he looked at her and said, “Don’t antagonize her. I would think you would know by now that she will say anything that she pleases. Don’t forget she’s my daughter.” he warned her. She cleared her throat looking down at her plate. 
“Sit down. Eat. Tell me about your time in Wakanda.” 
“Actually I can’t. T’Challa has invited me to stay at the palace so that Erik and I can get to know each other better.” she lied. Amarah’s face lit up at the name of Erik. 
“Oh that’s good! See, I told you this wouldn’t be bad.” Her father said. She couldn’t help but mentally gag at those words. 
“Hm it does sound delightful. Amarah, go upstairs and pack a bag. You should tag along to expand your resources.” her mother instructed her. She stood up happily from her seat but Imani stopped. 
“No! She cannot come!” she said as the three of them stared. 
“And why is that?” Amarah asked with a raised of her eyebrow. “It seems like you feel threatened by my presence.” she smirked. 
“Actually no.” Erik came from behind the wall as her smirked turned to complete shock. 
“Prince N’Jadaka. Oh my goodness, you’re here.” she said caught by surprised. Oshana stood up and so did her father. 
“Did she have you wait outside? That is unacceptable. What must go through your mind to have him wait on your time and-”
“Actually no, once again. I was making a call.” he lied. Imani looked back at him squinting her eyes at him before he spoke up again. “Her being threatened by your presence have nothing to do with it.”
“Oh I didn’t mean it like-”
“She cannot come King Z’Kiri but maybe another time. The palace will be empty with just me and her with T’Challa going out for some business, and my Aunt won’t be in the palace until next week.” he cuts her off by crossing his arms over his chest. “We decided that we just wanted to use this time to get to know each other better and discuss plans for what we have for the countries.” he finished. 
“Is this correct?” her father looked at her. She nodded her head in agreement. 
“Yes. She would just be alone.” she responded. The look on Amarah’s face was seething with pure anger and jealousy. It was kind of soothing and funny that Erik stood up for her. 
“Well, there will be another time when we all meet in Wakanda. And plus it is important that they create some bond and focus on what the two countries needs.” he said. Relief went through out her entire body as she looked at her with a smirk. 
“Well I need to go grab my things that I need for the the next few nights.” she turned around walking up the stairs leaving Erik behind. 
“That’s funny that’s she finally on board with this arranged marriage. All the crap that she was talking about the arrangements. About you.” her step mother replied picking up some of her salad with her fork. 
“Oshana.” Her father warned her but all Erik did was shrug. 
“To be fair, I don’t blame her. I’m not at all jumping with joy with being forced to marry someone that I don’t know, have no feelings for and have no type of love. And I’m sure she feels that way.. twenty times more.” he said leaning against on of the pillars that was in the dining hall. 
“Well in this life we have the make sacrifices' in the life time to protect the ones we love, And one thing for certain she loves the people of this country very much.” her father said as he chuckled. 
“Oh trust me. One of the many features that I do like about her.” he said. It was nothing but the truth. The way that she spoke about her country and it’s people, there was nothing that she wouldn’t do to protect them. 
“That’s funny that you say that. Amarah here is going out tomorrow to the streets to volunteer for the children center.” she said with a smug smile. 
“Yeah. Imani was suppose to come to help out but I guess it wasn’t that important to her.” Amarah said shaking her head in fake disappointment. Erik wasn’t stupid. He knew what they were doing. So he decided to step in. 
“Is that so? So how many times have you done it?”
“Oh, this will be first time. I thought it was important that the kids understand that there are people in royalty who understands them.” she said as Erik nodded. 
“And how long  have you been here?” he asked.
“Oh I’ve been here for about-”
“That doesn’t matter.” her Oshana said cutting her off before she could answer. 
“I mean, if you’re going to say that Imani doesn't find these kids important because she decided to skip one meeting in which she has gone ever since she was 18, that’s kind of a stretch don’t you think. Especially because you’ve been here for years.”  he said in a matter of fact tone. The dinner table went quiet, Oshana trying to find out a way to defend her daughter. Imani came down at the right time before anything else could be said. 
“Okay well we will be heading out now.” she said with her duffle bag over her shoulder. “By the way Amarah if your still down to come with me, Saturday is when I rescheduled to go with the kids. Just during the evening instead of in the morning.” she told him. Erik chuckled before shaking his head. 
“Oh.. I uh actually was going to go out with some of my friends.” she said awkwardly. 
“Oh... that’s more important than the kids?” Erik asked. Imani looked up at him in shock and confusion as her step mother gasped in disbelief. 
“Erik.” Imani said hitting his chest in shock. The last thing that she wanted was to have any argument or have them feel some type of way just for them to sit up and here argue. 
“Whatever let’s just head out.” he said standing up straight and walking out the hall. She saw the look on her step mother and step sister face, knowing that when she cam back there was going to be some shit.
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tchallasbabymama · 1 year
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Black Panther fanfiction featuring Black OCs for the 18+ crowd. [Minors DNI]
Officially on hiatus until Spring 2024. I’ve been working on a lot of my original stories, and can’t do both at this time.
Also on AO3!
Here's my other Tumblr where I'll be keeping y'all updated on my original, non-fanfic works. I'm in the process of self-publishing an erotic novella at the moment. Stay tuned for updates!
All works are mine and may not be reposted anywhere. However, I live for feedback, so I ask that you leave comments on and reblog my stories as you read them.
Fanfics below the cut. Enjoy 😘
📚= complete series
📖= series in progress
📓=oneshot
🚧= coming soon
Characters listed in alphabetic order:
Erik "Killmonger" Stevens, A.K.A. Prince N'Jadaka
All For Us 📚
Erik Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.
Erik x Samira (OC)
angst
The Temple 📚
Prince N’Jadaka visits The Temple, a place of sacred sexual healing.
N’Jadaka x Aisha (OC)
smut
Black Lace 📓
Erik takes a liking to his girl’s natural scent.
Erik x Quinn (OC)
smut
Baby Body📓
New father Erik realizes his girlfriend isn’t as confident as she used to be, so he decides to do something about it.
Erik x Destiny (OC)
fluff, smut
Don’t Forget About Us 📓
Erik and his ex get that old thang back.
Erik x Kayla (OC)
smut
The Wedding Guest 📓
A lonely girl meets a handsome stranger who turns out to be much more than meets the eye.
Erik x Stevie (OC)
smut
Teamwork 📓
Erik’s girlfriend has been curious about playing with multiple partners at once, and now she’s getting her chance.
Erik x Raven (OC)
smut
M'Baku
Blossoming Ashes: A Troubled Waters Sequel 🚧
Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?
M’Baku x Amita (OC)
angst, smut
Ménage à Trois 📚
Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.
T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku
smut
Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖
A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.
T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku
smut, fluff
M’Baku’s Love 📚
Inspired by Sylvie’s Love, this story follows M’Baku during his time visiting the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, CA.
M’Baku x Monae (OC)
fluff, smut
Used 📓
M’Baku needs an outlet for his aggression after losing Challenge Day. Luckily, she’s already in his palace waiting for him.
M’Baku x Akila (OC)
smut
Tea and Tattoos 📓
M’Baku gets very close with his new tattoo artist.
M’Baku x Sanaa (OC)
smut
Ready📓
M’Baku’s wife is finally ready to have kids, and he couldn’t be more excited.
M’Baku x Rada (OC)
smut
Girl of His Dreams📓
M’Baku becomes a succubus’ prey.
M’Baku x Akeza (OC)
smut
Her Throne📓
A Ménage à Trois oneshot. Zora decides to have a little fun with her sub.
M’Baku x Zora (OC)
smut
Ramonda
How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back 📖
Queen Mother Ramonda meets a handsome warrior during her brief stay in Jabariland after fleeing Killmonger’s reign.
Ramonda x Kodjo (OC)
fluff, smut
Shuri
Queen Shuri📓
Shuri reluctantly steps into her brother’s shoes while grieving his loss.
angst
T'Challa
Troubled Waters 📚
When King T’Challa’s life is saved by a mysterious woman, his eyes are opened up to a whole new world he never knew existed.
T’Challa x Nia (OC)
angst, smut
Ménage à Trois 📚
Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.
T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku
smut
Ménage à Trois Part Deux 📖
A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.
T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku
smut, fluff
Playlist  📚
On his off-day, King T’Challa makes a visit to the market that could change his life forever.
T’Challa x Ashanti (OC)
fluff, smut, angst
Swimming in Denial 📚
Kali and T’Challa meet in graduate school and become fast friends, but is their relationship truly platonic?
T’Challa x Kali (OC)
fluff, smut, angst
Polaroids📓
Tasha misses her boyfriend T’Challa and plans to send him a gift he won’t forget, but it doesn’t quite work out the way she planned.
T’Challa x Tasha (OC)
fluff, smut
Potential Breakup Fic 📓
T’Challa can’t keep his dick in his pants and his girlfriend is tired of it.
T’Challa x Kiana (OC)
angst
Thunderstorm📓
The king and future queen of Wakanda spend some much-needed quality time together.
T’Challa x Ororo
smut
Homecoming📓
When T’Challa comes back from getting his masters degree, his best friend’s little sister catches his eye.
T’Challa x Hadiza (OC)
smut
Instinct📓
The king tries his best to survive his first heat after becoming the Black Panther.
T’Challa x Xoliswa (OC)
smut
Crossroads Blues📓
A grieving T’Challa meets a strange man at the crossroads.
T’Challa x Monica Lynne
angst, fluff, smut
Thank you for reading and reblogging 💕
Masterlist graphic by @griot-of-wakanda.
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The Nanny
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Inspired by The Nanny
90’s sitcom style
Shuri x black!nanny!reader
Summary: Shuri Udaku, the most successful Broadway producer in all of New York And many other areas in the world. Of course, Wakanda being her first show.She has three kids, Amala being the oldest, Ace the middle and Azula the youngest. She is always busy producing but never too busy for her kids. But soon business is getting to the point where her hours are being longer and longer by the hour. She realises that even though their butler is there she needs someone else. Someone with style, profession and class?
Warnings: none
Shuri is not the black panther nor queen. No royal status is used in this story.
Queen Ramnonda, T'challa, and Killomnger{Erik} are alive. Not her dad tho, i hate that nigga.
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She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens,Til her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.
Y/N was placing the last dress on the rack, fixing it to perfection for the next lucky customer to walk in. She looked to her right and saw her friend Valerie sitting on one of the lounge chairs, smacking her gum loudly while flipping through magazines. “Val, I could hear your smacking from here..can you please stop?” your accent running through the complaint you gave your friend. “And I could smell your breath from here but am I complaining?”She retorted back without making eye contact. You rolled your eyes but checked your breath. You cringe in disgust as you smell the tuna salad you had for lunch dancing on your breath and the tip of your tongue.
You quickly grabbed your purse and swivelled around until you found your last piece of stick gum. You fixed yourself proper as you saw the lady that came in earlier trying on her dress. “My, my, my, don't you look gorgeous, you look like a virgin…here's some crackers for your morning sickness honey”, you passed it on to the lady as she laughed a bit.
“So…when are you and David getting married?” the lady asked while you were editing her dress. “Oh you know me, always the bridesmaid and never the bride.” you laughed awkwardly as you rushed to your boyfriend of three years.
“When are we gonna get married, David, it has been three years since we are together, when are we gonna set a date?” You berated your boyfriend. “You know what they say?” He shrugged slightly. “What, pick a ring, pick a pattern?” you questioned. David has been your boyfriend of three years. You met him at a movie theatre when you date stood you up. He offered to buy you popcorn and your company as well. At first you were hesitant but soon he broke those walls down with his humour. But soon those laughable days became boring nights. He just came uninterested throughout the duration of your relationship. Has he been entertained by someone else?
“Okay, okay fine, I wanted to save it for a special place but there's no time like the present.” he rubbed his hands together and grabbed yours ever so gently. You got tense because so many thighs were running through your mind. “Ive..ive been thinking, that…we should see other people”, he let go of your hand while your face was painted in major disbelief.
“What!” you exclaimed loudly. “Since you've been thinking that?” you yelled with your accent lacing heavily through each word. “Since i've been seeing Heather Marshall…she's smoking.” he talked lightly as if he didn't just shatter your heart. “You're telling me that ive wasted 3 years of my life with you, and you've just been stringing me along because.what im your best sales girl?” David’s face faltered a bit as if he had more news to share. “Speaking of which, Heather needs a job”, he gritted his teeth. “So you're firing me?” you shouted again. “Fine you and this dump can go to shits because i quit.” You paced yourself to the door and made your exit attempting to slam the door.
A few second later
“No you fired me because that way I can collect unemployment.” you smirked and left the store and your past behind.
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So over the bridge from Flushing to the Udaku’s door, She was there to sell makeup but the mother saw more, She had stye, she had flair, she was there
You walked to the next home. A large modern yet old mansion. You wore a blazer dress paired with white pumps. Putting it together with gold hoop earrings and a layered necklace.
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You took a deep breath and muttered something in Spanish while rehearsing the lines of your new job. Urban Herb Cosmetics. As you waited for someone to answer the door you rehearsed your line one more time. “Que perdedora”(what a loser) you muttered. The door opened and you were greeted with a rather tall and buff man. His hair tied back into a tight low bun. Skin was littered with little beard hairs and shined greatly, giving the sun competition.
“Hello Im Y/N, L/N” you introduced yourself. “Ah yes, we have been expecting you”, his voice was nice. Calming maybe a bit stern. He opened the door wider as he stepped aside to let you in as you waltzed. “I assume you are here for the nanny position?” He closed the door and faced you with his eyebrow raised. Did he just say nanny position? I am here to sell some lipstick but hey maybe i could get something out of this. “I could be”, you answered confidently.
As you entered you took in your atmosphere. It just spelled rich. It smelled like cedarwood and maybe something fruity. You looked around and thought to yourself how were you gonna shake this off.
“May I present your resume to Ms.Udaku?” he asked nicely with a grin on his face. RESUME? You didn't have one you matter, if fact any at all. “Uhh resume?....you know why don't you grab this Ms.Udaku for me and I will do the presenting myself”, you smiled your award winning smile. “As you wish” he walks away. You bought yourself some time to figure out your resume.
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After a while one of the kids comes out and attempts to scare you. You paid no mind and went on continuing your resume in light pink lipstick. Your favourite shade is “Sade”. Soon enough Ms. Udaku came out in all of her glory.
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(Minus the gloves)
A white blouse tucked in a sleek black pair of dress pants with compliments to the underboob corset. Her toned arms showed through a bit and her small curved body making the outfit hotter than it already is.
“Hello there, I am Shuri Udaku, and it seems you've met my son, Ace Udaku,” she pointed to the trickster. You shot up and walked right over him with of course, elegance and grace. You looked at her studying and analysing it well. Her face was familiar to you. You pondered for a bit until it clicked to you. “Hey weren't you in vogue for top 20 eligible widowers,with you being number 2 on the list? She chuckled lightly as she nodded. “You read vogue?” She questioned. “Only if your face is on it” you stated confidently.
Shuri smirked before she looked down and saw the piece of paper in your hand. “May I see your Resume?” you handed it to her and followed her to sit.
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Within the span of 15 minutes, you've met the 2 daughters, Amala and Azula. Amala is very shy compared to Azula who is very..interesting. She does therapy for her young age. Also in those minutes you were being escorted out because of the embarrassment of her kids. Although you did try to convince her she was not budging. As the butler, with whom you later learned his name, Attuma opened the door the phone rang once more. Shuri answered and was greeted with an instant dilemma. She needed a nanny to watch the kids on Saturday for her party. There was no available person at the agency..unless.
Shuri looked up and saw you were already at her with a glint of hope walking in your eyes. “By any chance you have experience with kids?” you rushed to her in excitement and answered her question with the story of you raising younger brothers. You reassured her, getting closer to her, pleaded with her, for her to hire you. She looked into your light hazel eyes and got lost. With her next choice out of impulse but also with certainty.
“You are hired…but only for a trial period. If I do not approve you must go immediately.” She said sternly with her finger pointing at her. “Thank you, thank you,thank you Ms.Udaku, I won't let you down.” You jumped in her arms as she secured your weight with her hands on your waist so you won't fall. “I hope not”
She smiled
And she smiled.
That's how she became the Nanny.
I started this at maybe 10pm…it’s now 3:56am. I hope y’all have a great read. This will definitely be a series for sure. I also put a lot of references in here as well because by not 🕺🤭
@zayswriting @saintwrld @pantherheart @heejayy @inmyheadimobsessed @sookiesookie
The Nanny pt 2
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marksbear · 1 year
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hello hello ! first request here :)
fandom : black panther / black panther : wakanda forever [ marvel ]
character : erik killmonger
plot : as a child, killmonger had one person that he trusted the most, besides his father - m/n l/n. despite his secretive nature, both boys enjoyed playing basketball together, and going to killmonger's apartment - as y/n was one of the only kids that his father seemed to trust to let into their home. on the night of his father's death, killmonger cries into the arms of y/n, who holds him silently, and it seemed it was just them against the world. until y/n disappeared immediately after, aiding killmonger's descent into madness and revenge. timeskip to his time in wakanda, more or less ruling it after the 'death' of t'challa, he strolls the streets until he sees a familiar face and chases them into alleyways. y/n, alive and well, staring at killmonger with a sorrowful expression. killmonger is betrayed, realizing that all along his childhood friend was from wakanda, and that may have been the only reason his father allowed him to come into the house - as he knew the boy would say nothing, maybe he was even a part of their schemes. the reunion is all shouting and close up threats, until they're both overcome with emotions and they just screw in the alleyway.
basically [ childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers ]
i apologize for the long request, i enjoy your work and sort of rambled the idea i had in my head. thank you in advance, i hope it doesn't cause much trouble, and it's alright if you are unable to fulfil it.
if it isn't much, i'd like to be the 🍀 anon, or maybe🪴if that one's already taken. thank you again <3
Hi hello! Hope you're doing well my friend! And of course you can be🍀 anon! You'll be my good luck charm!
ERIK KILLMONGER X MALE READER
Erik stands outside the gate looking at the boys playing basketball watching them from afar.
The boys seemed like they all knew each other leaving Erik to be the odd one out. Erik turns his attention to a young boy sitting on the trunk of someone's car holding a basketball in his lap. Erik stares at him wondering “Why isn’t he playing with anyone.” Erik is so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice the boy walking to him.
The boy climbs on the gate and drops down to Erik. Erik still doesn’t notice the boy until the boy lightly shoves his arm. “Wh-what oh.” Erik looks at the boy. Y/n pushes the ball into Erik’s arms with a smirk on his face. “I’m Y/n. And you are?” “Erik…” “Well Erik lets 1v1! First to eleven wins”
Y/n holds onto Erik’s arm moving the damaged gate out of the way holding it open for Erik. 
The boys begin to play multiple rounds of basketball. Round after round the two never seem to get tired of each other. Some strangers/ other kids come and go as they play for hours. The two taught each other different moves and tricks. They play for hours until they begin to feel tired. 
Y/n shoots the winning shot with a smirk on his face looking at Erik. “I win again!” Y/n brags earning a playful shove from Erik. The two begin wrestling each other trying to prove their dominance to see who is the real winner. Erik takes Y/n to the ground, pinning him to the floor. “Now I’m the real winner.”
Erik teases earning Y/n to play dirty. By tickling Erik. “Y/n! S-stop AhaHA! Stopp!” Erik laughs out falling down on the floor with his friend. Y/n stops with a few laughs escaping his own lips. 
The two lay on the ground side by side talking about whatever comes to mind. “You're pretty good at basketball.” Erik says, looking to his side staring at Y/n.
“You too. Erik maybe a bit worse, but still good.” Y/n jokes earning Erik rolling his eyes. 
“Y/n, maybe we can go pro together? Y’know like to join the NBA.” Erik says imaging the two of them playing side by side in a real game. Y/n’s face seemed confused like he didn’t know what the NBA was, but to please his new friend Y/n agreed by shaking his head yes. “Y-yeah we’ll be unstoppable.” Y/n adds slightly praying that he got it right. 
“It’s getting dark. How about I walk you home?” Y/n suggests getting off the ground and picks up his ball looking down at Erik. Y/n holds out his hand waiting for Erik to take it. Erik takes it and gets off the ground with Y/n’s help. 
Y/n and Erik walk to Erik’s house hand in hand “keeping the other safe.” 
After they reach the apartment and everything Y/n lets go of Erik’s hand and smiles at him. Erik looks sad from having to leave his friend. “When do I see you again?” Erik asks, watching Y/n think. “Anytime and everywhere. I promise.”
The answer confused Erik and before he could ask again the front door opened revealing Erik’s father looking at the two boys. Erik’s dad stared at Y/n wide eyed like if he knew Y/n’s secret. “Erik, who is the boy?”
“He’s Y/n! My new friend!” Erik dad gave Y/n one more glance before opening the door. “Well get in. You to Y/n. It's too late for you to go back home.” Both boys go inside and go straight to Erik’s room. 
Erik gave Y/n extra sleeping clothes and both got ready to go asleep. The boys get into the bed laying next to each other side by side. They talk about anything that comes into their mind.
“Y/n? Are you still awake?” “Yeah. What's up?” “Wanna explore the neighborhood tomorrow?” “Sure. We can. We can go everywhere together, you just have to say the word.” “Friends for life?” Erik says, holding out his pinky. “Friends forever.” Y/n holds out his own pinky wrapping it around Erik promising. 
After that night the boys became inseparable. They hung out every single minute of the day. They were together forever. They knew everything about each other, the bad things, the good things, and even things the person didn’t know about themselves. 
TIMESKIP
Y/n and Erik were doing pickup with some other boys about to play basketball until something big and weird happened. Some ship or something was in the sky flying past them in the air. Erik runs to his house with Y/n chasing after him. 
Y/n recognized what was in the sky. I mean c'mon he grew up seeing them everywhere. Y/n prayed that they weren't coming for him. 
Once the boys reach the apartment door Y/n goes in front of Erik trying to shield him from the horrors he already knew what was going to come. Y/n opens the door hearing a gasp from behind him. Erik pushes past Y/n running to his dad’s body.
Erik cradles his father's dead body silently crying as Y/n watches him before walking to him and hugs Erik tightly. Erik cries even harder holding his dear friend for dear life. Y/n lays his head on top of Erik trying to comfort him the best he can. Erik's thoughts run wild; the only thing he can think about is revenge and Y/n. Erik’s body slowly feels limp from crying. Erik's eyes slowly close from exhaustion. He didn’t when he started to become tired. Erik’s become choked sobs as Y/n comfort him without saying anything. 
Erik's body became limp, passing out from exhaustion and sadness. Y/n uses all his kid strength to drag Erik into his bedroom before leaving him on his bed. Y/n takes off his necklace and ring to give Erik something to remember him by. Y/n takes off his jacket and lay’s it onto Erik. Tears fall from Y/n’s eyes before he leaves the apartment.
To never be seen again… 
When Erik woke up he was scared, lonely and revengeful; only Y/n’s jacket brought him comfort. Erik looked around the neighborhood for hours for his friend. By hour by hour Erik began to lose up. So defeated he goes back home and goes into his room. He almost went straight to his bed, but something shiny caught his eye. Erik goes to the dresser and picks up the rings and cries even harder while clutching Y/n's jacket close to him.
TIMESKIP
King Kilmonger walks around Wakanda making sure everything is perfect. He’s been ruling it since the death of T'challa taking the princess' place to rule. Erik seems alright from the outside. He was a strong, cocky, a bit evil man, but still had somewhat of a heart.
What most don't know, Erik sometimes cries himself to sleep as memories of his childhood friend run through his mind. Erik hated him deeply, but he couldn’t deny that he loved and missed the man dearly. The feeling of betrayal goes through his body every single day. 
Erik strolls around the street stretching his legs and clearing his mind before having to sit through another long and boring meeting.
People greet their king as he passes by him. Many offer gifts and others just starting conversation.
Everything was going fine until Erik heard a familiar name being called.
"Y/n! Come help me lift this." Some older fellow shouted looking at the younger man for assistance. "Alright." A voice rings out automatically catching Erik's ears. "Y/n..." Erik mumbles out watching the male lift up some crates for the old man. "Thank you Y/n. Such a fine young man you are." The older man praises patting Y/n on his back for the good work.
Y/n smiles at the older man before turning back to the street going to head back home.
Erik and Y/n lock eyes both of them stand like deer in head lights in the middle of the street.
Y/n runs for it catching Erik a bit off guard, but chases after him as fast as possible.
They run past corners and turns with Y/n trying to throw off the king to the best of his ability. From any point of view they'll probably think Y/n was a thief or worse from how their king is chasing him down. Y/n tries to lose Erik in the crowd, but nothing can stop the king.
But finally their game of chase is cut short. Y/n goes straight into an alleyway leading into a dead end. By the time Y/n realized it was too late Erik ran into the alleyway after Y/n.
"Y/n. It is really you." Erik breathes out staring Y/n. "You're alive." Erik also says in disbelief. Y/n lets out a sigh and nods his head yes. "Why..." Erik trails off before anger begins to overcome him.
"Why! Why would you leave me!" Erik screams feeling his whole body burn with rage. "How could you do that to me!?! When I needed you most. You were my best friend! And I needed you!" Erik adds watching Y/n's sorrowful expression begin to change.
"Bestfriends? Really Erik? We were nothing close to best friends. Erik you never gave a damn about me unless we were hanging out at your place or playing basketball! You didn't even make an effort to know where I live or anything about me!" Y/n shouts walking closer to Erik showing him that he isn't scared.
"I trusted you with my life Y/n. Me and my father did!" Erik shouts back while registering that Y/n was the only person allowed in the house.
"You're from wakanda. And you knew didn't you? You knew what was in the sky that night. You knew that they were gonna kill my father! And I bet you were a part of it." Erik blames walking closer as well.
"Erik... Don't start saying things like that." Y/n says as flashbacks going through his mind from all the times he was with Erik and his father.
"Why Y/n! Why did you leave me? I cried for years and I still do trying to think about when you left me... I-I should honestly punish you for that. You made me go into madness. We both knew that I couldn't life without you. You were the only one besides my father, I loved and trusted."
When Y/n heard those words fall from Erik's mouth he almost cracked. Y/n moves both his hands on both sides of Erik's cheeks pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Erik was surprised and pulled away fast looking at Y/n wide eyed. Y/n stares back at him feeling that he did the worst thing ever, but those feelings are quickly washed away by Erik kissing him.
The two hold and kiss each other. Holding each other tightly like the other would disappear. Y/n is quick to move Erik on the wall as the kiss gets more and more heated. Their bodies move against each other finally getting the satisfaction the both of them longed for.
Erik and Y/n fumble around with their clothes trying to take them off as quickly as they can.
Finally Y/n pulls away gasping for air a bit as he takes off his own clothes never breaking eye contact with Erik. Erik watches Y/n undress watching him with pure love in his eyes. The king begins to take off his own clothes.
Y/n pins Erik on the wall kissing and biting his now exposed skin. "I want you inside me Y/n." Erik says growing impatient not even caring that he isn't well prepped.
Erik moves his hands down to Y/n's hard cock giving it a few slow strokes while staring Y/n in his eyes. Erik pulls his hand away before spitting on it and goes back to jerking off Y/n.
Erik's hand movements are fast and rough trying to make Y/n's cock wet as fast as he can. Y/n bucks his hips into Erik's fist while soft moans escape his lips. "Give it to me Y/n!~" Erik pleads pulling his hand away and turning his body around to his stomach on the wall and bending over.
Y/n puts both hands on either side of Erik's hips holding him still as he slowly moves his tip inside Erik's hole. Y/n begins to slowly thrust in and out inside Erik causing Erik to let out moans and whimpers.
"Fa-faster! ohHh fuck~" Erik moans out moving himself down meeting Y/n half way when he thrust.
Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he picks up his thrust at a fast pace. Y/n's grip on Erik is tighter as he begins to abuse his hole with thrust. Y/n thrust became deeper and rougher. Skin slapping and moans can be heard throughout the hallway as both males don't even care if they're making too much noise.
Erik walls tighten around Y/n once Y/n hits his prostate causing a long moan to fall from his mouth.
Y/n begins to abuse Erik's prostate snapping his hips at a faster pace and hitting his prostate every single time with his thrust. "Again! fu-ck~ hit it again~" Erik begs
Erik hard cock leaks precum and his cock twitching from being near his peak. Y/n thrust doesn't slow down a second keeping up his fast and rough rhythm.
The king holds onto the wall for dear life as Y/n wrecks his hole. "Y/n!~ I'm about to cum! gonna cum!~" Erik moans as his eyes begin to water. Y/n speeds up his thrust even faster than before as he feels his own cock twitch inside Erik. Erik is first to meet his peak. He cums hard onto the floor and wall painting it white as he screams and moans out things that don't even make sense.
Erik's walls clamp on tighter on Y/n's cock eager to get Y/n's load inside him.
After a few more thrust Y/n's cums deep inside Erik painting Erik's inside white and warm causing Erik to scream all sorts of things. Y/n thrust hard and slow a few times fucking him until he's out of his high and drained.
The two breathe heavy and in silence both too tired to say anything and a bit scared to say something. Y/n begins to pull out slowly as he watches his load pour out of Erik. "Don't leave me. Y/n don't go..." Erik says quietly hoping that Y/n didn't hear him.
Y/n turns Erik's body around so he faces him. "I don't live far from here. Lets go to my place and get you cleaned up."
THE END
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