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4AM

“Nkiruka”

T’Challa stared at his wife, the sun raining down on her, illuminating her bronzed complexion that was glowing and radiating, compliments of her pregnancy.

The two walked the beach, their hands intertwined, but she kept her gaze forward, eyes on the extensive span of sun and sand.

He eyed her quizzically. “What?”

Bashira swallowed and thought of the slightly abrasive feeling that resulted from her walking barefoot, sand imbuing itself between her toes, rubbing against the pads of her feet. “That….that is what I named her.” T’Challa was perplexed, and she knew it, the young queen taking a deep breath before the finished her statement. “The baby.”

Instantly, T’Challa knew what she was referring to…..who she was referring to.

He watched her chuckle sadly, her head finally dropping as she blinked a couple times. “It was too early to tell the sex, but…..I’ve always felt, in my heart,…...that it was a girl.”

His chest tightened and lips pushed together as he also turned his gaze away. “It means-”

“The best is still to come,” he quietly supplied, Bashira tentatively looking over at him.

“A life free of pain, free of heartache, and free of the instability that we would have brought her at the time,” she explained, cognizant of how his grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly. “T’Challa-”

“Don’t,” he calmly interrupted, turning to her as they both ceased walking. “It...it is as you said, we were not ready.”

“Let me finish,” she countered, prompting him to raise his chin and prepare for what else she had to say. “Regardless as to whether or not we were ready, it was wrong of me to make such a decision without consulting you-”

“I could not tell you what to do with your body-”

“Which was carrying our child,” she argued. “No, you could not have forced me to carry out the pregnancy, but you damn sure deserved a say in the matter, something of which I deprived you of, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

“Bashira-”

She held up her hand. “We both have made our mistakes, T’Challa. It would be hypocritical for me to not own up to mine the way you have owned up to yours.”

As he pondered her words, she reached up to cup his face. “I know that forgiveness takes time-”

“I’ve already forgiven you, entle-”

“Not me,” she sadly shook her head. “Yourself.” Bashira watched him visibly tense. “I know you, T’Challa. All too well. I know that you blame yourself for the abortion-”

His jaw tensed. “My actions resulted in your feelings of helplessness-”

“No, they contributed to it,” she clarified. “I had my own unresolved feelings that also played a large role. I was looking at it as some sort of competition between myself and my sister. We both played a role, and we both blamed ourselves for various reasons, but blame gets us nowhere but a dysfunctional circle of hurt.” He listened to her, her words beginning to resonate deeply with him, her hand soft and warm against his skin, her touch granting him a sense of calmness.

Much like her presence.

He shut his eyes and sighed heavily. “I love you.”

Bashira smiled warmly and brought his hands to her mouth. “I know.” He watched her slowly start to back away, her eyes holding a sense of mischief as she pulled him with her. “Now come, we have much more exploring to do.”

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His kisses were soft, affectionate, tender by nature, such a stark contrast to the imposing figure who emanated power and authority as both warrior and king. His fists were on either side of her, pushed into the mattress, similar to how hers were located slightly behind her, bracing her as she leaned back, remembered the pillow behind her.

T’Challa’s hand caressing her leg, both of which were spread, her knees bent as she left herself open to her, caused a moan to leave her mouth. In response, T’Challa lifted his fists and went to cup her face, deepening their kiss.

Bashira’s hands left the mattress, holding onto his shoulders as he started to lower over her, forcing her to start to fall back on the bed. Though her bump created a slight barrier between them, it wasn’t enough to cause him to break their kiss.

Bashira inhaled deeply as his hands traveled all over her, starting with her sensitive nipples, her bump (where he spent the longest….for obvious reasons) and stopping at her center.

She unconsciously clenched his biceps as his fingers lightly caressed her lips, his digits soaked with her growing arousal.

“T’Challa,” she breathed raggedly, slamming her eyes shut as he started to insert his index and middle finger but stopped halfway to apply the slightest amount of pressure to her clit.

Hearing his name caused the king to drag his lips from hers to the outline of her jaw as he spoke against her Inflamed skin. “Did I hurt you?” Fire formed in his eyes as he watched hers roll back from him resuming his torturous caressing.

“What hurts is not having you inside of me yet,” she replied in a pained voice, T’Challa watching the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she tried to move her body downward in an effort to feel his lengthy digits penetrate her.

He chuckled, bringing his face to her chest, taking an erect nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over her areola. “So impatient.”

“No. I’m libidinous,” she whimpered as he continued to suck on her sensitive breast while one hand kneaded her and the other continued to fervently rub her folds, her desire pooling by the second. “And-ahh,” T’Challa felt her body start to arch off the bed as he finally entered her, his jaw clenching as he felt her strain against him.

He released her with an audible pop, “so tight.” Bashira unintentionally closed her legs against his hand as he continued to work her after sliding in a third finger. “You’re not ready for me yet, entle.”

Bashira fisted the blanket and suppressed a groan as he started to kiss his way down her core, affectionately staring at her bump for a few extra seconds before he was met with his destination, the sight causing his dick to twitch as he licked his lips.

T’Challa easily lifted her smooth legs over his shoulders, Bashira’s moans a song of encouragement and guidance for the salacious king as he gave her clitoris a light flick. His hands tightened around her thighs as the minute act caused her hips to buck, her dripping pussy momentarily pushed against his face.

He growled, his weighty dick fully erect, the top coated with pre-cum.

“But you will be.”

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Bashira took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she attempted to regain her breath. A small smile crept upon her face when she felt her husband’s lips on the back of her neck, his arm going to rest on her side, his fingers twirling against her bump.

“I love you,’ he mumbled against her skin which was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he slowly slid out of her, his absence from between her legs depriving her of his warmth.

“I know,” she whispered, opening her eyes as she carefully turned on her back and looked up at him, his hand immediately clasping over hers. “Perhaps a bit too much.”

He chuckled at her joke and grazed his lips over hers. “That round was your idea.”

“Lies.”

“Hmm.”

“T’Challa,” he raised his eyebrows. “We still have to decide on a name.”

“We do,” he agreed as Bashira smiled happily and pulled the sheet to her chest as reached over, T’Challa instinctively holding her hips while she retrieved her kimoyo bracelet off the nightstand. “What are you-”

“I purchased an ebook that contains over 1,000 African baby names-”

“1,000?” He frowned. “Bashira-”

“I think that is plenty enough options-”

“I was thinking T-”

Bashira’s eyes widened as she looked over at him with lucid disdain. “Absolutely not.”

“You did not even hear-”

“T’Challa,” she brought her hand to cup his face. “I adore you, truly. But I am sick of your family’s infatuation with names that begin with T.”

He frowned. “We do-”

“T’Shan, T’Chaka, T’Challa,” she started to list off more evidence as a faint hint of a smile appeared on his face. She was adorable when she was upset. “Our son will not be named T’Chamu.” He feigned a look of interest as her eyes expanded. “T’Challa!”

He broke his facade and captured her lips for a brief kiss. “Relax, sthandwa sam.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I am serious, T’Challa.” As she continued to rant, the young king was struck with an idea. “There is nothing wrong with your name per se, but I want our son’s to have meaning and substance.” So consumed in her heartfelt explanation, Bashira was only partially paying attention as T’Challa’s hands slipped to her thigh. Her hand naturally grabbed his forearm as he went on his back while carefully swinging her on top of him. “It needs to be sentimental, formidable, yet applicable.” Bashira unconsciously reached out to hold onto the headboard, one hand planted on T’Challa’s chest as he lifted her and slowly lowered her on top of him, closing his eyes at the comfort of her warmth. “Your name means ‘he who put the knife where it belonged-”

He looked at her, hands still on her hips. “Are you honestly suggesting that such a definition is not applicable…..for me?”

She glared down at him. “Of course, I think it applicable, but I’d rather not think of you and stabbing in the same thought.” He rolled his eyes. “Now, as I was-” Bashira stopped and looked down, finally cognizant of what he’d done. “T’Challa!” He feigned innocence while she quietly groaned. “You are trying to immobilize me.”

“Never.” He smiled almost slyly. “Do not move. Just…sit.” She rolled her eyes. “One who predicts good things to come.”

She looked down at him and darted her eyes from side to side before squinting slightly. “That is what my name means.”

He brought his hand to the middle of her stomach, rubbing small circles. “It is.”

Bashira tried her best to hide her smile. “Do you think it applicable?”

“Yes.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

He answered without hesitation. “Because I haven’t felt such happiness since the day you decided to gift me another chance.”

Bashira’s smile dropped, her eyes focusing on his as she allowed his words to oscillate in her mind. And heart.

“You never cease to amaze me, T’Challa Udaku.” She spoke quietly, placing her hand over his as she peered over at him. “Never.”

“I am aware,” he said smugly as she rolled her eyes.

“There goes the moment,” she muttered and shook her head. “See how you distr-”

“Iminathi.” He interrupted as Bashira’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “We should name him Iminathi. It means-”

“They are with us,” she finished in a small voice, her eyes dropping to their conjoined hands. “Your mother and my father….” she trailed off with a small smile.

T’Challa had to stop himself before he said something that he shouldn’t. Yet, he could not help the next statement that left his mouth. “Death...is not the end.”

She smiled warmly. “Never.” A beat. “I love it.” He watched her carefully remove her bracelet, tossing it on the dresser before she leaned over, her hands capturing his and pushing them against the pillow behind him on either side of his head. “Do you know what else I love?” A hiss escaped his mouth as she gradually moved her hips in a back and forth motion. “Being with you.”

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“T’Challa Udaku, if I am not dressed appropriately for wherever you are taking me…-”

He rolled his eyes and looked over at his wife whose face was bare of makeup, her hair styled in a way that complimented her natural beauty, her outfit just enough to cause him to question whether he even wanted them to leave the peaceful confines of their 5,000 sq. ft. presidential suite.

“You look fine, entle.” He complimented, bringing her hand to his mouth and running his lips over her knuckles. “You always do.”

Bashira rolled her eyes. “You always say that.”

“Then why do you continue to question it?”

“I don’t question it,” she sassed, reaching her arms up and placing them around his neck. “I question you.”

“Hmm.” He placed his arms around her, her bump pushing against his core.

“You seem rather biased when it comes to me.” She noted, her eyes squinting almost in an accusatory tone.

“I’d do anything for you,” he hummed against her forehead. “Is that a problem?”

Before Bashira could respond, the elevator bell dinged which let them know that they’d reach their floor, T’Challa sneakily dropping his hands to her ass, giving a light squeeze. “T’Challa….”

He winked as she flipped him off and giggled quietly as he placed a kiss against her temple, the doors sliding open in the midst of their sweet embrace, Bashira’s mouth dropping as she saw who waited on the other side.

“Tamia?”

The former SHIELD agents smiled as she gave the queen a one over. “Big and pregnant yet you’re still just as beautiful. Yes, I am immensely jealous.”

“Oh my Bast,” Bashira gasped and walked out, going over to hug the woman she hadn’t seen in over a year. “What are you-” Her eyes landed on Steve and Sam who stood in the back. “What is going on?” Her smile dropped as she quickly remembered their statuses as wanted fugitives. “You cannot be out here. What if someone recognizes-”

“This island is Wakandan territory.” T’Challa supplied, coming from behind, his arms crossed over each other. “The US has no jurisdiction over here.”

“It’s good to see you, T’Challa.” Steve nodded as the two men shook hands.“Bashira.” He spoke as Sam also gave her a quick hug, aware of T’Challa’s watchful eye. “Congratulations, you two.”

“Thank you,” she grinned, Tamia placing her hand on Bashira’s stomach.

“It’s a boy, isn’t it?” Bashira nodded happily but noticed a sense of sadness on the other young woman’s face. “You’re so blessed.” Before Bashira could comment on that, Tamia smirked. “I take it your husband didn’t tell you that he allows us to live here as a means-”

“Wait, you all stay here?” Bashira interrupted.

Tamia chuckled. “It’s home base. We still go out when Natasha gets word of a situation that needs handling, but….for now, this is home.” Bashira remained quiet, allowing the information to settle with her. “Nat’s not here right now….thank God.”

Bashira cracked a small smile. “It really is good to see you, Tamia. We have much to catch up on.”

Tamia looked at Bashira’s bump. “It appears we do.” The two shared a small laugh. “But first, we enjoy the show.”

Bashira frowned. “What show?”

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“That was so amazing!” Bashira shouted, holding onto Tamia’s arm as the two walked out of the Colosseum.

“It was pretty good,” Sam admitted as Steve chuckled. “And I don’t even like musicals or plays-”

“Is that why I saw you crying during Mufasa’s death-”

“Woman, I told you that there was something in my eyes.”

Tamia smacked her lips. “There wasn’t anything in your eyes when you rudely stomped over and ruined my picture with Nick Afoa.”

“That’s cause Afoa was getting a little too friendly with my lado.” Sam snickered as Bashira bit her lip to hide her amusement at the bickering between the two. “Shit, Simba need to count his blessings that he ain’t go join Mufasa sooner than expected.”

“Sam!”

As the two engaged in bickering, Bashira took the opportunity to go over to T’Challa who was on the phone with Okoye. She wrapped her arms around him, T’Challa easily accepting her embrace, kissing the top of her head as she rested her against his chest.

“Thank you, General.” He started to end the call, Bashira certain that her presence being the cause. “I will call you tomorrow.” A few more seconds and he hung up, Bashira waiting no time to speak.

“You know how much I adore The Lion King.”

“And other movies with talking animals.” He chuckled, giving her his full and undivided attention.

She ignored that, her eyes focused on him. “You arranged for an entire musical production to come here and perform for me. A private showing...for me.” He wiped at her face as a few tears spilled out. “I love you, T’Challa Udaku. Immensely. More than words can describe.” A beat. “And I’m riding you senseless when we can back to the penthouse.”

The last portion caused the young king to smile. “Shall we skip dinner than?”

Bashira chuckled. “Not unless you want me to pass out.” T’Challa’s gaze darkened. “Kumkani!”

He shook his head and brought his lips down to hers. “I love you too.” As she smiled against him, he quickly remembered what he still needed to do. “Go. Talk to Tamia. I must discuss something with Captain Rogers.”

Slightly reluctant, Bashira pouted and grabbed his face for another kiss before walking back over by Tamia.

“I must admit,” Steve started, crossing his arms as T’Challa quietly sauntered over. “I was a bit surprised when you said that you were coming here. Especially when you said that you were bringing Bashira.”

T’Challa nodded. “She wanted us to get away.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So you bring her to the place where you’re harboring fugitives?”

T’Challa ignored his comment. “I have something to ask of you Steve, and I need you to be completely honest.”

The African King’s tone took the man once known as Captain America by surprise. Though he knew T’Challa to be a rather stoic individual, there was always a sense of ease that accompanied the two of them, an understanding.

This was far from that.

“Okay.”

T’Challa fixed his jaw. “Should she ever need anything….could she call on you?”

The question took Steve by surprise as he adjusted his stance and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “You mean Bashira?”

“Yes.”

Now he was really confused, why was one of the most protective, private, and prideful asking such a thing. Almost everyone knew that T’Challa was never one to ask anyone for anything, yet here he was, doing just that. It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t making sense.

Yet…..confusion or not, Steve’s answer would always be the same.

“Of course,” he breathed. “After everything you’ve done for us, what you’re doing for Bucky….how could I not?” T’Challa said nothing, hiding his relief. “Why do you ask?”

Steve had a feeling he already knew what T’Challa would say even though Sam’s walking over to them probably didn’t help.

“If I hear one more thing about that Nick dude,” Sam complained as T’Challa lifted his eyes to signify irritation. “He wasn’t even all that. Now Nala-”

“I heard that,” Tamia called out.

“Oh, but you didn’t hear me when I was trying to stop you from drooling over a grown man dressed like a lion?”

Steve shook his head and looked over to T’Challa to see that warrior was already heading over to his wife.

“Hey,” Steve turned his head to Sam as he gestured to where T’Challa previously stood. “What was that about?”

The soldier looked back over at his friend who caught his wife from behind, wrapping his arms around her as she held onto his forearms. He sighed.

“I don’t know,” he finally replied with complete honesty. “But I have a feeling….it’s nothing good.”

“Nothing good at all.”

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“Tell me something,” Bashira questioned, leaning back against her husband’s broad chest, her hand going to rest over his which was hidden under the water, planted on her stomach.

He chuckled, his other hand lifting from the H20 and bringing it to the top of her naked shoulder, his eyes following the trickling of droplets as they slid down her soft skin. “Like?”

She shrugged, leaning her head back so that she was looking up at him. “Anything.”

T’Challa looked down at her, her clean face, rounder than before because of pregnancy weight gain yet equal, if not more, beautiful than ever before. “You never were much for specificity.”

She grinned broadly, softly, his eyes focusing on how her nose crinkled ever so slightly from the act. “I think you have enough of that for the both of us.” Bashira giggled quietly as his head dropped against her neck, his lips pecking her wet skin. “T’Challa.”

“I have no desire to return back home.”

Bashira frowned at his ‘something,’ the mother-to-be shifting her upper body so that she could look at him. “What?”

“You said something.”

She lightly glared before shaking her head. “You mean…you wish we could stay longer?”

“Indefinitely,” he corrected, his hand disappearing underneath the bubbles and coming to rest on the side of her chest, his thumbs lightly caressing her breast. “No throne. No council. No toxic environment, relationships. No secrets.” She watched a brief pang of sadness flash in his brown eyes. “In this place, it seems as though time moves slowly, if at all.”

Bashira was having slight difficulty with this confession of his. “So you wish for me to be pregnant forever.”

He offered a small and crooked smile. “At the rate you have been going, it would probably end up feeling as such.”

She rolled her eyes and lightly slapped his chest, yet offered no rebuke because she knew he was right. In fact, she’d forgotten their joint bubble bath was really only supposed to be a brief respite before they went at it again.

“Well, I think we both know that we cannot stay.” She sighed sadly as she too started to contemplate her life if she was not 1/2 ruler of a country, if her husband wasn’t who he was, and carried such heavy burdens on his shoulders. “However, I do think that we should return. Frequently. Maybe even annually.” She waited for him to say something, but he remained silent, so she continued. “I know the children would like it here. We can possibly even get Steve to babysit. Or Tam-“

“Children?” She was somewhat surprised by how quiet his voice was, a far departure from his typical tone.

“Yes, children.” Bashira smiled almost bashfully, finding his hand under the water and interlacing their fingers. “What? Did you think that I would be okay with only you having a twin?” She scooted up and brought her lips to kiss his jaw, his beard tickling her mouth. “No, Kumkani. I’m giving you your boy. I want my girl.”

Again, Bashira waited for him to say something, yet all he did was stare down at her. She could see that he was deeply thinking, the wheels in his head turning, but it bothered her to no end that she couldn’t figure out just what he was thinking.

Finally, her smile dropped. “T’Challa?”

He blinked a few times, her eyes never leaving his face.

“I apologize-I just….” he chuckled quietly as she brought her hand to lightly rub up and down his bicep. “I suppose I never thought I would see the day where you would willingly want another child with me.”

A strange sense of warmness at his words. It was rare to see the man feared by so many be so vulnerable and open, but it was also these small occurrences where she was just reminded even more why she’d fallen for him before and now, after their journey to repair their marriage.

“Well, I do.” She kissed his shoulder, the water wetting her lips and chin. “At least two. No more than five. Finally, his eyes averted, leaving hers as Bashira’s gaze darkened as lustful thoughts started to infiltrate her mind. “And you know what else?” She asked quietly, moving so that she could get on her knees, T’Challa immediately going to help her, his hands on her hips as she straddled him, her body partially emerging from the water, revealing her heavy, dripping breasts as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Hmmm,” T’Challa hummed quietly, successfully evading the questioning that would have come about if his wife knew the thoughts really floating around his head. The guilt. The regrets. The sadness.

“I do not wish them to be far apart in age,” she murmured, slowly lowering her lips down on his, T’Challa forcing his worrisome thoughts away as he focused on the way Bashira’s teeth lightly tugged on his bottom lip.

“Entle,” he reluctantly broke her kiss, his eyes shutting as she reached into the water and slowly started stroking him. “We can’t….not here….the water…” his breath caught in his throat as she lightly pulled on his balls. “It is unsafe.”

“Well then,” Bashira removed her hand from him, T’Challa releasing a sigh of relief as she reached past and behind to hit the button that drained the tub, the sound of the water rushing down the drain hitting his ears. “Let us go somewhere….” T’Challa brought his hands to cusp her damp ass as she ran her tongue alongside the perimeter of his ear. “safe.”

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It was almost 4AM when T’Challa was awoken from his sleep, the king also rendered exhausted from the strenuous lovemaking that consumed his time since arriving on the island.

However, he was easily stirred from his slumber as he looked down at his wife who was moaning and twisting in her sleep.

“Bashira,” he whispered, bringing his hand to the top of her head, dropping it to her cheeks when he felt something wet. She was crying.

“No. Please don’t go.” She whimpered, her head going from side to side. “Come back.”

“Bashira,” he spoke more forcefully when he realized what was going on. She was having a nightmare. “My lo-”

“No,” she was starting to cry harder, pushing him away as he sat up all the way. “Get away from him.”

“Bashira!” He shouted, hating having to use such a tone of voice with her, but she wasn’t responding, and her distress was becoming more alarming.

“NO!” She screamed, shooting up at a surprisingly fast pace considering how far along she was, her eyes wide, her chest heaving. “T’Challa.” She looked over at him and immediately fell into his chest, the King holding her close against him. “You’re here.”

He frowned as she clutched onto him for dear life. “Of course I am.”

“It was awful.” She sniffled through her sobs as he rubbed her back in an effort to comfort her. “You-you were dying.” Her words caused him to momentarily still, something that she, thankfully, didn’t pick up on. “And I-I couldn’t save you. I kept trying, but n-n-nothing worked.”

He shut his eyes. “Hey hey,” he murmured, cupping her face and kissing her nose as she shut her eyes and held onto his wrists. “It’s okay. It was just a dream. I’m right here. I’m...I’m fine.”

She rested her forehead against him as he sighed sadly and went to lay back down, taking her with him as she curdled into his side, his arms secured around her.

“It felt so real,” she choked as he tried to continue to console her. “I thought-I thought that y-y-ou were gone.”

“Shhh,” he again quieted her, thankful when he picked up on her heartbeat starting to return to normal. “Everything will be fine, sthandwa sam.”

And though his words seemed to start to resonate with her as her sobs slowly began to diminish and sleep overcame her once again, T’Challa started to question so many things.

For the first time, wondering if he truly thought everything through. Was he really trying to protect her? Or was he only trying to spare himself?

It seemed as though in his quest to save her ….he’d damned her.

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So much foreshadowing and irony.

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The Waters

As part of @brianabreeze 4k FanFic Fest here’s a little something I cooked up.

Part 1 of 1: The Waters

Pairing: T’Challa x OC

Length: 2.3k + words

Prompt: “You thought this was real?”

T’Challa Udaku’s soul was nothing short of flawless.

The very first second he shifted in his mother’s womb, it seemed Ramonda radiated all things good and all things pure.

The very first moment the boy took his first steps, it seemed as though there had been a shift in the collective consciousness of the Wakandan people. A feeling that maybe, just maybe, this child could bring to their country a glory that only resided in their deepest and lightest dreams.

T’Challa Udaku’s soul was nothing short of beautiful.

No blemish could be found within him as the young boy exuded love only to receive it ten-fold. He was well-intentioned, patient, empathetic and most importantly, he was kind.

Therefore, it took its time, creeping onto him quietly, unnoticed by all around him and all things within him until he found himself falling into unforgiving waters. It pulled him into the deep leaving him there with no mercy and holding onto him with such fierce passion that he let go before even bothering to fight it.

When a dora milaje finally pulled his soaked body out of the palace natatorium, it had already wrapped itself around his soul, finally content to have found some form of respite within something as pure as he.

No one heard my cries. I couldn’t breathe.

T’Challa was afraid of water.

Such statement lacked some subjective accuracy.

T’Challa had been afraid of water.

The incident no one seemed to mention had left him crippled with an irrational fear of water, a phobia of the very thing that enabled his body to be his.

“You were her chosen one. Bast fell in love with you as she formed you in the plane where all begins and nothing ends. And so she filled you with her might, her tenderness and with her wisdom, forgetting to give you the one thing that makes us all human, our flaws.

It was her that embraced you in the deep of the water. Bast herself came to grant you this fear so that as you overcome it, you would become the man we all wish you to be.

For without trials and tribulations, is there really such a fleeting thing as happiness?”

The words his mother had whispered to him, what seemed to be ions ago, came back to him just then as he eyes met hers.

Those words always came back to him when the fear he had learned to subdue in his youth crept back into him, heart racing and breath hitching in the midst of the one thing that would revel in both giving and taking away life. However, T’Challa was obliged to admit that this was different.

He might have been drowning, yes.

His heart might have been pounding furiously against his chest, yes.

His breath might have been a commodity he could no longer afford, yes.

But this time, he found himself diving willingly and anticipating feverishly the immersion that would soon follow.

The fear found itself benign as T’Challa’s lips met the hand of the woman who they called Zaryah and in doing so threw himself once more in unforgiving waters, forevermore.

T’Challa awoke with a gasp.

“Zary?”

T’Challa’s raspy and sleep ridden voice managed to make Zaryah jump at the seat of her boudoir, unaware that her love had finally come about.

The woman in question slightly shifted her body to face T’Challa, the small smile she sported on her face being one of the few thing illuminating their dim lit chamber.

“Hi,” Zaryah whispered.

A two letter word, as simple as this one and yet the lips they came from made T’Challa’s heart clench painfully. It took him a second to respond for it took him a second to mull over the fact that she looked at him.

She honestly and unabashedly looked at and to him and had done so for a little more than half a decade. Even after all these years and even in her loose silk nightgown and matching silk bonnet she radiated beauty that could only be found in his eyes.

“Hi,” his smile couldn’t help but match hers as he lifted himself up on their bed, “what time is it?”

“It’s too early for any of us to be up.”

Bringing his wrist up to his face, T’Challa’s kimoyo bead projection confirmed his wife’s statement. Looking back towards Zaryah, he opened his mouth to ask the question swirling through his mind, but she beat him to it.

“The little one seems to be comfortable laying on my bladder,” Zaryah stated, pushing herself up from her seat and dragging herself back to the still warm yet empty space beside him.

There was a moment of silence.

A silence that the pair had learned to fill with all their unspoken truths, a silence that, with time, they had learned to decipher as clearly as a mother hearing her child’s first cries.

“You’re worried.”

“You’re doing the thing again,” T’Challa moaned quietly.

Other’s might’ve been sceptical and quick to deny it, but the king of Wakanda steadfastly believed that his queen had the ability to read his mind.

“I am not!” The pair stared at each other defiantly only to have a smile threaten to escape from both their lips.

Zaryah let out a small sigh as she caressed her small, but ever-growing womb, “you know I’m always doing the thing. I can’t help it.”

“And you know I’m always worried,” T’Challa retorted pointedly.

“Yes, but you can help it.”

T’Challa pulled Zaryah closer and breathed her in, “I know. You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Zaryah corrected, finally content.

The small sound T’Challa let out in response to such a statement made the woman on his side send a gentle smack his way, an action that caused T’Challa to groan sarcastically in pain.

“I want a snack. Let us get ourselves a snack.”

“I have a snack right here.”

“You try that again and I’ll have the chef making you eat boiled cabbage all week.”

T’Challa’s eyes widened knowing how the chef had taking quite a liking to Zaryah since she had walked through the palace doors and therefore he knew better to tease her any more.

“Come, forget about your worries while we gorge on some ice cream”

“You mean the pounds of cookie dough you had freeze a few days ago?”

“You keep on saying words and yet I cannot seem to find any particular point in your statements”

T’Challa’s smile broadened.

Zaryah pulled him up and out of the bed without much difficulty, dragging him into the hallway with much excitement, unbeknownst that the man dragging his feet behind her would follow her to the ends of the world and onwards, his eyes forever locked on her.

“Zaryah. Zaryah wait,” T’Challa exclaimed all of a sudden.

Stopping in her tracks, the woman turned towards her imploring husband, “what is the matter?”

He struggled to find the words, not knowing if words would ever be enough to express what he was to say. Sighing at his obvious inner dilemma, Zaryah stepped forwards until she could reach out and smoothen the frown lines that had made their way on her husband’s face once more.

T’Challa let her do just that, finding comfort in that proximity and taking courage in that very thing.

“Thank you,” he finally uttered.

“For what, my love?”

“For choosing me. For being so beautiful and so kind. For choosing me to be the father of your child and standing by my side. I couldn’t do this with anyone else, I swear to Bast I would be lost without you.”

Zaryah’s eyes widened at T’Challa’s declaration mouth agape for she knew not if she deserved such love, such admiration or such consideration.

“You are such a good man, T’Challa Udaku. Never forget that.”

He was sitting with her before him, looking at her eating her ice cream while he munched on his own. There was silence as the two snacked on, but T’Challa couldn’t help be notice that something was amiss.

He felt it in the way the air he breathed in tingled in his chest, how the light seemed to avert its shine on Zaryah and most importantly how her eyes seemed to be glued on her bowl of frozen delight.

“Do you remember our vows? The one’s we made what seems like ions ago?

T’Challa’s eyes had not left Zaryah’s now sunken frame, “of course, as though it had been yesterday.”

“I remember, there were talks of happiness, love everlasting and forgiveness.”

Her words were whispered and yet to him could be heard as clear as day.

“I would wish for that same forgiveness today.”

The ice cream that laid before the pair was now long forgotten as each word escaping from Zaryah’s dry lips hung over the two.

“Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do and at the same time it has been the hardest. You with your twits and your turns, your ups and your downs, I’ve learned to know all about you; know what makes your heart soar and what would send that heart to the ground. What I am to say next will do the latter.”

T’Challa fought to get out of his seat and reach out for his wife. The anguish upon her face enough to tear him apart. He willed himself to assure her that whatever that had been done, he would forgive her for it all and what was left after that too, but he remained stuck.

“I have deceived you, T’Challa.”

Dread. It washed over him as cold waves would crash upon a helpless shore. T’Challa could no longer move, her waves having rendered him shaken to the very core, frozen before the likes of her.

“We’ve been through this many times before and yet you still continue to fall for my tricks,” she continued.

Words gathered in T’Challa’s throat and yet refused to come out, robbing him of his precious breath.

“Look at me, husband,” Zaryah drawled, marching towards him, a small pout on her face.

T’Challa wanted to scoff at her right then, looking at her was the only thing he could do. Forevermore his eyes would always be drawn to her.

“Really look at me, you fool,” taunted Zaryah, “stop gazing through the lens of your heart and look at me T’Challa!”

“Zaryah,” he managed to croak out, “what is this?”

T’Challa was falling. He was tumbling down a dark whole that stretched on and on and on until the feeling of falling and he made one.

“You thought this was real?”

His eyes widened in horror as Zaryah’s voice echoed in his head, the realization hitting him like a thousand bricks.

“This is not real; I am not her. I will never be her and you will never be with her. You are stuck with me repeating this cycle again and again and again, left to suffocated on the pieces of your own broken soul.”

Zaryah was now on her feet.

Automatically T’Challa followed, the tightening in his chest become more unbearable as each step he took robbed him of his free and conscious will.

“Thanos planned something special for you and your Avenger friends,” the woman stated as she marched on, not even bothering to turn towards the man dragging himself behind her.

“Do no fight it, my love,” Zaryah pointed out feeling T’Challa trying to break free from her mental hold, “you’ve tried countless times and failed, my love.”

“You are not my wife.”

Glass. Each word uttered felt like glass cutting at his tongue, his mouth filling with blood as the confusion dissipated, only to leave realization in its place,

The woman erupted in laughter, a sound that chilled T’Challa to his bones, “Is that a question or an affirmation, you fool?”

As he could not help but follow aimlessly, T’Challa’s jaw clenched. He swore he would bring ruin to the fiend before him, if ever her was given the opportunity, tear her limb from limb until she was no more.

“Why suffer through eternal nothingness when one could suffer through eternal torment?”

They had reached their chambers. T’Challa could see the light of dawn slowly rising as it gave him the impression that there could still be some hope found for him.

“Come and let me put you to bed husband,” the woman’s tone oozed of honey and yet smelled nonetheless of death.

She took her time tucking him in, taking pleasure in knowing that each spot her hands touched pained T’Challa greatly.

The woman continued to hover above him, her cool hands caressing the tears that made their way to his cheeks as a Cheshire smile stretched hers.

“What have you done to her? To my child?”

T’Challa’s mouth was once more filled with blood. He fought not to choke on it.

“She cries upon your ashes and will forget about you soon enough. Your child will grow up calling another man father and you shall never lay your eyes on him.”

T’Challa was cold.

“Anyways, enough from you. Close your eyes and breath in, my love.”

Now drown.

Don’t worry, my love, I will hold you down.

T’Challa awoke with a gasp.

“Zary?”

T’Challa’s raspy and sleep ridden voice managed to make Zaryah jump at the seat of her boudoir, unaware that her love had finally come about.

The woman in question slightly shifted her body to face T’Challa, the small smile she sported on her face being one of the few thing illuminating their dim lit chamber.

“Hello, my love” Zaryah whispered.

Such a phrase as simple as this one and yet the lips they came from made T’Challa’s heart clench painfully. It took him a second to respond for it took him a second to mull over the fact that she looked at him.

However, in reveling in the fact that she looked at him, T’Challa disregarded the tightness in his chest, the small smirk on his wife’s face going unnoticed as well.

T’was love forevermore.

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the other stark | peter parker x oc

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a/n: this is an oc i’ve had since middle school, some of the details may not make sense (?) but bare with me lol. literally i’m shifting as her this is beneficial to me🙄🙏

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hanna stark udaku is a teenage girl who's not so normal. she was born palila udaku and has an interesting past. soon you'll learn all about it.

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birthplace: wakanda

home: avengers compound

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Catching His Eye pt.24

Chapter Warning(s): Conversation, language, angst, detailed violence.

Paring(s): HYBRID!Erik Killmonger X Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: It’s been a few days since Oya’s attack...

A/N: I know I said that I was going to end the series but I’ve been wanting to write. I am also aware that I have already started writing a little M’Baku x Reader x Erik thing but I’ve only been motivated to continue the Catching His Eye series. My indecisiveness gets on my nerves also but OH MY GOSH let's see how this goes!! xD ENJOY it’s a pretty long one!

(Gifs and artwork are not mine…)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Bonus Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 12.5 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

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Ndibona imimoya, I see spirits.

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Reader pov

There is a cool breeze against your face, the hum of your rotating fan beside your bed coaxed your eyes to open. You blink a few times, your vision taking it’s time to focus on your surroundings but you catch a glimpse of a bird sitting in the window across the room, singing away. You blink a few more times before rolling backward until you are stopped by Erik’s body but all you found was an empty bed.

You pout silently to yourself, a small bit of air exiting your nose, not yet used to waking up without your mate being by your side. The bird continued to sing as you swing your bare legs over the edge of the bed and begin to rub the sleep from your eyes while you tuck your loose tittie back into your tank-top. When you finally look around again you are in your room and you hear the slight thump of rap coming from the living room.

“Babe!” You whine out hoping that he hears you were awake, but there is no response, “baaaabe, c’meeere.”

No response, again. You groan and wiggle your feet in a mini form of a tantrum until they are on the floor, “I know this nigga can hear me,” you grumble. You hear a thump against the wall but you take it as him accidentally bumping into something like he normally did, due to his broad shoulders, at least that’s what he blames it on. The smell of food and a blunt entices you to give up hope of him coming back here to you, so you just decide to meet him in the living room. When you get to the door the bird stopped singing as you turn and open the nob.

The door creaks open and you look down the hallway with your mouth wide open in a yawn. You got a hint of a strong smell that made your left brow twitch but the other stronger smells of bacon, eggs, and pancakes coax you from your room and down the hall. Sometimes Erik would feel like cooking, surprising right, and make breakfast. Either that or the pussy you gave him was that bomb that he wanted to make your food?

“Mmmhmm,” You hum with a smirk deciding with the last possibility and recalling the events of last night As you pad down the hallway you call out to him once more, but still no answer. What the hell was this man doing and why wasn’t he answering you? You soon get your answer when you slowly turn the corner to see the back of a growling lioness tucked between the blood-covered coffee table and screen door. Her coat was a dirty brown with faint spot-like markings decorated down her back.

All hail the King!

Erik’s twitching bare feet slowly come into view but the further you walked you see his blood covered hand weakly hitting the back of the lioness’s head, only earning an annoyed twitch of the ear. The scene was horrific and it made you sick to your stomach. Her tail swayed from side-to-side as if she were a normal house cat, as she lightly turned her head so that she could see you from the corner of her eye.

Erik must be trying to call out for or make any sort of noise to alert you, you could hear the weak attempt at words but it was only met with the low growl from the lioness as she shifts her weight, her jaw tightening ever so slightly on top your mate's neck.

Weak whimpers mixed with gurgles of him choking on his own blood accompanied by the slight droplets that fell into an already formed pool reached your ears. Overwhelming fear holds you captive, all you can do is watch the lioness slowly stand and turn until the face of your dying lover came into view from between the couch and wall. The light that cast through the flustered blinds shown along Erik’s face and into his dimming eyes. It was almost a game, a disrespectful act even, broadcasting Erik’s fading light as you sat there frozen, watching him die.

Erik’s slight wheezing in tune with the droplets echoed sounded so loud, a small ring growing louder and louder until finally, it was the only thing you heard as you stared at his helpless form. His eyes were watered and blood rolled down in a perfectly straight lined flow from his lips.

All hail the King!

“All hail the King!”

Your eyes snap open and you take in a deep breath through your nose. The ringing continued in your ear reminded you of the blood dripping onto the floor of your apartment. You are sweating profusely and it takes some time to recognize where you are, Wakanda. Your heart's pounding with all of the adrenaline rush so you sit up and rest your face in your hands.

“What the fuck was that?” You say to yourself and the image of Erik’s bloody face and neck flashes once more, you get chills at the memory. You’ve had different nightmares about that bitch every time you closed your eyes, you could still smell and hear her. The look in her eyes was pure evil when she looked at you, it was like she couldn’t decide on which method she could use to torture you until Erik arrived at your rescue.

The cheering echoed and it catches your attention and you check to see what time it was. Your eyes rest on the clock on the bedside table and you frown at the led 10:47AM on the screen. The crowd's roar echos once more, they were loud and excited to be looking up to their promises, their new hopes, dreams, and the return of their Prince. It was a joyous occasion and an opportunity for a celebration including a showcase of the complete royal family, at least that’s what Erik explained to you last night in bed. Erik himself was barely present since the two of you returned to Wakanda. You kept having to remind yourself that he is a Prince and he has his own responsibilities while you were only here because of yet another sidalwa incident.

You wanted to go to support him, unfortunately, you were still kind of in pain from your deep injury at that time, but that was until you realized you were sitting up completely without any pain. You raise up the bottom of your shirt and your fingertips graze the gauze wrapped around your abdominal. You gently turn your legs so that they were dangling over the rug. Nothing, not a pinch or any sort of sign that the injury was ever there. You take in the deepest breath you can, still nothing, curiosity gets the better of you before you could even reconsider removing the gauze.

Hopping off the bed you stumble a little bit but once you find your bearings, you lift up the bottom of your shirt and you look at the little metal clip holding the gauze together. You pinch it off and it loosens everything and you slowly begin to unravel the material to see four large gashes branded onto your smooth skin. The scar tissue was raised a little and you a little nauseous at the feeling, a cryptic reminder of your attacker, your dream.

You look around the room wondering what you were supposed to be doing but you figured you could at least take a shower. This whole situation was tiring but you quickly forgive it when you turn your head to the amazing view just behind you. it was like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Last time you got a small view of the city but this was Erik’s room, more glamorous and overdone just because it could be. The huge window that let in a bunch of light and you didn’t mind because when you walked over to it, you saw beauty. You got teary-eyed at the view, the birds of the hills flying peacefully, large green trees, and it all belonged to the Udaku family.

Erik’s Pov

He looked unsatisfied with everything that was happening, almost as if he was bored with it all. Unlike the eldest who looked proud of this praise and felt the love with each word. “Cheer up… this is your homecoming after all hmm?” T'Challa grunts and nudges Erik only for him to roll his eyes.

“Bast bless the Prince!” The crowd roared again. They looked powerful and nicely decorated, to say the least.

“Praise the Ancestors! Praise the Ancestors!”

“Yeah well,” He says scanning his golden orbs over the ocean of Wakandans, “I got my mind on something else,” He says tensing his jaw trying to look like he belonged or wanted to be standing above those who saw him as nothing but a fuck-up, but T'Challa could see through it. A wave washes over him and he tenses, something was wrong and he wanted to get back to you, unaware of the nightmare you had just woken up from. This whole thing was stupid and pointless to him. All because the Mining Tribe’s representative ran her mouth an word of his return caught like wildfire.

When the showing was finished, the two of them turned and were nudging one another, all while Erik was pulling the jewelry off his head cursing and smiling towards his cousin’s teasing. The two stopped and their assists come and begin to remove the jewelry and gold from the royal men.

“You looked a little tense out there,” T'Challa grunts. Erik looks over at him and raises a brow at his words.

“Shit, ain't nobody tense,” He says rolling his neck after his neckwear is removed, “I just don’t like everybody staring at me,” a grunt leaves his chest and he fixes his own chain that belonged to his father. Erik’s mind was also on the feeling he got a little while ago.

“Can’t be, you use to love the attention little one,” T��Challa chuckles and drops a hand on Erik’s shoulder. Erik winces a little but in all honesty, he wasn’t quite ready to be back in the spotlight after what happened a with Oya just days ago. He didn’t know who to trust, so large crowds and attention aren’t really what he wants at the moment. He could still feel her touch and hear her voice saying his name. It angered him each time.

“Yeah well, I’ve matured,” Erik scoffs and brushes past a dumbfounded T’Challa

“It’s been a few days, Erik,” T’Challa states crossing his arms.

“Don’t come for me,” Erik turns with an irritated face.

“You are safe, N’Jadaka,” T’Challa starts and it catches his cousin off guard, “both of you are.”

“Long live the King! Long live the King!” The crowd yells once again before singing the Wakanda’s beautiful National Anthem.

The two of them turn to the balcony then back to one another. Erik then snickers and shakes his head, “They callin’ you bruh,” he smiles and makes his way to the double doors as T'Challa turns on his heels and heads back to the balcony.

Erik speedwalks down the halls, leaving his escorts struggling to keep up with his pace. As he got closer and closer to his wing of the palace, Erik could feel his back tingle and get warm. The feeling soothed but also excited him, he was getting closer to you. Erik’s heart began to pound as he got closer to his room, waves of happy and peaceful emotions washed over him and he began to jog down the hall until the palms of his hands were pushing the double doors in.

Your fragrance filled his senses and Daniel Caesar’s Who Hurt You? played from the speakers. His eyes scanned the room but he didn’t find you anywhere, the sounds of jogging feet caught his attention for only a moment before his need to find you overtook him.

“You’re dismissed,” Erik grunts once he walks into the room and pulls the doors shut as he disappears inside. There was something distinctive about your scent, something powerful and still so intoxicating, Erik couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

“Take that pussy, drop it in my laaaap...”

Erik’s ears perked at the sound of your voice mixed with the sound of running water.

“...I love it when you move like thaaaat...”

Erik proceeded to stalk until he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom gazing inside and through the steam at your figure swaying your hips to the sensuous rhythm of the song. Your hands rub over the lathered soap along your naked shoulders, you turn so that the water washes away the suds. You let out a sigh that echos just moments before you shut off the water and turn around only to jump at the sudden appearance of your mate.

“You aren't supposed to be walking around yet,” He cuts straight to the point and begins walking forward into the bathroom as you walk around the large glass wall with your towel concealing your naked body.

“I felt fine,” You say fixing the towel a little, “I wanted to take a shower,” you shrug coolly as you catwalk towards Erik and wrapping your arms around his neck. Erik can’t resist pulling your soft lips into his, they were his ultimate weakness. Both of you stand there in each other's embrace and he pulls his lips away with a loud smack. For the short time that you’ve been here, your mate hovered over you like a mother hen. Erik even had them move you to his room so he could hold you at night. He knew you would have a tough time dealing with the event of Oya because he was also having a tough time.

Erik’s hands rest on your cheeks, then he looks down at your side, you follow his gaze then back to his face. It wasn’t hard to see that Erik was clearly worried about you and that his mind was troubled, but how could you blame him. The image of your lifeless and bloody body was forever burned into his memory. You damn near came so close to death that it was going to be hard for Erik to trust you being alone, especially in his home country. Your relationship was frowned upon, and there are going to be many rude comments and stares that lie ahead in the future.

Erik’s shaking fingertips push past the towel and to your bare side, his fingertips gently rest upon the large scar tissue that now resided there. A forever reminder of the monster that did this to you. A wave of sadness gently comes over Erik who only stared down at your side. You tense a little and look up at him with those beautiful eyes, you’ve been crying.

“What are you crying for?” His voice was low as he playfully tugs your ear to the side and you couldn’t help but make a face of annoyance at him. He raises a brow in return.

“I had another dream,” You didn’t look at him and he wondered why but when you did look, your eyes weren’t on him, but his neck. Erik noticed this and wonders what happened with this one, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. To be quite honest, he didn’t want to know about her dream because he knew who it involved.

Erik pushes aside the towel gently until he had a full view, it fueled his anger and hatred against Oya, you take his cheeks into your gentle hands. The music became a distant hum to him, “I keep thinking about her,” you say.

“Where are Ashanti and Desmond?”

“Here,” He answered you almost immediately but he pauses. He thought about wanting to tell you, he thought about ways to tell you, he didn’t know how to explain the circumstances to you, more or less he didn’t want you to worry too much.

“Well can I go see them, I’m sure they are worried the same way I am about them,” You say.

“They aren’t here,” Erik says turning around and walking away from you towards the huge window. You stand there lost for a moment, what happened to his attitude, it’s like he’s a completely different person now. He seemed tired, dull, and easily annoyed. Erik didn’t sleep much since he’s been back and his duties were beginning to bring out a side that you haven’t seen.

“Well where are they?” You say finally following him.

“At the lab, you’re only here because of me, they are recovering,” Erik just stared at you with a tight jaw and you look up at him. Tears began to well in your eyes so Erik just pulls you into his chest. You turn your head so that both of you could look out into the free world.

“I hate her,” You whimper, “ I hate her so much Erik.”

“I know baby,” He grunts, “come on, I gotta take you to the great value version of Chadwick Boseman.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his joke and he looks down at you with a forced smile.

“Where are we going?” You smile turning away, “and why do you have SO many suits and clothes!?” you saw seeing all of the clothes in the see-through closet behind the bed.

Reader’s POV:

Why did he have so many clothes in his closet, it wasn’t like he was going to wear all of them. And don’t get started about the showcase of shoes Erik had, it looked like a high-end Footlocker, shoes stacked higher than you could reach.

“Because I can,” He grunts and you look over your shoulder seeing that he had his arms crossed and a brow raised, “come on, get dressed there is an all-white tank top and some jeans in there,” he instructs.

You rolled your eyes and walked to the closet, “so you picking out my outfits now?” You smirk looking over your shoulder to see that Erik was staring back out of the window. He didn’t answer you, so you hurried and did as you were told. But hands then stopped you by your waist. You can feel a nose on your neck and soft lips on your shoulder. Erik’s finger rubbed your soft skin and his breathing was steady. You lean your head against him and the two of you stand there in silence again, but this time, you were comforting him.

“Things are going to be different now,” He whispers into your ear. You raise a brow, “what do you mean?” You ask.

“There is a reason why the control of human consciousness is forbidden,” Was all Erik had to say before your memory goes back to the warehouse. That poor man, and Ashanti.

“What’s wrong with her?” You say and Erik sighs.

“It’s a lot to explain, but I just need you to trust me and get dressed, please.”

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onyour-right · 5 years

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Change of Heart

Think Maxine Shaw and Kyle Barker but instead it’s Erik Stevens and Ryan Mosley, friends turned enemies who find themselves living in the same apartment building. Will they get a second chance at friendship or will it be forever lost? Featuring the lovable T’Challa, Ororo and Simone as well as other other characters both made up and canon.

A/N: This is the first time I’m writing Erik so feel free to let me know how I do, as long as it’s constructive criticism it’s all good. I just wanna shout-out @hoopshoney for allowing me to use her as a sounding board, lmao, I hope it’s not too shabby. Also wanna shout out my sister wife who is on my forever tag list: @oceanscorazon. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed and reblog! (Also, apologies for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, I’ve tried to go over it as much as I can.)

Word count: 2.3k

By the time Ryan entered the apartment that she shared with her two best-friends, Ororo and Simone, she was beyond frustrated. As if work hadn’t been stressful enough with the several documents she hadn’t finished reading over and translating and her asshole colleagues who kept on trying her, she’d gotten home to find a moving truck in her parking space which meant she’d had to spend an additional 10 minutes going up and down the street to find somewhere else to park. It also meant that instead of the few minutes it usually took her to get out of her car and carry her heavy ass bags into the building and up to her apartment, she had to struggle with her bags for much longer. Maybe it would seem a trivial thing for her to get upset about when she looked back on it later on, but on bad days every minor inconvenience mattered. Thank goodness it was Friday and she had the whole weekend to do absolutely nothing.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, Ryan dropped her bags onto the wooden floor and slipped off her black work heels that gave her a few more inches – not that she really needed them though, she was tall enough on her own – before moving towards the kitchen to get herself a much needed drink.

She could hear the faint, contrasting voices of conversation coming from the other room and her whole body relaxed at the realisation her girls were already home and they could all bitch and catch up on each other’s day. Perhaps it was her frustration and weariness making her emotional, but she was hit by a sudden surge of warm affection for her two friends. Although Ryan was blessed with a big family which she definitely loved, ever since the death of her eldest brother the relationship between her and her siblings could be quite tense and sometimes left her feeling alone. It was at college that she met Simone and Ororo and slowly but surely they started to heal a part of her that had been left unfulfilled for quite some time. But it was something they all did for each other and a big reason why they all moved in together a year after graduating college.

“Hey,” Ryan greeted them as she walked into the kitchen, offering both her friends who were seated at the table in the middle of the room a quick smile. They were both still dressed up from work just like she was, which made it obvious to her that they probably hadn’t gotten in any sooner than she had. Simone was dressed in a classy black and grey pants suit, with her black braids pulled back into a simple ponytail and Ororo in an elegant grey sheath dress, with her long, white hair tumbling down passed her shoulders.

“Hey girl” “Hey boo,” they both replied in unison.

“How was work?” Simone asked, but after noticing the poorly concealed irritation on her friend’s face quickly added, “Damn, your face look mad as hell, what happened to you?”

Ryan let out an inelegant snort at her friend’s brutal honesty, heading to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of wine as she started to recount her day.

“…. and then I pull up outside and some moving truck is in my space, so I – ” she paused suddenly mid-sentence, her face scrunching up like she’d just came to some kind of internal revelation, “Wait, do y’all know who’s moving in? Because I haven’t heard anythin’.”

Simone’s eyes widened slightly at Ryan’s question and she turned her head away, both her brows raised and her bottom lip twisting into an expression that could only be described as ‘yikes’. Ryan just about caught the brief but meaningful look Simone then exchanged with Ororo. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she glanced over at her white-haired friend, who had half her face damn near buried in a mug of something – probably coffee, given how obsessed with it ‘Ro was – as if hoping there was a way for her to crawl inside.

“What is going on with y’all?” Ryan probed, the bewilderment clear in her voice as her eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. They usually only acted secretive like this for two reasons: either they were trying to surprise her, or they had bad news to deliver and didn’t know how to rip the band aid off.

Ororo finally pulled her head away from the mug, feigning an expression of deep thought as she hummed and then clicked her tongue. “I have no clue, Ry, you might wanna ask SiSi though.”

Following her friend’s words Ryan turned to Simone expectantly, a hand resting on her hip as she waited. She was aware she probably looked a lot like her late grandma in that moment but she was beginning to lose what little patience she had left. All she wanted to do was have a glass of wine, eat some fast food and crash out on the sofa watching some trashy reality show that didn’t require too much brain cells to follow the story-line.

“You ain’t shit, ‘Ro,” Simone murmured under her breath, shooting a quick scowl in the other woman’s direction before clearing her throat and turning to her impatient friend. “Okay, listen. Uh, here’s the thing. Promise you ain’t gonna get mad though?”

Ryan rolled her eyes. “I’m not promising shit, come on with it already.”

“Okay, fine. Fine,” Simone placated. “You remember T’Challa talkin’ about how he’s been looking for a roommate for months now and couldn’t find anyone? Well, uh… he’s found someone.”

Ryan blinked, opened her mouth to speak and then quickly shut it again. Was that it? Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored T’Challa and he was a great friend to her, but why Ororo and Simone thought she’d be so affected by it that they had to be communicate with secretive looks had her feeling even more confused. If any one of them was going to have a meltdown over someone else sharing T’Challa’s space it would be Ororo; those two were head over heels for each other but were also both completely blind to the other’s infatuation. Ridiculous.

“… Good for him?” Ryan responded uncertainly, her thoughts beginning to race as she went over the whole conversation again. Maybe she was missing something that was painfully obvious?

“It’s his cousin Erik,” Ororo suddenly blurted out, throwing her hands up as if she was apparently unable to take the slow progression of the conversation anymore. “T’s cousin Erik is moving in with him today and that’s why there’s a moving truck outside.”

All Ryan could do was stare. She didn’t want to say she hated Erik Stevens because hate was a very strong word that she didn’t like throwing around, but she definitely couldn’t stand him. It had started when the three women had been freshmen in college and had met Erik, T’Challa and W’Kabi, who were a couple years older and went to a completely different college, at a house party. Initially they’d all been cool and had soon started hanging out after that, but then something went down between herself and Erik that made them incapable of being in the other’s presence without getting into heated arguments and trading hurtful insults. Because of that even though most of them were still cool with each other it had been ages since they last all hung out. A part of Ryan still felt extremely guilty about that.

Wordlessly she moved towards the glass cabinet, picking up one of her extra-large wine glasses she’d bought a few months back in some random sale and pouring herself a generous amount of wine. She would be calm about this.

Ryan turned back to her friends who were watching her reaction carefully, slowly she began to take a sip of her wine. “How long?”

“How long is he staying at T’s place?” Simone asked.

“How long have y’all known and not said shit to me?” Ryan clarified, pinning both her friends down with a glare.

Ororo got up from her seat at the table and moved towards her friend, ready to embrace her. She was very much the affectionate mother of the group; always offering hugs, always making sure the other two women were taken care of, regularly cooking for them not because she had to but because it was just in her nature. “It’s not like that Ry, it’s just…” she trailed off and looked at Simone for some support.

“It’s just that whenever he’s brought up it really seems to fuck with your whole mood. We didn’t know how you’d react to him moving into the same goddamn building as us.”

Ryan pursed her lips petulantly. She couldn’t come up with a slick answer to retort back with because she knew her friends had a point. She’d be lying to herself if she said her chest hadn’t gotten heavy just at the mention of his name alone, or if knowing that Erik was in such close proximity to her hadn’t got her stomach feeling all unsettled.

But what exactly could she do about it now? It was done and she’d grown up since the last time she’d seen him, there was no reason why she wouldn’t be able to act civilised if she ever ran into him. She found herself shrugging, “It’s cool, I guess.”

“Ryan…” Ororo sighed, both her expression and her tone stating that she didn’t believe a word that came out of her friend’s mouth.

“Ororo…” Ryan replied, mimicking her tone. “I’m over it, it’ll be fine.”

Before anyone could say anything further, a series of heavy knocks on the front door filled the apartment and pulled them away from the semi-serious conversation. Ryan broke out into a small smile and squeezed Ororo’s arm in reassurance before putting her wine glass down. “I’ll go see who that is,” she announced, a little too relieved at the opportunity to leave the conversation.

Maybe it was the goddamn parcel she’d ordered over a week ago that had finally arrived.

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It was not.

Ryan was completely taken aback at the sight that met her when she opened the door. She guessed the saying definitely must be true: ‘speak of the Devil and he will appear’. Erik N’jadaka Stevens stood opposite her, and looking infuriatingly attractive in a simple grey v neck shirt and a pair of jeans. It was weird, she thought, he’d changed so much since the last time she’d seen him and yet he hadn’t changed that much at all. He was still just as tall and well-built as he always had been, still just as beautifully striking with eyes so intense it made people want to squirm under his gaze. The only real changes to him were the keloid markings that covered his arms and his hair that had grown into locs styled in a fresh looking fade.

It seemed like Erik was just as shocked to see Ryan as she was to see him, if the way his mouth parted and his brown eyes roamed over her figure were any indication. After a few minutes of neither of them speaking he cleared his throat, breaking the silence with the deep and enticing voice of his. “I uh, I ain’t expect to see you here.”

Ryan thought she could detect a hint of uncertainty in his voice but she quickly dismissed it, Erik and uncertainty weren’t two things that went together. She tilted her head to one side as she watched him, a brow raising in disbelief at his words. She just knew he wasn’t trying to insinuate that T’Challa hadn’t told him she lived here. Not only that, but /that/ was what he was choosing to open with? After it had been so long since they’d last been face to face?

“You didn’t expect to see me in my own apartment?”

Erik huffed out a sigh, his face scrunching up a little as it dawned on him just how his words might have come across. “Nah, that ain’t what I meant, what I meant was- ” he paused, taking his time as he searched for the right words. “I just thought Ororo or SiSi would answer.”

Clearly those weren’t the right words to say however, because it only served in making Ryan even more confused and agitated. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the shitty day she’d had, maybe it was the combination of both those things, but it meant she couldn’t keep the bite out of her voice when she replied. “Uh huh. So my presence in my own apartment isn’t good enough for you? Thanks, Stevens.”

Ryan could tell Erik was also beginning to get irritated from the way his nostrils flared and his body tensed up, like he was prepping himself up for an attack. “Look, I ain’t come down here to deal with all this attitude from you, I - ”

“/My/ attitude?!” Ryan repeated as she cut him off, a scoff leaving her mouth at the boldness this man had, thinking he could say stupid shit and she wouldn’t check him for it. “Y’know what, I’m way too tired for this, be gone spawn of Satan,” she snapped, slamming the door in his face and preventing him from saying anything else. She was absolutely seething, who did this negro think he was?!

All the noise brought Ororo and Simone rushing into the living room and looking between the door and their best friend, concern on their faces as they both spoke over the other trying to find out what had just gone on. “Girl who was that?” “What happened?”

Unable to find the appropriate words to express how frustrated she was in the moment, Ryan threw her hands up in the air while letting out a loud, disgruntled grumble. She ignored the looks on her friend’s faces as she marched into the kitchen to finish off the rest of the bottle of wine.

Perhaps she wasn’t as over the whole Erik situation as she’d thought.

// end

#black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger #erik stevens #erik stevens x oc #ororo munroe #t'challa udaku #t'challa x storm #G writes

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marvelsviking · 6 years

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You'll Be In My Heart.

T'Challa Udaku x Black!Reader

Loosely based on Tarzan's "You'll Be In My Heart"

Warnings: Bit of Fluff but alotta angst.

Summary: Tiana has always been T'Challa's world. He just never thought he'd lose her like this.

This is for @caplansteverogers Disney Song Challenge. And it is also a Part Two (Kinda) of It's Over Isn't It?. Strangely enough, both are being posted on mobile because pulling out my laptop is too much work for me right now. Enjoy!

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"Please, Tiana. Just stay here with me" T"Challa begged, pulling his lovers body closer to his tightening his grip on her hips as she straddled his lap on the throne.

"I can't stay, Challa. They need me there." She cooed stroking the back of his neck with her fingers, twirling her nails through his curls.

"I need you here. You're supposed to be my queen."

"I am your queen, honey. But my duties to the avengers come first just like yours to Wakanda do." She kissed his forehead and smiled down at him.

"Plus, its not like I'm leaving right now. We still have the night together and after the mission, I was thinking of telling Steve and Tony to put me on maternity leave..." She trailed off, nervously biting her bottom lip.

"Y-You're pregnant?" T'Challa suddenly went from sad, to happy, to concerned.

"You can't go on that mission. What if something happens to the-"

"Kumkani, chill. I'm not completely sure yet because only a day late. I'll have Bruce take a look at it when I get back to the tower and call you with the news."

"We can have the doctors check you out right now, you know we have the best. Why go to Banner?" The king protested.

"I don't want to get your kingdoms' hopes up on there being an heir to the throne just yet so I'll have Bruce do it."

Her fingers had moved on to stroking his cheekbones now. Something he would miss for the next few days... or forever.

"Promise me that you'll be safe. You know how reckless you can be, Tiana."

Tiana let out a hearty but airy laugh.

"Isn't that why you married me? But okay, okay. I promise that I'll be careful. If anything does happen to ne though-"

"Stop. I don't ever want you talking like that. You're going to be fine. Both of you are" He splayed his hands on her stomach. The one that was most likely carrying his child. He wouldn't hear of it.

"I have to tell you this, T'Challa cause you'll never know. It's not your fault, it's not the team's fault and I love you." She kissed his lips this time and T'challa savored the feeling of her lips on his.

The next morning, T'Challa escorted his Queen back to New York and never saw her again. The bomb had killed her and their possible child as she didn't have the time to go to Banner about the situation.

T'Challa remembered her last smile to him. Their last kiss and their last words to each other.

Hers, "I love you, T'Challa."

His, "And I you. And no matter what, you'll be in my heart now and forever more."

And even though he had found a new queen, that statement was still true.

He mourned almost every day and would shut out the world on their anniversary, her birthday and the day of the incident.

Tiana would always be in his heart and he would await the day where he would see her again.

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blackandfair · 6 years

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M*A*G*I*C: Chapter Six|| T’challa Udaku

A/N: I honestly don't know where to take this story. I thought I had a good idea but these few chapters have been ass and I’m sorry that I disappointed. But, here is chapter 6. Hopefully, yall like it.

Words: Who gives a fuck.

Warning(s): Cussing, drinking, Regular shit.

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“I rejected him.”

“Huh?” Ju was confused. What the hell were you on about now?

“T’challa asked me out and I told him no.”

You can see the disappointing look your cousin was rocking on the other side of the phone. “You just might be the dumbest bitch I know and I know a lot of dumb bitches.”

You sighed, “I don't think dating is something I want to do right now. I just think I should put my focus on more important things like Banshee and writing my book.”

Ju sucked her teeth “ A whole king of a rich ass country asked your basic ass out and you said no. Bitch.”

You sighed. She was never going to let this go. “What are we gonna do about my vision?”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Obviously keep it from happening.”

“Bitch, you had one vision and now swear you raven.”

“ you never try to keep the bad things you see from happening?”

“ Sometimes, but I prefer to let the police handle it. I ain't no superhero.”

“Yeah but still…”

“ Let the police and the superheroes handle this shit. You can help a little….but stay away. Especially in public. If you get exposed. Our whole coven gets exposed. We’re already on the verge of extinction.”

You sighed, “You right.”

After your phone call with Ju, you internally battled yourself. For years you saw your powers as a burden and refused to use them. But, now you didn't think it was right to be as powerful as you are and not use your powers to help others. Your visions can help people and it sucks that you couldn't use it to your advantage because of the worries of getting exposed.

After a shower, you change into comfortable summer clothes and decided to go out for a walk. You couldn't stand being in your apartment. The air conditioner wasn't working and your whole apartment was in a competition with hell itself.

As you were locking your apartment door, T’challa came out of his. You act as if you weren't affected by him. You shoved your keys into your purse and walk down the stairs. T’challa trailed behind you. Then it became as if he was following you.

You stopped in front of your destination(A Gelato store) and turn to face him. “You know I never thought of you to be a creep.” You told him.

He raised a brow, shocked by your meanness. “I don't understand.” He said, very confused.

“T’challa, You literally followed me all the way over here.”

“Don't flatter yourself, Miss Luna. I’m meeting my date here.”

When you didn't come up with a response, he walked away, his shoulder bumping yourselves.

“Fuck.” You whispered, really embarrassed.

While in the Gelato store, you tried not to eye T’challa and his date. A small part of you was stung that he’d be out on a date with another person, the very next day after he had asked you out. Sure you had rejected him but it was about the principle of the thing.

They seemed to be really hitting it off. She was white(of course), Red hair and had a very adorable laugh that you could hear from where you sat. T’challa was smiling and laughing a lot too. You stole a few glances at T’challa. You got really hurt when he caught you looking at him and you offered him a small smile and he didn't smile back.

"Did he hate me now?” You whispered to yourself. How shitty was his self-esteem to hate a person because they rejected them?

“Whatever. Who needs him.” You whispered to yourself again and continue to enjoy your delicious gelato.

Later that day, You were back in your apartment trying to write but Your mind was blank. You were not inspired at all. You tried looking around your living room to find anything that might get your inspirational juices flowing and found nothing.

You started procrastinating and after scrolling your Instagram for an hour, you decided to call Ju. She didn't pick up.

“This bitch better not still be mad about the whole T’challa thing.”You said to yourself as you listen to your phone ring.

“This Ju’leesa. Obviously, I ain't pick up. Leave a message and I just might get back to you.”

You groaned and threw your phone on the carpeted floor. You jumped off your couch and made yourself to your kitchen and pour yourself two glasses of alcohol. One full of wine and One full of Vodka.

“ Praise Jesus, hallelujah.” You said before throwing the whole glass of vodka down your throat. You groaned at the burn the drink brought to your throat.

“I really need this.” You said out loud and take a sip of your wine.

Unlike pills, Alcohol does have an effect on you. It takes a while but eventually, you do get drunk. You always find it funny that Alcohol can overpower magical blood.

You took out the whole bottle of wine and vodka and smiled at the kidney killers.

“Might as well go out with a bang.”

…

T’challa groaned when someone started knocking on his door, interrupting his research. It was 10 o'clock at night. Who could possibly be knocking on his door without calling him first? He had just come back from a mission and was still in his panther suit. He was about to change but the person was persistent and knocked harder and louder forcing him to throw a black robe over it.

T’challa was surprised by the state you were in. You looked a hot ass mess. Your eyes were watery and you couldn't stand straight to save your life.

“Do you...Do you hate me?” You slurred.

“No. Why would I?” T’challa said, grabbing on to you. He pulled you inside and forced you on his couch.

T’chala was about to walk away but you grabbed his leg and pulled him on the couch with you. You then lay your head on his muscular chest.

“You love white bitches.” You slurred. Your slurring turned into singing, “Challa likes mayo bitches.”

T’challa didn't say anything or attempt to defend himself because he would have gained nothing from it. You were drunk and probably would not remember any of this when you come out of the influence of the alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” He asked as you slowing run your hand over his chest.

“You are so in shape.” You answered your hand now on his stomach.

He took your hand off his stomach, “Luna, baby...how much did you drink?”

You let out a snort, “You called me baby. Am I like your girlfriend now? Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“You could've been.” He muttered.

You took your head off his chest and grabbed his face, pulling it face closer to yours. T’challa didn't want to stop you. He wanted to see where this could go.

He was very disappointed when you didn't kiss him like he wanted but simply asked, “ What is your skincare routine, Mr?”

“Ok.” T’challa said and pulled your hand from his face, “How much did you drink?”

You ran your hand through your messy hair and try to scramble your confused and intoxicated mind for an answer., “Umm...Two.”

“Two what?”

“Bottles. Like the really big one.

You let out a loud laugh, “If I was normal. I probably would've been at the ER or something.”

“Witches react differently to Alcohol?” T’challa asked. Obviously being a witch gave you more than just the active powers that you have.

“Not witches. Me. I’m not-”

“What?”

“I have to pee.”

T’challa helped you get to the bathroom and stood behind the door.

He listened to you use the bathroom until you screamed about having to throw up.

Soon you two were back on the couch with T’challa who was forcing water down your throat.

“Come on, You have to drink this.” He whined.

“Fine. I’m only doing it cuz you’re cute.” You told him.

He held the cup to your mouth and you push at it when you were finished.

You let out a loud burp and lay back on the couch.

You stare at T’challa’s back, “When are you going to kiss me?” You asked him.

“When you’re not drunk out of your mind and want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you. ”

When T’challa turns to see your reaction, your eyes were closed and you were fast asleep.

...

A/N: Thanks for the read. IDK Why but I'm only inspired to write like at 3 and 4 o'clock in the morning. I always get up at those times. Anyways hope yall like this. Don't forget to comment and reblog. I'm open to character asks if yall are confused about anything. Peace.

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halfrican-heat · 6 years

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A Nest of Stars (3.2)

Pairing: T’Challa x Black!OC

A/N: Heyy! I’m back, my loves. I did not mean for chapter two to be so damn long! But hey. It’s whatever. I honestly can’t think of anything to say except like...I don’t even know. I cannot think. Believe it or not, this story takes so much damn brain power!

Warning(s): Google translated Xhosa; LGBT+ Themes (If you don’t like it leave my blog and block me); Long chapter; Mentions of an absent mother; Mentions of Major Character Loss;

Song Reference: Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

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Chapter Two: Call Out My Name (Continued)

“I helped you out of a broken place…”

The girl smiles brilliantly before running off to frolic in the gardens. Tiana steps out cautiously and startles when the wall slams shut behind her, becoming no more than a tall rose wall. She then looks out at the expansive garden before her and a feeling of familiarity dawns on her. Tiana looks up to see the walls of the palace. From her viewpoint, she can see right into the room where everything changed for her. She sees the balcony where she made her final decision.

This is the place she vowed never to return to.

“This cannot be right,” Tiana mumbles. She begins to search for Nailah, panic coursing through her veins. There was no Earthly way this child could live here. However, Tiana hesitates. Perhaps…

But no. She shakes her head. Nakia had not wanted children as far as she knew.

“Nailah,” She whispers sharply. “Child, where are you? We’re supposed to be out here!”

She hears the child giggle and whips her head in the direction of the sound. She runs quickly through the grass archway to find Nailah. Tiana hears rustling just around the corner and whips around quickly only to be met with the sharp end of a spear.

“Who are you and what is your business here,” The Dora asks.

Nailah tugs on the Dora’s arm, trying to get her attention. But the woman remains in her guarded stance, never taking her eyes off of Tiana.

“Go, princess. Go find your father,” She orders the child.

“But Ayo! This is my friend. She brought me home,” Nailah cries. “Please don’t hurt her!”

Tiana’s eyes widen. “Ayo? My friend, is that you?”

The Dora squints in confusion. She circles Tiana, observing her. Tiana stares back as a slow smile takes over her face.

“Ayo, you must remember me! We used to train together,” Tiana says. “What was it we used to say...ah! ‘War is a bad chisel--’”

Recognition flashes in Ayo’s eyes and she lowers her weapon.

“‘--with which to carve out tomorrow,” Ayo finishes with a wide grin. “Tiana!”

The two women embrace one another happily. When Ayo releases Tiana, she steps back and takes a look at her. Her face is full of surprise and awe. It’s almost as if Ayo expects Tiana to disappear.

“After you left we did not know what to think,” Ayo exclaims. “Oh, Okoye was so disappointed.”

Tiana smiles ruefully.

“We all know I couldn’t stay, Ayo,” She says. “It was...too much.”

Ayo nods in understanding and both women look back at the child humming quietly as she admires a bush of african violets. Tiana remembers the day those were first planted. She doesn’t take the time to reminisce however and instead locks eyes with her old friend.

“So this is--”

“Yes,” Ayo responds. Her eyes are apologetic. “She is.”

Tiana nods.

“It’s okay, Ayo,” Tiana reassures her. She smiles at the child. “She is beautiful. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. Her need for adventure, the gapped toothed smile. Her bravery and wise nature. She is the perfect mix of T’Challa and Nakia.”

“She is. Nakia was so hesitant to have her but T’Challa was so happy to finally be a father,” Ayo explains. “The pregnancy was difficult for Nakia but she endured it.”

Guilt floods Tiana. She knows she should have been around for her best friend but in a match against her mind and heart, the brokenness she felt back then won out. She blocked any and every piece of news that came from the palace for months. Nakia sent her letters for a while but Tiana couldn’t bear to look at a single one. Then, they stopped coming altogether.

She looks at the little girl and a question crosses her mind. She steps closer to Ayo and lowers her voice.

“Does she know?”

“About Nakia? No. She can barely remember her,” Ayo supplies sadly. “Her mother left a year after she was born and never returned...but you know that story.”

A sorrowful silence falls over the two women. Their eyes once again travel to the oblivious and joyful small girl.

“How does T’Challa do it,” Tiana murmurs.

Ayo blinks before glancing to Tiana. She scrutinizes her with a small grin. Tiana looks at her with suspicion.

“What is it, Ayo? I don’t like that look on your face.”

“T’Challa would be pleased to see you, Tiana. You must come with me right away,” She says, taking Tiana’s hand.

“Oh no, Ayo! I have to get home. There is no way I can see T’Challa right now!”

“What better time? Come, Nailah. Would you like to introduce your utata to your new friend?” Ayo asks.

Nailah look over with an elated smile.

“Yes!”

Nailah rushes over and takes Tiana by her hand. For the second time this evening the girl drags her away. Tiana throws a glare at Ayo, who smiles with a shrug, as she and Nailah disappear around the corner. Nailah expertly weaves her way through the garden maze, tugging Tiana through various twists and turns. Before either of them realize, they are standing in front of the palace.

Tiana regards the place with anxiety, memories of the past catching up to her.

Nailah, however, gives Tiana’s mind no chance to settle as she drags the woman up the stairs.

“Up this way! My baba is here!”

“Nailah, wait! Perhaps we shouldn’t bother your baba,” Tiana pleads. “It’s time for me to go home, Nailah.”

“No! I want you to meet my baba!”

They struggle up the stairs arguing back and forth when a shrill voice pierces through the air.

“Oh my gods!”

Both girls whip their heads to the figure standing atop the stairs. Shuri is there with a relieved and tearful look on her face. She races down the stairs and scoops Nailah into her arms, cuddling her close.

“Ndakuxelela ukuba uhlale usondele,” Shuri scolds. She hides her face in the child’s hair. “Have you lost your mind?!”

“But Titi!”

“No buts! My brother would feed me to M’Baku if anything were to happen to you, child!”

Shuri rants and rants until Nailah grasps her cheeks in her small hands.

“Titi, listen! The lady brought me home. I showed her our special way.”

Shuri tilts her head in confusion and Nailah clicks her teeth, urging Shuri’s face in Tiana’s direction. Shuri’s eyes widen and light up.

“Tiana!” The girl exclaims. She pulls Tiana into a tight hug. “Thank you so much! I’m glad it was you who found her and not some random-- oh! Thank you, thank you!”

Tiana pats the girl gently on her head and sighs before pulling away.

“Shuri you must learn to be more careful. I was expecting you for your brother’s paperwork,” Tiana admonishes. “You know I expect you to come on Fridays. What were you off doing?”

Shuri bites her lip and scoots around Tiana. Tiana squints at her, following her up their stairs.

“You were with Patina again. Weren’t you?”

Shuri groans and sets Nailah down as they walk into the palace. As Nailah scurries off giggling, Shuri looks at the doors to the throne room before opting to look at her feet instead.

“I was terrified today, Tiana. I had no idea what could have happened to Nailah,” Shuri admits. “But I just wanted to see Patina.”

“I know, Shuri but there are other ways. You have been after this girl since you first stopped by my class. Do you not think she deserves more than brief session between my class and your duties as royalty? As an aunt?”

“I didn’t mean to leave Nailah for so long! I swear,” Shuri exclaims, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just... I don’t know what to do, Ti. But I know I acted selfishly today. You don’t have to tell me that.”

“It’s not easy being in love, Shuri. Especially when the world seems against you,” Tiana says. Shuri looks to her with sad eyes.

“You would know that better than anyone. Wouldn’t you?”

Tiana rolls her eyes.

“Bast, you and Patina are perfect for each other,” She mumbles. She glances at Shuri and cracks a smile. “Come here, girl.”

The two laugh lightly and embrace one another.

“I do know how to pick them. Don’t I,” Shuri teases. “My ladies have a certain quality about them.”

“If by certain quality you mean a knack for tough and annoying questions then yes, you do know how to pick ‘em.”

They laugh once more and release each other. Immediately Shuri’s eyes connect with someone over Tiana’s shoulder. Tiana turns around and her breath gets stuck in her chest. Her heart pounds roughly as their eyes meet for the first time in a long time.

There stands T’Challa with his little girl by his side. He looks as regal as the last time Tiana saw him. He regards her with an impassive stare but the slow exhale that leaves his lips is proof that she is the last person he expected to see tonight. Shuri looks between the two and quickly walks over to Nailah, taking her by the hand.

“Come on, Nailah. It is past your bedtime,” Shuri says, ushering her down the hall.

“Can I play with baba and my new friend?” She asks as they walk away.

“Ms. Tiana and your baba have some business to talk about,” Shuri explains.

Tiana watches the two of them as they disappear down the hall. With them gone, Tiana feels as if her only lifeline has vanished. Her stomach drops as her eyes trail to T’Challa’s. She swallows thickly as his gaze seems to penetrate every defense she has built over the last several years. Tiana takes a shaky breath.

“Your highness,” She begins, saluting him. “It is an honor.”

T’Challa lets out a small huff of laughter.

“Come on, Tiana. Drop the formalities. You know me,” He says directly. “Let’s not waste our time dancing around the elephant in the room.”

“It’s only right, T’Challa.”

“Ah, yes. That’s why you left? Because it was right?” He laughs mockingly. He shakes his head at her. “You are a funny woman, Tiana.”

“T’Challa, please,” She sighs. “Listen, I really have to go. I apologize for intruding.”

“No, Tiana. Please, why don’t you step into my office,” He responds, gesturing down the hall.

“T’Challa--”

“I insist, Tiana,” He speaks firmly. “I insist.”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he turns on his heel and heads towards his office. Tiana groans quietly before following him. Worry tingles in her veins.

“Oh, Bast,” She mutters. “I’m so going to regret this.”

“Falling for you was my mistake...”

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A/N: Hey! So a few things, I used the little star symbol to mark transitions in time, scene and the end/beginning of the chapter because the line break has not been transferring over to mobile. Also, if you have any questions about the story PLEASE ASK! Your questions help me as an author. Thanks to @airis-paris14 and @royallyprincesslilly for asking me little things about my story. I hope y’all enjoyed. Please lemme know if I forget to tag you or if you would like to be tagged!

Xhosa Translation: Ndakuxelela ukuba uhlale usondele means “Have you lost your mind?”

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tallulahchanel · 5 years

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Tallulah C.'s Masterlist (Updated 5-14-2023)

Writeblr Introduction

Rose of Wakanda (T’Challa x Rose) [Masterpost]

Kia and Kya Forever Series (Nakia & Kya) [Masterpost]

Sour Dolls (Original Fiction) [Chapters Dropping Soon]

Dope cover made by @arrthurpendragon

Info + Characters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Borderline (Zora x Hakeem fic/Empire x Greenleaf crossover)

Friends.....Maybe More

No Ordinary Love (John Watson x Lita Cox)

Info + Characters

Life with Aly: Wedding in Toronto (Original Fiction) [Masterpost]

Chap-stick (Original Fiction)

Natalya (Original Fiction)

Recluse (Original Fiction)

Non-Witerly Things:

The Mutant Academy Podcast

Episode 1 - Selah is still the Hero

Episode 2 - Zora Greenleaf: A Neglected Character

Episode 3 - Tiana Brown is Unlikeable, and Here's Why

Episode 4 - Celebrity Worship Syndrome, and My Struggles with It

Episode 5 - "The Walk" Did Not Give

Episode 6 - Black Panther: The Recast Conversation is Draining, and Here's Why

Episode 7 - Selah and the Spades: I've only seen it a few times, and here's why

Episode 8 - Zora Greenleaf Isn't Fast, She's Emotionally Neglected

Episode 9 - Wakanda Forever: The Fair and Trash Takes

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katasstrophey · 5 years

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Yours and Yours Alone

*PART 1*

Part 2 of 3: Yours and Yours Alone

Pairing: M’Baku x Reader

Length: 2.k + words

Warning: none.

A/N: Another one shot in my tripartite Hurt!M’Baku mini-series because I get off on hurting our favourite thicc daddy. This is not related to the first part, just think of this as M’Baku in another life - it seems he has no luck in the love department.

It had been all been T’Challa’s idea.

It had all been T’Challa’s fault.

Along with opening Wakanda to the world, T’Challa had decided to pursue yet another initiative: fortify the African continent as a whole starting with creating socioeconomic alliances with the neighbouring countries of Wakanda.

M’Baku, having become somewhat of T’Challa’s right hand man, was declared leader of such an initiative that opened the Jabari lands to outsiders that were soon to become allies.

The head of five African countries and M’Baku met religiously to discuss, debate, concede and argue in the hopes of getting the alliance treaty signed by all members of the conclave.

The first time the six leaders all met, M’Baku gauged each of them, confident that all would go smoothly, that is before his eyes fell on her.

She marched into the conference hall with her head held high and a confidence that could not be shaken. As the only woman in the room, M’Baku knew she would either be white noise or the only voice he heard.

His heart hammered in his chest as she marched straight to her assigned seat and sat down before he could give the word to do so.

Rage ignited in M’Baku’s heart. How dare this woman march in his room and insult him in such a manner.

As a scowl made its way onto the Jabari leader’s face for in his heart he knew that this would not be the last of her attempts to set him ablaze.

Leader of Warunda, M’Baku soon found out who that woman was.

As the leader of a small country east of Wakanda known for its agriculture and craftsmanship, the woman carried herself with much pride and dignity. The harvest had not been plentiful this year; her people were hungry, her people were suffering, she had come into these negotiations with no plan to compromise.

She wanted it all.

The woman refused to give them her name, only answering only to chief. She continued to push each of his buttons throughout the entirety of the negotiation process as she taunted and argued over the very smallest details of the treaty.

Despite the fact that she drove him mad, M’Baku couldn’t help but be mesmerized each time she took a stand and defended her interests. However selfish they might be, she was passionate and she was real and she was raw and she was beautiful.

After a particularly tense session, she had cornered him. Like a prey falling in the grasp of a predator he had fallen hard, not being able to stop himself from inviting her to stay for dinner.

It was a wonderful occasion to change her mind on the treaty, to soften her up and bring her to accept his terms and finally to enable him to break the spell she had placed on him.

Such lies were long forgotten as her warm hand met his arm. M’Baku was dancing with the devil hoping and praying he would get burned within her flame.

He was nothing but ash when he led her to his chambers and felt her soft skin beneath his large hand.

When her lips met his, M’Baku swore she was pulling his soul out of his body and when his body met hers he swore he would let her keep it.

When he awoke she had left. With a part heart, his soul and nonetheless a two of his prized gold rings he had worn the previous day.

That woman, the daredevil.

M’Baku promised Hanuman he would unleash his anger on her the second he saw her again.

Hanuman forgave his servant for such a lie the second the thought erupted into the latter’s mind.

The next time the Jabari chief’s eyes fell upon hers, his breath hitched. The Warunda chief glowed particularly bright that day.

It might have been the reflection of the sun on the his rings she had attacked on a chain across her neck or it might have simply been that M’Baku was indeed going mad. Whichever one it was, M’Baku knew he would be obliged to ask her to dinner once more.

There was no more soul of his to be sucked out by her as the woman pushed M’Baku down on his bed so as the dawn broke, she settled with stealing his breath this time.

“You’re mine.”

It was in the way she moved, in the way she smiled, in the way her tongue weaved lies that would have a sane man go mad.

M’Baku almost dared question her, on the rare countless nights their caucus consisted of them and only them.

“Are you mine?”

The question never left his mouth. Who was he kidding. M’Baku might have been hers, but she belonged to no man.

No man, no woman, no one.

Not even herself.

She was a reckless wave of pure chaos locked into the body of a five foot four sun-kissed goddess. That woman made all in her midst combust for no reason whatsoever other than the fact that she could do just that.

His men could tell that he loved it when she marched all over him, and yet M’Baku would rather claim to be Wakabi’s lover than admit that fact out loud.

If such revelations were truly the only means to save his life, the Jabari tribe leader would say that he did indeed love it, because it was only then that he would have her near, that he would be able to smell the deathly sweet perfume he imagined she sprayed religiously on the base of her neck each time she came around.

He loved that he was hers.

He also loved the way his spear met hers on that wretched battlefield – with such force and passion, with such fire and desire.

She fought for Thanos, the creature who had managed to deceive her and her people.

“Stop this madness!”

M’Baku hoped his yells could be heard over the sounds of the battle raging around them ; by the way her face darkened and the power with which she struck him, the Jabari tribe leader was certain she had heard him loud and clear.

People, his people, fell to the right and left of him as extra-terrestrial beings swarmed the sacred Wakandan ground. M’Baku shook the grief away as he tried to focus on the battle that was before him – the key to his demise.

“You cease this!”

She was pleading with him, beckoning him to join her twisted cause, to drop arms and let her have her way with him, like she always did.

M’Baku stood strong, this time.

“Listen to me! This Thanos has fooled you into believing whatever nonsense he has been spewing. All that comes out of his mouth are lies, lies you hear me!”

M’Baku prayed Hanuman, Bast, whomever, that she would, for once in her life, heed his word.

“You’re the one who has been fooled, M’Baku!”

Sweat now trickled down his spine as she continued to meet his strong blows with her harsh ones. He admired her physical prowess and had to admit that she was a true beast on the battlefield.

M’Baku’s anger grew just then, he had hoped that one day they would both battle side by side and not one against the other.

“Listen to me!” M’Baku roared in desperation, “he will end us all!”

M’Baku could see for the first time angry tears fall upon the woman’s face as she faltered in her attack, “He promised us land, resources, he promised us more than poverty and strife!”

Spear to his side, M’Baku took her moment of hesitation as a chance to march closer towards her.

Before he could reach for her she was torn from his sight, shoved to the side by one of the alien beasts who, it seemed, had no sense of sides, their only goal being death.

A guttural scream made its way out of M’Baku’s mouth as his spear was raised, this time to pry the monster off of the woman who had captured much of his essence.

As the Jabari tribe leader struck the beast again and again, a sigh of relief escaped him as it let out a tone-deafening screech and fell still atop of the Warunda chief who managed, with great difficulty to push it off of her now mangled body.

M’Baku rushed down to her side, examining the damage that had been done. The alien monster had clawed and bit his way into the woman’s side leaving out in the open marred and bloodied flesh. There was no way she would survive this.

A small smile made its way onto the woman’s bloodied face as she left his eyes to gaze at the spear he had left to the grown when he had hastily kneeled down beside her.

M’Baku followed her gaze only to have his eyes harden.

“No.”

“You have to.”

M’Baku shook his head furiously, all the while attempting to disregard the hell raging around him.

She was right. She was always fucking right. There was no way she would survive this. There was no way he would survive this. Heeding to her word was the only way he could spare her of more pain, more hurt, more misery.

Tears skewed his vision as his hand left her wound and grabbed his spear.

“Like ripping off a bandage,” she encouraged him, her voice, for the first time, soft and gentle.

M’Baku closed his eyes shut.

They never even had a fighting chance.

Her small gasp of surprise forced him to open his eyes. He has plunged the spear straight into her body without a moment of hesitation. She would not have to suffer for much longer.

“Why would you make me do this?”

Each word was choked out harshly as though it pained him to utter them.

Her eyes were closed, M’Baku didn’t think she would reply.

“We wouldn’t have been that great anyways,” a small smile made its way on her face.

M’Baku grabbed her hand a little tighter, he could see bloodstains on her teeth.

The Jabari tribe let out a small sob.

“No. We would have been spectacular. Not even Hanuman could have stopped us.”

“A part of me is sorry,” she breathed in, “deep down I am sorry, M’Baku. I’m sorry for you – your heart is too big.”

M’Baku couldn’t believe than even in her dying moments she would mock him, and yet knew he shouldn’t be surprised.

“Trust me, you’ll just end up getting hurt,” the woman added letting out a small laugh before she let go of M’Baku’s hand.

It was his turn to let her go.

As he did just that, M’Baku couldn’t help but stumble at the weight that crushed his heart. He shook the grief away – There was a war to be fought and a land to die for.

He hated it.

No – he hated her.

The way she marched into his throne room and he hated how he knew he could do nothing about it.

He despised her with a passion.

He despised how he became putty in her hands, how he became enthralled with her very being and how he knew that would only lead to his destruction.

M’Baku could not help but crave that fire she sparked within.

He hated how they told him that she would betray him and that she would bring him nothing but harm because he knew that himself.

He didn’t need them to remind him that she was the key to his demise.

And so, he looked at her that last time she threw the door open to his conclave, all heads turning to see her strut towards him, a smirk on her face, eyes blazing.

M’Baku’s heart fell to his stomach for he knew in her sight he was nothing.

He supposed he was nothing in her sight.

He thought he was nothing in her sight.

He hoped he wasn’t nothing in her sight.

He knew he was nothing in her sight– he hated that too.

It was the last time she did so, look at him as though in her sight he was nothing, the sun reflecting his her rings she kept hanging around the chain on her neck.

For the next moment they would have together, he would be kneeling over her bleeding body while she, eyes still blazing, mocked him with her dying breath. He loved how he hated the fact that he would always be hers.

Voilà!

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Summertime Magic (IV)

A/N: In this chapter, we get more moments from the Black Thick Reader and N’Jadaka and they go run errands and literally spend the rest of the day together... BUT they bump into a little bit of problems along the way. (Bold and Ictalized are links to click on)

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WARNING: Lots of fluffiness, weed and alcohol use and some angst.

Song Recommendation: Crush by Yuna ft. Usher

Y/N was finishing up her last client when the AC blew cool air into the room. She was touching up his twenty two inch ombre dreads along with a tapered fade. He was one of the guys who followed N’Jadaka and saw what he posted about her work. This exact customer was the sixth one that day and she was up until six am, just doing hair back to back. Despite being exhausted, she was thankful because N’Jadaka promoted her so well. Once she was done with his hair and left, she counted all her money and smiled at how much she had made; eight hundred dollars even. She placed it all in her wallet when she got an interrupted call; she smiled at the name. “Hey, Daka.”

“Hey, Baby Girl. What you doing right now”, he asked and it sounded like the wind was around his speaker. “Nothing, I was about to go and deposit this money at this bank and hit Target. Some sales are going on and I wanna catch them”, she told him as she grabbed her house keys and fixed her golden yellow body con dress. All of a sudden, she heard a honk on his end and outside of her door. When she peeked through the curtains, she saw N’Jadaka’s truck parked outside of her house. She still had the phone to her ear when she opened the door. “Seriously, Daka”, she asked and heard his deep chuckle.

She hung up making her way to the passenger side, leaning in the window. “You do know I have my own car right,” she asked him making him smile. “You know, I don’t care right”, he mocked her. “Now, get ya cute ass in the car so I can be a generous muthafucka”, he said. She rolled her eyes and got in; they were off. Her window was still down with her arm out making waves against the wind. When she looked at Daka, he was already watching her. “Why are you staring at me” is what came from her lips. “No reason. You just look good. I like that color on you”, he added. Y/N blushed as soon as she looked away. “Which bank we going to anyways?”

“Chase”, she said and he nodded, still looking ahead at the road. “So, how you sleep” she heard and she said “fine, how about you?” He shrugged and admitted, “barely. I have insomnia. I would only sleep for, like, an hour then wake up. Been like that for a while.” She looked over at him and saw how sad his demeanor had gotten. “Must be hard”, she asked with her arm rested beside his. N’Jadaka looked over at her with soft eyes then back to the road. “Becomes natural when you have dealt with it for as long as I did.”

“For how long?”

“Shiiii, since I was like ten....maybe. I think”, N’Jadaka thought out loud. Y/N watched as he drove and noticed his hand close to hers. When her hand inched closer to his, the car came to a stop and he looked at her. “You should be glad this is my bank too. I gotta go in anyways.” He hopped out and so did she but when she did, he looked her up and down. “What I do”, she asked as his arms folded. “Baby Girl, did you hop out the car without me opening the door for you?” She nodded as he walked over. “I don’t know what kind of niggas you hang out with but when you with me, you don’t get to touch doors. Got it?” She said, “yes, Daka.” She walked ahead of him and he opened the doors into the bank.

The manager noticed them walking and walked over. “Ms. Y/L/N, good to see you again, young lady. How is your father doing?” They shook and Y/N stood back. “He’s getting there. Still a long process but he’s a fighter.” The woman nodded, agreeing. “Yes, well he is in my prayers.”

“Thank you. How are the twins by the way? I haven’t seen them since they were about to graduate.”

“Yes, yes. Thanks again for doing their hair. You did so well. Everyone loved it,” the manager gave a huge smile before asking “so, what brings you two in today.” Y/N looked back at N’Jadaka and said: “well, I’m depositing more money into my accounts.” The woman smiled and said, “that’s great and you have the deposit checkbook I gave you right.” Y/N held it up and said: “yes, ma’am.” N’Jadaka and Y/N stood in the long line when N’Jadaka asked “what wrong with ya pops?”

“He had arthritis in his back and knees. Had it for as long as I can remember.”

“Awe damn. I’m sorry, Baby Girl.”

“It’s okay. He a black man, he’s tough as hell.” N’Jadaka nodded and looked straight ahead. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why you do hair in your house again?” She looked back at him as his eyes waited for her answer. “Well, I can’t afford it right now. I’m saving it and I, at least, need like five g’s or more. There is this cute vacant spot in the Crenshaw Plaza by Baskin Robbins that I’ve been looking at. It’s perfect because no one else can afford it but not me. I’m almost there.” N’Jadaka noticed Y/N’s beaming smile when she continued to talk about her place. When she stopped, he said “you have some bomb ass idea. Real shit, you got it, Baby Girl.”

"Thank you, Daka. That really means a lot. I can’t wait to have my own shop. Just not sure what to name it. Maybe something like ‘Naturals’ with for z’s at the end. My mom likes that name.”

“Does have a ring to it. It would catch my eye” he said as the line got shorter: it was now Y/N’s turn. She looked back at him while he looked around like a little kid. She went ahead and deposited her money to get out the way. Once they were done, they pulled into the Target parking lot; N’Jadaka opened her door. They walked in, grabbed a cart and began shopping as she red her shopping list on her phone. “Okay, so I need towels, shampoo, conditioner, more rubber bands, and clips, rubbing alcohol, witch hazel and some other shit.” N’Jadaka trailed behind her as she walked through aisles and all.

“Y/N after we done over here, I need to hit the food section for our movie night.”

“Movie Night? When did we talk about this?”

“Last night, woman. When I told you to keep the leftovers for me.”

She stopped and his chest collided with her back after the unexpected pause. “Daka, you didn’t say anything about dinner AND the movie.” He placed his hands beside hers on the cart pushing it slowly, making her walk again. “Well, we can’t just sit there, staring at each other and eat. That would be weird as hell.” His broad chest was still flushed against hers. The heat that radiated from him must have transferred to her chore. His hands covered hers as they pushed together; she couldn’t help but smile at the moment. All of a sudden, she noticed he was reaching for the items she read off. His finger pointed to one shampoo and he asked: “Which one?”

“The, uh, Pantene. The one with the gold markings on it. Can you get the conditioner too, with the pumps”, she said as he reached for the bottles while she watched. His smooth bicep was flexed under his short sleeve white tee. He placed them in the cart and they kept it pushing. Throughout the beauty aisle, he grabbed for the items when she told him which ones to get. He stayed as close as possible as strangers either awed, looked in confusion or in disgust. Y/N didn’t care for the unwanted attention but she didn’t mind being this to him.

They finally went to the grocery area and he looked over the options. “I’ve been cravings sweets like a muthafucka lately. What you like, Baby Girl”, he asked and she looked up at him. “Well, I like cupcakes and all. But I’m not sure. Do you wanna really ruin your physique?” He chuckled and told her “girl, these muscles ain’t going nowhere trust me” as he moved his pecs against her skin. He grabbed desserts such as brownies, those soft sugar cookies, and cupcakes. “Aight, little one. What you wanna drink? Lead the way”, he announced but his hands still on hers. They pushed the cart to the beverage section and she nodded towards the pineapple juice and Coke.

“Are you tryna drink, drink tonight? ‘Cause those are chasers”, he mentioned and she shrugged in response. “Shit, I’m down if you are but since we in this bougie ass Target they don't liquor in here. So, we can go by the liquor store we met at on our way back.” They grabbed some candy and popcorn, soon finished up and were in the self check out; her eyes stared at the total. “Holy fuck”, she said to herself as she pulled out her debit card but saw N’Jadaka pull out money. “What are you doing”, she asked. “Whatchu mean? It’s on me.”

“No, it’s not. I got it.”

“No, I do.”

“Daka?”

“Baby Girl?”

She stood with her hand on her hips and he folded his arms when an older black woman passed by. “Y’all are so cute. Reminds me of me and my husband.” Y/N giggled and spoke to the woman. “Oh, ma’am we-”

“Thank you, ma’am. My girl always wanna fight though”, he said and Y/N looked at him with a brow up. “She never wants me to pay for anything. I’m just tryna be a good man to my lady, dat’s all.” The lady looked over her glasses to Y/N and said “let him treat cha, baby. There is a lot of young men outchea that don’t even pay attention. Let him handle it”; with that, she walked away. Y/N still stood there when he poked her arm so she can move a little, paying the total and grabbing the bag before walking away. He looked back at her and yelled “you betta bring ya ass or you gotta catch that musty ass Metro”; she followed behind.

They pulled into the parking lot as she looked to him. “You coming in with me or you staying here”, she asked and he looked over handing her $50. “You won’t be long. ima just chill here and wait. Stay outta trouble, young lady. Don’t make me have to kill a nigga”, he lectured her, wagging his finger; she laughed and hopped out. When she entered the store, the sound of the ding sound if it was going out. Y/N placed a hand cart on her arm as she looked up and down the aisles. She thought of making her amazing slushes for tonight since it was hotter more than usual. She switched slightly when she got to the alcohol section, grabbing rum and Jack Daniels. All of a sudden, she felt a strong arm wrap around her shoulders.

“Thought you was staying in the car” she taunted but she felt like something wasn’t right; this arm wasn’t like Daka’s at all. She turned to see a man she never wanted to see again. “What up, doll,” he said with a gapped smile. He had burnt umber skin, brown eyes with braids in a creative pattern across his scalp. He wore a Dodgers baseball jersey wide open to show his toned chest, dark denim jeans, and Vans. She looked around and pushed his arm off, walking the other way. “What you want Rodney”, she said flinging open the freezer door trying to keep him away as she looked closer at the drink section. “You lookin’ good, Y/N. I see you done lost a little weight”, he said as he watched her bend down, grabbing a small bag of ice.

She took a deep breath and looked him up and down as she stood up. “I see ya head got fatter”, she threw at him as she walked down an aisle with him following behind. “I see you still got jokes. How you been”, he asked with hands in pockets. “Fine, now go away”, she said looking at random items to keep her eyes away from him. Rodney was her first boyfriend but what he did was unforgivable. Rodney continued to follow her, watching with a careful eye. “C’mon, girl. You not gonna say you miss me like I miss you.” She rolled her eyes and placed her right hand on her hip turning to him with a stern look. She had to admit he was a handsome son of a bitch but his attitude was the worse.

“Yeah, I know exactly why you miss me”, she mentioned with a rose brow. He chuckled with a step closer and leaned into her face with a smile. “Yeah, and why you think I miss yo cute ass?” She walked her fingers up his chest then pulled his head down. “Because whoever you with now, done fucked up ya shit”, she said before she pushed his head back and walking to the counter. He made his way over and pulled out his money. “I got ya, ma.”

“Too late. Already paid for”, she said grabbing her bag and making her way to the front door to notice N’Jadaka getting out and leaning against the front. She felt Rodney grab her hand and she yanked it looking back at him, disgusted. “Y/N, I do miss you. There I said it.” She looked out to see Daka looking inside with his hands folded in front of him. Rodney followed her glance and instantly felt heated but kept his cool. N’Jadaka watched Rodney through the glass in the same spot. Y/N started to walk and looked back at him, saying “keep missing me.”

She finally walked out and N’Jadaka leaned against her door. “Who was that?” Rodney walked out, hands in pockets and eyes on them as he walked away. Y/N noticed N’Jadaka watching him and made him look at her. “A mistake.” N’Jadaka nodded before opening her door and heard something behind him. “He ain’t got shit on me, ma! Never have! Have never will! And don’t fa get that shit!!!” N’Jadaka noticed her trying to get out but he leaned against the door. “Wassup, cuh?! You talkin’ a lot of shit for yo punk ass to be walking away! Could have said that shit back here! Don’t get fucked up, ol’ bummy ass nigga!!!”

“Daka, can we go,” Y/N asked and N’Jadaka looked back at her. “Say please”, he told her with a smirk. “Can we pleeeeease go”; he sighed and walked over to his side. Soon, he pulled into her driveway and looked at her before getting out and opening her door. “Go ahead in. I’ll bring all the shit in.” Before she could disagree, he looked at her and playful shooed her away. She went to open the door and slid out her sandals. She tossed her hair into a high ponytail, instantly feeling cool. Y/N made her into the kitchen, grabbed a tall glass and poured some iced tea, sipping from the cool glass with closed eyes.

“You not gonna pour me some”, she heard which made her jump. She turned to see N’Jadaka sitting her counter. “Wh-when did you come in here” fell from her lips in a timid voice. “Like a minute ago. You didn’t hear me”, he questioned her with a smirk on his lips. “Of course not, butt munch. You scared the shit outta me”, she explained to him as she grabbed another cup for him. She poured him some as he put the groceries up. She started to think about Rodney and what he had done to her. Humiliation? Torture? Heartbreak? Or all the above? “Baby Girl? Baby Girl?”

She looked up at him as he stopped her from pouring the drink. It had got on the counter, dripping to the ground. He rung out a dish towel to clean up and got another to dry. “You aight? You just spacing out and shit”; his tone, as if he was concerned but she just nodded. “Yeah, I just need a drink,” she said before turning her back to get her blender and plugging it in. “What yo cute ass finna make”, he wondered out loud leaning on his hands, watching her. “I am making some adult icees. A little this and a little that.” She grabbed the ice, alcohol, and chasers. “You seem like a Jack and Coke guy. So I’ll call this one..” She looked to him and back to the blender. “All Hail the King.” He nodded and folded his arms. “That shit is smooth. Teach me how to make it then.”

“Aight. First, we need 3/4 of Jack Daniels then we get a cup of Coca Cola.” She began pouring then grabbed a cup of ice putting it in next. “Now, we just blend”, she announced while looking at him with a smirk. She grabbed two tall mason jars and grabbed the gummies she grabbed at the liquor store with a straw. “This is extra but I like this touch though. Now you can just throw them in or placed them neatly around.” She placed the Coke bottle-shaped gummies neatly for him to see and placed the straw in the middle of both glasses. She poured the drink inside and handed him the glass before sipping hers.

He placed his lips in the straw as Y/N watched. Once he tasted the drink, he smacked his lips to inquire about the taste. He side-eyed her round face and looked straight ahead. “It’s aight,” he said before sipping the drink again. He looked at Y/N pouted lips and said “I’m fucking with you. It’s fire as fuck. You know what would be good?”

“What?”

“Jack and Coke floats. Now, that shit would be A1 for real for real.”

She agreed and placed her drink down. “Lemme get these leftovers out so I can warm this chicken up.” She grabbed the huge bag of food from the fridge. Sheila had packed a ton of food for them which was like a family dinner for the holidays. Containers were filled with mac and cheese, potato salad, fried chicken, greens and cornbread; her mouth was almost drooling. Y/N pulled out a baking dish and sprayed with cooking oil, place the chicken on top then setting it in the oven; N’Jadaka watched her in confusion. “Why not put it in the microwave?”

“Because if you put fried chicken the microwave, it’ll get all nasty and soggy but when you put in the oven, it gets all nice and crispy. You can thank me later”, she said standing up. She was getting self-conscious as it got hotter and decided to do the best. “I’m about to hop in the shower. The guest bathroom is down the hall on your left and feel free to anything. I’ll be back out in like ten minutes.”

“Bet” and with that, she walked to her bedroom’s bathroom to bathe. She slipped out her previous dress (along with underwear) and threw them in the basket before stepping into the warm water. She asked Alexa to play her mellow playlist and Yuna started to play. Y/N began exfoliating out of habit and bathed in her Shea Moisture Black Soap. Before she stepped out, she rubbed her body in baby oil. She stepped out to get dressed when she peeked her head through the door to check on Daka; he sat on the couch with his arms resting on the back of it. After closing the door back, she looked for a pair of boy shorts and her old hockey jersey her dad gave her back in high school. It was loose on her since her weight loss even though she still had a pouch and some fluffiness.

She slipped it on and put her locs in a neat bun on top of her head before walking out to the kitchen, checking the chicken. “How was your shower”, N’Jadaka asked walking to the island. “It was great. Looks like chicken is ready. You want everything, Daka”, she asked as she got an oven and pulled the tray out. “Yeah, I want everything”. She noticed his voice was deeper and sinful to her ears. Maybe it was just the alcohol, she thought. She turned to him and he was just watching her, sipping the rest of his drink. Soon, she was done warming up the food that needed to be and put their plates together. “So, what you wanna watch? I got Hulu and Netflix.”

“Nah, they just got the same shit. I noticed you got a nice DVD collection over in the corner.” They sat next to one another on the couch and she sipped from her cup as he watched; she noticed. “You okay”, she asked and he pouted, playfully, towards her drink. “Do you want me to make you another one?” He nodded as she giggled and got up. Once she was done with making the drink, she walked over with blender in hand and noticed something. “Daka?” No answer. “Daka? I know yo butt can hear me.”

“Wassup, baby girl.” He was in the corner looking at the DVDs again. “Daka, where is my drink?” He shrugged as she placed the blender down and turned him around; he was sipping the drink with one hand looking at her. “Daka?! That was minnnnneeeeee”, she pouted and folded her arms. He used his opposite hand to place on her back bringing her chest to chest. “Me sorry. It’s just so damn good. I couldn't help myself. Do you forgive me”, he asked but she still pouted with her brows pushed in. He kissed her forehead softly then both her cheeks. “Forgive me”, he asked again and she said “fine. Better be glad I made enough for both of us.” She walked over to the couch to pour the drinks as N’Jadaka grabbed a few DVDs.

“Chose something, yet?” He placed the disc in and Y/N smiled at the intro music.

You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it You can do it put your back into it I can do it put your ass into it Put your back into it Put your ass into it.

He bopped his shoulders, dancing side to side. She smiled shaking her head and slipping into the kitchen to rinse out the blender. All of a sudden, she felt him dancing against her back, pelvic thrusting her behind. She pushed her backside up against him that made him step back but he wrapped his arms around her waist as they went back to the couch. An hour or so into the movie, they were finished with their food and watching comfortable silence. “Ebony is one trifling bitch. Like she cute but she ain’t got shit on Diamond”, Y/N said and he agreed. “Don’t fa get about her nigga though. Grimy ass nigga. Like he could have fucked anyone else but her fuckin’ family. Nah that’s that bull shit I can’t fuck with.”

“So, you never would cheat?”

“Never have. Never will.”

“So, lets say if we were together and Kesha had to stay here, you wouldn’t try and fuck her?”

“Who dat?” She looked at him and said “the girl I was with when we first met.” He laughed out loud and wiped his fake tear. “Nah, Baby Girl. She ain’t my type.”

“Then what is your type?”; no answer. Y/N was leaning on her arm with her legs resting on the couch as he sat in his original position. He looked over at his hand and noticed it was close to her but he left it be. Then, the best part came on; the dressing room fight scene and N’Jadaka & Y/N sat closer but still apart. He hissed as Diamond landed the last punch. “Got that bitch good as fuck. Pretty and can hold it down”, he added with a single clap. The movie ended and they decided to make it an Ice Cube movie night. Next up was Friday and they sat closer but still in the same poses. “Aye, baby girl? Is it okay if I smoke in here?” She gave him the okay and he started rolling. His part was about to come in a few minutes when he looked over at her with hooded eyes. “Do you smoke”?

“Never had.”

Right when the part came on, she heard the TV along with an echo and N’Jadaka passing her a blunt. “I know you don't smoke weed, I know this, but I'm gonna get you high today, 'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do.” She looked at him and took the blunt gently from his fingers. She sucked in then held it in her system like he told her to do. She held it in so it could get in her lungs and blew it throw her nose; impressing him. “Good. Good job, rookie.” Hours later and now watching Next Friday, they sat there talking and laughing; all the snacks and desserts he bought earlier with Jack and Coke floats made were on the table in front of them. Y/N’s favorite part came on and she giggled as she pretended along with the character. “Mister Nasty Time”, she giggled and heard N’Jadaka reciting the uncle’s part as well.

N’Jadaka’s came on and he looked to Y/N who still looked at the screen. The part was about to play when N’Jadaka grabs her arm as they stood. Getting in character and he held his finger gun to her temple making her snickering with her hands up.

“Little mothafucka trying to rob me. I'mma show you how I do 'em.”

“I ain’t tryna rob you...”

They kept this going until the fight scene and he tackled her onto the couch, making her giggling and surrender. Before you know it, they had smoked another blunt and the Jack was all gone. They were sitting just like before but knee to knee and his hand caressing her arm. Y/N can feel N’Jadaka’s arm pulling her in around her shoulder His other callused hand fell onto his lap. That’s when she heard it from his lips. “Put your leg on me so you can be more comfortable. Looks like your leg gonna fall asleep”; she did so and he was right. He wrapped his arm around her neck and she placed her head on top of his chest. As he rubbed her shoulder through her top, his fingertips made circles against her calf and up her knee, finally to her thigh. He kissed her forehead and she looked up to his eyes. They looked at each other with a grin, his fingers caressed her lips, lips inching closer to hers until...

“Girl, I can’t believe this shit” they heard from the door and looked up, heads turned to the direction. It was Kesha who used her copy of the key, walking in unannounced. She was wearing a yellow tube top, bamboos and her box braids were in a low ponytail. She wore jean shorts with sandals and a grey flannel around her waist. She turned to see the couple on the couch and her eyes went to her best friend’s face. “My bad, best friend. I didn't know we had company.” N’Jadaka set back looking at her as Y/N said “we don’t. I do. Shay, yo ass don’t live here.”

“Then, why I got a key then?”

“In case of emergencies”, she said as she leaned back. Shay rolled her eyes and sat in the armchair on Y/N’s other side. “So, what y’all doing up in here?”

“Shay, what are you doing up in here”, Y/N asked making Daka chuckle looking at the screen. “Never mind since you look all booed up shit. That can wait”, Shay told her as she folded her arms watching the screen. Y/N looked at him and said: “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long, Baby Girl. Ima keep ya seat warm.”

She got up and looked at her best friend, nodding to her bedroom door. When they got in, Shay looked at Y/N leaning against the door with low eyes. “Best friend, are you high?”

“What’s wrong, Shay?”

“I asked you first.”

“Bitch, don’t kill my vibe. Bitch, don’t kill my vibe”, Y/N sung then laughed and held her friend in place. “I’m kidding, geez. Aight, tell me wassup.” Shay sat on Y/N’s bed and rubbed her temples. “A bitch almost got jumped.” Y/N was still high but wanted to go off. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand vibe killed.” She sat next to Shay and leaned behind her with her arms. “By who?”

“Girl, that is a wholeee story, sis. So, I was at Ricky’s house and we getting it in. I mean, like, my knee caps are to my ear and he digging in my shit. Right when we about to set it off, he stops and runs in they bathroom. I’m laying there like ‘what the fuck’ then I hear a slam and shuffling outside the door. Sandra in that bitch, rolling deeper that muthafucka. Looking like she brought the whole family. It was like a quinceanera in that bitch. I had to lock the bedroom door and hurry up and get dressing. I dead ass was finna hop out the window until I looked and there's more of them. I’m like ‘ell nah’ so I’m thinking fast. I peek through the keyhole to see they was going in they kitchen so I ran into the other bathroom. Right across the way. I see a bar of soap on the sink and hear the El Chapo Clan bust into the bedroom and Sandra was like ‘where that black bitch at, Ricky!?’ Then, I threw the soup at the kitchen window. I hear everyone running in and I made a run for it through the window and gunned it.”

She looked at Y/N when didn’t hear a reaction; her arm was under her chin with a smirk on her face. “You should have known. This the same nigga that was fuckin’ bitches left and right gettin’ them pregnant and shit. Ricky ain’t good for not a damn thing and yo ass fall for it.” Shay leaned on her friend’s shoulder with a pout. “Can I stay in the extra bedroom? They might be looking for my ass.”

“Sure. Ya clothes are still in there, too. You need a good bath and some sleep”, she hugged her best friend and kissed her cheek. “Now, lemme go finish watching this movie with my guest.” They left the room and Shay said “goodnight, y’all. Take care of my girl, brotha man.”

“She in good hands”, he said over his shoulder. He had another blunt in his hand half gone when Y/N sat back down. “Everything okay”, he asked her as she got back in the pose she was in before. “Yeah, just drama as usual. You good?” He passed her the blunt and nodded; she took a hit and passed back to him. “Nah, that’s all yours, Baby Girl.” She kissed his cheek and took another hit. “Friday After Next?”

“Sure is.” They sat there eating all the snacks and laughing at the movie, reciting lines and all.

The next morning, Y/N had her back against the arm of the couch with her head resting on the back. She opened her eyes to the mess on the table and the screen now black. Her leg was wrapped around something as her hand rested in other that felt like soften wool. When she looked down, she saw a sleeping N’Jadaka. His head was on her chest, both arms wrapped her waist and long legs rested on the other armest. Her eyes were still half open and she noticed her hand was massaging his scalp the entire time their bodies intertwined together. She grinned and closed her eyes again before she heard him stop snoring. “You up, baby girl”, he asked in a raspy voice with still shut eyes and she answered “kinda”, eyes closed as well. He asked “breakfast?”

“Denny’s or iHop?”

“Nah, Roscoe’s.” Y/N moved a little still with eyes shut and said “okay, just give me a few more....”; they had drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake back up until three hours later.

And. I. OOp. Things are getting a little more interesting...ooooooo. So, I wanted to do a little more cute N’Jadaka with some angst but the next chapter is going to be too cute to handle. Also, I am doing three parts (five chapters each) so the next chapter will be the final for this part :(. But do not worry because I am making a separate master for this so be on the look out. I’m gonna got to working on the new ish and paint. Okay. Baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii.

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