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livstarlight · 1 year

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Modern AU-no powers-just everyone being regular people type of shit, and it’s christmas because I said so and because everything is more fun at christmas:

Namor (like I said before) is N'Jadaka's best friend, they get along like an hamster on a wheel (except the wheel is on fire, and the hamster is on the highway) ANYWAY they have been best friends for ages but Namor has never actually met Erik's family, if not his father once when he was alive, and Erik always talks shit about the rest of them, especially his insufferably perfect cousin T'Challa and his annoying younger cousin Shuri, and usually Namor tends to believe him because he is... you know, his best friend, and you are supposed to believe and support your friends when they tell you something and because okay they do sound like excessively good to the point of boring people

Except that one day during the holidays Erik asks Namor to come pick him up by his uncle's house and he ends up actually meeting the infamous family, but especially Shuri and okay, when Erik said young, Namor was expecting a child, not a 22 years old beautiful woman with eyes so sharp they could cut him. And there is nothing annoying about her, she is spirited... alright he is probably gone, down so bad and so fast he's already trying to come up with a plausible excuse to see her again soon. 13 years of difference is not that much right? Right? He doesn’t care, he is too whipped to care.

(If in his mind he's already trying to decipher which color should he have to mix to get the perfect shade to paint her eyes that's between him and his canvas... and possibly his roommate Attuma and his cousin Namora who unfortunately share the apartment with him and have to endure him raving about this girl 24/7 day and night for the foreseeable future) [Pray for them]

No matter she seems to have the most overprotective family around her that could rival with the Great Wall of China, or that N'Jadaka would tease him mercilessly if he knew how down bad he was for his cousin (he doesn’t hold that much love for her anyway, so if it ended bad nothing would happen between them, but Namor won’t, absolutely won’t let that happen, she is too special to lose)

She's apparently also a genius and a know it all who wouldn’t hesitate to shut him down faster than the time it would get him to say hi? Fine by him. She can dissect him to pieces with that wonder of a brain she has for all he cares.

Shuri on her part has already heard about him, and decided to despise him by principle because he's her devil-spawn-cousin's best friend so he must be awful too and who the hell decides to call himself Namor if not a deranged egomaniac person.

Except she doesn’t expect him to look like that or have that voice, or to sound way more deeper than she gave him credit for... and alright, he is intense, and stubborn to-the-point-of-idiocy when he wants to. But he can actually make a lot of sense about a lot of things, and they do have a lot in common, and he challenges her, doesn’t let her win easily, she wants to know more about him oh no he is not that bad at all what now

#thank you for staying with me with this deranged rollercoaster of a musing #I'll be here whole week #obsessing like a maniac over a ship #and creating fake scenarios about them that satisfy no one but me #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #namor #shuri #n'jadaka #erik killmonger #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #fanfic aus #namuri christmas au

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essaysbyciara · 2 years

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Red Light Special ['Layton Road' bka Fireworks Part VI] | Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader

FIREWORKS | BIRTHDAY CANDLES | STEAM | NEON SIGNS | GREEN LIGHT

Warnings: Language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts), a brief mention of gun violence.

We're back with part six! Six of seven. Yep, the penultimate chapter of Fireworks. I appreciate everyone that follows this story. This started as a one-shot but morphed into a full-blown fiction. That always happens, I think lol Likes, shares, comments, DMs are all appreciated. Peace.

It’s only a ten minute drive from The Luxe to Erik’s crib. You clock what’s protruding from beneath your black dress to the frigid cold air creeping through the sunroof, not the wicked points of arousal coursing through your veins as you watch Erik navigate his whip down a meager six blocks. You didn’t think there would be much time for a serenade but as Mint Condition’s epic epos “So Fine” starts to play, you begin to fantasize about what you’re about to get into: Erik.

He parks his old school, East Coast kingpin Acura Integra in front of his house because no one in the neighborhood would dare pilfer his spot. You wait for Erik’s gentlemanly tenor to sing and it sounds heavenly as he opens the passenger’s side door. You adjust your dress hoping not to show his next door neighbors your goodies. Those were soon Erik’s to see anyway.

“Let’s get you inside. It’s cold as fuck out here.” Erik skillfully guides you and your heels up the front steps to his door. You could feel the heat from behind it. Not sure whether to charge it to his furnace or the lust, you wonder what you’re about to walk your into for the night. Despite you being here, potentially sexing Erik wasn’t the plan. It was to leave The Luxe, a place with a reputation for some sinister shit when the club let out. Though you were told not to worry, the way those dudes across the way stared at you all gave you the creeps. That wasn’t just a stare of jealousy. It was the look of somebody willing to annex the envy and get to the money.

You were scared money so it was time to get out and Erik gave you a ticket.

For some reason, Erik’s crib gives off a wild scent of sensuality. The black furniture, standard-fare in most bachelor pads, now resembles that park bench you both dreamed to hitch your rides onto. You’ve been inside of his place before: the night he asked you to come through on the pretense of what is very sure about to happen tonight but instead you fell asleep on his couch. You woke up the next morning to Erik walking down his steps after you sent a text to let him know you were up with the birds. He was dressed in his work clothes sans shirt, the tattoos darting up and around his bulging biceps. Fine art, for real. He sent you the money to buy the groceries to make breakfast for you two before he went off to work. The sun started to creep through the blinds, creating a path of light to what felt like you two’s future together.

Right now, there’s red lights coming from everywhere. The special ones TLC talked about. That's the lust in the air. Somebody is getting what’s due tonight. With consent, of course.

“Here.” Kill hands you a cold glass of water before you could even ask. “My bad…” Erik looks around at errant work shirts laying on his coffee table and an empty take out container on the kitchenette. “Let me clean up real quick.”

“You’re all good. You weren’t expecting company. I get it.”

Erik wasn’t expecting much from you at all. Especially after what happened at Jet’s. He wrote you down as a loss, a woman that got out of the way because he couldn’t man up about his feelings. Knowing he loved to know more about you, he invited you out to Care Park for his crew’s barbecue. With his first look at you beyond the Instagram filters, he knew of you to be fearless when you came out to the vaunted Care Park. Nevermind that you were shaking in your Nikes from the time he messaged you to come through. Sadness followed you once you didn’t get a chance to talk to him but Erik would later change that. After apologies and an inquiry about some quiet time alone, he came to pick you up for an after-barbecue treat.

You met his grandmother within hours of giving him a second chance and received a few plates of peach cobbler to take home. One failed attempt at consummating your situation and a fronting-in-front-of-his-boys that hurt like hell at Jet’s, you were out of grace for Erik’s lack of forwardness when it came to you. But then you found a drop of forgiveness in a need that desperately needed to be met and a desire to know how he truly felt about you. That night at Archie’s didn't feel right.

“I appreciate the grace but I don’t want you to think I’m a slob or some shit like that.”

You meet Erik’s comment with a wry smile. “I saw the backseat of your car. That said enough.”

“Oh word…” Erik tosses his work shirts over the banister and hastily walks towards you. More like a slither and pounce, maybe. His hands find the skin peeking out the sides of your dress for a mean tickling session. You try to slide to the other end of the couch but Erik pulls you by your waist back to him with little effort. “Don’t be talkin’ shit and running away. Get over here…”

“Erik… Erikkkkk!” You calling his name, even in a fit of growing laughter, sets Kill ablaze. You called him by his real name, not the nickname the streets gave him because he had a penchant to “put niggas to eternal rest.” Metaphorically, of course. Kill didn’t want that name but his reputation preceded himself. He was a beast on the football field, playing safety for the West Care Park Golden Jaguars, until a gnarly knee injury ended his career. With time on his hands and cousins like King ripping and running the streets, it took no time for Kill to get acclimated to his new game.

People feared Kill. A deep fear, like-crossing the-street-when-they-would-see him fear. Though it made no sense to anyone around him since Kill never sent anyone to an early grave, he took a subtle acclimation to being not-the-one-to-fuck-with. He mostly acted as enforcement, his size and menacing snarl could make anyone second-guess what they were about to do. As he played that game, he went to trade school, became an electrician and then started teaching to make extra money. His cousins would claim that he needed them because his success made him a target. Just having a reputation of a bad guy was enough to keep all hate at bay.

Love was a different story. Kill was a prize to be won by all available women from 43rd. Even the rival women from the 40th wanted a piece of the action. With that face, physique and professional accomplishment, Erik was the top pick on every woman’s draft. But love eluded him like a well-blocked pass rush. Work tired him out and dating apps were even more tiresome. He also wasn’t the type for random trysts even though he had – and used – his old reliables when shit got really tough. But the reliables wanted relationships and Kill didn’t. So he played the single card so no one would get hurt.

Then he met you. Now he was ready to cash out.

Erik’s lips found the nape of your neck with subtle pecks under your chin tracing up to your lips. A playful tug of his beard guides his lips to yours. You can’t help but giggle between breaths at the ways your glasses tap his own as your tongues dip and twist. Erik’s left hand skates down to the high-slit in your dress only to find that you didn’t have on what his hand went down there to take off.

“Oh word?”

You nod your confirmation. You hike up your dress all on your own.

As Erik pulls open the right drawer on his coffee table, you notice King’s name pop off on Erik’s phone. As Erik shows off his ambidextrous acumen, getting you right all the while getting himself ready, you see King’s name again. The incessant vibrations are blowing his concentration and the closeness to your peak. Kill wanted to hear you say his name in all the ways he’s been dreaming and the steady vibrations of his phone were not set to be a part of that noise.

“Hey, Kill …. Erik …” You pull your bottom-half from Kill’s lips with reluctance. You notice a flurry of texts arriving on Erik’s phone. “Babe, something’s wrong…”

“I promise you shit is good. They wondering where I am, probably. I swear that nigga can’t function without me. It’s cool.”

You pull even more away from Kill. Your back touches the backside of the arm rest. “Ain’t nobody calling you this late for things to be okay.”

“Yo, you good?” Kill caresses your right leg. The calluses from his hard days work feel so good against your skin.

“Something didn’t feel right at the club. That’s why I wanted to leave.”

“Them fake-tough niggas weirded you out? They ain’t about that.” Kill’s phone vibrates again. “Come here…” You get up and walk over to Kill. You pull down your dress from your hips, grab his phone and hand it to him. “I ain’t sitting on nothing until you answer your damn phone.”

Kill heeds your request only to hear that King’s been shot.

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#erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #fireworks is about my ig crush #layton road: a kill x reader series

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spacemancharisma · 3 months

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so marvels “what if” is obviously mid at best overall but it is very fun to watch while high if you were a superhero nerd as a kid, except for the episode with tony stark and killmonger, which is 20 minutes of some of the most bonkers and unnecessary propaganda and racism i’ve ever seen

#literally what was happening there #why was it happening #also killmonger as usual was right about everything #except for the whole grab for power thing #but his principles are true #personal #mcu

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merevide · 1 year

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people who wanted (and still want) killmonger to somehow return and be black panther instead of just accepting the possibly and fact that it was going to be shuri were so goofy i’m sorry

#like did y’all not watch. the first movie.#he’s an interesting and well written villain but there’s no way they’d let him lead after that and rightfully so #like what made him a villain wasn’t even just the fact that he killed t’challa #the fact that he was consumed with vengeance overrides all the good points that he made #also he ruled wakanda like a dictator and thought about constant world domination #plus why would he come back from the dead. he chose to die in his final moments instead of spending the rest of his life in jail #and even in the ancestral plane he still hadn’t changed even goading on shuri for vengeance and bloodshed (which is what she was feeling in #the moment. but killmonger was a shadow of way she could become and served as a way in her character development)#but yeah tldr shuri deserves the mantle and she’s gonna keep the mantle until further notice stop bringing up how killmonger would be better #because that is a lie #black panther #wakanda forever #erik killmonger #n’jadaka #shuri #shuri udaku #micheal jordan #letitia wright

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ofbreathandflame · 11 months

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I have opinions on the Poppy, Kieran, and Casteel dynamic from the From Blood and Ash series. I've seen the discussions about it, granted I haven't finished the series as I DNF'd a quarter into the third book. The point is less about the subject of the Joining as a plot point (i.e. I don't quite care about the craft of the joining or how well executed it was), and more about the racial tensions at work. Let's call it the Kenji Kishimoto effect. Or the Tenet effect. The moment these types of characters step outside the designated template, problems begin to arise.

Tawny and Kieran being named "brown and black, respectively" wasn't enough for people to dislike the book. Both of them are servants to our main characters (and I think Kieran is magically bound to Casteel, I think? I haven't read these books in years tho). But Kieran's elevation from black best friend to love interest did. Again, I think the problem lies less in the craft of these stories, and more in the raciality of it all. The way people become unconsciously uncomfortable with unambiguous black/brown people operating in those types of spaces. Hence why I bring up Kenji Kishimoto, Tenet; it extends to other pieces of media too: Bonnie from TVD, Poe/Finn/Rose from SW. Either these characters are beloved because people unconsciously (or knowingly) that they will never operate outside of the comfortable, accessible person of color. Or they're hated because they might.

#discussion: from blood and ash #kieran contou #when i get back from my responsiblities i shall elaborate more #but ive seen some interesting discussions online about it #and i think there's a bigger issue here.#like i think its an issue that gets back to the main audience for these books #poppy balfour #it’s also the ability to find depth in white characters even if they have a fraction of the personality #hence my mention of tenet and the fandomization of the twilight guy of Washington’s character.#or the fandomization of loki v Killmonger

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