#blackpanther x reader

[b1u3s]

the ‘shut up' kiss

! BLACK PANTHER FOREVER SPOILERS !

the ‘shut up’ kiss - when a character kisses another while they are ranting, typically when they want to shut them up or are in complete awe of the character speaking that they cannot wait any longer to kiss them. 

pairing: shuri x wakandan!designer!reader

summary: the reader was nervous about her latest design she had done for the queen’s 'fuck you france’ dress, she asks her girlfriend to check if there was anything she could change.

writer’s note: ya’ll this is my first piece of writing on here so don’t judge me. i  saw such a lack in shuri x readers and honestly i just decided to write my own cus i was not having it (IT WAS GIVING VERY MUCH ANTI-BLACK). i’m usually a reader on here so i dont even know how the writing side of this website works. sorry if this makes no sense at all. PLUS i don’t even write about or for marvel.

“Shuri I need you to be ONE HUNDRED percent honest with me, okay, I cannot afford to fuck up this dress. it’s so important to your mother.” Y/n hastily said as she dragged her girlfriend by the hand to her design room. Shuri smiled and laughed as she let herself be led by someone so much shorter than her.

“Dont worry, I’m sure it’ll be great, you’re the most talented person I know,” she complimented Y/n with a fond smile on her face as they stood face to face in front of the door, “plus it’ll be fine, the worst thing my mother would say is that it’s horrendous and that you should end your career now,” she joked and Y/n widened her eyes, “other than that, it’ll be fine!”

“Shuri I love you but right now I will not hesitate to cheat on you with one of these mannequins.” Y/n playfully threatened while she opened the door and led a chuckling Shuri into her colourful design room. Each wall was covered from head to toe in pieces of different fabrics and patterns, some fabrics were kitenges that were carefully and beautifully handcrafted by some of Wakanda's most talented artists. On the wall facing the door, wall-length mirrors invited warm golden rays of light the sun had gifted this country into the room. Mannequins of different shapes and sizes with pins and needles in them were all around the room, some were adorned in dresses with the finest silks and colours, and some were bare, waiting to be tested and experimented on.

"You could never cheat on me, I’m too pretty.” Shuri countered.

“Until you speak.” Y/n smiled lovingly at her and Shuri rolled her eyes at her before letting her eyes wander through the beauty of this room. She could never get over how Y/n always managed to make every room she entered look even more beautiful than it already was. This room would never be able to look as great as it did if there was never some pretty girl working away in here, always dressed in long, flowy dresses, with her bottom lip in between her teeth while she drew on her next design, an automatic masterpiece. 

After Shuri took in the full room, her eyes finally came across the dress.

Her mother’s dress.

The dress that Y/n had been stressing about designing for weeks, wondering if it looked like crap or if it was going to be to her mother’s liking.

Shuri’s breath was blown away as she took in the dress on the mannequin. it was a dark blue/purple, a colour that never failed to accentuate her mother’s unmatched beauty, with gold accents and geometrical patterns flowing down the dress. it had a jewel-type neckline that was gold and she even managed to create a matching hat that her mother was bound to love. this look was fit for a queen, especially a queen that was looking to send a message about her country.

Y/n took Shuri’s silence as a bad thing and widened her eyes, “ So what do you think? I know it’s a little messy right now, but this is only a draft and I wasn’t sure if your mother wanted this colour. She sort of told me to do me so I kind of went wild and- oh my Lord I think I might lose my job if she hates this. this seems like a dress fit for a queen that wants to scold other nations for trying to steal from us right? Or am I underestimating the level of import-” Y/n’s fast rant was cut off by Shuri taking large strides towards her and giving her the most rewarding kiss she’s ever experienced. She was taken aback at first but eased into it, enjoying the peace being in Shuri’s arms gave her.

When they pulled apart Shuri smiled at her in awe and adoration, Y/n was truly one of the most talented women she knew, "It looks amazing, Y/n. my mother will shine in it like she always does in your designs. I can’t believe you were able to do this all by yourself.” Shuri truthfully reassured her.

Y/n smiled at the praise Shuri had given her. It meant a lot coming from her, the most brilliant woman she knew. “Really?” Shuri nodded with a smile while looking down at her, probably with hearts in her eyes, “thank you, I was so stressed about this and Okoye wasn’t helping much either she said it looked wild, but she really cannot be talking with her Fenty shade 440 that doesn't even match her head!” Shuri let out a laugh at Y/n’s joke and nodded.

“That’s her way of saying that it looks good,” She explained as Y/n smiled, letting her hands rest around Shuri’s shoulders and play with her short curly hair that she loved so, so much.

“Thank you by the way, for letting me drag you out of your lab to see some silly dress. I know you have a lot of things on your mind.” Y/n truly was thankful to Shuri, so much has happened to her, with her brother passing and her not being able to properly grieve. Y/n still isn’t able to comprehend how Shuri still finds the time to help, love and support her.

“No, thank you. for being the only person who is truly able to make me laugh like I used to.” Shuri wasn’t lying, she hasn’t properly smiled in a few months and Y/n was able to help her smile in less than five minutes. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the couple before Okoye started knocking on the door, yelling Y/n’s name repeatedly. the two widen their eyes and burst into giggles.

“YES!” Y/n calls out, suppressing a few laughs.

“Y/N I KNOW YOU’RE GOOD AT MAKEUP AND SUCH SO I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD TELL ME IF MY FOUNDATION SHADE WAS OKAY!” Shuri widened her eyes at Okoye's words and broke down with laughter.

“YEAH I’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU!” Y/n yelled back, trying to control her giggles.

The two silently laughed together for a few seconds, savouring the happiness and light they gave each other in a time of eternal darkness.

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#shuri x reader #blackpanther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri #t'challa #black panther x reader #marvel #wakanda #yall the movie was so good omg #shes so fine #gxg #imagine #marvel x reader #idk

[blackhottie25]

Letitia Wright got hella sex appeal it’s insaneeeeeeeee. Like she even got some of my straight friends questioning their sexuality🥴the power she holds chile

#shuri #letitia wright #blackpanther #shuri x reader #letitia Wright x reader #WLW #black sapphic

[seraphimcollections]

stars aligned // Namor/deaf!reader

chapter 3

Warnings: no warnings in this one

Synopsis: Namor and Namora share an interesting conversation while Thulile gets slightly more comfortable in her captivity.

Word count: 1k 

Additional notes: as a holiday gift to everyone, I decided to post one more chapter for today! I’ll be taking the next few days off for the holiday but I’ll be posting soon! Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!!

Yucatec Maya:

In ajawo’ - my king

ka’a suku’un - cousin

le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti' - the tides of fate will shift for the Kukulkan when the one who defies the siren’s call stands before him

In disculpas - my apologies

ch.1. ch.2. 

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Namor stepped into his private sanctum. Almost every wall was adorned with hand painted murals of his own creations. Namor stepped around his table with different paints and parchments covered in every kind of swatch of various colors. His dark eyes cast down to his wrist, seeing the dark beads he’d picked off his prisoner. His very fascinating prisoner, for a land-dweller. 

“How did she write it…Thulile, that was it,” Namor grumbled to himself. 

Of course he couldn’t forget such a name, it was like something he never had and yet it had his full attention. A fact equally attributed to its holder. Namor would be a fool to ignore that his prisoner was easy on the eyes with a fiery stubbornness to match. But that’s all these were, observations. Nothing more. 

Namor picked up his palette and brush, returning to his latest unfinished mural. However the ancient king wouldn’t be allowed to sink into his focus when one of his prized generals stepped into the hut, announcing her arrival. 

“In ajawo’,” Namora held her hands open in their custom, “may I approach?” 

Namor held a smile, never taking his eyes away from the mural, before nodding, “of course, general. What do you need from me?” 

“We should discuss the prisoner,” Namora said. 

“What of it?” Namor said, pretending to be disinterested. 

“You could not of seen it, in ajawo’,” Namora watched her king carefully, “it is exactly how the prophecy said.” 

The brush in Namor’s gentle hand stopped centimeters from the stone before he placed it back on the palette with a sigh. 

“Not with this again, ka’a suku’un,” Namor placed the palette on the table, “that prophecy was a silly bedtime story, you know this.” 

“How could you say that? Fen saw it for herself, spoke of it on her deathbed,” Namora argued. “le mareas le destino cambiarán ti' le Kukulkan ka le ku desafía u k'aay sirena ku pare tu taan leti'.”

“Yes, I know it just as well,” Namor waved dismissively. 

“Then you see it the same as I do, my king,” Namora placed her hand on the table. “You are not blind, and neither was Fen.” 

Namor smiled cynically, “yes, I can not deny my mother’s dying words, but that still doesn’t change the danger in such fantastical words. The tides will change, that could very well spell the end of Talokanil as we know it. No, I will not risk our people and our home over a silly fairytale.” 

Namora frowned before standing straight once more, “well, I will honor that.” 

“I wish to honor that I do not want to speak of this again,” Namor said, removing the kimoyo beads from his wrist, “prepare a small militia, it’s time to move out.” 

Namora watched as Namor walked past her to exit the hut, “may I ask where we are headed.” 

“Wakanda,” Namor smirked. 

-> 

Back in her cell, Thulile was turning it nearly upside down. She looked in every nook and cranny, looking for a weak point or something to tinker together. After her tireless search, Thulile let out a frustrated wail, throwing her hands up. There was absolutely nothing to be found besides the swinging hammock. 

Next Thulile tried the bars. She tried everything, squeezing between them, prying them open and picking the lock with a small bobby pin that somehow wasn’t washed away. Nothing worked. Thulile let out another wail as she banged against the bars, letting her hang in defeat. Thulile tried her best to calm her breathing but the panic wasn’t going away. Thousands of thoughts shot through her mind.

‘So there’s been a secret civilization of blue people at the bottom of the ocean for gods know how long with a king with pointy ears and feathers for feet. What’s tough to understand?’ Thulile thought. 

Too lost in her thoughts, Thulile didn’t realize a woman approached her cell. The masked blue woman looked at Thulile with an amused smile before gently tapping on her hand. Thulile jumped back, throwing her hands up in defense only to see the young servant standing there. The servant giggled at Thulile’s reaction. Thulile looked over the woman, sensing her softer demeanor. 

“You are Thulile, yes?” the woman said kindly. 

Thulile squinted, reading the woman’s lips before nodding. 

“My english is rocky, in disculpas,”the woman gestured to a woven basket she held in her hands, “I’ve been asked to give you these.” 

Thulile watched as the woman placed the basket in front of the bars before stepping back. Thulile looked at the woman again before approaching the basket like an animal scouting out the danger. Thulile pulled the clothes out of the basket and brought them to her chest. Thulile blinked in confusion as the woman opened the palms of her hands, one of the other, and bowed her head. 

“May a KuKulkan bless you, prophesied one,” the woman said. 

The woman smiled and walked away. Thulile, successfully confused, tried to wave the woman down to no avail. Thulile sighed while unfolding the metaphorical olive branch. Thulile blinked in shock seeing it fold out into a dress of intricate details. It was beautifully made, woven in shells and seaglass into beautiful archaic patterns reminiscent of the Maya.  Thulile looked around in disbelief, feeling there had been some sort of mistake. 

‘Is this how they dress all of their prisoners?’ Thulile thought. 

Nevertheless, she needed to get out of her soaked clothes. Taking another gaze around to make sure there weren’t any prying eyes, Thulile began to undress down to her undergarments. Thulile couldn’t help the shiver that cast over her body giving way to gooseflesh. Quickly Thulile threw on the dress, grateful for its long sleeves and how it dropped down to her ankles. Thulile twisted around, nodding at the craftsmanship. 

Thulile twisted her locs hair up into a messy bun as her mind replayed the servant’s strange words. She spoke of a prophecy, more than that, that she herself was prophesied. Thulile felt her mind become dizzy before collapsing back on the hammock. 

‘Madder and madder it gets…Bast, make sense of this mess.’ 

#namor #namorxreader #namor x reader #fanfic #wakandaforever #blackpanther #marvel #deafreader #shuri #nakia #namora #attuma #talokan

[mrsaguapapi]

Millaenyia Parker

The Vibe:

Sia-Soon We'll Be Found (Slowed By Beasty Music)

Something has been calling me for days. First, it came as an echo in a dream, an afterthought really.

I was walking along a beach of white sand and clear blue water. The lush vegetation around me had such a vibrant green, that if I unfocused my eyes ever so slightly, I'd see nothing but emeralds and jades through the haze. I could feel the grains of sand move between my toes with each step. The sea spray hits me with the ever-passing gust of wind, cooling off my dark skin from the abrasive sun.

The smell in the air was fresh from the ocean, with sweet undertones woven in between. As I keep walking along the beach I hone in on the sounds of the waves and the water hitting the shore, not realizing I was approaching what seems to be an entrance. I take my final steps and stand in front of this opening in the earth.

Looking closer I see that this was an entrance to a cave submerged underwater; one more step and I could sink. Crouching down to my hands and knees, I hold my head closer to the pool of water in front of me trying to see what I can of the cave. I mostly see nothing but water and rock; I notice a shine of light coming from straight ahead in the water but I can't see much from outside.

Maybe...

"Girl you are not Jacques Gusteau don't even think about getting your ass in that water."

You right.

I get up, brush myself off and turn around to continue my walk. As I walk away I swear the wind started to pick up; it was making long breathy noises. It wasn't the wind. It was whispers of my name echoing from the cave:

"Millaenya.." (Mee-lane-ya)

Before I could fully comprehend the hushed sounds, a loud pound jolts me awake. Within a blink, I quickly sat up in my bed. I was covered in a layer of cold sweat, gasping for air as if I held my breath for hours. My body was vibrating with anxiety, and I started to feel myself unravel again. The last time this happened, Is when I felt Tony Die.

Recenter yourself

Trying to relax my breathing, I close my eyes and chant, "I am real, I am in control. I am real, I am in Control. I am REAL, I am in CONTROL!"

The items in my room began to shake and move, my bed starts to rise upward. I feel myself slipping further away. It would have gotten way worse but fortunately, the two knocks at the door stole back my focus and if that didn't fully bring me back then my bed slamming to the floor sure did.

"Saved by the bell. I'm coming!!"

I unravel myself from the mountains of blankets on my bed and throw on a robe on the way to my door. I open the door and see my roommate peter holding a cup of coffee and ibuprofen.

"Good morning Mills. Figured you'd need this"

I grab the items from his hands, "Ya know," I take 4 pills and take a sip of the cheap coffee, "I'll never get used to that"

"Used to what?"

"Your fancy schmancy spidey senses. Can't even wig out in a separate room without your 'peter tingle' giving me up."

"Why does everyone call it that?!"

"Because our sweet Aunt May, may she rest in peace, was a comedian and I refuse to let that joke die"

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Aunt May and Peter took me in when peter was 14 and I was 20. We say 20 but I have no idea how old I was or am. Peter was training late at Kissena Park; he had just gotten his powers a few months prior and was still getting used to his strength and heightened senses. That night he was beta-testing his web solution and swinging back and forth between trees. I, on the other hand, was buried deep within Kissena Lake.

In the middle of swinging to the next tree, Peter got a sudden rush of anxiety and fell to the ground; a vague but strong sense of something being wrong, something dangerous. He wanted to throw up, run, and fight all at the same time. There was a heat storm brewing up that night, nothing the news warned the city about. Peter stood up quickly and tried to collect himself; The city was quiet and with everything standing still, it was almost peaceful.

As quickly as that peace came, it was interrupted by a cluster of lightning bolts that hit the ground and trees surrounding the lake. The unexpected storm ended with one particularly large bolt of lightning hitting the center of the lake. It reached the bottom where I happened to be buried. It must have stirred the dirt up just enough, that I started to float up to the surface, along with a leather book bound to my wrist.

Peter so graciously pulled me to shore and checked if I was breathing. I had a fresh scar (that was quite literally steaming by the way) that began at my shoulder and traveled down my torso through my leg and ended at my left ankle. The scar itself looked like branches of lighting. If Peter wasn't freaked out already, he sure was when he saw my hair turn from black to white in a matter of minutes. When he was sure I was alive he brought me home to Aunt May. He explained what happened from start to finish; the whole situation kind of forced him to explain his powers to May for the first time.

Sorry Pete

When I awoke, I remembered nothing but my name. I had no recollection of who I was, where I was from, or who my family was. Nothing. The book that was bound to my wrist was full of handwritten notes about my gifts; the earliest entry was dated back to 1692. Each account was so meticulously written and described it was like my own personal how-to guide. Outside of that, the only other personal information written in the book is that my mother gave birth to me in the woods, alone. She protected me from the outside as best as she could but eventually died of exposure. A group of traveling women picked me up. Their leader Agatha said she could hear my cries calling her from miles away. Sadly the rest of that journal entry was ripped from the book.

Fast forward a bit; the authorities couldn't find where I came from. My DNA was nowhere to be found and no one recognized my picture. The only key identifiers I had was my stark white twists (which was a new look) and a strange tattoo on the inner part of my lip. I was eventually ruled as a Jane Doe and given all new information and IDs; I kept my name and became a parker. Aunt May accepted me as her own; she took me as I was. My mysterious past didn't matter to her, my skin tone didn't matter to her. When people questioned about me and silently judged she would only say, "I've always wanted a daughter" and her daughter I was. Peter was already calling me his sister so it worked out great.

Millaenya Parker. It has absolutely no ring to it, but it means everything to me. In the early days, I spent my time in the library reading everything I could. I learned every language I could, dead and new. I got my GED and studied at MIT for my bachelor's in Cultural History and Anthropology. Around this time I went with Peter and Tony to Germany for the Avenger's little "family feud". After this, I worked with Stark Industries as an intern while getting my Masters's in Historic Preservation and getting a Ph.D. in Sociolinguistics.

While Peter spent his time as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman I traveled, and finally experienced life; I took the time to study myself and explore my powers. I damn near perfected elemental & weather manipulation; being so in tune with our planet and its history, I swear I can now hear the Earth's breath. I tested my blood for months. I looked like I was in my early 20s but I was very old. I found that my blood shared the same properties as vibranium. Still don't know what to do with that information.

Before I could further my studies, the blip happened; I physically felt the life leave this world, and It made me empty. I was so off the grid that I didn't see my friend's calls for help until it was too late. I should have been there with Peter, I lost him and May that day. For those 5 years, I trained with Natasha and occasionally Okoye (got some fun scars from that) and searched for answers to reverse the mass disappearance. During my research, I studied under Wong at the Kamar Taj and became quite proficient with my sling ring and basic sorcery. In between travels I mostly stayed with Tony & Pepper and their new baby girl Morgan.

When the Battle of Earth came and Tony made that fatal snap, I broke. The pain was too much, I couldn't control my emotions, and when I let out my cries of anguish, everyone around me began to writhe in pain. Wanda had to use her powers to forcefully put me to sleep. Fast forward even further we lost Aunt May and everyone forgot about Peter, except for me. Peter almost didn't come back from that; we have no idea why I remember, nor do I dare to question it. I am just thankful that I can be here for him. But I digress.

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I take another drink from the styrofoam cup, I notice the fancy Greek-style lettering

'We Are Happy To Serve You'

"Peter, have you talked to her yet, or are you just going to forever borderline stalk the poor girl at her work?"

"Hey! It's not stalking, I just wanted to check on her."

I begin to walk towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast, Peter takes a seat on the couch, "I promise you, if you talk to her and stop being creepy, she will fall in love with your dopey ass all over again. It was meant to be Pete. I'm so sure about it, I feel it in my bones."

"She could get hurt, I'm dangerous to be around, and everyone I love dies. My Parents are dead. Uncle Ben is dead. Tony, is dead. Aunt May is dead. I'm cursed Millie" he says as he dramatically falls face-first on the couch

"I resent that! I'm still alive, you don't love me?" I say throwing an apple at him.

He swiftly catches it behind his back without looking, "What's a man got to do around here to wallow in self-pity in peace? "

"Peter Parker, Friendly Neighborhood Emo." we laugh together in mutual pain.

As you can tell trauma-dy is our way of coping

"What's your plan for today?"

"Eh, Just work"

"Your freelance work or your freelance work?"

"The answer is yes. You should join me sometime, it'll be fun"

"I did enough crime-fighting during the blip thank you very much. I'm currently in my peaceful academic phase; being a curator has done me some good. I just want to study dead nations and their languages; that's the kind of wholesome fun I want"

"You're a nerd even for me you know that? Anyways, thanks for the apple, ima head out" He opens the window and begins to crawl out. "LOVE YOU!"

"Peter we have doors for a reason; You are getting dirt all over my window!" I yell to him. "LOVE YOU TOO, BUG BOY"

Finally alone with my thoughts, I check my phone and look at my calendar. I remember I'm off for the next few days with exactly zero plans. Lost in my thoughts I was interrupted by a sudden shout of my name.

"Millaenyia!"

Startled I drop my phone. I have no idea where that came from. It was in my apartment but no one is here, I would have felt them. It happened again but this time the voice was beckoning me to follow it.

"Milllllaaaeennyyyiaa"

It was coming from my bookshelf in the living room. I start to walk toward the shelf and the books on it begin to shake. As I move closer, one book falls to the ground and the books stop shaking. I kneel to pick it up and see that it's a world atlas. Before I could inspect the book any further the pages began to rapidly flip. Eventually, the book lands on a map of Mexico and begins to burn up spontaneously. I don't freak out as fire doesn't affect me, but I just watch the map slowly burn until it gets to the Yucatán peninsula.

"Hmm. If that's not a sign then I don't know what is"

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I packed up a light bag and filled Peter in on the whole spooky situation. He's worried, understandably so; but I have to go. Something is calling me there, that beach in my dream looks like the beaches of Yucatán. In the back of my mind, I hear that voice calling my name. I'm afraid I'd lose my mind if I don't go. Peter wishes me luck and makes me promise to check in with him periodically. I put on a 2 piece swimsuit and layer on some white linens over it; I lace up an old pair of Adidas sneakers and grab a pair of sunglasses. Quickly I twist back my hair to the side and loosely braid it. I grab my bag and sling ring and began to open a portal to Mérida, Yucatán.

"Alrighty Creepy Voice, you've piqued my interest"

#fanfic #peter parker #spiderman #blackpanther #wakandaforever #namor #tenoch huerta #k'uk'ulkan #original character #blackgirloc #namor x reader #mcu shuri #mcu namor #mcu #talokan trio #talokan #attuma #attoye #namora #marc spector #jakelockely #steven grant #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky #Youtube

[marlawritings]

Talk To Me

T’challa x  Reader x Erik 

1-2(coming soon)

Description:

Life has been kicking you in the ass, lately. You found yourself getting more hopeless by the day. You wanted to be isolated from everyone in your life, but Erik and T’challa will be damned if you try to do so. 

TW//: reader smokes, mention of depression, angst

You were sitting outside your apartment, smoking another cigarette. It was one of your bad habits, your mother would say. Given that your family was traditional and all, your grandmother wasn’t too pleased either to find that you hadn’t found a husband yet.

“Why haven’t you been home, hm?” She’d ask with a stern voice.

You were young, though. Fresh out of college, into the world of corporate. It was nice but somehow overwhelming. New expectations, new characters, all sorts of people that you had to meet. At first glance, you looked to be stressed. Though you were, you tried not to let it overtake your entire life.

You didn’t like the thought of having to get married. Your family had reminded you since you left for college, threatening you with an arranged marriage. You were a princess, lived another hidden country next to Wakanda. Did anyone outside of those two countries need to know? Absolutely not.

You escaped your duties by going to MIT, majoring in computational law. You’ve always been an academically well-rounded person, so you made the most out of college with ease. It felt so good walking around a place where nobody recognized you or tried to be a kiss-ass.

You met lots of characters during your time, though.

Erik Stevens. Tall, handsome, intelligent he fit all the checkboxes. He had this habit of being a bit of an asshole but also one of the kindest people you knew there. A part of you missed him. But the past, was indeed in the past.

“Grandma, I told you I’m fine out here in the states. I don’t need to come back home.” You’d tell her.

“Oh yes you do, (Y/n). Do you know how long he’s been anticipating your return? What am I to tell him, ‘I’m sorry my king, she doesn’t want to marry you anymore’?.”

“Screw this,” You hung up the phone. You weren’t trying to be rude by hanging up, you just needed some space from your mother. No suitors, no crowns, and most certainly no press. You took another drag out of your cigarette. You knew they’d be on your ass after that heated phone-call.

It was certainly no surprise that you got your ass dragged back home. Your parents had their little spies watching you since the day you left for college. When you saw your parents, you ignored their greetings as the guards let you enter.

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You had taken a nap, feeling overwhelmed of what happened. You felt a presence. He softly played with your coils making you recognize him. Your eyes fluttered open, revealing not only your bestfriend but future husband. He had matured, no longer that young dorky kid you knew long ago.

“You left without saying goodbye.” You could feel the hurt in his voice.

You sat up from the bed, shrugging your shoulders. Not feeling an ounce of regret. “I needed to go to college.”

He narrowed his now cold eyes at you. “You could’ve told me, at least. Can you even fathom how hurt I was when I found out that my future Queen, my bestfriend, my soulmate, left me to never come back for another 2 years?”

You got up from the bed, not wanting to hear anymore of his supposed nonsense. You could care less for this bastard. “Cry me a river, T’challa.”

T’challa sighed, trying to contain himself. “(Y/n). Your mother told me about your depression. You should’ve come to me, I would’ve helped you.”

You were getting annoyed by his intrusive questions.

“I don’t want you or your fucking help. Get out!” You chucked a glass of water at the wall. This was not the way to treat your king, his eyes shooting daggers into your back made it known as he saw himself out. You cleaned up the mess yourself, not wanting to create more work for the maids. 

T’challa felt a surge of determination as he changed into his black panther suit. If you weren’t going to reciprocate his love, he’d have no problem forcing you to. He just wants to take care of you, can’t you see? You were his future Queen, after all.

#blackpanther x reader #black panther x reader #black reader #poc reader #erik killmonger x reader #yandere black panther #erik killmonger #erik stevens

[clearlydiamondz]

Dear Doctor...

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

Session #1: Let’s Get To Know Each Other

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Dr. (Y/N) received a very interesting patient by the name of Erik Stevens. With a very interesting background and personality, she must maintain a professional doctor/patient relationship.. that might be a little hard. 

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(Y/N) walked into her office, placing her keys on her desk. She placed her MK bag and brief case, on the counter behind the desk turning on the lights. After brewing her some tea and heating up her muffins, she sat down at her desk opening up her email. She saw different appointment confirmations, patients sending her thank you emails, just the usual. Until she saw a specific email that caught her eye. It was from her an old friend she use to go to work with. 

Dear Doctor (Y/LN), 

I would like to start this email off by saying congratulations on the Reward of Liberations. If anyone deserves it, it’s you. 

I reach out to you on behalf of one my clients. His name is Erik Stevens. He has moved here from Oakland to New York City. I recommended you to him because, well his story is quite an interesting one. And if I know anyone who is going to get him to talk, it will be you. He told me he made an appointment and it was confirmed. I think you would be very interested in his story. 

He was born here in Oakland CA. He never got the chance to meet his mother, and his father was killed by Erik’s uncle. He joined the military when he was only 18 years old. To say he has quite the dark pass, is an understatement. 

That’s not the only thing. Erik Stevens is also royalty. He is the cousin of King T’Challa. His Uncle was the King of Wakanda until the bombing of the Sokovia Accords. His cousin, T’Challa was crowned king. T’Challa thought that it would be necessary to have Erik stay in Wakanda after an attempt to steal the crown but it was failed. Erik returned to the states, taking back with him assets that his father left behind for him. 

Obviously he has PTSD from not only being in the military, but also anger management issues. He has prescribed medicine for both but it would be greatly appreciated if you keep an eye out on him for me and keep me updated until  he returns back to Oakland. 

I have attached my notes, the military specialists and extra paperwork to help you out with this one. I should also say that he has a way of being.. manipulative. So, be careful!

Thank you, Doctor Bennet.  

She was stunned by this. This got to be a joke right? Within in a matter of second she opened up a google tab and wrote in his name. And lord beholds, articles of the country popped up, including when Erik overthrew the throne. She saw how good looking he was but the picture looked about a few years old. She went back to her email searching up his name to see he had an appointment for today at 12:30, right after her lunch. Well, this should be interesting. 

She opened the email from Bennet, opening the file to see it 35 pages long. “Holy...”  she scanned through before hitting the print button. After the pages were printed, she grabbed an empty beige folder and the pages before getting to her desk and highlighting important information about him.

________

“Oh my gosh girl, that was so amazing.” (Y/N) said walking into her office with her co-worker Lilian. Lilian was a child phycologist, and her office was right across the hall. 

“I know, I told you their jerk chicken is to fucking die for.” Lilian said grabbing her keys out her purse. “Aye, if I don’t see you by the time I close, I’m gonna give you a call tonight.” Lilian said as (Y/N) nodded. 

“Okay that’s cool.” she said. That went to their opposite side and walked to her receptionist, Melissa, who sat at the desk eating a salad. 

“Oh yeah, Ms. Diamond. Erik Stevens is here already. He’s in the bathroom.” she said to her. (Y/N) looked at the clock and saw that it was 12:20 as she smiled. She loved when her patients were early. “By the way, than man.. ooh he is so cute.” she started gushing showing off her braces. (Y/N) hit slapped her arm with the back of her hand as she giggled. “You’ll see..” she said.

As soon as she said that, he came from the hall. (Y/N) saw him and was taken back. Oh she was not wrong. Not wrong at all. He had on a pair of black jeans with a olive green T-Shirt that sleeves were rolled up a bit. He had on black and olive air Jordan 17′s, with a gold chain and diamond stud earrings. He had dreads that was braided back with a taper. He on a pair of ray band glasses with a gold trim. Damn, he looked good. 

She noticed that he looked her up and down, which was very common with new patient doctor relationships. She obviously had a few where her patients would look at her in a lustful way but this one was different. 

“You must be Dr. (Y/L/N). I’m Erik Stevens. I’ve heard a lot about you.” he smiled at her bringing her hand out to shake. She noticed the fang grills and the lower grills he had making her weak in the knees. She always had a thing for grills. Back in her college days she had a pair of bridge grills. She just always thought they made someone look good, especially if they kept up with their teeth. 

“Nice to meet you Mr. Stevens. And you can just call me (Y/N), or Dr. (Y/N). Whatever you prefer.” she always wanted to make sure that she made her patients feel like they were in a comfortable spot. Most people feel comfortable with a person when they can call them by their first name. 

“Well than it’s Erik to you.” he said winking at her. She already knew this man was going to be the death of her. 

“So I’m just gonna get settle into my office, I’ll have Ms. Melissa will bring you back which she be in about., two minutes okay?” she said smiling at him as he nodded. She gave a look to Melissa, her eyes saying to ‘behave’, before she went to her office. 

(Y/N) went to her office, placing her purse in the drawer. She opened her file drawer. grabbing his file and placing it on the coffee table where she has her conversations at. She grabbed her glasses, making sure to mute her phone. She went to her office phone ringing the front desk. 

“Ms. Melissa, can you bring Erik back. Thank you.” She sat down in her chair as she grabbed the folder from the coffee table. Within a couple of seconds, he walked through the door. 

“Thank you, Melissa.” Melissa nodded giving her a thumbs up before shutting the door. “Erik, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.” she said motioning her hands to the black couch with white fluffy pillows. He sat down leaning back, widening his legs, and wiping his hands on his thighs. A clear sign that he was a bit nervous. 

“Before we start, would you like a cup of tea. Tea kind of help me calm my nerves a bit.” she said. She always offered tea to her patients. Tea always made her calm and for many other patients, it did too. 

“No thank you.” he said smiling at her. She nodded placing the folder back on the table as he looked at her. “So I understand that you use to work with Dr.Bennit?” she asked him crossing her legs. Erik couldn’t help but look at the way her legs looked so nice and smooth, almost like melted chocolate. 

“Ah, Ben. One of the many things I’m gonna miss. I’m guessing that’s why you already have a file on me.” he said pointing to the file.

“Eh it’s not really a file. It’s just something that’ll help me help you. I won’t have a file on you probably by like.. the third session?” she said. “I just want to use this session to get to know each other. Get a little more comfortable, get all the first day jitters out.” she smiled at him. 

“First day jitters? What is this high school?” he laughed as she playfully rolled her eyes. 

“We have a new new patient doctor relationship. It’s very important that we get to know each other. So how about we do a little exercise. Let’s play 21 questions.”  she said as he stared at her. 

“You’re not being serious?” he asked as she nodded. “This is most definitely giving me high school vibes.” he said adjusting himself on the sofa. “But you go first?”

After 20 minutes of playing they were on their last two questions. 

“What is one thing you would change about yourself?” she asked him as he sighed. 

“My dreams..” he trailed off. She made a little mental note about that. All throughout the game she made so many mental notes it was almost impossible to keep up. “Interesting, you’re turn.”

“Why did you get a divorce?” he asked. 

That question definitely made her twitch her eye uncontrollably. “How do you-”

“Well where do I start?” he said standing up. “I’m guessing you had pictures here. Recently removed from the spots where there are no dust.” he said swiping his index finger on the white shelves. “I’m guessing those pictures were wedding pictures, vacations, holiday photos. I would assume you were doing a cleaning but there are other photos. Niece?” he asked grabbing the photo of you’re god daughter, Violet. 

“That’s my daughter.” 

“No it’s not. You would have more pictures than just that one. A mother would have more pictures of her child. And by the spots, there is more than one picture missing.” he said. “So that’s either a niece or a baby sister.” he said as she sighed. 

“My god-daughter.” she whispered as he chuckled. 

“Close enough.” he sat down in front of you. “And on top of that, there’s a light tan from where your ring was, also a slight indent. Meaning you just took it off.” he said. “So answer my question?” 

“Well some people don’t get the idea of ‘loyalty and commitment’ when you have a significant other.” she said to him. He looked her up and down leaning back. 

“Damn, niggas just be blandly stupid now-a-days out here huh.” he said licking his lips at her. 

“Okay this is not about me. This is about you.” she said looking at him, grabbing the folder. “So elaborate on these dreams.” she opened the folder going to the notes she received.

“All of what you need to know is in that bag.. correct?” he said as she rolled her eyes. 

“Yes but these are in the perspective of another person’s eyes.. or ears. I want a first person POV.” she said putting her hand on her knee. 

“Well there just.. flashbacks of my days back as ah.. assassin. And military.” he said playing with his fingers. 

“Dreams aren’t suppose to be memories. Or flashbacks. Usually if it’s memories it’s a sign of trauma or distress. How is your sleep pattern?” she asked. His face started to distort into a discomfort fascial expression. 

“Some nights I get sleep, some nights I can’t. The dreams seems to get more vivid.” he whispered looking at the coffee table. 

“I see.” she closed the folder sitting it on the side table. “What do you do before you go to bed?” she asked him as he looked up at her and smirked. 

“Trust me Doc, you don’t want to know.” he said as she rolled her eyes laughing. 

“I’m suppose to be helping you, Help me help you.” 

“Well I start of by exercising. I watch movies, check my social media, talk to the family back in Wakanda, than I just lay in bed. Now, when it’s one of those nights, where I’m feeling a little lonely, I really enjoy masturbating and-” he started as she cut him off quickly. 

“Okay! Okay, I didn’t need to know all of that.” she said as started to laugh. 

“Listen, I’m just answering your question truthfully.” he said.

“Anyways, have you ever tried meditating?” she asked as he laughed. 

“Good one doc.” 

“No I’m serious. Meditating doesn’t just mean sitting Indian style humming. Meditating is focusing on your mental health. Taking time away from you’re phone and social media. Social media is pretty toxic, especially for black folk. Also, social media does have a lot of triggers that you don’t know acknowledge that triggers you.” she insisted. “Something that I like to do, before I go to bed, I like to write in my journal. About everything that happened through the day. If something or someone upset me, I write it down, how it made me feel and what I can differently.” she said standing up. She went to a cabinet grabbing a leather wrapped journal, walking back to him and handing it to him. 

“Are you serious?” 

“I don’t know what Dr.Bennit had you doing, but by my observation and the answers you gave me while playing 21 questions, you haven’t budged a bit. So we are doing this my style.” she said as he slowly grabbed it. 

“Next week, I would like to see about 3 pages filled with a journal entry about your day. I want to see two days, if you see any improvement of your dreams, write about your dreams. What you think they mean?” she said sitting down as he hit his hand with the journal sitting down looking at it. 

“Look, I know it’s a little.. out of the ordinary but I have done this before with previous PTSD patients, it helps a lot.” she said kindly. He looked at her as she smiled kindly at him. 

If only she knew what he was capable of.

“Dr.Bennit never gave me homework.” he said sitting back in his chair as she chuckled. 

“Well sorry to tell you this, but in order to see improvement within yourself, you need to put in some work. Just talking with each other ain’t gonna fill in the deed.” she told him honestly.  

“I think I’m going to have a lot fun with you..” 

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[fckwritersblock]

Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 2

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

10 year old Alonna 11 year old Erik

May 22nd, 1992

West Oakland, Ca

"Hey Lona!" Erik nodded acknowledging her presence once he noticed she joined them outside.

"Hey N'Jadaka," she smiled up at her friend from the front steps as he continued his basketball game.

Long gone were the times either of them were teased about their names. While no one but his father called him that, he made the exception for Lona since she genuinely liked his name. She wanted to know where it came from which lead them to sneaking through his fathers things. While they were both scolded for it, N'Jobu would sometimes tell them tales of the beauty of Wakanda.

“The sunsets there, are the most beautiful thing you'll ever see”

He would say. Erik couldnt wait to go, and Alona, Alona was a curious one. She wanted to know more about Wakanda and Africa all together. Though you wouldn't find the same information about the city as his N'Jobu could offer. The girl would be an outsider, yes, but N'Jobu promised when she was older she'd get to see it, too.

It was 7:45p, the street lights had been on for quite a while as the young boys played ball. Alona read a book and while she read, she'd occasionally cheer for Erik all the while admiring the night sky.

"Gaurd ya man Gaurd ya man," John John told Erik, but when he passed him ball Erik stood still, staring up at the sky.

It was as if he was in a trance, and soon the other boys followed suit. It's took a moment but eventually Alona noticed something was wrong with her friend when he and the others were all quiet.

"N'Jadaka," concerned she walked over to him before craning her neck upward.

Bright blue lights almost like a spaceship above the rising up into the air above the apartment complex before it finally shot off into the sky.

"Is that-" her voice trailed off in a whisper.

In a split second Erik had bolted heading inside. Alona slowly followed after him, a bad feeling in her stomach. Fearing the worst, she walked the air seemingly shifting having reached the hall and seeing the door to her friends apartment ajar. Pushing it open she gasped as tears instantly filled her eyes at the sight of Erik rocking his father back and forth.

He was dead.

It was just another drug deal gone bad claimed police. Typical for West Oakland. Their so-called investigation didn't take too long as they fished for witnesses and came up empty handed. When it came down to the boy, that would require them to do some real work seeing as he only lived with his father. But when they would ask Erik questions he refused to answer and all he did was look down, facial expression void of all emotion, all cried out. Since he refused to talk, Alona and her granny helped the police out the best they could; while he wouldn't talk to his best friend either, he refused to let go of her hand.

It took some finessing , but her granny Davis convinced the authorities and child protective services to allow her to keep Erik in her custody until they found family. His father had just died and she knew he'd be more comfortable around familiar faces. CPS agreed though they couldn't promise how long it would last.

They shared Alona's bed that night, both facing opposite directions neither uttering a word to one another, room completely dark other than the light shining from the night street lights through the half open curtains.  While the young girl didn't know what to say, she knew all too well what he'd be feeling. He was just like her now; an orphan.

"Alona?" The poor boys voice was hoarse being the first time he spoke in hours.

"Yeah?"

"What's gonna happen to me now?"

Alona paused, recalling the events that followed her own parents death.

"They sent me to stay with my granny." Was all she came up with. "I think they give you to any family that wants you."

"I hope they not far." Erik confessed after a while. " I don't wanna lose my best friend too."

"Me too."

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Yall...part of me wants to say sorry but...

Would I mean it?

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Smol Masterlist ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

She’s Slim, I know, but I promith I’ll try to start writing again. no more depression hibernation! hopefully

Imma throw some weebshit in here too

Black Panther 

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[airis-paris14]

Starlight 14

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who's spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T'Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

A/N: It's a short one y'all.

Warnings: mentions and suggestions of sexual violence and rape.

Masterlist || 13 || 14 || 15

“Why do you insist on waking me up so early?” Amani moaned as the king trailed kisses over her shoulders. “I am always up this early,” he chuckled, moving up to her neck. “That doesn’t mean I have to be too,” the heiress grinned and turned over in the soft sheets to face the love of her life.

“Good morning,” the king smiled, reaching around to pull his lover closer.

“Good morning.” Amani offered up a smile which quickly fell into a yawn. The father trailed his fingers down Amani’s bareback, over her hip, and up to softly grab her hand. He pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand before playing with her fingers. Amani pushed her other hand up to tangle in the curls at the base of T’Challa’s neck. “You know,” the billionaire sighed out as his girlfriend massaged her fingers along his scalp. “I’m going to put a ring on that finger.” Amani smiled as his lips pressed against the base of her left ring finger.

“Oh yeah?”Amani teased, as the king looked at her from between her fingers. “Yeah” T’Challa finalized, a smirk etching its way onto her face.

“What are you gonna do after you put a ring on my finger?”

“Imma put a baby in you,” The monarch smirked as he went back caressing his girlfriend's curves. “Uh uh,” The older Okeke laughed.

“What do you mean uh uh? Eh, that’s what is next on my mission. You can’t stand in the way of my mission,” the king insisted playfully.

“Okay, what next after that?”

“I’m going to put another girl in you-“

“T’Challa!” Amani dissolved into laughter and sat up. The king chuckled and pulled her back down. “Don’t T’Challa me. I'm going to put another girl in you and another and another.” The lovebirds relaxed into each other’s arms as their laughter slowly faded.Soon the sun, silence and the birds were the only excitement in the room. The couple ran their fingers over each other’s skin, memorizing each dip and curve like it was their first time. “ I love you T,” Amani pressed a kiss to his chest where her head was resting.

“I love you too, Miss Amani Okeke” the king feathered kisses along her forehead and relaxed back into his pillows.

“I don’t want this to end,” the woman admitted, “I don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t want you to go either,” the king sighed. “One day, you won’t have to, but until then we may be apart, but I'll never leave you.” Amani felt her heart melt and she reached up to press a kiss to his lips. “Are you up for a bath?” The king moved to stand and Amani groaned. “I don’t wanna get up,” she pouted and was greeted by T’Challa’s smile. “Come on,”he reached to pull her up but she couldn’t move. “T’Challa, stop playing,” the woman suddenly panicked as she realized she couldn’t move her body. “T’Challa!” The king threw on his clothes. I'm gonna get help okay?”

Tears started trickling down Amani’s face as she shook her head, “Please no! T’Challa! Don’t leave me!” She screamed herself awake to find Darius pinning her down.

“Aww, you had a bad dream? Lover boy leave you once he realized how much of a whore you are?”

Amani felt her stomach churning as Darius began pulling off her clothes. “It’s okay. I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces,” Darius sneered as he pulled her pants down over her hips. The heiress fought the building pressure of the bile in her throat, but lost it when Darius tried to put his lips on hers. The abuser sat back wiping the vomit from his chin and chest. Amani cowered at the rage in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling-“ a crack ricocheted around the room as Darius’s hand connected with the victim's cheek. “You owe me Amani. You cost me my son and you will give me another,” Darius snarled. He stood and eyed the woman who was now splattered in her own sick. A smirk grew on his lips before he let his foot connect with her stomach, “And clean this shit up.”

Amani held in her tears until she heard the door of her prison shut. She carefully pulled up her shirt and sighed, when she felt that the padding over her midriff was still in tack and sturdy.”Please hold on little one. I need your daddy to hurry.” Amani prayed as she began trying to clean up as best as she could.

Hours later, wrapped in the thin sheet Darius had allowed to remain on the bed, Amani found herself being dragged from the bed again. “ Good job, you actually learned how to clean in our short time apart,” Darius sneered and tossed Amani her phone, “Call him.”

“Call who?” The college alumna pulled her sheet tighter around her body. “Your boyfriend.” Darius spat and pulled Amani up out of the bed. “If we are gonna start this new family together we need no strings attached.” The criminal shoved a phone in Amani’s face.

“No.” She hardens her expression and braces for the abuse she is sure will follow.

“I’m sorry,” Darius chuckles and sits, “It wasn’t a question, sweetheart. Call him!”

“It’s her!” Sakura tossed T’Challa his American phone. “Amani, my love, are you alright? I am on my way-”

“T’Challa,” she interrupted, trying to fight the tears choking her up. If he had any chance of getting her message,she needed to be clear about her words. “I need you to go home-”

“Amani what-”

“T’Challa, you will never find me. I have made my decision and I am starting our family. I have to do what is best for us, and Darius is here with me. I just don’t want to be with you like this anymore. Goodbye T’Challa, let me go.” Amani hung up and her friend’s prepared for the king's reaction, but all T’Challa could do was replay their conversation over and over in his head. Something was off.

“T’Challa,” Madiyson tries to grab the King’s attention, “I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s been acting so weird lately. Please don’t give up-”

“That’s it,” The king whirled around to his sister on the video monitor, “Shuri, send that location the call was made from to the local authorities and get them over to the house ASAP.”

“I don’t understand,”Sakura hoped the king would help them understand his sudden choice to involve any part of the United States Government. “Amani, she gave us a message. She started by saying she needs me to go home. She always tells me home is where the heart is and I always tell her I will always find my way back to her no matter what.”

“Okay, she used y’all’s cute catch phrases, but why are you involving the police?”

“Because she’s pregnant and Darius is threatening her, that’s why she made the call. He was probably in the room with her.”

“Brother, the phone’s signal just crashed.” Shuri, warned. “And he’s gonna take her and the baby and run for it.”

“I’m calling 911,” Madiyson hurried off while Shuri and Amare did their best to pinpoint the exact location the call had come from. “She’s Strong T’Challa, she’ll hold on,” Sakura reassured when she noticed tears in the king's eyes. “I know, but she’s carrying my child. I had accepted waiting until she was ready again but now that it’s here I can’t say that I am not at the happiest and lowest moment of my life. If I lose either of them, I don’t know what I will do.”

“Then don’t think about losing either of them. Focus on the thought that you’ll get to meet your little one in 9 months.”

The king smiled as Sakura patted his back, “I am worried about Amani though. I am not sure how she feels about this. A baby was the last thing on her mind,” Sakura sighed.

“I know-”

“They’re already gone,” Madison interrupted T’Challa’s response. The room went silent before T’Challa spoke again. “Shuri, I gave Amari a pair of deactivated Kimoyo beads. I need you to reactivate them and send me the location.”

“Brother, once they turn on he’s going to notice the border alarm going off.”

“I know, this jet has your new update correct?”

“Yes, but I haven’t had time to fully test out the motion sickness protection feature with warp speed.”

“Well consider this an official field test. Madiyson and Sakura, I apologize in advance, but we’ve got to get to Amani.”

“No apologies needed,” Sakura nodded as she and Madiyson strapped in. “Anything for Amani,” Madiyson backed up.

“Amani, my love, please hold on,” T’Challa sighed as he switched the jet's piloting mode.

“Beads have been reactivated and the alarm was tripped. Coordinates are already set in the jet.”

“Bring them both back T’Challa,” Amare ordered before she and Shuri’s screen shut off as the Jet saved energy to move as fast as possible.

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[wakandascrystal]

TINY IMAGINE

Ghetto Thang

Erik x BlackReader

A/N - This one is heavily inspired by Yvette by Vedo ft Inayah lamis. Love that song. More then I should♥️❤️♥️

https://youtu.be/6FLS29EI1iY

…………………

"You want to make a scene?"

The question was condescending. He wanted to get under your skin.

Erik had taken you to a fancy restaurant. It was your third anniversary and you had dolled yourself up to look good for him. You wore his favorite black dress. Thight and off shoulder with a long slit that should you brown thigh. Your purple lace front reached your ass and you were lashes up with a bronzed make look.

You looked edible. Erik couldn't keep his eyes and hands off you but things changed when the waitress flirted with him. The last straw was when he played along with her.

Not wanting to be the stupid girlfriend you reacted. You rolled your eyes and throw a piece of garlic bread at his face. The sly smile he was giving the waitress melted.

"Y'all two fuckers want a room?"

Your sudden outburst made her straighten up, clutching her note pad thighter to her full chest.

"Erik, tell me this , how are you going to take me to the boojieist restaurant just so you can flirt with the help."

Erik let out a sigh.

"You done?" He asked slowly.

"Are you ? Cause I would like to go back to being booed up but ...oh wait my boo is a little bitch. Keep flirting with Miss Can I take your order."

Erik scratched his bread.

"You want to make a scene?"

"Do you want one?" You tested

"bitch, won't do shit." You let out a chuckle. Covering your mouth with your hand ,decorated with gold rings and long pink acrilic nails.

Challenged accepted.

You took a sip of your wine and throw it on Erik's face. The waitress let out a high pitched scream pulled people's attention.

You stood up getting your bag. " Don't fuck with me Erik. So when you done with miss recess and your balls drop I'll be waiting in the car."

You grabbed the car keys and left, whole restaurant looking at you, following the motion of your hips.

The waitress offered Erik a cloth to dry himself. He didn't take it instead he pulled a fresh bill and throw it on the table.

"I'm sorry, please take this." She carried on trying to flirt with him . She started to drag you to some how appeal to Erik.

" She seems crazy. She really needs to check her temper. Like bitch how can you be so ghetto."

Erik gave her the side eye. He didn't appreciate how she spoke about you.

" I think you should just keep it shut." He up and left. Face still moist with expensive wine.

You were waiting on the hood of the car.

"Oh there he is! ... finally he comes out. Did you get her number Erik? Did you th-"

Erik cut you off with a kiss. Pulling you by your waist. It was hot and rough. You tasted good the sweet and bitter wine on his skin when you licked his lips. He grabbed your ass and gave it a smack that made you jump. You giggled into his mouth. He was mad at you but you knew he wasnt going to hurt you. He was your least and your most favorite person in the world. How could he get you so angry and so horny in a short amount of time. You draged your nails in his beard making sure not to hurt him.

He gave you one last smooch , looking down at you he spoke.

"I'm going to tear that ass up when we get to the crib."

You licked your lips. " Yes daddy."

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A win is a win but at what damnnnnn cost😭

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stars aligned | Namor x Wakandan!reader | chapter 7

warnings: nothing to note, not proof read

summary: Still in captivity of Talokan, Thulile has her own questions for the king.

words: 1.3

author notes: I AM SO SORRY this took too long to update. i started spring semester and its A LOT of reading. im going to try to post every thursday night. have mercy! also! please let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list!

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Namor had long heard her laughter before coming to the surface. He was irritated, to say the least. He had just spent the last hour and a half convincing his generals why he had let the land-dweller live, let alone letting her into their kingdom. 

“In ajawo’, the longer we let the land-dweller stay, the more likely it is for her people to come for her,” Namora's tone was uneasy as she monitored her king’s expression. 

“Not to mention she has no value to ransom. She is a lowly informant, nothing close to a bargaining chip,” Attuma said, obviously infuriated by the Wakandan’s presence. 

Namor felt anger rise in his chest as he glared at the general. He hated that he felt anything while the hammerhead-armored man bad mouthed his prisoner. His. It was a slippery slope. 

“Our people share a similarity when it comes to our subjects,” Namor growled, “they will not let her stay in our custody, and a trade will be struck. This I am sure.” 

“This will jeopardize our kingdom!” Attuma raised his voice, Namora grabbing him by his arm at his audacity. 

Namor’s gaze became dark, never wavering from the behemoth. 

“And that’s where you are wrong, general,” Namor hissed. “This is my kingdom, and I will make the decisions as I see fit.” 

Attuma gulped, taming her anger, temporarily. Namor turned from the two before giving his next orders. 

“Now, I believe you two have a trip to Boston to prepare for. See to it.” 

Namor was not a fool. He knew the dangers of keeping a land-dweller here, the odds leaning to do more harm than good. His dark hair fanned across his face as he stalled his ascent to the surface. The luminescence from the glow worms reflected into the water beautifully, dancing in his dark gaze. Through the rippling of the water, he could see two figures sitting at the water’s edge. He closed his eyes, listening carefully to their laughter. It was her, Thulile, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanied by Nicte, one of the guards assigned to keep an eye on his prisoner. The two seemed to become closer than he anticipated, now giggling like school girls at the water’s edge. 

He could hear Nicte clearly, but Thulile was quieter, almost guttural. It brought a smile to his face, brought on like instinct. With a flutter of his wings, Namor rose through the water before the crown of his head finally broke the surface. The water cascading from his wet locks and over his face, his gaze finding her instantly. 

Immediately the laughter stopped, Nicte bowing and opening her hands to her king while Thulile watched the mutant cautiously. Namor hovered over the surface, nodding to Nicte in acknowledgement with a smirk. 

“Don’t let me end your fun,” Namor said. “You may leave us, Nicte, thank you.” 

Nicte bowed her head before jumping to her feet and shuffling away back through the caves. Thulile didn’t show her fear, but kept herself calm as he came closer, his feet gently landing next to her. With a grunt, Namor sat next to her, letting out a sigh, throwing his head back. She couldn’t stop her eyes from running over his body, how the water bead across his rippled muscles, how his chest would rise and fall. He ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back before joining her dissecting gaze. She didn’t even flinch under his intense gaze, simply rivaling him. 

“Ah, someone doesn’t look like a scared mouse anymore,” Namor smiled, “what’s gotten you so courageous, chan.”

Thulile made a gesture with her hands, symbolling pen and paper. Namor chuckling. 

“We’re going to have to figure this out some time,” he smiled. 

She smiled, looking away as a blush scattered across her cheeks. But she couldn’t hide it from, reveling in her bashfulness. Namor scratched his neck, gathering up the courage to tap her shoulder. He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, causing her flinch. Thulile gulped, almost believing she saw hurt in those deep eyes. She raised her hands to hold herself, rubbing them as if to say “cold.” 

“Ah, right, my temperature is much colder compared to you land-dwellers,” Namor chuckled nervously. “Sorry.” 

Thulile shook her head as if to say “it’s fine” before Namor continued. 

“I want you to know that I wish no harm to come to you,” his gaze softened, “perhaps this is hard to believe, but I only wish to guarantee the freedom and safety of my people. I hope for your return to the surface, I am sure someone is waiting for your safe return.” 

Her eyes widened before letting out a nervous chuckle and shaking her head. It was Namor’s turn to be shocked, leaning a hand on his knee. How could that be? No one would welcome her home into their loving arms, back into their bed- The thought made his heart beat quicker, now knowing that there would be no one to stand in his way. Well, other than the two being from completely different worlds, but this seemed like such a minute detail at this point. 

“What? No one?” He wanted to be sure. 

Thulile frowned, embarrassed before shaking her head “no.” Namor couldn’t hide his glee.

“Now that is criminal. Someone as beautiful as you should have a line of suitors asking for your hand. Those who don’t are fools, and those who will are lucky,” Namor smiled. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. What was he doing? Was he trying to break her defense, catch her off guard? She searched in his eyes for deceit, finding none. Thulile shook her head, pointing at him and mouthing the words “and you?”

Namor scoffed, “my love is for my people and my kingdom. I’m afraid there is not much left for a significant other.” 

Thulile’s gaze softened. The two were more similar than she thought. She had never thought of love while up there, her life too busy tracking down every threat that could come to Wakanda, never stopping to wonder if she would ever think of settling down like sister Nakia. From what she could see, her sister was happy living a more domestic life with her son, though she may have pictured it with T’Challa, fate was cruel to her. And even so, she did not resent the world for what it took from her. Thulile could not imagine feeling the same if the world did the same to her. 

  But her mind kept coming back to one constant, one question. What of this prophecy? Thulile jumped to her feet, rushing to the hut quickly. Namor blinked in shock at her sudden absence, watching her go for a moment before jumping to his feet and following her. A heavy feeling sank in his chest as he tried to catch up to her. Had he offended her with his unfiltered words? It wasn’t his intention of course, but he felt he had seriously overstepped his bounds and wanted desperately to correct his mistake. 

Namor pushed the curtain aside, watching as Thulile marched over to his murals, passing them by until she reached the one that was shrouded by a curtain. Namor’s breath caught in his throat as he stepped forward quickly, his hand reaching out for her.

“Don’t-!”

Thulile ripped the curtain down without hesitation, revealing the beautifully painted mural underneath. She stepped back to admire it totally, taking the delicate paint strokes of blues, golds and purples. She studied it for a moment. There were blue people, Talokanil she could tell, with her hands by their mouths and their gazes cast up to their king adorned in ceremonial headdress. He held his arms up, his gaze too cast up to another figure. This one was ambiguous, with no discernable features. But even so, light rays emitted from her and shone down the king and his people. This was it. The prophecy. 

Thulile let out a shaky breath before turning back to Namor who frowned, his expression almost disappointed. She pointed to the painted figure before mouthing the word: 

“Who.”

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Hey sis! Tchalla’s outside daughter is soo great. I’m so ready for the next update...unless I missed it

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My fear that Natasha Romanoff sacrifices herself so that Steve survives intensifies.

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[taterjoseph]

Nobody know,

I fuck with him on the low.

We never show up together

But I text him when I’m ready to go

Leah Jones bopped her head as she pulled up at her Uncle Mike’s house, Megan Thee Stallion blasting from the windows of her River as she pulled into the garage. It was her favorite song to date, and she played it everywhere she went. It had gotten to the point where people knew it was her whenever they heard it.

“Ayye!” She burst into laughter as she watched her fifty-year-old aunt jokingly twerk in front of her husband as he shook his head in amusement. Climbing out the car, she heard her name called from several different directions at once. She always knew she was blessed to have such a large black family, but that could be very difficult. Like now, she didn’t even know who she was gonna go towards first.

“Kinfooooolk!” She turned sharply, making eye contact with her cousin, Rodney. Resisting the urge to both roll her eyes and flee, she accepted his hug, squeezing him tightly.

All Rodney did was beg, and she didn’t see why because the nigga had checks. Military, social security, retirement, alimony from a rich ex-wife, injury on the job, lawsuit settlements, you name it, he had it. He would rather sit on cash and spend everyone else’s money than do something for himself and spent his own money. Fifteen minutes and an, “I got you cousin,” later, she was out of $50 and on her way to say hello to her Big Mama and her grandmother.

“Hey, Big Mama,” she said, kissing the older woman on the cheek before moving onto her grandmother.

“You must’ve felt me talking about yo fat ass. How you gone speak to Rodney fonkey ass fo you speak to me heifer? I’m bout half broke down but I’ll still whoop yo ass.” She laughed loudly at the woman’s statement, feeling her place a kiss on her forehead. She was blessed to have her Big Mama still sitting there, 97 years old and still as sharp as a tack. Once she left the group, she was swarmed by her cousins, older and younger alike, the group seeming to move as one, all finding their place under her uncle’s giant tree.

“Girl where is Lamar?” She rolled her eyes as she sat down next to her cousin Tiffany, pulling her hair out of her face. Lamar was her ex and she was glad for it. That man made her life hell for six years and it took her six years to see it. She drew the line when she caught him tampering with her birth control, and threw him out after delivering swift justice with a baseball bat. Her next-door neighbor damn near applauded when she began tossing his things over the railing of “their” apartment.

“Lamar ass is no longer in my life, and I know I said it plenty of times before, but I have never felt more sure of myself than right now.” Tiffany smiled, rubbing her cousin’s arm in sympathy. She knew that despite how much of an asshole he was, Leah loved Lamar and would’ve given him the world if he’d asked for it.

“Well I’m glad you got rid of that nothin ass nigga. He came here last month and I was about to shoot his ass.” She laughed as she remembered the spades game gone wrong. Lamar was caught cheating and then tried to fight her dad, which resulted in him getting jumped by Leah, her brother, and her mama. Looking back on it, it was funny, but at that moment, it wasn’t. Her cousin, Mayno, offered to shoot him while he was walking her to her car.

A little more time of sitting under the tree and dancing with the family, it was almost time to eat and people were really starting to arrive. Leah and her mother were talking as she braided her niece’s hair. It was about her plans as far as moving was concerned. She loved her apartment, loved her neighbors, but it felt like Lamar had tainted the space and she wasn’t going to keep living there, so she was looking into something she had considered for a long time, having her own house built.

“Hey y’all.” She looked up from her conversation to see a face she hadn’t seen in a long time. She could remember it almost as if it were yesterday, and not eight months ago. Her mother offered him a word and a smile, but she stood to give him a hug. She hadn’t heard from him at all since she’d announced her engagement to Lamar and it often made her sad to hear about how he always “just left” or “couldn’t make it”.

The way his arms wrapped around her nearly made her stomach tie itself in knots, making her take a deep breath to calm herself, only to be filled with his scent. Polo Red, just like she remembered. Prying herself away, she sat down, feeling her mother’s eyes on her.

“Hey Erik, Baby!” She and her mother laughed as her Big Mama switched over to where the three of them stood, wrapping her arms around his waist and peering up at him. He didn’t even break eye contact with Leah as he leaned down and pulled the older woman into his arms, kissing her in the cheek. The older woman laughed, patting his shoulder. “Boy, you almost had me hot and bothered.” A chorus of Big Mama!’s and Mama!s filled the yard, Leah shaking her head at the older woman’s antics.

“Lee you planning on braiding my shit when you finish working a miracle on Ashanti big ass head?” The thirteen-year-old swatted at him, talking about how her head wasn’t as big as his. He chuckled, falling into the seat next to her and giving her his best puppy dog eyes, causing her to roll her orb.

“She good. YO nappy ass head, on the other hand,” she trailed, splitting a section of hair into two. Ashanti hissed as the hand she reached up to “scratch” which was popped by the comb. Listening to him smack his teeth, she continued, finally finishing the last ten braids of her niece’s hair. Stretching her arms over her head, she saw Erik with a heaping plate of food and a bottle of Hennessy, nodding his head towards the front of her uncle’s house. Standing, she followed him, ignoring her mother and aunt making kissing noises behind her.

“Look who decided to hang out with the big dogs.” she rolled her eyes as she climbed up the four steps leading to her aunt and uncle’s front door, taking a seat at the top while he sat on the middle step. She watched as he rearranged his plate and his bottle so that she could sit comfortably before leaning back, looking up at her.

”Boy if you don't shut the hell up,” she said, reaching down and grabbing her rat tail comb off of the step beside her, getting at working on taking down his braids. Ever since he decided to get dreads, she was the one to take care of him, and she guessed he was a few months into restarting them. They weren't twisted well, and it looked like multiple people had been doing them, judging from the odd way they were twisted. Sighing, she shook her head, continuing on her way.

”What’s wrong?” She contemplated her answer before fully voicing her opinion. If it were her hair, she would cut it before it got too long. He had a good amount of new growth and his hair was healthy. But she also understood the attachment. Black hair was sacred, and to suggest he cut it just because it wasn't aesthetically perfect could go many ways.

Thankfully, he didn't take it any wrong way. In fact, he asked her if she would cut his hair. She was rendered speechless by the sheer amount of trust that he had just freely given her. Not even letting her refuse, he stood, opening the door and going inside, heading up the stairs towards her aunt and uncle’s bathroom, where she'd cut a huge plug in his head whilst using him as a guinea pig for cosmetology school after she’d dropped out of high school at sixteen to get a job. At the time, her dream was to open her own salon, and with time, that dream had come true. Now, she owned three salons and barber shops in the community and used her profits to buy and flip houses.

The snip of the scissors in her hands continued as she moved around him, careful not to mess up anything. She didn't care how many clients shed had, she always wanted them to look good. Whether it was braiding hair in her mom’s garage or cutting hair at the shelter, everyone got quality customer service.

”Damn, Lee you can relax.” She ignored him, eying his hair as she envisioned exactly what she wanted to do. He still had enough new growth to braid, so he could still get braids and all she really had to do was shape him up. Nodding, she made her way over towards the shower, reaching up to grab her aunt’s shampoo and conditioner and making her way back over to where he sat.

Washing, conditioning, and relining his hair was a but therapeutic for her. Being more business oriented as time went on, she couldn't even remember the last time she put in hours at either of her shops or salons. Soghing, she got to work at braiding his hair and before she knew it, she was done and he was fast asleep, snoring like it was no one’s business. She used that time to clean up all the excess hair before dragging his sleepybass down the stairs to lay him across the couch.

Before she could turn to head back outside, his hand gripped her wrist, pulling her forwards before she fell flat on his chest, his chuckle filling her ears. Rolling her eyes, she yawned, feeling him pull her closer to him. That is how her grandmother, mother, and aunt found them a few hours later, the two of them awakened by the flashes of the cameras in front of them.

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