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ctrlsznwrites · 1 year

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to wakanda

summary. after not hearing from her older brother for months, she has a few visitors at her doorstep. pairing. erik 'killmonger' stevens x aniya stevens [sibling!oc] author's note. i'm redoing this series to update it, so show me some love and hopefully i can get some new material out soon. word count. 1.23k

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Aniya was sitting in her apartment on a hot summer night in Oakland, watching the first reruns of Chicago Med. Her mind hadn’t been at rest since the last time she heard form her brother after he killed Claw before making his way to Wakanda. Letting out a deep sigh she continued to focus on the tv show while eating her ice cream. When the drink she had on her coffee stable started to shake, sitting up from her previous position. Reaching for the remote, she muted the television trying to pay close attention to the sounds from outside her apartment.

Moving quietly, she set her ice cream down on the coffee table, when there was a knock at her door. Cursing under her breathe she quickly got the gun she keeps taped under her coffee table, making her way to the door. Aniya cocked the gun taking a deep breathe before opening the door to only be met with the Dora Milaje.

Much to her dismay, she fixed her glasses on her face before pulling her lower lips to show her mark before letting the women in. Soon enough the Black Panther followed behind them, Aniya watched as the five people made their way into her home judging her surroundings. She quickly checked the hall one last time before closing the door and locking it.

“Just give me on moment, I’m gonna put this away and we can talk about why you’re here and how you even know I exist.” Walking away before anyone could answer.

Aniya’s mind was racing as she packed away her gun, how they found her. Was it because of Erik? Was he okay? And why after all this time are they just now coming to see her? What could have happened to warrant this surprise and completely unwelcome visit.

Making her way form her coat closet in the hallway of her unit, she made her way back into the living room to see the Dora standing around her cousin who was sitting on her couch. An unpleased scuff left her mouth as she took in the whole scene in front of her.

“Excuse me your highness, I don’t know how they raised you where your from. But you speak before you take a seat in someone’s home here.” She spoke abruptly sitting across from him.

T’Challa’s face morphed into one of shock standing quickly not wanting to make this difficult trip any worse. This caused Aniya to chuckle before extending her hand for him to sit again.

“Now, what do I owe this pleasure to? Came to make nice with the traitors other love child?” T’Challa could not only hear the sarcasm that dripped from her voice but also the hurt.

“N’Jadka has requested you presence in Wakanda, he only recently made us aware of you.”

Aniya let out a chuckle of disbelief before looking him up and down. “So, let me just make this make sense for me, just bear with me please. After not hearing from the only living relative I have left, for five almost six months. He all of a sudden wants me to just drop everything I have going for myself to join him in the country to which killed me father? He can kiss my ass, and I mean that.”

Sitting back on her seat for a moment, she bit her lip trying to keep the tears at bay realizing there has to be a reason as to why it took him so long to reach out to her. And there is a reason he wants her to be with him.

Rubbing her hands up and down her face to dry her tears before trying to make sense of everything. “Alright, I’ll go but first tell me why after five months reached out for me now. And not when he got there? What happened?”

T’Challa watched as he saw the resolve of his little cousin break, seeing that she felt as if she was abandoned by her family, especially the only family she knew personally. His heart hurt for everything she went through the last few months, knowing what her brother did and the reason why she feels the way she does.

“Well for starters his entrance into Wakanda…” T’Challa went on to tell Aniya about what happened once her older brother made his way into Wakanda. As he told her about Erik dying and being revived she fell into complete hysterics knowing that once he woke up he didn’t have family with him.

Along with the fact that he could’ve been dead forever and she wouldn’t have known, not being able to put his body to rest. Learning about everything he went through and that he was willing to leave her by herself just didn’t sit right with her. It honestly broke her spirit in a way she didn’t even expect.

Aniya let out a sigh as she moved her hands up and down her face. “So, did you know about me after he was hospitalized, or did he tell you after he woke up?”

“We found out about you after he was hospitalized, but before we could reach out to you he woke up and wanted for you to be there when he was ready.”

Aniya nodded clasping her hands open and closed in anger that her brother didn’t want her to be there for him. “Give me an hour and I’ll be ready.” Getting up she took her almost now melted ice cream, putting it in the freezer.

As she walked to her room grabbed her suitcase, while picking out clothes she saw her reflection in her mirror. Her hand went to her necklace, it was the only thing she had of her mother. It was a necklace her father gave her before he died, and her mother gave her the necklace before she died 15 years ago.

Sniffling she looked away and continued to pack trying not to think about the fact that Erik was willing to leave her alone in this world knowing he was the only real family she had. They had gone through everything together and she didn’t even know the real reason he went to Wakanda.

“I swear to god when I see that nigga it’s on sight.” She mumbled to herself as she finished zipping up her bag.

Slipping on a pair of vans, she grabbed a few more things before making her way to the front where her three unexpected guests were. Nodding, she signaled she was ready to go. They continued their way to the roof after she had locked up her apartment.

They all boarded the aircraft where there was a beyond awkward silence. Looking around she saw how advanced everything was and now she understood why her father betrayed his country. They got to live in a utopia without worrying while her people were dying for just existing. She scuffed feeling this bubble of anger sit in her chest that she had to deal with her best friend being shot in front of her while her cousins didn’t have to worry about living to see the next day.

“Is something wrong?” A Dora asked looking over her shoulder.

Aniya shook her head no, deciding she didn’t trust herself not to snap at the older woman. Closing her eyes, she leaned into her seat trying to relax, she was finally going to Wakanda.

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cancerianprincess · 5 years

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“Birkin Bag” (7)

|Part Six|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Blood Mention(s), Violence

A/N: This shit gets a little gory at the end so *BEWARE*

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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Even from the entryway, you could see Trey’s body begin to tremble at the sound of your voice. Stepping into what was now your evil lair, you signaled for Erik to follow, silently mouthing for him to follow your lead as the plan was set into motion.

“What up, pussy! Miss me?” You twisted your hips going further into the room as your voiced gradually darkened, “Or at least pretend to? Because, you know, that’s what you seem to do best, apparently.”

His eyes practically gouged out of his head, speaking a mix of fury and panic that his gagged mouth currently couldn’t. Still though, Trey loudly muffled out something incoherent through the white rag against his lips. “Mmphmfm!”

“What?” You snatched the cloth away from his mouth. “Don’t nobody know what you saying, speak English.”

“-AID LET ME GO, YOU STUPID ASS BITCH ‘FORE I K-”

But the empty threat was cut short when your left backhand thwacked across the side of Trey’s face.

“Wrong answer, bitch.” You immediately tied the bandana back around while Erik blatantly snickered under his breath in the background. Peering deviously over your shoulder at the source of the laughter you asked, “Oh you think that’s funny? You shoulda been here for the beat down me, Rodney, and Ray Ray gave this nigga. Ain’t that right?”

Trey did nothing but blink at you furiously, beads of sweat making his forehead glisten.

“I mean, then again, it was only fair. What, with all the trouble you put me and my friend Mr. Stevens over here through.” At this point you had begun circling around your victim like a vulture painstakingly slow. “But seeing as to how you made me spend weeks searching for yo’ ass, some of those injuries were thrown in as...compound interest.”

And plenty of contusions there were. It was only right you gave back every scrape, cut, and bruise that horrible trio had given to Erik when they had him tied up here a month ago. The swollen eye, busted lip, and endless trails of blood falling from various places were evident of that.

“You didn’t make it easy for me, though, Stokely, I’ll give you that.” The false praise fell from your lips in a chuckle, half sarcastic, half genuine.

“Wait,” Erik interjected, being pulled from the trance of watching you playing with your food. “Stokely...why does that name sound so familiar?”

The wicked grin that’d been playing at your lips, per waving one of your knives dangerously close to your captive’s face, officially broke free at the ex mercenary’s speculation.

“Probably because it’s the name attached to the warehouse where this urchin and his cronies held you, i.e. the one we’re currently standing in.”

Erik nodded in acknowledgement, but his furrowed brow gave away that wasn’t the lightbulb he was looking for.

“Or maybe because it was part of the signature on the baby’s death certificate, when it supposedly should’ve been ‘Stevens’.”

Ah, there it was.

“Come again?” Though Erik had managed to keep his relatively cool demeanor, it was still evident that the piece of news had thrown him for a loop. He continued blinking repeatedly at you as if it would change what he heard. “What do you mean ‘supposedly’?”

“You were right about Lynda being pregnant when you shot her; the ultrasound they showed you was proof of that,” you remarked. “But that didn’t necessarily mean she was carrying your baby. Isn’t that right, Trey?” Both Erik and Trey’s head perked up simultaneously, and when the latter began shaking like a stripper, Erik’s wild eyes bore straight into him while speaking directly to you. “Go on.”

You knew the royal to be no dummy, at least when it mattered that is, but you could also tell he wanted to be sure of what you were getting at as well.

“It seems as though Lynda was trying to have her cake and eat it, too. She wanted herself a piece of the legendary ‘Erik Stevens’ just like every other girl at MIT, but once she got it, she just couldn’t seem to let go of her high school sweetheart over there.”

“So what you’re saying is that-”

“Trey was really the one who got the girl pregnant and not you?” You picked up the rest of his sentence, sparing him of having to finish it. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Why else do you think Little Miss Lynda was holding out on you all that time and then magically wanted to jump your bones? She wasn’t about miss out on securing that bag for her family,” you disclosed, whipping your gaze back to Trey trembling in his chair. You were confused when his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Until you felt Erik remove the pistol from your hand while breezing past you.

“Erik, wait, I wasn’t done ex-”

“Hold that thought.”

The former shell of Killmonger marched straight up to Trey and planted a bullet right in his left kneecap, forcing the loudest stifled shriek in all existence to sound through the room.

“That’s for making me think I murdered my unborn child.”

The combination of his act and words sent a tremble down your own spine, regardless of you both being on the same team, but it also put a twinkle of admiration in your eye, and strangely a spark of desire below your stomach. Luckily, Erik had only discovered one of the two as he went back to address you.

“What? Auntie said no more ‘murderous rampages’ so better to put a bullet there than through his brain,” Erik shrugged, followed by a right hook to Trey’s jaw to shut him up. “Now,” he breathed, dimple chasing the dark aura away quickly as it’d come. “You were saying?”

“I was saying,” you deadpanned, pinching the bridge of your nose at his block-headed ass. “That my head was spinning a million miles a minute after all the shit went down that night, so I started breaking it all down, play by play. And that’s when it hit me.”

Erik only blinked in anticipation.

“Remember everything I told you on the drive over? And what Tracee said about Trey not really ‘loving me’? Well she was right.”

Trey’s cries cut through the room, once again, just as fast as your knife landed deep in his bicep.

“Not that I wanted that weak ass shit from you anyway,” you spit, squinting at him in fury. You wanted to do much more than that, but your best friend’s pulled you back into focus.

“Relax, baby girl,” Erik cooed, sensing the flare of your bloodlust. “I’m still in need of some clarification here.”

You inhaled a deep breath upon realizing that he was right. Killing Trey could wait just a few more moments so you dove back in, picking up where you left off.

“Right. It made sense as to why Tracee and Jay wanted revenge against you; they were Lynda’s older sister and best friend. But recalling Tracee’s little slip up, it was only a matter of time before I put two and two together about those conniving little love birds. Though I don’t really think that’s my secret to tell, now is it?”

Creeping back over to the prisoner, you twisted the blade buried in his muscle while stooping to stare him in the eye.

“You listen here and listen good,” you threatened Trey. “It’s already been decided that you’re definitely not going to leave out of this room alive so unless you want to make dying any more pain than I planned for it to be, I suggest the words spoken in your final hour be nothing but the truth. Got me?”

You snatched the cloth from his mouth a second time once the groans of pain subsided, but kept your grip on the weapon in case the memo hadn’t been fully received.

“Alright, fine,” Trey panted out at last. “Lynda was my ol’ lady, so what?! Had been since we was fourteen. We grew up together-all of us did. Me, her, Tee, and Jay; couldn’t nobody come between us. Until yo pretty boy ass decided you just couldn’t stay away from my girl.”

“Aye, ain’t my fault she wanted to upgrade,” Erik bit back. “She came onto me.”

“Yeah, but the grass ain’t always greener, is it?. Sure she was feeling you for a quick lil’ minute, but ‘breaks’ don’t always mean ‘break-ups’.”

A grimey smirk formed at Trey’s mouth, beginning to feel himself courtesy of the sense of pride budding in his chest. “Me and her was going at it cause all she wanted to do was be on her Tomb Raider shit, but it wasn’t long before she was back to calling me ‘Daddy’-AGHHH!”

His spiel was interrupted by the curve of your wrist, bringing about more pain and blood from the wound.

“I don’t think I said anything about adding your irrelevant and grotesque commentary,” you sneered from behind him. “Keep going, and be sure to stick to script, please and thanks.”

Trey scowled and sighed in frustration, but did as he was told and continued telling on himself.

“It had been some months since me and Lynn had spoken since that particular falling out, so I suppose that’s when she starting kicking in with you in the meantime,” Trey concluded, the disgust evident in his voice. “But then I hit her up one weekend, told her I was coming that way to work shit out and wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. We talked about a lot that night, and needless to say some shit went down when we met up.”

With every new piece of information Trey dished out, you stole a glance at your homeboy to see how he was processing it all. He was simply shaking his head and casting an ironic grin that flashed his gold fronts. “Breezy always said these hoes ain’t loyal,” he recited, quoting the well known R&B hit.

“Anyway,” the deviant mocha man went on, rolling his eyes. “Lynda and I kept in touch on the low after that, but a few weeks later she sent me a text saying she was positive she was pregnant. At first she was panicking, worrying about your reaction and how it might throw a wrench in the scheme y’all had going with that Klaue dude, especially y’all hadn’t slept together yet.”

“And lemme guess,” Erik cut it. “That’s when you told her to try and start hopping all on my dick?”

Trey clapped back harshly, trying to establish his dominance for whatever reason. “You damn skippy I did! She told me about your master plan for heading to Wakanda, so I told her to stick it out, act like everything was still normal. The second you took over she was gonna tell you about the pregnancy; play the whole ‘heir to the throne’ card. Wasn’t no point in missing out all the wealth one measly little job had to offer.”

It was your turn to finally speak up now. “Yeah, and how well did that work out for y’all Jokey and Harley wannabe headasses?”

Obviously Trey didn’t take a liking whatsoever to your taunting, so he began to go off when you rounded out to face him again. “REAL FUCKING WELL UNTIL YOUR BITCH ASS BOYFRIEND PUT A BULLET IN MY GIRL’S CHEST!!! Me and Lynn coulda had it all made, but HE took it away when he murdered her. So when that king announced the start of all their outreach shit with him overseeing it all,” his voice growing colder, tears in the brim of his eyes, “I knew that was my chance. It took months of plotting, and waiting, but once Stevens was back in town, it was only a matter of time till he learned who I was.”

The hurt that was apparent in his face almost made you feel sorry for him. Though you didn’t find his actions anywhere near justifiable, this was the first time you realized how big of a loss it was for him to lose the love of his life, and child, so tragically.

“And now that Lynda’s gone, and this whole thing caved in on your head, you don’t have anything left to show for it. Do you?”

Trey drew in a sharp breath attempting to draw back the water beading in his eyes, erasing the agony that had threatened to break free. “Maybe not,” he begun maniacally. “But at least I got to dig in them guts for a while to keep you away from golden boy over there, hm sweet cheeks?”

“Excuse you??”

When those words hit your ears, you felt that familiar snap pop off somewhere deep inside your psyche. How dare this nigga have the audacity to even utter something so ignorant and crude, like you needed a reminder that you’d given him access to such a vulnerable part of yourself. Not knowing if it hit a nerve because you dared to sympathize for him a few seconds ago, or because it was brought to your attention yet again how stupid you felt for being used, it had been the final nail in Trey’s coffin either way.

Erik had been silently watching the exchange all the while, and though highly tempted to yank all of Trey’s teeth out due to the disrespectful comment, he could see he had to reign you in quick, fast, and in a hurry.

“Aniya-”

“Nah, E,” you declared chillingly calm, smiling as your tongue ran along the space between teeth and gums. “It’s all good.”

Your fingers flexed tightly around the grip of your gun, and with one lighting fast motion, you were knocking directly into the middle of Trey’s face before any of you really knew it.

“BECAUSE THAT’S FOR THE RUDE ASS SHIT THAT JUST CAME OUT YOUR MOUTH!”

“THAT’S FOR USING ME AND MAKING ME LOOK DUMB!”

“THIS ONE WAS FOR PIMPING OUT YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND LIKE SHE WASN’T WORTH A DAMN!

“THAT ONE WAS FOR PLOTTING AGAINST MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND!”

“AND THAT WAS FOR TRYING TO TAKE HIM AWAY FOR ME AFTER I ALMOST LOST HIM ONCE ALREADY!”

The hits just came rolling in, one after another and another, driven by all the rage and pent up emotion you had been harboring for entirely too long. Truth be told if it wasn’t for Erik overpowering the now bloody weapon from your hand, you probably would’ve kept at it until who knows when. Fortunately though, he restrained you from behind, stopping you in the midst of your last swing.

“Hey-look, hey, shh. I gotchu now, hey, it’s all good, I’m here.” He steadily swayed the two of you back and forth until he felt you drift somewhat back to reality. It took a minute, your eyes glued Trey’s now disfigured, and lifeless, head that was bashed in and bludgeoned in all sorts of places. You took a moment or two more to calm yourself, feeling the warmth of fresh blood splattered across your face and clothes.

Erik let go once he felt you beginning to uncurl from underneath him. He knew for a fact that you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty, but still awaited your next direction, aware you were still reeling from the deed you’d just committed. Back erect once more and shoulders squared evenly, you instructed your sidekick of the next move without turning around one inch.

“Help me get him and the rest of this junk down to the basement,” you enunciated with a robotic like tone. “There’s an incinerator we passed on the way in.”

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 2 years

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The Professor Part.7 (SNIPPET)

A/N: Guys don’t hate me I know this has been a VERY long time coming but I didn’t forget about my Professor lovers I got you! I was hit with major writer’s block for months but I’m back and better than ever! The full part is almost done but I couldn’t wait to share this little snippet with you guys I hope you like it. Also, this isn’t edited yet so there might be some mistakes.

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Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.)

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His words hit hard. I had no idea he felt this way about me. It kind of made me want to be nice to him. Almost. I still had to teach him a lesson for trying to get back at me and I intended to do just that. I zapped him again and a frustrated hiss came from him. I giggled, seeing him getting all bothered was something that was very entertaining to me. He gives off this nonchalant and unbothered vibe in everyday life, but I was able to get under his skin and I knew it.

“Of course, I have a hold over you, have you seen me? You’d be dumb not to want me baby.”

“Aniya yo-”

I zapped him again before he could finish his sentence.

“Did I say you could speak?”. He shook his head no.

I went to the best and picked up the burgundy red shibari rope before turning back to him. I put my index finger under his chin, prompting him to stand up. He sighed as I walked around him allowing the rope to gently rub against his skin. The rope hit the floor with a light thud when I unraveled it. Once I had Erik securely tied to my liking, I tugged the rope to ensure there was no escape for him, before leading him to the bed and guiding him to sit down in the middle with his back resting on the headboard.

He didn’t protest when I placed the blindfold over his eyes. Stepping back I took a moment to admire my handy work. Seeing him sitting their hands and arms tied in front of him. I left his legs and feet free to give me easy access to his manhood. I must've been standing there silent for a good amount of time because he started to move his head around as if he were trying to decipher where in the room I had gone.

“Aniya?” He called out and waited for my response but there was none.

I let him sit for a moment more before walking to him and removing the hair tie that held his dreads in his signature hairstyle. I loved when they fell covering his face a little. It made him look less polished, less like a professor and it was also easier to pull them this way. I climbed onto the bed next to him, putting my face dangerously close to his. We were so close his breath was warm on my face. He must've sensed how close I was because he tried to kiss me. I pulled away, watching him move his head around searching for my lips. His chest heaved in and out with his heavy breath. It had been two weeks since the last time we had sex and I knew he was hungry for me. After waiting a moment, I did it again. He tried to be faster this time, hoping to steal a kiss with speed but I was prepared for it and dogged again.

TO BE CONTINUED ....

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cancerianprincess · 6 years

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Birkin Bag (4)

|Part Three|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Kidnap Mention(s), Violence

A/N: I apologize for this taking so long (because whew chile....life) but other than that...I hope you guys are still with this series especially after this part because y’all just might hate me afterwards and that you enjoy 🙂🙃🙂🙃

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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The silence that hung in the air was so excruciatingly thick, even a chainsaw would’ve had trouble slicing through it had it been a tangible object. It had been that way the entire ride back into the city, and remained like that even as you currently sat on the floor of your master bathroom, tending to Erik’s wounds. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, it was more of a matter of figuring out how you would go about navigating the debrief between you and your best friend.

Because, okay sure, you had gotten Erik out of the warehouse alive. And yeah, you showed that bootleg goon squad that you and yours were not to be fucked with. But at what cost did all those victories come with if it meant the strongest person you knew, appeared to be steadily unraveling right before your very eyes?

*******

“Nigga I thought I asked you a question.” Every word spoken was drenched in venom when an explanation for Trey’s presence wasn’t provided, causing a slight twitch in his smug demeanor, but not enough to allude to any sort of surrender.

“C’mon shawty don’t act like that. It’s been what…?” A beat. “Almost a year since I last saw you, and this the ‘hey’ I get?” The defeated shake of his head contradicted the dastardly chuckle that emitted lowly from his throat, rolling altogether to only make the taunting worse.

“Yeah, fucking ten months too soon,” you spat.

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Alright, so cue the record scratch. You and Trey hadn’t exactly ‘dated’, so technically he wasn’t your ex-boyfriend, but there was undoubtedly, and unfortunately, some history amongst the two of you. In all honesty, Trey was just some dude you had been smashing a while back and was tolerable enough to keep around from time to time. Though given the stunt he was presently pulling would make one think you and him had some Will-and-Jada type of love going on at one point.

Nevertheless though, neither a title or lackthereof had stopped the demented reject from being any less problematic, obviously given the situation at hand. Nor had it stopped you from bringing down Hell on Earth on him and his psychotic ass sidekick in order to rescue Erik from their clutches.

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Once you were positive you’d seen Jay take his last breath, you finally felt like you could release the one you’d been holding for the last two and a half days. The second you were sure that all signs of an immediate threat were gone, you practically tripped over your own two feet racing back to Erik. The distance between you and him seemed endless, almost mimicking those dramatic slow-mo scenes often seen in movies.

Zooming past Tracee’s motionless body sprawled across the cinder block floor, you reached Erik at last after what felt like centuries apart.

“Erik!?” you exclaimed trying to lull him from the comatose state he was in. “E, c’mon we gotta go, alright?? We gotta get you out of here, before he comes back, okay? Stevens, c’mon we gotta go, NOW!”

But whatever the reason, Erik seemed deaf to every word that left your lips. You ceased momentarily in your moderate slaps and shaking of trying to get his attention to cut Erik out the ropes that still had him bound to the chair. Once the last of the material gave way, the prince nearly fell to the floor instead of holding himself up, causing you to catch him just in the nick of time.

“Erik?! E, answer me! C’mon, N’Jadaka, pleaseee!”

Nothing was working, however. The broken man continued to stare straight through you with glossed over eyes as if you weren’t on your knees right in front of him, begging frantically for him to come back to reality.

For him to come back to you.

The very last attempt you gave was more for your benefit than Erik’s, and completely of the rhetorical nature. Cupping one side of his face, you searched for any readable sign that he couldn’t give verbally. With tears pooling in your eyes, you muttered softly in a voice beginning to crack with emotion, “Erik, baby...what did they do to you?”

Head dropping in defeat, you were about a millisecond away from throwing in the towel and opting to drag Erik out of the building by his shoulders-you were just that desperate. That was, until you felt a nudge against the palm of your hand.

“N-Niya?”

Erik had awoken from the self-induced trance and folded into your touch. Your gaze shot up at the sound of your dearest friend’s voice, and instantly came face-to-face with the sight of him finally peering at you rather than through you. A wave mixed of shock and relief briefly washed over you as you engulfed him in what might have qualified as the tightest bear hug in all of history.

If it wasn’t for him issuing a groggy “what’re you doing here”, you probably would’ve stayed wrapped around Erik forever over getting back to the mission at hand. Assisting him to his feet, you hoisted Erik up and draped one of his arms across your shoulders to support him as you guided both him and yourself out of the warehouse and towards the safety of your car.

*******

Erik flinched from the sting of the peroxide being applied to the cuts on his face, causing your focus to come back to the task. Your mind had gone into overdrive thinking about all that had just ensued, specifically what caused Erik to come back to his senses at the precise moment he did. Granted, it could’ve been the tender touch to his cheek and never before used pet name but I digress.

“Sorry,” you offered softly for being careless with his injuries.

Erik said nothing. He merely cut a glance your way prompting you that it was fine. But you felt otherwise. How was any factor of this situation fine, despite how big or small it was? The answer was simple: it wasn’t. As your former boy toy, Trey had been your responsibility, meaning that all of this was your fault.

Which is exactly why your mouth inadvertently started inducing an uncontrollable word vomit before your brain even knew what was happening.

“Erik, I am...so,so sorry,” you let out in a stifled sob. “F-For everything. For all of this. All of this is my fault. All that phony mess Trey was droning on about w-with you and Lynda, I should’ve known his ass was crazy. Even before then, when I started fucking with him I s-should’ve cut him off right after that. As soon as I realized he was je-”

The end of your sentence got snagged in your throat, causing Erik’s gaze to whip wildly to yours, searching your face with an expectant expression. Still, you caught and corrected yourself, quickly amending the broken statement. Before letting the thought get too far out in the open, you went on rambling so the subject didn’t have the opportunity to be tossed up for a separate debate.

“-as soon as I realized he had some real issues,” you went on. “I’m the one to blame for this happening to you. Them stalking you, snatching you from your place, abusing you; if you never became my best friend, none of this would be happe-”

“Aniya, stop it.”

Erik’s voice boomed off the bathroom walls more forcefully than he’d intended it to be, but either way he was successful in silencing you. He could tell by your long-winded spiel that you were you trying to act like the fluke in your words never transpired, and was willing to let it slide. But the minute you even suggested that his and your friendship had been the casualty among all this, he had to draw the line. He refused to let you believe you had to bear the burden of sins that weren’t yours. Sins from that had sprouted from his past.

“Listen,” he began. “Quit blaming yourself for what went down, alright? This was all on me, not you.”

“Erik, what? Cut it out,” you snipped at him, frustrated that he wasn’t allowing you take the responsibility that was supposedly yours. Dousing another cotton ball in the medical liquid, you made to resume caring for his contusions. “You weren’t the one sleeping with the nigga,” your voice gradually trailing off.

“Yeah?” Erik retorted bitterly. “Well you weren’t the one who murdered the woman carrying your unborn child.”

The words spoken made your whole body lurch to a halt. Your hand hung frozen, leaving the cotton ball suspended in mid-air. As many times as they had echoed in your skull in the short span of time, they just didn’t seem to register properly, the shock was that great. And it became increasingly evident that there was no lie told in what was said, given away by the rigid line Erik’s jaw had set into immediately after revealing what might have been his darkest secret to date.

Convinced it would never subside on its own, you eventually willed yourself to speak to be certain there was no mistake in what you heard.

But it only seemed to get worse when Erik affirmed it, through clenched teeth and staring straight ahead, by saying, “Lynda...she was two months pregnant when I shot her.”

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|Part Five|

~Taglist~

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“Birkin Bag” (5) *SNEAK PEEK*

Alright! Since BB is almost at its halfway mark in the series overall, and I’m nearly done with the end of Chapter 5 (and feeling mighty good about it), I figured I’d drop a lil somthing to hold you good folks over until I drop the whole thing which will hopefully be this weekend so fingers crossed 😬🤞🏾

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“Fuck,” Erik muttered, swiping his hand down his face. “Aye, Niya, that’s my bad. I really ain’t mean to g-”

“Know what?” you interrupted, throwing up the ‘save it’ hand. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. I ain’t even trippin’ on it.”

Your tongue clicked against your teeth, pausing to take somewhat of a calming breath before speaking again. One that was indeed needed, due to your lips beginning to twitch into that frightening smirk, which was a telltale sign of your crazy threatening to surface.

“Considering you forbid me from taking you to a hospital,” you started in a relatively cool tone, “I just thought I’d make sure all my efforts in, oh I don’t know-SAVING YOUR LIFE-didn’t go to waste because you were too stubborn to get your injuries treated, or at the very least eat something,” you scolded him.

By now Erik’s expression was one of regret, knowing that you were speaking nothing but the truth. You had stood by him faithfully over the years of your friendship, whether that meant standing in the position of right or wrong, and he was about to realize just how big of a toll that commitment had taken on you by the next and final statement of your lecture.

“But I mean, if you feel like you deserve to rot away in this room after what you did, then hey….go off, Killmonger.”

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How’d y’all feel about that lol? Don’t be afraid to leave me some asks about what you think is gonna happen 💋 or just asks in general, but ya know !

~Taglist~

@iamrheaspeaks @princesskillmonger @eriknutinthispoosy @wheredidallthedreamersgo @niggarachi15 @sonofnjobu @bidibidibombaclaat @muse-of-mbaku @turn-thy-paige @theunsweetenedtruth @chaneajoyyy @madamslayyy @mareethequeen @marvelpotterlove @ayellepea @another-imaginesblog @tiava143 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @allhailnjadaka @okoyesbabe @purple-apricots @youreadthatright @eriks-girl @halcyonscry @laketaj24 @bartierbakarimobisson

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Birkin Bag (3)

|Part Two|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Kidnap Mention(s), Violence

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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“We got movement on the sensors over at Stevens’ place,” Jay announced. He’d been in charge of monitoring the cameras they’d planted in the early stages of their operation. Tracee halted mid-swing at the news, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She looked to Trey, who was also relishing in the fact that their scheme was going according to plan.

“Well, what’re we waiting for then? Let’s send baby girl her invite to the party.” He nodded at Tracee, indicating that it was okay to pause in her task at hand. Though hesitant, she obeyed the order, releasing the death grip she’d had on the front of Erik’s shirt. Before heading over to send their demands to the girl now exploring the ransacked apartment, Tracee was caught by a firm but comforting hand.

“Don’t worry, Tee,” Trey reassured. “I’ll be sure to deliver the same level of enthusiasm in entertaining our guest of honor here while you handle that.” Faith restored after sizing him up one good time, Tracee continued on the to communications setup with a content smile on her face. A smile that derived from the sound of Trey’s footsteps echoing in the opposite direction, followed by the low grunt coming from Erik as Trey’s fist connected with his jaw.

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You sat in the driver’s seat, scoping out the parking lot of the abandoned warehouse. Adrenaline had been the sole reason you reached the secluded location a whole fourteen minutes ahead of the estimated arrival time, your foot rarely letting off the gas the entire way. However, with the drive being over an hour and some change away from the city, it wasn’t like you necessarily had time to spare. Eyes darting to the digital clock on your dash, you took note of the time: 11:17.

Enough time had passed already. You still had to make your way inside and find Erik so it was now or never to get moving. Shutting the car off, you pocketed the keys and reached for the clutch lying in the passenger’s seat, reviewing the instructions on its transformation for what had to be the millionth time.

Erik swiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “Are you done beating on me now? Because I still ain’t show you how to work the thing yet.”

Your own laughter died down as you furrowed your brow at him. “Show me how what works? The purse?” Your eyes fell to the bag still in your lap and then looked back to Erik.

“It’s a purse, E. I’m pretty sure I know how to use it. Put stuff in, carry it around, repeat,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah, so why is it buzzing then--and don’t say ‘because of the vibranium,’ either.”

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came to mind. Erik smirked at rendering you silent. “Exactly, so shut up and listen ‘cause this surprise ain’t gonna be as simple as the first one.”

He carefully explained to what to do; instructing you to grasp the handle firmly, actually mash the jaguar medallion with your thumb this time, and snap it out like a Frisbee when you were ready. You, still somewhat fried from the weed, glanced at him crazily trying to figure what the hell he had in store for you now. But Erik only nodded to give you the go ahead, so you merely shrugged and did as he said. What happened next looked like a scene straight out of a movie.

As the clutch launched forward, it started transforming right in the palm of your hand. The end result, was a highly advanced semi-automatic pistol, similar in color to the clutch that it had been only seconds ago. Careful not to set it off in the confined space, you turned it over repeatedly in your hands, examining every inch of it. Somewhere in the middle of doing so, you saw that one side of the gun’s handle bore the jungle cat pin, right where your thumb would rest in a normal grip. Still reeling in disbelief, you addressed Erik without taking your eyes from the weapon.

“Y-You got me a gun??”

“What the hell it look like, Niya?” Erik confirmed, flashing his canines. He watched your reaction with amusement, comparing it to that of a kid in a candy store.

“It’d be messed up for me to fight so hard in getting these sent out to the rest of the world and not even bring yo’ crazy, violent ass one back to have, too.”

“Hey! I am not violent nor crazy,” you denied. But Erik knew better. All he did was shoot you that ‘nigga please’ look of his, causing you to slightly change your tune. “I just...know how to properly channel my adrenaline at a moment’s notice when the situation calls for it.”

Erik only smacked his teeth. “Yeah okay, believe that bullshit if you want to, but I know you better than that. You know you a little messed up in the head just like I used to be and that’s exactly we became cool in the first place,” he retorted, tapping his temple.

“I’m sorry, but USED to be?” you challenged. “Nuh uh, don’t even try it. You may be doing good and all, but yo block headed ass still got a few screws loose up there, N’Jadaka.”

The exaggeration of his birth name made Erik’s head jerk wildly in your direction. “Aight lil girl,” he warned. “Better watch that mouth of yours.”

Despite the commanding tone he took, you couldn’t help but start cracking up again at knowing you’d get away with it, as you always did.

The buzz of your phone pulled you out of the daydream, and suddenly hurled you back to the harsh reality you were currently facing. Shelving your emotions with a shake of your head, you climbed out the vehicle and closed the door, checking the latest message that had come in.

‘Level 2, Workshop 4. Tick tock...your boy isn’t looking too good.’

Okay, so these bitches wanted to play. Like it wasn’t already enough that they’d taken Erik and done who knows what to him for whatever reason, but now they were mocking you?? In that split second, something inside you snapped. Not in an angry way, not in a emotional way; you’d skipped right over any of that.

At this point, you were lividt. So much so, that when you walked from your car to the side of the building, you looked squarely over top the rear entrance, and smiled calmly into the surveillance camera suspended over the door.

Because if it was games they were interesting in playing, you were going to show them that you weren’t a new player in the slightest.

You turned the knob and found it was unlocked, your arrival obviously expected. But while it may have been welcomed, didn’t necessarily mean it would be friendly. Though they may have been waiting a few floors above, your senses still remained razor sharp, inspecting the vast space as you searched for the elevator. While keeping an eye out for any unordinary movements among the abandoned auto parts littered everywhere, you successfully found it and mashed the button labeled ‘2’, initiating your ascent from the basement level. Your quick ride in the lift was spent securing the few weapons you possessed, ensuring they were well concealed but also easily accessible.

Dual pocket knives, one in the front pocket of your jeans while its twin was strategically hidden in the curly pineapple on your head, and the purse that would be preserved as a last resort, hanging on your right shoulder by its chain. As you loaded and cocked back the standardized gun that you, in fact, ended up retaining temporary custody of for Erik, his voice rang back in your head in regards to your own modified firearm.

“It operates just like any other one you’ve handled before,” he’d communicated.

“The pin only responds to your thumbprint so it’ll react to it right away. Just remember: click the jaguar once to activate the kinetic boost, twice to deactivate, and lastly, press and hold with the safety on to camouflage it back altogether.”

A jerk of the floor signified that you’d reached your destination, so you quickly double checked the safety of the pistol before the doors could open, stowing it carefully beneath your hoodie it wouldn’t accidentally blow your ass cheek off while tucked in the waistband of your pants.

“Once for kinetic, twice for traditional…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you stepped off the elevator, muttering the instructions back to yourself just to be certain they were ingrained in your memory. There were six doors in total, all evenly spaced out between the entry point and humongous floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor. Thanks to the moonlight shining through the glass overlook, you singled out the one you were focused on without needed to strain your eyes against the darkness.

‘Workshop 4.’ Second door on the right, as designated by the sign perched above its banister. Waiting no longer you approached the sliding door, steeling your nerves one last time as you latched around the handle to tug it back with all your might. And boy were you subconsciously glad for the brief preparation, because if not for it, the sight in front of you would’ve turned your world upside down.

You hadn’t even wrenched it halfway open before seeing a practically lifeless Erik, sitting near the middle of the room tied to a chair. Even with his head hung low you could gage that he had taken a real beating. Your face twisted up in despair, hand covering your mouth to keep from yelling out his name. If you weren’t so eager to check on the prince’s condition, your feet probably would have stayed glued at the entrance rather than tearing across the floor of the lair.

But before you could reach the spotlight Erik had been baking under, a baritone voice echoed from the direction in which you’d just come from.

“That’s far enough,” it said. “Hands where I can see ‘em.”

Your sprint halted to a few staggering steps, then quickly to a complete standstill. As first the rebel in you wanted to do the exact opposite, just reach open fire with Erik’s gun. Yet it soon became clear that wouldn’t be the smartest option when a warning shot was fired into the ceiling in response to your hesitation.

“I said,” he emphasized, “that’s far enough.”

Reluctantly complying much faster than previously, you gradually raised your arms to imitate a football goal, making no sudden movements as instinct advised. When it was determined that you were done acting up, heavy footsteps reverberated on the concrete, growing louder with every stride.

As the man rounded in front of you, his appearance was finally revealed under the light. The figure had deep mocha skin, and possessed girthy muscles essentially everywhere to compliment his height of at least six-foot seven. Still, his build didn’t intimidate you in the slightest, even as his eyes intensely raked over your body. Because although strength may have been his specific attribute, speed in this moment would be yours.

And his third mistake since meeting you, was assuming it would be enough to overpower you.

“GAHHHHH! YOU STUPID BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?!!?”

The second mistake, had been giving you an unauthorized pat down, and a rather poor one at that. Not that you would’ve permitted him to touch you anyway, but if done right then maybe he would have kept his eyes trained on you as he squatted to search your lower region. And maybe avoided the slash brought down through the eye with the blade stashed in your hair. But he didn’t. So instead he paid for his faults.

Which is why a broken arm and deep thrust to the thigh was compensation for mistake number one: blocking your view of Erik when that was the only thing your brain was focused on.

You bent down over the wailing stranger, leaning close for your petty side to speak in his ear.

“Might wanna leave that in there, big fella,” you mockingly referred to the knife still lodged in his leg. “‘Cause when I yank that knife out, that artery’s gonna empty in under two minutes and you’ll have bled out cold. So just keep it warm for me ‘til then, mkay?”

Winking at him, you gave him two little love taps to the unsliced side of his face and stood up straight once more. The sensation of satisfaction didn’t remain long though, ending when you whipped your gun out at cowboy speed, and aimed it at two new voices starting up behind you.

“Damn Trey, guess you was right about her,” one chuckled venomously. “She really ain’t nothing to play with.”

“What I tell you, Tee? Told you shawty not as innocent as she looks.”

The first voice was unfamiliar and came from a woman, whose left hand was fisted in Erik’s loose dreads, while the right had a switchblade pressed to his exposed neck. And that had you seething for more reasons than you could explain. However, the second voice was one you unfortunately recognized. The man emerged from the shadows and stood in the light next to the woman and over Erik, sadly confirming your suspicion and making your thumb click off the safety.

“‘The fuck are YOU doing here?” You spat at him, pupils dilating.

What the fuck was your ex doing there???

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|Part Four|

~Taglist~

@iamrheaspeaks @princesskillmonger @eriknutinthispoosy @youreadthatright @wheredidallthedreamersgo @sonofnjobu @bidibidibombaclaat @turn-thy-paige @theunsweetenedtruth @chaneajoyyy @marvelpotterlove @ayellepea @another-imaginesblog @pandigirl11 @tiava143 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @allhailnjadaka

#Erik Killmonger #erik x reader #erik killmonger imagine #birkin bag #u guessed it #mini series #n'jadaka #Wakanda #black panther #black panther imagines #Erik Stevens #fan fic #Aniya

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cancerianprincess · 6 years

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Birkin Bag (2)

|Part One|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Kidnap Mention(s), Mild Violence

Quick A/N: Didn’t plan on doing an OC, but still wanted ‘Reader’ to have a name, so you are Aniya, Aniya is you, & that’s “Y/N” for the series. That cool? Everybody got it? Aight bet 🙂👍🏾

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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“It’s been two days now, can’t we just kill him already?”

“No, stupid! Do you want to start an international incident?”

Erik could only roll his eyes at the bickering taking place in front of him. They couldn’t have possibly been professionals, because professionals never discussed business around their captive, or argue, to put it more accurately. Still, they weren’t totally inexperienced either, and that’s probably what pissed him off the most about this situation.

“Man whatever, I’m tired of this ‘being patient’ shit.”

“Well that’s what yo’ ass get for giving him the wrong injection! Ain’t nobody fault but yours he was out for a day and a half, we coulda been got somewhere with the operation.”

Him of all people, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens, Prince N’Jadaka of Wakanda, had been taken down in his own home. And even if it was late when he got home from the range with Aniya, he still should’ve sensed them from a mile away. Though he couldn’t be too hard on himself, because thanks to the big, burly, Harambe looking nigga in the corner, he had given him a run for his money in that fight. That dude was damn near bigger than M’Baku!

“Fuck the plan, I’m bout to just shoot this nigga right now.”

“Tee, put the gun away. What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”

Nevertheless, now wasn’t the time to think about that. Before the vaguely familiar woman could put a cap is his ass, Erik needed to concentrate on how to escape without breaking the promise to his aunt and cousins that he’d never go on another psychotic murderous rampage ever again.

“Please? Just one to the shoulder, that’s all I’m asking.” But Harambe wouldn’t give in to the whining.

“You heard what the man said, we gotta wait til she notices he’s really missing.”

His brain had been multitasking the entire time, dually focused on both the conversation and breaking free of his restraints, but when the word ‘she’ hit Erik’s ears, he only had to ponder for half a minute until it registered. There was only one female he was tight with that would think to immediately come to his aid in circumstances such as these.

‘It’s a trap.’

Alarm rapidly grew in the pit of Erik’s stomach, but he refused to let it show. He wasn’t sure how to make it happen, but if there was any chance to prevent Aniya from getting hurt, he would have to play it cool in trying to get the two captors to accidentally disclose pieces of their strategy to him.

“Aye...Aye!”

They turned around at his second shout, realizing that Erik was actually speaking to them now.

“Look, Jay, he’s finally talking to us,” the girl cooed, pretending to be honored. Her partner whipped to peer at her with a hint of panic. “How the hell you gon’ just throw my name out there like that, Tracee?”

She simply scoffed. “Bruh, you literally did the same thing to me, like just then.”

“And?” Jay shot back. “He been awake for a good minute now. Ain’t no telling what he already done heard.”

“Exactly. So stop bitching, aight? He gone be dead soon anywa-”

Erik cut into their dispute with an intentionally exaggerated laugh, which gave him precisely what he wanted.

“Yo, y’all funny,” he joked, drinking in their irritation expressions. Time to follow his asshole side with the playboy act. “Listen, y’all two real cute and allat, but say shawty, why don’t leave ol’ Magilla Gorilla over there alone and come talk to a real man?”

Tracee’s face fell blank for a second or two before brandishing a wicked grin that was semi-genuine. She retrieved something from the table they were working at and began stalking her way over to the chair Erik was strapped to.

“Yeah, gone head and cut me out these ropes, ma.”

He didn’t really except her to comply that easily, but if she got close enough, one good head butt would do the trick. All he’d have to then was get loose, grab the gun from her hip, and tag Big Boy one good time so he could dip.

But unfortunately for Erik, the woman advancing on him wasn’t about to let that happen in the slightest. Tracee knew if anything could weaken her prey, it was the file she held in her hand. Which is precisely why she threw it open in Erik’s lap after drawing her weapon, placing it to his temple. She nudged him with the barrel, silently prompting him to take a look at it.

“You know if I were you, I’d shut my mouth and open my eyes instead,” she purred. “Save as much energy as possible.”

Erik bore his daggers at her for another moment, but reluctantly did as he was told and inspected the image lying on the very top of the pile of paper.

“Because that smooth talking ain’t gonna get you far with me,” Tracee continued, her voice growing darker with each word she spoke. “Unlike it did with my sister, sadly.”

That’s when any sort of guard Erik had up began crumbling away.

He thought he recognized the crazy bitch towering over him, and when his gaze fell on the name at the top of the folder, he knew exactly how he knew her. Through clenched teeth Erik asked her, “‘The fuck is this?” His voice was low but the bass in it caused his barely audible question to be heard. Tracee responded with malicious snickering rather than an actual answer as she backed away from him slowly. Erik repeated himself again, only this time he roared it, finally tearing away from the black and white photo that was now burned into his memory.

Still the woman said nothing, merely flickered her eyes to a spot behind Erik to glance at the source that would rebuttal in her place.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to, homie.”

It was a third voice that Erik had yet to hear since waking up in the foreign location, but before he was even able to identify it the third stranger struck him with something blunt, delivering a hard blow that knocked Erik out cold.

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You felt something was up by the third day. Erik never missed a chance to taste your mom’s cooking, except for the rare cases when he was otherwise occupied. Even in those instances, he would always ask you to snag him a to-go plate to retrieve later on. So when he never showed up for dinner that Sunday afternoon without a heads up, it had been icing on the cake.

Granted, it wasn’t like the two of you constantly stayed up each other’s asses and talked every single day, but 72 hours of complete radio silence? No texts, no call, no stupid Snapchat, absolutely nothing. There hadn’t even been one single funny tweet sent to your DM’s and it just didn’t seem right. Plus, Erik’s fatass never turned down some good soul food, so after lumping two and two together, your better judgement was done taking the back seat. Something was definitely wrong.

“Your boyfriend not coming for dinner today, Aniya?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Ma,” you said, rolling your eyes at her obvious teasing. She merely smirked, thinking otherwise by how frequently you were checking your phone. You fed her the first sensible excuse that came to mind as an attempt to downplay it.

“The center has some kind of conference or something coming up, so they probably had Erik on call for the prep work. But because you’re so worried about him, I’ll go fix him a plate since he’s your ‘favorite child.’”

That had been several hours ago, the recent memory playing back of you ambling into the kitchen to mask your jittering leg. Now you were hurrying towards Erik’s front door, having practically sped over to his apartment the minute you reached your car. But after making the walk from the elevator, your hand stopped short of knocking, eyes alert once spotting that the door was already hanging open slightly. You inched it open a little further, tapping twice with your knuckles just in case anyone was still inside.

“Erik,” you called out. “Yo, you in here?”

No answer came so you proceeded to investigate with caution, but instantly felt a wave of queasiness bud in your stomach due to what you saw next.

Nearly everything in the main room of the two-bedroom had been trashed. The couch was slanted at an odd angle, no longer in its designated place, while both armchairs had been overturned on their sides. Shards of what used to be the glass coffee table laid scattered across the living room floor along with all the items it once held. There was even a rather large hole in the wall closest to the hallway. All clear signs that there’d been a struggle or fight of some kind.

As soon as shock loosened its grip on your body, panic took over and sent you searching through each section of the apartment, yelling for Erik the whole way. Your feet raced from room to room, your mind going twice as fast trying to piece together what could’ve possibly happened. None of them appeared to have been damaged; the kitchen, bathroom, home office, and Erik’s room all remained untouched, but unfortunately empty as well.

Returning to the starting point of your search, anxiety continued to flow through you as you placed your hands on your head, thoughts bouncing around like rapid fire.

“Who would attack Erik? And in his own house, at that? I mean, sure he’s done his fair share of wrong, but he’s been making up for it all since coming back from his first trip to Wakanda,” you thought.

No matter who was behind this or why, you knew you had to track them down quick before Erik relapsed back into his old ways, or worse. The list of enemies was potentially endless, with the outreach center opening and newest addition to the United Nations and all, but you figured you had to start somewhere. Right as you reached for your phone, racking your brain on where to even begin, it went off in your pocket. In fact, it buzzed continuously, signaling more than one new notification:

Unknown (3)

At first you raised a puzzled eyebrow at the screen, but given the circumstances decided to click on the messages rather swiping them away. When it opened the first thing you saw was a shared location, leaving you even more confused than just a few seconds ago. But when your gaze drifted up to the bubbles above it, confusion quickly evolved back into panic.

‘If you want your boyfriend back be at the old Stokely Warehouse by midnight. Come alone.’

The next one was even more grim than the first.

‘No cops or we put a bullet in his skull.’

You blinked at your phone several times, gradually letting your mind wrap around the seemingly unreal situation that was now at hand. You had to have been staring at it for a good bit, because you only zoned back into reality long after the device’s screen had went black.

And that’s when it all hit you like a ton of bricks.

Erik had really been taken by some mysterious ass goons.

Who had evidently been tracking his whereabouts.

Or the movements of the apartment at the very least. That had to be it, for it was the only way they could’ve known to send you the demand right then and there. And now they wanted you of all people to be the one to go and retrieve him.

But that was the question, though: why you? If it was money these people were after, you certainly didn’t have it. They should’ve hit up the Wakandan council for that; it wasn’t necessarily a secret anymore regarding their wealth, or Erik’s true identity, so demanding ransom from them would have made more sense.

None of that mattered now, though, because the bottom line was that your best friend was in danger. You registered the fact that Erik’s specific skill set would probably kick in and he’d off every last one of those dumbass bums, but instantly remembered that he was on a different path now. You were so proud of him for attempting to overcome all the traumas of his past and trying to shy away from the ‘Killmonger’ persona, and now who knew if this would trigger a setback for him? Just thinking about either dilemma and its following outcome was enough to launch your anger into overdrive.

You bolted from the loft, dialing a number while backtracking to your car. Starting the engine and reversing from the parking space in record time, you began leaving a voicemail for your boss when she didn’t answer. Not going into specifics, you simply spun a tale about some ‘family emergency’, knowing it would get you at least the next week off. That way, you’d have plenty of time to save your partner in crime and put the bitches in the dirt who’d started all this. Maybe ask questions first, if you felt like it.

But before any of that could happen, you zoomed through the night, shredding back to your place for a swift pit stop inside. Because if you were gonna do this, you would need the bag Erik had brought back for you from Wakanda.

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*Y’all I’m so sorry 😭😭 I know this one might have been a teeny bit long but it’s just how it ended up flowing but still, thanks as always for reading and sticking with it!! 💋”

|Part Three|

~Taglist~

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STEVENS STORIES MASTERLIST

— summary ⇝ aniya has always found it interesting how she’s been put in situations as the little sister of erik stevens. so, if someone tends to ask a question about what it was like to be his little sister. she lets them know!

— pairing ⇝ big brother!erik stevens x aniya stevens [ sibling!oc ]

— w.c ⇝ 3.48k

chapter one ⇝ to wakanda.

chapter two ⇝ annoying.

chapter three ⇝ bitches be bonkers.

#stevens stories masterlist #stevens stories #erik stevens fic #erik killmonger fic #e writes!#masterlists

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 5 years

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The Professor Pt.6

A/N: I didn’t feel like being extra while I was editing so thoughts are in italics. Also please leave comments and tell me what you thought of this part :)

Tags: @namelesslosers @blackchunkyqueen@panthergoddessbast @forbeautyandlife @cancerianprincess@shegoego @soulsparker @iamrheaspeaks @blq-gyal @ashrae720 @chaneajoyyy @loosewindmill @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @txmellayella @tiava143 @ohshititslezz @sheisexcellent @sydneebleu @blackpinup22 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @whoramilaje @izraahh1

Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Word Count: 1624

Erik gave his final notes and dismissed the class. As the students cleared the classroom I glanced over my shoulder and caught his eyes on me. He looked away quickly. I turned and walked to my next class knowing I left him thinking about me. I attended the remainder of my classes and ended my school day with a late dinner. Simone went back to the apartment to get some work done but I headed back to building C.

I made my way to Eriks classroom. I stopped my hand from opening the door when I heard more than one voice inside. I peeped through the window of the door and Ms. Cooper. I stepped to the side so as not to be seen. I watched them talk about who knows what for a couple of minutes. I could tell that she was flirting hard by the way she was batting her eyelashes and touching his thigh. The smile on his face didn't seem to mind, hell he looked like he was enjoying it. I couldn’t help the anger that started to bowl within me. I couldn’t hide my territorial nature. After about ten more minutes they stood up and walked toward the door. I thought about leaving but I wanted him to see me, wanted him to know that I had seen everything.

When he opened the door to allow her to walk out the expression on his face when he saw me was priceless. She gave me one of those fake teacher smiles. Her teeth were overly white, I could tell she’s had some work done. Her makeup was heavy and I’m not talking full glam beat heavy. I’m talking clay face I’ve never seen a beauty blender in my life heavy.

“Hello Ms.Cooper. You look very nice today. I love your makeup.” I said flashing her the same fake smile back.

“Oh thank you so much. I’m trying out a new foundation.”

It shows girl trust me. I thought to myself. As she turned back to Erik.

“It was nice talking to you Erik…”

Her eyes darted over to me as she had forgotten that I was there.

“I mean professor stevens.”

She made sure to touch his arm one more time before turning and walking away. The extra sway in her hips very apparent. Erik was extra careful not to look. I took a mental note of that. I made sure the hallway was clear before walking past him into the classroom. If he thought he was free to flirt and be a hoe, he made a sad mistake. He was mine and I was going to make sure he knew it.

“Hi Niya.”

I looked at him tilting my head to the side, remaining silent.

“Hey Erik how are you? That's usually how this conversation goes?”

Without a word, I made my way over to his desk bending over to expose my bright red panties underneath my dress. Slowly I pulled them over my round ass and down my legs. I hung them off of the table light he had and sat in his chair spreading my legs wide. He jolted to the door covering the window with his body.

“Have you lost your damn mind? Anyone could walk past and see you like that...exposed in my classroom. I could lose my job!”

He quickly lowered his tone not wanted any teachers or students to hear from the hallway. I giggled at the amount of panic he was displaying. I enjoyed playing with Erik, making him squirm. I knew he was used to always being the dominant one with a girl but not with me. I licked my fingers as he watched me closely.

“What are you doing?” He asked frantic.

I slid my hand down my body and rubbed my clit, moaning from the feeling.

“Are you crazy? Be quiet now!”

I raised an eyebrow at him. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? The bass in his voice only enraged me more. I rubbed myself faster moaning even louder than before.

“Erik yes like that!” I groaned

He almost gave himself whiplash trying to check the hallway to ensure no one heard me. I cackled. Seeing him freak out was hilarious.

“Niya stop please!” He begged.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up adjusting my clothes. Once I felt that I looked presentable I made my way over to the door he was still standing in front of. I smirked as I pushed him out of the way. Before I walked out the door I handed him a neatly folded piece of paper that read:

Meet me at the Ramada Hotel at 8.

Bring the panties with you.

I left a key for Erik at the front desk. When I heard the hotel room door unlock I couldn’t hold back my excitement. I waited for him to make his way to the bedroom. When he finally did he paused. I can only assume he was in awe of my black lacy lingerie that left little to the imagination.

“Do you like what you see?

“Niya we need to talk about what you did tod-“

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh….that’s not what I asked you. I said do...you...like...what...you...see?”

He let out a heavy sigh.

“Yes I do.”

“Good. Now get on your knees and crawl to me.”

He did as he was told with little resistance. When he was close enough, I placed my perfectly pedicured toes on his chest.

“You Erik sometimes I feel like your taking me for a joke and I don't like it. So now I have to teach you a lesson.”

He looked at me with a confused look on his face. Erik had a way of making me feel things I didn't usually feel like butterflies and shit and I didn’t like it one bit. I can honestly say that when I first laid eyes on him I thought I would have a way harder time getting him to let me be dominant but it was surprisingly easy. I thought about what kind of women he must’ve been with in the past and how he’d been with them and how it differed from how he acts with me. Oh hell no. Girl don’t even go there. Don’t invest to many emotions into him.

I shook my head to get out of my thoughts and reached back to grab my tazapper from the line of toys I had laid out on the bed, caressing it in my hands. I knew he had no idea what it was.

“Take your clothes off.” I said taking my foot from his chest.

I watched him strip and the way his skin glistened in the dim lighting made me want to do nasty unspeakable things to him. When he was completely naked. I walked circles around him admiring his body. I got to his back and without warning I zapped him on his lower back. He jumped in shock and I couldn’t hold back the belly laugh that came out of me. I took note of the fact that he remained silent even after I zapped him all over his body, never asking why I was doing this or what he did wrong. That let me know that not only did he know what he did wrong but he also knew not to question me further. So he is learning.

“I’ve been very lenient with you Erik but today...today was the last straw. Now tell me, what did you do to upset me?

ZAP!

“I was flirting with Linda.”

ZAP!

“WHO?”

“I mean Ms.Cooper!”

“Now tell me. Why would you do that knowing you belong to me? Huh? I know it's not because her looks because she could never look as good as me on her best day pooh.”

He looked down at me with a stern look on his face for a second I thought he might turn the tables and snatch me up throw me on the bed and take me.

“I did it to get back at you for what you did to me. I planned to get close to her maybe date her for a bit to get under your skin but you caught me and if im being fully honest you probably wouldn’t care anyway, it's clear you don’t feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

“How do you feel about me?” I asked genuinely wanting to know.

He inhaled deeply gathering his thoughts together before he gave his answer.

“I’ve never felt this way about any girl before. You have this control over me and I can’t explain it, you just do something to me.”

Continued in Pt.7

#killmonger #Erik Killmonger #the professor series #Erik Stevens #Sub!Erik #marvel series #killmonger smut #erik stevens smut #marvel smut

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 5 years

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The Professor Pt.6 Snippet

The Professor Pt.6

A/N: This is just a snippet to hold you guys over until I'm finished I know I took uber long with this one so I'm making it a bit longer for you guys. I didn’t feel like being extra while I was editing so thoughts are in italics. Also please leave comments and tell me what you thought of this part :)

Tags: @namelesslosers @blackchunkyqueen@panthergoddessbast @forbeautyandlife @cancerianprincess@shegoego @soulsparker @iamrheaspeaks @blq-gyal @ashrae720 @chaneajoyyy @loosewindmill @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @txmellayella @tiava143 @ohshititslezz @sheisexcellent @sydneebleu @blackpinup22 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @whoramilaje @izraahh1

Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

“Hello Ms.Cooper. You look very nice today. I love your makeup.” I said flashing her the same fake smile back.

“Oh thank you so much. I’m trying out a new foundation.”

It shows girl trust me. I thought to myself. As she turned back to Erik.

“It was nice talking to you Erik…”

Her eyes darted over to me as she had forgotten that I was there.

“I mean professor Stevens.”

“Hi Niya.”

I looked at him tilting my head to the side, remaining silent.

“Hey Erik how are you? That's usually how this conversation goes?”

“Have you lost your damn mind? Anyone could walk past and see you like that...exposed in my classroom. I could lose my job!”

#killmonger #Erik Stevens #erik killmonger smut #killmonger smut #the professor series #the professor #marvel smut #erik killmonger fandom

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 5 years

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The Professor Pt.5

Tags: @namelesslosers @blackchunkyqueen@panthergoddessbast @forbeautyandlife @cancerianprincess@shegoego @soulsparker @iamrheaspeaks @blq-gyal @ashrae720 @chaneajoyyy @loosewindmill @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @txmellayella @tiava143 @ohshititslezz@sheisexcellent @sydneebleu @blackpinup22 @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @whoramilaje

Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Word Count: (1.8k+)

My eyes blinked rapidly as I woke up, the pounding in my head was a reminder of what happened the night before. I grabbed my phone to see the time.

11:27AM

My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed and ran to Simone’s room. She was sitting at her desk watching a makeup tutorial on YouTube.

“Girl why didn’t you wake me up for class!?”

“Niya, I only woke up twenty minutes ago and plus my head is killing me there was no way I was going to any classes today. I knew you would be feeling it too so I let you sleep boo.”

I let out a heavy sigh placing my hands on my hips.

“I mean I guess that’s true. Ugh I hope we don’t miss anything important. Do you want some breakfast?”

“Oh, my God yes please. I would love some of your famous Belgian waffles.”

“Okay I got you.”

The smell of waffles, eggs and bacon filled the apartment and as I cooked I couldn’t help but think that us waking up late was some type of divine intervention because Erik’s class was the first of the day and I knew he would be pissed after the stunt I pulled at the party last night. When I finished, I called Simone for her meal and we ate and gossiped. Once we completed our meal we decided to get cleaned up make the most of the day and go to the mall. We shopped in forever 21, Victoria secret and we even popped into the nail salon to treat ourselves with new full sets. I got mine baby blue and Simone went with a nude color.

As I sat near the entrance of the salon waiting for Simone’s nails to dry I glanced around to see what was going on in the mall and I nearly shit myself at what I saw. Downstairs in the Nike there was Erik at the register buying a track suit and a pair of socks. I couldn’t deny the feeling of butterflies I felt in my stomach. Erik made me nervous but in a good kind of way. Simone tapping me on my shoulder shocked me put of my thoughts.

“Hey girl you ready to go?” I nodded yes

“Yea, but can we stop by the Nike store really quick I want to get that sweat shirt I’ve been looking at online.”

“For sure let’s go”

I made sure to stay out of Erik’s sight up until the last moment. We got there right when he left the store.

“Hey professor Stevens.” Simone called to him with a surprised grin on her face.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Oh, hey Simone...”

His focus shifted to me and I could see how hard he was trying to keep his cool. He knew he couldn’t snap on me in public and he damn sure couldn’t do it with my best friend right next to me.

“Aniya.”

“Hello.”

I giggled a little knowing it would make him even more upset. I wanted to see just how far I could push him. How much he could handle before he snapped. He made small talk with us before we parted ways. Just as Simone and I were about to leave the mall I told her to go on home without me so I could go back and get something I forgot. I waited until her uber was out of sight.

Me:

Meet me in the parking lot.

…

Erik:

He wasted no time coming out and I knew this would be and encounter to remember. There were a good amount of people entering and leaving the mall so I knew once again he couldn’t get on me out here either.

“How are you?” I asked in the most innocent voice that I could manage.

“How am I? What you mean how am I? I’m pissed the fuck off. You lucky all these people out here or I-“

“Or you’ll what?” I asked taking a step closer to him looking directly into his eyes.

Erik’s the kind of guy that’s used to getting his way all the time but not with me. I was going to show him just who was in charge here and I was going to make sure that he remembered it too.

“Take me to your car.”

He looked at me with a confused look on his face I tilted my head signaling to him I wasn’t going to say another word until I got what I wanted. He sighed and walked me to the car. The force of the door closing when Erik got in told me just how mad he was.

“So, you still gonna act like you didn’t do anything?”

I shifted in my seat to face him.

“I didn’t do anything.”

He chuckled in frustration, rubbing his beard.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck you mean you didn’t do anything? So, I didn’t call you and overhear you fucking some other dude? Come on Niya stop playing.”

I couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on my lips. Seeing him this upset was kind of entertaining not to mention it was turning me on a little bit.

“Oh, so you think this shit is funny? Get out my car.”

“Well…first of all I wasn’t fucking him, he was devouring my pussy. Second of all no one told you to call me at that time. Third, what are you really mad at? Hmmm? The fact that I was with someone else or is it because I’ve been ignoring you? Because to be real were not together so I can do whatever I want. If you really want me gone, I’m gone and we never have to speak again”

I opened my door and as I was about to step out he caught my arm, pulling me back in.

“Don’t do that.” He said reaching over me to close my door again.

“Look I’m sorry okay? It was petty of me to answer the phone I could’ve just let it ring.”

I kissed his cheek, letting my lips linger for a moment.

“Okay? I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond.

I kissed him again this time letting my lip go a bit lower to the space between his ear and jaw.

“Do you forgive me?”

I slid my hand down his body. I could hear his breathing getting labored. When my hand got to the place we both wanted it to be. He inhaled sharply, flaring his nostrils and baring his teeth reveling those golden bottom fangs that I love so much. I groaned biting my lip at the sight.

“Pull your pants down and push the seat back.”

“Niya this isn’t- “

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh just do it.”

Once the seat was far enough away from the steering wheel I climbed over to his side of the car. The heat coming off of his body was almost tangible. Immediately his hands went to my ass, caressing and squeezing it. I cupped his face kissing him lightly while grinding my hips into his.

“I’m sorry baby. Do you forgive me now? Hmmmmm?”

I slowly pushed my fitted dress up to my waist, exposing my smooth bare pussy. Erik groaned adjusting himself under me.

“Why are you doing this to me Niya?”

I brought my hand to my mouth licking my palm all the way up to my fingertips coating them with my tongue before gripping his length. I could feel the grip he had on my ass cheeks tightening with every stroke, pre-cum dripped down his shaft providing me with more lubrication. Up and down I worked him, his moans and groans filling the air until I had him right on the edge.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked stroking him teasingly.

All he could do was shake his head no. I smiled beaming with happiness. I knew Erik was putty in my hands and I loved it. I kissed a trail from his soft lips down to his neck, where I began to suck and bite at his flesh wanting to leave my mark on him. He growled and smacked my ass hard. I moaned into his ear and nibbled at his earlobe.

“Stop.”

His hand took hold of my wrist stopping its movement. His eyes peered into mine. His breathing was shaky. I loved seeing him like this. Overcome with lust, vulnerable, needy.

“You can’t make me cum yet…I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”

“You need me?” I moaned.

“Yes. Please…please put my dick inside.”

The sound of my hand connecting with his cheek echoed in the car. I felt the vibrations coming from his chest as he growled, the sting still fresh on his face. I licked my lips as I rubbed his tip against my entrance, back and forth. His hips bucked and he groaned with impatience.

“Don’t tease me Niya.”

I giggled.

“Are you still mad? Tell me Erik do you forgive me?”

“Ugh yes I forgive you just -“

Before he could finish his words, I started to sink down onto him inch by inch. I kissed him passionately as my walls stretched to accommodate his size. I arched my back to get just the right angle.

“What are you waiting for. This is what you wanted right? You better work for it Erik.”

He pumped his hips into me slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed until the entire truck was moving. His hands were all over me exploring my body. Pressure built up in my core as he rammed me.

“Niya…why you feel so good? Huh? Why you do this to me? Making me want you so bad. Fuuuck. Your pussy feels soo good on my dick. So, fucking tight and wet. Damn baby you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so sweet. Do you love my pussy baby?”

“Yea.”

“Say it.”

“I love you’re pussy”

“Again.”

“I love you’re pussy so much. Fuck I’m about to cum”

I could feel myself getting close too. I sat up placing my hands on his chest for support. His big dick kept hitting my spot over and over again making my juices run down my thighs covering his shaft and balls.

“Mmmm you want me to cum with you baby?”

He growled, pumping up into me even harder. His grip on my hips was so tight I knew that spot would be sore tomorrow.

“That’s what you want isn’t it? You’re so nasty. Make me cum Erik. Do it.”

My nails dug into his chest. He placed one of his hands on my stomach, using his thumb to rub my clit. I threw my head back in ecstasy. My walls began to contract and spasm.

“Fuck baby just like that. Cum with me, cum on my dick. Keep cumming on my- “

Erik’s dick throbbed and twitched inside me as his hips bucked and convulsed with his orgasm. I could feel so much of his cum filling me up.

Once I knew he was completely done. I placed a light kiss on his lips before grabbing his face in my hand.

“Don’t ever forget who’s in charge here.”

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cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic · 5 years

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The Professor Pt.4

A/N: IM SORRY! This took forever but work and school have been beating my ass hope you guys like it. its a little different than the other three parts but I worked hard on it. sorry for any mistakes

Pairing: Erick x Aniya

Characters: Erik Stevens

Fandom: Erik Stevens, Killmonger

Word Count: 1.8k

The sound of birds chirping woke me from my sleep. I kept my eyes closed enjoying the sound. I tried to shift and stretch my body when I realized I was trapped in place.

“Good morning beautiful.”

Suddenly my memory caught up with me and I remembered the night before. I remembered Erik and I remembered all the things we did. His powerful arms tightened their hold on me as he pulled me closer, his body pressed against mine.

“Good morning…Professor Stevens.” I giggled out.

“Please don’t call me that right now.”

We both chuckled. It was a little weird sounding but I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him a little.

“What should I call you then?” I asked caressing the arm that was draped over my torso.

“You can call me whatever you like.”

I pushed my hips into his making sure his morning wood rubbed against my ass. He groaned.

“I like that. I’ll have to think of the perfect name for you.

“Don’t play with me like that. You know we both have to be out the door in an hour.”

He placed a kiss on my neck before getting out of bed and putting his clothes on. Before he walked out the door he kissed me again.

“I better see you in class.” He said against my lips. Then he was gone.

I checked my phone to see a text from Simone saying she would meet me in class. The lecture Erik gave was simple enough. I could see him struggling to stay focused and not stare at me the whole time. When class was over I left without a word. Simone and I made our usual stop at the campus café to get our drinks. On our way out the doors we ran into Angel who was just on his way in.

“What’s up?” He asked with a big smile on his face.

“Not much just getting our drink on.” He and I both looked at Simone with a wtf kind of face. And she says I’m the weird one.I thought to myself.

“I see that... Anyway, my boy Trey is having this party at his crib this weekend you guys should come through.”

He smiled that smile again and I knew my answer. I know Simone was definitely going, seeing as Trey is her imaginary baby daddy and all.

“Okay we’ll be there.”

“Cool, cool. I’ll see you there.” We hugged briefly then went on our way.

Three days’ past and it was Saturday night. Party time. Simone and I slaved over our hair and makeup for an hour and a half before we were happy with our looks. We decided to wear matching fitted dresses. Mine deep burgundy and hers an olive green, with thigh high open toed boots. When we arrived to the address it was already lit. The music was going, it was packed and the drinks were flowing. Simone and I wasted no time getting our shots of henny down. Angel and Trey joined us. We drank, we danced and we we’re living our best lives. Suddenly a beat drops and I realize it’s my song, Anywhere by 112.

“Oh, shit that’s your thot pocket song bitch!” Simone yells loudly.

She wasn’t lying. Anytime I hear this song I get so turned on. I don’t know why it has this effect on me but it does. I was just intoxicated enough that I didn’t care who was around. I grabbed Angels hand pulling him to me then pushing him up against the wall. I could hear Simone, Trey and some other people that had been watching screaming and laughing in shock as I danced on Angel grinding my body into his in every which way. My hands wondered his body gently passing over his dick through his jeans ever so often. When the song ended, Angel was behind me, his hands gripping my waist when he whispered in my ear.

“You want to go upstairs?”

I nodded my head yes and he led the way. We ended up in Treys room. We laid on his bed and talked for what seemed like a long time. I wasn’t keeping track.

“I really can’t believe you’re single angel. I mean you’re funny, you’re smart, respectful and very sexy.”

He rolled onto his side to face me. I blushed.

“You think I’m sexy?” He asked looking me directly in the eyes.

“All that I said and sexy is all you heard?”

He chuckled.

“Nah I heard everything else but I’m just shocked to hear you say that. All this time I thought I wasn’t your type.”

“Why would you think that?” I asked brushing one of his curls from his face.

“Because I’ve been… I don’t know giving you little hints that I want you for a while now and you never really gave me the time of day.”

“I’m sorry daddy.”

Angels eyes widened in shock.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it when I call you daddy?” I asked playing coy.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy.” The word came out of my mouth as a whispery moan.

I took his hand and brought it to my lips, biting his index finger lightly. His lips parted as his breath grew heavier. He shifted his legs and I knew it was because he was getting hard for me. I let his hand go and raised my hips up off the bed lifting my dress and pushing my panties down over my ass then slowly up my legs until I pulled them off my feet. I dangled them above him as he turned onto his back to get a better view, his eyes never left them.

“What do you want?” I asked in a seductive voice.

He answered with no hesitation.

“You.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to sit on my face.”

The way he said those words made my pussy so wet. I bit my lip as I swung my leg over him and positioned myself to straddle his face. His hands caressed my thighs and my hips as I hovered over him.

“You waited so long for this pussy huh?”

He nodded his head in agreeance

“So, long baby.”

I ran over his curls looking down at him and admiring him this way. So, needy for me.

“Stick your tongue out.” I demanded and he did.

I slowly lowered my dripping pussy onto his tongue, bouncing up and down a little before grinding my hips on him. He licked me long and slow. Exploring my folds with this tongue making me whimper and mewl. I placed my hands on the head board bracing myself up. He continued this slow torture until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Angel pl- “

Before I could even get the word out he caught my sensitive clit with his lips. My hips bucked wildly. He held me in place with his strong hands as he ravaged me with his mouth. My hands gripped the headboard so hard I heard the wood creak under the pressure but I didn’t care. He growled against my core, sending vibrations of pleasure that rippled all over my body.

I tried my hardest to hold back the orgasm I felt building inside of me but Angels mouth was way too good for that. I bit my lip to hid my moans not wanting him to know just how much I loved everything he was doing to me. It’s like he read my mind. His hold on me tightened as he placed a love bit on my inner thigh. The sting from the pain felt so good. I looked down to meet his eyes.

“Damn baby you taste…... sooo good” He growled.

The sound of his voice filled with lust for me sent chills up my spine. I threw my head back in pleasure as he went back to work on my pussy. The sound of my phone vibrating on the dresser caught my attention and the name on the screen took me by surprise. It was Erik. I leaned over to grab my phone. Angel groaned in protest but that didn’t stop me.

“Angel you better not stop. If you do you’ll never taste this beautiful pussy again.”

He nodded in agreeance.

I clicked the screen to answer my phone.

“Helloooo.” I moaned.

“Aniya I been calling for days and you don’t answer. You leave all my texts on read. What’s going on wit you?”

My heavy breathing and moans were my only response. There was a long pause before he spoke again. I could tell he was listening closely to make sure what he was hearing was correct.

“Are you really playing with your pussy right now? I mean at any other time I wouldn’t mind but I’m being serious right now.”

Heat began to build in my core and I knew I was close. I tangled my hands in Angels hair as I rode his face faster and harder, my moans and whimpers getting louder and louder.

“Aniya? Aniya? Answer me! Who are you with??” Erick yelled through the phone.

My entire body shook as my orgasm began to batter through me like a tidal wave. My hands sprang to the headboard for support. Angels mouth latched onto me and If his grip on me wasn’t so strong I might’ve jumped of the bed. I was so sensitive I could feel my heartbeat in my clit and just like that I could feel myself coming again.

“Angel please!” I begged biting my lip so hard I knew it would leave a mark.

“ANYIA! WHO THE FUCK IS ANGEL? I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW!”

I smiled a little at the rage and jealousy in Erik’s voice but I didn’t care. All I cared about in that moment was how good Angel was making me feel. My body went stiff and I could feel my walls convulsing around Angels tongue over and over again as pressure built up inside me. I looked down into Angels eyes and they were glossed over with lust and passion, suddenly I felt a strong release and I screamed his name while cumming all over his face.

When I finally recover from my orgasmic high. I saw that his face was covered in my juices some even ran down his neck. We looked at each other and began to laugh. I leaned over to kiss him tasting myself on his lips.

“You should probably get cleaned up.”

Angel smiled and headed to the bathroom. When he was out of my view I turned to check my phone. Erik had hung up but I did have a text from him.

Erik:

You got me fucked up.

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“Birkin Bag” (6)

|Part Five|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Blood Mention(s), Violence

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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Though his frightful moments didn’t come often, there were a few things in life that Erik was actually scared of.

“Soo...wanna let me in on the destination of this little ‘field trip’ of ours?”

You in savage mode, happened to be one of them.

“I see you’re, uh, really digging the pistol I brought back for you.”

Granted, your best friend would never openly admit to it, but as the pair of you rode down the freeway it was evident to see that you had floated to the very top of said list of fears since threatening to blast a Vibranium-infused bullet right into his skull.

“Is that how you took out the ghetto Three Stooges so we could get away?”

Truthfully, it was lowkey amusing as hell to see the infamous ‘Killmonger’ so flustered by the sudden display of dominance that wasn’t coming from him. In fact, you couldn’t recall a time you’d ever seen him behaving so awkwardly, cracking stale jokes in attempts to alleviate some of the tension radiating from you.

“C’mon, Niya. I know we been going at it lately, but at least tell a nigga something,” Erik bargained.

Thirty minutes into the drive and besides quietly spitting lines in unison with the trap music playing from your ‘Go Mode 😈🔪’ playlist, you had yet to speak a single word in response to any of your passenger’s acquisitions. However, one quick glance and you were able to see a glimpse of distress in Erik’s eyes due to being out of the loop. Deciding to cut him some slack, you turned the volume down on your phone and engaged in an actual conversation with the man.

“What? You mean to tell me you don’t recognize where we’re going yet?”

Erik was still unable to pinpoint your mood, given by the partial sass mixed into your tone, but you were acknowledging him now so it was a step in the right direction.

“I mean..nah, not really,” he quipped, daring to let out a chuckle. “Wouldn’t be asking if I did.”

Eyes looking ahead, you readjusted your grip on the steering wheel throwing back at him cryptically, “We’re on our way to dead this shit one and for all, that’s where.”

“And by ‘this’ you meannn...what exactly?” he inquired, fishing for more than riddles.

“Seriously, Erik?”

“Aye, we have been a lil’ out of touch recently,” he pointed out throwing up his hands in defense. “So if there’s something I’m missing then by all means, fill me in, Princess.”

Momentarily thrown a curve, you did a double take to your right. The first peek was in recognition of the pet name, but after regaining your composure, the second look was one of mild bewilderment. Even though you most likely already knew the answer to your question that you had yet to ask.

“You really don’t remember anything from that night, do you?”

Naturally, Erik shook his head side to side, so of course, you knew that meant it was story time.

*******

“Yeah, fucking ten months too soon,” you spat. “Now, this is my last time repeating mys-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Trey articulated with three wags of his forefinger when you made to take a step forward, ready to blast with pinpoint accuracy.

Right on cue, Tracee pressed the tip of her switchblade into Erik’s neck ever so slightly, drawing a thin trickle of blood near the underside of his left ear. The mystery woman knew you would stop cold if she toyed with the single most crucial piece of leverage they had--both of them did. Which is what caused the ensuing stare down to be so intense. Despite being rather positive that you wouldn’t, the deviants were just waiting on you to make a move.

But of course you weren’t going to, and everybody in the room, whether relatively conscious or not, was well aware of that.

You knew it. Trey knew it. Tracee knew it. Hell, everybody reading this damn fic knew it.

Unlike all parties involved, your pride seemed to be the only one slow on the uptake of the threat on Erik’s life. And yet, with every fiber of your being screaming protests against it, you reluctantly lowered Erik’s glock, reactivating the safety as you placed it on the ground near your feet.

“Now Aniya, you know that’s not gonna cut it,” Trey began playfully sucking his teeth. “Gon’ head and slide that thing our way so ya little feisty ass don’t get any ideas.”

While grumbling something along the lines of “I’ll show yo’ bitch ass feisty”, you kicked the gun away and sent it gliding right to Trey and Tracee’s end of the miniscule war zone. “There, you happy now?”

“Eh, not really,” Trey smirked. “But I think I’m well on my way.”

In no way did you find the current predicament amusing. If anything, you found it absolutely infuriating, and if looks could kill, that loony ass nigga and his sidekick would’ve been dead ages ago. Eyes shining as if they were daggers, you glared at Trey until you couldn’t contain your impulse anymore.

“Why are you doing this, Trey!?” you barked at him, creating an echo throughout the room. “If your delusional ass got beef with me, then take that up with ME. But don’t take it out on Erik just because you couldn’t handle the fact that he took priority over you!”

“Hmph. So you finally admit it.” Trey’s false demeanor of kindness finally dropped, causing his expression to shift in a dark manner. “Glad you think you all that and a bag of chips, shawty,” he said. “But really you just a part of something going on here that’s much bigger than you think.”

“That’s not the same shit you were on when you was set tripping over me after I kicked your ass to the curb.”

It was at this that Tracee had deliberately begun snickering under her breath, prompting both you and Trey to glance at her quizzically. Giving her your direct your attention for the first time all night, you sarcastically asked her, “Hoe, is there something you’d like share with the rest of the class?”

At this, the honey skinned woman’s fit of giggles quickly evolved into over exaggerated laughter. “Girl,” she chortled out. “Not everything is about you and ya wack ass pussy-”.

“Excuse you??”

“-so don’t come in here acting all high and mighty because we let you play ‘Captain Save-A-Nigga’ for a day. This is about getting justice for my sister.”

Under the pretense that this girl had you fucked up, you turned your attention back to your old flame. “Uh, Trey,” you began with confusion, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Who is this irrelevant ass broad is and what is she doing here? Because clearly she wants to catch these hands, the way she running her mouth.”

No sooner than the diss left your lips, the red knife pressed to Erik’s neck ended up lodged in your right shoulder next to the chain of your purse, causing you to let out a broken yet stifled grunt from the impact.

“Name’s Tracee, bitch,” she introduced bluntly.

“Lynda’s older sister,” Trey interjected from beside the technology operations set up. Your eyes darted rapidly from him to Tracee, realizing the harsh connection between her and Erik. Noticing your expression, she turned to advance on you like a tiger lurking on its prey.

“Also known as the OG lethal bitch in the room, which doesn’t make you special for knowing your way around a knife,” she hissed, alluding to Jay who could still be heard whimpering quietly in the background. Brandishing her gun as she stalked away from the comatose prince, Tracee leveled the barrel of her gun with your forehead, ready to blast once in your proximity. “So like I said before; don’t get to thinking you special because Trey was slip ‘n’ sliding outta you, too. It wasn’t even you that he loved!”

‘Huh???’

You questioned the comment internally, baffled as hell as to what the psycho witch had just divulged, but that wasn’t going to stop you from seizing your opportunity to bust a move.

“Tracee!!” She fumed back at him, whipping around to glare at him fiercely. “What?!?”

Trey, apparently seething for reasons unknown, shot back at his evil acquaintance, “Would you shut yo’ big ass mouth for once and stick to the plan!?”

“SCREW THE PLAN,” Tracee retaliated. “Screw you, AND screw Jay’s weak ass! I don’t know why you haven’t shot the bitch yourself already, I mean for crying out loud, Lynda was YOUR ba-”

The rest of it you never learned though-despite how desperately you could’ve used the intel-because the roundhouse kick you delivered while her back was turned sent Tracee falling to the ground, and her pistol to be lost among the commotion. In the split instance of catching her off guard, you snatched the switchblade from your shoulder and swiped it right across Tracee’s jugular, leaving her to clutch at the blood seeping from her throat.

“Crazy bitch,” you spat.

Now you set your sights on Trey, who was already making his break for the back door exit the minute the second he no longer had you outnumbered.

“Oh no you don’t,” you growled. Fighting through the pain of injury via adrenaline rush, you hastily activated the Jaguar Semi at your side and began popping off shots down Trey’s escape route. “GET BACK HERE YOU LIL’ BITCH!!”

Right as you were about to duck off after him, an omitted voice stopped you in your tracks. “There’s n-no point in going after h-him. Knows every h-hiding spot in here.”

It was Jay’s strained voice that had hit your ears, whom in all honesty, you had forgotten was even still alive. “We mapped out the b-blueprints for this place w-weeks ago.”

Rotating around frustrated, you realized that he was unfortunately right. The papers containing the layout of the building could be seen on their table from where you were standing; it was definitely a maze that you didn’t know your way around so chasing would have proven to be futile.

“Well, I guess two for three ain’t bad,” you convinced yourself on the inside. “Plus Erik’s alive and that’s what really matters.”

Making your way back to the mystery man, you shot at him, “Y’know I never got your name, big fella.”

“Jay,” he coughed out, still huddled on the floor clinging to his injuries. As you approached further, we went on. “The guy who lost the only p-person that was there for him after coming out to his folks.”

You halted in front of him, squatting down to get closer. “I’m guessing you mean Lynda.”

“She was a g-good person, and she didn’t deserve t-that,” he stuttered. “She was my best friend after that.”

Looking at him almost sorrowfully, you curled your fingers around the knife you’d lodged in his leg earlier that night.

“Well, Jay, if you and her were truly as close as you’re implying,” you remarking, pausing to look over your shoulder at Erik. “Then I’m sure you understand why I was willing to move Heaven and Earth to save my own best friend.”

And with that you pulled the blade out of his thigh, starting the two minute countdown on the end of his life.

*******

“Well damn,” Erik enthused at the conclusion of your story. His jaw slacked slightly in awe of your heroics, causing him to lag behind after you slammed the car door and moved to the entrance without him. He was so entranced by the tale that he hadn’t even realized what building the two of you had pulled up to; the Stokely Warehouse you had just got done talking about. “You really messed them niggas up. I’m proud, nye.”

“Stop with that shit already!” You whipped around ferociously, pointing a finger in his face as you sounded off louder that the clash of the same side door entrance. “You don’t get to call me that right now! Not while I’m still mad at you.”

“Mad at me for what?” He squinted defensively at you, a flash of his usual assertive demeanor returning after been lost for weeks. Pursuing you to the elevator after you responded with mere silence, he took a guess as he stepped inside beside you. “Is this about Lynda?”

Opting to stay quiet once again, you mashed the second floor button so that the doors would close. Erik pressed on, however, ignoring your attitude. “It is, isn’t it?”

Though keeping your lips sealed, you blatantly folded your arms across your chest which told your best friend what you didn’t have to.

“It’s not like I’m out here just shooting pregnant women for fun, aight??” Erik puffed out as the contraption ascended up. “I wouldn’t have shot her if I knew!”

“Relax, baby boy, I know you didn’t,” you said. Curls bouncing as you swiveled to finally look at him, a genuine grin tugged at your lips for the first time since the kidnapping took place.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t have went all ‘Kill Bill’ on these hoes if I felt you had stooped to that level of sacrifice intentionally.”

Erik peered at you through hooded eyes, biting back his lip as he purposefully trailed behind you once the elevator opened up. Feeling the surge of his dimpled smile burning against your back, you rolled your eyes as though he could see them.

“Quit staring at my ass, N’Jadaka,” you warned playfully.

“Hey, it ain’t my fault you sexy when you get all violent.”

Stopping at the fourth workshop in the hallway, you simply shook his head as he continued with his though.

“Maybe if you tell me what we’re doing here or why you been disappearing the last few weeks,” Erik proposed, “I can focus on something other than how you sound calling me ‘baby boy’.”

“Or maybe,” you countered, activating your new favorite toy from its disguise. “You can focus up so that I can show you rather than tell you.”

Having left the door somewhat ajar when you left a couple of day ago, you didn’t have to yank it back all that hard to reveal a bruised and bloody Trey, gagged and bound to the very same chair you’d discovered Erik in almost a month ago.

“Oh yeah,” you chimed, watching a devilish smile spread across Erik’s face. “Did I mention I got you a little gift?”

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|Part Seven|

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“Birkin Bag” (5)

|Part Four|

Summary: Erik finds out he might’ve rubbed off on his best friend a tad too much and that she’s really with the shits

Warning: Language, Angst, Kidnap Mention(s), Threats of Violence

A/N: BE PREPARED TO BE IN YOUR FEELINGS

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“I bought my bitch a Birkin Bag so she could hold my fucking strap..”

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Three. Weeks.

Everything somehow managed to go further to shit in just a couple days shy of three weeks.

Week One.

The first few days back in Oakland had been loaded with nothing but mental turmoil for you. Barely sleeping a wink, day or night, exhaustion was starting to rear its ugly head as your mind continued to spiral down the rabbit hole that was Erik’s ultimate case of ‘baby mama drama’. Lying wide awake for hours, you could do nothing but rack your brain of all the heavily weighted information now waring on you. Trey’s tell-all monologue, Tracee’s raging meltdown; all the interconnections tying everyone-minus you-from that fateful night back to the woman at the center of it all: Lynda. It was driving you insane, still attempting to process all of it, and frankly the ensuing tiredness was beginning to make you feel like an insomniac.

Meanwhile, Erik was holed up in your spare bedroom, sleeping like a newborn baby for nearly days on end. Which at first seemed like a good thing, knowing his body more than desperately needed to recuperate from the injuries and onset exhaustion. But after about a week’s time of noticing his 18 hour rest periods consisting of strictly bathroom breaks and no meals, you reluctantly worked up the nerve to voice your concern for your friend’s well being.

“E?,” you knocked softly against the door, waiting for but gaining no reply. “Would you open the door, please?” You held out for a mere moment more before trying again.

“Bruh c’mon, at least come out and eat something.”

Still, no answer came though. Frankly, if it wasn’t for the timidness keeping your usually impatient attitude at bay, you would have picked the lock from jump and barged in the room to shovel a whole Thanksgiving dinner down that boy’s throat. But instead you were trying to be respectful of Erik’s space, knowing that he too was still reeling from the dirty laundry that had been dug out of the bottom of the closet. So what did you decide to do? Count to ten, take a breath, and revert back to square one with the gentle approach.

“ ’Daka, I know you’re awake, alright,” you challenged rhetorically. “You’re always up, shuffling around at nearly the same hour every night, so can you please not act lik-”

“STOP BANGING ON THE GODDAMN DOOR ALREADY, I HEAR YOU AIGHT?!”

Both your words and excessive knocking were brought to a screeching halt when the bedroom door finally flung open to reveal an extremely agitated looking Erik, who was definitely about to let his emotions dig him deeper into the hole he was unknowingly in already.

“You practically condemned my ass to this room in the first place, and now you tryna bust down the door to make me come out!? Make up ya fucking mind, which one is it??”

The harsh and abrupt outburst caused you to flinch ever so slightly, and although you did your best to appear casual to Erik displacing his anger and roaring it right into your face, it was too late. He instantly went for trying to correct his mistake upon realizing it and watching your expression shift from worried, to hurt, and then totally nonchalant.

“Fuck,” Erik muttered, swiping his hand down his face. “Aye, Niya, that’s my bad. I really ain’t mean to g-”

“Know what?” you interrupted, throwing up the ‘save it’ hand. “Don’t worry, it’s cool. I ain’t even trippin’ on it.”

Your tongue clicked against your teeth, pausing to take somewhat of a calming breath before speaking again. One that was indeed needed, due to your lips beginning to twitch into that frightening smirk which was a telltale sign of your crazy threatening to surface.

“But I mean, if you feel like you deserve to rot away in this room after what you did, then hey….go off, Killmonger.”

The verbal blow virtually knocked all the wind from Erik’s chest, but you didn’t stay to witness the damage you’d caused. No sooner than the taboo tumbled from your mouth did you turn on your heels, heading back in the direction of your bedroom. Sure, it may have been a cruel thing to say, and it’s not as if you were exactly proud of hitting below the belt, but at this point, filters were malfunctioning and emotions were out of whack.

While doing another 180 and going back to apologize should have been the immediate course of action, your pride had other plans for you. Particularly the one where you called over your shoulder, “Whatever you decide to do, just keep the noise down, will ya? My ‘impromptu vacation’ ended today so I have to be up early for work in the morning.”

And with that you slammed your room door closed forcefully, leaving Erik standing in the threshold of his own completely taken aback.

Week Two.

Although you were able to get a decent night’s sleep after telling Erik’s block-headed ass off, it was sadly the last sliver of peace you were going to get for a while. The confrontation between you and him that fateful night had only caused things to become increasingly more hostile starting the following week. The elephant in the room still had yet to be addressed, causing the space you two were now cohabitating in temporarily to be more cramped than ever. So when Erik began drinking rather excessively to mask his scorned feelings, the malicious silence and petty behavior that started taking place only added more fuel to the fire.

Miscellaneous trash and dirty dishes left strewn across the kitchen counters.

“What? You told me eat so that’s what I’m doing. Just following ya orders, boss.”

Aggressive shoulder bumps in the hallway.

“‘’Scuse me,” Erik hiccuped sarcastically, taking another swig of Vodka after pushing past you to his room.

“Keep it up, Stevens and see if I don’t knock you on your ass.”

Having the TV at a belligerently loud volume while you were clearly trying to concentrate in the next room over.

“Oh, I’m not bothering you, am I?”

You didn’t want your head put on the chopping block by the monarchs of the advanced African nation for murdering their prince, so the nightly outings you had assigned yourself to were the only thing keep you from rocking Erik’s jaw indefinitely. It had become a routine of sorts to try and keep the tension low under your own roof. Coming home from work, silently go toe-to-toe with Erik in some way, shape, or form, hole up in your bedroom for an hour or two working on your laptop, and then getting dressed to leave out once you had either gotten the information you needed, or became sick of sitting cross-legged on your bed.

Seeing as to how Erik hadn’t stepped outside those four walls since the kidnapping, he had definitely taken notice to your disappearing act, but didn’t bother voicing any opinion in regards to it.

That was, until Thursday evening rolled around.

You were almost done packing the small duffel bag on your bed when your ears caught wind of his voice. “Dark clothes, athletic shoes, black duffel bag,” Erik listed off. “So this is what this feels like, huh?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you halted briefly to respond, “First time you’ve probably spoken to me all week without being a dick and you decide to go there, of all places?”

You scoffed and went back to gathering the rest of your things. Erik’s presence in your doorway had been no secret to you, sensing him watch you pack the entire time. The surprise had come from simply from the fact that he had elected to even say anything at all. Still, if this was his way of attempting to strike up a conversation, he was certainly off to a bad start.

Zipping up the kit you turned to make your exit, but not before having your path blocked by a keloid-littered arm.

“Who’s the mark?”

“Outta my way, Erik,” you challenged, completely ignoring his question.

“Oh, so now I’m ‘Erik’ again? Coulda sworn I was ‘Killmonger’ just last week.”

Rolling your eyes, you quickly ducked under his arm to proceed down the hall because in no way were you in the mood to play games with this man. “I don’t have time for this.”

Erik, however, seemed quite intent on getting you to spill whatever you weren’t telling him. Trailing behind you, he squinted at the back of your head while trying again, “Where you going, Aniya?”

But you weren’t budging, continuing to plead the 5th as you made your way to the living room.

“I’m not gone ask you again.”

He could’ve asked you a thousand times, but that didn’t mean you were going to cave.

“Look, nye, would you just answer me, please?!”

Or so you thought, until Erik tried to nickname his way into your head.

“TO GET SOME FUCKING ANSWERS!” you barked at him as you whipped around with your hand still on the doorknob. “Since clearly I’m not getting any by being here with you.”

And with that you marched outside to zoom away in your Lexus LC, leaving the sound of a door slam ringing back in Erik’s ears for the second time in under a month.

Week Three.

Most of your weekend was spent handling business, and as usual, Erik had sure enough picked a fine time to dive into a conversation that was long overdue. You hadn’t looked at your phone until prior to starting your drive back home late Saturday afternoon, and majority of the missed notifications had come from none other than Mr. Pretty Boy himself.

Big E (14)

A missed call or two, along with a string of messages containing mostly apologies and demands to know your location, a result of his drunk texting, no doubt.

‘Ayo, where u at??’

‘I’m sorry’

‘Where are you’

But one message in particular had been successful in stirring up your sentimental side once again.

‘You really wanna know why I didn’t take you with me..?’

That had been the text responsible for causing your tough exterior to waver as you recalled that heart wrenching night from more than a year and some change ago.

*******

He chuckled, not even bothering to turn around. “You gone say something or just stand there and stare the whole time?”

Although your nerves had placed a lump in your throat, you still managed to question softly, “Did I...do something wrong?”

Despite successfully picking the lock and slipping back to stand in the doorway of Erik’s bedroom without making a sound, he was no fool. His razor sharp senses had detected the shift in the apartment as soon as it came, but all that aside it didn’t take a genius to know you were coming over tonight. Hugging yourself while propped against the threshold you continued to watch him glide about the perimeter, double checking one last time to be sure he had everything.

“At least answer me that much. Just...tell me what it was that I did, and I promise I’ll let you leave without making a fuss.”

The former CIA operative said nothing, allowing the silence to stretch far enough to tell you essentially what you’d already pieced together yourself.

“You can’t, can you? Give me a reason,” you went on. Again, Erik said nothing, so clearly you were going to have to poke and prod your way to the truth if any results were going to come from this.

“So why, then?? Why are you taking HER instead of me, huh!? What does she have that I don’t???”

Erik was now sitting on the edge of his bed, in the midst of lacing up his combat boots, when he cut you a glance and warned, “Cut it out, Aniya.”

But you refused to let up now. “No! I wanna know! What makes ‘Little Miss Lynda’ of all people more qualified than me-your BEST FRIEND-to go to Wakanda with you? Sure I was against it at first, but in the end I was supportive, right?”

You were so caught up by emotions taking over that you were oblivious to the sound of footsteps coming across the hardwood floor.

“I mean, wasn’t I there? Through the training, all the Black Ops missions, every kill you racked up, all the scars they became,” you reflected. “Since the journey started...before you even became Killm-”

Your rambling was cut short when a pair of large hands cupped your face from both sides; the thumbs swiping away tears you hadn’t even realized were falling. Erik was now just centimeters away, towering over you with his bag hanging on his shoulder.

“You’re right, princess,” he muttered gently, looking directly in your eyes. “Which is why I told you to stop. This doesn’t need to be any harder than it already is.”

He touched his forehead to yours, still holding your face in his grasp.

“I have my reasons, but you gotta trust me. Just say you trust me.”

Deciding that you would figure out at a later time what his words meant, you draped your hands on top of his and squeezed them. Pressing the warmth of his fingerprints into your skin, you let the gesture serve as your answer while reveling in the last minutes of sweet silence the two of you would have together.

“Please...just be careful, ‘Daka.”

*******

That memory was all you could dwell on as you rode along the interstate and eventually back into your driveway. The feeling that sat with you after Erik pulled off to stage his coup for the throne was enough to make you feel bad for how you left out approximately two days ago, especially after what you had just discovered during your investigation. But now wasn’t the time for sentiment, at least not yet. Not before getting one last piece of business out of the way.

Powering through the exhaustion, you walked in your house calling, “Yo, Erik! Get ya ass up, we got somewhere to be!”

It didn’t take long to find him, having a strong idea of where he would be, which was in bed sleeping off another hangover.

“I said, up and at ‘em, Stevens.”

Naturally you were right, so when nudging Erik’s leg earned you nothing but grunting and half hearted swats in response to attempting to wake him up respectfully, a light bulb went off overhead.

“Hmph,” you mused internally. “Plan B, it is, I guess.”

You calmly drifted back to where you had set down your duffel bag, humming innocently along the way. After doing some digging around, you made a pit stop in the kitchen before turning the corner back into the room.

“Ohhh, N’Jadaka,” you cooed in a sing-song voice. “Last chaaance.”

Again, nothing. So at that point, you had no other choice but to pour ‘Plan B’ all over his dreaded little head. Feeling the abruptness of being doused with ice cold water, Erik jumped right up, startled as ever, and it took everything in your power to not double over in laughter at his reaction.

“AYE MAN, THE FUCK IS WRONG WI-”

But being met with the barrel of your Jaguar Semi-Automatic, shut Erik up just as quickly as he had been awoken.

“I didn’t have any intention of pulling this trigger,” you began darkly. “But if you raise your voice at me one more time, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. And you know I don’t make empty threats, even if it’s towards you.”

He gulped discreetly, feeling the surge of the Vibranium just inches from his skull, and looked at you awaiting an explanation which you were more than happy to oblige him with.

“Now that I have your attention, I’ll say it again this time in a way you might better understand,” you said in a tone that was now eerily sweet.

“Unless you want T’Challa to have you thrown in the ocean for real this time, I suggest you be showered, dressed, and sitting in my passenger's seat, ready to go in the next thirty minutes. Your choice.”

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|Part Six|

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