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I don't know how you would do it but can you do a love triangle with Reader and Namor and Reader and M'baku. But she ultimately picks Namor and breaks M'baku's heart

BRUH

Summary: You had grown up with M'baku after his father had found you wandering the mountains as a child. Your ties were close until you met Namor at a party in the palace, a party that turned into a nightmare. Now you have a difficult decision to make.

ANGST so much angst. I'm so sorry

TW: MILD SA

"Must I really come to the palace, Baku?" You asked as you sparred with the newly crowned King on top of the snowy mountain.

M'baku dodged your swing and countered with ease. Neither of you were serious, just going through the paces as you caught up. You had been at one of the Wakandan out reach centers for the past year. M'baku had personally called for your return once he took over as King of Wakanda. Shuri held the title of Black Panther proudly but had no interest in the politics of it.

"You have seen little of the capital city in the past few years. I would like you to enjoy this time back home as if it were a vacation. I have missed your company. We could have used your strength recently with the recent events with Talokan," M'baku lunged at you but you were able to block and then jumped up using his knee as a step. You brought your leg up to kick towards his head but he grabbed your leg and threw you into the snow. You rolled with it and let out a laugh.

"Throw me again!" You attempted another flying kick and M'baku repeated the move, grabbed your leg, and threw you into the soft snow.

"Focus, y/n. I want you to come stay at the palace with me. It is the least you can do since you missed my coronation," M'baku helped you get up out of the snow. He towered over your short stature, but training with the Jabari since your childhood had gained you a similar stocky and muscular physique. You were thankful that at least your strong feminine genes kept you from being mistaken for a man.

"You're always going to be able to throw me around, Baku," You huffed and dusted off the snow.

"Yes that will never change. Now if you had true Jabari blood then maybe you would stand a chance. But alas, rather than giving me a true sister my father brought home a stray," M'baku joked as you both gathered your weapons and returned to the Jabari caves.

"You never let me forget how you would have preferred a brother to spar with. That didn't stop you from making me learn how to fight like a Jabari warrior though," You replied, reminiscing.

"Look at you now, one of our best and brightest. We had little hope for the runt that came to us but you proved to be an asset after all," M'baku led you back towards your rooms.

You stopped him with a hand to his forearm as you found your door, "I will forever be grateful for how you, your father, and the tribe have taken me in. I will always call Wakanda home, no matter how long I stay away. And you, Baku, will always be my family."

M'baku smiled down at you then pressed his forehead to yours, "Over 30 years since my father found a lone toddler on this mountain, and here she stands one of my closest friends. I know you are grateful, y/n, but so am I. So please, come down to the palace and stay for awhile. I have missed our conversations and I would like some company at the next celebration."

You pulled away and looked up at him, missing his warmth immediately, "What celebration? I thought your coronation had passed already. Don't tell me you've already found a Queen?"

M'baku laughed and pinched your cheek, "You think I would be able to choose a Queen without you finding out about it and meddling as you have done with every attempt at courting I've made since we were children?"

You swatted his hand away and rubbed your cheek, "You're right, any queen would have to pass my tests. So then what is the celebration for?"

"We are celebrating the completion of the peace treaty and alliance with Talokan. In two days time, K'uk'ulkan and his dignitaries will arrive for the celebration. He is a fierce warrior and a god amongst his people. Were it not for the Black Panther we may have fallen under his rule," M'baku explained.

"He killed the Queen mother? Why do we draw an alliance?" You wondered, politics and bureaucracy had never been a strength of yours.

"Because Wakanda and now Talokan are the targets of the greediest people in the world. We are the only two nations to control vibranium. I would rathe the Fish Man be an ally than an enemy. Plus he brings me exciting fruits and vegetables to try, a delight considering we Jabari are vegetarian unlike the other tribes," M'baku stated simply. You shook your head when he talked about the food.

"Are you sure we do not have to worry about him?" You asked a bit apprehensive.

"As long as we share the same side we have nothing to fear. Do not worry. I do think you will find him intriguing. He has wings on his ankles," M'baku said, trying to sooth your anxiety.

"Wings? Really?" You asked already curious.

"I will tell you more of what I know of their kind when you arrive at the palace tomorrow," M'baku opened your door, then wrapped one arm around you in an easy show of affection. He kissed your temple, "Now get some rest. And don't forget to bring your thinner clothes when you come down the mountain."

You hugged the large man as best you could then waved him off. You were intrigued but also happy. You fell back onto your bed, surrounding yourself with the familiar scents of the Jabari caves. Even hugging M'baku again felt like coming home. You had loved getting a chance to see the world while doing the out reach programs. Getting word of the brief war with Talokan and then M'baku's rise to the throne had been a twist you had not seen coming. Hopefully, that was the last twist of fate until your vacation was over.

It was a warm day and the city was lively. The news of the peace treaty and alliance had been announced the day before and the people were jubilant. You noticed some unfamiliar people with blue skin and water filled face masks helping rebuild some of the broken parts of the city. You realized they were from Talokan and M'baku must have negotiated their help in repairing damages from the altercation between nations.

~~~

You arrived at the palace and were swiftly shown your rooms. M'baku was dealing with some kingly matters which left you some free time to roam the city until dinner.

From your observations you could tell the people sent to help were normal merchants and carpenters. They seemed to get along with the people and the people with them. It was a relief to see that peace was readily accepted after all the damage. Enemy soldiers were usually the ones to hold on to prejudice while the civilians would embrace other innocents readily.

You felt reassured now. They were different but they were an equally hidden nation just protecting what they had. As you walked the streets of Wakanda a few of the older people greeted you, welcoming you back. You recognized a few as the main tradesmen with the Jabari tribe. You chit-chatted and caught up with some of them then decided to find some quiet by the river.

It was getting closer to dinner and you knew that M'baku would be waiting for you. He had been dying to regale you with the stories of the war with Talokan and Shuri successfully taking up the mantle of the Black Panther. But he had insisted that it must be enjoyed over food and drink.

You sat on the sand and absentmindedly played with some stray strands of grass that still grew as you watched the sun set on Wakanda. You did not notice the person watching you from their seat in a tree nearby. Namor looked upon you, wondering about your lighter complexion. Not too pale to not be of the region but not as dark as those that normally wore the crest of the Jabari tribe. He wondered what your connection to this land was.

He watched as you stood and made your way back towards the palace. With stealth that only great training could give, Namor followed you. When he realized your destination he stopped his reconnaissance. If you were staying in the palace then he would be likely to meet you tomorrow at the celebration. While he had been looking forward to the peaceful meeting of nations, now he had another thing to look forward to, uncovering the story behind the mysterious foreigner of the Jabari.

~~~

The celebration was underway. You had watched the royal procession in delight. Seeing the people you grew up with flaunting their culture and tradition happily brought warmth to your heart. When M'baku strode down the walk way, fully ensconced in Wakandan and Jabari regalia, he greeted his people before taking his seat at the table he would share with the King of Talokan. When that very man arrived it was a spectacle.

You had heard the servers and maids talking about how curious everyone was about the Talokanil King as he did not much resemble his people. You learned from the rumors that besides his winged feet, he was tan of skin and had pointed ears. When he walked the procession, first flanked by a giant man and a fierce woman, then on his own, you were speechless. He wore a large headdress that was feathered and serpentine, a nod to one of his titles. He was draped in gold and jewels that had the tell tale sheen of vibranium. K'uk'ulkan or Namor, as the Wakandans called him, was golden and strong looking. He was not large and intimidating physically like M'baku, but he exuded a ferocity and regality that was palpable.

You watched from afar, examining the mysterious leader as he approached the table where M'baku was waiting for him. You were fascinated by his wings, so small, and yet they gave him great speed according to your childhood friend. When the ruler relinquished his headdress you could finally get a look at his face. The stoicism melted away to be replaced by a genuine smile as he took M'baku's hand and shook it. He then opened his hands like a clam shell towards M'baku who returned the gesture. M'baku then crossed his arms over his chest and Namor returned the Wakandan symbol.

Cheers broke out as the two clasped hands and embraced each other. The true celebration was now underway. You were sat, not too far from the two leaders. You chatted amicably with some of the other tribal counsel members and eventually found your way to Shuri.

"Y/n," She greeted you with a tight embrace.

"Shuri, I am so sorry about your family. If you need anything, you know I will come running," You said as you returned the embrace.

She smiled sadly and nodded. But shook herself and refocused on the festivities, "M'baku told me you were coming to visit. I only just heard this morning or I would have bugged you to come to the lab and experiment with me like we used to."

"Soon, Shuri, you know I cannot stay here long but I had every intention of making time to catch up with you, Miss Black Panther," You bumped your shoulder against hers affectionately. You noticed her gaze was focused on the table that had the two leaders. They seemed to be having a lively conversation about fighting.

"What do you think of that man?" You asked.

"He is shrewd and cruel," Shuri sighed, "But also loves his people and land unconditionally. His methods were harsh but I cannot truly blame him for wanting to protect his people and home. We would do the same."

"You think this alliance will succeed?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"I do. As nations that hold the vibranium supply we have to stick together. While I defeated him, I also would not want to keep him as my enemy. I had thought I had crippled him when I tore off one of his wings, but as you can see it has heeled and regenerated. He is stronger than he looks," She admitted.

Your eyes gazed out at the two leaders once more, taking in what Shuri said. You did not notice her knowing smile as she watched you, "If he asked, would you stay?"

"What?" You were startled out of your thoughts.

"M'baku, if he asked you to stay here in Wakanda, by his side, would you?" Shuri asked, trying to read your expression.

You knew what she was implicating and you swallowed nervously, "He is like a brother to me, Princess,"

"But he is not your brother. He likes you. He will not admit it but you have a space in his heart and bring out softness in him that no one else can," Shuri said. She nudged you teasingly, "He's also King now and will be expected to take a Queen. He won't be on the market long. Even I have always found him to be rather attractive."

You felt your eye twitch slightly and looked at Shuri, "He can choose whatever Queen he wants but if she cannot defeat me in battle I won't approve of it."

"Right. Because a King needs the approval of his 'little sister' to take a woman into his bed, " Shuri laughed as your face turned red and you smacked her arm aghast.

Before you could reply you heard the voice of the King in question, "Y/N! Come here and meet K'uk'ulkan!"

You eyed Shuri and subtly threw up a rude gesture before you walked across the busy and loud room to the table on the dais. You smiled at anyone who looked at you, Wakandan or Talokanil. A part of you hated dressing up but when you did you owned the room. M'baku stood and greeted you with an arm around your waist affectionately.

You bowed slightly to the two of them and then reached your hand out to the Talokan King, "Y/N. I have heard you have many names, but what should I call you?"

Namor stood and eyed you, taking in your curves and how M'baku held you close to him. He took your hand and bowed over it, placing a chaste kiss at your knuckles. Namor hid his smirk, noticing how the Jabari leader clutched you a little tighter. "You may call me Namor. I prefer being called that by all surface dwellers. The King does what he wants, as you seem to know."

You chuckled at the small joke and met Namor's eye. He still had your fingers in his hand and you squeezed back in greeting, "It is wonderful to meet you, Namor. I have heard some amazing things about you."

M'baku gestured for someone to bring you a seat so you could join the two kings. You felt oddly on display, knowing that it was out of tradition to have you there. M'baku slung his arm across the back of your chair and began offering you some fruit that the Talokanil had brought for the festivities.

Namor was content to analyze the two of you. There was an easy affection and comfort there, but he noticed that you did not lean into the Wakandan King the way that he leaned toward you. In fact he had his whole body angled toward you and you were simply angled forward. He watched as M'baku teasingly tried to feed you some fruit and you insisted on taking it into your own hands.

"Am I in the presence of the future Queen of Wakanda? If it happens too soon after this celebration I will not be able to prepare an acceptable wedding present." Namor sipped his wine and watched for your reactions.

You blushed red and spoke a moment before M'baku could, "Oh no, no! We just grew up together. I could never be Queen. I love M'baku dearly as a sister loves her brother. Of course he will have to get my approval on whoever he does take as a queen."

Namor let you ramble on as he took in M'baku's reaction. The dark man had turned away and had removed his arm from around your chair. You may not have wanted to be Queen but it seems that the King had different thoughts. You asked Namor about his wings and why he looked different from the other Talokanil. Surprised by your curiosity and eagerness he started to tell you the story of Talokan.

Namor noticed that M'baku kept glancing at you as you listened intently to his explanations. The food was cleared as you peppered him with all manner of inquiries and curiosities. A dance floor appeared below the dais, free for guests to enjoy the music that started playing from a band off to the side of the lead table.

~~~

M'baku was a little annoyed that all your attention was on the Talokan King. But he let it pass. He knew you and your unfailing curiosity about new things could blind you to a snake if it were a foot from you. He tried not to be hurt by your vehement denial of ever seeing him as anything but a brother. But his ego was shot. A year away and he thought maybe his feelings would have disappeared, but they had come rushing back at the sight of you.

When the music started playing M'baku decided he would ask you to dance, once Namor stopped talking. But just as he was about to ask you, Namor stood.

The tanned god reached his palm out to you, "Grace me with a dance, preciosa."

You blushed but took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor, completely disregarding the King that was seated next to you. M'baku felt jealousy rushing through his veins, but a deep breath calmed him. It was a dance and you were free to dance with whoever you wished. The Jabari King unfortunately held no claim to you but he watched with a close eye that the Talokan King kept his hands to himself.

He did not notice Shuri and Okoye watching him watching Namor and you on the dance floor. M'baku called for another barrel of wine and continued to fill his glass as another song, and another song passed with you and Namor staying on the dance floor with the crowd.

Okoye looked at Shuri then back at the scene in front of them, "He still likes her doesn't he?"

Shuri nodded, biting her lip.

"But it looks like Namor likes her," Okoye let her eyes wander to the couple on the dance floor.

Shuri nodded again and glanced at the Dora Milaje soldier.

"My money is on Namor," Okoye said as she pulled a champagne glass off of a passing server.

"Okoye this is not a joke. You know how dangerous he is. She has no idea what she is is getting herself in the middle of," Shuri was vehement with her protests.

"Are you going to be the one to pull the love struck girl away from the equally love struck king? Because it won't be me," Okoye raised an eyebrow and sipped her glass.

Shuri looked on as M'baku continued to drink and you and Namor laughed and danced. "This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Oh it will be worse than any of those telenovelas you've been watching lately, but at least it will be entertaining," Okoye chuckled.

Shuri stuck her tongue out at Okoye who just handed her a glass of champagne and told her not to worry.

~~~

Namor held you innocently as you danced together. You had been asking more questions and playfully teasing him since the moment he asked you to dance. It was refreshing to have someone be so welcoming when people usually feared or revered him.

As you swayed to one of the slower songs, he felt it was his turn to ask you a question, "You are not like the other Jabari?"

She smiled and made a small snorting noise in amusement, "What do you mean? I'm not big and scary enough for you?"

"I don't doubt that you are a proficient fighter if you grew up with such a tribe," Namor reasoned,

"Yes, you're right. I am an honorary member of the Jabari. M'baku's father found me. I was young, barely older than a toddler when the plane crashed in the mountains. A mechanical failure is what they found to be the reason. I was the only survivor out of 10. Wakanda was still a fledgling country and little was done to find where I came from. Instead, they adopted me," You explained as you continued to sway to the music together.

"You were not here when Talokan attacked. I would have remembered you," Namor said as he spun you.

Once back in his arms you smiled up at him, "No I wasn't but what makes you think you would remember me?"

"I would not forget seeing such a beautiful woman," Namor whispered into your ear as he held you to him. You knew you were blushing when you met his gaze. You could vaguely hear the song ending and a new one beginning.

You heard someone call your name and whipped your head around to see Okoye and Shuri trying to help the King to his feet. You quickly took in the scene and realized that M'baku had drank several barrels of wine and was inebriated to the point of a near coma.

You immediately began to rush over but stopped and turned back to Namor and swiftly kissed his cheek, "Thank you for dancing with me and telling me all about Talokan. I hope I can see it one day."

You smiled at Namor and then made your way over to help the women move the lumbering King. Namor, for his part, was amused and also wondering how much danger this new alliance would be in if he took you to Talokan tonight.

~~~

"You big oaf. Who told you to drink that much, honestly?" You complained as you threw M'baku onto his bed with difficulty. "I can handle him from here. Thank you Shuri. Okoye."

Okoye left the room swiftly, her eyes already rolling at the careless display. Shuri lingered.

"I can take care of him, Shuri. Go enjoy the party," You insisted as you started to remove the fur vest from M'baku's slumbering body.

"Enjoy it like you were?" Shuri asked in an accusatory tone.

You did not look up, "If you have something to say then say it."

"While you may do as you please with M'baku's affections, I do not think it is wise to fraternize with Namor." She spoke plainly.

"Thank you for your input, but we were just dancing. You're right though, I will do as I please and then in a weeks time I will be back out on the field." You replied.

"Just be careful. I do not want anyone to get hurt. Namor is not a man to trifle with and neither is he," She gestured to M'baku who was dead to the world, snoring softly.

You looked at Shuri for a moment and sighed, "I cannot return his affections."

"Whose?"

"I don't know."

~~~

Namor had flown circles around the palace trying to figure out which room was yours to no avail. Frustrated he returned to the now waning party and found Namora.

"The Wakandans offer you a room in the palace, K'uk'ulkan. I can tell them you refuse," Namora informed him.

"No, tell them I will stay. Only for the night," Namor replied as he looked up at the palace.

"Attuma and I can also stay if you wish it?" Namora bowed, curious at what was distracting her king.

"No, you may go back to Talokan. I may bring a visitor tomorrow and you must prepare the caves for them," Namor commanded before a Wakandan soldier approached asking if he wanted to accept the offer of a room. He did not turn back to Namora and simply followed the soldier into the palace.

Once settled, late into the night, Namor decided to explore and hopefully find you. He had been up and down the wing he was assigned to. Not running into anyone but a door man or a maid. Weaving his way through the halls he ran into Shuri.

"Namor, what are you doing here?" She asked cautiously

"King M'baku, graciously offered me a room for the night. It seems I have lost my way," He tried to appease her.

"You are lost, this is the royal wing. Let me take you back to the visitors quarters," Shuri said as she walked past him and gestured for him to follow. Namor glanced down the hallway, trying to remember which one it was before he followed the Princess.

"I see you have healed well, I am glad," Namor addressed her after a moment.

"I say the same to you," Shuri replied, not looking at him.

"I think this alliance will benefit both countries, it will not be long before the Americans or someone else tries to attack us," Namor spoke again trying to engage the Princess.

She suddenly turned to him, "The alliance will hold for now but if you hurt her in any way we will be at war again."

"If you are speaking about Y/N then you should not worry Princess. I find her interesting and beautiful. What that means, only time will tell, but I have no intentions of harming a hair on her head," Namor replied.

"We should hope that M'baku doesn't try to harm you instead," Shuri mumbled as they reached Namor's quarters. She wished him well made her leave.

Namor waited to make sure Shuri was truly gone before he trekked back across the palace, sure he would find you this time.

~~~

You had finally made sure that M'baku wouldn't end up drowned in his own vomit or suffocated by any of his furs. You had brought him water and medicine that you gently encouraged him to take. His sleep was mostly restful and you were exhausted. You sat next to him on the bed and looked down at the King and his sleeping face.

You ran a finger down the side of his forehead, past his temple and to his cheek. Your friend had truly grown into a handsome and amazing man. Now he was a king, and you had the heart wrenching suspicion that he may have his sights on you to join him at his side. You loved him, truly. But romantically, it was harder to consider.

M'baku moaned in his sleep, startling you. He turned his large body over to lay on his other side and took you with him. You were half weighed down with the Jabari man, his leg slotted between yours and his shoulder pressing against your neck. A lesser woman may suffocate under the heft of the man but you had been wrestling with him since you could walk. You weren't scared, but you were very aware of your proximity.

His thigh was pressed firmly between your legs and when he unconsciously bent at the knee, you let out a noise of surprise and alarm. M'baku's hand was palm down on your breast although he did not move it. You knew, if he were awake he would be as horrified as you. But he was sleeping. No, he was dreaming.

In his stupor he nuzzled your neck and began groping at your body. You could feel him rubbing up against your thigh and you didn't want to think about the large hump that was forming in his shorts. You tried to shake him, you called out to him but he did not wake. The King continued to rut against you, moaning and grunting into your ear as tears fell down your face.

You did not wish to embarrass him by having others witness his treacherous slumber but you knew if you let him go farther he would hate himself. "Help me! Please, Shuri! Okoye! Someone please help me!"

You screamed and struggled, hoping that it was someone who would be able to keep a secret. M'baku instinctively grabbed your arms and pinned you to the bed as he continued his sleep addled movements.

~~~

Namor had only barely reached the royal wing when he heard your screams for help. Immediately his fighting instinct kicked in as he swiftly located the room where your screams were coming from. When he burst through the doors and saw the scene before him he let out a guttural roar.

From his vantage point, you were in tears as the great Jabari held you down and violated you. It snapped something in Namor and he flew up to the scene and threw the man back and into the wall with a loud crash. He did not pay M'baku any mind as he approached you in the bed and pulled you into his arms. You were weeping uncontrollably as you clung to the Talokan King.

Shuri and Okoye appeared at the same time and took in the scene. Okoye had her spear already pointed at Namor. M'baku was slowly coming to as Shuri approached him and spoke to Namor, "What the hell is going on here? Namor why did you attack him?"

Namor was furious but stood on the bed while holding you too him, "I was not attacking him I was removing him from Y/N! He was forcing himself on her, disgusting trash!"

Okoye gasped and looked over at M'baku then at you, "Y/N ? Is this true?"

You hiccupped, coming down from your panic, eyes red and bloodshot, clothes disheveled and hair a mess. There was a tear in your bodice where M'baku's ring had caught as Namor threw him. Taking in your appearance, Okoye turned her spear on the King.

"No, Okoye! Don't, he didn't mean to!" You spoke up, although your voice was brittle and you clung to Namor for support to keep you standing.

Shuri looked at you with shock in her eyes. M'baku groaned and she turned to him. Quickly checking his vitals with the kimoyo beads before she shook him, "M'baku! M'baku wake up and defend yourself. What have you done?"

Slowly the large man opened his eyes. Upon seeing you crying in the arms of the Talokan King he jerked awake and tried to stand, but vertigo claimed him immediately. He turned and vomited before he sat back against the wall, anger showing through his feelings of illness. "What is the meaning of this? Why am I being threatened in my own room?"

He stood and stared at you but you would not meet his eyes as you seemed to try to bury yourself into Namor's chest. "Y/N what happened? Why are you crying?"

No one answered, not knowing how to word the horrifying transgression that the King could not recall committing.

"Someone speak up now! Namor why the hell are you in the royal wing? Unhand her!" M'baku yelled, taking a step forward. Okoye pushed her spear closer to his neck in response and he paused, raising his hands.

Namor let his anger explode now, "If I had not been curious enough to seek her out who knows what you would have done! How dare you talk of alliance and companionship when you would force yourself upon someone who calls you brother!"

M'baku got as pale as a man like him could get. His mind was reeling as he tried to remember what happened. He had been drinking, watching the two dance. Recalling the voices of Shuri and Okoye before his mind went black. The feeling of his vest being removed and then the dream. His dream about taking you in his bed and giving into his desires. The King fell to his knees.

"No, I-I didn't. I wouldn't. Y/N I'm sorry I was not myself. I would never do that to you. Okoye, Shuri you must believe me," M'baku pleaded, looking manic as he tried to explain and understand.

"Namor, take her away. Where ever she wants to go. We will get to the bottom of this but she shouldn't be here," Okoye was the one who made the command. She glanced at the god and he lifted you into his arms. He looked to Shuri and she nodded in agreement.

"Wait, no! Why are you letting him take her?" M'baku growled, getting up but Okoye growled back.

Namor held you in his arms but knew you too were watching the scene. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I can take you to Talokan. Not forever. For as long as you need. You should not be around him while they bring him to justice."

You watched the scene, almost regretting calling for help, but a single glance at the bed made you shiver. You knew it wasn't his fault, but you weren't sure you would be able to separate him from the feeling of violation. Not yet. "Take me to Talokan, Namor, please."

Namor rose in the air catching the attention of the three Wakandans in the room, "She has asked me to take her to Talokan. Send word of what we will do about this. The alliance can remain if he is removed from his station or you give me good enough reason why he should stay."

With those parting words, Namor flew through the palace and headed to the sea with you clinging to him.

~~~

It took three days in the realm of Talokan before word was received from Wakanda. In that time you had recovered, mostly.

You had nightmares the first night, and Namor had insisted on being within yelling distance. He had comforted you through them, showing you a tenderness you would not have believed he possessed had you not witnessed it yourself. Maybe it was because Namor was the one to come to your rescue that night, but you did not mind his affectionate touches and embraces.

On the second day he showed you Talokan. You were not prepared for the beauty of it. The advancement of their society and the different ways they used vibranium were eye opening. They were already in development of a more 'flattering' suit for surface dwellers to wear when they visited. Namor toured you around the caves and showed off his paintings. He told you the history of his people and what happened to their ancestors on land. You empathized with his hatred for the colonizers that had ravaged his mother's homeland.

The day was a welcome reprieve from the pain you had been reeling in. You allowed your curiosity and love of knowledge take over and for a moment you could imagine that that night had not happened. That you had danced with Namor until you were too tired to dance anymore. That he eventually invited you to Talokan for a day and flirted with you with his charming smiles and boyish glances.

On the third day he finally asked you what had truly happened that night. You had hesitated at first, but knew that you needed to speak. You did not want Namor to hate M'baku for what had happened. You did not want him to think the worst of your treasured friends. The recollections of the night were harrowing to describe but you did it anyway.

"I couldn't push him off. The bed didn't give me much leverage and with his armor he was heavier than normal. I didn't want anyone to see him like that but he started to touch me. He wasn't awake, I swear on Hanuman he wasn't. Baku was dreaming and was acting it out in real life. But I-I hated it so I started screaming. That's when you came, Namor." You finished your retelling and gazed into the middle distance.

Namor sat in silence mulling over everything you told him. He believed you when you said M'baku did not know what he was doing. The Wakandan King had been far to caring and adoring of you at the celebration. Your shared history and his affection would not have let him defile you or his honor that way. But that did not negate the fact that you were still violated. "Do you wish to go back?"

You paused and then nodded, "But only once they send word. I am worried about how I will react when I see him again. He is my family but things have changed. Baku wants me to be his queen."

Namor raised an eyebrow at your admission.

"He hasn't said it explicitly, but I know. I have a feeling. I left to work the Wakandan Outreach because I could feel him changing how he treated me. Baku became more affectionate, protective, even jealous," You looked down and examined your hands, a small distraction, "I wish I could return his feelings. Things would be so much easier. Maybe this wouldn't have happened."

You were crying again and Namor pulled you into his arms, a habit that had formed since he had taken you home with him. He wiped your tears with his hands cupping your cheeks gently, "It is not your fault that you do not harbor feelings for him, we cannot choose who we fall for."

You looked into Namor's warm gaze and felt such comfort that you leaned into his touch. "What will happen to him?"

"That is for you and your people to decide. You should write down what happened from your perspective and I will have Attuma take it to the palace. It may not completely absolve him, but it may save him from that woman's spear," Namor said. He hesitated then planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. When he pulled away he met your eyes, "Come, the letter must reach them before nightfall."

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You walked with Namor holding your hand at the crook of his arm as you were led to the council chambers. Your hands were sweating in anticipation. The whole council would be there and of course so would the King, you weren't sure in what capacity though.

The doors opened and Namor led you inside. Two Dora Milaje shut the doors behind you. Your eyes found M'baku's immediately, and you suppressed a shiver. He looked the way you felt, completely exhausted and heartbroken. Everyone in the room remained silent as you stepped forward. Namor relinquished his hold on your hand but stood at the ready incase anything happened.

You approached M'baku, who remained seated, as if he were consciously making an effort to appear lower than you. There were tears in his eyes as you slowly raised your hand and cupped his face. A single tear spilled as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You nodded before stepping back to your place next to Namor. You looked up and dabbed at the tears that had formed before you addressed the room, "What has been decided?"

Shuri stood, "M'baku of the Jabari tribe will remain Kind of Wakanda. Your testimony on his behalf absolved him of criminal persecution."

You breathed a sigh of relief, gripping Namor's arm for support. But there was still suspense in the room. M'baku was looking at a point on the floor.

Another council member stood and spoke, "The King however crossed boundaries with you and the council believes it is in the interest of both your honors that you marry before the month ends."

"No! I refuse! Baku what is this nonsense?" You rushed to stand before him, "You didn't do anything! My honor is in tact, they cannot do this to us."

He took your face in his hands making you flinch, "This could work, Y/N. I need a Queen, and you know I love you."

You tore your face away from him, "I am sorry, Baku, but I can't. I can't love you the way you love me. Especially not after what happened."

Another council member stood, "Y/N you must understand what this will look like. Everyone saw him take you to the table that night. There were already speculations of him taking you as his Queen. A maid has already let word out that someone was caught in a compromising position in the palace that night."

Shuri spoke up, "It is something to consider. Just give it time, Y/N."

Other council members spoke in support of the marriage, sighting your long relationship and your familiarity. It would solidify a new royal family and would bring an heir to the throne in due time. Your blood ran cold as they described your future as if it were the plot to a novel.

"If you wish for the alliance with Talokan to end before it truly starts you will force this marriage, but if you want to maintain it then I have an alternate solution," Namor spoke up, his voice cutting through the cacophony of voices. You turned to him with a hopeful look on your face that dropped when he spoke, "We can strengthen the alliance with a marriage of opportunity. I will take Y/N to be my Queen."

The council members were up in arms at the declaration. You looked between M'baku and Namor, torn. You would be a Queen at the end of it, no matter what.

Okoye finally spoke, "I know I am not in the position to interrupt, but there has also been talk in town about sightings of Namor running off with a Wakandan woman that night. It would not be so far fetched to have them announce a betrothal."

Silence reigned once more. You rung your hands as you considered your options. You would have to accept your lot in life, one that others would have prayed to be in. But here you were, wishing things were different.

M'baku stood and approached you, "It is your choice Y/N. I know you had not aimed to be a wife, let alone a queen."

You looked around you at all the expectant faces. Your eyes met Namor's and he softened as you gazed at him. You could be happy with him, these last few days had shown you that. But you didn't know him. He was still a mystery. You looked back at M'baku and felt your heart ache. The boy you grew up with was now a man hoping to make you his wife. But every look he gave you reminded you of that night and you hated it.

"Baku," You stepped towards him and took his hand, tears rolling down your face as you went back and forth in your mind over the agonizing decision, "You're going to be an amazing King."

He nodded and squeezed your fingers gently. Then you let go and backed up, turned to Namor and took his hand. "K'uk'ulkan, Namor, King of Talokan and the feathered serpent god,"

Namor could tell you were struggling. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and pressed his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes and relished the act of comfort. Namor's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, "Will you come to my side, forge this alliance across bloodlines, and be the Queen of Talokan?"

You did not open your eyes as you nodded and pressed your lips to his. Namor did not take more from you than a chaste kiss, instead embracing you fully and whispering in your ear that he would take care of you. A somber silence filled the room. You heard M'baku as he sat heavily on his throne.

"Then it is settled." One of the council members said, cutting through the tension with a sharp knife.

"A joint wedding will be announced to strengthen the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda. The transgressions leading up to this moment will not be spoken of again," M'baku finalized the decision, his voice empty and monotone.

Namor lifted his head and looked at the broken Wakandan King. He could only nod in acknowledgement as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you back through the doors. As you walked together through the palace your tears abated and you sniffled softly. You felt Namor come to a stop in front of one of the open courtyards and look down at you.

He held your hands in his and sighed. "This is not how I thought our courtship would go."

A small smile lifted the corners of your lips, "Y-you have thought about our courtship?"

"Your third night in Talokan, I was already planning for what gift I would have made for you first." Namor rubbed his thumbs comfortingly against your hands.

"Are you so sure that I would have accepted your courtship?" You asked, allowing your shoulder to ease in the warmth of the sun.

"No. But you must have felt an affection for me too, in this short time, for you to have chosen me over a life long friend," Namor said, bringing you out of your teasing mood.

"I just couldn't after what happened," You rushed to defend your choice.

Namor kissed your forehead and then your temple as he embraced you. You sank into his embrace with ease. "Shh, you do not need to explain your choice to me, in reina. But I will make sure that your time with me is full of love and caring. I will not keep you from your home country or your friends. And I will try to heal you enough that when you see the King again, you will not tremble."

"Thank you, Namor, for everything," You kissed his cheek tentatively. "I know that I can love you. It will not be long. I promise."

"I know."

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M'baku sat in the empty throne room feeling like he had lost a part of his soul. He did not wipe the tears that fell from his eyes. Nor did he greet Shuri when she approached him.

"She will be happy in time, M'baku," She reassured him, sitting on the armrest of the throne, rubbing circles into his back lightly.

"I never ever wished to harm her," M'baku admitted, his voice cracking as a sob forced its way up his throat.

"I know. She knows that too. Give it time. Time will heal everything," Shuri said as the great Jabari warrior finally sobbed into his hands, releasing his feelings of loss and shame into the empty room.

Below, Namor was leading you back to the sea already discussing the upcoming wedding. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned into him, taking solace in your choice praying to all the gods that it was the right one.

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AND THERE WE GO. Im not crying. you are.

If yall don't leave me comments on this one I'm flipping a chair.

PART TWO

#namor #namor x oc #namor x reader #namorfanfic #namorslutfanfiction #m'baku #mbaku x reader #mbaku #mbaku fanfic #Angst #SA

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risingoftime · 1 year

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓’𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖗𝖎

"I am the Queen of the most powerful nation in the world, and my entire family is gone. Have I not given everything?"

summary: Shuri is to be enthroned as Queen of Wakanda and doesn’t know if she will be able to bare the weight of the crown without her mother’s wisdom. She seeks out Riri’s guidance and warmth to thaw her frigid heart.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: death, grief, angst, hurt!shuri, loss, hint of friends to lovers, fluff, anxiety, wakanda forever spoilers.

a/n: This is definitely something that I’m not used to writing. But I hope y’all like it as much as you like my other fics! I’ve been struggling with major writer's block :|

➴ feel free to send me more thots

RIRI’S POV

I stared after her as she glided down the staircase. Shuri’s dress cascaded behind her like a black pool of water. It was made of the finest silks, held by gold rings and an encrusted black panther head with fangs on her chest. The dipped fang dangled in between her breasts against her bare skin. I tried to gulp down the lump in my throat, but my mouth became dry when I focused on the cutouts that exposed her dark skin. Okoye sure knew how to pick a dress. Shuri had tried her best to fight her way out of it, but it was clear that this was the dress. She had exclaimed that the outfit had fit too tight, too provocative, just too much for her. Yet as I watched her approach her subjects, all the nerves she had exhibited earlier were untraceable across Shuri’s posture. Her stride was regal, almost identical to Queen Ramonda. The people of Wakanda silently watched Shuri in awe. They had never seen the Princess in this light. No, not their Princess, their Queen. I was not able to be in attendance during Shuri’s inauguration amongst the Wakanda Council. Not only because I had school, but I wasn’t allowed. The ritual had been private, a sacred ceremony to officiate Shuri’s place on the Wakanda throne. Outsiders were not welcome. However, when Shuri insisted I attend the Public Crowning of the Wakandan Queen, I couldn’t refuse.

I stood off in the distance at the side of the balcony with Agent Ross to obtain the perfect view for the event. Out of sight from curious onlookers but close enough to make out every detail. M’Baku held the crown in his hands as if it was a delicate flower, and tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he walked towards Shuri. He had argued with Okoye for days that placing the crown on Shuri’s head should be him. Shuri told me that he yelled at Okoye and told her “she hadn’t become the general again until a couple of weeks ago.” This struck a chord with the Dora Milaje, leading to both groups almost getting into a physical altercation. Shuri had to break it up in the end. They settled it over a coin toss. I couldn’t hold in my laughter at the audacity of it all when we’d been on the phone. Imagining the mighty M’Baku keeled over a coin in anticipation was enough to elicit a giggle out of her.

“I present to you, Shrui Udaku, the Queen of Wakanda.” As M’Baku gently settled the gold crown atop Shuri’s head as his voice boomed loudly across the silent crowd of Wakandans.

The sea of people began to bow down to one knee, row by row, like a wave. I was in complete awe to see the power that Shuri held. She was now the sole leader of a whole country. I fell to my knees but kept my head raised to see only Shuri left standing and staring at me. A hint of a smile on her lips. She was breathtakingly draped in black and gold. I couldn’t help but feel special amongst all the people in front of her. She chose to steal a glance at me before she bellowed for everyone to rise.

The Dora Milaje raised their spears, and the Jabari tribe beat their chests in triumph, celebrating the new ruler of Wakanda. Shuri placed her arms over her chest as an “X,” yelling, “Wakanda forever,” and it wasn’t until she did so that I saw the tears flow from her eyes. They were leaving a streak down her perfected makeup—a sign of the girl who had nearly lost everything.

Shortly after the public inauguration, I returned to Shuri’s headquarters, where I stayed for the week. Desperate to change out of my heels, I mindlessly flung them on the floor to walk barefoot on the black marbled floors. My feet instantly felt soothed by the contact of the cold tiles. The only sound echoing is the soft padding of the soles of my feet, walking to sit at Shuri’s vanity overlooking the city of Wakanda. Shuri’s room was quiet and sombre. I bet I could hear a pin drop. At times it felt surreal to be in Wakanda, miles away from the loud streets of Chicago and the MIT students' crowds. When I first met Shuri and Okoye, I had been ready to throw anything to keep them from taking me away from the familiarity of my dorms. Although it had been months ago, I could recall the memory like it was yesterday. One would find it difficult to forget. When I first set eyes upon Okoye, she appeared viperous and ready to strike at any moment’s notice. I’m still surprised I was able to gain her respect. Okoye does not offer that to just anyone. Then again, I’m astonished about many things that have occurred these past few months.

The sweltering heat and sun from the ceremony had caused my dress to stick uncomfortably against my skin. I desperately needed to change into an outfit that allowed me to breathe. I fumbled with the zipper behind my neck, and my fingers struggled to pull down the clasp lock that kept the fabrics mended together. I am to be a scientist, and I still couldn’t figure out the intricacies of a simple dress zipper. Midway through my struggle, I heard my phone ping from a text by Shuri. We had unique ringtones for each other.

Meet me in the lab.

I looked at the clock to see not much time had passed since the public inauguration. Shuri should have been on the road for the parade throughout the city. That was the plan; she shouldn’t be in the lab. I made my way to the familiar doors I’d entered countless times to find Shuri sitting on the floor. Her dress puddled around her in a great heap of black silk. Once we made eye contact, Shuri was unrecognizable. The gold crown was still pinned to her head, and Shuri’s makeup remained perfectly painted on her face regardless of the tear stains. It pained me to see the softness in her eyes become cold and void. I’ve wished to keep the tenderness alive within Shuri, but since the murder of her Mother, Queen Ramonda, she hasn’t been the same. Shuri had become quick to irritate and rash. She still refused to tell anyone about the family member she had encountered in the ancestral plane. I knew better than to ask. The question always triggered an argument.

“Shuri, what’s wrong? What are you doing here? You should be with your people.”

“You are my people. That’s why I called you.” Her eyes remained trained on the ground. I’m convinced her glare could bore a hole in the laboratory floor if she wished. I couldn’t find the words to respond, unsure if I should correct her or scold her that she knew what I meant when I first said it. Deciding to remain quiet and listen was a safer option; once Shuri overcame her grief and anger, it was best to stay silent. I lowered myself to the ground to sit patiently in front of Shuri. Finally, Shuri released her lips from the tight line to speak again.

“Bury your dead. Mourn your losses. You are Queen now. Those words have haunted me for days as a prophecy I wished would not come true. I walked down these hallways a million times, feeling like a ghost in a shell. My insides cried for anyone to reach out and extract the pain that held my heart. But, instead, I’ve spent the remaining months making myself digestible for others to the extent that I no longer know what is left of me.

“The tears that have escaped me since that day felt like they would choke the life out of my soul. I would force myself to scream out from the empty cavern of my chest, yet no matter what I do, it’s as if it will never end. I wake up overtaken by a body that no longer knows rest, Riri. I don’t know how to cultivate the strength to be a Queen for Wakanda.” Shuri’s voice remained bleak as she spoke. I noticed the changes that had come over Shuri for quite some time but did not dare to look deeper. It wasn't easy to find the right words to provide comfort.

“To understand the depths of mourning, you must know love. The feeling you are experiencing is your yearning for your Mother with nowhere to go. It’s the final act of love. But she is still a part of you. Although she may not be present in the physical plane, she lives on with your ancestors. Or at least, that’s what Okoye has told me. She was quite brief with answering my questions.”

“Okoye has time to talk to you about Wakanda history?” Shuri asked.

“She doesn’t. I annoy her enough until she spares me some details.” The comment gained a full smile from Shuri. Her body language shifted slightly to face me onward, our knees lightly brushing against each other. I took this as a chance to use the light fabric of her dress to dab at her wet eyes, careful not to smudge her mascara. Thankfully her dress was black, and the action didn’t ruin it.

“That’s the thing about grief. It’s messy, and it gets everywhere,” I whispered.

As I was about to retrieve my hand back to my side, Shuri grabbed it to encase it into her own. Her skin was soft and warm while she traced circles on the back of my hand. She’s held my hand countless times, but the way she grasped it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I didn’t have to look up to know that Shuri was now staring at me.

“I’ve prayed to feel a release, and at times it felt like no one was truly listening. So, Riri, I’m thankful I have you in my life, especially now when I need to bring myself back to Earth.”

“I think this is the first time you’ve admitted that you like me around.” Then, slowly raising my head, I offered Shuri a toothy grin.

“But there’s no need to thank me, that’s what friends are for!”

Shuri’s lips pursed when I said “friend,” as if the word tasted sour on her tongue.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” I felt worried that I may have ruined the moment. It wouldn't have been the first time. Shuri’s mood has been unpredictable, and I could never be sure what I might have said to trigger a reaction.

“No, not at all. It’s just…”

“Just what? Come on; you know that you can tell me anything.” Shuri broke eye contact to watch our intertwined hands, twiddling her fingers as she did so. She often did this when she was nervous or agitated. I wanted her to spit it out, but considering she finally stopped crying, I didn’t want to welcome another onset of tears.

“I don't want to ruin the friendship that we have together. Still, I want to be honest with you and myself. I like you, Riri, more than a friend. I’ve felt this way for a while now. I guess by saying this, I’m wondering if you feel the same way.” Shuri stumbled over her words. They all seemed to come out quickly and jumbled.

I wasn’t oblivious to how close Shuri and I had become. I held her down when she took the heart-shaped herb. I have never been much of a fighter, but I fought for her and would do it again if I had to. She never had to ask because I would always be there without a second thought or doubt. Thinking back, Shuri has done the same. I can’t remember a night without not talking to her on the phone. I never thought about her busy schedule as an upcoming Queen because Shuri made time to pick up my calls. The stolen glances and shy touches were not in vain. Shuri had become a part of my world. Of course, I felt the same way.

Wrapping my arms around Shuri, I brought her close to my heart and said just that. Her body fit perfectly against my own. As I held Shuri close to my chest, Shuri began whispering a song. I didn’t understand the Xhosa language but a deep understanding capsuled in my mind of memories that would never be erased. Almost ancestral to a place that I felt akin to. It offered a tiny bit of abreaction that denied us. I felt her breath on my neck as she sang; it left goosebumps and a fluttering feeling in my stomach. Numerous thoughts clouded my mind. The outstanding one was the desire and fantasy of what it’ll feel like to have Shuri’s lips against my own. However, this was not the time. Not when she had a duty to fulfill. As if the Universe had heard her, Okoye burst through the laboratory doors.

“What is the meaning of this? Queen Shuri, the people of Wakanda await.” Okoye’s eyes were ablaze, and darted between the two of them. I became increasingly aware of how we must’ve looked at that moment. I opened my mouth to say something, yet Shuri beat me.

“I’ll only go if Riri comes with me.”

I attempted to separate myself from Shuri, but she didn’t budge. Okoye looked as if she was at a loss for words. Unsure if she should risk her position to oppose the new Queen. When she didn’t immediately speak it felt like my heart would beat out of my chest. The seconds felt like hours as I watched Okoye’s face slowly morph into a soft expression.

“As you wish, my Queen,” she sighed.

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bakarilennox · 2 years

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Tracey’s Birthday Fic-a-Thon!

Hi everybody! I never did this before so excuse how lackluster this post looks.

For those who don’t know, I’m turning 15+16 on July 17th. I was wondering… if you have time of course, would write a some feel-good (or feel-angst) one shots, head cannons, or drabbles about some of my favorite men (& women) candy that I write or blog about.

Names include, but not limited to:

Lewis Tan:

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II:

Precious Lee:

Trevante Rhodes:

Monster Woo:

Jimin:

Chris Evans:

Winston Duke:

Henry Cavill:

(I had to give faces to names, sorry)

[Keep Reading]

I will list a few prompts and you can start there or freestyle, whatever floats your boat. I prefer romantic smut fics, but they don’t have to be. Just tag them as #ABirthdayFicforTre.

Prompts:

“I’m only baking a cake, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

A birthday evening that turns into an wedding proposal

Birthday Baecation/Friendcation

“Surprise! Aye, where your clothes at?”

Karaoke night “Please stop singing for the love of God.”

“I made you a mixtape/playlist.”

Romantic walk on the beach

“Come get your cat!”

“Excuse me miss, I believe you stole my heart. May you please return it.”

Birthday massage

“I’ll help you with wash day babe.”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s stay in and cuddle.”

“I bought this and thought of you.”

“I was browsing online and I found this story you wrote about me.”

“I’m glad that I’m here with you.”

Indoor Nerf gun fight

The love interest’s dog leads them to my dog

“I’m only cooking dinner, what can go wrong?” *Everything goes wrong*

“Hey I’m lost, can you help me find where [whatever place you choose] is?”

Birthday shopping spree

“C’mon, let me do your makeup. It’ll look good I promise.”

Found log dog, returns it to the love interest/future friend

Love interest/ friend hears me singing in the shower and joins in

“I can take all the groceries in one trip, don’t worry.”

Loses phone at the park, love interest/future friend finds it & returns it to you.

“I love everything about you.”

“I know that you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I got this for you!”

“Wanna watch a scary movie?”

“Your mom said I’m invited to the cookout so that’s why I’m here.”

With best friend at a sports game and the kiss cam comes and we kiss. We secretly crushed on each other.

Birthday pool party and Love interest/friend shows up unannounced.

Whatever you want. (except i*cest, race play, use of slurs, etc.) Just be respectful basically.

This is open to everyone, but I’m tagging the people that I often see write fics so if you wanna join, I’d love it! And I am all about no pressure, so submit when you can and shoot me a message/tag whenever. 😊

Tags: @royallyprincesslilly @tgigoldie @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @muse-of-mbaku @cecereads209 @sheabuttahwrites @kittehkwrites @crushed-pink-petals-writes @ingeniousmindoftune @stargirlfics @celestianstars @pm-my-hubbies @liquorlaughslove @laketaj24 @fumbling-fanfics @natashacoco & whoever sees this.

Thanks in advance for making this the best birthday ever! 🥳😁

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forestal-ramblings · 1 year

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Black panther 2 did a really good job with the shuri ship's:

Shuri and Namor: both leaders to their people, enemies to lovers , angst and the whole showing her his world scene.

Shuri and mbaku: he treats her impeccably. And i mean look at that men.

Shuri and kill monger: he comes to her in the spirit world, what can I say.

I mean imagine the fic possibilities.

#forestal watches #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #shuri x mbaku

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 1 year

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R, S, and U for the fanfic ask game💗💗💗 Hope you're having a great day!

R: as far as fanfic writers (she’s a writer in general) but @uzumaki-rebellion is definitely and inspiration and I love @muse-of-mbaku as well!!!

S: I am obsessed with enemies to lovers and slow burns 😍 give me a mixture of things (fluff, angst, smut)

U: @uzumaki-rebellion because she’s an amazing storyteller! @hearteyes-for-killmonger because she’s so creative! She can take a plot and run with it! @muse-of-mbaku she pulls at your heart strings.

Hope you had a great day ❤️

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buckybarnesbingo · 1 year

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BBB Week 30 Roundup!

Title: That's Not My Alpha! (prev title: a wakanda fic) Creator(s): (ao3) sassyseme Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Canon Compliant Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky/Sam Warnings: angst, bucky being frozen Major tags: omegaverse, angst, wakanda Summary: After Sam's heat, he goes to Wakanda with Bucky and Steve Word count/format: 1.8k chapter, 8.2k fic

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Title: Closet Clear-Out Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: C1 - Sharing Clothes Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Reader Warnings: None Major tags: Sharing Clothes Summary: Bucky opens his closet to find half his clothes are missing. Now he must retrieve them all. Word count/format: 1227

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Title: That's Not My Alpha! Creator(s): (ao3) Sassyseme Link: ao3 Square: K1 - MBaku Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky/Sam Warnings: grieving, internalized homophobia Major tags: omegaverse Summary: As Sam waits for Bucky to wake up, he gets acquainted with M'Baku and Shuri Word count/format: 3.1k chapter

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Title: Sam dragging Bucky on social media - Part 2 Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Sam Wilson / Falcon Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Sam Warnings: none Major tags: social media post, roomies Summary: Sam finds Bucky's arm in a... unique place. Word count/format: social media post/photo edit

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Title: Steampunk Creator(s): Ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Adopted - Steampunk Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & y/n Warnings: Alternate universe Major tags: Steampunk au Summary: N/a Word count/format: Moodboard

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Title: At the End of the Line Creator(s): Ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Adopted - Animated series Rating: Teen Ship(s): Steve & Bucky Warnings: Zombies Major tags: Zombies, cut in half Summary: N/a Word count/format: Gif set

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Title: Comply Creator(s): Ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Adopted - Whump Rating: Mature Ship(s): Tws!bucky & OFC Warnings: Hostage, bound, gun to head Major tags: Hostage, bound, gun to head Summary: Maeve is held captive by hydra Word count/format: Moodboard

#buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #bingo fill #bbb weekly roundup #bbb week 30

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wakandan-flowerz · 5 years

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What Would You Have Me Do Finale

A/N: This is my entry to the WIP Festival! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, smut, mentions of death, dark thoughts. Italics are flashbacks

M’Baku looked through your doorway. It was gloomy outside, bringing a dim light into your room. You laid pregnant and in a sweat. You winced as you turned over. You placed at hand on your protruding stomach, trying to find some comfort in your sleep. M’Baku shuddered he couldn’t watch you like this. Was this how it was before? You fighting the pain, trying to give birth to Shola. How could he have ignored you then? Why wasn’t he there? He knows the answer to that but, he had to question himself.

M’Baku thrusted, kissing her neck and licking along her lips. Ayomide moaned and kept her hips bowled for him. “Faster.” She harped.

M’Baku loved when she begged. He loved her voice, hitting his ears and vibrating through him. Sweet, harmonic. M’Baku moved his hips at a quicker pace, driving into her. Giving her every rigid inch, making her cry and arch into him. Her nails sharply gliding across his back. He welcomed the sting as he pounded into her.

M’Baku would have Ayomide almost everyday and walk back to the palace a new man. This was routine. He’d sneak away to her house and come back, going unchecked. He would take a different entrance to avoid the gazes of guards and servants. You being pregnant there was more focus on you. However, he didn’t have the energy. M’Baku wanted a reprieve from his life, from you and his children. He just didn’t have room to care for much right now and Ayomide was the greatest stress reliever he could ask for.

M’Baku made it to side entrance of the palace, a door installed into the cave side. He turned down the hallway and stopped short when the doctor almost bumped into him.

“Lord M’Baku.” The doctor said. “I’ve been looking for you. We needed you earlier for Lady Y/N and the baby.”

“What about it?” M’Baku sighed.

“The Chieftess…isn’t doing well. The pregnancy is taking a toll on her body and we fear something may be wrong with the child.” He said.

“Okay.” M’Baku said, trying to piece things together.

“Sir…we can’t insure that the mother or baby will be of full health at the end of this pregnancy. We’re not sure if the child will make it to full term.” The doctor said.

M’Baku sighed. “So…what can be done?”

“We’ve placed doulas and guards with her. She’ll have to be monitored at all times. We were hoping you may talk her into bedrest.” The doctor said.

“I’ll speak with her.” M’Baku groaned. He continued down the hall. He found his way to your shared bedroom and saw you, sitting up in the bed and breathing along with a doula. “Y/N.” he said, walking in.

“M’Baku!” you said with a faint smile. “We’ve missed you the past few hours.”

“Hmm.” He responded. M’Baku sat at the end of the bed, leaning over to you. “I spoke with your doctor.”

“You’re worried?” you asked.

M’Baku opened his mouth to speak and sighed. “Let’s just follow the doctor’s advice. For your health and the baby’s.”

You hummed and settling back into your pillows. “I haven’t seen much of you lately. Can you have dinner with me tonight?”

“No.” M’Baku said.

Your head tilted at his tone. There was a sourness, like you had said something wrong. “Do you have something to do for the council?”

M’Baku frowned at you, pressing on. “Rest, Y/N. I’ll see to you later.” He got up and turned to the doula attending to you. “Watch over her.” He started walking towards the door, swiftly as if there was something driving him to leave.

“I love you.” You said.

M’Baku didn’t respond, turning out of your sight passed the door. You placed your hands on your stomach, sighing. You weren’t sure what to say or do. Baffled, you turned to your breathing exercises.

M’Baku fluffed another pillow and put it squarely with the other as you returned from the bathroom. You walked sluggishly and weighed down. With your swollen belly and your illness, you just didn’t have the energy anymore. M’Baku came to your side and walked patiently with you to the bed. You still didn’t like him touching you. However, you couldn’t deny help at this point.

“Your lunch will be arriving soon.” M’Baku said as he pulled the blanket up your legs. “The doctor wants to give you some type of tea. It might give you some of your strength back.”

You nodded as you rest back against the pillows. “The children?”

“They miss you. Mayowa is doing his best. Hopefully, we can have a family day. Whether it’s in here or maybe we take you outside for fresh air.” He said.

You looked around the room and thought about how just last month all of the kids were in the room, playing, drawing you pictures and showing what they learned in school. It seemed like so long ago. Happiness in general seemed so long ago.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” M’Baku said. “Anything at all, my love?”

You looked at him and wanted to growl. “Don’t call me that.” You said.

“Y/N, please.” M’Baku said beginning to reach for your hand.

“No.” you said snatching away. “You can’t try to be sweet with me after all this time! You don’t get to do that.” You started to cough as you got riled up.

M’Baku tried to hush you as you leaned up coughing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You leaned back into the pillows and took a deep breath. “I’m going to send someone else in here to sit with you for lunch. Give you a break.”

M’Baku tried not to hang his head as he left the room, admitting another defeat. He found himself in his office, trying to distract himself with work until there was a knock on his door.

“Come in.” he said.

M’Baku’s advisor, Masego, walked in. A solemn look plastered his face. M’Baku sat back in his seat as clearly there was going to be more bad news.

“I spoke to the Chieftess’ physician. Her condition has proceeded to worsen.” He said.

“They are trying whatever they can. My wife is strong. She will be fine as will my child.” M’Baku said.

“I know, sir. But there is something we must think about. I know we didn’t do it on the Lady’s last pregnancy, we should think of the worst case.” Masego said.

“It won’t come to that.” M’Baku said sternly.

“The Chieftess has been bedridden since she almost lost the child. Are we even sure if the child still lives?” he asked.

“My child still lives and will live among us soon. My wife will rise from her bed like before and keep her health.” M’Baku said in a low growl. “You will do your best to watch your mouth and speak positively over my wife and my children.”

Masego bowed, but just as quickly raised his head. “I just aim to speak truth to you, sir. No matter how harsh that may be.”

M’Baku watched the advisor leave and shut the door. He sighed as he rested his head in his hands.

Having dinner with the children was awkward. M’Baku didn’t like staring down at the other end of the table and not seeing his wife there. He said a silent prayer to Hanuman that you would make a full and speedy recovery. That’s all his prayers were now. Only for you and the child’s wellbeing. Every utterance to Hanuman was to make up for the lack of prayers from years ago. He wanted to the husband you needed.

You laid in bed, a sweat building on your forehead. A rag washed over your face, wiping it clean. You groggily looked over and saw M’Baku at your bed side. From what you could tell, it was late. He looked tired, but here he was, up with you. “Where are the kids?” you said.

“Asleep.” M’Baku said. “They wanted you at dinner.”

You looked at him and turned away, opting to glare at the ceiling again. You shut your eyes and gritted your teeth. One of the worse things about being bedridden was not being able to enjoy your family. Being stuck like you were years ago made you yearn for them more. Even Phelisa. “I miss them.” You whispered.

“I’ll bring them tomorrow. We can all come and be a family. We need it.” M’Baku said.

“I want my children.” You said. “Not you.”

“Y/N, please.” He said.

“Stop begging me for something I no longer have for you.” You said. “You sit here at my bedside and beg my forgiveness and adoration when I have none.”

“Y/N, please. I want us to reconcile and be together again.” M’Baku said. “Hold my hand to the fire, but forgive me and take me back.”

You would have rather watched him burn. In your state, no amount of accountability would make you his wife again. You were too detached. Your body was draining itself to nourish a child and there was no room for seeking to have relationship with this man. “No.” you said. “Get out.”

“Y/N, I am to care for you for the night.” He said. “I’m not leaving you. I’m going to right my wrongs. I will care for you and your child. I will be the husband I should’ve been.”

You scoffed. Your anger bringing more heat to your face. You shuddered as she tried to sit up. Your body ached and a cramp came over you. You winced and clutched your swollen belly. “Please, lay back.”

“No.” you said. You swat his hands away as he tried to reach for you. “Get away.”

“You are in no condition to getting up, Y/N.” M’Baku said. You swatted at me as you tried pulling your legs over. M’Baku stood like a brick wall in front of you, trying block you from standing. You tried kicking him as M’Baku did his best to restrain you without hurting you. “Y/N, stop this!”

You let out a frustrated grunt as you forced yourself to stand. You felt this rush like a massive tide taking you. You stumbled back on the bed, clutching your stomach. You cried at the tinge of pain in your abdomen. M’Baku saw the look of pain and horror on your face. Something made him rush and go to the door. He yelled for the guards on standby to find a doctor and some help. He looked back to you as you continued to whimper on the edge of the bed.

“Hold on, Y/N.” he said as he crossed the room. M’Baku fitted his hands beneath you and pushed you further into the bed. When he pulled his hand away, there was blood. He looked to find your gown with a growing stain of crimson.

“Sir, you need to help us make a decision.” The physician said.

The grave tone of the doctor called for M’Baku’s attention. He looked up from his work and daydream of having his mistress wrapped around him. “About?”

“The Chieftess’ condition worsens. We suspect that labor will earlier than expected. We must know, sir. If the situation becomes dire, do we save her and the offspring?” he said.

M’Baku took a deep breath. “The child. Save my child.”

The doctor almost looked taken aback by the decision. The Jabari watched how loving and doting M’Baku had been in the past over his wife and her pregnancies. She would be the center of attention. Somedays, no business could be done until the Chieftess was attended to. Now, it seemed as if the Lord of the Jabari could care less.

“Very well.” The doctor said.

Later, M’Baku laid in the bed that belonged to his new fancy. He stared up at the ceiling and thought how good everything felt. How in this moment pleasure had taken over his body and mind. How there was need to care about a wife and children. A reprieve he wanted to last longer than him being aroused. To fill this bliss forever. Could he walk away from his wife and children for this? Trade in the life he had known for something fresher. Something more exciting. No more mundane. He would love it.

“Stay with me.” Ayomide said.

“I wish I could, my dear.” M’Baku said as he rose from the bed. “But, I must return.”

“Come back tonight. For dinner.” She said.

“Dessert as well?” he asked, leaning over to her.

Ayomide moaned and gave him a passionate kiss before answering. “Of course.” She said.

M’Baku promised her he would come back. He made his way back to the palace. As always taking a secret entrance and creeping back into the halls as if he never left. Everything was as usual. Until a guard rushed to him out of breath.

“Sir, we’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The guard said.

“What for? What has happened?” M’Baku asked.

The guard stood up straight. He took a deep breath and his face fell. “Lady Y/N went into labor.”

M’Baku sat on his knees in the shrine to Hanuman. The great wood statue stood towering over him. A chill ran over M’Baku. He sniffed as he wiped another tear from his eyes. “I come before you more humble than ever before. I know I have done wrong by my wife, my children and my people. I have fallen and while before I sought redemption, I now ask for you to save my wife. Save my wife and my child. I will hold myself accountable. My sins are mine and mine alone. Don’t let my penance be paid by loss. I will trade my life for theirs. Just don’t take them for me. Whether she lives the rest of her life with me or without me…just give her peace. Give her all. Bless my beloved wife. Bless my beautiful children. Smite me instead. Please, my life for hers.”

M’Baku gazed down upon Shola, small and precious in her blanket. He leaned in, kissing her forehead. His firstborn daughter, his little girl. He smiled. Another blessing. He looked over at you. Fresh sheets draped over you though you sweated through them. “How is she?”

“Lady Y/N is ill, very ill. It seems the complications from the pregnancy will continue. We have not seen patients like this before, but we are committed to doing our best. With praryer, medicine and rest, we hope she will make a full recovery.” The doctor said.

“And my daughter?” M’Baku said, using his finger to move the blanket from her face.

“Since she is early, we will monitor her. She appears to be healthy despite not being carried to term. But, things can take a turn.” The doctor said.

M’Baku watched you wince in your sleep. He pressed his lips together, a silent prayer to Hanuman for the both of you. He nodded and crossed over to your bedside. With sweat on your brow and your skin losing it’s vibrance, he was slightly frightened. You were rarely sick. To see you so weak did something to him and he didn’t like it. “Do your best.” M’Baku said.

The doctor bowed as M’Baku left the room. A chill remaining in the room as he retreated. M’Baku wiped tears from his eyes as he stalked down the hallway. He tried shaking the terrible thoughts from his mind. Though he found himself in Ayomide’s bed, he still had thoughts of you in his mind. In one hand, he prayed for you. In another, he was caught up burying himself in someone that wasn’t you.

“The infection is spreading. And she has been experiencing postpartum.” The doctor said.

“What?” M’Baku said.

“She isn’t healing. And she refuses to feed the child. She rambles as if she is close to death. Her mental and physical health are continuing to deteriorate. We aren’t sure what to do.” He said.

M’Baku had to see for himself. You were slumped in bed, a grayness to your skin, lips chapped. You looked weak, like you were already a corpse. “Y/N.” he called.

“I know now without a doubt…you have ended me.” You said.

“What?” M’Baku said.

“I lay here withering away because of you. You were my life and how fitting it would be for you to be my death.” You said.

“Y/N, my love.” He said.

“Love? What is love, but poison disguised as something sweet. A treat turned rotten. A cancer taking over a body in silence and in it’s last stages ripping through you so violently.” You said. The hysteria had set in. You weren’t here anymore. You had a blank look in your eye, your mind in a haze. “You’ve killed me. I gave you everything and you killed me.”

M’Baku listened to you, ramble. He was frightened. Was this a curse? Did Hanuman seek to take you from him in such fashion? To be tormented then fade away into insanity? M’Baku kneeled at her bed and reached to take her hand. “Please, Hanuman. Restore the health of my wife.”

“Now, you pray for me. Oh, joy. Maybe, I’m not so damned.” You said.

M’Baku rose and got into the bed, cupping your face. “Stop this.” M’Baku said. “You can’t talk like this. You are going to be fine.”

“Only when I’m rid of you.” You said.

M’Baku couldn’t bare it. He left in a huff. His chest began tight as he sob in his office. What did he have to give to have you again? What could he do?

You sat outside with your children, watching them play. Songezo laid in front of Phelisa encouraging her to crawl to him. Shola scrambled on paper as Uuka braided her hair. Mayowa sat next to you on the ground. “Mama, I’m glad you are feeling better.”

“As am I…” you said.

“Can I ask you something?” he said. You looked down at him, putting a hand on his head, caressing it. “Will you leave him now?”

“What?” you said.

“Mama, I heard you.” Mayowa said. “One night, you were arguing with him. You told him once you gave birth you would leave. Are you still going to? Will you take us with you?”

You sighed, looking at the other bunch of your children playing. “I’m not in the best state to make a decision like that. And your brother still needs much care before I can take him anywhere.”

“But when you are ready? Will you leave him…for all he has done?” Mayowa asked, looking up at you.

“Don’t worry about me and your father. You are 13. You have other things to think about. The only thing I need from you is to care for your siblings.” You said.

“But you know I can help, Mama. I’m old enough. If you need help moving or…” he said.

“Mayowa, my burden is not yours. Though you are more than capable and mature, I need you to remain a child in this situation. Stay out of it, my love.” You said.

Things became easier. You weren’t bedridden anymore. You just had to be escorted around with guards, nurses or Mayowa would tend to you. You held your newborn, Ajayi. He was growing and healthy. You thanked Hanuman for you to be so lucky. No doubt, this would be your last child. There was no need for your body to go through this strain again. Ajayi squirmed in your arms as he drifted off to sleep. You gently laid him in the crib in the center of your room. You smiled as he gave a soft moan.

You were about to walk away when you heard a light tap on your door. You looked to see M’Baku in the archway, looking timid and humble. “May I come in?” You nodded and waved him in. “How are you feeling today?”

“Fatigued.” You said. “But, I’m fine.”

“Thank you.” He said.

You looked up at him confused. “Thank me? For what?” You asked.

M’Baku stepped further into the room, almost dragging his feet. “Everything. I want you to know how much I really do appreciate you for everything you’ve given me.” M’Baku said. “I know now there is nothing I can do to make you love me. And I accept that. I have prayed to Hanuman for you and our children. To forsake me as long as He showed you favor.”

You saw the sincerity and sadness in his eyes. A softness that seemed to be all he wore now. His eyes were puffy as if he had been crying. His mouth drooped, causing wrinkles. He sighed as clasped his hands together.

“If you want this marriage dissolved, I am prepared to facilitate that. I see no point in forcing you to be with me in this union. It is clear I have nothing that you want nor do you have anything left to give me.” M’Baku said. “I can live with my guilt and shame. As long as you can find some happiness, be it with or without me, I will be content.”

You glared at M’Baku. Once a proud man who stood tall and was a beckon for you, now stood before you broken and defeated. You almost felt sorry for him. But alas, you were given your way out. What were you going to do with it?

“When I’m ready, we’ll talk.” You said.

M’Baku nodded then looked to the crib. “May I?” he asked.

You waved him forward. M’Baku walked over the crib and looked down at his son with a smile. “He looks like you.” M’Baku said. “Beautiful.”

You chuckled as M’Baku ran a finger along his cheek. “You can see him whenever you like.” You said. “Even after I leave. I’m not going to rob you of being a father.”

“How can you be so gracious? Even after all I have done to you.” He said.

“Well, what would you have me do?” you said. “I loved you. A part of me still might love you. I won’t deny you gave me the best years of my life. You’ve taught me a few things and made something I didn’t expect to be. For the best and worse. But despite everything, I do believe I can find it in my heart to forgive you. Maybe not now. Maybe not in a year. But I could. But, I also can’t do it still married to you. Not like this.”

M’Baku turned to you, nodding. A few tears rolled down his eyes. “If I could go back and change things I would.”

“But you can’t. We can’t do anything about it now.” You said. M’Baku sighed, fighting a sob. You wiped his tears and caress his cheek. He clutched your hand, keeping it to his face. The last time you put a hand to his face was for a slap. M’Baku missed your touch. He was savoring this, knowing he would never get it again. You neared him, closing the space between you. M’Baku looked at you, vulnerable. You searched his eyes. Before you would look at him and have a hate flow through you. Now, that hate was quiet. You only felt sorrow and pity.

M’Baku craned his head down into you. Your answer was to lean your head back, welcoming a kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle. Something neither of you felt in a long time. You knew what you were doing and you didn’t mind it. A last taste of each other.

M’Baku pulled away from you. He removed his hand from your wrists, trying to regain his composure. You watched him back away from you. “I’m sure the children told you they are excited to see you at dinner tonight. I hope you enjoy your time with them.”

Ajayi turned 1 before you and M’Baku finalized the divorce. It wasn’t messy or loud. Just a quiet departure. You kept your promise and let him have as much time with the children as you could. You co-parented in harmony. You still had an admiration for each other but, you were very clear that you could never love him again. He accepted that, gracefully. Your children understood in time. Phelisa only saw you as her mother and as you understood, she was your daughter. You remained close. As you forgave M’Baku, you thought Mayowa to do the same though it took him the longer than it did you. It became important to you to keep your family together. Something M’Baku was grateful for.

In the end, it was a shock to most when you opted to be buried next to M’Baku. You cared for him in life and up to his death. You saw him through everything, might as well keep doing it. After all between the both of you, there was still a dormant love.

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samwilsonsbabymama · 5 years

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His Girl

Pairing: M’Baku x Reader

Summary: Reader and M’Baku run into each other at a party after their breakup.

Warnings: none… I think

Word count:

A/N: Alright, here goes. There’s going to be another part to this, I hope yall like it…

M’Baku watched you from across the room, the expression on his face unreadable. If you had known that he would be at this party, you wouldn’t have come, but now that he had seen you, you very well couldn’t leave. After all, it had been his decision to break up with you, not yours.

The guy you were dancing with, Michael, pulled you flush against his pelvis and you swore that you saw M’Baku’s jaw twitch. You wrapped your hands around Michael’s neck keeping your eyes locked with M‘Baku’s and you continued to grind against Michael.

The song changed to a slower one and you thanked Michael for the dance. He winked and responded, ‘Any time,’ causing you to laugh and head towards your friends. You’d chosen to wear your favorite jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and some white shoes to this party.

“You must be trying to provoke me, Y/N,” you heard someone growl in your ear and you laughed as you turned to face the speaker.

“M’Baku, you lost all claim to me the moment you broke things off. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” you said brushing past him and leaving him to watch you walk away. Once you found your friends, one of them, Tasha, handed you a drink and you chugged it without a moment’s hesitation.

“Was that M’Baku?” Tasha asked after you finished your drink and you nodded your head. “Did you ever talk to him like I told you to? You need closure, Y/N, and ignoring him isn’t going to provide that.”

You shrugged and held your cup out for a refill. You knew she was right, but you would never tell her that.

“Y/N, y’all were together for three years, you can’t just end it like that,” Tasha continued.

“I didn’t end it, he did, Tasha, and I really don’t want to do this tonight,” you said after taking a sip of your drink. “I came out to have a good time dancing and drinking, not to talk about my ex. Can we please not do this now?”

“Whatever girl,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.

You leaned over to tell your friends about the guy that you had been dancing with, but the song changed, and your eyes drifted back to the dancefloor.

“Girl. Tasha. We-” you began

“I’m already two steps ahead of you,” she responded taking your cup out of your hand and tossing it in the trash. The two of you raced towards the dancefloor just as the lyrics began.

Cash money records taking over for the 99 and the 2000’s

The two of you sang along to the music as you danced with each other. You were having so much fun that you hadn’t realized that M’Baku and his friend, Erik, had come up and started dancing with you two. He knew that this was your favorite song and that you never passed up the chance to dance when it came on. He also knew that listening to this song put you in a good mood and that he could get you to talk to him after dancing to this song.

When the song ended, continued to dance with him. You’d missed the feel of his hands on your skin and the way he felt against you. Being with him at this moment almost made you wish that the two of you were back together.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you attempted to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“Y/N, please talk to me,” he begged.

You looked at him for a few seconds, studying his face. When you found nothing but sincerity there, you nodded your head and allowed him to pull you outside. The chill of the night air brought goosebumps to your skin and you rubbed your arms in an attempt to get warm.

The two of you stood outside for a few moments before M’Baku spoke.

“I know you’re upset with me, Y/N. But I have my reasons for leaving things the way I did, and I promise I’ll tell you if you give me time,” he began. He hadn’t looked at you yet since he pulled you outside, and you knew that meant that he was trying his hardest to hold himself together.

He sighed as you watched his back, hoping that he would continue and give you some explanation as to why he dumped you.

“Being with you was the best time of my life. No one had ever made me as happy as you did, as you still do, and it scared me. I could see our future, Y/N, and I wasn’t ready for that. But I promise I am now. Being without you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Please, Y/N,” he finally turned to face you. “Please give me another chance?”

In all the time that you’ve known him, you’d never heard him beg that way and it unsettled you. His eyes were pleading, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You sighed. What were you supposed to do? The man that you loved, who claimed to love you, left you without an explanation.

“You really hurt me, M’Baku, and I don’t think you know just how much,” you said just above a whisper. “You were here one minute and gone the next with no explanation. Would you forgive me if I did that to you? No, you wouldn’t. So why should I forgive you?”

He stayed silent for a minute, letting your words sink in. You watched as he moved closer to you and you let him pull you into his embrace. When his face was a few inches from yours, he closed the distance between you two. His lips were as soft as you remembered, and it brought back hundreds of memories from your time together. You melted into his embrace and let him take charge. You weren’t sure how long the two of you kissed, but when you pulled away your cheeks were flushed, and your breath was ragged. His eyes were still closed when you looked at him again and your heart clenched. You reached your hand up and gently touched his cheek before sighing. Your thumb traced his bottom lip and he leaned into your touch.

“M’Baku,” his eyes snapped open at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “Sweetie, I love you, and I think you love me. But it’s going to take more than some sweet words and gentle kisses to get me back.” You placed one last kiss on his lips and left him outside.

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spookysmujer · 3 years

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All the Stars, O. Diaz

Summary: After having a stressful week dealing with the Santos, you try to make Oscar feel relaxed enough to get him to open up.

word count: 1.3K

warnings: cute s h e t, fluff, vulnerability

a/n: Hello babes, I am putting in some weRk over these next few days! Also who has been super excited after hearing it’s official: ON MY BLOCK SEASON 4 IS HAPPENING. Our papichulo returns! Don’t worry, angst coming up next, some smut and the whole spiel, hehe. As always please: follow the blog, heart/comment/reblog my work and turn on notifications for when I post new content!

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You were told you were silly to move in with Oscar during senior year of high school. That you had to be knocked up. Even though your parents gave you the OK, they always made it their mission to remind you that there are more important things in life than having a boyfriend. But no one understood just how deeply you connected with him. And to those who claimed it wouldn’t last, here you are 5 years later.

And with living at the Santo trap house came with its occasional inconveniences. Such as Oscar having the stress of ‘work’ follow him home all the time. And mostly, there was no problem in solving them. He did his best to separate business and pleasure. But there were days where he couldn’t and it would take a toll on your relationship. Days like today, so you want to help him relax and relinquish any stress.

When he gets home, he stops in the kitchen to press a kiss to the top of your head. He goes to the bedroom and strips down to his white tank and basketball shorts. You take the liberty to get him a beer, he thanks you with a touch when you hand it to him, “Long day?”

He hums in response as you run your hand over his head, he loves the feeling of you touching him. Touch for him is his love language rather than speaking. Which no doubt was hard for you in the beginning considering that for you, you were heavy in verbal communication. You need lots of reassurance and it was a big adjustment to learn that he likes to reassure you in a different way.

After mindlessly thinking, you reach over and take the remote to turn off the tv. He scrunches his eyebrows together and looks at you, “Com’n, let’s go.”

“Go where? I just got home, com’n.” You gather your purse and go stand by the doorway, looking back at Oscar who is still laying back on the bed. He looks at you, trying to tell you I ain’t going nowhere with his eyes. But your eyes tend to be more deadly than his. He groans before getting up and grabbing his wallet, “You don’t need it, let’s go tortuga.”

He pinches your behind as he approaches you, you squeal a little as you get away. Though he didn’t want to, Oscar knows there are days where you don’t see him much except for when he climbs into bed next to you. So instead of complaining, he just follows in pursuit.

You snatch the keys from his hand and jump into the driver’s seat. He won’t admit it but he loves to see you drive his car, it wasn’t always that way but to see you leant back, wind in your hair and head bopping to music, it’s a sight for sore eyes. Oscar keeps quiet as co-pilot and lets you take him to wherever you have planned.

Oscar doesn’t think anything when you pull up at a taco truck, you tell him to wait in the car that you phone ordered food for the two of you. When you get back to the car, he half expects for the two of you to eat in the car. However, you place the bag of food in the back seat and take off again. You drive for a bit more, taking a turn pass the sign that says “Hollywood Sign Ahead”. Most tourists have a designated area to part and hike near it. You know a way to drive up to it. Call it your rebel memory of high school. “Where are you taking me, hm?”

You look over at Oscar and smile, continuing the drive in silence. Oscar quirks his eyebrows when pulled up near a cliffside. He looks to you then tries to look over the ledge, “Com’n.” And when you walk over to his side to pull him closer to the edge, he feels a certain weight leave his shoulders. The sight is literally breathtaking. Los Angeles in a whole view makes everything that has been happening seem so miniscule. He lefts out a breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

“That’s why I brought you here. That release of breath you just let out that you have been holding in for God knows how long. Up here it’s different from the beach, down there you can release it but still gotta be cautious. Here, there is literally no one to see you be… you.” He keeps looking at the bustling city below. A small smile forms on his lips before looking at you. His hand cups your cheek, thumb gently gliding across the warm skin. You melt into his touch and smile.

So you both get comfy of the hood of his car and get to grubbing on the tacos. It’s nothing but silence as you eat first. You want Oscar to feel comfortable in this safe space. You have learned that the best way some people release all the pent up frustration is in silence while in the presence of others. It seemed out to you when you learnt this but sometimes it’s just another's presence that can be a tremendous help.

He finishes first and you offer your other taco, he denies it and chugs the rest of his drink. “Cuchillos put me second in command. Lots of new territories to cover. More business to handle and it’s been a fucking rough trip so far. Turning against long time allies. Taking fathers from little ones. I knew what I was getting when taking on the job but…” He shrugs, clearing his throat.

You watch him closely and quietly sighed. Not pushing him to talk more, you wait it out patiently. “I just need to know you can stick it out with me during times like this.” He says and you stop chewing your food, taken back a bit.

Oscar finally looks at you and you swallow. You set your food down to slide off the hood to stand in front of him. He watches as you step between his legs, he looks at your lips as you rest your hand on his thighs. “Remember when we had that pregnancy scare half way into senior year? Or when Cesar ran off from us at the fair? We didn’t know what to expect to have next then, just like you don’t know right now. But we always did something that no matter the outcome we knew we’d be okay, we always stuck together and did our best. I am here. I am not going anywhere, I won’t run when the going gets rough. When every single day life tries to throw us a curveball, I’m gonna be right next to you. I promise you that.”

Those special moments in life that automatically engrain themselves into your brain, the times where it becomes such a significant moment that you can later anchor yourself to. And right now is one of those moments. Oscar knew from the get go that you would remain a faithful companion in his life the moment you took a leap and moved in with him. Unknown where the future could lead the two of you. Here you are in the moment that you never saw coming all those years ago.

“Thank you.” He grabs your hand and presses a kiss on the back of it. You blush as he pulls your arm around him to get a hug. Oscar inhales your scent which has always consisted of vanilla and brown sugar. The feeling of your embrace keeps him at bay with the uncontrolled thoughts. The two of you share a few kisses, “Despite all this shit, it’s not a bad thought you know.” He tells you and you look at him quizzically.

He chuckles, “A baby, you pregnant. Doesn’t sound bad at all.”

The warmth in your cheeks makes you look away shyly. But the condensation that spread across the windows later showed no signs of shyness.

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devnicolee · 3 years

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Survival (1)

A/N: Finally getting around to posting this! Thanks for your patience :) Shout out to @muse-of-mbaku for this one! The inspiration:

Warnings: BP/Greek mythology crossover, angst - all the angst cause I love it. Enjoy!

Summary: When Princess Medusa met M’Baku, a solider in her father’s army, her only concern was survival. Survival and evading the grasps of those seeking to destroy her. However, he soon makes her realize that there is more to life than mere survival, if she is willing to fight for it.

Word Count: 3,600

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Medusa hummed lightly to herself as she wrapped her gold scarf around her head, tying it tightly and securing it in a turban to ensure none of her hair could be seen. This was her task every morning before she could leave her chambers or someone else could enter them. She did not mind it as it ensured her own safety and that of those in the Palace.

She shook her head slightly, her daily test to ensure the wrap was indeed secure, nodding lightly to herself before continuing with the rest of her morning routine. She gazed at herself for a few moments in her mirror as she slid on her gold rings and jewels. Finally, when she was satisfied by her appearance, she rose and walked out of her door.

She had an audience with her father this morning, about what - she did not know. But that did not bother her. Her father kept many things to himself.

A guard announced her presence as throne room doors flew open before her. The stretch from the door to her father’s chair seemed longer than ever today as the clicks of her feels filled the quiet room in silence. Her eyes glided over the hanging tapestries, lined in rose-colored gold and deep blue with her family’s insignia stitched into it. She passed column after column of stone and delicately painted designs until she reached the steps that led up to her father’s chair.

Her mother was notably missing from his side today so King Gorgon sat alone, slumped back into his chair as if he was agonizing over something.

Medusa finally stopped, curtsying before her father, before lifting her eyes to his and offering him a smile. However, her bright smile faltered slightly as she looked into his eyes and found something she had never seen before: hatred.

“Father,” she offered politely, her originally assumptions about this audience vanishing as concern and fear replaced it.

“Medusa,” he replied coldly. “I have brought you here to inform you that I have reached a grave decision. I can no longer allow such an abomination as yourself to stay here.”

Medusa instinctively took a small step back from him as if his words were a physical slap to the face. Her eyes misted slightly as a wave of emotion hit her. “Father, how could you say such a thing?”

His reflective gold armor making light noise as he drew himself to full height, towering over his daughter.

“It is the truth. I cannot turn the cheek. You are a murder and such, will be treated as one. Take her away!”

In her shock, Medusa did not even notice the guards move toward her until it was too late. Flanking both sides, they roughly grabbed her by her arms. She fought against them, resisting as they tried to drag her away from her father. Tears were rapidly falling down her face, blurring her vision as she shouted at her father, begged him to reconsider. She only stopped, her heart falling into her stomach when he stepped out of the shadows. The General walked over to her father and stood beside him, realization at what they were planning washing over her.

“F-father PLEASE!! Do not do this! I am your daughter, your heir!” She cried out as the guards drug her back toward the door, toward her death.

“I have no daughter!” He called after her, coldness Medusa had never heard before in his voice. She watched as he turned to the General and said words Medusa had once believed she would never hear fall from his lips. “Dispose of her.”

The General nodded and smiled as he descended down the short steps and followed Medusa out. “With pleasure.”

Medusa shot up, her chest heaving as her mind slowly groped its away through the darkness and back to reality.

“They can’t hurt you here. They can’t hurt you here,” she whispered to herself as she pulled her knees to her chest.

She closed her eyes and focused on soft thuds of raindrops outside as she breathed in and out, trying to calm herself enough to rest again. Her head fell into her knees as she tried to rid that dream from her memory. But she soon realized she couldn’t. It was itched into her brain matter as if it were written into stone.

However, soon exhausted forced her to lay back down o her makeshift cot and attempt to catch sleep once more. It was far from comfortable, certainly not the level of comfort she was used to. But comfort was low on her list of priorities at the moment. After a couple of weeks, she had grown used to the ache of the rocky cave floor. Now it barely registered to her at all. Besides, what was comfort in the face of what she had escaped? What comforts did she even deserve after what she had done?

She shook her head, she couldn’t think about that right now. She turned on her side, her eyes trained to the mouth of her new secluded home as she waited for sleep to claim her once again.

****

“FIND HER!”

General Alec and his second-in-command dunked as King Gorgon threw a goblet at them, his frustration growing to unprecedented levels as the days passed by with no progress or the return of his daughter.

The two men standing below the throne shared an exasperated glance.

“But sire, t-the search party did not return! That is not by accident. Perhaps it is time we consider that Medusa does not wish to be found. Perhaps it is time to leave her be.”

“SILENCE!” King Gorgon yelled, slamming his fists against the arm of his throne chair. “I will hear no more of this! She is the heir to my throne! You will send more men and they will bring her home. No matter the cost! Do I make myself clear?”

The General nodded, his tone filled with resignation. He was tired of this dance, sacrificing his best men to an unknown fate. “Yes, your majesty. We will send more men at once.”

He bowed as deeply as his gold, glistening armor would allow before turning on his heels to exit. The other man trailed behind him slightly as their boots stomped across the marble floors of the palace back to his office.

“What are we to do, Alec? This will be the second search party, we cannot continue to waste our good men.” His voice was in a low hurried whisper, despite the men being relatively alone in the cavernous halls of the Palace. After all, his questions were border lining on treason.

Alec shook his head, “That monster must be killing them all. She clearly bewitched the King, he is blinded by his love for her.”

Alec let out a deep sigh. He did not become the leader of their kingdom’s armed forces by refusing to make difficult choices. It was his own fault that he was now in this position to begin with. Had his first mission not failed, this would not be an issue. However, for him to achieve his ultimate goal, Medusa could not step foot back on their shores.

“We will send Platoon 10.”

The other man’s nose wrinkled up in confusion. “I understand you do not wish to send anymore of our best but those men are all destitute. None have the skill for this task, sire.”

Alec turned away from him. “You will find that among the most destitute of us… is the exact man we need for this task. Find the poorest man in the Platoon and have him brought to me at once. Tell him I have a job for him that will make him wealthy beyond his wildest dreams.”

The man nodded and rushed out of the away from him. Alec turned and walked toward one of the many tall windows that lined the hallway. This side stared out into the ocean and beyond.

He smiled slightly to himself before turning to walk away.

“Any day now,” he whispered.

****

“Platoon 10! Attention!”

M’Baku quickly threw down the book that he was clutching in his hands as he laid down and jumped out of bed. With record speed he slid into his boots and stood rigid at attention at the foot of his bed. He was the first to make it there, the rest of his team slow moving and lethargic.

He narrowed his eyes in frustration, the rest of his face remaining unreadable as he and his superior waited for the rest copy his stance.

M’Baku was proud to have worked his way up to the leader of Platoon 10. They did not receive they respect they deserved as members of the Royal Army, mainly because they represented the worst of their kingdom: the poor, the reckless, the criminal. However, he was a rare sort in their world. A man who started from nothing and was slowly climbing the tall cliff to something greater. He would never squander that.

“The King has tasked you with a special mission of the utmost importance. The Princess Medusa is stranded on a nearby isle. You are to go and retrieve her and kill anyone or thing that stands in your way. Understood?”

The men shouted their understanding, M’Baku’s heart thudding rapidly.

This is it. He immediately thought to himself. If his team of misfits could save the Princess… THE Princess, no one would question them again. He could finally have the respect he knew he deserved. He had to keep his lips from turning up into the smallest of smiles. This was his shot.

“You leave at sunrise. You,” his superior pointed at the man next to M’Baku’s bunk, Demitiri. The man stood up even straighter as if someone was pulling on his head. He glanced slightly at M’Baku who offered him a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Come with me.”

Demitiri fell into the step behind him before the door of their hall slammed shut. As soon as the thud of the door echoed through their shared room, the two rows of men immediately relaxed, their limbs slacking and their lungs expelling the breathes they were silently holding in.

“Pack up, men and say your goodbyes,” M’Baku called out as he rounded the foot of his bed to return to his mattress. “We depart at sunrise.”

He immediately returned to his book as the rest filed out to spend the day elsewhere, either pinching a couple pennies together to have a drink or buy a woman for the night… or actually say goodbye to their loved ones. M’Baku had no interest in the first two and he had no family to say goodbye to. So he remained exactly where he was as his men filed in and out throughout the day, not moving a muscle other than flipping the pages of his worn and weathered book.

***

Medusa sighed as she tightened the delicate white rope around the bodice of her gown. The gown was once beautiful, however, it wasn’t made to last in the elements for weeks. The white had turned a dingy grey about a week ago, despite her attempts to clean it, and the intricate flowers that decorated the midsection of it had started to fall off.

She was thankful she chose this dress the day she fled though. The white cap she had worn over it doubled as a blanket at night while she slept. And the high slits of the skirt gave her legs air and room to breathe, which she was desperate for under the smoldering heat of the sun.

Before she stepped outside, she wrapped her hands around her hair, the light hissing and slithering filling her ears as she pulled them up and wrapped her matching white head wrap around her head. It was habit that this point, she could have let them roam wild and free. But she learned her lesson when the first Platoon sent by her father arrived on the beaches. They were gone before they truly understood what happened. She could not take anymore blood on her hands.

She did her customary shake to ensure the head wrap was secure before stepping out into the forest. She quite enjoyed it here, the solitude and the peace. She was content with making this spot home. She had found food sources and fresh water almost immediately, healing herbs for when she accidentally cut herself or injured herself. There were few wild animals but none were a danger to her.

But most of all, it was beautiful. Gorgeous cliffs filled with lush green treetops that swayed in the summer breeze. A few minutes’ walk from her cave and she would run into the pristine, untouched white sandy beaches. That is where she would come everyday to pass the time.

Some days, if it was too hot, she would shed her dress and swim in the ocean, the water washing away her pain and sorrows even just for a moment. And sometimes, she would just sit in the sand and stare out into the horizon. Those were the worst moments because they were filled with longing: for home, her family… a life she knew she could never return to.

Peace or sorrow, the beach was the spot she went to feel all of it, to bask in it under the crystal blue sky. She knew with every passing day the sorry would fade into nothingness, she just had to keep showing up and trying.

This day, the clouds were still dark and menacing from the storm the previous night. She knew at some point, she would be forced to retreat to her cave to protect herself from the rain.

“Somebody must of upset Zeus,” Medusa muttered to herself as her hands ran through the sand. Her fingers traced patterns and figures into it as she sat thinking about her father and mother. It pained her to her core to think of what they must have thought of her now.

“You are a monster,” she whispered to herself, helplessness filling her. Just as tears started to glisten in her eyes and she was about to allow herself to drown in her emotions, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

Medusa immediately jumped up and turned to find a group of eight men walking toward her. Her heart pounded and breath quicken as she realized what they were here to do: kill her. She cursed herself quietly, desperate to understand how they were able to get so close to her without her noticing. She recognized them as her father’s men immediately, her family crest proudly etched in their uniforms.

She backed away from them slowly, only stopping when the man in front called out her name.

“Princess Medusa, wait!”

She had no real reason to heed this advice. They would likely catch her either way, she determined, as she sized up the shrinking distance between them. They did not appear afraid of her, but she could tell they knew to be afraid of something. It was in their faces, in their body language - the way they shifted nervously and their eyes never stayed trained on her but frantically glanced into the forest as if they were expecting a monster to attack them at any moment.

They likely saw the corpses on the other side of the island, she reasoned. They knew something was amiss, they just didn’t seem to know it was her. She had not returned to that side of the island since that incident, she couldn’t bring herself to look at yet another tragedy she created.

However, that confused her even more. If they did not know she was a murderer, why did they come here at all?

The man in front took a tentative step forward, his hands raised slightly as he laid his sword down as if he wanted to show her he was no threat.

“We mean you no harm, your grace. Your father sent us to bring you home.”

Medusa’s heart leaped into her throat. Bring me home?

“R-Really?” She asked, her voice quiet. “H-he wants me to come home?”

He and another man took another tentative step toward her. She instinctively lifted her foot to step backwards but something stopped her. Maybe she was wrong this whole time. The other Platoon had not even had a chance to explain, she had just assumed.

However, this man was speaking to her as if she was human, a person deserving of compassion. And it sparked her basic human need for connection, something she had been struggling to suppress since she arrived on the island.

“Of course. You are the heir to the throne. Why would he not want you to return?”

The confusion in his voice stirred up more questions and confusion for her. How could her father want her back after all the horrific things she had done? It didn’t make sense.

What if he only wants you to come back so he can make an example of you? A small voice whispered in her head.

She shook her head slightly, closing her eyes for a moment. She could not make herself do it - make herself believe he truly wanted her back or believe that there was anything waiting for her in that palace except the open arms of the Grim Reaper. At least here, she would meet her end on her own terms.

“What is your name?” She asked of the man.

“M’Baku,” he offered, bowing slightly before her.

“You lead these men?”

“Yes, your grace.”

“Then, M’Baku. Return to the Kingdom and tell my father I shall never return. I will not scurry home only to be sent to the executioner’s block. Tell him he will get his wish soon enough. I am as good as dead.”

M’Baku’s face twisted up in surprise. “Executioner's block? How could you believe -"

She interrupted him loudly, "I wish to live out my final days here. Alone. You all should take your leave."

"But your grace!”

“I said, leave! Now!”

She watched for a moment as the wheels turned in his head before he accepted defeat and his shoulders collapsed in disappointment. She spared him one last look as he turned to face his men and started to point back toward the direction they came. Satisfied that they were going to leave her be, she turned to retreat into the forest and her new home.

However, she only made it a step before she heard a scream and a man yell, “Demitiri, NO! Your grace!!!”

She whipped around again to find one of the men racing at full speed toward her, the silver of his blade glistening in the peeking sun as he menacingly raised it toward Medusa. He covered about half of the ground between them before M’Baku jumped in between them.

He let out a groan as the man’s blade collided with the left side of his upper chest near his shoulder.

Medusa watched as he crumpled slightly to his knees, his other hand flying to his wound, before he fell completely onto his side. She stood paralyzed for a moment, staring at his body, before she realized that his moment of sacrifice did nothing to deter the assassin in his ranks.

As she watched him continue toward her, she immediately reached for her head wrap and violently ripped it off her head. The slithering snakes covering her head hissed in excitement at their new found freedom. The man’s body immediately turned to stone, the bloody knife still raised in his hand, his face screwed up in shock.

Medusa steadied her breathing as she tried to calm down. Her eyes traveled over the new stone corpses she would add to her reluctant collection. She hadn’t even thought of the other five innocent men who stood behind him when she killed him, she just didn’t want to die. Not yet, anyway. However, she knew her desire to remain alive was causing her list of victims to grow longer and longer.

She was only pulled out of her mental riverine by a small moan of pain coming from the man sprawled out on the beach.

He is still alive.

He had fallen with his back to her so he could not see her in her true state, the only thing that had saved him from becoming a gargoyle like his companions.

Medusa stayed rooted in the spot she was in like a tree as she contemplated her next move. She did wonder if it was best to just kill him too and be done with it.

One of his men did just try to kill you, she reasoned with herself.

Yes… and he was willing to sacrifice himself to save you, her conscious reminded her.

She sighed, her trembling fingers immediately forcing her hair back into her turban before tentatively approaching his body. She took the sword near him away so he could not attack her if he tried. She pushed him onto his back, his uniform already covered in his deep crimson blood. His eyes were closed and his breathing labored as he laid there.

She examined the cut slightly, moving his shirt slightly to see it. It wasn’t particularly deep, he certainly did not have to die if she made the selfless choice. She bowed her head for a moment, acknowledging what she had to do… the only thing her conscious and soul would allow her to do.

“M’Baku,” she whispered to him, “You are going to be alright. I promise.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! I have three chapters written so far so I will probably post them like once a week or something. I will go ahead and say that I pulled some random aspects of the story from Greek mythology for this. Medusa's origin story does include sexual assault but this fic does not! I didn't want anyone to read it and worry that is the direction it is headed in. No real warnings for this except general fighting cause the people have swords lol. Just wanted to let everyone know that!

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Chapter 3 to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle aka Friends to Enemies to Lovers.

Part One Part Two

Summary: Wedded life is treating you well. Wakanda is in turmoil. And you're given an ultimatum

Smut, angst, violence.

"Rest, in reina, it has been an eventful day," Namor said to you once you entered your room in the caverns of Talokan. You were confused that he had not brought you to the shared room that he had made up for after the wedding. The one he had so excitedly told you that he was looking forward to sharing with you.

"In ajawo, where are you going?" You asked as Namor turned his back on you. He hesitated then addressed you.

"What happened at the wedding was a show of my devotion to you and this union, but it was also violent and cruel. You were not here during the battle between out countries and this is the first time you have witnessed the worst of me. I do not regret the decision but I know that you need time to process," Namor stayed near the door as he spoke. You stepped closer to him, listening to what he said. "I only wanted today to be full of happiness. I am sorry that I wasn't aware of the treason that was rippling through my people."

He looked guilty and it broke your heart. You reached for him, pulling him into your arms, "In ajawo, I understand what you did. They tried to kill me. To be honest, I was waiting for the day I would finally witness the Namor that attacked Wakanda. I couldn't imagine the Namor I know doing that. But I have seen it now and it is not anything I didn't expect. If anything, I was more surprised that Baku agreed with you. I won't say anything about the sacrifice. It is a lesser used aspect of your culture?"

Namor nodded, pulling away slightly to meet your gaze, "There were stories passed down through the shamans but, until today, we had never considered using it. But in my rage, my fear for you, I turned to the old ways."

"You did it for me, for us. I cannot and will not hold that against you. The gentle Namor who took me in and the ruthless one who killed to protect me are both parts of you. I want all of you, Namor," You kissed the corned of his lips.

"I was worried that you would fear me. Or hate me," His eyes shut in relief.

"You would never direct your ruthlessness at me, my king, and that is all I need to know. I told you I trust you. That hasn't changed," You reassured him, then took his hand. "Will you take me to our shared room now? I don't want to end this day without you next to me."

The soft smile that graced his face brought forth another wave of affection. This wasn't love yet, but it was close and that was all you needed to follow him where ever he led you. It occurred to you then, that if the wedding had been with Baku you would have hidden yourself, avoiding the wedding night like it was a plague. But with Namor you wanted to share that night with him. You weren't sure whether it was your growing affection or that you wanted to wash away his insecurities. Yes, the king had insecurities, you saw them in the way he pulled away from you after the ceremony and you were determined to show him they were unfounded. To truly become bound to him tonight, remind him you chose him, and that you both were determined to make the best of this unplanned union.

The room he brought you to was deeper in the caves, larger, and decorated with more warmth than the rest of the Talokanil caverns. The bed was like a large nest of blankets and pillows. The room was lit, like the rest of the caves, with numerous glow worms that hung from the ceiling. Namor went around lighting candles to warm up the space.

"You should clean up and rest, in reina," Namor said as he approached a large polished slab of obsidian that leant against the wall, serving as a mirror. You approached him slowly as he began unclasping his shin guards and arm guards. You met his gaze as you helped him remove his pauldrons and necklaces. When he was left in just his cloth cape, his jewelry and adornments sitting on a counter, you took his hands and guided them to help you remove your own.

His eyes did not meet yours a he removed hair pins and braids, necklaces and rings, except your newly placed wedding ring. Namor knelt before you and took your foot, methodically untying and slipping off your sandals. When he stood before you you cupped his cheek, relishing in how he leant into your touch. Now that you had both shed the jewelry and markers of your status, you were just a man and woman, wife and husband, on your wedding night.

"Show me how much you'll love me K'uk'ulkan and I will show you the same," You whispered as you pressed up close to him. His eyes grew darker with the realization of what you were asking him. He held your gaze, asking for your permission. When you nodded Namor leant forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

It was all consuming and held none of the tentative nature of the past week. He pulled you firmly against him, his tongue meeting your own, pulling moans from you in a way that you had never experienced before. When you finally had to come up for air he tilted his forehead against your own. Both of you were panting from the passion of it. You had worried for a moment that any intimacy with the king would trigger you, but now a giddy smile spread across your face.

"If you had kissed me like that before I might have married you the day we went to the council," You teased, pulling back to gaze at Namor, arms slipping down his chest. With a smooth movement you unclasped his cape and pushed it off his shoulders. He stood before you now, golden and naked except for the shorts that didn't hide anything now that he had truly had a taste of you.

Namor let out a full laugh at your teasing and as usual was not at all concerned with his physical nakedness. He grabbed at your skirt in an attempt to help you out of it but you skipped away from his grasp and dove into the nest of bedclothes and pillows. You couldn't help but laugh out loud as Namor followed you into the bed and tickled your sides. You both laughed and wrestled until you were out of breath laying next to each other, staring fondly into each others eyes.

"You are beautiful, in reina," Namor whispered as he turned onto his side and leant his head on his hand. His other hand reached over to your shoulder closest to him. Gently, he pulled your short dress sleeve off your shoulder and began kissing your skin slowly and sensually. You allowed yourself to sink into the soft feeling of his lips on your skin. It wasn't until Namor moved so that he was nearly on top of you, kissing your neck that you began having flash backs.

You knew this wasn't the same, you knew that this was Namor, your husband and not M'baku. But your breathing came faster, and you couldn't stop yourself from shoving Namor off you. He did not protest but instead sat up and away, his hands up in an appeasing stance, "In yakunaj, I'm sorry, I was moving too fast."

You fought back the sob that was tearing its way up your throat. Namor didn't deserve this, "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I know it's not the same but I just got lost. I'm sorry, Namor."

You buried your head in your hands, shoulders weighed down in defeat. But the hesitant touch of his hand on your shoulder made you look up. He wasn't angry or even annoyed. His gaze was soft as he gestured for you to come into his arms. The King pulled you practically on top of him in a warm embrace. You clung to him, listening to his heart beat while your own finally slowed down.

"Do not be sorry, in yakunaj, it has not been long since it happened," Namor kissed your temple, "Let us sleep for now."

You nodded against his chest and inhaled deeply. His scent surrounded you, masculine and clean and fresh. The feel of his strong muscles gently holding you to him did not scare you but instead made you feel secure. In your mind you shook off the memories of that fateful night.

...

You don't know what woke you but you found yourself laying next to Namor, staring up at the ceiling and constellations of glow worms. He was tucked into your side with a leg slung over your own. HIs body radiated heat that among the bedding and pillows was making you uncomfortably warm. Without waking him, you managed to shimmy out of your loose dress leaving you in your underwear and a thin tank top.

You sat and looked down at the King, relaxed, sprawled out and sleeping peacefully. It was strange to be here next to him already feeling your affection growing rapidly while also remembering how easily he had taken a life. But a part of you was also angry at the woman for ruining your day. You had been happy, you had fully accepted what was happening and seeing the good in it and her vitriol had marred the celebration. A part of you heard her words, her apprehensions and knew that there was some truth there. It did not escape you that becoming queen to a country you could not even spend more than hour in without a special suit was preposterous. And years of Namor and his people hating the surface world and those who dwelled there made the coupling almost hypocritical. But she was gone, and hopefully with her the rest of the naysayers. She had succeeded however in implanting the feeling of foreboding in the people of both countries.

Everyone had been a bit apprehensive, less exuberant, even as the reception and party continued. How could you blame them when someone had been essentially put to death for treason. M'baku had been sure to defend the act a second time and call for celebrations. But you knew that it would not only be Talokanil that whispered of how ill paired you were with the King. Now that he had shown his cruelty once more you did not doubt that the people of Wakanda would be worried about the alliance.

Your eyes focused on the King who mumbled your name in his sleep and unconsciously grasped at the bedclothes for you. Your heart clenched at how much he had already engrained you into his life that he could tell you weren't next to him. You moved slowly to not disturb him and lay by his side, arm slung across his waist, your leg over his, and your lips to his neck.

When you inhaled the scent of him and felt your skin on his, you knew that you wanted him. His arm pulled you closer and he mumbled again, turning away from you. The supple skin of the King's neck was open to you. You scooted up a little so that you could trace your finger along the edge of his pointed ears and down his neck. Namor shifted slightly but did not wake. You did it again and he hummed to himself. Once more and he pulled you closer with a soft moan.

The desire to tease him took over. You braced your hand on his chest and leaned up. You ran the tip of your tongue along the edge of his pointed ear, then trailed it down, laving at the skin right below his lobe. He moaned in his sleep as you began to nip and suck on his neck. You suckled firmly on his pulse point, wanting to mark him.

You caressed his bare chest, experimentally circling his flat nipples with the tips of your fingers. You peppered kisses from his neck down to his chest then back up to his jaw. You giggled to yourself at the contented sighs that emitted from the still slumbering king. You wondered if he was dreaming. You continued to taste his skin when you noticed that his shorts were tented. The heat pooled between your legs at the sight of it.

You leaned back up towards the King's face and held his chin as you kissed his lips softly. Then again and again until Namor finally reciprocated and deepened the kiss, now awake. As you kissed slowly and built up the passion, you moved your body on top of him, your arms holding you up on either side of his head. His hands were at your waist and you could feel his hard on against your stomach.

Namor pulled away and looked up at you, "In reina, while I do enjoy being woken up like this I worry that you haven't been sleeping."

"I slept, in ajawo, and I woke up to find myself in bed with a very handsome king that I wanted to have my way with," You replied between kisses to every part of his face you could reach. He chuckled at your teasing.

Namor allowed for one more deep kiss before he palmed your cheek and asked for you to wait. "We don't have to do this if you aren't ready. I am in no rush if you are uncomfortable."

"I think I'll be fine as long as you stay down there and I stay up here," You smirked at him as you sat up and straddled his waist. He let out a gasp as you rolled your hips against his, brushing your clothed center along the length of his bulge.

You continued to rock your hips you guided Namor's hands beneath your top to cup your breasts. When he rolled your pebbled nipples between his fingers you grinded more firmly. You both moaned breathily as he helped you out of your shirt. Namor sat up and pulled your chest flush to his as he captured your lips.

His hunger was apparent now. The way he nipped at your lips and thrust his tongue into your mouth was making wetness flood between your legs. When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you threw your head back in ecstasy.

"You sound so beautiful, in reina. Hearing you let go while I bring you pleasure. This is how I will love you. This is how I will show you for as long as you let me," Namor whispered his devotions between kisses to your breasts, collar and neck. You cradled his head to your chest, nails trailing through his hair as you rocked against his lap.

"Let me touch you where you need it most, in yakunaj," Namor pleaded for permission and you replied with a strangled affirmation. When his hand slipped between your legs, shoved your underwear aside, and started teasing your clit you moaned his name. You could hear how wet you were from the sound of his fingers teasing your folds and then dipping into your pussy. "Will you love me like this too, my queen? Will you always be this wet for me?"

You mewled as he thrust his fingers into you. You had never felt this way with anyone. As if all your nerve endings were keyed in to every move he made. You were overwhelmed with him. You captured his lips in answer, thrusting your hips against his hand.

"You have all of me, Namor, K'uk'ulkan, in ajawo, in yakunaj," At the use of the epithet you had never said back to him, Namor met your gaze. The softness and affection and desire in his eyes took your breath away. You kissed him, pouring all your trust and care and love into the meeting of lips and tongue. You whispered, "Take me, my love."

Your hands squeezed between the two of you. You found his cock straining against his shorts which were damp from your grinding. You moved his hands and he helped you push his shorts down to release his throbbing cock. Namor laid down at the command of your hand on his chest. His hands found your hips and his eyes did not leave your own as you guided him to your arousal coated center.

You braced yourself with one hand on his chest as you slowly took him inside of you. The both of you gasped and groaned as you fully seated yourself on his hips. He pulled you down to kiss him as you tentatively started to move your hips. Kisses were interrupted by moans as he guided you and built a steady pace. You grappled at his shoulders as he thrust upward impossibly deeper.

You were cheek to cheek as you moved your hips to the rhythm he set, stealing kisses between gasps of pleasure. Nothing mattered now. You were in bed with your husband, taking pleasure and giving it. You admitted to the feelings of love that were bubbling up inside of you so quickly and unexpectedly. Namor, this mighty and cruel king, with eyes soft and touches adoring was yours and you were his.

"In ajawo, I'm close, please," You were nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Overwhelmed by the adoration and the look in his eyes when he pushed you to sit up.

"In reina, show me how you cum," His voice was rough with desire as he thrust into you, the angle making your clit rock against him. You gripped the hands on your hips and squeezed them as your orgasm crested. Namor did not stop his thrusting as you moaned and screamed with the intensity of your pleasure. The wetness between you slickened further as you leant back down to his chest.

Namor held you close as he continued thrusting. The stuttering of his hips was all you needed to know that he was soon going to fill you. You grabbed his face and said against his lips, "Make me yours, K'uk'ulkan. Give me your heir, my love."

Namor practically roared as he came. The heat of his seed inside of you and dripping out from where you were joined was oddly comforting as you both lay limp and satiated. You were both delirious, panting, and unwilling to move. Namor made to move you but you held fast.

He chuckled; deeply, tiredly, but happily. "My love, we should clean up and rest."

You looked up at him with your chin on his chest, "Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"

Namor was amused. He tilted his head in thought then replied, "Nothing urgent. Why?"

"Then we can stay this way and clean up in the morning. I would like to have a bath with my husband, but I would also like to lay here and languish in the evidence of our successful first night as husband and wife," You eyed him suggestively.

"So you have no plan of removing yourself from my cock?" Namor asked, grinding up gently, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

"Not yet. Who knows? Maybe we won't have to worry about an heir if one is sired tonight," You teased him.

"Do you really wish to carry a child?" Namor asked, running his hand up and down your arm in an absentminded caress.

"Isn't that what queens do?" You quipped, nuzzling into him.

"A queen is more than an incubator," Namor insisted.

"But it's expected," You replied, eyes growing heavy as a yawn escaped your mouth.

"I will have you again in the morning, even if you have already fallen with child," Namor said before he too yawned.

"I expect you to," You replied, drifting off to sleep. Namor had no other response as he also fell asleep, clinging to you, married to you, already loving you.

...

In Wakanda, a day after the wedding, a council meeting was called. They were enraged at what M'baku had allowed at the wedding.

"Do you want the people of Talokan to think we support such violence when the Black Panther was gracious enough to spare their King when he too deserved death for his crimes?" One of the council members shot at M'baku forcefully.

Another council member joined, "Do you not think it is an omen to have such blood shed at a wedding? Do we even want this alliance at all?"

"Talokan is strong, we know that, and we cannot be so naive to think that the rest of the world will not eventually come for our vibranium," A female council member sagely added.

"But to encourage such violence? M'baku there should have been proper recourse, a trial, that was unnecessarily cruel," The oldest council member added with a tinge of sadness.

"Unnecessary?" M'baku scoffed, "You would have that filth live after they attempted to kill her in front of us? That was not only treason to Talokan but to Wakanda. They attempted to kill a child of Jabariland. If they had been Wakandan I would have killed them myself."

"Do you hear yourself?!" Shuri finally stood, stepping forward from her place to the side of the council. "You allowed a murder! Encouraged it!"

M'baku stood and faced her, "Do not act holier than thou Princess. You may not have had it in you to kill K'uk'ulkan when you should have. Don't be jealous that I didn't hesitate to protect my own, when you couldn't!"

"You are out of line and have been since you took the throne. Allowing you to rise to power was my mistake," Shuri said solemnly. She eyed the council and sized up M'baku. "I didn't want to do this. But I, the Black Panther, challenge you, M'baku, King of Wakanda for my rightful place as queen."

"Shuri, you cannot defeat me without the powers of the Black Panther," M'baku replied, eyeing the genius woman that he considered a sister.

"We will see. I will not stand by as you allow your emotions to cloud your judgement. Tomorrow I will take the throne back from you, by force," With those parting words Shuri left the council chamber. No one spoke. No one argued. M'baku looked around at the members.

"She has every right to challenge me for the title. It is in her blood, the blood of Bashenga. But one on one, with no powers, she stands no chance," M'baku voiced to the room.

"She is stronger than ever," Okoye spoke, surprising the council, "It is not my place, M'baku, but before this devolves consider that the throne, this palace, has been her home since birth. In her eyes, the legacy of her family sits on her shoulders."

"What are you saying, Okoye?" M'baku asked, ignoring the expectant looks from the council.

"Abdicate the throne. It is that or one of you will die tomorrow. She will go into that fight and show you that she too can show no mercy," Okoye explained.

"Then one of us will die," M'baku said bluntly then waved a dismissal to the council who were speechless.

...

You sat with Namor's head in your lap, hair still damp from the bath. You had spent the last day and night together in bed enjoying each other and not thinking about the outside world. You both only wore robes as there hadn't been much need for anything more unless a maid was dropping off food.

"In yakunaj, do you think I could become like your people?" You asked, tracing the bridge of his nose as he popped a grape into his mouth.

"Our people, in reina. What do you mean become like them?" Namor asked, sitting up feeling that this was an important conversation.

"The way that your mother and the other Talokanil took the potion to become what they are. Do you think I could do that?" You reasoned, "I don't know how it works but it should be the same right. We just have to mix the potion and I can become like them."

"There are a few problems with that. One, that recipe has been lost to time. Two, I do not want you to change. If this is because of the traitors I beg you to remove them from your mind," He grasped your hands tightly, "No one will hurt you, I promise."

"But they are right. How can I be Queen when I cannot even spend time there? Their misgivings are not unfounded, my love. They may have been extreme but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them didn't continue to resent me," You added thoughtfully.

Namor cupped your cheek, a fierceness in his eyes, "If they wish to share the same fate as that other traitor they will voice their opinions. But no one will harm you and you do not need to be among them if they wish to be so disrespectful."

The ferocity of his rage and protectiveness was unsurprising. You kissed his palm and you watched the stress melt away.

"You're getting bristly again, my love. I know this is a sore subject but we should consider a way for me to be part of the people the way a queen should. Maybe develop a better suit or see if Shuri can bio-engineer an herb," You rattled off.

"You would do that?" Namor asked, taking your hand. He was looking at you thoughtfully, as if he was surprised by the measures you were willing to take.

"This may not have been the original plan. But I'm not going to half ass being the queen of a powerful nation next to a god-like husband. I want the Talokanil to respect me and trust me. It will take time to earn it but I can do it," You finished confidently, munching on some fruit. There was an oddly bitter taste to the familiar berry but you paid it no mind. One of the maids had said they were a special harvest for fertility. Who were you to send back a gift just because it was an acquired taste.

"Sour?" Namor asked as he finally stood up and began dressing.

"Bitter," You replied following suit.

"Bare with it, in yakunaj, at least we can say that the maids and farmers are already favoring you. Even I am not allowed to try that fruit as it is reserved for the 'queen to ensure an heir'." Namor chuckled as he pulled some shorts and a longer tunic with open sides.

"That's why I'm eating it, in ajawo. Otherwise I would leave it on my plate the way I do with eggplants," You grimaced at the thought of the purple vegetable. You donned similar clothing to your husband. Shorts, a thick bandeau top, and a lighter cloak-like tunic that was open in the front.

As if you had been doing it all your lives, you helped the other with jewelry, arm and leg adornments, sandals, and for you, braids. Once dressed you stood in front of the obsidian mirror, Namor standing behind you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you to him. Although your clothes were simple, the vibranium jewelry told of your status. You smiled at your reflections, wondering how you could be so content when your life was completely different than it had been almost two weeks ago.

There was a knock at the entrance way and Namor called out for them to enter. You were both surprised to see Attuma's hulking form rush in.

"What is it?" Namor asked, already feeling the tension.

"The Princess has challenges M'baku for the throne of Wakanda. They are nearly at Warrior Falls now to fight for the crown," Attuma hastily informed the royals.

"No," You breathed out, "We have to stop them."

"It is within her rights to fight for the throne that she allowed him to have," Namor tried to reason, not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"Namor, you don't get it. One of them will die! Shuri will not yield now, not after all she has been through. And Baku? Either he will defend his honor or he will let her kill him. After all that has happened these past couple weeks, those are the only outcomes. They must be stopped," You implored him.

...

M'baku dodged a swift thrust and twirl of Shuri's spear. She had already cut his leg and torn a gash into his back. Without her Black Panther powers he had thought she would be an easy foe, but he had underestimated her. Shuri was faster and more blood thirsty than he had ever seen her. There was rage in her eyes and pain that M'baku knew his own mirrored.

"You've become a decent warrior since your brother's passing, he would be proud," M'baku spoke. The brotherly tone he reserved for her was gone. He had told himself he would make her regret challenging him, but it finally occurred to him that he may lose the throne. The only thing he really had left to lose.

"You don't deserve to talk about my brother," Shuri shot back as she landed a hard punch into M'baku's side, making him stumble. "He would be ashamed that he trusted you if he saw what you've done."

"I did what was necessary!" M'baku roared as he tackled Shuri into the water.

"Was violating your dearest friend necessary?!" Shuri shot back, hitting an internal wound that made M'baku see red.

They tumbled and fought for dominance and when he had her pinned to the ground he met her eyes and saw a different set looking back at him. Suddenly, his mind flashed to darkness, being in bed, laying on top of someone and holding them down. His ears rang with cries and pleas for help.

Shuri took her moment and palmed a sharp rock and stabbed it into M'baku's shoulder as she leveraged him off of herself. He yelled as she twisted the rock and pushed him to the ground. M'baku was shaking the memories from his mind, anger and disgust bubbling up within himself. Shuri stood above him with a sword in her hand, swinging from over her head.

It was like time stood still as he watched her heavy blade swing through the air. Shuri, his adopted sister, angry tears leaking from her eyes as she lent the killing blow. Shuri who should have taken the throne to begin with. Shuri who was the Black Panther and the rightful ruler of Wakanda. Shuri who needed to release this rage before it consumed her.

M'baku closed his eyes.

"No Shuri!" Your familiar voice rang out as Namor dropped you from the air and you landed just in time to stop Shuri's blade with your own.

Shuri roared and broke the connection of your blades before lifting her own to point at you. Namor dropped down next to you but stood in a defensive position. "You shouldn't have come. This has nothing to do with you. These are Wakandan affairs!"

"These are family affairs, Shuri. Did you think that my marrying into Talokan would stop me from protecting my family?" You shot back. Your hands were shaking with emotion but you ignored it.

"You have interrupted a sacred ceremony. Or have you already forgotten our traditions in the face of new ones involving barbaric sacrifice?" Shuri raged.

"Like this is any better? Shuri, please, we can talk this out. There doesn't need to be any blood shed," You tried to appease her, lowering your weapon. Behind you Namor helped M'baku to his feet.

"According to the rules of ritual combat, outside intervention in favor of one candidate is cause for forfeit. M'baku son of the Jabari Tribe, you have forfeited your right to the throne. Shuri, daughter of T'chaka, the Black Panther, you are now queen of Wakanda," A council member's voice boomed across the cliffs.

"Wait! No that isn't fair," You pleaded. You turned to M'baku who shook his head.

"They are right. You saved me from certain death but I lose the crown. It is how it has always been," M'baku's voice was weary and blood dripped from his body and mixed with the water.

"Shuri," You turned to the new queen who was already gathering her weapons, "Were you really going to kill M'baku?"

When Namor had flown you towards the falls you had been surprised to see the rage and blood lust that your two friends displayed. It sent shivers down your spine and made you cling to your husband. The king had encouraged you to watch the fight unravel, explaining to you that the two needed to release their pent up pain and grief. But at the sight of Shuri about to kill M'baku, you had immediately went to his defense.

"You are welcome to come to the medi-bay in my lab to get cleaned up. M'baku will need some medical attention," Shuri avoided your question and led the way.

"Shuri, this isn't like you," You called out to her. You ignored the dizziness that was blurring your vision.

Shuri turned to look at you, scoffing at first but then looking concerned. You met her gaze just as you blacked out.

...

You woke in the medi-bay, groggy, with an IV and a monitor stuck to your chest. You ripped everything off, setting off a soft alarm as you sat up on the examination table. You had a headache and your mouth was dry but you felt decently rested and the bitter taste in your mouth that had lingered since breakfast was finally gone.

Namor ran into the room and took you into his arms. He peppered your face with kisses and checked you over, "In reina, you need to rest. Why did you take off the monitors?"

"Namor, what happened? Why am I here?" You asked as the King helped you back onto the table.

Shuri appeared, lab coat and casual clothes on, like she hadn't just won the crown, "The Talokanil are still after your life. Someone tried to poison you before you were even married a week."

"Wait, who would do that? The ones serving us, you trusted them," You turned to Namor who looked guilty and ashamed.

"I did and I shouldn't have. They have already been dealt with. Namora and Attuma sent word yesterday that the one's responsible were sentenced to death for treason. In yakunaj, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should have been more careful," Namor held your hands in his and bent his head down in shame.

"Yesterday? How long have I been asleep?" You looked between Shuri and Namor.

"It's been four days since the ritual combat. M'baku is fine. He has taken a voluntary banishment to Jabariland for the foreseeable futue," Shuri replied, answering your unasked question.

"Four days? Banishment?" You mumbled to yourself.

"The poison was in the fruit that was brought to us that morning. The one I wasn't allowed to eat. I never thought they would go that far," Namor cupped your face and the slight watering of his eyes tore at your heart.

You pressed your forehead to his and gripped his hands, "I am alright, in ajawo. I feel fine, whatever they did didnt' work."

"It didn't work because you happened to be here in Wakanda and one of the Dora who's expertise is in poisons recognized your symptoms. If she hadn't been able to treat you as quickly as she had you would be dead," Shuri spoke bluntly as she looked down upon you. Her eyes roamed your joined hands and the obvious intimacy with the Talokan King.

"And we will forever be in your debt. I do not know what would have happened if we hadn't been here in Wakanda," Namor had stood and was bowing to the Princess who only made a fist at her side.

"Do you care about her Namor?" Shuri was blunt, her tone severe.

Namor was taken aback at the vitriol but replied honestly, "I love her."

"You would do anything for the people you love, right Namor?" Shuri asked, glancing at you as you sat up.

"I would. What do you really want to ask?" Namor felt his stomach sinking as he watched Shuri approach you. She examined you and you let her.

"She is healthy and safe now but you cannot guarantee to me that one of ours, that my friend will be safe in your care. That much has been made obvious. Truthfully, and you know this, I didn't want an alliance between Wakanda and Talokan. So I ask you, Namor, King of Talokan, for the safety of the one you love and her future, will you annul this marriage to maintain the alliance?" Shuri's question left you both speechless.

"Shuri, what are you talking about?" You asked, now scared of what the new Queen of Wakanda had in mind. "Our marriage was made to maintain the alliance."

"Under M'baku it was. But now the conditions have changed. To ensure your safety I will not let him take you. That was M'baku's last request of me before he took his banishment. He said to make sure you were safe and that you would not be harmed again," Shuri paced slowly, "That is why, Namor, to ensure that Wakanda and Talokan remain allies, we request the return of our own. This farce of a marriage will end and your people can go about their lives without worrying about the surface. Unless, of course, war comes for either of us and we will aid each other."

Namor was silent, his jaw clenched as he watched the Princess pace languidly. He turned to you with a stormy look on his face, that dissipated as he took in the sight of you, remembering why you were brought there. The King stepped closer and took your hands in his, "In reina, the princess, no, the Queen is right."

"In yakunaj, don't say that," You held his face in your hands and then turned to Shuri, "This isn't right."

"What isn't right is that your life has been in jeopardy twice since you married less than a week ago," Shuri snapped.

"That wasn't his fault!" You ground out in frustration, standing from the hard bed.

Shuri stepped forward, raising a hand to stop Namor who tried to speak, "The great K'uk'ulkan, the man who nearly wiped out Wakanda and killed my mother! His job was to protect you and he couldn't. This is your out. You never wanted to get married, I know you. You wanted to live freely and explore the outreaches and make your mark. Not languish away in the ocean in a country that hates you and a king you don't love!"

"But I do love him!" You yelled, tears fell quickly after. "I do love him, Shuri. It doesn't make sense but I do. I want to be his queen. I want to be his wife, even if I'm in danger."

Namor moved forward and embraced you, kissing your temple and whispering words of comfort and love. Shuri looked on, surprised at the tenderness and the resolution in your words. Her eyes hardened.

"Then I suggest you go and don't come back," Shuri backed away and turned towards the doors, "Namor can return for diplomatic meetings and planning, but you are banished from Wakanda. Stay in the ocean where you so wish to be. Leave my lab and go straight back to your new home. You are no longer a part of Wakanda."

"Shuri," You breathed out, shocked.

"Leave. When I can forgive you for abandoning your home I will send word. But do not expect it to be soon," Then she left through the doors.

"In reina," Namor whispered as your legs gave out and he caught you. Your sobs rang out through the medi-bay.

...

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Title: Love Me or Leave Me

Fandom(s): MCU, Black Panther

Summary: Hate is not the first enemy of love, fear is. It destroys your ability to trust.

Warning(s): Insecurities, angst, fluff. Break up (temporarily). Making up and getting back together.

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Dedicated to @supremethunda because we brainstormed on it while at work and I was like ahh this is lit and she was like lol ;) yep and I was like ahhh I need to write this nooooooooooow and she was like i’ll be waiting.

It’s been a long day for me. But here we are.

Rest in Power Chadwick, the King will be remembered.

There’s no mistaking the fact that you love your man.

He’s sweet and a gentleman. Steady in all his endeavors, unbelievably intelligent and graceful, yet at the same time, humble. But even with all those qualities, its not a lie to admit that he also got on your damn nerves with his obtuse and oblivious behavior to certain subjects or, more specifically, people.

“You know what, T’Challa, if you’re not going to at least listen to my opinion--” You began, voice already tired. Tired of repeating yourself and having this conversation one too many times.

Before you could finish your sentence fully, T’Challa cut you off. You side eyed him in disbelief, almost rearing back in offense by the out of character behavior.

“I am not saying I do not listen to or value your opinion, [Your Name] but my love, you are not listening to me, either. You’re being unreasonable and jealous for imagined slights--”

Since he cut you off first, you felt like being petty right now. “It’s not ‘imagined’!” You retort sharply. “I don’t like the two of you being alone in a room together with Nakia and I’m not there, especially since y’all were ex lovers. Can you not come down from your high horse long enough to see why I would have a problem with that?”

T’Challa’s brow furrowed and he was about to say something but you held a hand up in front of his face.

“Stop the car.” You order, face forward, gaze resolute.

“[Your Name]...” T’Challa’s voice became softer, pleading.

However, you are not in any type of mood to hear it right now. “T’Challa, stop the car. Stop this car right now or swear to God...!” Your voice rose several decibels towards the end of your sentence, you were almost shouting, practically.

Thankfully, T’Challa listened to you this time.

The car pulled to a slow stop at the curb of a sidewalk. There’s a bus stop station right across the street. Without any hesitation, you unbuckle your seatbelt, hand on the door handle, about to get out.

T’Challa placed a hand on your wrist. “[Your Name], please. At least let me drive you back home.”

You pulled away without difficulty; T’Challa never held you hostage. Getting out of the car, you closed the door back quietly, instead of slamming it in frustration like you really wanted to. “Don’t worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.” You state simply. “And apologize to your family for me.” You let out a scoff-like laugh.

“Although I’m sure it’ll be fine, you’re good at coming up with excuses.”

Then you walked away.

For a moment, you thought that T’Challa would get out the car and chase you down like some sort of romantic lead out a movie, but no. T’Challa wasn’t that type of person. He respected boundaries and although he could be stubborn, he tried not to force his way into everything.

You were half way down the street before you dared to look back and when you saw that T’Challa was indeed driving off, leaving you behind, those tears that you’d so valiantly tried to hold back the entire argument finally, finally fell down your face and cheeks unchecked.

Today is your and T’Challa’s nine month anniversary and he’d planned to introduce his family to you over dinner. Obviously, things had gone pear shaped. Thinking about it all again only made you more miserable, and the crying that you were doing made it pretty much impossible to see in front of you. Pausing, you sniffled piteously, reaching into your clutch and pulling out your cellphone, dialing your best friend’s number.

T’Challa is unhappy.

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65 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 05:49:34 GMT

Can’t stop, won’t stop making characters with Picrew

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Name: Jube Holland Age: 29 Gender: Female Height: 5′0″ Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Charming and friendly. Easy going and the most genuine gal you’ll ever meet. Neither impulsive or cautious, mainly deals with things as they happen, the approach differs every time. Traits: Thinks with her heart. Extremely emotional and always sees the best in everything and everybody, a total optimist. Big, big team player; doesn’t have an issue with ceding authority to people who have more experience than her. Personal Relationships: She has a decent-ish relationship with Rebecca, though it’s been rocky ever since she revealed all these secrets that she kept about the Agency. Bobby is an ex college friend, not that she lets petty grudges affect her. Professional Information/Skills: Joined the police department mainly because it put her scientific skills to use. Definitely not a fighter, and is better at talking people down. Random Trivia: In her junior and senior year of high school, she was elected as “Most Friendly” by the entire student body. Dyes her hair as much as possible, it’s naturally black. Can’t cook anything except simple seafood dishes, like creamy pasta with shrimp (Yes, it is easy to make, follow the recipe, follow the recipe). Has a notebook filled with places she wants to visit, hides it underneath her bed. Romancing: Nate. Teammates: Has a close relationship with Farah, her personality meshes well with Jube’s, as both women are pretty outgoing. Respects Adam, maybe even hero worships him secretly secretly, but keeps her distance since she doesn’t think he likes her that much. Enjoys being around Morgan...when she doesn’t tease her too badly.

78 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 20:32:00 GMT

See You Again [2]

Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Relationship(s): Uta & reader.

Summary: in the sound of silence, we found sanctuary. in every word unspoken, love.

Warning(s): Angst, unspoken feelings. Pre-canon events but also very ambiguous timeline-wise. Disturbing mental imagery. Canon typical gore.

This little series was never meant to have a happy ending, so no screaming at me. I’ll accept your appreciation for my love of angst in reblogs, likes, comments or tears.

Seriously though, in all honesty, I hurt myself as I wrote this.

I dunno, I might indulge that impulsive urge of mine and write a one shot where they actually get together. Most likely not though, so no one hold their breath ahahaha.

[i.]

A smart person would never have returned to the little out of the way mask shop in the 4th Ward. You’d have chalked up the experience as weird and as common sense dictated, forgotten all about it.

That is the safer route, the sane option.

So of course, you decided to be stupid. You kept coming back to the shop, although you were careful with how you planned your visits, spacing them out in between sight seeing and being a general tourist.

The added bonus of your frequent visits being that although Uta’s face didn’t really change much expression-wise, you got the feeling that he was always a little surprised to see you.

“Do you really like it here that much?”

Pulling the oni mask away from your face, you glanced at Uta who stood a good distance away from you, hand in pocket, hip cocked against the edge of the counter. “What’s that now?”

“I said, ‘do you really like it here that much?’” Uta repeated himself, red on black eyes intently trained on your face. “This is the second time this week you’ve come by without buying anything.”

“Oof.” You exaggeratedly clutched at your chest. “That hurt, Uta-san. With how frequently I come by here, one would think you’d treat me as more than a customer. We’re friends now.”

“We’re not.”

The words are stated so bluntly and again, you clutch at your chest, miming being struck by an arrow. Uta didn’t respond to your joking around and playing, just stared at you. So, you cut the crap, reaching into your back pocket with a mock pout. “How much for this mask? I think it suits me.”

“10504.50 yen.” At the sight of your suddenly wide eyes and dropped jaw, Uta’s blank expression cracked, he smiled slightly and just for a split second. “Also, the mask doesn’t suit you.”

You turned your back to him, carefully returning the oni mask to the display it’d been set up on. The next second you turned around, you nearly jumped out of your skin at how close Uta is now. “Hey now! Shit, you need a bell or something.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention.”

You can’t even pull off your comedic routine and drop your head in an ‘ashamed’ manner because you’d probably most likely hit your head against his chest, he’s standing that close. Before you could ask him to either back up and inquire what was his reason for being in your personal space, a tattooed finger reached out, lightly touching your chin, encouraging you to look up, so that’s what you did.

“...I can create a mask for you. Something that suits you.” He’s now adjusting your face, the faintest touch causing you to move this way and that.

“Aww! That’s nice of you, Uta-sa-”

“The base color would be silver, perhaps. And the eyes would sewn shut, the better to hide your grief and... the anger.” He’s musing aloud, words quiet and almost a whisper, but you heard him. Part of you think it’s deliberate, that he’s making fun of you, mocking you.

And it worked.

You reached a hand up, setting it upon his wrist. Uta blinked, staring down at your hand, then his unique gaze switched to you, and he.... for a lack of better words, it’s like he snapped out of that artist’s mode. He dropped his hand and took one step out of your personal bubble then another and another before whirling around and started walking away.

He lifted a hand in farewell, waving it about in a sort of shooing manner.

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85 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 05:35:51 GMT

I thought I was the only one who watched Chicago PD. Kevin is definitely my man but I also really enjoy Antonio too.

111 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 17:29:06 GMT

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