#mbaku x y/n

[foreverindreamlandd]

Lord of the Mountains

M'Baku x F!Reader

2.2k words

Summary: After Namor's attack on the Golden City, you are sent to Jabari for safety. You're not sure if you could ever feel safe again after what you endured a few days ago, until you finally meet the kind eyes of the Jabari Tribe's leader...

Warnings: Reader is claustrophobic, has an episode, mentions of nightmares, almost drowning, loss of loved ones, spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

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Water. There was water everywhere.

Flooding the streets, tidal waves taking people out left and right.

It barreled down each and every pathway, racing toward you as you desperately tried to run towards safety, the splashing sounds taunting you from behind.

The water bit at your heels before crashing over you-

You woke with a gasp, body covered in sweat, crawling along your skin.

Even though you knew you had just woken up from a nightmare, you couldn’t manage to even out your breathing.

Because it wasn’t totally a nightmare.

It was a memory. From just a few days ago when Wakanda was attacked.

You looked around at all of the sleeping bodies around you, their mats covering nearly every inch of the floor. There was no empty space. Nowhere to breathe. 

The walls of the small refuge created in the caves of the Jabari Tribe headquarters began to close in on you, and the space suddenly became too crowded.

And then you were drowning all over again, chest constricting, air refusing to reach your lungs.

Without thinking, you jumped out of your mat, maneuvering around all of the sleeping Wakandan refugees, black spots forming in your vision as the panic continued to rise in you.

Why did it feel like the path out of this room went on for miles and miles? Why was there no end in sight?

Finally, you made it through the sea of people and toward the dim hallway.

Before you could let out a sigh of relief, you heard it.

The splashing. The devastating waves.

They had found you once again.

You turned to look over your shoulder as you picked up your pace, sprinting down the hall to run away from the phantom tidal wave that chased you in your mind-

Until you crashed into something.

Something large, sturdy.

Someone, you gathered - as massive hands wrapped around your arms to keep you from stumbling to the ground. 

You looked up, eyes fighting the black spots to focus on the concerned brown eyes staring down at you.

A small voice in the back of your brain screamed to you that this man was important, a person of great respect, someone who deserved a bow or some sort of recognition.

Lord M’Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe, the Great Gorilla. One of the fiercest warriors in all of Wakanda.

But the larger part of your mind was still breaking down, so for right now, he was someone you could cling to for support.

“Outside,” you gasped, your head growing dizzy. You needed to be out in the open fast or else you were going to pass out. “I need to get outside.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded. His hands held onto you a little tighter as your legs grew wobbly beneath you.

“Can you walk?” he asked, low voice echoing through the hallway and deep inside your chest. 

You nodded, unable to speak, and it was all he needed. He shifted his hold to grab the small of your back and led you down the hall, holding you closely to his side to make sure you didn’t fall over.

“This way,” he murmured, veering off the main path and down a smaller corridor, and you almost protested being in the more confining space, but something told you to trust the man fighting to keep you upright.

A few seconds later, he was opening a large stone door built into the wall of the mountain. As you felt the cool night air hit your face, your body sagged further into him in relief before running out of his hold and toward the balcony ahead. 

It took a handful of heaving gulps before you managed to put enough air in your lungs to get rid of the black spots. You looked up from the stone below your hands and toward the view in front of you and let out a small gasp.

You must have been close to the peak of the mountain for a view like this, to see the entirety of Jabari, the neighboring mountains glittering with snow, the full moon illuminating every surface with a mesmerizing glow, millions of stars twinkling above.

The sounds of water were gone from your mind, and you were met with the peaceful silence of night.

Even though you had just gotten air back into your lungs, the scene before you momentarily took your breath away again once more, but in a much less terrifying way.

“Here,” M’Baku’s low voice came from behind. You turned around to see a glass of water held out in front of you. Looking up to meet those comforting brown eyes, you nodded a quick thanks and took the glass, knocking half of it back in one go.

When you looked back, you saw two large, empty hands fiddling together in front of the giant warrior, as if anxious.

“What else can I do?” he asked, desperate to help in any way.

Something in the protective tone in his voice put knots in your stomach and you shook your head. “I-I’m f-f-f-fine,” you replied, the shivers escaping from you exposing the fact that your sweat-covered body was now open to the freezing cold air and you were not, in fact, fine.

The lord of the mountain shook his head, a light huff escaping his chest as he took the fur off his back.

“No, n-no, you don’t have to-” you tried to protest, but before you could say another word the wrap was over your shoulders, and the sudden warmth radiating through your body was so  intoxicating that it brought a small smile to your face.

 M’Baku let out a grizzly laugh that brought even more warmth to your insides. “There it is,” he said.

Your brows furrowed. “There what is?”

“I was not going to find an ounce of rest this night if I did not get you to smile,” he replied.

You let out a small laugh, taking more of him in now that your nerves had settled.

Though he now stood a couple of feet away from you, you still needed to crane your neck back in order to look at his face. The man completely towered over you, his presence commanding the entire space.

And yet, you didn’t feel any fear around him, or like you were being looked down on by someone of high status in these lands.

You felt comforted, protected, safe, which had not been the case in the days since Namor attacked the Golden City. Since then, all you had known was fear.

His dark skin glowed under the moonlight, making his features even more breathtaking. Without the cover of his fur, you could see the bulging muscles from his bare shoulders all the way down his arms.

There had been many times during your time in Wakanda that you heard whispers of the lord of the mountains, and how M’Baku’s strength could only be met with that of the Black Panther themself.

You imagined him lifting your body into the air with complete ease, a thought you never inherently had with any other man you had encountered. 

“How are you not cold right now, Your Lordship?” you asked, shivering at the thought of him being so exposed in such cold weather. 

He tsk’ed, taking a step forward and extending his arm out. “I am the heart of these mountains, my lady. There is a fire in my veins that no cold can put out.”

You rested a hand on his large bicep, the warmth radiating from it sending a shiver down your spine. Had you been able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his smooth, muscled skin, you would have heard the small hitch in his breath from your touch.

“M’Baku,” he said softly, and you looked back up at him. “Call me M’Baku.”

How could you say no to such a request, with the way his eyes bore into yours?

You gave him your name, and he mouthed it to himself, feeling the string of letters along his lips.

“You are not from Wakanda,” he said after a beat. A statement rather than a question.

“I am not,” you still responded.

“You chose a terrible time to visit.” The joking tone in his voice made you laugh.

“I suppose not,” you said, finally noticing that your hand was still on his arm. You forced yourself to remove it. “I’ve been here for a few years, actually. Used to work for Shield as a scientist, and was assigned here by Steve Rogers for a few months to work with the Wakandan scientists and Bucky Barnes. After everything with…Thanos, I was officially out of a job. Bruce Banner pulled a few strings with Shuri and allowed me to continue working here.”

“I wish our paths had crossed sooner.”

Your throat constricted, tears welling in your eyes and you nodded. “Me, too.”

Concern returned to his expression and he rested a hand on your cheek. “What is wrong?”

A scoff escaped from your lips before you could remind yourself that you were speaking with practically royalty. 

“I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip began quivering. “I mean, what isn’t wrong right now? Wakanda is under attack, and I lost friends who have been my family these last few years. I also don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep without having nightmares of almost drowning ever again-”

Strong arms wrapped around you, cutting off your rambling as they completely consumed you in warmth and security as you cried into the chest of the great leader.

Some unknown number of minutes passed before he pulled away, your composure returning. His hand went back to your cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“I know things appear grim right now, but I swear on Hanuman himself that I will do everything in my power to protect Wakanda and its people…” his serious expression turned sly and he winked, “especially its visitors with the most radiant of smiles.”

Your smile returned, and so did your laugh.

“Thank you, M’Baku.”

With a nod, he lowered his hand to grab yours. “Come. Let’s get you to bed.”

Panic arose in you once more at the thought of being in the small room with so many other people. “I think I’d rather stay out here-”

“Nonsense. I have a private room in my chambers where you can rest.” He waved his free hand behind him to show off the giant glass window, behind it a cozy bedroom.

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, the whole of Wakanda is intruding on my lands this evening. Now, please stop trying to argue with the Great Gorilla before I show you how I got that name.”

Your feet slowed, stomach dropping at the threat. But when he turned around, there was a mischievous look on his face, and a grin from ear to ear. He winked at you again and you found yourself laughing at the powerful warrior before you.

“My apologies, Mr. Great Gorilla,” you retorted, pulling a low, rumbly laugh from him.

He escorted you into the room, remaining at the doorway, his back turned away from you as you sat on the bed.

“I will leave you to rest,” he said, hand going to the door.

“Wait-” you called, unable to stop yourself. His hand paused. “This is definitely too much to ask, and I’m sure you have a million other things to take care of…but is there any chance you could stay?”

M’Baku turned back to you, and you immediately opened your mouth to try and take back your request.

But the look in those kind eyes halted your words, and without hesitation he nodded.

“Anything you need.”

All I need is you, you thought. 

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He walked over, sitting on the bed next to you, your backs pressed against the headboard, gazes toward the wall in front of you.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, your thumbs twiddling on your lap as a newfound awkwardness slowly ate at you.

M’Baku cleared his throat, clearly in the same state of discomfort as you were.

“So,” you finally said, “how did you earn the title of Great Gorilla?”

His lips curved upward as he looked over at you. “I am so glad you asked. It all started when…”

The two of you stayed awake for hours, sharing stories and asking each other questions.

Finally, as your lids grew heavier and heavier, gravity pulled your head to the muscular shoulder next to you as sleep pulled you under.

When you awoke, the sun was shining, and you felt rested for the first time in days.

You also felt a familiar sturdiness underneath your cheek, as well as a large arm wrapped around your waist.

Looking up, you found M’Baku staring down on you, a serious - almost nervous - look on his face.

He smiled. “Good morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?”

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[namorslutfanfiction]

Sequel or second chapter to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle. Like the wedding and the angst and the healing. Everyone reacting to reader and Namor starting to actually fall in love with each other.

Ah yes let's suffer together

Summary: The betrothal leads to a wedding of convenience. M'baku is still coping with what he has done. You and Namor may have a real chance.

PART ONE

Angst. Violence

Namor watched you from the other side of the room. It had surprised Namora almost as much as it had surprised himself that he had allowed you to paint a mural on the wall. He had reserved the pass time to his own whims and the history of Talokan. But he reasoned, you were now part of that history, as you would be the First Queen of Talokan.

Tomorrow was the wedding. You had no hand in planning it barring choosing the design of your dress and what jewelry you would wear. It was not in you to plan flowers, decorations, and music when the ultimate decision to marry anyone was not your own. But in the week since you returned to the Talokan caves, Namor had been a steady and strong presence by your side.

He was so different from M'baku. If the roles were reversed, M'baku, would have tried his hardest to get you to participate in the planning of the royal affair. He would have insisted on the types of music and clothing. There would have been directions on how to make all the food vegetarian. He would have tried to cheer you up by reminding you that weddings were supposed to be celebrations. But, Namor left you to do what you wished. He didn't push you to do anything. In fact he simply allowed you to do whatever soothed you. He would personally bring food and drink to your chambers, ask easy questions about how you were feeling, and would offer physical comfort but never more than a brief hug, hand hold, or kiss on the forehead unless you asked for more.

You had been mulling over everything. How quickly your life had changed over night. The wedding had been announced but you didn't know how it had been received in Wakanda. The people of Talokan has been weary but Namor had been sure to speak of your virtues in as grandiose of a manner that he could. They had been welcoming the last time Namor had taken you around Talokan again. It had not escaped you how odd it was for you to become Queen to a nation that you couldn't really live in.

"It is beautiful," Namor's voice broke you out of your thoughts as he came up beside you. He had allowed you to paint your own mural. It was of Jabariland at the height of the spring when the snow would melt except for the highest peak. There was a small depiction of you, M'baku, and his father at the entrance of the caves.

Namor admired your work and you admired him. He was a beautiful man, his skin golden, and his eyes had both youth and maturity. You thanked Hanuman that Namor was not the type to be a mean husband. He turned to you and gently patted your head, a proud look on his face. When he went to cup your cheek you leaned into it, sighing softly.

"Can you hug me, please?" You asked, eyes closed. You didn't see the softening of Namor's gaze or the affection he had in his eyes as he pulled you into his arms. You were seated and he was standing so your ear was to his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His cape enveloped you, bringing you warmth and safety. His heartbeat kept a steady rhythm as you clung to him.

Namor said nothing as he held you, running one hand up and down the middle of your back. He found out quickly that you were affectionate and he didn't mind fulfilling your need in moments like this. Your guard was down and it warmed his heart to know that you trusted him, in spite of everything. It did not escape Namor that you could have and should have been angry at him for suggesting the marriage of convenience. But his only thought had been of keeping you from living a life next to M'baku, a noble king but someone who had scarred you, invisibly but deeply. At least with him, there was a chance for more, with time.

"Namor," Your voice was slightly muffled against his chest.

"Yes, in reina," Namor replied, making no move to release you from his arms.

"What does that mean? You've been calling me that since we came back." You asked innocently, your fingers gripped at the cape on his back experimentally, not sure if you were clinging too tightly.

"It means 'my queen'," Namor replied softly, not sure how you would take it.

You pulled away slightly to look up at him. He met your eyes with an apprehensive gaze. You smiled softly, "I like it,"

Namor exhaled the breath he didn't know he was holding, "I like it too."

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" You asked, leaning back into his embrace, unable to stop yourself from snuggling into his warmth.

"Yes. But I worry about you. It will be difficult," Namor replied, kissing the crown of your head.

You let the silence sink in. You had thought about your circumstances for hours at a time as the week had passed. Time was moving quickly and also not at all. Tomorrow was your wedding to a man you barely knew, who you chose over a man you had known your whole life. Yet, you couldn't find it in yourself to regret it. You chuckled to yourself, then stood up, surprising Namor.

You gazed at the handsome King, who should intimidate you, even scare you after everything he had done. But you felt safe, you felt cared for. Even if it was not love, not yet, it was close. You felt yourself smile at him, "You promised to take care of me. To make me happy. To love me, while I learned to love you."

Namor tilted his head, a look of amusement on his face, "Yes, in reina. I do not take this lightly. I never took a queen in all my years ruling Talokan. I never felt it necessary nor did I feel compelled to, until now."

"You are cruel and ruthless, Namor. I know this. But I also know that you are kind, protective, and do not act without reason. I trust you, more than I should trust anyone that I have known for such a short time. I don't fear what tomorrow brings because I trust you, wholeheartedly," You cupped the king's cheek. The softness in his eyes at this moment could melt the coldest heart. "May I kiss you, in ajawo?"

Namor's brow raised at the use of his language, and a smile spread across his face. His hand found yours on his cheek and clutched them as you leaned in to kiss him. It was chaste, earnest, and full of promises.

~~~

M'baku watched from high up in the council room as the city prepared for the grand celebration that would take place tomorrow. Wakandans and Talokanil alike were setting decorations, preparing a bounty of food, and practicing exhibitions to perform for the new royalty. He wished to drown himself in a barrel of wine or a bottle of whiskey but shook his head. The Jabari King had refused to partake in any alcohol since that fateful night.

He had stopped weeping over what had happened, although the guilt remained. A deserved brow beating from Okoye and several pep talks from Shuri had distracted him from falling into a deep depression. He couldn't even find it in himself to hate K'uk'ulkan. The man reacted in the exact way he would have if he had stumbled upon the same sight.

M'baku dreaded the next day. He dreaded that, without any blood family to be found for you, that he would be the one to give his blessing. The woman he loved would walk from his arms into another man's and it was his own doing. The great Jabari warrior was also worried beyond measure. He admired the feathered serpent god and the kingdom he built, but he knew nothing but cruelty from the man.

Except on that day, of course, the day of the treaty and alliance. He had been gracious, kind, and friendly. M'baku had found an easy comradery with the sea king until it was obvious that you favored the other man. Then his feelings had soured. But he trusted your judgement as much as it broke his heart. He knew you would not have chosen someone that you would not be able to tolerate. From Okoye's words, there may have already been a spark manifesting that first day.

"M'baku, how are you?" The gentle voice of Shuri broke his brooding.

He sighed heavily, turning to the Princess, "As well as can be expected. At least we can say with confidence that I did not completely destroy this alliance before it truly started."

M'baku scoffed at his own comment, sitting heavily on the throne. Shuri approached him slowly, "She has sent a message, asking if you would like to speak with her before tomorrow. She wants you to give the blessing, but only if you wish."

There it was, the expectation of him as your only kin. His father was dead and no other Jabari was close to you in the way that he was. He stared hard at the ground. He would need to see you once before then, if only to release whatever feelings he had pre-emptively, so he would not lose himself in front of the kingdom when he blessed the union. "Tell her to come. She is right, we have things to discuss."

~~~

"I am not sure I should go in there with you," Namor stood with you at the doors to the council room.

"I need you with me, in ajawo," You replied, already knowing that using his language would touch him.

Namor sighed as he turned to you, cupping your face in his hands, "In reina, this should be a private conversation. You have not seen him since the betrothal was decided on. You left angry and he was left guilty and devastated. I do not want to intrude on matters of the family."

"You are my family now, Namor. K'uk'ulkan," You grasped his hands in your own, staring into his eyes hoping he would see your desperation. You had thought you were ready to return to the palace, but your anxiety had skyrocketed the moment you entered the familiar halls. "I need you with me, please."

"Do you still fear him?" The Talokan King asked, stepping even closer to you, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

"I do not, but my body remembers. It rejects this place," A tear escaped and Namor brushed it away. You had never thought you would abhor the Wakandan royal palace but trauma was powerful.

Namor leaned in and kissed your forehead. He stepped back and took your hand before waving his hand for the two Dora soldiers to open the doors for you both. When you entered you found not only M'baku there but also Shuri. A surprise for everyone it seemed.

"K'uk'ulkan," M'baku greeted the other king, standing and nodding his head at him.

"King M'baku," Namor replied with a similar nod. He addressed Shuri, "Princess, we did not know you would also be in attendance."

"I could say the same about you, Namor," Shuri's voice wasn't outright aggressive but still held some steal. There seemed to be no love lost between the former enemies.

"I asked him to be here," You defended him, still gripping his hand. You turned to your childhood friend. "Baku, how are you?"

"I have been better. I trust that he has kept you well," M'baku addressed you, ignoring the other two in the room as best he could. You looked healthy but tired. There was a tension in your body that had never used to be there when you were in his presence and it made his heart clench.

"Yes. I am well, we both are," You glanced at Namor before releasing his hand. He stepped back, not wanting to intrude. When you glanced back at M'baku you noticed the pain in his eyes and how they lingered on your previously joined hands. The tension in the air was suffocating and you knew that it would not wane with the other two people in the room. "Namor, Shuri, can you leave us to talk?"

"Are you sure?" M'baku asked, beating Namor to the question.

"Yes. Namor, you were right this is a matter of family. We need to speak alone," you turned to Namor and Shuri. Namor nodded and turned towards the doors that sprang open. Shuri hesitated but you shook your head. "Please, Shuri."

She sighed then left the room, following the Talokan King. The doors closed behind her and you stood before your childhood friend, your brother in all but blood. Both of you hesitated, not sure how to begin what would be an emotional confrontation. You both tried to speak at the same time and then simultaneously gestured for the other to go first. You both smiled slightly.

"You do not have to give the blessing, we can go without it," You began.

"I will do it. My father would have wanted it that way. It is also asking for K'uk'ulkan's word that although he is taking you from us, he will not forget your heritage and what this marriage means. It is tradition," M'baku insisted. "It will look good to the people. Outside of those involved, a few of the Dora, and the council, no one knows what took place that night. We are framing my bringing you to the table during the treaty celebration as our introduction of a marriage alliance. It will look like a decisive diplomatic decision. It will be celebrated as such."

You listened intently, understanding that appearances had to be kept, and honor maintained. He was waiting for you to say something but your mouth ran dry. M'baku had truly taken on the mantle of King and was doing a fine job despite the emotional turmoil.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward. You willed the tension to leave your body and the anxious shaking to stop. You gently took his much larger hands in yours, "Baku, I forgive you. I want you to let go of any guilt so that tomorrow we can really celebrate. Father would have wanted that."

The Jabari King gripped your hands firmly. He shook his head, sadness bearing down on his large form. "I never wanted this. Even when you left I knew you left because of my growing feelings. I didn't ask you to stay then because I didn't want to force you. I didn't want to ask you for something you couldn't give. I never thought I would try and take from you."

"You were drunk and asleep," you cupped his cheek, making him meet your gaze. The proximity had your heart racing. "I know you M'baku. I know you better than anyone and you would never hurt me on purpose. So I ask, that tomorrow, you be happy for me. It is sudden, and it comes from a sad incident, but I truly believe I can be happy with him. He has only shown me compassion in this short time. Even when I have ignored him or lashed out. He has only been gracious."

"I did not expect him to offer to marry you," M'baku revealed, his hand came up to hold the one you had on his cheek. "I did not expect you to accept either."

You hesitated, feeling the warmth of him as he leant into your touch. The familiar smell of him surrounded you. The grip he had on your hand felt so normal but also too tight. Your breathing sped up and you were overcome with the memories of his weight on you. You gasped, and shoved him away.

M'baku was shocked then his face crumbled with shame. You willed yourself to breathe normally, hugging yourself, "Baku, I'm sorry."

He coughed, stopping the sob that fought to rip through his chest. The King stepped back, giving you room, lifting a hand to stop you when you tried to step forward. "You made the right decision. I would have hated to see you fear me every day. Don't apologize."

"One day, I promise I will be able to hug you again. Like old times. We will spar in the snow, and I will tackle you and wrestle like we used to," You put on a brave face, the memories of that night still playing in the back of your mind.

"Go, I'm sure K'uk'ulkan will want you well rested for tomorrow. You must show him what a beautiful bride Wakanda has brought to him," M'baku tried to joke.

You were still shaky as you turned to the doors. When they opened, Shuri entered first. She scanned your shaking form with concern but you shook your head, walking past her. Shuri watched as you walked straight into Namor's waiting arms, and buried your face into his neck. He clutched you and whispered something in your ear that made you nod. The Talokan King looked up, nodded at Shuri and glanced at M'baku, before he turned with you and heading down the hall. Shuri watched until you and Namor were out of sight before she commanded the door closed and approached the Wakandan King.

"What happened?" She asked, taking in the stoic king who was staring up at a point on the ceiling.

"I will give my blessing tomorrow and watch her marry K'uk'ulkan." He replied, running heavy hand across his face before meeting the Princess' piercing gaze, "She will be happier with him than she can ever be with me. Today proved that."

Shuri was not at all convinced that M'baku believed what he said but she only nodded, worrying about her friends.

~~~

Namor turned at the sound of your approach. He took in your wedding clothes, a mix of Jabari furs, though lighter than tradition, and flowing Talokanil fabric. You were draped in jewelry and your hair intricately braided. He approached you with a smile, taking your hand a laying a kiss upon your knuckles, "You look beautiful, in reina."

"You look beautiful too," You replied. His skin matched the stunning gold that graced his body. He wore a cape that covered half his chest and atop his head was the grand headdress he had worn at the celebration of the alliance.

"Are you ready?" He asked, entwining your hand in his as he led you to the double doors.

You nodded, making the jewelry in your hair jingle. You stopped and looked up at the handsome visage of the king, feeling surprisingly giddy. You could hear the music and the chatter of the people. Both countries had come together to celebrate a prosperous union and the excitement was infectious.

"Namor, K'uk'ulkan," You addressed your betrothed who smiled down at you, also being sucked in by the jovial atmosphere permeating through the doors of the grand hall. "I am happy to be marrying you. In spite of everything that has led to this moment, I look forward to being your wife and Queen."

The King smiled broadly as he cupped your cheek, "I promise, in reina, your happiness will be mine to protect from now on."

With those words he took your hand and pushed open the doors. You walked together down the procession line, regal and majestic towards the dais that looked over the crowd. There were cheers and music as you presented yourselves before your people. You noticed that the entire Jabari tribe was in attendance, your fellow warriors coming to see you off. The Talokanil were also present, dressed in light clothing that shined with the gleam of vibranium threading. There was singing and dancing as you made your way through the crowd.

Once you had made it to the dais, there stood a Talokanil shaman and a council member to officiate. The crowd died down at their command. Before you lay a table with representations of the four elements, a tradition of Mayan weddings. The grand headdress was removed from Namor's head as incense was lit and waved around the expanse of the space.

The council member spoke first, "We now ask for a member of the Jabari tribe to witness and bless this union for the prosperity of the alliance between Wakanda and Talokan. To the happiness of the daughter of Jabariland and the first son of Talokan."

M'baku stepped forth. His expression was schooled but softened when you met his gaze and smiled at him. "It is with great pleasure, that I, M'baku, King of Wakanda and Son of the Jabari, bless this union and wish the greatest happiness to this daughter of the Jabari and my dearest friend. To K'uk'ulkan I ask that this union remain a symbol of not only our alliance but of your promises to treat this treasured woman as precious and as much one of yours as she is ours. Let our ancestors also bless this union and bring peace and happiness to these lands."

Cheers exploded as he draped you and then Namor each in a gold necklace. Namor nodded and shook M'baku's hand. They exchanged words that you could not hear over the sounds of jubilation. When M'baku stepped back, the Wakandan council man moved forward. He compelled you both to repeat after him as he expressed traditional vows of love and loyalty. You felt your heart swell with each devotion. Hearing Namor repeat the words as he gripped your hand tightly solidified that you had made the right choice. The way the Talokanil King looked at you as he slid the ring onto your finger and you did the same to him spoke volumes of how much he already cared for you. There were cheers from the Wakandans as the first half of the ceremony ended.

The shaman of Talokan took his turn. He spoke in Yucatec Mayan with Griot blasting a translation from speakers embedded in the halls.

"We stand before the Mother Earth and the Cosmos to bring this union together in their spiritual blessing," The shaman lit a candle in the middle of the table. Namor gestured for you to stand at one side of the table as he stood at the other. You looked upon the flowers, fruits, seeds, and candle on the table before looking back into the eyes of the king. His gaze was warm then it changed. Suddenly steely and full of rage, but it wasn't directed at you.

In an instant, Namor stepped around the table and caught the spear, inches before it impaled your chest. He whipped around and threw it full bodied in the direction it came. The crowd was shocked into silence as they witnessed the spear pierce the chest of a Talokanil woman and lodged itself into the ground, pinning her so she could only stand impaled.

"What is the meaning of this?" M'baku yelled, stepping forward.

Namor turned, eyes full of rage, "Stay with her."

The command was harsh and the look in the serpent god's eyes reminded the Wakandan King of the barely survived punch to his chest during the battle of Wakanda. He placed himself to block you partially with his body as Namor flew to the end of the procession. Namora and Attuma appeared from the crowd, flanking him as he landed before the impaled warrior. Namor's voice echoed in Yucatec Mayan that Griot continued to translate.

"Child, what is the meaning of this? You ask for your death by attacking my Queen on our wedding day. You insult the people of Talokan and Wakanda with this dangerous farce!" His voice was barely controlled rage as he came up to the face of the Talokanil woman.

She spat at the king despite her mask, knowing the gesture would get her meaning across, "You insult us K'uk'ulkan! You insult the very kingdom you say you protect by choosing a surface dweller as our Queen."

"Our ancestors once sacrificed humans to the gods in exchange for blessings. I think it is time that we do that again," Namor nodded at Attuma and Namora who moved to carry the offending woman. Pulling her form from the spear that was still pierced through her made her screams echo in the spacious hall. Namor headed back towards the dais as the woman screamed and fought.

"You will bring us to our ends! I am not the only one who sees how you fall from grace K'uk'ulkan!" She continued to berate the king.

When Namor reached the table again he gruffly told M'baku to step back to his place. Namor took your hands and looked at you, "No one will harm you."

You were astonished at the display of violence and cruelty. But the logically part of you knew that this was the man who had killed Queen Ramonda without a hint of remorse. This was the man that had attempted to take Wakanda under his rule. This was just another part of the man you were to marry. He sighed, and you saw his shoulders fall slightly, and his eyes soften. Namor returned to the gentle king that you knew him as, "Forgive me, in reina. But I must make an example of her."

"In ajawo," You spoke softly, "she really meant to kill me?"

"Yes," Namor confirmed before his eyes hardened again and he turned from you. Namora and Attuma held the woman with her her back on the table and her legs draped over the edge, a trail of blood had followed them. She still fought against her captors, even turning to spit in your directions. Blood was pooling in her breather as she glared at you.

"You will never be the true Queen of Talokan," She raged at you.

Namor had taken a dagger from the Shaman. You could see the Wakandans watching in horror. The Dora Milaje tried to control the crowd, until someone screamed, "Spare her, this is not the way!"

M'baku was the one to address the crowd, cooing as the rest of the Jabari joined him until the people were silent. "This woman has committed an act of treason not only to Talokan but to Wakanda! She offends not only King K'uk'ulkan but Jabariland as well! Her penalty from the Wakanda of old would be banishment. But the Wakanda under my rule sentences her to death. She however is not one of ours to lay charges against. She belongs to Talokan and if they wish to sacrifice her as penance, if they wish to offer her life to their gods, then I allow it."

Namor was surprised by the backing of M'baku. When their gazes met an understanding formed. This was a personal vengeance for an attack on the woman they both cherished. M'baku returned to his place, ignoring the appalled stare from Shuri and Okoye who stood off to the side. There were murmurs in the crowds of Wakandans and Talokanil alike.

Namor lifted the ceremonial dagger, "With this sacrifice we pay back, in part, our debt to the gods and all their blessings. We spill this blood as an act of union between lands and people. Let the gods of the world answer our calls for blessings. With this sacrifice we invoke the powers that bring us into this world and take us from it."

With a powerful swing, Namor shoved the dagger deep into the chest of the Talokanil warrior, twisted it and then let her blood flow from the table and onto the floor.

The Shaman, unfazed, blew the conch shell and continued the ceremony, "We call upon the cardinal powers of the elements; fire, earth, water, and air, to purify this sacrifice and guide this partnership through light and love."

The Shaman moved forward and took your hand and Namor's placing them together and tying them with a red woven strip of cloth. He guided your hands to pour a pitcher of water over the table, over the seeds, flowers, fruit, and blood. "Let us now rejoice in this union and welcome the Queen of Talokan!"

There was a moment of hesitation before the Talokanil cheered riotously, followed by the more apprehensive Wakandans. Namor pulled you close to him, cupped your cheeks, and kissed you. You could do nothing but kiss him back as your mind reeled.

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I'm sorry. Theres a part 3 in the works

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PART THREE

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[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Adun

Adun in Yoruba language by definition means “Sweetness”

Plot: Y/n is angry With M’baku and all of Wakanda can feel her anger especially him.

Kinks:Breathplay/Fingering

Smut 18+

Y/n was sitting at the window, seething with anger, trying to control her temper by reading her book. In the castle library. She was trying to focus on her story, but she kept coming back to M’baku and Wakanda. M’baku is a very hard-headed and stubborn leader. He doesn’t listen when someone is advising him. To him, now being the new leader of Wakanda is throwing off his community because he’s not listening or making plans. He’s simply being foolish.“What is this commotion about!” said M’baku walking through the door with a glare. And a vigorous walk. “My Queen, just this morning, it was snowing. Now the rivers are unthawing, and the plants are withering.” If you have something to say, say it! Before we turn into a part of the ocean, eh”.You’re probably wondering what snow and rivers have to do with you. Well, they have a lot to do with you. See, y/n is an outsider to Wakanda. She fought alongside the Avengers.

Y/n meet M’baku when it will at the time to help fight Killimonger. Tachalla asked for your help, so you came to Wakanda to help fight the battle against the enemies, and while in Wakanda, you caught the eye of the “great gorilla.” Your power was Atomokineses. Y/n could control the weather. She could make the sun dry out the humans and plants, and she could make tides wash them away, but Y/n is very balanced. She prides herself on being grounded with herself and the earth. At least, she tries to be. She turns nature upside down when she fights herself and her inner thoughts. Most of the time, you wouldn't even know those powers belonged to her.“Maybe mother nature is making you count her blessings,” said y/n in a colder voice.

“Your voice sounds colder than Ice caps,” said M’baku as he strode over to y/n and bent down to be in her face. “My queen, tell me what seems to be the problem so I can fix it and my crops can thrive again, eh,” M’baku said this with a calm tone and a calm demeanor, which he always seems to have when talking to you. “My problem is that the Leader of Jabari and now the newfound Black Panther will not listen to his people who are telling them they don't want war! ”You yell, feeling anger remembering how you felt in that council room and looking at all the council speak their truth.

A flashing white light passed across the library window. It will not be surprising to you because you know that you are angry, and soon Jabari nation and Wakanda will feel the shift in the weather. They will feel the change in you.

Your outburst did not surprise M’baku. He's been told many moons that he has done something wrong, but M’baku also knows that nothing will get done if his people do not fight.

“I know what my nation needs. My nation is getting attacked daily by your people for something sacred that belongs to us! And we have to fight back! That is the only way!” M’baku now yelled, rising from being crouched over. His posture was rigid, and his tone was serious. His eyes were dark, and his Jaw tight. You could tell he was angry and conflicted just by the glare he held and how heavily he was breathing. “My People! Let's not forget you married an outsider, so you now have an affiliation with my people!” you yelled, now seeing red. All you felt was anger. “ Your people, the council, and The community have lost Their king, their queen, and the princess gave up their throne! Your community was overflowed with water and agony! But they haven't felt enough,” You yelled. You were angry but quiet and kept only saying what you heard from the council. You were in America when the war with the water people happened.

”This is where I have lived my entire life. I know what happened to my people. I saw it hit after hit,” said M’baku hitting his hands “you were brought into this land. You have met my people. You fought along with Tachalla and Shuri and bowed to the queen, but you will never get the pain we have felt, eh, so dont act like you do. I'm doing what is best for Wakanda” He said this, and his voice cracked. You knew M’baku was right. You knew you would never feel the pain the way he did. You knew he meant well. You just had to make him see another way to fight. “your community deserves to rest and peace, as an outsider I can say that they will never stop, but that means we need a plan that doesn't involve running into a war we need to come up with a treaty or agreement” You said now with a calm voice “hear the council listen to them talk to them, that's all I ask” you said voice soft and eager hoping he would hear you.

Between the heated words, you didn't even realize you heard Raindrops hitting the window. You felt your body become intense. You were now standing in front of M’baku. His posture was becoming less rigid, and his eyes returned to a softer state. He let out a breath and walked past me to the chair, and sat down.”My heart is heavy for my people, and I hear you; I will talk to my council,” He said, now looking at me, his demeanor calm. He held out his hand to me. “Come to me, adun.” You walk over to him slowly in your white nightgown. It sits loosely over your curves, and it hides enough so You can be modest for the server, and it makes M’baku imagine things even though he's seen your body thousands of times.

As you walk to him, you feel your body shift back to normal you feel lighter. You can also hear the rain slowing down. As you sat on his lap, you saw him smile, and you felt the warmth of his body on your side. “My queen, you are everything to me,” he said. Mbaku was very blunt regarding how he talked and handled situations, but with you, he was different Mbaku had a softness to him that you know he would never show anyone else. You felt his nose lightly touch your neck, his lips on your neck, and his hand wrapped around your waist while his hand moved your hair from one side. You felt your core tighten, your breath hitch as he bit on your neck. “My king don’t you think you should be attending to your kingdom or plans,” you said in a breathless voice. “My plans can wait. I need peace right now. You’re my peace,” M’baku said, his voice becoming huskier. M’baku grabbed your face and kissed you. His lips were soft against yours. You felt his hands hold the back of your head as he depends the kiss. M’baku is a man of many words, but he knows when he has said too much, so he always finds himself apologizing to you this way. You don’t know how but the strings on your gown were undone, and your dress was now pushed up to your hips.

You felt M’baku grab your breast while teasing your breast with one hand. You could feel him rubbing your inner thigh. As he held your nipple, ready it till it was provided, you thought your core had become wet. His lips are still kissing your neck and back. Your body was buzzing all over. You feel like running away from the sensation. You needed to feel more. You started to grind on him. His breath started to become rigid.”Open your legs for me, adun” So you did. All you felt was the stickiness between your thighs and the cool air on your inner things. His rough hands slid up your thighs. Your back was still facing him while your legs were spread across his thighs. His other hand left your breast and went to your neck. His hand rested on your neck while the other toyed with your core. Rubbing your clit up and down, his fingers felt rough, and that’s precisely what you needed. You let out a gasp as he entered you. You thought yourself tightening. “Breath,” M’baku said with a gentle voice, his finger rubbing the side of your neck.

Hearing those words made your body relax. You felt his finger go out of you, and in you, you felt the rhythm of his hands. You knew that you were dripping like honey from his fingers. You felt his fingers start slow and then start to speed up with each motion. You thought your body was beginning to tingle, and your body ached.

And he could tell, too, as he curled his finger to hit your spot. You felt your legs starting to shake and tight. All you did was let out a string of Moan's. Your body was tightening. You were so close, and as your body was arriving, you felt his hand around your neck tighten. “Give it to me. My queen,” M’baku said, kissing your shoulder. As those words were spoken, a release washed over your body, mixed between you holding your orgasm and he holding your body and neck. It felt like your body could finally breathe once again. When you looked outside, the rain had stopped, and the sun had risen over the nation of Wakanda.

#m’baku #mbaku x you #y/n #black panther #black panther imagine #mbaku imagine #M’baku imagine #Winston Duke

[mermaidchansons]

Touch Me

dom!Shuri x brat!Fem reader

Summary: Reader is feeling neglected as Shuri takes on responsibilities as both the Black Panther and the leader of the Design Group. Instead of talking it out, she tries to get Shuri’s attention in other ways.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ only! WLW SMUT!!!

Author’s Note: First time writing some wlw smut! I will never get over Shuri’s undercut, she’s too fucking sexy. Guess how many times I’ve seen BPWF?

Taglist: @tchallasbabymama @tgigoldie @muse-of-mbaku @chaneajoyyy @ghostfacekill-monger @soufcakmistress @szalipcombo @tchhairbandhere

Translations: sthandwa (my love), uxolo (sorry), nkosazana (princess)

“Griot, what is Shuri’s location?” Yawning, you stretched your body to shake off the sleep.

“The panther is in a meeting with the Design Group, in the lab.”

Turning on your side, you reached out your hand to the empty side of the bed and took in the coldness on the silk sheets.

“Thank you, Griot,” you sighed.

Being in a relationship with the leader of Wakanda’s design group was not always easy. Shuri had no set schedule, it was not like a 9-5 where she would have time to wind down and spend time with you like clockwork. She was constantly working on some new invention or approving blueprints or improving old tech. Your initial attraction to her was mostly because of how crazy intelligent she was(but also because of how sexy her smile was). However, now her intelligence was getting in the way of you two spending time together. And it had only become worse once she restored the mantle of the Black Panther. She would leave meals early or eat them in the lab while she worked; leave for the lab at 4am when she woke up with a new idea.

For a whole week, she hadn’t even been in bed when you drifted off to sleep. The big plush bed felt empty at night. And the only way you knew she’d slept next to you was because the imprint of her big head was left on her pillow. Frustration had already begun to creep up your back as she had barely touched you in almost two weeks. How could she train your body to yearn for her touch and deny you the release that you’ve missed? You had to do something about this.

You walked into the entrance of the lab, saluting the Dora Milaje on guard as you passed them by. The Dora was always so strong and graceful, characteristics you wished you possessed. You made a mental note to take Okoye up on those sparring lessons she once offered. Griot announced you as you walked in.

“Panther, Y/N, daughter of Asante is here.” You chuckled as you looked at the yellow orb on the screen.

“Thank you, Griot” You stood next to Shuri as she wrote Wakandan code on an interface.

“Sthandwa, what are you doing in the lab? You never come in here unless I call you,” she mumbled, still too preoccupied with her work.

“That’s not true, you just don’t notice me,” you eyed her as she continued her work. “Shuri, stop for just a moment!”

She looked at the pout on your face and put the stylus down, swiping the interface away. Pulling you into a hug, she squeezed your waist and peppered your cheeks with kisses. You giggled and felt her smile against your cheek in between the pecks. And for a moment, it felt as if all was fine. Being in her arms once again made everything feel right. But you could not break now.

“What can I do for you, my love?” Shuri kissed your cheek once more before picking up her stylus once again. You missed her embrace as soon as she let go of you.

“You weren’t in bed this morning.”

“Uxolo, we had an early meeting.”

She walked to the other side of the lab and began to tinker with her gauntlets. Your brow furrowed with frustration. Why wasn’t paying attention to you?

“Maybe you should take a break. You could get away—“

“I can’t,” she shook her head, cutting you off, “I have a field mission in 48 hours and the reconfigurations on my suit must be done before I leave.”

“Shuri, you haven’t been in bed all week. I’m starting to think you might be cheating. I mean, you obviously don’t care about me,” you lied.

She set down her gauntlets and gave you a skeptical look. Your words were chosen with intent. If she wouldn’t pay attention to you when you were playing nice, you knew you’d have to get under her skin. You shrugged, smirking at her as she walked over to you. She leaned down to match your height, her lips dangerously close to your ear.

“I see what you’re trying to do, Y/N. Don’t make me have to discipline you in front of my staff.” Her threat made your core pool with desire and you choked down a moan when she moved to softly squeeze your throat.

“Nkosazana,” Shuri said lowly, keeping her eye out for onlookers, “ I know I’ve been busy and I miss you terribly but behave for me, okay?”

You nodded and she smiled, taking her hand from around your throat and holding your face gently.

“Good girl. Now go, I’ll meet you in the garden in an hour for brunch.” You squinted your eyes at her in suspicion and she chuckled.

“I’ll be there, go.” She turned you around by your waist and slapped your ass, making you jump a little.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!”

An hour and a half had passed when you grew impatient. Maybe there was a threat she had to tend to, you thought. But if that was true, one of the Dora would have alerted you.

Another 30 mins had passed and in that time you had counted the flowers in the garden twice. You had already picked over the food on the table and ultimately decided you were too upset to eat. A ping from your kimoyo beads pulled you from your thoughts.

“Y/n, the panther sends her apologies. She is attending a meeting with the tribal elders and will have to reschedule your brunch.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

You rolled your eyes and sighed loudly, “Thanks, Griot.”

You got up and gathered the rest of the food, taking the leftovers to the kitchen. Once back in your living quarters, you decided to do your hair. It had been a minute since you switched up styles and you needed to shake off this disappointment.

After setting up your workstation with packs of hair, a crochet needle, rubber bands, eco gel, and a rat tail comb, you put on your favorite show. The style you were going for was going to take quite some time and you were glad to have access to all the episodes; Shuri had created a VPN for your devices once you moved to Wakanda full time and you wasted no time putting it to good use. Raising your arm, you used your kimoyo beads to take a photo of your setup and sent it to Shuri. She opened the photo but didn’t respond.

10 hours later, your arms felt as heavy as bricks. Not even the food breaks in between could lessen the pain. The soreness had started to set in and your body wanted to give up. Section after section, you paved your way through your thick curls; taming them and finishing out the afro-bubble braids. After decorating your hair with gold adornments, you looked at the clock. 11:55 PM?!

One painful clothing change later, you stood in only your sweatshirt dress and stretched out your limbs.

“Griot, is Shuri still in the lab,” you asked, stepping into your slippers.

“Yes, y/n. She has asked not to be disturbed.”

Oh the fuck well, you thought to yourself. You planned on doing much more than just disturbing her.

The blaring drums of afrobeats sounded through the entrance of the lab. Turning the corner, you saw Shuri working intently. Her clothes were different than what she wore this morning. She wore a sleeveless black crop and a matching pair of joggers. Your eyes traced down her toned arms and caught sight of her exposed midriff. Memories of your bodies entwined in intimacy flooded your mind, causing your mouth to go dry.

“I can see you, nkosazana,” Shuri said, disrupting your thoughts of arousal.

You shuffled in and sat on her desk behind her.

“I thought I had Griot inform you that I did not want to be disturbed.”

“Eh, you missed our brunch so maybe this is payback?” She only chuckled in response and you crossed your arms in a huff. Swiping away the interface, she turned to face you. The look on her face as she walked towards you made your stomach tighten with anticipation.

“What would you have me do? Leave Wakanda to its own defenses with no tech to protect them? All because you’re a needy little brat?” You watched as she slid her hand up your calf.

“Well, I miss you when you’re not there—“ your breath hitched as she opened your legs, settling between your thighs. You watched her hands roam your thick thighs.

“You miss me? Or do you just miss my touch?” Shuri slipped her hands under your dress and gripped your hips; pulling you to the edge of the desk. She moved in closer, her lips just a whisper away from yours; silently challenging your sense of control.

“I just miss you.”

“Hm. Your hair looks beautiful. Did you do that just for me?”

You whispered a yes as her roaming hand finally reached the end of its journey, touching where you needed her most. She swiped a single digit up your dewy slit and you bit your bottom lip to quell a building moan.

“So wet for me already, sthandwa. Is this what you wanted,” she asked, rubbing painfully slow circles around the jewel between your lips. You nodded hastily and held onto the desk for dear life. She smiled widely at your movement.

“All you had to do was ask. Are you going to be good for me, Y/n?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good.” She took your words as a promise and lifted the dress over your head, leaving you exposed and dripping with desire. She grazed her hands over your breasts, kneading one of your erect nubs between her fingers. You moaned in delight at the feeling and crashed your lips into hers; nipping and sucking on her bottom lip.

Shuri pushed you back and you shivered from the coolness of the desk against your back. Her fingers returned to your pussy, inserting two fingers and pumping them in and out of your velvety walls. Your body clenched around her fingers as she built a steady pace. A loud whimper of her name escaped your mouth and echoed in the empty lab.

“You sound so beautiful when you say my name like that, sthandwa. Let me hear it again,” she practically moaned with you, reaching her free hand to grab something out of her desk. A buzzing noise sounded in your ears and you felt it before you could question it. Shuri moved the vibrator around your clit as she built up the pace of her fingers. The lewd squelching of your pussy was like heaven to her ears.

“Fuuuuuuck, I don’t think I can hold it, baby.” The vibrating on your clit was threatening to undo your very being. The build-up was beginning to be too much as the familiar coil in your middle continued to tighten. Your release was just within reach and you needed it desperately. Shuri leaned over you, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear.

“I want you to cum for me, nkosazana, but I don’t know if you deserve it,” Shuri uttered before moving down to take your left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it intently.

“Shuri, please!” Your back arched as her finger scissored in and out of you, hitting your g-spot. She trailed kisses along your chest before slowing her pace to a stop; taking the vibrator away as well. Your complaints fell on deaf ears and she grinned smugly. Your throbbing clit only added to your annoyance.

“Don’t give me that face. I told you about disobeying me,” she said, pulling you up to a sitting position. Shuri helped you put your dress back on, being mindful of your fresh braids.

“Baby, that’s not fair—“

“I don’t want to hear it. Now go sit over there. This last algorithm should only take a few minutes.” She lifted you off the desk, her hands lingering on your ass. You rested your face on her shoulder and groaned in discontent, causing her to laugh.

“If you would just behave, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Graphic Divider by @firefly-graphics

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[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: The One He Chose

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Summary: After all this time has Ivar finally caught his wife's trail?

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Anyone working under the delusion that Ivar would accept the fact that his wife had escaped him eventually learned that would not be the case.

His men had stopped their violent search of Kattegat, just as he had promised Bjorn, but he was still searching for her.

Even as the months went on to become nearly a full year.

(Y/N) had been missing for ten months, one week and four days, Ivar was keeping count of his lonely nights. Despite how the people talked he had not let Freydis warm his bed in his wife’s absence.

Instead he spent most of his days and nights in his war room, looking over all the maps of other cities and villages that Kattegat traded with the most. He was furious at the fact that there had been no news from any of his informants, and his relationship with his brothers did little to comfort him.

Bjorn was, as he expected, furious at his sending off warriors to such vital trading cities. He had shouted himself nearly blue when he’d arrived at Ivar’s estate; of course he let the King do his whining and even allowed him to smash his war table in his tantrum, because to him none of it mattered.

His ships had sailed, his warriors deployed and there was nothing to be done about it; not by Bjorn or even himself. Hvitserk, like he always had, chose to remain neutral in the argument. Ubbe was clearly on Bjorn’s side, but unlike Bjorn, Ubbe seemed to understand why he had acted so hastily even if he disapproved of the actions.

Currently Ubbe was the only one of his brothers who had friendly conversations with him, and Ivar would never be able to express how much he appreciated the company in these hard months.

‘Still no news?’ Ubbe asked as they both sat on the beach and watched a merchant ship approach.

‘Nearly a hundred spies and no good news.’ Ivar sighed.

‘No good news?’ the eldest questioned.

‘My spies reported at last that they had a difficult time keeping track of (Y/N) in my time away, she would leave town alone around midday…and would not return home until nearly sunset.’ Ivar confessed, laying back in the sand and covering his eyes.

Ubbe felt his heart begin to beat faster, but he was not sure how much information Ivar truly had on the subject they were discussing.

‘You think she had an affair?’

‘I do not know, that is what tortures me brother. Not knowing things has always angered me, and now it seems I know less than ever. I don’t know if she was unfaithful, I don’t know where she is; all I know is she isn’t here.’

Ubbe had such conflicting feelings battling in his chest as he watched a few easy to miss tears roll down his brother's face. He was relieved to not have been discovered as (Y/N)’s lover, but still he was upset to see his brother in pain and know he was at least partially responsible for it.

‘If you think she was unfaithful why continue the search? Let go of your devotions and remarry, you have no obligations to her.’

'Why would I ever think such a thing?' Ivar asked, his anger visibly raising.

‘I will not let go, Ubbe.’ Ivar said as he sat back up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

‘Not of her, not my marriage and not my anger. I will find her and she will answer every question I have.’

‘But what if you don’t find her? So far it has been nearly a year and you have had no progression in your search. It pains me to see you destroying yourself and your reputation for one woman you can replace so easily.’

Ivar looked over at his brother incredulously.

‘She can’t be replaced, not by Freydis or any woman in this world. She feared me Ubbe, do you understand that? From the day we stepped into that insignificant Christian kingdom, she looked at an army and still she feared me the most out of them.’

‘Ivar, every woman you have spoken to fears you. It would be impossible to find a woman in Kattegat you did not terrify.’

‘I know that, but how many of them would be brave enough to marry someone as vicious as me? How many would make that sacrifice? She could have stayed quiet and let any of those women be dragged away, but she stepped forward. Those Christian men offered her up like a lamb for sacrifice and still she wanted them to live, and was even smart enough to know how to play my mind games.’ Ivar explained.

‘How could I replace a woman like that, a woman that brave, who fears a filthy cripple like me?’

Ubbe sighed and stood up, looking out at the sea and saw that the ship was nearly at the docks, but he decided he could offer his younger brother some advice.

‘You shouldn’t want her to fear you, Ivar. How can anyone love what they fear?’

Ivar looked taken aback, as if he’d never considered not terrifying his wife, but instead of responding he turned his focus over to the ship crew that was unloading the boat.

‘I don’t see how he thought he was secretive?’ one of the men said casually as he helped to dock the ship.

‘He’s young, he’s never smuggled a damn thing and it shows,’

Ivar’s ears perked up upon hearing this conversation and he quickly called the two merchants over; abandoning his own chat with Ubbe.

The two men looked over at the princes curiously; as they had not been aware of the chaotic search for the Christian nun that had occurred while they were at sea.

‘Prince Ivar, Prince Ubbe.’ one of them greeted and the other nodded in agreement.

‘I’m happy that the Gods brought you all back to us, I would like to treat your crew to a small feast on my estate in the next fortnight.’ Ivar said cheerily.

Ubbe quickly understood the game Ivar was playing and he decided he wanted no part in it at all.

He bid his brother a less than polite goodbye and left the two men to Ivar’s manipulation.

A feast for a simple unimportant ship crew was unheard of, especially a feast given by a prince. It would have been considered a great sign of disrespect to decline his hospitality.

The two men thanked Ivar for his unwarranted kindness and went to let the others know that they would all, along with their families, be expected at the youngest Prince’s estate.

Ivar watched the ship crew discuss their surprising treat and he pulled himself up onto his crutches and began to walk back to the markets.

As he limped along his way he subtly motioned for one of his spies, a thrall working outside of the butcher’s stand, to walk along side him.

Obediently the man followed the wordless order and matched Ivar’s pace.

‘Everyone under my purse is to watch the men on the merchant ship that just docked. Every man is to be followed for the next fortnight. I will expect daily reports if anyone fails to report even one hour of their actions I will have them hung.’ Ivar said strictly not looking at the man at all.

As he had wished, his warning went a long way in getting the results he wanted. He received reports in the crewmens’ every action, he’d even gotten reports describing their trips into the woods to relieve themselves.

Still no news of his wife or of what the two men suspected a crew mate of smuggling, but Ivar was sure that this was the right ship.

He had discovered the ship had sailed off the morning after (Y/N) had vanished.

Ivar tasked his thralls with preparing for the feast and he was impressed with how well they had performed.

By the night his feast was set to happen he had large tables sat outside under a cloudless starlit sky and there were heaps of fine dishes and mead as well as wine from England.

The crewmen were all in awe of the extravagant show of hospitality and everyone gave him their thanks in person.

Ivar mingled among them and was pleased that the news of his wife's disappearance had become common knowledge to all of the men.

‘May I speak with you Prince Ivar?’ one of the men asked as he approached the high table.

Ivar was quick to recognize the man as one of the men he’d spoken to on the beach.

‘Of course come with me.’

With a great amount of control Ivar calmly led the man into his home away from the festivities.

‘What would you like to discuss?’ the prince asked.

‘Forgive my intruding, but I have heard of your wife’s disappearance, and I- I think I have some information to give.’ I asked.

This was what Ivar had planned; to give the crew such a grand feast that at least one man would be grateful enough to betray one another.

‘Please, I would owe you an unimaginable debt if you could help me find my wife.’ Ivar said cunningly.

‘I can’t be sure if it was your wife, all I know is that Amund had someone in that crate. We more experienced in smuggling saw him speaking with it, sliding his rations into it even.’ the old man said.

‘A crate?’ Ivar asked.

‘Yes, big crate, it could easily fit one person, maybe even two.’

‘Two?’ Ivar said, feeling his grip on his crutch tighten in his anger.

She’d had an affair and ran off with some nobody; she’d decided weeks locked in a crate with another man was better than the rest of her life with him.

‘You said this man’s name was…?’ Ivar questioned, struggling to keep his anger hidden.

‘Amund, strong boy; he went ahead of the rest of us and the first thing off the boat was the crate.’

Ivar took in all this information, trying to piece together what all this implied and he determined he needed more to work with.

‘Tell me, what happened after the merchandise was unloaded. Did he hide the crate?’

‘No, the crate was in the assigned room when we all brought in the rest, still nailed shut too. The Earl granted us his hospitality to rest after our journey.’

Again Ivar was silent, trying very hard to picture in his mind what could have happened. If (Y/N) was in the crate and this Amund was the one responsible for getting her out why did he leave it sealed?

‘Big enough for two…’ he mused, thinking that if there was a man strong enough inside with her he could break out of the crate with her then she could have escaped with him.

‘Was this crate ever damaged, or moved?’ he asked the crewman.’

‘No, at least not to my knowledge, but the journey had been harder on my body than usual in my advanced age. When the Earl offered us rest I rested, but I did hear rumors.’ the man continued.

‘Rumors?’

‘The merchants spoke of one of our crewmen walking into the Great Hall carrying an unconscious woman. I never saw her, but she was the topic of much gossip while we restocked the ship.’

‘Did anyone on your ship see this woman, even a glimpse of her?’

‘I can not say with certainty, I can only say that Amund smuggled someone out of Kattegat.’

The anger for the old man’s lack of knowledge was red hot and only cooled by his relief of finally having a lead.

Thank you for telling what you could, please enjoy the feast with your family. It is a celebration in the honor of you and all traders like you, what would our world look like without brave men like you all.’ the prince complimented as he dismissed the man.

As soon as the man was out of earshot Freydis, silent as death, immerged from the shadows of the dim lit room.

‘Spread the word, I want this man, Amund identified, and followed. He shouldn’t be able to sneeze without me knowing when and where.’ Ivar ordered, his voice much harder than it had been mere seconds ago.

‘For how long?’

‘As long as it takes for him to let down his guard and let the information slip.’

While Ivar’s spies began to focus on Amund, all the way in Denmark, (Y/N) was adapted into her new life.

In the first week of her new life as a thrall she quickly realized two things.

The first was that the life of a nun and the life of a thrall was eerily similar in many regards. An older, more hardened and experienced woman would assign tasks to her and then would judge if the task was completed correctly and met her standards. If she did well she would be given another, often more challenging task, but if it did not meet Hilda’s standards there was punishment.

It was a rare occasion when (Y/N) was on the receiving end of Hilda’s wrath, which was why her punishments always seemed so harsh in comparison to the other girls.

The second thing was that, even despite the hatred the head thrall clearly had for her, she greatly preferred the life of a thrall over the life she had fled from.

Sure the shed the thralls all shared was cold and hardly much of a shelter at all but she slept fine knowing she wouldn’t wake up to Ivar’s rage.

And even better she found other Christians among the women she now shared status with.

It felt as if she had been welcomed into a new church, even if it had only been a small circle consisting of three women of various ages.

There was Kendra, the youngest being only around nineteen who had been captured and sold from York. Dawn was in her mid thirties and was a cook, she had never said where she was from originally, just that she had been only thirteen when she became the old cook’s apprentice. Finally there was Megan who was closer to (Y/N)’s age being twenty four, she was originally from Essex.

After two years of hiding her faith from her tyrannical husband, praying amongst others was euphoric. Holding hands in prayer was what she looked forward to most when she awoke at first light.

Every morning she would be awakened by Hilda whacking a wooden stick against the walls of the shed from outside before the doors of the shed were thrown open.

‘Get up! Work to be done!’ she boomed unnecessarily.

It was common knowledge that anyone still laying down by the time the doors opened would not only be promptly hit with the stick but they also would get no first meal.

The term meal was used loosely, it was only gr Rx bone broth and uncooked crops or, if they were so lucky, scraps from feasts.

Today’s meal was bone broth and carrots, after receiving her portion (Y/N) went to the corner with her small group and they shared a brief prayer over your meal before eating quickly.

‘What is your chore list today Kendra?’ she asked the youngest.

‘Caring for the Earl’s stock.’ was the answer she was given.

‘Be sure you give the chickens enough, the last few we’ve cooked were more feathers than meat.’ Dawn sighed.

‘I will be…preparing for a visitor.’ Megan said quietly, hardly touching her small meal.

At this all of them went silent.

Megan was often used as a cleaning girl around the great hall, but on the rare occasion that the Earl had important company she was a bed warmer.

It was a truly horrible fate for any woman but it seemed to be an especially cruel task for a Christian.

Every night before Hilda came in to order everyone to sleep they all joined hands in a silent prayer, but even still it was obvious Megan only prayed for God’s mercy and forgiveness.

(Y/N) reached out and took Megan’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

‘God knows your heart and he knows your mind and spirit. He knows what sins you choose to commit and he knows the sins done against you. He will always forgive your sins and in time he will punish those who have sinned you.’ she encouraged.

Megan held onto the hand that she had been offered. Of course all the women of this small congregation were close, but Megan had such a strong connection and admiration for (Y/N).

The lie that Amund had told the Earl was widely believed and widely discussed in the markets. Meaning it was well known that (Y/N) was a runaway bed warmer herself.

It was for this reason that Megan looked at (Y/N) such wonder and great respect. In her unknowing eyes (Y/N) had done the impossible; escaped a lifetime of being nothing but a common whore for Pagans.

‘Hurry up you dogs! There's work to be done and if even one task isn’t completed then no one eats tonight!’ Hilda’s voice boomed.

Realizing that she hadn’t been focusing on her already cooling broth (Y/N) quickly drank the remaining liquid in the wooden bowl and stuck her carrots into her skirts.

Hopefully she would get a moment to sneak away and eat them before nightfall, if not then she would give it away to a beggar.

They all arose and set out to their assigned work locations.

Hilda sent a glare of pure malice at (Y/N) as she passed her on the way out of the shed.

‘If I hear so much as a word against you from the healers I’ll have you flogged.’ the old haggish woman warned.

‘Yes Hilda.’ (Y/N) replied, the air of respect and responsibility in her tone before she went on.

She had been assigned as a healer’s apprentice due to her telling the Earl she had some experience in that field of work.

Her days were spent gathering herbs and roots, mixing and brewing, occasionally there will be a person who is injured or falls so ill they need physical care and when that happens she would be the one to give them care. She would clean them, try to close up or disinfect their wounds and feed them remedies.

Today when she entered the healer’s hut she was met with the now familiar scent of living rotting flesh.

‘Girl.’ the healer, an old ragged woman named Skadi, called to her from the table where she was laying out her supplies.

‘Who is it?’ the thrall asked as she approached.

‘One of the Earl’s blacksmiths; got his foolish self cut and didn’t think to clean the sore.’

‘Infection, can it be treated?’

‘No, but he’ll survive.’ Skadi said sadly as she placed her necessary materials on a tray.

There were ropes to tie off the blood flow and restrain him, a leather strap to keep the man from biting off or swallowing his tongue, and a red hot ax in order to both remove the limb and cauterize the wound.

You hated doing this but it was necessary, the hut stunk with infection but it didn’t smell of death quite yet.

The man was older, maybe forty but clearly he’d lived a hard life to reach that age. He was quiet but his chest was heaving as if he had been fighting for each breath. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was turned away from his rotting hand.

It truly was disgusting to see a hand that mangled. The wound was still open, but no longer bleeding leaving an open gash caked in blackened blood and crusted puss.

She went about tying him down, making sure to be extra precise when restraining the arm that would soon be handless.

This was how she spent her days, in the hut with the sick and injured. It was a far cry from her old life in Kattegat. She was no longer a prince’s wife that was tended to by a full staff of thralls. Now she was herself thrall and she was called upon to do hard, truly hard, work and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaving the hut for the day (Y/N) found herself exhausted but hopeful that the man would be ok once he was rested.

As she made her way back to the shed she chomped on the carrots she had stored away from breakfast, thankful to have them at least in case someone really didn’t finish their chores and no one was given dinner tonight.

It was as she finished her last carrot that something compelled her to look over at the beach as she neared the shed.

There was a ship, of course there was a ship at the beach; where else would a ship be if not at sea. That wasn’t what made her stop in her tracks, it was undoubtedly a Kattegat ship.

By no means was (Y/N) an expert on such things but after two years she could single out Floki’s handiwork from any other boat builder.

Those sails, the dragon figurehead…that was not a merchant ship.

With her heart racing she hurried into the shed and huddled into the corner where she slept, but she did not lay down.

She just sat with her hands fiddling with the threads of her skirts, as she thought back to the morning conversation she’d had.

A visitor, an important enough visitor to be offered a bed warmer.

How had she not thought to ask who this visitor was? She prayed with all her heart that it wasn’t Ivar, but there was no way to be sure.

No, Ivar couldn’t know which boat you snuck onto, even if he did he wouldn’t just devote himself to hunting you.

At least not personally.

Ivar was a prince of a wealthy kingdom, as well as a respected warlord in his own right. What man would dare to disobey him if he ordered them to find you.

Everything was hitting her all at once.

She would have to leave tonight…run until she made it to the next town.

With what? No food, supplies or weapons to protect yourself? This wasn’t like the cold journey to Floki’s that last night. This would be a three day trip by foot. Not to mention it was no longer winter. It was spring and roads would be busy and therefore dangerous. A woman in rags traveling alone was little more than an invitation for a rapist on his way.

It wasn’t ideal by any means but it was either risk the dangers of the road or stay and be turned over to Ivar by whatever man Ivar had sent after her.

‘(Y/N), you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ Kendra said as she sat beside her.

‘Not to be dramatic, but it feels as if I have.’

#ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #ivar lothbrok #vikings #vikings imagine #the one he chose series

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Soul Food (imagine)

i had this dream about M’Baku last night after thirsting over him for the past couple of days and now i can’t stop thinking about it. anyways in this lil drabble or whatever the reader is a WOC. and yes I’m writing some phrases in Tagalog again, i’ll put the translation after the phrases. anyone can read the fic but that’s just a fair warning of what to expect. ALSO!!!!!!

here are some reccs of amazing M’Baku x black!reader fics that I highly recommend and ask you to support

imagine.....

M’baku coming up to the Avenger’s tower w T’challa for a few days to get to know the team and talk or whatever

and he’s just in his new casual clothes that he and thor probably found while shopping together (not really but i can only imagine how chaotic and himbo-esque that would be)

and he walks in on you just cooking breakfast early in the morning after him, t’challa, Okoye, and Shuri arrived the previous night

you’re startled because tony hadn’t told anyone about any new visitors that would be coming that week. okay maybe he did but we all know how once tony and steve start arguing at an avenger’s meeting everyone else starts to mentally check out

you both just look at eachother for a few seconds, trying to assess if either party is malicious, before you ask FRIDAY if you should be expecting any visitors

“Good morning Miss Y/L/N. King T’Challa and some of his people from Wakanda arrived at the tower last night for their week long stay.” the programed voice says over the speakers in the kitchen.

“I hope you had a good travel from Wakanda. I’m Y/N, and you are...?” You say and right as you reach your hand out to shake his two timers go off letting you know your yuka tater tots are done and the fried plantains are about to burn

with that you quickly get back to work. you take the yuka out of the air fryer ((y’all can shit on me for this but once you have one it’s impossible to go back)) add a new batch of plantains, and turn off the burner to the wok with mushroom, sweet potato, onion, baby cabbage, bok choy, carrot, celery, and green bean stir fry.

after tossing a few more spices on the entrees, you turn to speak with the man again but another alarm goes off. With a sigh and slight roll of the eyes you turn around to see that it’s the oven this time.

you grab some mittens and bend over to pull the ube muffins out and just as you do so the rice cooker goes off.

“Do you need, some help Miss.” M’baku says in a half amused and half concerned manor

“Oh no, I’m good, just finishing up Sunday morning breakfast for the team... Well, actually- If you could close the oven door and stir the vegetables for me while I put away the ingredients that would be great!”

with a slow nod M’Baku goes to close the door you opened and copies your previous movements with the stir fry. you pass him by when you put up the coconut milk and pick up your previous conversation

“So I never did get to hear your name from earlier, what was it again?”

“Oh I am-“

you get interrupted again when Bucky and Steve walk into the kitchen

“See Cap, I told ya she’d be done with breakfast. When you hear her 5000 alarms go off and start to smell the muffins you know food is about to be ready”

“Whatever you say Buck. Good morning Y/N. Breakfast looks beautiful and smells amazing as per usual.”

“Woahhhh Y/N. Did you bring home some late night guest that’d you wanted us to meet” Bucky interrupts Steve with a sly smile

“Aye! Tumahimik ka, you two! [shut up] This is one of Tony’s guests. He’s here with T’Challa from Wakanda and...” you slowly turn to face your guest again “I still haven’t caught your name..?”

Before he can even respond Tony comes walking through the elevator and into the kitchen “Ah! Chief M’Baku! Or do you prefer Lord, either way I hope you slept well last night after your travels. Hopefully it isn’t too hot in the tower, I’ve heard Jabari Land can get quite chilly, to say the least.”

While you’re just standing there like a dumbass looking between Tony and M’Baku, slightly shocked, Bucky breaks the silence with his unwarranted interjection “Oh of course, leave it to Y/N to rope literal royalty into helping her in the kitchen.”

#black panther #mcu x reader #m’baku #M’baku x reader #mbaku #mbaku x reader #marvel imagine #black panther imagine #mcu #asian!reader #soul food #captain america #bucky barns #falcon and winter solider series #filipina!reader #filipino!reader #M’Baku x Y/N #mbaku x y/n #wakanda #jabari #t’challa #general okoye #shuri #tony stark #the avengers #avengers #avengers x reader #black panther au #marvel au #winston duke

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MASTERLIST

Last updated : Apr. 9th, 2024

BLACK PANTHER

M'Baku: || Enough love for both of us || Slay Your Own Dragons ||

Erik Killmonger: || I Want You || Fuck Your New Nigga || An Oakland Summer || Southern Hospitality || Southern Hospitality Chpt.2 || Southern Hospitality Chpt.3 || Imported ||

NARUTO 

Kiba: || Adore Me || The Drunken Shinobi || The Only Unique One ||

Shikamaru: || Wounded || Gone too long ||

One Piece 

Zoro: || The Green Dress || Tears for Me || Green with Envy || The Crow's Nest || Forgive Me, If I Break You-Part I || Part II II

Sanji: || Tears for Me || The Crow's Nest ||

#masterlist #naruto #black panther #erik × reader #erik killmonger #mbaku x reader #mbaku #kiba inuzuka #kiba x y/n #kiba x reader #shikamaru imagine #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru x reader #fanfic #one piece oneshots #one piece #one piece strawhats #ronoroa zoro #zoro x black reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #naruto fanfiction #naruto shippuden

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Groupchat: WAP

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader

Warning(s): language, sex talk Pictures found on Google/Pinterest

Bucky is typing

Bucky: [Y/N], doll. I can't wait 😩

[Y/N]: ....Wait for what babe? Are we expecting something?

[Y/N]: OOP- ARE MY AMAZON PACKAGES ARRIVING TODAY?😁

Bucky: No. You know what I'm waiting on...👀

Bucky: Sam says you'll get it too

Sam: Bucky...What are you talking about?

[Y/N]: ...

[Y/N]: Sam. What did you tell my boyfriend now?

Sam: Don't ask me, Mr. Oldpants here is talking in riddles.

Bucky: Oh come on Samuel! You were bragging about Tina's just yesterday!

Sam: .....Call me Samuel one more time and I'll happily brag my shield into your skull.

Steve:

Steve: The shield that I gracefully passed onto you to continue my legacy...?

Sam: ....No

[Y/N]: Sam watch your mouth before Steve will come out of retirement just to humble your ass

Sam: Anyhoo. Bucky continue

Bucky: Okay let me refresh your memories. We were having lunch and-

Vision: Hello!

Wanda: Hi!

[Y/N]: Hello my favourite couple

Bucky: That didn't hurt 🥲

Sam: Were getting off topic here😤

Bucky: OH yes! So, we were having lunch when you randomly-

Thor: HELLO MY BELOVED AVENGERS. HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING? I REALLY HOPE THAT EVERYONE IS DOING FINE

Loki: Brother please speak in lowercaps, my phone's ears are bleeding

Sam: Ayeee Thor! My man, how are you?

Thor: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵖˡᵉⁿᵈᶦᵈ. ᴬᵐ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᵘᵃʳᵈᶦᵃⁿˢ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖᶦˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ʰᵉˡˡᵒˢ [Y/N]: Oh lord, ANYHOO Bucky, babe, continue

Bucky: Right! So Sam, you randomly started laughing to which I asked-

Bruce: Hey!

Natasha: Good day, Avengers

Sam: IS YOU KIDDING ME

Bruce: ...What did I do wrong?

[Y/N]: Nothing, Bucky is just telling a story-

Thor: I love stories!

Loki: I don't have any important occupation so I'll stay and listen.

Bucky: Jesus Christ, stay and listen or go to sleep for all I care JUST STOP INTERRUPTING ME

Sam:

Sam: Okay, anyone who wants to enter the chat do it now please. We don't want the Winter Solider to let loose now, don't we?

Okoye: Of course we don't, and Hello everyone 👋🏿

Clint: Hi

Mbaku: YIBAMBE

Scott: Hello!

Bucky: Everyone there?

Rhodey: Now they are

Bucky: Good

Bucky: SO- Sam you started to laugh and I questioned you what was so funny. You grinned and said that you were just reminiscing

Bucky: So I asked what you were reminiscing about and you said and I quote

Bucky: "Tina's W.A.P"

Sam: Oh no...

Thor:

Thor: This...is getting very interesting...

Loki: Period, Brother.

Bucky: And I then asked you, Sam, what a W.A.P was and you said quote

Bucky: "A certified tool that woman posses, only activated at the right time" and then continued to brag about it being the best thing ever created etc etc.

Sam: Bucky, please don't continue-

Vision: No no....Let the man continue please

Bruce: What the Android said, let James continue...We all want to hear what's next, don't we?

Scott: Yes we do. So bad

Bucky: Ehm...okay? So back to you [Y/N], love of my life

[Y/N]: Oh boy do I feel a storm coming...

Bucky: No! I was just wanting to ask you when you'd get your W.A.P ?😃

Bucky: Sam seemed to be so happy when talking about it, so I was wondering if you'd already made the purchase and if yes, when we could expect it?! 😌

Okoye: ....Did this Caucasian man just....

Wanda: ....Just ask you...

Natasha: If you'll purchase a WAP....?

Thor:

Rhodey: ...The disrespect.

Rhodey: [Y/N] I love you like my daughter so I'll leave and let you come to me once you're done killing your little boyfriend

Bucky: ...What?!

[Y/N]: Thanks Rhodes, go ahead and dig up the grave already, I'll deliver the corpse in no time.

Bucky: Baby? 😱 What are you talking about?!

Rhodey left the chat

Sam: Bucky, you shouldn't have done your girlfriend so dirty, in front of us

Wanda: [Y/N]?

[Y/N]: I'm here, just had to take some deep breaths

Scott: Oh boy, that doesn't sound good. Rest in peace Bucky

Thor: We'll always remember you

Clint: We'll tell the police we didn't see anything though

Sam: Wow, [Y/N] please let his corpse be recognizable when you unalive him

Loki: I'll steal your hair products, Seasonal Soldier

Bucky:... What are you guys talking about, what did I-

[Y/N]: JAMES MOTHERFUCKING BUCHANAN BARNES

Thor: There it is...

[Y/N]: HOW DARE YOU ASK ME IF I'M GONNA PURCHASE A WAP?!

[Y/N]: IS MY WAP NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

Bucky: Wait...You already have one?!

Steve: This is getting better and better

[Y/N]: SHUT UP STEVE

Steve: imsorry

[Y/N]: Bucky how DARE you ask me this question?! Is my WAP not good enough? You want a pocket coochie now?!

Bucky: Babe what?! No!

[Y/N]: Then why do you want another vagina?! Is mine not good enough?

Bucky: OF COURSE IT IS , ARE YOU CRAZY? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK THIS QUESTION?! IT'S THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD

[Y/N]: Because you expected me to order you a new vagina!!

Bucky: .....

Bucky: I-I did...?

Sam: Bucky...

Clint: Buddy...

Vision: Pal...

Bruce: Bucko...

Scott: Senior citizen...

Thor: Attractive man...

Loki: Human...

Sam: A W.A.P is an abbreviation. You obviously haven't listened to Cardi B's song featuring Megan Thee Stallion

Bucky: ...No I haven't...Why?

Okoye: A WAP stands for...I'm sorry I cannot do this 😭

[Y/N]: Wet Ass Pussy.

Bucky: ....

[Y/N]: Sam used the new and popular abbreviation to describe his sex life to you. And you only had one job, Bucky. Ask what WAP meant so that you could avoid the situation you're currently in

Bucky: I AM SO SORRY [Y/N] PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭😭

Bucky: Your WAP is AMAZING. It has me daydreaming all day and weak-kneed!

Vision: Goodness gracious, I did not need to know that

Bruce: No one did.

Bucky: I WILL MAKE THIS UP TO YOU I PROMISE

Loki: Should he fail, come my way [Y/N] 👀

Thor: Shut your mouth brother, you wouldn't be able to handle [Y/N]'s WAP. But I on the other hand...👀

Bucky: EX-CUH-USE ME I AM TRYING TO EARN MY GIRLFRIEND'S FORGIVENESS, NOT PUTTING HER VAGINA UP FOR AUCTION

Sam: And here I thought that I had caused some serious drama🙄

Bucky: You didn't do anything wrong Sam

[Y/N]: This is awkward...

Wanda: Don't be embarrassed [Y/N]. I'm proud of my WAP

Vision: Wanda has an amazing WAP, and I also feel no shame confessing this

Sam: ...But how do you-

Vision: WANDA HAS AN AMAZING WAP AND I DON'T FEEL NO SHAME CONFESSING THIS

Sam: ...🥴 You know what, I'll mind my business.

Wanda: Thank you Sam 🙃

Mbaku: Okoye's WAP has me questioning life sometimes 😈

Okoye: I know 😉

Sam: And Tina's has me craving for more

Scott: Hope's has me close to tears often

Bruce: Natasha's almost makes me turn into a beast 👀

Bucky: And [Y/N]'s won't ever have to do the work again. Because her WAP is worth everything

[Y/N]: You're forgiven 🥰

Steve: Peggy's W-

Sam: Steve no!

Wanda: No disrespect but you and Peggy are old. Very old

Bucky: We don't want to know anything about your sex life

Steve: But-

Thor: STEVEN AMERICA ROGERS OBEY TO YOUR EX TEAMMATES

Clint: Come on, let this old man say his peace

Natasha: Fine.

Steve: Peggy's WAP feels amazing, like warm oatmeal on a-

[Y/N] blocked Steve from the chat

[Y/N]: I just saved everyone's lives, appetite and sight. Say thank you

Everyone: Thank you [Y/N].

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[fumbling-fanfics]

People Person - Lewis Tan x Reader...

So this is a little drabble that is based off of something myself, @dc41896​ and @my-rosegold-soul​ were saying about Mr Tan.

Pairings: Lewis Tan x Reader

Note reader is POC in this and all my fic’s.

Warnings: None, just a cute little drabble with Lewis 

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Lewis knows everyone.

He knows everyone in LA. Everyone is Bangkok. Everyone in Thailand. Everyone in Shang-hi. Everyone in New York. London. Paris. You’re pretty sure he knows everyone, in every city of the world.

While it’s sweet that he takes the time to stop and talking to everyone and anyone, it sometimes gets in the way of simple tasks. Like going out to eat.

Rather than staying cooped up in the hotel room you and Lewis manage to get out of the tangled bed sheets, shower and get dressed. You suggest exploring the city streets at night for something to eat rather than room service. You’d been too busy making up lost time with Lewis that you hadn’t eaten since you boarded the plane almost 12 hours before and you were starting to get hangry.

“I know just the perfect spot” Lewis smiles, as he hugs you in the lift. His grin relieves your face of the hangry frown. You’re excited now, because apart from knowing everyone, everywhere. Lewis also knows every restaurant, everywhere.

As you wonder the streets to your destination Lewis walks with you tucked under his arm pointing out to places and spots along the way, telling you a story or a fact. You snap some pictures too. The sights, Lewis, you & Lewis. You need to show your friends some pictures, rather than just the hickey’s on your skin.

After waiting a while to snap a picture with less people and more of what Lewis has pointed out to you, you turn to find Lewis further down the street. He’s embracing another person. And when they separate, they look equally shocked and excited to see each other. Your picture done, you catch up to them both.

“Dude! How long has it been, like forever!” Lewis exclaims taking off his sunglasses as if he cannot believe the person standing in front of him is real.

The guy chuckles as he shakes his head. They launch into a game of tag with stories and old memories, you gain more knowledge about Lewis. Sharing the laughter.

Lewis is cute when he is excited, more animated, eyes wide, hands waving around as he talks. He also gets forgetful.

“Oh crap, sorry, this is my girlfriend y/n. Y/n this is Adam” Adam softly shakes your hand as you exchange “Hello’s”.

Adam and Lewis both disappear into conversation, and your stomach growls. It’s so loud you’re surprised neither guys hear it, even over the night time noise.

Not wanting to be rude and abruptly interrupt you slowly move closer to Lewis, who while telling Adam a recent casting story, slips his arm around your waist as you slip your arm around his.

“You gotta see this” Adam pulls out his phone, unlocks his screen and proceeds to play a video. With his arm still around your waist Lewis leans in closer to Adam, leaving space for you too. You don’t really pay attention. Instead to lightly tug on Lewis’ jacket, like an impatient child wanting their parent to stop talking to whoever they have just bumped into. You lean in, closer to Lewis. “I’m hungry” you whisper into his ear.

Adam’s phone suddenly rings, the video being replaced with a colorful screen with a vibrating icon of a phone receiver, he excuses himself to take the call.

“I don’t want to be that annoying girlfriend but when can we go eat. I’m literally about to faint” Lewis chuckles deeply, his fingers slipping under you jacket and top to rub against your skin.

“You can even invite Adam, he seems to have some interesting stories I’d like to hear” you grin.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you” Lewis grabs a quick kiss from you turning his attention back to Adam as he says ‘Goodbye’ to whoever called him.

“Adam were about to grab something to eat, you wanna join? Y/n is dying to hear some more stories” Lewis offers.

Adam turns to you with grin. “Do you know about the time Lewis ended up naked in front of a group of over 75’s for one of those still life drawing class having to explain that tattoo of his” Adam laughs.

“What! No” Adam’s face lights up as you laugh.

“Maybe not that one” Lewis blushes, tickling you slightly under your top.

“Maybe another time anyway, I gotta get to this meeting with my agent, but let’s swap numbers and I’ll call you tomorrow” Both guys exchange phone numbers and then you all say bye.

In an effort to dodge questions about the still life class Lewis whisks you through the streets to the restaurant, promising to finish his tour on the way back to the hotel.

Of course Lewis knows the guy seating people in the restaurant. You’re not even surprised when the chef comes out to see Lewis. The chef says he’ll go off menu for you both, and you’re not disappointed.

You’re stuffed, almost too full. You almost don’t noticed half the restaurant staff leaving when you and Lewis do. Night is dawn, the sky slowly getting lighter. By the time you both get back to the hotel all you can do is strip off your clothes and fall into bed. Lewis hangs the do not disturb sign on the door, and you sleep until just gone 10am, but don’t actually leave the bed until past noon.

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[namorslutfanfiction]

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

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: Five years have passed and this will be your first time being welcomed back into Wakanda after your banishment. How will things have changed.

Angst, fluff.

You stood on the banks of Wakanda looking upon a home you had not stepped foot in for five whole years. It was as beautiful as it always was in the bright sun of the morning. You flexed your hands, getting used to the air again after such a long time. Anxiety was still peeking through the confidence you had built over the years.

"In reina, are you ready?" Namor asked from your side. He entwined your hands and brought yours to his lips. You examined the slight bluish tint to your skin that wasn't surprising but still left you feeling slightly bereft. After all, you spent your times in Talokan, where, in the deep, your skin looked it's usual brown. You met the eyes of your husband which still held the same love and affection they always had.

"As ready as I'll ever be," You replied, squeezing his hand and following the procession as it made its way to the palace.

It was the five year anniversary of the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda. Many things had happened since your banishment. You had been heartbroken but eventually received word that M'baku had convinced Shuri for a temporary banishment, one that lasted five years. You had accepted it, knowing that the turmoil of the last few months were fueling Shuri's vitriol. You were also harboring resentment for the Wakandan royal who you blamed for the loss of your first child, though she would never know.

You had been with child the day you were banished. You didn't know until a few months later, when during a heart wrenching break down over the decision to uphold the banishment sent you to your knees. Your grief over your lost home was enough to end the small life before it could start. The loss of a child you had not even known you had was a hard blow for you and Namor. But if anything it brought the two of you closer. Maybe it was because he had spent centuries watching his people die of old age that he was able to fight off grief by ensuring you that you had more time to have more children. He was your source of comfort and strength while you reevaluated your life.

Namor had been the doting and caring husband he had promised to be. But even he was worried when you started experimenting with vibranium, growing plants with it, and trying to mimic the original potion that had made the Talokanil who they were. No words from him deterred you from your mission and you would silence him with adoration and love and promises of carrying his child when you joined him in bed every night. You knew he was worried and didn't want you to force a transformation but you were determined.

In regards to the traitors, Namor had publicly executed those that had tried to poison you and had dealt a warning against further uprising. You were the one who gave Attuma a letter to read to the people since you couldn't be there. You understood where they were coming from and why they hated you, even if it was not all of them. You addressed their fears of the surface world, the recent alliance with Wakanda, and your choice to stay with Namor even though it meant losing your home. You chose Talokan and its king over everything and you had no regrets.

After the letter, the people were nicer. Some sent gifts and the maids checked them all for tampering. But there was no other attempt on your life. You were determined to connect with your people and that meant being able to join them beneath the sea. The only communication you had had with Shuri in the first year were messages about recreating the plant that had helped the Talokanil. It was a puzzle that Shuri helped with although she remained disconnected at first, the scientist would not refuse the challenge. It was the catalyst for repairing your relationship and the first offer to visit, that you would refuse.

Two worthless attempts later and one that had left you tinted blue but not at all able to breathe underwater, you had eventually succeeded in something close. Maybe it was because that plant had been engineered but the potion that should have been 100% did not completely succeed. It had indeed given you the same skin and look of the Talokanil but you could breathe through your mouth and nose on land. The gills on your neck would seal up in open air and reopen when you swam in the ocean. You were secretly thankful that you could dwell on surface and land, like your husband, without assistance.

That was not your only success over the last five years. The other was currently being carried by the majestic king next to you. With curly dark hair, tiny wings on his ankles, and skin as golden as his father's was your son. Three years old and as curious as a new born lamb. His chocolate eyes flicked to and fro as he took in the new surroundings for the first time.

Yuneun, your 'half moon'. Half the sea and half the sky. Although he was sired shortly after you took the potion he did not inherit the blue tint or the gills. No he was his father's son and Namor had been terrified and awestruck. The boy was already showing signs of higher intelligence and slightly slowed aging. You secretly thanked whatever gods gave your husband an eternal companion. Your golden boys who you loved more than life.

Bringing an heir to the people of Talokan, and one that was so much like their king had endeared the people to you. When you joined them in the deep of the city and commiserated with them, showed them your skin and gills, they had finally fully welcomed you. Your family had ruled the undersea kingdom peacefully. But there was still a part of you that yearned for the surface and the home you left behind. A part you fought tooth and nail for years to not going begging for reentrance to the land it was banished from.

But now your banishment had ended and you were here, with your husband and son to celebrate five years of peace. You saw how some of the Wakandan's whispered as the procession passed through the vibrant city center. The way their eyes took in your tinted skin and the slices along your neck but you paid them no mind. You were proud of the person, no the Queen you had become in your absence.

"Na'," Yuneun called to you with hands out stretched. You and Namor both paused to allow the children to climb into your arms. You kissed his cheek and resumed walking, your husband had a firm hand on your lower back guiding you as you spoke to the boy.

"Yes, in chan paalo', my child. Do you like it? This is where I come from," You smiled as your son looked around wide eyed, the wings on his ankles fluttered with excitement.

"Yuum, yuum," Yuneun called to his father, pointing at the palace that was rising up into the skyline.

"Yes, little one, that is the Royal Palace. You will meet your uncle and the Queen of Wakanda soon," Namor beamed. The Talokan King was all smiles and happiness. Over the years the diplomatic relationship between the two countries had improved greatly. He met with Shuri at least once a month and together they presented a united front at global gatherings.

M'baku had been allowed back into the council and he and Namor had a bi-weekly meeting which ranged from sparring to board games to physical challenges. It warmed your heart to know that M'baku and your husband had become friends. It had healed many old wounds to hear about the stories and games between the two great men. It was also a way for you to hear about M'baku and him about you. It had been a condition of your banishment that you did not contact the Jabari leader.

You would see him today, for the first time since you saved him from certain death at the hands of Shuri. You were not worried about the Queen. Your work together to recreate the potion had started out tense but had fallen into easy comradery by the end of it. But you had not had the time to rebuild with the man who was like your brother. You hoped he would accept you as you were now.

You could see the Dora Milaje flanking the council and Queen Shuri at the entrance to the palace. M'baku stood next to her and you saw the moment they recognized you. Eyes widening for a moment but a smile growing across their faces. You felt your anxiety melt away and the tenseness in your shoulders relax. You looked to Namor who returned your gaze with a knowing smile. He leaned in and whispered to you "I told you. You could have comeback before the 5 years passed. They wanted you to. They missed you."

He was right and you knew it. You were the stubborn one who wouldn't let go of your pride and waited out the banishment. But you didn't regret it. You could present yourself confidently and happily now that time had healed the wounds of the past.

"The Great King and Queen, we welcome you!" Shuri greeted you. She looked older but also softer, the grief had finally left her eyes and you recognized your old friend. Namor and M'baku clasped hands while you stepped up to Shuri.

"Queen Shuri, I would like you to meet the crown prince, our son, Yuneun," You turned your son to look at your friend.

"Hello little prince, I am so glad to meet you," Shuri spoke to the child with a soft tone. Yuneun giggled in reply and you couldn't help but look down adoringly at your child.

Shuri shifted her gaze to you, "It is good to see you old friend. I know why you never came when I said you could visit. But I am happy that you are here. I would like to apologize for everything."

The Queen looked regretful. You pulled her into a one armed hug, "Shuri, all is forgiven and has been. I just needed time to heal, time to become the best Queen I could be."

She returned your embrace then pulled away to take you in, "Motherhood suits you and so does the blue skin."

You laughed at her light teasing, "It was a small price to pay to be accepted by my people. Plus, you've seen Talokan, to be able to swim in that world without a huge suit is a blessing."

"Come, let's go inside. Then we can feast and truly catch up," Shuri looped an arm with yours and guided you inside. You glanced back to make sure that Namor and M'baku were going to follow you. "They'll catch up. M'baku will want to speak with you but I will hog you for now."

...

"It is good to see you, Baku. You look well," You said to the great Jabari warrior. You were fighting the anxious need to wring your hands together now that you were face to face. He had asked to speak to you somewhere private and you had obliged. The celebrations were well underway and everyone else had already reintroduced themselves.

"And you, my dear friend, look happy," M'baku remarked, a softness taking over his features.

"I am. Namor has kept me up to date about your life as much as he can between his grand retellings of your spars and games," You chuckled, "I expect to meet your betrothed before the wedding. She will need my approval after all."

M'baku chortled loudly, "Yes, yes, she knows."

"Will you give me a hug already? It has been too long," You finally requested. The tension finally broke and M'baku gathered you into his arms in a warm embrace. You held on firmly, remembering his scent, and all the years you had spent together. "I have missed you, Baku."

"I have missed you too," M'baku stroked your hair and then released you from his embrace. You were both teary eyed and sniffling which made you both let out a laugh. "Blue suits you."

"It does, doesn't it," You quipped back, grinning at him.

"They treat you well now?" M'baku asked.

"Yes, they have accepted me and adore Namor, myself, and Yuneun," You informed your friend confidently.

"Yuneun, a good name for a beautiful child, may I meet him?" M'baku offered you his arm to lead you back to the main hall.

"Of course. Namor has been weaving tales to the boy of how great of a warrior his uncle is," You took his arm and walked with him, the warmth of familiarity rolling through you.

"You've told him about me?" He asked surprised.

"Oh he knows all about his lineage here in Wakanda. He will always know of the two great Kingdoms he comes from," You looked up and caught the Jabari man's eyes. "He will be proud of both his families. We have made sure of that. I may be as Talokanil as I can be now, but I will always be Wakandan."

...

You sat at the table with M'baku holding your son who was pulling at the warriors furs and giggling uncontrollably. Shuri and Namor were in a deep conversation about a recent outreach plan to your left. You looked around the decorated hall remembering how you met the King here, not knowing how your fate would change.

You looked out upon the mingling Talokanil and Wakandans and felt your heart swell. There was no division of sides like the day of your wedding. There was no tension or grief, just celebration.

Your eyes looked at the dais steps remembering how the blood of the traitor had been spilled here and no one who hadn't been there would have guessed. It was all so surreal. Maybe there were gods out there that had blessed this union despite its unhappy origins. Whether due to the sacrifice or in exchange for the deep suffering you had all endured.

You looked once more around the table and caught the eye of your husband you mouthed 'I love you'. Shuri caught him and turned to you, making a gagging motion which made Namor laugh. M'baku was making baby noises at Yuneun and you covered your giggle with your hand. He raised an eyebrow at you and stuck out his tongue then continued to amuse the boy.

You sighed in content. Namor made his way around the table and greeted you with a kiss to your cheek and the side of your neck. "You are glowing, in yakunaj."

You turned to him, cupping his cheek, "We all are, in ajawo, we all are."

....

AND THERE IT IS. THE END.

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[wakandas-vibranium]

The Laundromat ||| Part Five

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Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning(s): Violence, death

A/N: I really wasn’t going to finish this series but I don’t like to leave anything hanging so the next chapter will be the finale. Hope you enjoy! 

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It has been four months since N’Jadaka came back into your life and you could not be more grateful. The pain that constructed your heart to ache every single day since you lost your family finally began to ease. You might not have had your entire family back but N’Jadaka was enough. He was just what you needed. 

The two of you have gotten much closer and you could say that you were in a happy, somewhat healthy relationship. Sex with N’Jadaka was incredible to say the least and it only got better. You could always be yourself around him which is why you’ve always loved him so much. He still wouldn’t tell you about what he does for a living and it was okay in the beginning but now you needed to know just what the hell he was up to. 

N’Jadaka moved into your apartment two months ago. He kept going on and on about how it would be safer if he was with you. You didn’t mind him living with you. You just wanted him to open up and stop being so emotionally stunted. It was a work in progress. For the last three months he has been training you, waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to go running, taking you to the gun range twice a week. Last week he started teaching you how to hack into security cameras and self defense. You have become a decent criminal. 

This was your life now. 

The sudden beeps emerging from the alarm clock slowly pulled you out of a well needed rest.

“Turn it off.” You mumbled. 

The clock was on his side of the bed and you weren’t going to reach over him. Not with the way your arms felt. You sighed as N’Jadaka reached  to shut it off, taking his warmth with him. Now you were cold. 

“(Y/N), it’s time to get ready for work.” 

“No.” You groaned as you snuggled closer to him. You didn’t feel like going to work today. You were tired and sore as hell. You were at the gym with N’Jadaka for forever last night. You were almost certain that he was trying to kill you. What was he preparing you for? A goddamn war? An attack on titan? Your muscles and joints whimper simultaneously every time you shift your body. You didn’t want to move at all. N’Jadaka placed soft kisses on your jaw. 

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “Did I work you too hard at the gym last night?” 

“You know damn well you did, you fucking bastard.” You pinched his arm as he shook you both with his laughter .

The clock beeped again, reminding you that you had to leave in thirty minutes or you’d be late. 

“Maybe I should call out today.” 

“Then who will save the patients?”

“It’s other nurses and doctors there!” 

“Yeah, but they ain’t as good as you.” 

“True,” You sighed, “Alright. Carry me to the shower then.” You smirked as you pulled back the covers. He picked you up, holding you with ease as he carried you to the bathroom. 

Twenty minutes later you were putting on your cobalt scrubs and tying your shoes. This was your last twelve hour shift then you were off for a week. You could get through it. Lives did need to be saved. The end of your shift couldn’t come fast enough and you haven’t even arrived at the hospital. You grabbed your bag and headed to the front door.  N’Jadaka stopped you as he pulled you in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I know that I’ve been actin’ a little crazy these past few weeks but I promise I will explain everything to you over lunch later, okay?” 

“Alright.” You nodded, pecking him on the lips before walking out the door. 

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You glanced at your watch again. It was a quarter to four. N’Jadaka was supposed to be here at two o’clock so you could have lunch. You always had lunch together twice a week and he was never late. Something was wrong. You have called him three times now and each time it rang all the way through. You felt anxious. After waiting another thirty minutes you decided to just skip lunch and keep working. The emergency room was more hectic than usual today and you needed a distraction. You walked into trauma room one and helped examine a patient. 

“What brings you in today Mrs. Towner?” 

An hour or so passed before you looked at the clock. Your shift was almost over and you still haven’t heard from N’Jadaka. You were ready to get the hell out of there so you could look for him. Once you finished bandaging your current patient’s arm you walked out of trauma room three because you heard multiple sirens and a loud commotion outside by the ambulance bay. 

“What in the hell?” You gasped as N’Jadaka was being wheeled into the emergency room on a gurney. His clothes were covered in blood and he was cursing at the paramedic who tried helping him inside. He detested hospitals. The other paramedic explained the situation to Dr. Fich, the trauma surgeon. 

“32-year-old male, stab wound to the right thigh and GSW to the right shoulder. BP one hundred over sixty. Four more injured in the ambulances behind us. Shooter fled the scene and cops are still looking for her.”

“Okay let’s get him into trauma two!” Doctor Fich wheeled him into the room and the paramedic helped N’Jadaka onto the hospital bed. You rushed into the trauma room. N’Jadaka stopped giving them a hard time once his eyes met yours. 

“Nurse (Y/N), can you take care of him while I assess how badly the others who are coming in are injured?” Doctor Fich walked up to you. 

“Yes,” you nodded, “I’ve got it. Go.” 

Doctor Fich and the paramedic left the room quickly, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I told that wack ass paramedic that I ain’t need to come here.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Baby, what happened?” You questioned as you snapped your mauve gloves on. 

“My partner Lynda found out I was helping with her investigation so she turned on me and tried to kill me but I got away.” N’Jadaka grunted as he tried to sit up. 

You assessed his gunshot wound. Grateful that the bullet was not inside him and it didn’t damage anything major. The bleeding stopped, but you still applied pressure as you cleaned it and bandaged the wound while N’Jadaka explained what went down and why he missed lunch. 

“You need to hurry and stitch up my thigh so we can leave.” He grumbled. 

“Can I at least numb you up first?” 

“No, we don’t have time! Just get to stitchin!” 

“Don’t fuckin’ yell at me! You need to be numbed! That cut is deep!” 

You turned away from him to look for a suture kit and lidocaine in the cabinet drawer. N’Jadaka grabbed the stapler gun and began to staple his wound. His soft grunts and the stapling sound caused you to stop what you are doing and look at him. He was stapling his own goddamn skin back together with no numbing medicine. You rushed over to him and snatched the stapler gun from his hands. 

“What in the hell is wrong with you? You goddamn brute! You aren’t even doing it right so now you’re gonna have a big ugly scar!” 

“I don’t give a fuck about a scar, (Y/N)! Now finish stapling my leg so we can get the hell out of here! I cannot protect you here so--please just hurry up.” 

You sighed deeply, shaking your head as you stapled the rest of his flawed skin. You were too mad at him to express how hot he was right now. His hushed grunts and the adrenaline pumping through you were making you think about things that you shouldn’t be thinking about. Especially right now in this very moment. Once you finished stapling you rubbed bacitracin on his wound before removing your gloves and washing your hands. 

“You don’t know her like I do. She will not stop until she kills me. She’s probably on her way here right now to finish the job.” He stressed as he fixed his clothes the best he could before standing up. 

“Let’s just go.” You quipped. 

The drive to your apartment was quiet. 

You were tired of being left in the dark about what N’Jadaka was doing. He wasn’t offering any information and you weren’t asking. Not anymore. 

“Baby, I’ll explain everything as soon as we pack our shit and get away from here.” 

“Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, not believing a word he just said. He could’ve explained all this shit months ago if he really wanted you to know. 

Fortunately, you made it home before his partner arrived. 

You zipped your last bag before slinging the strap over your shoulder. N’Jadaka stood beside you with all of his bags gathered. 

“You got everything?”

You were about to say yes but the soft rattling of your doorknob made you gasp. It was Lynda. 

“Shit,” N’Jadaka cursed, “it’s her.” 

He motioned for you to drop your bags and follow him. Quietly you dropped your bags on the carpet floor before following him into the kitchen. You watched in confusion as he moved to open the oven and pressed a grey button on the side of it. You had no idea that that button was there. Your jaw dropped in sheer bewilderment as a secret, silver compartment appeared from the rear of the oven. The cartridges opened, revealing several guns, knives and ammunition. 

“When did you have time to do all this?” You whispered. 

“Last month when you did that double shift.” He shrugged as he grabbed three guns and four knives. 

You followed suit, grabbing two 9mm pistols and one push dagger. You frowned as he shook his head at you. 

“She’s gonna have at least three other people with her.” He whispered as he nodded toward the weapons.

“Fuck,” you sighed before grabbing two more knives.

“Remember: you shoot and stab to kill.” He stated before kissing you on the cheek. His stealthy moves brought him closer to the front door. He flipped the lights off to give the both of you an advantage. 

The door was kicked open by a large white man and you didn’t hesitate to launch a dagger at his throat. It caught his jugular like you knew it would and he groaned as he stumbled to the ground, bleeding to death. 

“Shit!” Lynda cursed, “They’re here!” 

She rolled onto the floor, unable to see in the darkened apartment. The other three slowly made their way inside, trying to locate you and N’Jadaka. 

You crouched on the tiled floor, heart beating rapidly as one of the men was about to walk past you. You took a calming breath before stabbing his Achilles heel. He yelped in pain and you pulled the knife out, making quick to stab his other Achilles heel. He fell to his knees and you slit his throat, grunting as the knife sliced through his skin with ease. Two down and only two more to go. You wanted to gag at the blood spewing onto you but you didn’t. You were used to a lot of blood. You weren’t squeamish. This was different. You just killed a second person. With ease. Why isn’t this bothering you more? You’ve become a killer. Apparently, that’s what your boyfriend was too. 

The other guy found N’Jadaka and tackled him onto the small table in the living room, breaking it as they tumbled to the floor. 

Lynda’s dumb ass finally turned the lights on and spotted them. Not noticing you, she made her way over to them, pointing the gun at your boyfriend’s head. Carefully, you snuck up behind her and hit her across the head with a frying pan. She faltered slightly but didn’t go down as you had hoped. She turned around and slapped you. You grunted as you punched her in the face and kicked her back. Her gun fell out of her small hand and she rushed to grab it but you unsheathed your last knife and stabbed her in the shoulder. 

“You fucking bitch!” She screamed in pain. 

You laughed at her shocked expression. Yeah, bitch. You thought this would be easy but I got your ass, You thought. 

N’Jadaka finally got a hold of the other man and snapped his neck with ease. He stood up, panting as he held a dagger in his hand. Lynda was in between the both of you. Unsure of what to do next. 

You couldn’t stop the giggle as she fell to the ground in pain. The squeal she made reminded you of one of those pledging squeaks. 

“How should we kill her, baby?” N’Jadaka smiled at you. The look he gave you was borderline feral. This entire situation was wild and like nothing you’ve ever experienced. 

“Hmm…” 

“D-don’t do this Erik!” Lynda begged. 

“Shut up! Weren’t you here to kill us?” N’Jadaka said. 

You pulled out your gun and took the safety off. You were ready to kill this conniving bitch. You looked at your boyfriend and he nodded his head, giving you the okay to end his partner’s life. You took a step back and aimed for her forehead. You pulled the trigger and the bullet hit her right between her eyes. She died instantly. Holy shit. You just killed three people. Why weren’t you freaking out. The only thing you felt was excited and you were slightly turned on. How could you go back to normal after this? 

You and N’Jadaka were laying low in a safehouse on the northside of San Francisco for a couple of days. He was sure of killing everyone on Lynda’s payroll but he wanted to be safe. N’Jadaka told you about some arms dealer he was supposed to be meeting up with later tonight.  N’Jadaka sat beside you on the couch and began to explain his plan. 

“First, I need to know that you’re all in.” He began

“I just murdered three people in cold blood, N’Jadaka! Of course I’m all in.” You promised. 

“Okay. You have to know that there is nothing more important to me than getting my revenge and taking what is rightfully mine.” 

“Okay.” You nodded. You could tell that he was kind of nervous so you entwined your fingers with his. 

“Alright. Let’s discuss the plan,” he sighed as he kissed your hand,” We’re robbing a museum in London.” 

After hearing what he had to say you were shocked to say the least. Your boyfriend was a prince and soon enough would be king?! N’Jadaka was of royal blood. This whole time, your entire life you’ve been in love with royalty. You couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he never wanted to talk about his parents or his life before meeting your family. He’d been through so much at such a young age and he survived. He was stronger than you originally thought. 

You both stayed on the couch, cuddling each other until it was time for the meeting. You don’t know why but after hearing the entire truth it’s almost like your love for him grew. You were madly in love with N’Jadaka and you’d do absolutely anything for him. 

“This guy we’re about to meet is an arms dealer. He’s crazy as hell and the men who work for him are even crazier so I need you to be on high alert at all times when he’s around. Got it?’’

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“He doesn’t need to know about our plan so don’t tell him anything about Wakanda. From here on out you call me Erik.”

“Alright.” 

There was a loud bang on the door and you both stood up to answer it. It was a short man with a pretty big entourage. Hmm, you thought he’d be taller. 

“Klaue this is (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Klaue.” 

You went to shake his hand, stopping once you realized he only had one goddamn arm. He was holding a duffel bag in his other arm so you decided on a smile and a nod. 

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Klaue smirked. 

His thick accent took you by surprise. You assumed he was American but you were wrong. He gave off a weird vibe and you would never want to be alone with him. You could see the mania sizzling just behind his corneas. Hopefully you wouldn’t get on his bad side. 

#so sorry for the wait!! #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #violence #erik killmonger x you #black panther fanfiction #black panther fanfic #my fics #thank you so much for reading!

[artisticestheticreads]

The End of the World: Part 1

A/N: Okay I am an awful human being because this was requested back in October by @thickemadame​. This will be a multiple one shot inspired by the Will Smith film, I Am Legend and with the virus going around. This is not to scare anyone. We will make through this by any means necessary. This super short but I hope y'all still. PART TWO WILL COME OUT TOMORROW

WARNING: Blood, coronavirus, death, cussing and horror

SONG RECOMMENDATION: See Me Fall by Ro Ransom

WORD COUNT: 1157

PAIRING: Black Reader x Erik Stevens

  The year 2030, you woke up on a cool day. Cooler than usual honestly since you reside in Sunny California. You stretched your aching limbs and noticed the silence that surrounded you. You got out of bed with your durag wrapped around your fresh cut, dark brown fade and called out. “Bruno, Bruno baby”, you called out to your boyfriend. You pulled out your phone and saw that you had no service what so ever. “Shit”, you yelled as you made your way down the hall. You called out to him again until you saw your trashed living room. “Baby, did we get drunk last night? Why the fuck is there such a huge mess?” You traced a single finger against the wood of the coffee table and saw blood with discarded clothes in his favorite spot on the couch.

 He warned you that this day would come but you thought he was crazy in the brain. The day actually came, the end of the world. You ran back to your room to hurry and dressed in a green turtle neck with a pair of jeans, beanie and boots. You slipped on your black bomber jacket and before you hit the door, the news flashed on our TV. “This Rosa Gonzalez with ABC 7. It looks like the virus is spreading across the world and there are over a million bitten or dead due to the deadly pandemic. The infected have raided homes to find and kill the only man who could have saved us named Bruno Tylers.” You covered your mouth to cover the cries and screamed into your hands.

   The reporter continued as you watched. “He was the only one who had a remedy that so happen can save us all. But no one has found it yet. According to his deceased team that passed this morning, the remedy is somewhere hidden but the only thing we knows is that it ‘is close to the heart’. We will report more later on at two, stay safe world.” The TV shut off when you thought of Bruno’s words. You then saw a white envelope in the mail basket, you opened and noticed Bruno’s handwriting.

  “My love, I am soon to be with my mother and father. They have come for me and I can stop that. I know you have the ability to stop them but there seems to be a ton of them. So, I have locked the bedroom door from the inside. But before I did, I packed you with four bags for your travels a long with the keys to the Ford Truck. I want you to go to this address and follow this exact formula to make enough to heal the sick but there is not much time. Also, there is a shot for you to take to protect yourself. There is enough for a month and each shot lasts every month as well. Remember, the formula is close to your heart. I love you and please stay safe…for both of us. 

-Bruno.” 

You folded the paper and placed it into your pocket. You thought of what he said and noticed that the only thing that stayed close to your heart was... “My necklace.” You caressed as you ran to the bedroom, locking the door behind you and grabbed your backpack, placing it on your back, throwing your messenger bag across your chest and grabbing your duffel bag before reaching for your gun under the bed.

  Then, you heard it. A pair of footsteps at the bedroom door. You stood straight with gun in hand, taking four deep breaths. You thought quick and shot at the window to jump out to the fire escape. It seemed like each floor you hit, another infected creature reached for you but you dodged them all. You jumped onto your truck and threw your stuff in the back seat. You started the car but struggled to get it up and running. All of a sudden, you saw a figure in the distance, then it became a few then hundreds. The infected ran to your truck but you floored it, backwards. You took to the freeway and made your long journey to the secluded location. As you looked around you saw a few wounded survivors and thought that you were the only one who can save them all.

  You made it to deep downtown as you went to the lab and used his badge that was with the letter; this was your new home. It was secluded, on lock down mode and safe; there was no way that anyone or anything can get through. There was a cot with sheets folded for emergency and a clean bathroom. You sat at the counter wiping your face and heard a thump noise. You grabbed your gun and pointed it the direction you heard the noise in. You took careful steps to the area and heard a toilet flush. When the door open, hands went in the air. “Whoa, whoa. Put that down”, he said in his raspy voice. “Who are you”, you asked him and he slowly approached you. “I am one of the Wakandian providers. You know, the ones that gives y’all money and sends our scientists here.” You lowered your gun and noticed his appearance. You two met on several occasions but never really talked much. It was Erik Stevens himself. He wore a navy blue long sleeve tee with jeans and sneakers of course.

 “Mr. Stevens, sorry. I didn’t recognize you in casual attire.”

“Yeah, I decided to drop to check on my students but I just found their bloody lab coats.” You put your gun down and nodded with him. “Yeah, it’s a blood bath out here. How is it in Wakanda?”

“Well, since half our population was wiped out along with most of my family so did our scientists. No one knows a cure for any of this. I mean, we tried everything but just failed miserably. Rumor has it, that the formula is somewhere here. But I didn’t find anything. Shuri was here to help but-.” He looked towards her lab coat on the floor and you followed his sad eyes. The young woman was massacred only trace if her was her blood and beads. You looked to him and said “I am so sorry, Mr. Stevens. I actually have it. Bruno must have known this was coming and wanted to keep it safe months ago.” He looked at you, curious eyes at your face. “Where is it?” You pointed to your necklace and he smiled. “Y/N, this is great. Do you know what this means? We can save the world from being ran over by them ugly ass things out there.” You laughed a little and said “well, he also gave me the formula but I can’t do this shit. Can you?”

“Yeah, I can. We can save the world, Y/N… together.”

𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

@muse-of-mbaku @im5ftbutmythroat66 @chaneajoyyy @melanin-samii @theunsweetenedtruth @doux-ciel @unicornluvin8765 @vikkidc @wakandantings @thadelightfulone @mzamethystp @simbiann @tropicalsun10 @babydoll756​ @notoriouslynay @vminax @quinsly @pinkdemolition @quietstorm-73​ @chaoticcashfancroissant @bugngiz​ @chocolatedippedinhoney​ @yafavcocoa @lostgalaxies​ @mbakuwife @youreadthatright​ @babygotl01292003 @acceptyourselfloveyourself @madamslayyy​ @yoyolovesbucky​ @theogbadbitch @wakanda-inspired @bitchacho25 @toniilaney @wakandascrystal​ @girlsneedlovingfanfics @raysunshine78​ @melodyofmbaku @hearteyes-for-killmonger @silenceisplatinum @thickemadame​ @shookmcgookqueen​ @heykillmongerluhme​ @fonville-designs @cutewylie @allhailqueennel @10bsatatime @nickidub718 @lildashofmelanin @allhailqueennel @amirra88 @hakunalive4eva @thickemadame​ @ghostfacekill-monger @cherrystainedlipsbaby​ @nahimjustfeelingit-writes​ @fd-writes

#Erik Stevens #Erik Killmonger #erik stevens x reader #Erik Kilmonger #Erik killmonger x Reader #horror #artisticestheticreads #artisticesthetic requests

[laketaj24]

A-Z Kinks

Kinky Alphabet!! Alright I am going to open up my inbox to do questions about characters!! These fandoms are the ones I am opened to writing!! I hope that you send them in lol I am tagging everybody. Just send in the letter and character. 

Fandoms:

Vikings, Last Kingdom, Black Panther, Marvel and Peaky Blinders because I am definitely having a moment!!! Hope to hear from you!! 

A - Anal

B - Bondage

C - Creampie

D - Deepthroating

E - Exhibitionism

F - Fingering

G - Gags

H - Hair

I - Intimacy

J - Jizz

K - Kneel

L - Love

M - Multiple orgasms

N - Nipple play

O - Orgasm denial

P - Panties

Q - Quickies

R - Rimming

S - Spanking

T - Threesome

U - Under the table

V - Vibrations

W - Whispers (Quiet sex)

X - XXX (The Kinkiest experience they’ve ever had)

Y - Yes

Z - Zoo (call this the wild card and send any question you like!)

Vikings/ Last KingdomList

list: @ivarsshieldmadien | @equalstrashflavoredtrash | @whenimaunicorn |@akamaiden | @siren-queen03 | @titty-teetee | @sparklemichele | @wilddrabble | @imgoldielikehawn | @greennightspider  | @kenzieam@tomarisela  | @scumyeol | @raindrop-dewdrop |  @naaladareia | @vikingsmania  | @readsalot73| @oddsnendsfanfics |  @amour-quinn | @wheredidallthedreamersgo| @unsure-but-trying  | @lisinfleur |  @ceridwenofwales | @leaderradiante | @ceridwenofwales |  @valynsia  |  @captstefanbrandt | @therealcalicali | @lol-haha-joke | @b-j-d | @cinnabearice | @tephi101 | @grungyblonde | @ivarslittlebadgirll-deactivated| @igetcarriedawaywithyou | @honestsycrets | @sunnyfortomorrow | @earthsmightiestasses | @sincerelysinister | @dangerousvikings | @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla |  @tgrrose | @tierneygonzalez | @ivaraddict | @alicedopey | @brownsugerhippy| @purplerain85 | @quaint-and-curious-being | @doloreschanal | @ilvebeenabad | @strangunddurm | @dangerous-like-a-loaded-pistol | @young-ugly-god | @blackspiritshake | @starrmoondaisy | @trailerthoughtstexas | @booyouwhore | @athroatfullofglass | @riottkatt |  @honeyofthegods| @car-karaoke  | @funmadnessandbadassvikings | @jennadoll19-blog| @khiraeth | @geekandbooknerd | @rabeccablake | @savismith| @boo-youwhoreeee-blog | @chinduda | @innerpaperexpertcloud | @crushed-pink-petals |@bewitch3dforivar | @pancakeboat | @mdlady| @ainatirb-j | @red-rose-21 | @isthat-tyra98 | @trashqueenbitch | @walkxthexmoon | @anunintentionalwriter | @millie67 | @lol-haha-joke | @eleventhdoctorsangel | @reeree1500 | @tamed–chaos | @queenbeeta |  @medievalfangirl | @fangrltiara | @artsyle | @fallslikefeather | @eclecticblkgirl | @pinkrockstar19 |

Black Panther Tagging:   @wakanda-inspired | @misspooh  @whoramilaje @harleycativy @virgosapphire79  @theunsweetenedtruth @marvelpotterlove  @ahhhhkeya  @iamrheaspeaks @thiccdaddy-mbaku @muse-of-mbaku @myboyfriendgiriboy  @someareblindtoitsbeauty@brittyevans@almostpurelysmut @readsalot73 @ivarsshieldmadien@slimmiyagi@cinnabearice @royallyprincesslilly @hutchj@im5ftbutmythroat66@igetcarriedawaywithyou @madamslayyy @bartierbakarimobisson @killmongersaidheyauntie  @babygurlniah43 @thehomierobbstark

Marvel Taglist: @taytayize123 | @isthat-tyra98 | @hexqueensupreme| @valynsia | @vibranium-soul | @suz-123 | @xostephanie | | @marvelmaree | @disneysdarlingdiva | @patzammit | @lilythejumper | @luci-her | @oceanscorazon | @ultracrii | @savismith | @itreywalk | @spicyatnight| @kashirenae92| @letsshamelessqueen-m  | @imgoldielikehawn | @sparklemichele | @rahjah-dat | @areubeingserved | @siren-queen03

#laketa j writes #vikings #modern vikings #ivar #ivar the boneless #ubbe #ragnar #bjorn #hvitserk #tchalla #mbaku #erik #steve rogers #thomas shelby #john shelby #michael shelby #loki #thor #laketa j asks #laketa j muses

[themenof--freeridge]

Family First (Part 2)

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary: Reader is Ruby’s older sister and returns from College to learn that Cesar has gotten involved with the Prophets. Oscar and Reader shared an unspoken attraction, but never acted on it. Reader is prepared to defend her brother and her family, but is it too late?

Requested?: No

Warnings: None

**Non-canon storyline**

Part 1

Tagged: @jadeviger, @drabby-abby, @mbaku-babygirl, @lana-loves-stuff, 

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It was all so impressive, the Quince. Watching from the side of the room, Y/N admired how genuinely happy Olivia looked dancing around in that well-suited dress. It reminded her of her own Quince, which was just as colorful but not as extravagant without Ruby’s touch.

She moved to pour herself a cup of fruit punch just as the DJ switched the track to something more modern and upbeat. Ruby led Olivia to the center of the dance floor and started showing off his practiced moves. Even though she’d been away from home and gaining new experiences, she would always regret not seeing her younger brother grow up. She wanted to be there for him during the happy times, the rough times and even the heartbreaking times. Being a big sister was something that she cherished and while she was back, she wanted to make up for lost time.

Seeing her brother grin and blush at the birthday girl gave her hope that he was discovering love and passion. If she could, she would give him the most life-altering advice on relationships, but she herself had no experience to pull from.

As the music played on, there was a new, off-beat sound in the room. Y/N glanced around until she found the source. Leading heaving, thick-soled footsteps, a stranger had entered the party.

Instantly, she recognized the boy as that Prophets member from the car incident the other evening. Hurriedly, she placed her cup on the table, while maintaining eye contact on the boy’s form.

His expression was a mix of troubled and frustrated. It wasn’t until he reached further into the crowd of dancing Latinos that she saw him draw a weapon. The shifting lights of the party gleamed off of the sleek silver of the hand gun that was now raising to his eye level.

With the weapon out in the open, Y/N flew into defense mode. She pushed people away from her as the Prophet shifted his finger to the trigger, ready to destroy its target.

“Stop!” she yelled out against the music, but very few people heard her.

Just as Ruby took notice of the armed gang member behind Olivia, his eyes widened, aware of how dark this night was about to turn. As the young Martinez gripped Olivia to move her out of the way, Y/N arrived in front of her brother, ready to keep him protected.

The Prophet didn’t even register Y/N’s interference as he pulled the trigger, committing to the attack.

The shot rang throughout the room, having more of an impact than the actual music. The DJ immediately shut everything down and the lights were returned to the original fluorescent effect.

As the pain registered with the blood streaming down her torso, Y/N watched as the attacker fled the scene. She clutched her stomach, but the blood flow just left her with bloody hands scratching at the fabric of her dress. As her legs weakened and she fell to the ground, the last thing she saw before blacking out was her brother’s astonished face as he yelled her name.

-

Almost two weeks had passed and Y/N was well past the grievance stage. She’d spent the most of the last two weeks in and out of the hospital, under the close eye of the doctors and nurses. In their experience, most gang-related attacks concluded when someone came to finish the job in the ER.

Her stomach was accessorized with stitches that were about 6 inches in length. Whenever she had to shower or change, she tried not to stare at them in the mirror, not wanting to relive that night in her mind.

The only thing that kept her sane was the fact that her brother was safe and untouched. She would never want her brother to feel how she was currently feeling. Every time his friends came over, she urged him to go out and have fun. She loved that he wanted to spend time with her in recovery, but she didn’t want him to witness her if she slipped into a bout of rage or depression.

When she was alone, she let her mind take over. Since that night, she hadn’t seen or heard from Oscar. She knew Cesar filled him in on what happened, but he never showed up or sent a message through one of his guys. Whenever she thought of him, her heart beat raced, more out of rage than affection. She was completely pissed off by getting shot, especially when it could have easily been her brother. Now, she didn’t even want to see the Santo; if she did, she’d tear her stitches open from trying to attack him.

Needing to get away from the constant eyes on her, Y/N took her laptop and made the easy stroll to the nearby coffee shop. Seated with an iced Americano next to her, she powered on her laptop and retreated into social media, checking up on what her College friends were doing during the Christmas break. After a few sips, an email alert popped up, from her College.  

She immediately opened the message and was then left staring at her schedule for the upcoming semester. During everything, college classes were the last thing on her mind. Remembering that she was only home temporarily, her eyes began watering.  

She was so absorbed in the email that she didn’t hear the Café’s door open. She didn’t even notice that the person she wanted to see the least right now was approaching her. It was only as the chair opposite her skidded against the wooden-paneled flooring that she averted her gaze and stared at the visitor.  

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, her lips curling into a snarl.  

Oscar sat comfortably in the chair opposite her, resting his elbows on the table’s edge  

She remained speechless as his eyes appraised her, spending more time on her wounded area than she appreciated.  

“How’ve you been, Ma?” he asked, furrowing his brows as he maintained eye contact.

She couldn’t believe him. While he remained calm, her rage was increasing with every passing second. Rather than engage with this, she rose to her feet and grabbed her laptop.  

Rushing our the door, she headed back to her house.  

Not missing a beat, Oscar shadowed her. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he hollered after her.  

At that, she stopped and spun to face him, her expression clouded in disdain. “Okay? Do I look okay to you? I was fucking shot! By someone wh-who wasn’t even important to me or my family. It was some kid who had beef with your goddamn brother, but my family was in danger because of it! And you! You show up after two fucking weeks and tell me that I look okay? What the hell, Oscar!”

He took a few steps towards her, not letting his expression change. Y/N stood still, her chest heaving in rage accompanied by watering eyes.  

She didn’t know what to expect, but as Oscar approached and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, she couldn’t fight anymore. With one deep breath, she let him pull her closer, completely leaning herself again his sturdy form. As she rest her head against his chest, she let herself go, letting the tears flow freely.  

Oscar moved to pat her head with one hand as he said towards her ear, “You really think I didn’t want to spend every waking moment making sure you were okay? You should’ve seen Ruby yelling and pushing me away when I tried to get to you in the hospital. I’ve been keeping my eye on you since you got shot, and this is the first time you left the house alone. I had to see you; I couldn’t take it anymore.”

She closed her eyes as she listened. While the bitter side of her wanted to dismiss every word he said, there was still the better part of her than needed this. She had no idea how much she needed his words, his embrace, his mere presence.  

Oscar vowed that the Prophets problem was solved and that she and her family would be safe. He even made sure that her house was monitored just in case any other Prophet member tried to seek revenge.  

Despite Y/N’s insistence to her brother that Oscar was safe, Ruby continuously glared at the Santo whenever he showed up at the house.  

She was still in recovery, but at least she could let go of some of the rage and frustration she manifested towards the gangs and towards Oscar. It was becoming clearer to her that she wanted him around more often than not.  

#on my block #On my block fanfiction #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #Spooky diaz #spooky diaz x reader #julio macias

[greennightspider]

Chains Chapter 2

Summary: Occurs in a Vikings AU which splits after the events of season 5. Time skip of 5 years. In one of the most popular and high-paying brothels in the city near the sea, rumor spreads of a dark and handsome stranger washed up from a land far away…

Author's Note: I just want to clarify that Y/N is nineteen, although she is a tad naive, and naturally shy and timid in Hvitserk's very dominant shadow. Some of the girls in the brothel are younger, taken in by the mistress, but these girls do not "work" of any sort until they are "women of age" or eighteen.

Chapter 1 

**SMUT WARNING**

Hvitserk x Reader

"You offered me a virgin?!"

The mistress stepped back at the tall man's words, but her initial dread turned to confusion as she continued to pace the corridor. "Is that a problem? Normally our customers see that as an added prize." 

Hvitserk’s jaw clenched as he kept up with the older lady’s brisk pace, with every sinew of muscle tensed in his face. "Even so, why was I not made aware of this before I bed her."

The mistress then stopped and turned to the elusive customer. "You mean she did not tell you herself?"

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You woke up to giggles and idle chatter as your eyes adjusted to the room. You shared a dormitory with many of the other girls which was vibrantly colored with intricate designs and silks of rouge, gold and lavender that hung from the center of the ceiling draped towards the outer walls. 

Each of you had your own bed and chest of drawers at one end of the room, while the other side of the hall was made for past-times; a small shallow pool filled with scarlet rose petals and scented oils, countless mirrors and trinkets from customers eager to impress.

Needless to say you were all well cared for.

However as you winced and groaned as you tried to sit up in your bed, the closest girls snapped their heads in your direction. "Shes awake!!"

Immediately you had a dozen or so girls surrounded you, chattering away like hummingbirds.

"So how was your first time?"

"Was he gentle?"

"Was he big?"

"Was he a cryer?"

"Was he as scary as they say?"

"Do you need some balm? If you put a little on your thighs when you soak in the bath it will help with the pain."

Now THAT question you had to answer. "Yes please Thyri, I cant even feel like I can move my legs right now."

The girls immediately switched to awwing and cooing.

"My first time hurt too, I couldn’t walk for three days!"

"Is it really sore?"

"We can get you a walking stick?"

"Ira said you get used to it after the first time."

"Was he too rough? I hate those ones... stick some nightshade into his tea."

"Suri we don’t know that!"

At this you piped up without thinking. "Actually... I think I may have been too excited." You blushed as the girls hushed, waiting to hear more. "I was.. on top."

The girls then turned to squeal and gasp in shock, to which you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Well that’s good! I mean its good to let them know you’re a virgin, that way it explains the blood."

At this you froze and your eyes widened. But before the girls could continue the mistress appeared at the door.

"Y/N, you have been requested tonight."

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You hadn't told him. But how could you? His very being muted all words, his dominance made you forget everything.

Luckily the steaming bath and balm that Thyri gave you helped with your legs, enough that you could walk. It still looked like an awkward shuffle, but at least no one could see you in the dim hallway.

However, when you entered Hvitserk's room you found it littered with light.

Candles of different sizes rested on every flat surface, the warm light curling around the furniture in the room. The light also illuminated chains that hung from various places in the walls, something you hadn’t noticed before.

It was Hvitserk that made you catch your breath. The moonlight the previous night had not done him justice. In the glow of the candles that caressed his body you found his bare chest, broad shoulders, and icy stare.

Instantly you curtsied, not being able to hold his glare. “Maste-”

"Why did you not tell me you were untouched."

You winced, but tried to remember to breathe. "I did not mean to keep it from you. Its just...” You bravely rose up and stepped closer to the shadowy prince. “If I am being honest, your presence itself... silences me."

He stalked towards you and grabbed your face. "Had I known it was your first, I would have had you like this." His eyes roamed your face while you knew your cheeks were on fire. “Looks like I have some work to do tonight.”

His hand dropped and he flipped himself on his back in the center of the large bed, arms outstretched on either side.

"Now come."

You pawed your way slowly onto the bed, until you were above his chest, but before you could even touch the chains above the headboard Hvitserk grabbed your wrist in a vice-like hold, making you jump.

"No chains this time?" You managed to squeak, and Hvitserk softened his grip at the fear in your voice.

"No. Not this time. Tonight it is not about my pleasure. It is about yours."

"But sir-" You struggled to form words as his lips caught your own, but you pulled away, bravely bringing your hand up to his chin to stop him. He looked frustrated that you stopped him, but humored you.

"Surely... surely we can have both?" You asked timidly.

Hvitserk raise his brow and chuckled darkly in a way that hit your core.

"I wanted to let you rest for a few days... but you can after this."

You lay there on the bed as Hvitserk kissed down your neck and caressed your body, the thin nightgown doing nothing to stop his delicate touch from making you shiver. His hand reached lower and pulled the thin fabric up so he could massage your inner thighs.

“Are you cold?”

“Ah... ah a little.”

He drew himself over you with the heavy duvet, covering you both. You gasped at his touch as one hand cupped your sex and the other massaged your breast.

He suckled your hardened nipple through the thin fabric, making you moan and arch into his hand below. With every jerk his fingers ventured deeper.

"Master," you moaned, your timidness slowly fading away. “Master may I call your name?”

“Say it.” He rubbed his cock between your pillowly lips, before slowly impaling himself in you.

Unlike the night before there was indulgence. Hvitserk stilled himself in you, chuckling darkly when you started to grow frustrated underneath him. Wriggling and squirming you needed friction. You needed his touch. “Hvitserk please.” You whimpered, and he growled in approval as he crashed his lips into yours, sating you with long deep strokes.

There was gluttonous need as he lifted your leg and thrust into you, the angle spurring different groans from you that were muffled in the fabric. He watched you intently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body.

You felt him grow within you and you knew he was close. Hvitserk felt your walls starting to tighten around him and he started a maddening pace that he knew would bring you over the edge. Your nails dug into his skin as he ripped your orgasm from you, gasping as you heard him roar coming undone within you.

Panting for breath and struggling to remain conscious you knew you had to leave. But there was no way your legs would move now. Without a word you tried to shuffle your hips to the edge of the bed. As soon as you started to drag the heavy duvet with your body you felt a strong arm spin you over so you were flush against the dark prince.

"Leaving so soon?" He queried, his eyes still glazed over, breath still heavy.  "I thought I had done my job well enough that you couldn’t escape me tonight.”

"I I thought-"

“You will sleep here with me.” Hvitserk growled, as he brushed the strands of your hair that stuck to your face with sweat. To your surprise he kissed your forehead, with a softness so unlike him. Or maybe it was just like him.

“Promise me you will never hide the truth from me again, Y/N.”

Your stomach flipped at the first mention of your name from his lips. “I promise.”

“Good.” He smiled, but you caught the hint of sadness as he drew you under his chin. “No more lies.”

You felt that his last words were not meant for you. And as he played with your hair while you faded into sleep you heard him say two more pained words.

“Never again.”

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