#Wkabi

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#happybirthday #danielkaluuya #actor #wkabi #blackpanther #SpiderMan #AcrosstheSpiderVerse #skins #chatroom #johnnyenglishreborn #suckerpunch #doctorwho #psychoville #thefades #blackmirror #kickass2 #getout #sicario #widows #achristmascarol #judastheblackmesiah #nope #TheKitchen

[morganhopesmith1996]

😍

[heavenboy09]

Happy Belated 35th Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊  To You

The Black British🖤🇬🇧 Actor Of Wakanda 🌍 & A Young Prominent Actor Of The Future In Cinema 🎥

The 1 & The Only

MR. DANIEL KALUUYA🇬🇧🖤 AKA W'KABI OF WAKANDA 🌍🖤 

#DanielKaluuya #GetOut #BlackPanther #SpidermanAcrossTheSpiderVerse #Wkabi

[youcantcallmethat]

"You move too much," W'Kabi teases. "I heard Okoye hardly twitched when they gave her her tattoos."

"Hush!" Okoye hisses. "Leave T'Challa alone."

T'Challa smiles into the pillow. "Okoye hardly feels a spear pressed to her breast, of course she didn't move. You would sob, ubhuti, I know it."

"Sob?" W'Kabi asks. "I have my tattoos. I never sobbed."

"No?" T'Challa returns. "You had scars. It is the bone char which flares the pain more."

"Ah. The bone char," W'Kabi says, "Perhaps it is the panther's way of telling you, 'Prince, you have used me for your own vanity, how dare you!'"

[iccedays]

Oni want BLOOD! She’s not taking anything less. They need to just let her have him. It’s over 😂😂😂

W’Kabi When Oni Entered the Infirmary with Ayo.

Oni:

W’Kabi:

M’Baku running across Wakanda to stop his cousin:

[lastnamecricket]

So I watched Black Panther again and it confirmed what I already knew.

W’kabi. Ain’t. Shit.

[anthropologicalhands]

wip game

Tagged by @redbelles

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have wips anyone who wants to share!

borrowed vessels

Siren by the sea

prodigal mother: aftermath

ptiii your responsibility in this life

hotel del luna au

married to other ppl au

the devil and the deep blue sea

femme fatale

shuri and wkabi meet again

Again, anyone who wants to do this, please do!

[attoye]

😹

attuma: (bent over, vomiting)

namora: what happened?

okoye: he found out I used to have sex with my ex-husband

attuma: (vomits harder)

[raurquiz]

#happyvalentinesday #tonystark #pepperpots #blackwidow #brucebanner #hawkeye #laurabarton #gamora #peterquill #rhommandey #steverogers #peggycarter #okoye #wkabi #peterparker #mj #hankpym #janetvandyne #antman #thewasp #redguardian #yelenabelova #ikaris #sersei #druig #makkari

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Low-key I want Wkabi to try and do something stupid so that he will get his ass magnificently kicked.

Hahahahaha absolutely!! Attuma will then step in to teach him a final lesson lol 😌😆

[chadwickswidowspeak]

Tish’s 29th Birthday Party 🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️

[sophiecowdrey]

Men of Wakanda 👑

[pantherclawz]

Daniel Kaluuya as W’Kabi in Black Panther (2018)

[mamajanky]

Reading this felt like watching a movie .. patiently waiting for the rest🦦

Drawn to you Ch. 3 teaser

Dark or Yandere Attuma x Okoye Attuma finally gets rid of W'Kabi though it is not the way he pictured happening. With of course a little bit of help.

Content warning: Blood. Body disposal. He reached for her, pressing a warm hand to her thigh caressing it through the light sheet only to stop when she shifted in her sleep. Attuma got to his feet, picking up his phone from the lamp stead while leaving the room quietly. Dialing a number, Attuma stayed quiet listening to shuffling on the over the side of the receiver. “It’s late.” Namora’s voice was groggy, not bothering to say hello and hoped the call was an accident. Though she sat up in her bed already trying to force herself awake. Attuma never called for anything, so to see his name on her phone so late it had to be something. ‘Yeah, I know.” There was a moment of silence before Attuma continued. “But there has been an issue I had to take care of. And I may need your help now.” Attuma admitted. He heard Namora shuffling more over the phone, cutting her off before she could even bombard him with questions. He gave her Okoye’s address to meet him here. Attuma was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with black trousers. Black latex gloves fitting his large hands in a snug like fashion.  His wet hair tied up in a bun, moving quickly around the house grabbing cleaning supplies and bags. The vibration of his phone broke his concentration with an arm full of items, he read Namora’s text quickly telling him to open the door. Attuma held the door open for Namora who glared at him in passing glance. Exhaustion showed in her eyes, though she was dressed similarly like Attuma. Black leather jacket fashioned with dark blue jeans with black heels. W’Kabi’s covered body was not hard to miss, the large lump underneath the pile of blankets looked ridiculous even if the stain of dried blood could be seen. “Are you fucking serious right now, Attuma?” “Namora, can you atleast keep your voice down.” Attuma keeps his features neutral, no matter how much scolding he would take by Namora or even Namor would make him sway. Okoye was more than he could describe with mere words. Namora shot a glowering look in response to which Attuma simply sighed,”Okoye is asleep upstairs and I am not trying to add to the unfortunate impression her ex-husband left on her. Attuma didn’t buckle underneath Namora’s gaze though simply nodded in the direction of W’Kabi’s body. Namora already knew who was underneath there though part of her hoped that maybe Attuma didn’t kill the Border Tribe businessman that approved their deals with Wakanda. That just maybe that Attuma wasn’t possibly seeing this man’s wife as well. She hoped it was someone else or someone that wasn’t important. Moving passed him, she slowly kneeled by the body pulling the blankets back to peek only to throw it back in place. “I fucking should of known when Namor remarked that you seemed to like Wakanda more because you were staying here. And I specifically recall that wasn’t your attitude towards this place in the beginning-.” she snapped. “Are you done?” “Fuck no, you should hear this since Aj K'uk'ulkan believed you were ready beyond just being juntúul ku taasik u kíimile'-” (One that brings death.) “Okoye has been the one this entire time that has been the voice in most, if not all partnerships not-... him” Attuma’s tone had become snappy, normally he allowed Namora to lecture him and he always followed in tow of her words. But at that moment, his patience was already thin and time was becoming more of an issue the longer W’Kabi stayed in that house. “Namora, I made my choice, it is just the way this happened was not only my fault but his too. “ Namora’s gaze fell back onto the stained portion of the blanket, “Does she love the way you love her?” “Yes, she does.” Attuma stated breathlessly. Their getaway togethers were always timeless, yet felt so natural as if they were truly married already. Bright smiles that graced her lips that met her eyes. He wanted that reality but not just in the shadows, he knew that she wanted too but barriers of traditions. 

“And yet you mentioned how you don’t want her to hear us. Did she see you do this?” Attuma couldn’t find his voice, that pain look that flashed in his mind merely made him nod in response. His brows knitted lightly, trying to shake off that memory. “You are the reason why I still keep lime and shovel. And even tarps in my car.” she muttered. “Go back your car into the garage and look for a bag in my trunk by my spare tire. And matter of fact you’ll be on brain duty while I put the tarp in your car. “ Namora pointed at him, taking the supplies he had out of Attuma’s arms. “Thanks Ora.” Namora gave a disgruntled noise in response, mumbling to herself how Attuma  was still a fucking idiot for this. Even her glare softened at the nickname he seemed to only pull out and use whenever she was truly upset. The two worked silently once Attuma did as Namora was instructed and popped the trunk for her,  he came back inside seeing that Namora took everything out W’Kabi’s pockets lining them on the floor. She is already taking the chip out of his phone for Attuma, jewelry already in the pile as well. A long practice that seemed second nature to her still, Attuma wasn’t the only one that held a hand with bringing death to protect their homeland. With ease Attuma rolled up the body and lifted him over his shoulder to carry him to the garage where the trunk of his car was open. Namora went to work cleaning the stains up quickly, gathering an empty bag to dispose of what she cleaned with. And tossing any of his personal items in another. She set aside a bag of knives for Attuma to take just incase. “Don’t throw away his phone or jewelry, I want to dispose of those myself” grunted out once he knew Namora was behind. “Stop being weird.” “How is it weird that I want to help dispose of his personal items?” Attuma scoffed watching Namora toss the bag full of stain cloths in the trunk. Namora studied Attuma for a long time, ultimately shoving the small bag into Attuma’s hands. In trade he gave her his phone to keep for a few hours.  “One more thing, if you can stop by and check on her for me, Ora. If I am taking too long and I won’t ask you anything else, I swear. “ Attuma gave hopeful eyes even if Namora gave him a deadpan expression in response. “Fine. But I will not cover you if K'uk'ulkan begins to ask questions about this and you. Where are you going now?” Attuma snapped the trunk close, giving a slight nod, “I don’t expect you too but thank you.  I’m heading to the sea.” “She keeps a spare key by the hollow out rock near the front door, just using it to lock up. I know I am working against the sun now.” Attuma said, reaching to pat shoulder in thanks for helping while he passed her. Namora watched Attuma drive off into the night, closing the garage before she too followed suit. She truly hoped Okoye was worth playing house with for so long only to make a drastic choice like this. Chacc had to be looking out for Attuma for the thunderstorm had simmered down enough, making the waters tolerable enough to take a boat ride through into the night. Attuma drove in silence, his mind whirling about the fact that Okoye was no longer married. And this would be the last time that either of them would have to see W’Kabi. He kept driving until near the borders that were close to Talokan’s border, using one of their own boats that had been their commute before arriving. Attuma gathered W’kab's items and his body to take down to the pier. Within minutes Attuma was already soaked while untying the boat and raising the anchor to get the boat out of port.

@pilesofpillows @mickimomo @xblackreader

[karisomk]

Prompt setting for Drawn to you Fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45881512 Fic that mentions partially of this setting atm link above. Main Setting idea:  [[For the one shot I only used parts of it because its one shot and I just didn't feel like writing every single part of it. But idk. I may change my mind. ]]

Wkabi a rich border tribes business man that marries Okoye cause of status. 

The marriage is bland but they still remain together out of social norms and to avoid controversy. Plus misery loves company. 

Talokan city being so close to the city of Wakanda, with encouragement from Shuri/ M'Baku and the council. Business deals of trade, food, and money have started. 

Attuma becomes friendly on the behalf of Namor on some affairs. And Namora for others. 

 Wkabi is one of the first to meet him. Him and Attuma are tolerable to one another more or less as a description.. Although Attuma preferred Okoye’s presence and ways of doing business.  The two hit it off instantly whenever Wkabi isn't around. 

Meetings would turn to small conversations between one another. Attuma would push for possible lunch dates with Okoye. When W'Kabi wasn't around,  Okoye would always roll her eyes and remind him she has a husband. Attuma would always grin and say that he was a blind fool of a husband. 

"Attuma, I am married."

"And what if your husband was no longer around then hm?"

"Do not say things like that so loud!"

Completely comfortable with one another and Okoye though she scoffs at Attuma’s on going flirts she would still listen. Close moments of kisses that always seemed to be interrupted. 

"I know that he doesn't touch you. Why else would you stare at me with such hunger? As if I didn't notice."

W'Kabi suspects Okoye is cheating eventually.  But doesn't know with who. 

He catches Attuma looking at Okoye one day.

Which Attuma plays off as admiration when questioned. Wkabi already on edge due to his wife fully becoming cold to him since Attuma’s presence. Attuma’s indifference to W'Kabi’s accusations about him cheating with Okoye pisses W'Kabi off further.

A fight breaks out which Okoye tries to get them to both stop. 

W'Kabi falls over a balcony and dies on Impact.

[iccedays]

LISTEN UP!!! This story ain’t for the weak! The emotional smut baggage in this story is beautifully insane. Okoye and Attuma at their most vulnerable.

Been trying to finish it during working hours but got to wait till I’m clocked out with a glass of wine! @chottopoco

Wkabi is a bitch😒😒

every breath you take

Attuma was just doing Namora a favour, coming to pick her up after her date gone awry. He never expected the beautiful woman sitting with his cousin. When he took one look at Okoye, Attuma knew one single fact with absolute certainty.

He and Okoye were meant to be together despite her being married. And he would make sure of it.

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