#dad!erik killmonger

[tyrantonutx]

Something something Tony adopts a kid while Erik is away and Peter meets his step-dad on Skype

“What?” Peter asked, shoulders raising defensively as he shuffled into his spot on the bed next to Tony. 

“Say hi, Roo.” Tony said, nodding to the tablet in front of him. Peter jumped, looking from Tony to the tablet – to the man on the tablet, who looked just as amused as Tony did at Peter.

“Oh– oh, crap, oh I’m so sorry Mr. Stark sir I didn’t know you were on call!” Peter started to push himself off the bed and off the camera. “I can come back, or– or I can go to the lab and do stuff until you’re done? I can totally get started on the upgrades to the s-u-i-t–” 

“He can spell, kid.” 

“Or like–” Peter ran his hands through his hair, spinning until he spotted his backpack. “Homework! I can totally just. Sit quietly and do homework, I won’t even interrupt anymore I promise–” 

“Roo–” Tony tried to interject, grinning. 

“I mean it, Mr. Stark, really, you just do what you gotta–” 

“Peter–”

“It’s totally okay–!”

The voice that finally cut through Peter’s rambling wasn’t Tony’s. Tony had given up, judging by the way he rolled his eyes and smiled. No, it had come from the tablet. First, there was a sharp whistle that made Peter jerk to a stand-still. 

“That my kid, then?” The Tablet Man asked. Tony scoffed, loudly. 

“Uh. No. That’s my kid. You get your own.” There was a laugh from the tablet. 

“What’s yours is mine, baby.” 

“Nope, not this time.” Tony argued, grinning as he looked at Peter. Peter, who was a genius, even if he got in his own head about it. Peter, who was quickly connecting dots. Peter, who suddenly realized–

“Oh my gosh! That’s! Is that–? Mr. Stark, is that Mr. Stark?” Peter stared at Tony, and then the tablet, and then back again, mouth working. “I’m so sorry!” 

“Relax, Underoos.” Tony grinned tiredly, reaching over to haul Peter back onto the bed with him. “Come on, come up. Come say hi. He won’t bite, there’s some five thousand miles between us, you’re fine.” 

Peter let himself be dragged back onto the bed, shy and sheepish, until he was back on camera, tucked up next to Tony so Tablet Man – Mr. Stark!!! – could see him. 

“Um. Hi.” Peter said, lamely. 

The smile returned to him from Tablet Man Mr. Stark other Mr. Stark was wide, and dazzling, and so sharp Peter felt a fissure of dread drip down his spine. That was the smile of someone who would kill for his people. He knew that. Tony told him that, like it was one of Mr. Other Stark's best and worst qualities rolled up into one.

Tony didn't tell him that Mr. Other Stark considered Peter one of his people now, too.

"S'up."

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know which Erik x reader story has where they meet at a pro basketball game and he has a little sister that he’s taking care of. They were fans of opposite teams and later in the story there’s an ex girlfriend that tries to butt in and hits Erik’s sister and tried to kill reader. Trying to give as much detail as I can remember. Forgot the author and the name of the story and now I can’t find it 😩

That's all the detail I need! I'm pretty sure that's Foul Play series by the good sis @dessianna1 (which I need to catch up on myself)!

[chaneajoyyy]

I died??😭😭. We really had a moment😭😭🤧. There was something that needed to be shared and discussed 😔. A baby???😫😖. I’m glad he changed his mindset and how he wanted to rule. And now Leona will be the heir and raised by her father🤧🤧. Oh y’all some trifling heifers for making me cry😭😭. This was AMAZING!!👌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🙌🏾👏🏾🩵.

lion & lioness

title: lion & lioness

pairing: erik killmonger x fem!reader

summary: erik takes the heart-shaped herb and sees his lost lover.

word count: 1k

warnings: reader death

a/n: i’m now taking requests for killmonger so feel free to send in your requests <3

As the new king of Wakanda, it is ritual for Erik to drink the essence of the heart-shaped herb and to speak with his ancestors. But as the searing power of the herb ran through his veins, he felt himself arriving at a place other than his childhood home. 

When he opened his eyes, Erik found himself at the edge of a lake, in a forest that he recognizes. The creatures of the night sang their songs-- crickets and insects chirped, the nocturnal birds trilled, and the wind lapped at the lake water. The night was full of life under the illuminating light of the full moon. 

Erik craned his head back to take in the sight of the moon. A soft breeze blew past Erik, and a scent caressed his nose-- a familiar scent. 

A moment later, Y/N materialized a few feet in front of him, wearing a sheer gown made of white silk. 

“My King.” Y/N beckoned, with a proud smile on her face. Erik’s eyes filled with a mix of love and heartbreak. He broke the distance and pounced on her, wrapping his arms around her in a bone-crushing embrace. 

His tears were seeping through her translucent gown, and Y/N ached at the sight of his pain. 

Y/N pulled back just enough to see his face. When she cupped his cheeks with her hands, he noticed that they were not cold, but they held the same warmth that they always did when she was still with him. This fact only made him cry more. 

“You’ve come so far, N’Jadaka. You’ve done it.” 

It was true, their whole lives were spent fighting for this one moment-- the moment where Erik was crowned king of Wakanda; where he was revered as the true Black Panther. 

But before he was the Black Panther, they were Lion & Lioness. Hearts and souls bound as one.  

“I need you by my side.” Desperation laced Erik’s voice, his eyes pleading with her.

“As long as the moon is out, I am with you.” She momentarily took her eyes off him to gaze up at the moon, and the moon reflected in her wide eyes. 

Erik’s expression shifted from one of despair to one of bitterness.

This was injustice-- his whole life was an act of injustice-- and Erik swore to avenge each and every action done to him, starting with burning the sacred garden of the heart-shaped herb.

Y/N knew that face, she knew exactly what it meant when Erik’s eyebrows furrowed and his usual scowl deepened.

“If you burn those flowers, you cut off our connection.” 

Immediately, Erik felt a moment of pain that he would feel if he did burn those flowers-- it was scorching pain, like someone took a rod of fire and ran it through his chest before dragging it down his torso and cutting him in half. But that was only the start of the pain, what came next was indescribably worse.

After the initial wave of hell, he was left hollow. He was an empty shell of a man.

He did not remember happiness. He could not recall love. 

He couldn’t even remember the original reason for why he became king in the first place. 

In that single, simulated moment, Erik was no longer himself. He was merely a ghost. 

The feeling washed over him as quickly as it came and he was brought back to the present-- his arms around Y/N as she stared into his eyes, experiencing every emotion with him. 

Erik was silent, but he knew better than to burn those flowers. He wouldn’t dare cut off a connection like theirs.

“Secondly, your heir…” Y/N’s words trailed off and she brought a hand to her stomach. Erik’s eyes followed her hand and was stunned. He gently kneeled in front of her, and placed his hand over her stomach. He pressed a kiss on the baby bump.

He then got back up, asking how many months she had left.

“Soon.” Y/N smiled a bit wider when she saw Erik’s impatient expression. 

Before he could get another word in, Y/N gave Erik a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, N’Jadaka. Your story is only beginning.”

---

Erik’s body shot up, his chest heaving as he attempted to regulate his breathing. 

---

Months would pass since that night and there was a significant shift in Erik’s ruling. What was once a war-hungry dog, has now turned into a protector of his nation. 

But recently, something has been eating away at Erik. A gnawing feeling was twisting and churning every moment he was alone. He was restless at night and was suffering from insomnia. 

It was another night in a string of sleepless-nights, but this time he was called to the window. Erik looked up at the indigo sky, a full moon gazed back at him.

Tonight was one year since Y/N’s passing. 

Erik closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the moon. 

“Rest easy, my Queen.”

When he opened his eyes, he witnessed a shooting star race across the sky-- it flew across the moon and seemed to be inching closer and closer towards the castle.

Erik’s body acted before his brain could catch up and he bolted down to the castle entrance.

Outside the entrance sat a baby wrapped in white silk. Erik picked up the swaddled baby and recognized the texture of the cloth immediately-- it was the same cloth Y/N wore when he last saw her. 

Holding up the baby in the moonlight, Erik was able to see the striking resemblance to Y/N.

As he was admiring the baby, a name was whispered in his ear.

Leona. 

And that was what the heir to the Wakandan throne was called. 

Leona Stevens; Lion at heart; born of royal blood. 

The next day, the royal courts would rejoice at this news. The elders were not appalled by the appearance of this heir, they were rather fascinated that they have lived long enough to see this phenomenon happen in front of their very eyes. 

Kings come and go, but nothing could ever dispute Erik’s bloodright of being king since he has been gifted by the gods with an heir. 

Leona’s birth would be celebrated for the next week. She would be revered as the Snow Leopard, for her rare birth and the even rarer occurrence of having an heir blessed by Bast herself.

“Leona!” Wakanda chanted. “Daughter of King N’Jadaka and Queen Y/N; Princess Leona, the Snow Leopard!”

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[bennie-jerry]

My Beef with Killmonger - An MCU Rant

I think people struggle to understand that not ALL villains are misunderstood—they’re choosing to be evil and that's it. 

Take Killmonger for example (I’m doing the MCU specifically because I haven’t read the comics—cry about it). 

Besides committing the atrocity of making those half dreads the Frank’s Red Hot for every media with black characters lately, there's aspects I don’t hear people touch on when it comes to Killmonger as a character. And if there are, I sure haven’t heard it yet---so I really hope there's some info on this man I'm missing here. But if no one's gonna call out this man’s BS, I will.

I definitely comprehend that Erik losing his dad was extremely traumatic for him to experience as a child. But Killmonger was only focused on revenge and power alone. Because of the fact that T’Chaka was dead, Erik couldn’t take it out on him and instead decided to channel his anger towards the entirety of the Wakandan royalty—even towards T’CHALLA (even though T’Challa had NOTHING to do with it). 

Even then, T’Challa was MORE than kind enough to let Erik see a Wakandan sunset BEFORE he died. 

“I’m sorry my father was a POS. Here’s a sunset, bro.” 

I get he's played by the oh-so handsome Michael B. Jordan, but let's remove the rose-colored lenses and consider something here.

On top of being a complete narcissist (who killed his GIRLFRIEND by the way), the guy also was just never EVER fit to hold power in ANY capacity to begin with. When the guy did kill (or believe he killed) T’Challa, what was the first thing he wanted to do? 

Did he try to help other poor children in the neighborhood he grew up in?

Did he make a memorial for his dead father?

Did he start a program for fatherless children (like HE was)?

Did he even TRY to do ANYTHING of value that would’ve been beneficial to others in ANY way shape or form?

Newsflash: The answer to all of that is NO.

The FIRST thing this man does as KING is start a WAR between Wakanda and the United States.

Literally his FIRST act as king is to begin an event that could very well have left so many of his people to DIE and cause mass amounts of generational trauma. Meaning there'd potentially be a bunch of children in Wakanda that ALSO won't have their fathers should they die in the war. Is that NOT a major red flag? 

The guy didn’t even DRESS like a king, he just walked around shirtless with a jacket like he was an NYC pimp. 

Even pre-kingship, he already killed LOADS of people before he got to that point. Sure, you could argue that it was in order for him to reach Wakanda or what he planned to do. But does that not raise MORE red flags about his original intent, then? 

Killmonger has a scar on his body for every person that he’s ever killed. The man’s torso is covered top to bottom in scars, meaning he has a major body count. So you’re telling me that this dude's okay with murdering innocent people just to get to a goal that was gonna lead him to kill more people ANYWAY?

Yes, I understand his trauma. Yes, I understand why he's angry at the world. Yes, I do think he's a great villain because every good story needs a good villain. But one thing I'll NOT do is act like this man's actions are justified when they're not. His conquest to create conflict highlights a SEVERE lack of genuine care for the very people he CLAIMS to wanna help.

He's a grown man who had every chance and choice to become better and he never took it because he chose to take his anger out on everyone else since the one who ACTUALLY committed sin against him had already DIED.

And when the “What If” series came out, Killmonger turned on EVERYONE he worked with, took the gauntlets for himself, and tried to reset reality.

Sure, you could say that Killmonger is a representation of black rage and on some level, I'd agree with you in terms of a story telling perspective. But storytelling dynamics don't change the fact this man is a piece of crap.

Don't EVEN try lying to me. The only reason this man has simps on Tumblr is because he's played by someone who's attractive. I bet if he was played by Steve Harvey, you'd all change your tune. 

Trauma never is/will be an excuse to do horrible stuff. Once again, trauma can make a good villain and good villains are necessary. My ONLY issue with Killmonger is that he has a railroad of fans that try to justify his actions.

It's one thing to like a horrible character. And it's another thing to say a horrible character is justified in what they do. The reason why I think it's so dangerous to do that is because it CAN (not that it always does, but CAN) translate into real life instances where people defend ACTUAL human-shaped monsters for things they do as well (ie they're traumatized and/or attractive). That's why we have hybristophilic fangirls slobbering over Wade Wilson (if you know, you know).

But at the end of the day, everyone has choices. Killmonger made his.

Even Killmonger's FATHER was saddened by what his son became while speaking to him on the ancestral plane.

N’Jobu: No tears for me? Killmonger: Everyone dies. It's just life around here. N’Jobu: Well, look at what I have done.

DAWG, WHAT MORE PROOF DO YOU NEED—

[marksbear2]

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Jester reader (smut.)

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photographer reader (smut)

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breeding kink

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Morning sex.

“Hey im on the phone.” (Smut.)

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Ikaris

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power bottom Doctor Stephen strange

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MORE COMING SOON!!

There’s still a few fics and characters that I have to add!

[nareyacute101]

I Can Give You A Ride

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.

I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭

[madameaug]

Updated Masterlist

Hello everyone! I guess you could say I am back. It feels good to write again! Just a little about me is that I am a nursing student. Nursing school is not for the weak, but I have completed another semester. Two done, two more to go! Anywayssss here's to the updated writing, lol.

Last Update: 12/18

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Meet the Mod- Streamer Jungkook is curious about what his female modder looks like

Meet the Streamer- Streamer Jungkook and Mod Jennette meet face-to-face and hang out.

Leak?!- Jungkook and Jennette's sex tape gets leaked. Uh oh...

Mockingbird- Peanut is fussy and wants to be in her dad's arms.

40 weeks- Follow Jungkook and Jennette on their pregnancy journey and the birth of their daughter 'Peanut.'

Teaser- The uncomfortable question arises, and the answer may hurt more than it heals.

3D- Jungkook is filming for his latest single with rapper Jack Harlow. When Jack Harlow takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl

My Mommy Said No- Peanut says no to a lollipop.

Piercings- Story of Peanut getting her ears pierced.

Work Wife- Jungkook's self-appointed "work-wife" oversteps boundaries.

What is it the Braids?- Jennette starts feeling herself with her new summer hairdo.

Request #1- Jungkook has an obsession with his girl's butt.

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Erik "Killmonger" Stevens; fame, drama, protective, secrets, music

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Scott Summers; mutant-rights, angst, love triangle, forbidden romance

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James "Bucky" Barnes; divorce/established relationship, angst, Captain America civil war, mental health

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[tyrantonutx]

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

I! Couldn't decide what project to answer this for, so I'm gonna do it for both. :D

Project 1

When Kresmir Medvedev brought his adventuring party home for the first time to meet his wife Emilie, he was fairly certain that they would hate each other (because he hated his wife, so he got it, okay). What he did not expect was for them to get on like a house on fire, because Emilie was raised to be a Charming Young Noble but also a little bit of a shit, which endeared her to the party. What NEITHER expected was that the party collectively took a look at these two idiots and decided that, yeah, they ship it, and yeah, they're gonna get these two idiots over themselves because as much as they say they hate each other, Emilie had Kresmir's favorite meal ready when they got home and Kresmir spent an agonizing amount of time picking out a necklace on their adventure to gift to Emilie when they got home.

Project 2

Tony Stark met Erik Killmonger at an event that he would not have been at had Colonel James Rhodes not insisted on his presence, both as a liaison between the US military and Stark Industries and as his best friend. He is reminded of this, relentlessly, whenever he complains about Erik to Tony. When Erik Killmonger disappeared for nine months with no warning and came back like everything was right as rain, Rhodey sat down with him and said in no uncertain terms that if he pulled that bullshit again, Rhodey would not stop Tony from hunting him down and pulling the plug on whatever unauthorized shit he was doing, and if Erik thought he couldn't, he was seriously underestimating both Tony's stubbornness and JARVIS (and then, FRIDAY)'s ability to turn the world upside down for their dad.

[chaneajoyyy]

Can you tell me if you know his fix. It starts off with a woman at a boot camp training and it’s her and other trainees killmonger is one. She hates him but on a rainy night they wind up together. She gets pregnant and he tries to kill her. T Galla has him locked up in Wakanda. She and the baby survives he finds out. Please tell me you know this story

Hey my good sis!!! I so know this story and there's a couple stories somwhat like that where Erik gets in trouble. It may take me a little to find it but imma do my best

here's this one to hold you over while I look for it: leave a light on series by @mariamermaid

[chaneajoyyy]

Not him eating my cornbread!! Does he not know I'm pregnant?!?!🙃. The last piece that I was fixing for!!! Something's gonna have to happen! Lemme call up Shuri cause this has to be fixed!!! I mean it is close to my due date but mama gots to eat! But I get what I want so…🤷🏽‍♀️. And he has to know that he can't do that!🤭. This was so cute!!🙌🏾💓👏🏾👍🏾.

Cornbread (1)

Killmonger x pregnant!reader / part one

Warnings: None, just super fluffy, and in this AU, Erik’s father never left Wakanda but he did pass at the same time as in canon, Erik just grew up surrounded by the rest of his family instead

As you looked amongst your closet, the growing mound on your front told you that most of your clothing wouldn’t properly fit you anymore right now. Carrying your fiancé’s big headed baby boy had given you enough reason to buy larger sized clothing ahead of time. Of course, most of the clothes you wore were Erik’s, seeing as he was almost an entire foot taller than you.

You reached your hand inside and pulled out one of Erik’s Nike tech outfits, the much larger size telling you that as long as you didn’t spill anything on it, and your baby didn’t suddenly decide to come two weeks early and have your water break whilst sitting on the couch, Erik wouldn’t be upset once he saw you in it.

Said man had already taken his leave to go to work, a job you knew very little about but didn’t care to know much. You had your dream Cadillac in the garage and subscriptions to Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, HBO Max, and Disney+ and more than enough good food in the kitchen. Whether it needed to be made or even just removed from the packaging, you couldn’t be happier with the selection. Erik always made sure you had your favorites, which at the time were goldfish crackers, plantain chips, ice cold water from your preferred refillable water bottle, and your soon-to-be Auntie-in-law’s homemade cornbread, which Erik would either take you to get personally from her in Wakanda or he would go get himself.

For a royal family that could have any chef they desired and any food they could ask for at their finger tips, Queen Mother making cornbread always seemed to brighten your mood no matter what.

As you looked in the fridge for your cornbread, you looked at the container the cornbread was in had been gone, and taking a quick glance at the sink, you knew exactly why.

‘You ate the last piece of cornbread?!’ You sent to your fiancé’s phone, fingertips typing ten words a second at how furious you were becoming. How dare he! Taking the last piece of cornbread he knew you loved and knew he wouldn’t have time to get for another few days due to work. How dare he taken something quick to eat in his late morning that you had wanted first!

After five minutes passed of you staring at the message sitting on “delivered”, it finally changed to “read 11:27am”.

‘…’

‘…’

‘Babygirl, there was only one piece left.’ He replied, having deleted and retyped his message three times as the dots had told on him.

‘That was my last piece! Now there isn’t anymore and I want some! When can we get more?’

‘Maybe Thursday, (Y/n). I don’t know, I shouldn’t be talking right now, okay? I’ll get you your cornbread.’

You glared at the message and simply put a ‘thumbs up’ on it in reply, letting out a long groan of frustration before putting a hand over your belly, in your act of anger, you had forgotten to actually get something to eat. Getting up with a huff, you trudged to the kitchen with much less gumption that you had before. Pulling the box of Lucky Charms cereal from the cabinet and the oat milk from the fridge, you made yourself a quick bowl of cereal, leaving everything out by you as you knew you would want another few bowls.

An hour or so later, still saddened by the lack of cornbread as you munched on the bland tasting plantain chips you had beside you. The mediocre game show on screen made you cringe, it was obvious the contestants were guessing wrong on purpose to the easiest questions just to make the episode hit its target screen time. It annoyed you to no end, but seeing as you binged all your shows and wouldn’t dare taint your mind’s taste buds by risking a new show or movie, you settled.

Out of boredom, you decided to treat yourself, you were cornbread-less, patience-less, and had what the doctors assumed to be a seven to eight pound baby in your belly. Wakanda was only a short ten hour trip by flight, and practically 30 minutes if you could convince your cousin-in-law, Princess Shuri or King T’Challa to send a jet to your house.

You had always known about Erik, well, N’Jadaka, Erik simply being the name he took undercover when he came to America where he met you. You figured out pretty quickly he was the prince, shaving his beard, contacts and a switch from locs to a fade didn’t do as much disguising as he’d hoped, not from you anyway.

You kept his secret while you both attended MIT, as long as he promised to help you pass your physics and trigonometry courses. Aside from numbers and formulas, those weren’t the only things you were happy to take with you once you graduated.

Now having dated four years and being eight months pregnant, with a beautiful 4 carat engagement ring on your finger, and a very strong bond between your fiancé and his family, it wasn’t exactly uncommon for your pregnant self to call the princess and king if you needed something while Erik was at work.

Dialing Shuri’s kimono beads with your own she’s given you, it was almost immediately she answered, a large smile on her holographic face.

“(Y/n)!! It’s great to hear from you!! How are you and my nephew? Sleeping okay? Resting? Eating well?” She cried, the background of the hologram showing she must’ve been at work in her lab.

“Hello, Shuri, I’m doing very well thank you, M’Jabe too. Erik ate the last piece of Queen Mother’s cornbread this morning and I was hoping I’d be able to come get more? It’s really been the only thing keeping me—“

“Right away! I’ll speak with cousin later but for now you come here!!” Shuri interrupted, an interruption you couldn’t care less for as it meant you’d be getting what you wanted. “The jet will be there in ten minutes, shall you pack a bag and stay the night again?” She asked.

You’d stayed the night last month, having had phantom contractions that had easily convinced you that you were in labor. Seeing as it had been another four weeks since then, it was obvious you were wrong. Knowing you still had two weeks before your due date, you deemed yourself perfectly fine not to stay long, especially with how busy the royal family were already.

“No, Shuri, but thank you, I’ll stay again in a week or two since M’Jabe will be due then.” You assured her. She nodded solemnly but smiled. “That’s fine, but the next sleepover I’ll be meeting my nephew so I’ll be looking forward to that!”

You let out a laugh and nodded. You and Shuri continued to talk until the jet arrived, having put on a jacket to combat the nipping mid October weather and a pair of fuzzy slippers you loved. Okoye met you at the top of the stairs into the jet, giving you a smile as you walked in, lending you a hand up the steps as you used the other hand to hold your belly.

“Enkosi, General.” You smiled as she nodded and helped you to a seat.

“Of course, (Y/n), it’s good to see you’re doing well, I’d hoped you would with prince N’Jadaka.” She replied, earning a laugh from you and your son who kicked your kidney in agreement. God he wasn’t even born yet and he was heavy handed like his father.

The ride to Wakanda was short of course, and for good reason, you could only feel your drool escaping your lips as you nearer the great castle, as if smelling the cornbread being made already.

Erik called you after you landed and we’re being escorted inside.

“Why are you in Wakanda?” He asked almost immediately after you answered.

“I wanted my cornbread.” You replied matter-of-factly.

He let out an audible sigh. “You’re a trip..” he let out a soft chuckle before it turned into a light laugh. He loved your attitude, and his ability to tame it. “Don’t worry, Babygirl, I’ll be there soon. Tell Auntie and the other two I said hey.”

You smiled and walked along the long hallways with Okoye, her simply going about her duty alongside you. You couldn’t tell if she was just a master of not showing her opinions through her face, or if she truly tuned out your conversation. It didn’t really matter to you.

“Okay, baby, I’ll see you when you get here. And I forgive you for eating my cornbread.” You smiled, rubbing your belly gently.

He let out yet another laugh, but this one came from his gut, he truly found you amusing and that’s one of the things he truly loved about you. You loved his laugh as well.

“Thank you for forgiving me baby. I won’t touch your cornbread again.” He said in defeat, you could hear the smile in his voice and it made you blush. God, even after four years he could make you giggle like a school girl.

“Get here soon, me and M’Jabe miss you lots..” you admitted. Curse your pregnancy tongue.

Erik noticed the small difference in your tone, how sad you suddenly became at the thought of him being so far away. He hated doing that to you, no matter what his duties were. Of course, him working was to provide for the human you both created that was only days away from coming along. You and your baby were his priorities and everything else came second, so as much as he’d want to spend hours and hours tending to your pregnant form and giving you all the treatment you deserved, being able to stay with his family was the next best thing.

“How about you stay in Wakanda until my son comes along?” He asked you, knowing you had already discussed how you wanted to stay in the comfort in your own home until it was time. But you also knew that he was worried about that plan, what if you went into labor and he wasn’t home or couldn’t make it home, he’ll be damned before you had to take yourself to a rinky dunk hospital that charged almost 100k just for birthing the child and even just holding it afterwards, before the baby was born of course.

You went silent for a bit to think it over, you knew what he was worried about but also knew what you wanted. Being hormonal and pregnant, missing your fiancé who couldn’t be there for what you knew wouldn’t be another two hours, and in a castle you hadn’t spent more than a week at a time in, tears welled in your eyes.

You quickly wiped them away and did your best to hide the sudden spiral in your voice.

“How about we talk about that when you get here, baby, I don’t wanna make any decisions without looking each other in the face.” You said, mustering a smile.

Erik nodded, he knew that would make you feel better.

“Alright, baby, that sounds good. I’ll talk to you then, okay? I love you.” He finally said.

“I love you back..” you replied, hanging up the phone and letting soft tears fall as you made it to the thrown room.

Face to face was how you liked to handle things anyway. That how you got M’Jabe to be two weeks away to being in the world anyway.

Well… maybe not two weeks.

[mickimomo]

Please have very good mental health break ♥ But I was reading your Sun/Sky story over again so this is for when you come back and have time to post again: So, Oni hated Killmonger for killing her father to the point that she waited and watched him die, right? What would happen if she found out that he is the one Shuri saw on the ancestral plane when she became Black Panther? Technically its not even Shuri's fault he's there, its BAST'S fault lmao Like the same guy who killed her dad is sitting on the ancestral plane chilling like a king lol

🥴 Reality is getting too crazy, so I'm coming back to hide from it for a few hours. 💓

Honestly, I don't think Oni would go feral at the information. Especially since Erik is not hanging out with the other panthers. I think deep down, she knows he's not basking under purple skies and frolicking amongst the endless grassy fields. And that gives her an ounce of peace.

Like you wanted a throne? Now you can sit on one by yourself for all of eternity.

Despite that, she'd probably be like- "So... did you slap him when you realized it was him?"

And Shuri would be like: "I didn't."

Then Oni would proceed with the "See, if it were me..." kind of antics. 💀

I'd imagine that in the afterlife, Bast would have to go great lengths to keep Oni and Killmonger apart. Because you know Oni would definitely hike down to wherever he was to smack him upside his head. 🤣 Although, I think she'd be kinda busy hanging out with her dad and catching up with everyone.

Erik would definitely be safer than W'Kabi though. That man would not know peace. 🤭

[themculibrary]

Shang-Chi Masterlist

360-degree feedback (ao3) - bysine G, 12k

Summary: Wong sighs. “You know, where I come from, dead relatives usually show up to give you lottery numbers,” he says. “Ever thought about paying it forward?”

“He has my rings and she has my empire,” Wenwu replies. “I don’t see what else they might need.”

“Perhaps,” says Wong. “But if anything else comes to mind, feel free to share.”

“Well," says Wenwu, "I couldn’t help but overhear that your recruitment numbers are dismal.”

---

A ghost story.

alive together with you (ao3) - sanctuary_for_all katy/shang-chi G, 11k

Summary: Because her and Shaun? They were a forever kind of deal. (Scenes from Katy and Shaun's friendship, before, during and after the movie.)

All I Want For Christmas is You (ao3) - NyxEtoile, OlivesAwl katy/shang-chi M, 12k

Summary: “I’m trapped in a Hallmark movie and I need help.”

He was pretty sure that sentence didn't make sense. "Has a rugged lumberjack tried to seduce you?”

Katy snorted. “I can not articulate how much unkempt and surly is not my type. Of course, I didn’t think it was Melissa’s, but she ran into some old fling of hers. He is a Christmas Tree farmer. I can���t make this shit up. I need you to convince Jay to take a couple of days off and come up here before this gets worse.”

Shaun paused a moment. "I don't know I could convince Jay to take a couple days off is Melissa was in the hospital.”

beautiful you are my world, my true (ao3) - sanctuary_for_all xu shang-chi/katy chen, katy chen/shang-chi T, 12k

Summary: A part of him had always felt like a thief with Katy, taking what he didn't deserve, but she knew everything now and she was still here. (Set during the tail end of the movie and continues afterward.)

But I need your lips on mine (ao3) - Lizzen katy/shang-chi E, 2k

Summary: The adventure Katy agreed to didn’t include being ravished like this but she’s not-- she’s not unhappy about this arrangement.

if you liked it then you should've put ten rings on it (ao3) - laiqualaurelote T, 6k

Summary: “When did you even get to meet my dad?” Shangqi demands. “You're in supervillain prison, surely they don’t let you guys mingle.”

“Mahjong night,” says Erik, deadpan.

Other people look for retirement homes for their parents. Shangqi has to check out prisons. While sorting out his father's incarceration in Wakanda, he unexpectedly reconnects with his old college roommate, the villain formerly known as Killmonger.

isn’t it strange (i am still me, you are still you) (ao3) - smoakoverwatch katy/shang-chi T, 1k

Summary: Katy knows Shaun inside and out.

She just doesn't know if everything will change now.

lose it over you (ao3) - sepiacigarettes katy/shang-chi T, 1k

Summary; They're close, always have been, but last week tipped the scales, sent them tumbling down. He couldn't have made it through the last ten years without her, can't imagine a time where she wasn't by his side.

"Hey," he says softly, "come back to mine?"

Love Unexpected, Love Regardless (ao3) - grecianviolet katy/shang-chi T, 7k

Summary: After it's all over, Katy realizes she has some very complicated feelings to parse about her decade-long friendship with someone it turns out she's never really known. An end-of-movie emotional fix-it fic. THREESHOT, now with first kisses.

my friend has a crush (ao3) - orphan_account katy/shang-chi T, 1k

Summary: When Katy needs advice on boys, she goes to Shaun.

So it's a bit awkward to talk about her latest crush when he's the object of her affection.

Sing You a Song of Devotion (ao3) - NyxEtoile, OlivesAwl katy/shang-chi M, 53k

Summary: As they walked out, she could feel Shaun stewing and probably pissed off beside her, but he didn’t say anything, so neither did she. Instead she pulled out her phone and googled San Francisco marriage license.

They were in the elevator before he finally spoke. “This is not something I’m willing to let you do.”

“Okay, well, getting deported back to fucking China is not something I’m willing to let you do, so where does that leave us?”

Turning Point (ao3) - Simus_Dinner_Plate_Pecs katy/shang-chi E, 4k

Summary: Katy's twenty-fifth birthday does not go as planned. When she learns that everything she's ever known is a lie, she turns to the one person who she knows she can trust - Shangqi. This three-part story does contain an explicit love scene. Please read responsibly.

urs (ao3) - sunshinesketches katy/shang-chi E, 7k

Summary: “I think we should have sex.”

Her eyes fly open. “What the fuck?”

She looks over at him in the dark, briefly considering that a combination of drinks, tiredness, and sexual frustration from being around Shaun 24/7 have finally driven her insane, but he’s facing her, fully awake, and he doesn’t look like he’s joking.

“Platonically, I mean,” he immediately says. ___ Katy and Shaun try friends with benefits.

What's Behind and What's Before (ao3) - NyxEtoile, OlivesAwl katy/shang-chi M, 58k

Summary: “When are you going to get married?”

Had Waipo not asked him that daily for the last 5+ years he might have panicked. Instead, he responded the same way he always did. "We're just friends.”

Normally, she made noises and nodded. It was part of their routine, going on so long it was almost an in-joke. But this time she turned and stared at him. She looked exasperated, and like she knew he was lying. Somehow. She pulled the ladle out of the pot and pointed it at him. “If you get her pregnant and don’t marry her, I will haunt you from the afterlife.”

Of all the threats he'd had in the last week, that might be the most sincere. "I promise not to do that.”

Life on the other side of the Rubicon.

what's in a name? (ao3) - sunshinesketches shang-chi/katy T, 7k

Summary: “Ooh, I hope it’s a rich international student,” she says, excitement in her tone. “Someone who just arrived in San Fran and drives a million-dollar sports car and has tons of Daddy’s money to spend.”

He rolls his eyes. “Do you really want a guy who can barely speak English to be your soulmate?”

“I could learn Chinese,” she says defensively, “for my soulmate.” --- Katy and Shaun find each other over the years.

Zhi Shi Pengyou (ao3) - hrtiu shang-chi/katy T, 1k

Summary: When Waipo asked Shaun when he and Katy were getting married, Shaun said they "zhi shi pengyou" (are just friends). What happens when Katy starts to realize she wishes that weren't true?

[yasminsqueendom]

9. ....There's a Fire

WC: 4201

TW/CW: Violence and depression

The desert was unforgiving. The air was crisp and painfully dry, causing Erik’s lips to crack no matter how much water he drank. The last update from Wakanda tracked T’Challa to a desert in northern Chile, one of the driest deserts on Earth. Erik, a few of his Bloodhounds, and two Dora Milaje were following coordinance to an abandoned village, not too far from one of the large telescopes astronomers used to track stars and planetary movements. 

Erik was feeling a kind of exhaustion that he wasn’t used to. They’d literally been around the world searching for T’Challa over the course of 3 weeks to no avail, but this time felt different. The Black Panther suit was keyed specifically to T’Challa’s biometrics which meant only he could activate certain characteristics of the suit. Each time it had been activated, they’d pounced on the signal, but could never get to the place in time. Killmonger was pissed at whoever was playing with him. And it was very likely that this signal had remained in one place for so long to spring a trap. It was very likely that they were walking right into it, if they hadn’t already.

Killmonger wasn’t worried too much about that, though. Everyone on this mission was a willing volunteer, and willing to lay down their lives for his and T’Challa’s. He would feel pride in that fact if it wasn’t likely about to be sorely tested. Whoever they were up against was an obvious pro, and had the resources to move around quickly and efficiently without being noticed. 

Killmonger thought back to the moments before they disembarked from the jet. 

“We already know that T’Challa’s last mission before he was taken was a lead on the location of Klaw. That makes this personal.” Klaw had killed King T’Chaka right in front of his son and nephew. Erik had spent weeks blaming himself for it. He had been behind the scenes running security. It was his job to make sure that no one could get into the charity event without being vetted by his team. Someone had dropped the ball, but ultimately the responsibility rested on his shoulders. While no one in his family held him personally accountable, the stain of it grew a long suppressed resentment in his chest. Now we both lost our dads on some bullshit.

“Yes, Klaw had been spotted by a War Dog just outside of Cairo. The operative attempted to pursue him quietly after sending video and several still images of the target. They were never heard from again. T’Challa went with two Dora Milaje to seek information under the assumption that Klaw had already escaped the area. Communications stopped suddenly within 24 hours of touch down. A team was sent to investigate. The Dora’s bodies were found mutilated, T’Challa was nowhere to be found.” Okoye’s deep voice resonated throughout the body of the jet. 

This was information they all knew by heart. It had been repeated every time they were preparing to land. Killmonger wasn’t sure why they all needed to have the same conversation everyday, but it seemed to be a ritual between them. Everyone became more focused by the end of the ritual briefing. The mood shift was damn near palpable. He could feel everyone’s intensity as they waited the last few minutes to land. 

As usual, he looked over at Okoye at the end of the meeting. She looked at him with vague irritation. Several times, he’d taken her aside to ask her to go back home. It didn’t make sense for both the Prince and the General to be on the same mission, especially one this dangerous. As usual, she had some choice words for him and what he could do with himself, in both Xhosa and English. And as usual, he let it drop. If she wants to die like this, then fuck it. Let’s get the job done. Okoye wasn’t a field agent, she was better accustomed to controlling things at the helm. But, Erik wasn’t going to keep arguing with her about it. All help was welcome out here.

After they landed, Erik sent up several crows to scope out the area from above. The tiny machines operated very similarly to drones, but they were the size of a mosquito, and enabled a live high-def feed without needing instructions. He'd collaborated with Shuri designing them, but she had worked her magic in making them so damn intelligent and adaptable. They knew the difference between "friend" and "not-friend" and could interpret hand signals in hostile territories where speaking was too dangerous. With it being just after sundown in the desert, they could also see in minimal to no light. The crows would catch things that human eyes would miss, but human instincts were going to be what got them through. 

The air was tense as they all took their positions at opposing edges of the village according to photos taken earlier from above, using the scanners from the jet. Okoye held the eastern position with her Dora and a Bloodhound. Erik held up the west with the other two Bloodhounds. They would move inward in a spiral until they met in the middle. Moving straight in would be sloppy, and both teams needed to see whatever was coming as they searched the abandoned village. Like any good plan, it was adaptable depending on which team encountered difficulties on the way to the center. 

“Alpha, the crows ahead of Omega’s position are showing strange symbols carved into the walls.” Shuri’s voice spoke softly in his ear. She was using the crows to seek ahead of them. “There are no images ahead of your position.” Now, that was interesting. It wasn’t safe for him to speak aloud, so he signed in the air, trusting that she had a crow trained on him as well. 

Can interpret?

“Not yet. I will update..”

Affirmative. He kept his crouch low, moving steadily toward the center of the village. He felt the hair on his neck stand up, and ducked without hesitation. A loud thudding sound right about his head brought his gaze up. Blood dripped on his face from the edge of a very sharp blade. The thud was the sound of the blade hitting the wall he was crouched against. 

“Alpha? Respond.” Shuri sounded worried, but her voice was steady.

Trouble. Beta injured. Kappa unknown. He spun with his gun ready to discharge at a moment’s notice. Sights?

“It looks like a trap was sprung, but there was no electronic signal given. It must have been tripped by hand, or by some movement made by your team.” He considered this as he clicked the light on his rifle twice. After a moment, he received the correct signal back. His third team member had been too far back to be harmed. The twitching decapitated body between them almost made Erik gag. Kappa wasn’t looking too hot, either. 

Erik looked around until he found a rock close by, kicking it across the distance toward Kappa. Hmmmm. Weight difference wasn’t what tripped it. He searched the weather worn stone walls to either side of the narrow walkway. No symbols just as Shuri said. Just a hollow space on one side where the blade had been tucked in. Even that pocket was worn as though the traps had been laid a long time ago. Whoever was using this place to hide T’Challa was just taking advantage of an old hideout. This is some Indiana Jones shit and I don’t like it. Next thing we’ll be chased down a tunnel by a big ass boulder. Killmonger checked all his weapons and signaled for Kappa to advance. Once they were back into position, he led the way carefully toward the center of the village.

“Alpha, I have noticed a correlation between the symbols. Do not move.”

He held up a hand to halt the advance. He hoped Shuri would elaborate more. Right as he was about to signal his impatience, her voice broke through. “The symbols are instructions, or more accurately directions. When Omega’s team passed the first symbol, it triggered a trap on your side of the village. I noticed this because the next symbol triggered a trap elsewhere in the village.”

No symbols our side.

“That was correct until now. You were about to pass one on your right. It may trigger a trap on Omega’s side. They have been informed of the risk.”

Fuck. He thought to himself about whether or not to call everyone back to the ship and allow the crows to seek out more symbols. Clearly, they didn’t know exactly what they were up against.

No power. How?

“I don’t know. Somehow they are communicating with each other. The symbols.”

Crows hit traps?

“The crows aren’t big enough to send them ahead to trigger traps.”

Abort?

There was a moment of thought on the other side of the comm piece.

“Awaiting confirmation from Omega.” Shuri sounded like she wanted to cry. They were potentially very close to finding her older brother, and couldn’t go anywhere near him. Not without a better understanding of the environment. This wasn’t like the movies. Lives were at stake, and carelessness would cause more death.

“Abort confirmed.” 

Initiate extraction sequence. Disable autopilot. The crows would send the instructions to the jet, and it would pull itself into position above him first, and he would guide it to Omega’s position to complete the task. He knew how long it should take the jet to reach them, but it hadn’t come yet. Something was terribly wrong.

Crows to sky. Jet not responding.

“Awaiting visual confirmation of the jet. Stand by.” Only ten seconds ticked by, but it felt like an hour. Erik kept his eyes forward, as he was sure Kappa kept his toward their backs. “Jet in previous position. Manually overriding. I will fly it to you.”

Confirm. Eyes wide.

“Alpha. Jet not responding. Omega suggests physical back out. I will keep working on the jet. You’re gonna have to back out on your own and return to first position. You have the map of the layout on your beads. The crows will show as yellow dots when the coast is clear. Purple when there is something moving that is not you. Any symbols you may pass will show as red. Affirm.”

Affirm. Back out. He signaled to Kappa. He would take up the rear this time. Both of them had the map up on their kimoyo beads, dimly lit so as not to blind them to their surroundings. Yellow all around for the moment. 

They progressed forward slowly, taking time to confirm with their own eyes what was being shown on the map. Wakandan tech was extremely reliable, but nothing ever worked better than 99.9%. The possibility always existed that something wasn’t accounted for, the body they’d left behind was proof of that. 

There wasn’t a question in his mind that whoever had T’Challa knew exactly where they were, and why’d they’d come. It would be in their best interest to get rid of their precious cargo, either by killing him or returning him for a price. It would be stupid to keep this chase up, when they were clearly getting closer to getting him back. Holding T’Challa for much longer would be stupid. He would be succeeded before his hostage situation would be allowed to cripple Wakanda. Having royal blood meant knowing what your price tag was, and T’Challa’s value as a brother, son, and cousin meant nothing when weighed against the needs of a nation. Someone would have to take his place, and soon.

Erik’s instincts flared again. He glanced down at his bracelet. The crows closest to them were still a cautious yellow. He widened the perspective to encompass the entire village. There was a purple circle around the entire structure. He halted the advance, deciding that silence wasn’t the most important thing at the moment. “Open all lines. Angel, Omega, we’re surrounded. Get the jet over us NOW.” 

“Alpha. How can you be-” He could picture Shuri performing the same acts he did, widening the visual on the crows, and realizing the shit storm forming around them. “But, why didn’t they throw up a signal? None of the ones on the perimeter are moving. And any crows I move beyond the edge of the village go offline. There must be some low level interference that is affecting them. They registered movement, and then went offline before completing the warning transmission.”

“Focus, Angel. We need extraction now. How long ago did they register movement on the border?” 

An explosion from the eastern side of the village was his only warning before he heard the click of a grenade being released closer by. He pulled Kappa back with him into a rundown, single-story building. The roof was in pieces, barely offering any cover, but it would have to work. BOOM. The ground vibrated beneath their feet, throwing both of them off balance and causing the closest wall to begin to lean in. Killmonger and Kappa scrambled backwards, narrowly avoiding being crushed.   

Fuck. Killmonger thought to himself. Exhaustion and being too damn eager had them walking straight into a trap. T’Challa might not be here at all, a risk they were willing to accept, but now they were potentially going to be joining him. Dumb. He scanned their surroundings as he decided what to do next. Kappa was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but he would still wait for the order to be free to act independently. 

“Angel, you got control of the jet yet?” There was no answer for a moment. “Omega respond.”

“Alpha, we are boxed in near the town center. There are no routes out.” Okoye’s voice sent a shiver through him. He’d always admired how deep it was. Focus. “Alpha, respond.”

“Omega, I’m coming to you. Angel, get control of the jet, I’ma get Omega.”

“Understood, Alpha. Jet systems are coming back online now. I will get to you ASAP.” Shuri finally answered him.

“You got it Kappa?” The other man nodded. A quick check of gear, and they were ready to set out. With one wall down, they were completely exposed on one side. We’ll just make another exit. Reaching into his pack, Erik gripped a flash grenade and pulled the pin, throwing it through the doorway. He signaled to Kappa to avert his eyes, doing the same himself. Within seconds, there was a blinding flash that turned the inside of his eyelids pink. He heard the all too close sound of people with night vision goggles grunting or yelping in pain.

A cold smile cracked his lips as he pushed his rifle back over his shoulder, and pulled two daggers into his hands. “Forward.” Kappa required no further instruction. They needed to eliminate as much of the threat as they could on the way to Okoye’s team. Hubris had them walk into this shitstorm, but rage was about to keep them alive for as long as possible. 

Killmonger rolled his shoulders as he walked out where the wall had collapsed. Five of their assailants all stood with their masks off, rubbing their faces. He moved like a lion, all muscle and deadly accuracy. As he moved through their would-be attackers, slashing and pounding until the area was silent. He readjusted the map on his bracelet, and moved toward the red and gold dot that was Okoye’s team. 

My nigga coming…. Micky’s voice rang loud in his head. It had been a while since he allowed himself to think about her. My nigga coming. So you might wanna disappear. Erik pushed his way past the corpses toward the city center. 

I’m coming alright.

Weeks had gone by without a word from Erik, and Micky’s feelings were a wreck about it. She kept forgetting to eat, and showers seemed like a difficult thing to manage. Her hair was a mess, and the bed sheets smelled like sweat and sadness. She didn’t care one bit about any of it. Erik was gone again. She had been in contact with Shuri several times, but she was only a child, and it wasn’t fair to add stress to her just because Micky was anxious. Erik was grown and very experienced at these kinds of missions. 

Unfortunately, the negative voice in the back of her mind kept telling her this time he wouldn’t come back to her. Sometimes the voice got louder, and sometimes it was just an annoying whisper. Today, it was screaming. Micky rubbed her temples for the hundredth time. Her forehead had broken out in terrible acne since she kept touching her face with greasy hands. 

It’s not fair. I’ve lived without him before. Why does this time feel different?

Thinking back, it was probably a mistake to move into his place. After his sudden departure, Mick tossed the idea around for about a week, before she decided that a little isolation might do her good. It would be easier for her to focus on herself, and finish getting her writing out there more. And it had worked for a few days. Then, something shifted inside her. She felt chaotic and couldn’t keep her attention on anything for more than a few minutes. She’d slipped into a depression, and even the regular updates from Shuri couldn’t lighten her mood anymore. 

It hadn’t taken her long to move her few belongings into his place. She’d left the futon, but put her TV and refrigerator and some of her books into storage. She brought her clothes, laptop, and jewelry with her to Erik’s condo. Rufus shat on the floor a few times out of indignation before settling in. After informing Shuri that she would be moving, her lease was bought out, and the landlord never bothered about anything again. It seemed like everything should be perfect, but it wasn’t.

Three and a half weeks after Erik walked away from her, she heard the buzzer for the first time. 

What the fuck? Her instincts were sparking off. She sprinted to his bedroom, where her kimoyo beads were sitting on his bedside table. It couldn’t be Erik coming back because he would have just used his key to get in. Gripping the beads in her hand, she almost fainted when they started vibrating. Her phone buzzed in her other hand. Shuri-cakes. The name flashed across the screen like a judgemental auntie. Girl, stop hiding under the bed like a fool. Get up and handle business like a woman.

Micky knew that she was overreacting, but her mind was so scrambled that she couldn’t make herself get up. Answer the phone, babygirl. “Huh?” Was she actually hearing Erik talk to her now? Fear knotted in her stomach at the thought that she was a little more out of control than she realized. It’s okay, ma. I’ma be right here with you. Shuri is gonna keep calling if you don’t answer. “Oh, right. I should answer.” Good girl. Now get up. 

Micky jumped when her phone began to ring again, but this time she answered. “Hey, Shuri.”

“Hi, Micky. Have you listened to any of my voicemails?! I have been trying to reach you forever. Are you home? I’m outside. Let me in.”

Micky sighed to herself. Shuri was still a whirlwind of chaos no matter the circumstances. Micky had been avoiding using her phone out of fear that her family would be harassing her about her sudden disappearance. Guilt crept in around the sides of Micky’s crumbling mental health. Isolation wasn’t helping her.

“Wait! What? You’re outside of Erik’s condo? Like right now?” Shuri had spoken so fast, that detail almost snuck by. 

“You live there, too. It is your home. Answer the door.” Shuri was starting to get impatient. 

“Oh ummmm. It’s kinda a mess in here. Do you want me to come down and we can chat somewhere else.” Micky could hear the exasperated sigh on the phone. 

“You aren’t wrong. It is a mess in here.” Shuri’s voice echoed in Micky’s ear. “Micky where are you? Erik would not be pleased with all the food containers sitting in here. Looks like you haven’t washed dishes in forever. We’re going to need a cleaning crew in here. Micky come on out, now.” 

“Shuri?” Micky called out. Hearing Shuri in her ear and in the condo was confusing her senses. She knew it was easy enough for Shuri to visit since her family owned the building, and she was a genius hacker. Still, though, Africa was far away and it seemed unlikely that anyone from Wakanda would be coming all this way while their king was missing. Let alone coming to the US to visit. That meant there was bad news. And Shuri came all this way to deliver it herself.

“Micky?” Shuri’s voice echoed from the hallway just outside Erik’s bedroom. The door was open so it sounded loud and sharp. Slowly, Shuri’s head peaked around the doorway drawing a gasp from Micky, who was still crouching by the bed like a frightened animal. “Bast save us! You look wretched.” She examined a shocked Micky from just outside the doorway. “Are you going to attack me or something? You look nearly feral. Have you been in the sun lately? It would probably do you good. We are leaving this place. What do you need to keep with you?”

Micky stared in shock at the businesslike young woman standing. Despite being obviously young, Shuri exuded royalty from every pore. Her natural hair was braided in a halo around her head, with sparkling jewels dotting the outside. Shuri was dressed casually in dark blue jeans and a T-shirt several sizes too big, tucked in on one side, sandals on her feet. Her toes were painted a loud pink to match the large backpack slung over one shoulder. There were white dots drawn under her dark brown eyes in a pretty pattern. 

“You are not okay.” Shuri spoke softly to Micky as though she were a wild animal prepared to pounce any second. She held out both of her hands as she walked toward Micky. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and packed okay. It’s about Erik. We found him. He’s not in good shape. He needs you with him, Micky. I’ll take you to him.”

“Erik?” Something is wrong with Erik? He’s hurt. He needs me. I knew it. I knew something wasn’t right. “Okay. Uh. I just need my computer. That’s it. And uh.” Micky felt so out of sorts while Erik was gone, but the last week had caused a level of paranoia and depression in her that was uncharacteristic. It hadn’t helped that she hadn’t heard from Shuri or talked to any of her family these last few weeks. She’d been too disconnected from the rest of the world. And knowing that Erik was in danger the whole time had cracked something inside her. I knew it.

Micky stood up too fast causing her head to spin, almost falling into a concerned Shuri. Falling back onto the bed, Mcky closed her eyes and listened as Shuri rummaged through her things to get her ready for travel. Clothes landed across her face, startling her into an upright position. “Shuri what the hell!” 

“You need to move. My cousin is not well and you are wallowing in your own filth. While I have to come all this way rather than being with my family. Shower and change. I will wait exactly 30 minutes. If you are not ready, I will leave without you.” The coldness in Shuri’s voice made Micky’s throat close up. She sounded so much like Erik in that moment, just wordier. He would not have said it twice.

“Okay.” Micky walked into the bathroom with her bundle of clothes and showered without further discussion. Shuri was right. She needed to move. Movement made her feel better, and having  a reason to move kept her motivated. Erik was in trouble, and she needed to be there to help him in some way. Twenty-five minutes later, she was ashy, but clean, and ready with a few items in her backpack. Shuri was speaking quietly into her kimoyo beads in Xhosa. It sounded urgent, so Micky waited patiently for her to finish shifting her weight back and forth. When Shuri was finished talking, Micky cleared her throat gently. The younger woman spun around and crouched with a blade in one hand, and something that looked like a grenade in the other. Micky stood very still until Shuri returned to an upright position.

“Sorry. You snuck up on me.” Shuri turned toward the door. “We’re going up to the roof.”

“Alright.” She followed. Micky knew that Shuri was young, and it made coldness in her eyes even more disturbing. She’d grown accustomed to Erik’s mood swings, but the shift was hard to keep up with in Shuri. It wasn’t natural. Things really are bad for their family right now. 

Once they boarded the futuristic looking jet hovering just above the roof of the condo, Micky felt settled enough to begin to ask questions.

[kittehkwrites]

Cranky

Summary: Erik does not understand the importance of nap-time. 

Warnings: Fluff, dad!Erik, Soft!erik

Before your son was born you thought you’d be the mother of a momma’s boy or somethin... Boy were you wrong.

From in the womb, your baby boy would only calm down at the sound of his father’s timber voice.

“Aye lil man, yo momma’s tired right now and you doin all that kickin is keeping her up.” He’d say all serious but you couldn't help but smile at how he was acting and he followed on with “i’m gonna need you to bring it down a few notches” At that, your son would kick back at his father’s hand and the look on Erik’s face was too funny.

it had your stomach shaking and the little boy inside you pushing his hands and feet inside of you so that you could both feel and see his clear displeasure at being told to relax.

“Don’t get fresh lil boy.” You had to let a little ‘oop’ out when his voice got deeper and your thighs clenched up since it’s been a while. Ain’t his fault, the doctor just said to lay off it since the last time you guys went “a bit rough” and they didn’t want to chance an early birth.

The baby relaxed the same way you did when he used his authoritative tone.

“That’s right lil man.” He said after feeling the baby calm down at his command. He was smiling at you when he caught your eyes and you smiled back when he started to caress the bump caring your “future prince” as he’d always call him, since Erik stated he was the King and you’re his Queen so ‘lil man’ is the prince.

“Erik. You better make it up to him before he takes it out on me.”

“You lucky.” He said with a look like ‘what you think this is?’ But he saw your stern face and he remembered the nights of discomfort increasing since the baby was getting closer and he didn’t like you being in pain or uncomfortable during what was supposed to be a beautiful moment so he did what he could in hopes it’d pacify the baby for the night.

“Aye baby boy”- you always thought it was cute when he said that-” you know daddy loves you, right?” He pulled back from the close proximity to your stomach, waiting for the little hand or footprint to press against his large hand.

“Right?” He would look to you and you’d rub your underbelly to get the baby to respond to his now pouting father. You're convinced your baby inherited his attitude from, which would mean he’d be bratty from time to time because they can’t handle restrictions to their freedom.

“Come on baby boy. Daddy’s out here pouting”- He shoved you a bit and you just let out a bit of a scoff before continuing- “and momma can’t sleep with y’all fighting at each other” A little more rubbing and your little boy was pushing out his foot to meet the spot in which both you and your husbands hands were sat on your underbelly.

“I love you lil man. Can’t wait to meet you when you get here.” And with that, he’d put a little kiss on your belly before coming up to you, hands still on your stomach and fingers still brushing against the stretch marks that laid on the sides of your belly, and give you a soft kiss that gave you the same sparks as the first time you both kissed.

“I love you too baby.” He said before pecking your lips “don't forget it.” He said before turning off the bedside lamp and then laying behind you before letting sleep take over the both of you.

That was approximately 8 months ago.

The baby is now 6 months and your husband was a damn hog.

“Erik! Give me my baby!”

You and your husband have been playing an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with you son, Erik initiating the game after you wanted to put the baby down for a nap before heading to your parents house for family day.

“He’s mines too” He’d call out quickly before turning back to your son in his hands, continuing to make faces at the little boy and getting squeals of joy from the little body.

“Not for long you shit!” You huffed out as you started to make your way up the stairs, following the baby laughs. You were just tired and your husband wanted to annoy you, as you were convinced no man would keep the baby up for this long and not want to pass off their child to the mother. 

“He needs to sleep or else he’ll be cranky and I already have to deal with you! I don’t need to be dealing with the both of y’all at once, plus my family members coming up to me afraid to ask you what’s wrong or tell me how to raise my baby!” You continued, finally approaching the two bodies located in your husbands office. 

He gave you a look as he saw your slightly angered and annoyed expression, but he didn’t care. 

He had has lil man and his momma could stay mad, he thought.

“Babe. It’ll be alright. He don’t give no trouble, right lil man? Tell yo momma to go lay down before she pops a vessel.” He said in that ‘baby’ voice that annoyed the crap out of you but you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow up at the nonsense spewing from your husbands mouth.

So you nodded your head, went over to the baby and checked his diaper before kissing him on the forehead and making your way out of the room.

He don’t even know.

Just as you said, so it happened.

You guys reached your family gathering and guess what happened within the first 20 minutes of greetings from aunts, uncles, grandparents and such?

If you guessed a cranky baby, then you were very right.

“Baby?” You ignored your husband who now had his signature stoic expression placed on his face, but it slowly formed into a confused scowl at the jerky limbs and loud hollering coming from the sleepy child who, may I remind you, ‘don’t give no trouble.’, according to your big headed husband.

“Baby? Your so-”

“-oh now he's my son? i thought you had that covered? Correct me if i'm wrong but didn't you say he didn't give any trouble?” You were making sure he’d hear the judgement in your voice at his foolish comments made earlier. 

“Yea bu-”

“-but nothin. Handle it before he ‘pops a vessel’” You said before seeing one of your favourite cousins and going to them, leaving your husband in a state of confusion while your son just wanted to sleep.

This went on for another 15 mins before your cousin and a couple other relatives came over and asked what erik did to the baby.

You simple said “He wouldn’t let me put the baby down for a nap.” which resulted in a few head shakes and inhales from the surrounding bodies, knowing that a nap could be the best thing for the baby and the parent.

“Girl go help that man. He probably over there trying to give the baby commands like some drill sergeant.”

“Don’t do my man like that” You couldn’t help but laugh at the way they all saw erik as this military man but to you he would always be your big softie, especially after the birth of your son. He just showed his love differently than others and you didn’t fault him for it. 

You waited another two minutes before gulping down the rest of the juice in your cup before heading to your husband and distressed baby.

“Alright papa. Momma’s hear. I know, i know. Daddy doesn’t have the magic touch huh? Maybe he’ll listen to me won't he? wont he? That’s right. Come on papa, nap time.” You said, taking him out the grasp of your husband after washing your hands in the kitchen sink and drying them off once you reached to the two inside. 

You checked his diaper and it was dry, probably changed before you got here since your husband probably thought he had a soiled diaper. You also saw the half empty bottle of milk in the baby bag near where you were seated on the couch and chalked it up to your husband attempting to silence the cries of the infant.

You had placed him on your legs once you got comfortable on the couch. Fingers running over his eyebrows, his cheeks, his nose and back up to his forehead and ears in the soothing motion. Within 5 minutes he was sleeping and your husband couldn’t be happier. 

“Baby”

“Yes mr know-it-all” You responded smartly, not taking your eyes off the small body in your lap.

“Don’t get smart now.” You had to refrain from clenching your thighs together and looked at your husband with challenging eyes.

You saw him deflate slightly once he remembered he was in the wrong. 

“I’ll listen next time.” You let out a little hum and turned back to your son in your lap. 

You just sat in awe at the life you created with the man next to you. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realise your husband had grabbed your chin softly before turning your face to his, placing the sweetest, most gentle kiss on your lips that left you weak once he pulled back.

“I love you” He said. That glint in his deep eyes made you swoon like it had when you first met him at the black owned coffee shop near the outreach centre.

“I love you too” You said softly before smiling at the grin that broke out on his face after knowing you weren’t so mad with him. 

Hey y’all!

Hope your week started off alright and that you’ve enjoyed your weekend😊

This is the main account that i’ll be posting on in regards to my written work because i couldn’t interact as i wanted to on my side-blog.

But I won’t be deleting anything on that blog, im just moving over to this one.

Let me know what you thought of this soft imagine and who you’d like me to write for or just ask me anything😁

Remember to like, share and/or comment and be safe!

Love y’all and thanks for the support.

-K💜

[chaneajoyyy]

This is soo cute!! If this does become a full fic, I would so read it!!

Imagine

Dadmonger dancing with his daughter at her elementary school Valentine’s Day dance and she’s standing on his shoes 💖💖💖 and then baby girl shares him with her little friend because her dad couldnt come 😍😍😍

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

killmonger died the same way his dad did and he died trying to fulfill his dad's mission