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Summertime Magic XIV

A/N: Heyyy, how you doin’? Okay okay. I know it’s BEEN years BUT I’ve been a hell of busy for so long. I got into streaming, creating content on YouTube, traveling, and enjoying life. I noticed that my SummerTime Magic fan fic has been in rotation lately… so why not bring it back for the last two chapters for the one time? I had been rereading every chapter, flaw and all, and realized my writing has gotten way over the years and I won’t lie, I missed y’all so much. So let's finish this story off strong.

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Warning: Some fluffy Daka, some lovey-dovey stuff... and maybe, some stuff at the end that would y'all heart and soul.

Word Count: 7598

There was a couple leaning in a silver Nissan Altima, wearing all black hiding in the night. “So, what you got planned to fuck them over,” said the man who was still upset N’Jadaka has his ex now. He looked towards the woman and said “just know, you inspired this plan… a lot.” The woman was about to do something to ruin what a good thing the couple had, but she didn’t care and was willing to do anything to let Y/N know she made a huge mistake.

Y/N was in her office at her brand new shop before the day started. Her hair was in goddess cornrows, charms and golden thread braided into each one. She wore the jewelry her man gifted her from their anniversary with a white leotard bodysuit, long, jaded green skirt with a slit on the side and some nude heels that paired perfectly with her golden bracelets. One by one, her crew started to make their way in and began to prepare for the day; the day started at 9 am and ended at 7 pm.

“Okay, everyone. We have quite a few appointments today including hair, nails, and waxes. We have all eight people here so we should be good along with having our entire receptionist team as well. Our goal is to make at least $10K which is possible with all the high school events and weddings happening around this time, yeah?” Her team agreed before she checked the time on her phone; it was about to hit 8:50 and she could spot the repeating customers driving and waiting in the parking lot in front of the shop, coffees and breakfast in hand. Y/N nodded as the team dispersed and began to set the music and TV on.

The day began and she knew it was going to be a long one ahead of her. She tied her apron around her tightly and began with her first customer, dye touch up and retwist. She had her neo soul mix on Spotify play throughout the shop as she worked on her male client, laughing with his mom who wanted her boy to not embarrass the family name nor his girlfriend for prom happening the next day. Y/N decided to throw in a free line up to make sure he was extra fresh; the mom tipped her a hundred and fifty dollars.

Her next client was a loud mouth teen whose prom was the day of but she claimed to be “tender headed”. The young lady wanted everything done to her head to the point it looked like a tornado swept up Kansas so Y/]N convinced her to do a simple yet curly middle part bust down with her red 28 inches of weave; the young lady tipped her twenty bucks but her father slid her and extra two hundred for the time and trouble.

Before she knew it, it was already one pm so she started to head to her parents’ home to visit and eat lunch with her mom since she was working from home that day. Y/N pulled up in front of the house and stepped out fixing her skirt. She began to walk up the steps when she heard her father yell out. “I SMELL SHEA BUTTER AND COCONUT OIL!!!! MY FIRST BORN IS HERE!!!!”; Y/N laughed before walking in and her father made his way to her on a cane, still healing his knees. “Hey, pa. How you healing?”

“Shit, I feel brand new now but ya raggedy ass momma made me get a cane just in case.” “I heard that, muthafucka. Y/N/N, I’m in the kitchen, baby.”

Tommy looked at his eldest child and whispered “ya ass got me in trouble.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen with a grin. Tasha was making lunch for the family which was a huge Caesar Salad inspired pasta with the salad on the side and toasted rolls. “Hey, momma.” “Hey, momma’s baby. How is the shop doin’?” “Good, money looking real nice with the prom season and graduation around the corner. Been booked and oh so busy”, explained Y/N after she kissed her mother’s sweet cheek. Her mom was in the middle of chopping the crispy chicken in bite size pieces and placing them into the pasta. “Okayyyy, I see you, big money. I am so proud of you, baby. Like you started from doing hair in your home to having your own shop. You didn’t let anything or anyone stop you. Not only that but you have that handsome young man, N’Jadaka too. How are y’all speaking of", asked her mother, smiling and knowing what surprise awaited her. Y/N smiled as she said “we are great, actually. He has been busy since the center opened and all but he is just… great.” Tasha turned to see her daughter looking at the ground in deep thought and walked over to her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, momma.” “Y/N/N, baby, something is wrong. I know you better than anyone else in the entire world. Are you sure you and N’Jadaka are okay?” Tasha turned the pasta pot on a low boil and grabbed her daughter’s arm, interlocking with hers, as they walked to the front porch; they sat side by side on the bench. “Alright, tell me the truth. What’s wrong, best friend?” Y/N looked at her mother as she waited, looking into her eyes back; she sighed and began. “I just, I feel like something bad is going to happen. The shop is a success, my relationship is amazing, pa is healing, CJ is heading to college soon. I just-I just feel like something bad is going to happen soon.” “Now, why would you put that in the universe, baby? You have been through so much before N’Jadaka came into your life. Yes, you were happy before but since you met him, I can tell that y’all make each other better. He just brings out even more confidence than before. He makes you happy. When you were with Rodney…”. Tasha paused and took a deep breath as she remembered all the pain her baby girl dealt with before finishing. “Baby, when you were with Rodney, he absolutely drained you. You didn’t eat. You didn't sleep. You were attached to him in the worst way and it took for him to cheat on you and put his hands on you to see that you needed to leave him. But with N’Jadaka, you are your best self and , baby, we love that for you.” Y/N looked away, thinking of her mother’s words, slowly smiling to herself. “He is great, huh?”

“Sure is. And I can tell that y’all have a bright future ahead. Maybe, one day, if God is willing, y’all will have your own family. Maybe, a little girl and a little boy will be running around this yard one day. A nice intimate wedding, a nice big house like you always wanted. And you know, I can see you and that young man, old and gray talking to your grandbabies about how y’all met and fell in love.” Y/N looked over at her mother who smiled at her and she began to mirror it with her nose scrunched up like hers. Y/N giggled with her momma as she wrapped her arm around her and said “thank you, mommy.” “You are very welcome, baby. Now, let’s get back in befo-.” “TASHA, WHERE MY DAMN FOOD AT WOMAN?!”, yelled out Tommy making Y/N chuckled as her mother rolled her eyes once they stood up and entered the home again. ~

N’Jadaka was standing in front of the history classroom of the center wearing his golden frame glasses, navy blue slacks, white collared button down with the sleeves rolled up and black dress shoes. His locs were freshly twisted and braided backwards to stay out of his face. “Alright, kings and queens. Today, we will be discussing the truth about the African American bloodline. Now, if y’all can turn to chapter 4, page 36, you will see that today’s topic will be the truth of black royalty.” He leaned his buttocks against the desk and turned to the page he had bookmarked with a red tab. “Alright, in the 18th and 19th centuries, Europe had several black and mixed race people as royalty. The first one who we will be discussing is Queen Charlotte. Now, with features reputed to be conspicuously African by her contemporaries, it is no wonder that the Black community, both in the U.S. and-.” “Mr. Stevens, my daddy said there ain’t no such thing as black royalty”, said a ten year old child in the class, making the others look at her then at him, anticipating the answer. Erik looked at the young lady and took a deep breath before asking “Miss Zasha, what do I do for a living?”

“You’re our teacher.”

“And what does your ‘daddy’ do for a living, Miss Zasha?”

“He a mechanic.”

Erik slowly blinked at her answer with a tight mouth that made some of the children laugh. His eyes stayed on the young lady until he went back to the book, continuing to read. Thirty minutes had passed and the bell rang for the lunch period to begin; his class was dismissed and he began to prepare for lunch himself until he heard a knock on the door. Erik turned to see Sheila at the door, smiling big at her brother. “What’s good, sis”, he said, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning as he watched her enter; she wore a rainbow bodycon dress, cropped jean jacket with black and white vans. “Oh, everything is swell.” Erik looked at his long time friend with a suspicious brow and said “what are you finna ask me, Sheila?” “Nothing, jackass. Why are you asking me that?” “Lemme guess. Bro opened his big mouth about the surprise trip I have planned.” Sheila clutched her imaginary pearls as she gasped loudly, making Erik chuckle. “A surprise trip?! Why, he never told me anything about that! Oh, Jerald. Why have you forsaken me”, said the dramatic woman as she held her heart and placed her other hand on her forehead, palm facing the sky. “Quit the act, Sheila. Y’all make me sick.” Sheila rolled her eyes playfully before sitting at the desk in front of him. “So, you are finally popping the question, huh? When is the trip?”

“Shit, next week but they I been working I'm chilling before the trip. I got a whole thing planned for Friday night though. Gonna take her to the beach since it’s getting warm as fuck again. I got some folks to set up a whole outdoor dining thing over there and I ordered food from our first anniversary spot. I got her favorite bakery spot to make her cake, that place called Sweets or something like that by the shop. Then I show her a fake text that shows our ‘plane tickets’. I had to convince the Dora Milaje to dress like a whole fuckin’ aircraft crew and B’s boys, too. Then, BOOM the big muthafuckin’ reveal. She will come back as my fiance and maybe even the mother of my children.” N’Jadaka sat so proud of his plans that he didn’t even notice his sister staring at him with glee. “You good, sis”, he asked and she sat with her chin resting on her hands.

“You are so happy. And I love y’all so much.”

“C’mon, Sheila.” She stood from her seat as she said “I’m serious, JD. After the last bitch, you said you would swear off women and rather die a virgin. You gave up the dream of marriage, and babies, and having the family you always wanted. Like your parents and uncle wanted for you. Then, you got sprung on Y/N thick ass.” N’Jadaka looked at her, chuckling away as she took a place next to him. Sheila continued as she looked at him. “JD, I am so happy that you found your sunshine on your cloudy days.” N’Jadaka looked over at his female friend, wrapped his arm softly around her neck and kissed her head. “Thanks, sis. I appreciate y’all. But you know, Y/N might be on to me.”“Eh, women know when something is up. But no worries. Her family and your people ain’t spilling shit.”

They gave one another dap before heading out to get some food finally and talk more about the plans. ~

The day was finally over and Y/N was about to close out shop. Her team left one by one after cleaning their stations and helping tidy up the place before they all left. Y/N locked the doors behind each one before heading to the back, about to finish the lock up process. She placed all the money from the register in the money counter and started recording the amount down to the cent, $11,845.28 was made for the night. She placed the amount in the money bags and into her lock box N’Jadaka gifted her since her old one was worn and torn. Y/N placed it into her purse before grabbing her keys along with her phone before turning off her office light. She began to make her way to the door when he noticed him standing there. He wore all black to hide in the dark but she could see his eyes piercing through the glass. Rodney stood there watching her move even in the dimly lit room. Her first thought was how she would get to her even though he leaned against the hood. Y/N thought of only one thing she could do. She headed back to her office, using the switch to turn the light on after dialing the number and talking to the person on the other side. Y/N locked the door behind her and sat at her desk waiting for her rescue to arrive.

It felt as if she waited hours as her eyes got slightly heavy when all of a sudden, she heard footsteps inching closer to her office door. She stood from her desk slowly, eyes on the door and worry on her face as she waited quietly. Before she knew it, she heard knocking on the door which came off loud with her drowsiness kicking in. Her heart started to beat through her breasts just thinking about that man attacking her again like in the past; her soul was terrified to say the least. “Baby girl, it’s me, Daka. Open the door, baby”; she heard the voice she waited for, calming her rattled nerves. N’Jadaka had come to the rescue… or so she thought. When she sprinted to open the door, Rodney stood there with a devilish grin. He reached for her neck, pressing down hard and that’s when it happened…

Y/N had sprung up swinging her arms but felt something pull her in. She looked up to meet eyes with her man who looked down at her while rubbing her back. “You okay, princess”, his voice calmed her as he placed kisses on her head. “Hey, baby.” “Hey, baby. You good in here? I tried callin’ to let you know I was in the lot but I guess you was knocked out.” Y/N placed her head into his chest and began to heavily sniff his cologne which made him erupt with laughter. “Been a long day huh?” She mumbled against his chest but he lifted her head to look at him. “I didn’t catch any of that, princess. What you say?” “Yes, the longest.” “Awe, well. I have dinner ready at home waiting for us. Then I will give you a nice bubble bath and a deep tissue massage-” “And dick”, Y/N said in a sweet, innocent yet excited tone, looking up at him with big eyes. Erik chuckled and said “yes, dick too. Now, c’mon, baby.” They made their way to the parking lot where they hopped in separate cars, him following behind.

~ The next morning at exactly 6 am, N’Jadaka sat on the island looking at his children's stats from his history class. He had on his gold rimmed glasses, a basic white tee and jeans as he held his coffee with one hand. Y/N was making breakfast for the pair wearing his tee and nothing underneath. N’Jadaka watched her move around the kitchen, smiling in between glances of the children’s work and his future wife. He can only imagine their wedding day, her in a cream toned gown with gold accents created by the best seamstress in all of Wakanda; her beauty would be a wonderful addition to the view around them. He wondered how their kids would look, how they would act. Yes, Y/N may not be able to have children but with the best healthcare in his home country, it would be 200% possible, studies show.

Y/N placed his plate of four egg whites, four slices of French toast, bacon and a bowl of brown sugar oatmeal as she kissed his forehead and refreshed his coffee. “I made our lunch for today. Just the dinner from last night so we can get rid of it easier. And, of course, I put some of the green tea and a jug of your alkaline water with your tumbler.” She grabbed her bowl of oatmeal and small plate of toast, bacon and eggs and indulged before the busy day ahead. She was reading through the emails on her phone when she felt kisses on her free hand; she turned to look at N’Jadaka, fully immersed in showing her love. Y/N won’t lie but she was a bit suspicious of him being overly affectionate with her lately; she of course shrugged it off as she watched him. She leaned into his hand that held her wrist and shared her own kisses, making him smile and look at her, with so much love in their eyes.

“Why are you so lovey dovey this morning, mister”, Y/N asked but she only received kisses between the words he spoke. “Because” kiss. “I” kiss. “Have” kiss. “Someone” kiss. “Who” kiss. “Loves” kiss. “Me” kiss. His eyes met her and she can tell by the look on his face. “Daka, what are hidin’?” N’Jadaka looked into her face and made a deep sigh. “Nothing, baby girl. Why I gotta be hiding something, Y/N/N.” Y/N looked into his face trying to read it until she heard “baby, you can’t pull a me on me. I’m stone compared to your bubble.” He gently placed her hand down and continued to eat as she did the same, in comfortable silence and leaving her in her thoughts.

An hour passed when N’Jadaka was sitting on the couch looking at the plans for the following night wearing his chosen work attire; it would be one of the biggest nights in his life. He went through the list to check if everything was confirmed. Yellow, white and pink roses, check. Dinner ordered from The District,check. The reservation to close the whole beach just for the dinner, expensive but check. And everything ready for the proposal back home, a HUGE check. He leaned back looking at the time on his phone, 7:25 AM. He thanked Bast that the traffic from the house to the center was nonexistent especially with how he drove. He dug in his pocket to retrieve the ring box that contained the engagement ring. N’Jadaka leaned over, elbows on knees and opened the box which lit up around the ring, showing every detail of the beautiful piece of jewelry that would change things forever. “She gonna love this shit.”

“Daka, have you seen my chain”; Daka heard his lady and could also feel how close she was near so he quickly placed the ring back into his pocket and closed his laptop. Y/N walked over to the couch where he sat in her sunny yellow flare bottom pants, white tank top, high top all white converse and hair in a low bun with her goddess braids; looked around and saw the necklace resting on the coffee table. She grabbed it and as she placed it on, she noticed her man’s body language. “Daka, what’s wrong?” “Hm? What you mean, baby?” Y/N looked over at her man even more whose legs were extra folded. and just shook her head to herself saying “nothing, Daka. You think you can still pick me up tonight after work? I don’t want to be caught by myself when that nigga pops up again.” N’Jadaka nodded, saying, “Of course, baby. I got you. Shit, I’ll bring my glock too just in case.” Y/N laughed as she grabbed her bag and he stood, placing a kiss to her lips before they headed out but he forgot one important thing.

It was around three pm at the shop as Y/N sat in her own chair, enjoying her break, hearing the chatter in her salon, making her smile. “All I’m saying is, I want a nigga with a curve. That muthafucka being thick means nothing. It’s that length and curve that matters, okaayyyyy!!!”; the woman all hollered and laughed through the shop. “Y/N doll, what about you? Does size matter?” All the girls laughed as Y/N was placed in the hot seat but little did they know, she could take the heat. “Psh, please. I got a man with all three. I’m good over here”; all the girls cheered, laughed and high five each other.

The bell of the shop door rang but before Y/N welcomed them in, Y/N noticed the man. It was Rodney who stood there, eyes trained on her face and thanked the women who did welcome him in. He wore a black V-neck, tan cargos, and gray New Balance 570s with his hair under a durag. “Hey there. Welcome in, I’m Stacie. Do you have an appointment” asked the receptionist at the front door. Rodney leaned in with a smile and replied. “Yes, ma’am. Under Tyler Calvin.”

“Tyler. Tyler?” Her fingers typing in each letter until his name popped up. “Ah, I see it here. And even better news, you have it with our very own Y/N Y/L/N”, Stacie said before eagerly passing him a water and leading him to Y/N who stood, heart beating through her chest and palms feeling hot and sweaty. The couple reached her section and Stacie said “Miss Y/L/N, your 3:30 is here early”; she skipped back to her spot as the pair stood off. Y/N knew that he knew she hated to have altercations publicly which gave him an excuse to be manipulative and repulsive. “Hello, Miss Y/L/N. I’m Tyler”; she stood in complete silence.

~ “Alright, class. Don’t forget I have to meet your parents tomorrow morning before I go on my break.” The class awed and sounded saddened as N’Jadaka stood in front with arms folded. He loved the kids and they loved him even more and it made him sad just thinking he would be gone for a while but knew once he came back and told them he was engaged, they would be super excited. “I know I know but I’ll be back before you know it. Now, class is dismissed. If you are staying behind with the after hours program, you can meet your assigned teacher in the eating hall. I’ll catch you tomorrow”; the class began to all say their goodbyes as they ran out but that’s when he noticed Miss Zasha was still in her seat. “Miss Zasha, is your pops running late again?”

“No, my auntie Shay Shay is picking me up. She runn-” “She is”, N’Jadaka said, correcting with a brow raised and hands behind his back. Zasha looked up at him and said “she is running late.” N’Jadaka nodded as he began to clean up and prepare to head out himself. He sent a quick text to the ones he missed from Shuri, his boys, Sheila and of course, his future wife; the prince couldn’t wait for tomorrow night. He knew that she would be a beautiful wife. Just the thought of her reaction to the island view of Wakanda made him smile to himself as he heard the sound of heels clicking in the hall. “TT Shay Shay”, Zasha exclaimed with excitement, hopping from her seat. But when N'Jadaka turned with his briefcase-like bag in hand, he could feel his blood boil once he saw the mysterious woman; it was Kesha, wearing a burgundy skirt suit combo with cheetah print heels and her hair cut into a bob. N’Jadaka met eyes with Kesha which made her stand straight, walking over to him. “Well, well, well. Long time no see, Mr. Udaku.” Kesha looked back to her niece and signaled her head to the playground with her friends. “My brother told me that he was scheduled to talk about Zasha and how she be in class.” “I’m meeting parents tomorrow, Kesha.” N’Jadaka was trying to dismiss her but she didn’t budge. “Daka-”. “Mr. Udaku.” N’Jadaka glared at her as he stood at his desk. She held her hands in the air then in front of her, folded. “Mr. Udaku, he scheduled it today since he is busy today and tomorrow. I’m just tryna help him out.” N’Jadaka heavily sighed as they stood looking at one another. ~

Back at the shop, Y/N had a cape around Rodney’s neck tightly before she placed him in front of the hair washing bowl. Rodney tried to look in her eyes but she wasn’t falling for the trap; she looked ahead, paying him no mind and said “lean back into the bowl, please.” He deeply chuckled before he followed the order but not without checking her body out which she noticed and placed a towel over his eyes only; Rodney took the towel off his eyes as she began washing his coarse hair. No conversation between the two which made things even more tense.

“You smell nice, I don’t remember that scent.” Y/N looked down at his face but saw that his eyes were closed while he enjoyed her fingers in his hair. She began to massage deeper into his scalp and noticed something that made her chuckle which made him ask “what’s funny?”

“Your thinning hair. Guess ya new girl can’t do hair, huh?” Rodney sighed while easing more into the chair. “I ain’t got a girl no more.” Y/N looked away still washing before he said “shorty was making my hair fall out. That’s why I’m here, so you can help me out.”“And what makes you think I would help you, Rodney?”“Because I’m in this chair right now and I know you hate makin’ a scene, shorty.” Y/N stood there, knowing it was true which made her stand silent. Rodney sighed and said “nah, but me and Ash kept on fightin’. I’m gettin’ too old for that high school shit, no cap”, no response from Y/N. “Besides, she kept talkin’ about ya man”, this caught her attention. “What did she say?”

“I knew that would get you speakin’, shorty?” She tugged his hair harshly making him wince. “OK, OK. He was tryna compare me to him. She wanted me to do everything he did besides being the whole ass virgin shit. The bitch even tried to lock my shit.”

“And that’s why you baldin’.”

“Shit and her fucking naggin’ the fuck outta me too. Had me on this fucking all protein, no carb diet tryna bulk me up and everythin’. That shit was fa sho depressin’.” Y/N nodded her head as he spoke to her about everything and thought about how her Daka could be with someone that controlling. “Man, I had to dump her because fuck all dat shit. She tried to do that instant loc bullshit on my dome and had me all fucked up. I had to call Ma Dukes to help comb that shit out. Took half my hair with it.”

“Yeah, I know you got a fucked up head inside and out”, she said thinking he would rebuttal something mean and nasty but instead she heard “yeah, yeah I know”; she looked in his face and then away as she continued to work on his scalp. ~

N’Jadaka opened up his laptop to find his notes on Zasha as Kesha watched his fingers move against the keyboard, both seated on opposite sides of his desk. “Alright, Zasha Lewis. Zasha is a bright kid like the others but she can be lazy and always wants the last word. She always talks over others saying the wrong answer over their right answer.” Kesha looked into his face as she read, closed her eyes and opened them again as she said “I’m happy for you.” N’Jadaka looked up from his laptop, with a scrunched confused look, then to Kesha’s face who looked at him with a soft, sincere look. He took off his glasses and looked at her with a raised brow and intimidating face. “Excuse me?” “I am very proud of you and Y/N.” “Kesha, we are here to talk about your-” “Lemme finish. Please,” Kesha pleaded, making N’Jadaka pull out his phone. “What are you”-. Her question was caught off once he put his strong finger in the air to silence her. He placed the phone down and pressed start on the three minute timer. “You can talk again.” She took a deep breath before saying. “I am very happy for you and my best-”. “Ex.”

“Ex best friend. Between the shop, the center and your relationship it makes me feel like black love is still alive. But I’m very happy that Y/N finally has someone like you. After her last, she didn’t want anything to do with men again. Like it was really bad. She cried a lot and I know her folks hate seeing. I just know that y’all are really happy and-.” *RING. RING. RING* The sound of N’Jadaka’s phone went off and his eyes fell on the screen, tapping it to stop the noise and he stood fixing his trousers; he began to pack his things, placed his glasses into its case and said “let Zasha’s father know I will be sending him notes on this meeting. Be easy”; with that, he made his exit as the custodian walked in to clean and lock up for N’Jadaka, leaving Kesha behind in her thoughts and texting on her phone.

Back at the shop, the beauticians and staff all talked while working on their clients when the nail stylist asked “so, Miss Boss Lady, when you think Mr. N’Jadaka gonna pop that question, hm?” Everyone whispered and asked the question again, commenting. “Yeah, Miss Y/N. He seems so amazing. Are we all invited once y’all tie the knot”, asked an excited Stacie from the wash bowl. Y/N was in the process working some oil through Rodney’s hair. “Not y’all being nosey.” “Not nosey. I just love that he loves you. Check it out. He literally sends you flowers every Wednesday at noon on the dot. Because of him, I do that for my lady now too. Expensive as shit but worth it, y’know”, said the male barber. “And don’t forget, he sends us all lunch every Friday”, said the nail stylist beside him. “Oh and plus, he comes by to sit with you every weekend to keep you company in the shop. If that isn’t a future husband then I don’t know what is, girl”, said one of the Transwomen beauticians. Y/N smiled, rolling her eyes as Rodney listened to all the sweet things N’Jadaka had done for his ex-girl and pulling out his phone to type. “Relax, relax. Why does everyone want me to get married all of a sudden”, Y/N asked as she giggled.

“I HAD A DREAM ABOUT FOUR FISH LAST NIGHT!”, yelled out old sweet Miss Jackson from under the hairdryer; the group laughed as Y/N shook her head. Stacie began to help one of the patrons into a seat under another hair dryer before she grabbed the broom and began to sweep around the beauticians and barbers. “Miss Y/N. Do you wanna marry N’Jadaka?” The shop became quiet except for the music and TV being played in the background. Y/N began to have the thought of N’Jadaka. From her mother mentioning Daka proposing to her, to him becoming suspicious and secretive, to now the shop talking about it, she was starting to think that this could be a sign. Daka was once a stranger who helped her when a creepy man approached her to, now, the love of her life; in that moment she realized that she couldn’t see herself without N’Jadaka Udaku-Stevens. “Yeah, I do.” Everyone looked over at her, including Rodney who looked into the mirror in front of them. Stacie grinned once she stopped sweeping and said “you do, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Well, yeah. I feel like I’m at that point in my life where I want my forever partner and besides, I really can’t imagine myself without him. But I won’t lie, it scares me a little. I can’t describe it.” Miss Sawyer sat in the chair beside her getting her hot oil treatment set in as she smiled to herself. “I was in the same boat. You know young lady, back in my day, my daddy had owned a club with some white man I grew up with and I had to marry his god awful son.” Y/N looked over at her with concern in her eyes and said “Miss Sawyer, you did? You never told me that.” “Yeah, sure I did. I wasn’t happy, baby doll. I cried so many days and nights thinking of how I could be married off to a man, let alone a white one who truly did not love me.” The shop nodded, taking in her words before she spoke again. “Then I caught him with another woman on his lap, literally a week after he had proposed to me. What even made it worse is that I was getting sexually harassed at where all this happened”; a mixture of gasps, shock and disgust. “But all of a sudden, the bartender who worked for my poppa and his partner stepped in and when I tell you, the way I knew he would protect me from even a bear had me hot and unbothered”; the group including Y/N laughed. “But I tell you something. I’m not tryna talk ya ear off, baby doll, or none of y’all as a matter of fact. But I just wanna let you know that I went through the same thing you did, honey. I was scared to fall in love with my husband now but he convinced me with his actions that he was meant to be my life partner. The way he got rid of that man. Protecting me. Loving me. And if I could go back in time and do it all over again, I would.” Y/N stood there still working on Rodney’s head on autopilot and deep in her thoughts. She thought about Miss Sawyers’ words but she wasn’t the only one; Rodney sat looking at his ex through the mirror with a softened look. He took a deep breath and began typing against his phone, hoping his partner in crime got the message before it was too late. ~

Across town, Kesha sat in her car, houses down looking through her rearview mirror waiting for the target to arrive at the house. Her phone began vibrating in the cup holder before she picked it up and read the message, scoffing at the words, replying and threw the phone back in her purse. That’s when she saw the man, pulling into the driveway and parking to relax before planning the date night. He hopped out and made his way to the passenger side, grabbing a huge bouquet of white roses and his briefcase; he opened the door, unlocking with his key and stepping in. “Alright, babe closes the shop at like 8 today so I got like a few hours to spare and set up”, N’Jadaka said, as he placed the flowers on the end table by the front door. He kicked his dress shoes off, held them in his hands and made his way to the room to change and grab the spare clothes he always had at Y/N’s place. Once he was done with his shower, took a nap and relaxed, he realized that it was now four pm; he had to start getting ready for Y/N.

Back at the shop, Y/N had finished with Rodney’s hair. “Alright, all done. You need to use this sample everyday until it’s all gone, once in the morning when you wake up and once right before bed”. She took off his cape and was about to head to her office to decompress but felt something grab her wrist softly. Y/N looked at him and could tell he wanted to say something but instead took a deep breath and placed something in her hand before saying “thank you. Take care of ya self, shawty.” With that, he walked out to his car and drove out the lot. When she looked in her hand, she noticed that he had placed five hundred dollars including tip money; she went ahead to her office to place the money away in her safe.

Back at the house, N’Jadaka tipped and thanked the delivery man and began to place the white wine in the fridge. “Aight, Sweets got the delivery, the restaurant got the plan and everything is set. I got my baby’s favorites and everything. Bast, please let this go smoothly.” N’Jadaka began to set things up by using some rose petals he bought from the florist earlier. He scattered them from the front door, around the dinner table and leading to the bedroom around her bed. He even began to pack all her things into new luggage cases he got back home but not before holding up the cream colored dress he planned for her to wear for the dinner night. Silk with a lace pattern and slits on both thighs of the gown. He began to play their song, setting the mood for the perfect night and humming to the lyrics. N’Jadaka knew her heart would absolutely melt when she saw everything set up the way it was. He ran into the kitchen to put ice into a metal bowl to place the white wine and placed it on the table, right in the middle. He had to make sure she loved it so she could say yes to the trip and yes to the ring. As he placed the luggage into her closet for even more of a surprise, he began to hear the door open and shut along with the sound of heels clicking. At first, he thought it was his woman but that’s when he realized Y/N didn’t wear heels so it had to be Leslie. “What’s good, Leslie? Y/N is at the shop-.” His statement was cut short when he noticed that it wasn’t his friend at all. It was Kesha dressed in all cheetah print lingerie and matching heels under her robe. “Heyyy, Daka.” ~

“Hey, y’all”, cheered Leslie peeking half her body into the door; everyone greeted her as she walked in heading to Y/N who was in her seat. “Hey, best friend.” Y/N said her hello, hugged her and they made their way into her office. Leslie sat in front of her best friend’s table trying to get a good look at her left hand but saw no ring; she kissed her teeth so loudly at the sight that it made Y/N turn around. “Girl, you good?” Leslie had to think of something and fast. “Oh girl, nothing, just my damn job. I’m finna quit that muthafucka.”“Please, whore. You say that every fuckin’ time you work” Y/N said with a giggle. Leslie made a mocking face, making fun of her friend before saying “anyways, whore. Did you bring my bag”; that’s when she remembered it was on her kitchen counter. “Damn, I knew I forgot something. We can head to the house right now and grab it.”

“Girl, it can wait”, Leslie laughed but Y/N was already up with her bag. “No, no. Girl, we can head out and grab it now. I gotta tell you who the fuck my last client was”; they hopped in Leslie’s car and made their way back to the house. “So, girl tell me who my last client was”, Y/N asked Leslie as her friend kept her eyes on the road. “You better not say Kesha. Or I swea fuh GAWD.”“Rodney”; this made Leslie swerved resulting in the honks around them before she drove straight again. “RODNEY’S PUNK ASS”, Leslie said, digustingly and annoyed. “Yep, his ass used a fake name.”“He ain’t try nothing, did he? I needed a good ass reason to use my new gun.”“Good God, Leslie. No”; the light changed to green. “So, what happened?” Y/N chuckled to herself and said “you remember that bitch we fucked up at the club?” Leslie snickered out loud and said “what he got her pregnant?” “Nope, they broke up.”

“What the fuck that gotta do with you, girl?” Y/N side eyed her before saying “the nigga is balding.”

“Chile, I been knew that. His daddy bald headed, his momma baldheaded, HELL his old ass grandma bald headed”. Y/N laughed before she said “but our girl was at the shop though.” “Miss Sawyer?!” “Mhm, sure was. She was of course preaching about love and what not.” “She always preaching, best but you gotta think, Mama Sawyer seen and dealt with some shit. Remember I was scared to have baby boy? Miss Sawyer told me I would be just fine and she would pray for us all and look what happened? He running around from diaper changes and shit.” The girls laughed until Y/N said “she mentioned marriage. Have you notice JD acting weird?” Leslie looked over at Y/N then back to the road “what you mean?”

“Like, he might propose.” Leslie deep down wanted to smile and scream YES but she didn’t want to ruin in surprise whatever they may be. “Hm, I ain’t sure. Not gonna lie. I only be around him when you around, boo.”“So, he hasn’t said anythin’ to y’all?”“Nope, nothing boo”; they soon made their way around the corner of her neighborhood and before she began to say “I’m not sure. There are just signs lik-” but stopped when she saw N’Jadaka’s car in the driveway. “I ain’t know babe was here. He texts me when he usually here.” Leslie only smiled when her friend wasn’t paying her any mind. She could only thing “EEEEEKKKKK, I get to see my homegirl getting proposed to.” Y/N stepped out, leaving her purse in the backseat, and placing feet on the sidewalk while Leslie followed behind quickly, eager; that’s when Leslie noticed something down the street. A familiar car, lashes on the headlights, bedazzled license plate and it looked like if the dashboard was covered in some type of polka dot. No. Nah. It was cheetah print… When the ladies approached closer, they could hear music playing from the home. “His playing our song.” Leslie looked at her friend who slowly smiled before using her keys to unlock the door. They spotted the rose petals around but also seen a white wine bottle open on the glass table, one with maroon lipstick smeared on it. Y/N went over to the table to get a closer look but Leslie could hear something from the bedroom.

“Y/N”, Leslie said, looking at the bedroom door and feeling her body heat up. Y/N walked behind her as she could hear the voices over each other. Leslie could hear her friend breathing heavily, showing she was trying to stay calm but Leslie knew her friend way too well; Y/N was about to put her hands on someone and Leslie would help her do so. As soon as she opened the door, N’Jadaka was on the other side, holding a half-naked Kesha by her arm, and said “Now, get the fuck out before”...

N’Jadaka and Y/N met eye to eye as he finished. “Baby is here.”

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPEN?! Guess y'all will have to find out NEXT WEEK!!!!!! CUE THE EVIL LAUGHSSSS

-SWEET BABIES-

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destinio1 · 1 year ago

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Where everybody at?? Nobody posting MBJ, M’Baku, or Killmonger fics? I need something to read ☺️ 😜😂

@hearteyes-for-killmonger @chaneajoyyy @mbakusthrone

#erik killmonger #black panther #michael b jordan #michael b jordan x reader #m'baku #n'jadaka

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galatially · 2 years ago

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𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑘 "𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟" 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠

𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢

#my masterlist #galatially #erik stevens #erik stevens x black!reader #killmonger #killmonger x black!reader #prince n'jadaka #prince n'jadaka x black!reader #masterlist

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eternalslover · 2 years ago

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M'baku and Erik>>>

Black Panther headcanons

Marvel

Warning: i did not re - read this so it may have mistakes in it

Requested: By anonymous Hey boo! I luv ur writing like yassss it is just amazing how u write and pls hand me some t'challa yas but I wanna request black panther head cannons or preferences. Thanks for writing and if u can’t I totally understand

Authors Note: i worked super hard into making this, im srry this took forever and i havent posted much. my fav tho was shuri’s like she was so fun to write. i tried to most of the main characters (im sorry if i missed one that you liked) also this is long so i think i went overboard lol but i love to hear what you guys think and i hope you all like it

T’Challa Udaku

☀ i know i know a whole lot of people say this but it true

☀ THIS BOI SPOILS YOU ROTTEN!!!!

☀ (if you were not wakandan) he loves to show his culture and how important wakanda is to him

☀ shows you and teaches you how to fight if ever you are in trouble

☀ which leads to shuri coming in on the lesson and you and her roast his butt all the way

☀ one time you and t’challa are in the middle of a martial arts lesson and you take him down

☀ shuri recorded the whole thing and she hollering at you for “finally taking my brother down”

☀ t’challa on the floor almost knocked out

☀ “delete that footage!”

☀ you and him love taking baths together and just chillin the tub telling each other about your day

☀ massages are also a must in your guys relationship

☀ when you are not feeling good like on your period or just not in the best of mood t’challa will sing to you but sing in a song in xhosa

☀ sings to you while massaging your scalp

☀ stands up for you also if ever you are in a situation

☀ “she is my queen, she is the queen, apologize to her”

☀ chillin on the couch or bed and watching his fathers favorite “back to the future”

☀ after you ask so many times t’challa allows you to try on the black panther suit

☀ to be honest he thinks you look pretty cool in the outfit

☀ its t’challa’s duty and must do to tell you he loves you at least once a day

☀ but c’mon y’all know the king, he is also gonna lavish you in love by practically telling you and everyone around wakanda how much he loves you

☀ you are his everything and he knows his father would of been proud to know that the new queen of wakanda was you

Erik Killmonger

☀ lets just say THIS MAN HATE THE WORLD BUT HE LOVES HIS GIRL!!!

☀ he protects you from anything and anyone

☀ “ain’t nobody gonna disrespect my baby”

☀ when he see you protecting him tho and standing up for him, lets just say he is all like “she is the one”

☀ feels a little bit self conscious about his markings thinking you don’t like them

☀ loves it when you tell him and encourage him that those scars are all for those he has killed, him at the end feeling more empowered

☀ already even before getting the throne he calls you his “queen”

☀ on very very rare occasions he opens up to you about his past and how he feels about it

☀ if anybody would even so much as to look at the wrong way he would totally go berserk

☀ this boi jelly all the time (like even if a man looked in your direction but not even at you)

☀ (when he becomes king) playing kendrick lamar every where he goes

☀ BLARING THAT THING AND PUTTIN THE VOLUME ALL THE WAY TO A HUNDRED

☀ “this my song, babe, this my song”

☀ that groove and that beat, man you can’t stop him he dancin and shakin to the song

☀ will totally make you dance with him (only in private tho will he dance)

☀ another thing he would do all the time is give you compliments

☀ COMPLIMENTS FOR DAYS Y’ALL

☀ “yes baby, you look super sexy” and “i don’t think I should call you queen no more…it should be goddess instead”

☀ not all about PDA but trust me y’all, in private, he is super affectionate

☀ all in all this man loves you so much like he would do anything for you

M’Baku

☀ cuddles in the morning are a must

☀ EXTREME HEATER

☀ when you are freezing or just a little cold this hunk of a man will wrap his strong arms around you and pretty much become your blanket

☀ wraps you and him up like a burrito

☀ makes a throne seat right smack next to his

☀ like glued to his

☀ he tries not to show it but he can get kinda jelly too sometimes

☀ is stern and orderly to those around him but with you he is just a big teddy bear

☀ you legit make this boi’s day when you laugh at his jokes like you actually find them funny when nobody else thinks that

☀ LOVES MAKING YOU LAUGH

☀ your laugh is music to his ears

☀ like just you laughing makes him laugh

☀ he allows you to make decisions regarding the people that come by

☀ “intliziyo yam (my heart) what do you purpose we should do?”

☀ SNOWBALL FIGHTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

☀ anything that has to do with snow really

☀ loves to cuddle with you and just talk to you by the warm fire

☀ shows you all the dishes that they make for vegetarians

☀ he understand if you don’t like it or if you do

☀ he is so respectful to you, you wonder what you did to deserve this man

☀ he listens and give great advice

☀ gives you nose kisses

W’Kabi

☀ RHINOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (i’m sorry i love rhinos)

☀ no for real though he shows you the rhinos

☀ loves looking at you amazed by them

☀ you and him connecting with nature like thats y’all type of thing

☀ tells you facts about the rhinos

☀ and you actually listen to him and ask questions like this just makes him love you more

☀ like is that even possible though?!?

☀ chills on the grass with you

☀ admiring you and your beauty

☀ “wow, how did I end up with some one as amazing as you” , “you are just gorgeous”

☀ him assuring you that he loves you more than his rhinos

☀ in the end it turns out a funny, jokingly argument

☀ which ends up him chasing after you and you running away in a giggle fit

☀ RHINO RACING!!!!

☀ he taught you how to ride a rhino and now you guys play bets

☀ “I bet I can beat you. If you win then I’m the one who has to massage your stinky feet.”

☀ he would laugh so hard at your reaction to that

☀ in the end though he always lets you win

☀ gives you a gift one night at dinner a seanamarena

☀ adores the way it looks on you

☀ shows you how it works to make a shield

☀ HE WRAPS HIS AROUND YOUR BODY ALLLLLL THE TIMMMMEEEE

☀ “I want to make sure ilizwe lam (my world) is warm”

Okoye

(she is soooo pretty like yassss girl i’m sorry let me proceed)

☀ this girl will fight for her boi like she ain’t playin with no one

☀ its hard man cause you are supposed to be the manly man in the relationship and she out there kickin butt

☀ if ever you are in trouble she will always be there for you

☀ she is a very stoic and serious person when it is needed so she always appreciates when you make her laugh and smile

☀ LOVES HAVING MASSAGES ON HER SCALP

☀ “there is not even a strand of hair on my head, so, that gives you more access to my scalp. Which means more massages, please, proceed”

☀ she gets you so well like…were you made for me?!?

☀ she is such a hard worker making sure you are happy

☀ omg that wigggggg like get that ooffffff!!!!

☀ she plays “whip my hair”

☀ lets just say r.i.p that wig cause you both threw it back and forth like get rid of that thang

☀ she loves chillin with you, thats like your guys relationship thing. After every hard day you both lay in the bed, open a bottle of (whatever alcohol you like), and just have small talk

☀ you both talk about everything!!!!

☀ both of you are an open book and there is no keeping secrets, communication is a key factor in the bond

☀ PILLOW TALK ALL THE TIME

☀ she always loves it when you are the one protecting her though, she feels safe and comforted

☀ she loves kissing your hands

☀ “ezi zandla, zihle. Benza izinto ezintle kuphela.” (these hands, they are beautiful. They only make wonderful things.

Nakia

☀ she is such a sweetheart mixed with being such a cool person like may I say more

☀ she is kinda and generous towards you and those you love

☀ you are also a war dog and every chance she gets she makes sure you are okay

☀ if she can’t get to it then she asks others to check on you

☀ “hey could you please check on my handsome y/n, please”

☀ OMG LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HER DANCIN

☀ she loves dancing especially for you

☀ you give her compliments all the time on her dance moves

☀ she decides to teach you some dancing cause she sees you basically have two left feet

☀ “so y/n, I need you to put your legs like this” , “Akunandaba nokuba ungumntu, ndikhokela eli xesha” (It doesn’t matter if you are a man, I lead this time)

☀ ADORES GIVING YOU PASSIONATE KISSES

☀ you and her take visits every week to the market

☀ lets be honest y’all you both try like EVERY SINGLE dish there

☀ “wow, this is so delicious! My compliments to the chef” , “here y/n, try this! Its so gooood!”

☀ giggles when you tell her how much you loved her move with the high heel

☀ “I could show you how its done, love”

☀ omg when Nakia came out of the car, but the whole car was totaled and she was in the seat holding the steering wheel (lol i love that scene shes so funny)

☀ feels a little self conscious in the dora milaje clothes

☀ her face looks so flawless that one day she makes a mask for you

☀ “you are going to like this trust me. I even put some on T’Challa”

☀ you and her are so cute together even Shuri sometimes has to gag at the overload of cuteness

Shuri

☀ you and Shuri have a respectable dating relationship

☀ VERY VANILLA AND SILLY

☀ tries to comfort you, especially when you tell her that you think T’Challa is gonna kill you one day

☀ protective brother T’Challa

☀ “brother leave y/n alone! He is not doing anything!”

☀ fangirling over the fact that you love her lab

☀ GEEKS FOR WEEKS

☀ pranking like everyday

☀ and making over used, old, vine references

☀ “what are those!”

☀ legit like every day you and Shuri pass on back and forth vine references especially marlon webb watermelon vids

☀ Queen Romonda looks at both you like, what happened to this generation of children. like what language are y’all speaking!

☀ “it is the language of the precious vines mother”

☀ Shuri loves that you respect her brother (even tho he scary to you), her mother, and her place as being the princess

☀ she never though wants you to take it to the extent, she wants to be treated like any teenager, especially with dating

☀ you and her mess around in her lab like all the time

☀ especially in wearing the black panther suits and role playing

☀ “hello y/n, I am the king of Wakanda and I do not know how to buy sandals for my age”

☀ RECORDING EVERYTHING

☀ lets be honest y’all probably start a youtube channel

☀ pranks, challenges, and vlogs

☀ everyone in the world ships you both cause you both are like made for each other

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starcrossedxwriter · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

Here is the master list for all my fics! The date at the bottom is the last time it was updated (I try to keep it as updated as possible)

Thank YOU for reading, liking, reblogging, and commenting! I appreciate and LOVE the reception and feedback and commentary more than you could ever know - it fuels me and keeps the inspiration flowing!

All stories have a face claim. However, with all my OCs, I encourage folks to see themselves in the story! Also I love angst BUT all my stories are happily ever afters so enjoy the emotional rollercoasters knowing everyone'll be ok lol Thank you again for reading! Love y'all!

MBJ Fics:

Built for Love Series - Michael B Jordan x Famous OC Reader Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan

Series Summary: Charlotte Bennett was not looking for love when she moved to LA and landed her first role in Creed. Quite the opposite actually. However, her costar, Michael B Jordan, makes her question everything she once believed possible for herself and her future. As she builds a life and relationship with him, ghosts from her past threaten to destroy it all.

Series Warnings: Violence, Mentions of past experiences with DV, Angst, Mature Sexual Content

** SMUT

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6**) (Interlude**) (7**) (8) (9) (10) (11**) (12)

One-shots:

Completely random one shots that follow Charlotte & MBJ as they navigate the world as Hollywood’s Black power couple. Whether it be stardom, their work, parenthood, or relationship drama, the Jordans are building a love that will last a lifetime.

Protective

Oscar Night Part 1** (Part 2**)

Bleeding Through (1)

Falling Apart (1) (2)

Date Night**

Asks:

Nicknames

GQ Couples Quiz

Wicked Fantasies - MBJ x Black OC

Moodboard: coming soon!

Series Summary: Raven’s life, as of late, was one unexpected turn after another. It seemed as though every time she got a break and could get her head above water, something came tumbling to knock her back down. As she struggles to get her foot in the door of LA’s call girl scene to make extra money, she stumbles upon her big break: Michael B. Jordan, Hollywood’s most famous, talented, and notorious actor, director, and playboy. One night of pleasure for him would solve many of her continuously mounting financial problems. However, an unlucky trip to the hospital and an ill-timed flash of a paparazzi’s camera snag her the proposition of a lifetime, one that would solve all her problems and allow her to live out her most wicked fantasies with the sexist man alive. However, she forgot one cardinal rule: fantasies and pretend never last and reality would always come around eventually.

Warnings: Mature sexual content (18+), HEAVY Dom/Sub storyline (the whole nine), this is for the kinky girlsssssss, angst

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11.1)

Asks:

Late Nights

MBJ Requests:

A Love That Never Fades (MBJ x OC)

Erik Killmonger Fics

Unbreakable - Erik Killmonger x Black OC

Moodboard: Coming soon!

Series Summary: Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.

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Last Updated: May 31, 2024

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talkingparrotkee · 2 years ago

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Re: Namor x Shuri working from a storytelling standpoint

I stumbled on a post trying to give an analysis of how Namor and Shuri "don't work" from a storytelling standpoint. After reading several of the objectionable points made and realizing I've seen them all before, I felt like trying my own hand to exemplify why these kinds of criticisms against "Nashuri" don't actually work. I didn't directly reblog to avoid being convoluted or dogpiling, but I'll be responding to specific points throughout.

Direct quotes are in orange

Linked sources and further information are in green

Warning: This article has many layers, musings, and points. After all, it's essentially a master collection of material. If you just want to jump to a certain point, you can. There are subtitles for every point.

The Oxymoron of Improbable and "Non-Sensical" Story Writing

In the context of specifically Wakanda Forever's story and nothing else, yes: as of now, Namor and Shuri being a romantic couple does not make "sense."

However, there is no such thing as a ship that doesn't make sense from a story-writing perspective.

With your pen, reality can be shaped according to your whim, or elements can be bent to fit the mold of a given reality. Story-writing-wise, anything can happen, and anything can work with the proper execution. A good writer knows how to suspend the reader's disbelief and make the seemingly improbable, seem probable.

Namor and Shuri already have the ingredients for chemistry and compatibility as characters, which are the two essential requirements in relationships. The media they're in gives you the room to potentially address their circumstance, like reviving Ramonda (coming back to life is no foreign concept to Marvel) or building off of the concepts already there (e.g., the Ancestral Plane or "dead not meaning gone"). There are also AUs.

Saying otherwise is simply putting a cap on your creativity and demonstrates a sheer lack of imagination.

Why Do People Ship Namor And Shuri?

To answer this question, Namor and Shuri:

Have undeniably strong chemistry. That was the first thing that had people question what their relationship would be. You don't have to register this as inherently romantic, but they have chemistry nevertheless.

Deeply connected with and paralleled-equaled one another. Shuri opened up to only Namor about her true grief. With Ramonda, Shuri closed herself off. When her mask cracked, she lamented that if she sat and merely thought of T'Challa, she'd burn the world and everyone in it. The ancestral plane, tethered to her subconscious and emotional state, lit up on fire the moment N'Jadaka mentioned T'Challa. Yet... Shuri felt that she could be emotionally vulnerable to Namor, seeking solace and answers within him. She could not only think of but also talk about T'Challa with Namor. This is after Namor was, in exchange, completely vulnerable and honest to her, showing her his scars and his cherished nation. Both characters did things they wouldn't do with anyone else. They felt seen and heard by the other. That is a beautiful testament to the bond they were forging before uh, yeah.

Shuri was healing in Talokan. It is directly said in the script Shuri was better than she was before she left, but the movie let it be a "show, don't tell." We already established she was finally unveiling her grief to Namor, but Talokan was also an escape for her. Her behavior and attitude were a sheer contrast to how she was earlier in the movie. Shuri was shown beaming, marveling at, and practically glowing as Namor showed her his world. Approximately, she genuinely smiled 11 times in under 3 minutes. She forgot her worries. The tension rolled off of her and let herself go "with the breeze". Her admiration and sense of wonder made him smile too. She was taken care of, a shame that her reason of stay wasn't preferable.

Shared several purposefully intimate moments.

Look hot and are hot together. Argue with a wall.

Can be the strongest, most unstoppable MCU power couple to date.

Create a rich, ethnic, and main poc ship and representation between a black African woman and a brown-skinned indigenous man. That's not common at all, and the thought of their cultures being connected, becoming one through their union is hair-twirling inducing. The idea of them creating a new era filled to the brim with their respective cultures and identities together, with them learning from one another, is very interesting.

They have many, many classic romantic-fantastical tropes poured into the batter that is their dynamic. You may have heard the comparisons to Beauty and The Beast (say thank you, Riri!), Aladdin ("I Can Show You The World"), Peter Pan and Wendy (Namor is deemed of a "Peter Pan" archetype. "Peter Pan" lost his Wendy, who is Shuri in this case. See Inframundo.) and Hades-Persephone.

The only reason why they're on opposite ends is due to outer forces and unfavorable circumstances at work. There's something interesting about their nuanced tragedy. There's a fun intrigue to find a way to "fix" what seems broken beyond repair, through understanding, love, character development, and healing.

Have a romantic anthem: Con La Brisa is a tender love song specifically created based on the underwater scene between Namor and Shuri. Foudequesh revealed that the meaning of the song was showing someone the sun for the first time.

Additionally, Namor and Shuri having romantic chemistry is not baseless. It was initially toyed with. Though they decided to characterize their relationship a bit differently and focus on grief-shared trauma, elements were still left in to give their relationship complexity. The way they relate and the things they did gave romantic undertones you can't just pluck out. Micheal P. Shawver, a colleague of Ryan Coogler and an editor of Wakanda Forever, said this much when asked about the possibility of Namor and Shuri having romance in their cards.

Note how Ryan Coogler, a writer and director of both Black Panther, even apparently thinks that Namor and Shuri are not unsuited for one another even then.

You can also view the original script where Namor is described as "charmed" and "smitten" with Shuri. It's only natural people pick up the pieces purposefully left behind.

Clarification Notes

Before we jump into this, there are things you need to know.

Note 1: None of this is bashing or permission to bash Ramonda, Riri, Shuri, or Nakia. They were justified and operating under grief and dramatic irony if you look at it from every perspective. Currently, this is just clearing up Namor and Talokan's perspectives because that is what's being targetted and unceremoniously characterized, but everyone has a case for them.

Note 2: This doesn't mean you need to ship Shuri and Namor. It's explaining why some do and clearing up misconceptions about their dynamic as well as individual characters. Your takeaway should be this and valueable information on Black Panther, not a decree of what you should or shouldn't ship.

Positive and Negative Chemistry

"Positive" and "negative" chemistry is confusing terminology at best and doesn't exist at worse. It's either you have or lack chemistry. There are also two different kinds of chemistry: platonic and romantic.

When describing how characters wouldn't be compatible in a given relationship, you may be looking for the term, "compatibility".

Chemistry: magnetism, attraction, and natural connection. Compatibility: a more "logical" component: your degree of harmony and cohesiveness.

You can have chemistry without compatibility, and compatibility without chemistry. Healthy and long-lasting relationships have both.

Namor's view of Shuri

Namor does not view Shuri as an equal, despite their similarities.

Pause. Namor does view Shuri as an equal. Shuri is arguably the person he respects the most.

The idea That Namor-Talokan does not relate, respect, connect with, or even view Shuri-Wakanda as human directly goes against the meta-pillar theme of Wakanda Forever.

You said it yourself:

"these are fictional characters (who represent real-world dynamics)"

“We talked to so many experts and really made relationships with them, because there was a lot to go through,” says Beachler. “There are a lot of parallels between Africans and Latin Americans as far as the colonization of their communities and cities, the enslavement of their people, the lies that were told about their culture, the misinterpretation of their words, and the ways they were made out to look demonized in order to elevate a European country.”

Besides honoring Chadwick Boseman, motherhood, and the dead not being gone, grief, trauma, the effects of colonialism, and the connectivity between African-Mesoamerican indigenous culture are central points of the film. Namor and Shuri and by extension Talokan and Wakanda are explicitly supposed to relate and be equal to one another for this reason. You are supposed to struggle with choosing a side, and Namor is a complex antagonist or even anti-hero rather than an actual villain (An antagonist just opposes or challenges the protagonist in the context of the story, they're not inherently good or evil. Villians are inherently evil and with malice.) Their fight is supposed to feel wrong, intimate, and emotionally charged, unlike most generic action hero fights. They are natural allies, and therefore unnatural enemies.

Namor bent in ways he wouldn't have with anyone else.

This is why it's an in-fandom joke that he was whipped or smitten. What he says on his throne when waging "war", was "Máansa'ab u nej miis tin wich." Josué Maychi confirms that this means, "They passed the cat's tail in front of my face with the hope of an alliance."

"If you see cats, jaguars or panthers when they go hunting they wag their tails because it is a way of hypnotizing the prey, then that image is what happened to Namor, that someone did like that with the tail."

Namor virtually said he was hypnotized, but the Spanish and English translations didn't quite convey that cat-involved metaphor (although keeping the crux of his lament.).

Namor could have killed Riri the moment she touched Talokan grounds, but he showed temporary "mercy" because of Shuri and Shuri alone. He didn't need Shuri's permission nor did he have to communicate with Shuri. Riri was in his domain, Shuri did not really have much power there, yet he treated her as if she did.

"It goes back to the point of him never seeing Shuri as human or recognizing her feelings as valid."

Two of Namor's quotes in the movie alone prove this wrong:

"I know you wanted me to spare the life of the scientist (recognizing and acknowledging what she wants), but now you see what I have to protect."

"So you can understand why I need to kill the scientist."

He didn't need to seek her approval or give her the ability to negotiate with him, yet he did and on top of that dressed her in the finest silks fit for royalty, consistently trying to convince Shuri like her opinion mattered, and that he wanted her on his side. It wasn't that he didn't "recognize her feelings as valid," he just felt that, based on how many of their lives are at stake, he couldn't risk it (Movie quote: "I cannot risk that, princess...").

He was absolutely gobsmacked when she said, "Take me instead." He wouldn't speak then, uncharacteristically breaking eye contact. When he could finally speak, he couldn't answer her directly, his voice awkwardly raised an interval and suddenly, unnecessarily, speaking with his hands.

Shuri wanted to see Talokan, and Namor, the pessimistic isolationist who never let a surfacer step foot in Talokan, immediately caved into her desire. There was no reason for him to do that and it demonstrates an immense level of trust. He also, quite literally, showed her the keys to his kingdom. He waited until she was beside him, looked to see if she was watching him, and then did his hand sign in the rock to open the "doors" to Talokan.

As writer Joe Cole said in The Movie Report panel interview, Shuri demands him to make the right choice that was yielding, and he does yield to her, which wasn't something he'd ever consider in his hundreds of years of being alive.

Namor gives his beloved mother's bracelet to Shuri

Fen was Namor's beloved mother. Her memory is something he held dear to him. The bracelet he gave not only was the last piece of her left with him, but it directly signified his birthright as king, was a priceless national object, and was made with their sacred plant's fibers.

He gives it to Shuri twice. One immediately to hold when he sees she's attracted to it, two he ties on her (after receiving her non-verbal permission, another sign of respect) for her keeping as a "gift of gratitude."

Namor saw his mother in Shuri

Namor saw his mother in her highest state, induced by Shuri. She was unchanged, young, and in their homes, outstretching a hand to him as Shuri metaphorically did.

Namor paints the mural of their fight

in his personal hut no less, where he preserves their history and culture. He paints them entangled in a battle with neither side besting the other. She is the Jaguar-Black Panther, a revered, highly respected animal in Maya culture with connections to godhood, and he is a mere human, humbling himself in a sense. That speaks volumes, and it's furthered when he tells Namora that Shuri had every single reason to kill him. He also speaks very highly of her, stating she's the strongest person on the surface, of the strongest nation.

None of this makes sense AT ALL if he supposedly did not view Shuri as a respected equal, let alone "human." If he somehow doesn't see her as a "human", then he sees her as higher than.

Talokan's "Violence" to Wakanda's "Pacifism"

"Namor and the Talokanil, immediately resort to violence and war when they feel a threat from the surface world. But since no one knows they exist, this threat is hypothetical for now."

This is not true. Talokan has constantly been evasive with relocating being their immediate resort. In the film, Namor says, "Talokan will not move, again" for a reason. They didn't "feel" a threat, there was a threat. People found the Vibranium within their domain and were drilling to seize it. War was a later development after Shuri took killing Riri off the table, which is what Namor initially wanted to do (in the script, this is furthered, with him saying he'd prefer picking off one person to outright war.).

"A direct contrast to Ramonda and Shuri, who in the face of real eminent threats, resorted to peace and showed their aggressors mercy."

Ignoring the insinuation that Namor was not faced with real eminent threats when he was, there is a reason for that contrast. Remember that while Wakanda was being threatened, they have never been conquered or forced to move. They're confirmed less vulnerable than Talokan, who does not have shields and lives in the ocean. They can afford to reveal themselves. Talokan cannot, and they're collateral damage to Wakanda's choice of revealing themselves and the power of Vibranium to the world.

The beginning village of Talokan has been conquered and mass murdered before the rebirth into the blue people we see now, with their ancestral lands plundered and made into slave houses. Namor almost died and was sick in the womb because the conquistadors brought smallpox. His father who he never met died due to their disease. He witnessed countless treacheries, betrayals, and wars from the surface lands. Namor spent his entire childhood watching his mother grieve due to them. As a result, Talokan has a more pessimistic perspective compared to Wakanda's privileged optimistic one.

So yeah, Talokan isn't going to play patty cake with their active aggressors who are trying to plunder them. Nor should they, because Namor is proven right with America actively seeking to destabilize Wakanda under the guise of retrieving Riri (see the meeting Ross has with government officials), and the ending with Val.

Wakanda wants to delay inevitable war and minimize the loss across the board but will go to war if pushed, which is fair. Talokan is tired and ready to give the smoke, striking fast and hard to merely end what threatens them once and for all after centuries of patience and displacement. That is also fair.

"Namor, despite wanting Wakanda’s help with his mission, ultimately doesn’t view Wakanda with anymore sympathy than he does the rest of the world. He has made it clear that he hates the surface world and everyone in it, which includes the Wakandans."

You're right, he doesn't sympathize with Wakanda. There's nothing to sympathize with. He empathizes with them, a stronger feeling and sense of connection than sympathy. He admires Wakanda and feels a sense of kinship, maybe a bit of jealousy (Joe Cole). To him, Wakanda was a threat if they weren't on his side. Why?

A) Wakanda (unintentionally) compromised them by revealing themselves to the world and the power of Vibranium. Now everyone else, armed with that dangerous knowledge, is looking for it to wield it. Wakanda can more or less protect their Vibranium, claiming ownership of it when it's on their lands, they have the power to, and they're the ones who revealed it. But what can Talokan do? They'd be forcefully revealed in some way and be subjected to attacks just because they dared to also have Vibranium.

B) Wakanda is compromising them again by harboring Riri, who is the one source capable of the machine the FBI is currently chasing down. There is no guarantee Riri would stay with them (Riri is not their citizen, and America can easily use her as a means to undercut Wakanda and force them to either give vibranium or fork Riri over, so she can build the machine, and they'll get vibranium anyway through Talokan) or wouldn't rebuild her machine. The solutions Namor could fathom were either taking Riri out of the equation for sure (a case of killing one person and saving everyone else) or taking out the threat of those who seek to exploit her.

C) Wakanda was already shaking hands with nations that wanted to destabilize and plunder them, and will want to do the same with Talokan.

D) Wakanda is the only nation that can rival them that now also knows of their existence. If they're not allies with that information, that's dangerous and makes Talokan vulnerable.

With all things considered and understandably from Namor's perspective, there's no "in-between" here. You can't be "neutral." You either are with them or facilitate your own and their destruction.

This doesn't mean he hates Wakanda or Shuri. It is nothing he wants, but something he perceives he has to do for his people, as their protector, father, god, and king. In the script, this is only further exemplified, by his, "I don’t want it to come to this. But I will not hesitate."

Namor Killing Ramonda

His line of "You are queen now" showed that he was never willing to conduct business with Ramonda likely because she was the only person on the surface world who bested him when she lured him out of Talokan(...). He was simply looking for an excuse to get her out of the picture."

At that point, Ramonda threatened to reveal Talokan. Ramonda purposefully played decoy with him and sent in a war dog to infiltrate their nation and retrieve not only their national threat but the princess who has all of their secrets without a sense of closure. The result of this act was the death of two of his "children". Did you just gloss over that fact, because Ramonda didn't just "lure" him away? He wasn't throwing a fit because he was bested. People literally died? He was cradling a dying child in his arms?

Namor was "willing" to conduct business with Ramonda, proven by the simple fact that he approached Ramonda and gave her the shell to contact him. Namor went out to answer Ramonda's call in the first place when he could've just ignored it when he had what he wanted and more in Talokan.

Namor saying "You're queen now" doesn't at all connect to him not seeing Shuri as an equal. That doesn't make any sense. If anything that undermines your point, because before Shuri is officially crowned, he immediately sees her as the sovereign leader, much like himself.

He says "you're queen now" because Shuri is likely the queen now. It's simple math: Shuri is the heir apparent. There's no royal before her now that is leading.

"It's also another reason why he killed Ramonda with no hesitation despite knowing what he knew about Shuri"

Again, Namor did what he did with no hesitation or care if Ramonda is collateral damage because in his eyes, Ramonda betrayed him, he was acting as a vehicle of vengeance for two souls, and he was defending Talokan. When she stepped in front of Riri glaring him down, that was his final nail in the coffin (no pun intended, please, no pun intended.). It was never personal to him nor did he look at it as him killing Shuri's mom. He was playing the role of a protector and king in conflict with another royal, but of course, it's inherently personal to Shuri because that royal happens to be her mother.

Ryan Coogler confirmed it was not personal for him in the Disney+ movie commentary, Tenoch Huerta says killing the queen was never in his initial plans, and Namor says this himself in the script, explaining he did what he did because the queen "betrayed" him with not only a guard, but a child dying as a result when Shuri was never in danger ("you were safe in my care").

Recklessness With Grief

No, Shuri did not have a better handle on how she externalizes her grief until the final of the movie.

"She recognizes that even though she is angry at T’Challa’s death, the rest of the world doesn’t deserve to feel the extent of her wrath."

That's not at all what she recognized at any point. "It will not be these clothes, I'll burn. It will be the world. And everyone in it."

"Even when Namor does kill her mother, she rightfully directs her anger at him."

At the expense of her people's safety and risk of eternal war. She tells M'Baku straight up that nothing else matters except what she wants, and she wants Namor dead. She threateningly pointed a finger, giving M'Baku no choice and leaving him with the command to help her in her endeavors, even if it meant sending them all to their watery graves.

Nakia: "If you go to war for vengeance, it will not fill the hole left from your loss. It will only grow larger, and it will consume you!"

Shuri: "It already has."

With every blow she landed and exchanged with Namor, we cut back to Wakanda receiving blows and being backed up into a corner.

Namor and Shuri were on collision courses where they were destroying themselves, each other, and their people by not handling their grief properly, being consumed by their vengeance, and committing destructive actions ignited by their pain.

Shuri just later had the strength to break that cycle by recognizing what he said to her back in Talokan ("broken leaders"), their connectivity, and shared traumas. She saved them both and quietened Namor's own flames in the process.

"Sure, she has some outbursts at Nakia and M’baku, but she never really alienates them."

Do not downplay the fact that Shuri is dangerous and was not healthily dealing with her grief, but instead was on a path of destruction. Ryan explicitly states that Namor shares this with Shuri: they're both trying to process and similarly struggle grappling with their grief.

Why else do you think Ramonda took Shuri outside to touch grass and do a ritual? Shuri was not ok. From the moment her beloved brother died, she was not ok. She was not magnanimous to the world. She was angry at it. She thought that there was no point in the Black Panther mantle or herb when T'Challa isn't there. As M'Baku even pointed out, she buried herself in her technology as a coping mechanism, which she ought to stop.

Shuri does alienate Nakia. Not only does she snap several times and harshly shove Nakia off of her after she took the herb, but it's also shown at the beginning of the movie she's ignoring all of her calls. In the script, she explicitly considers Nakia dead, immensely angry she missed T'Challa's funeral.

She doesn't listen to M'baku, but consistently tries to push him and his wisdom away during Ramonda's funeral. She even pushed away and tried closing herself off with Ramonda in the lab and river scene.

Namor's Desire

"All he wanted to do was push her to the extremes of grief so she would become reckless as she was."

Namor's true desire was safety for his people. He didn't want to move again or have to change who they are to survive. Namor later had a genuine desire for an alliance with Wakanda, a nation he canonically admires. Namor didn't want to "push her to the extremes of grief to become like him" because she already was like him. He just wanted to channel their shared feelings of reaping "destruction" to the common enemy.

“I think that a lot of the emotion that I was trying to put into it [Talokan] was this idea that Namor is not wanting to move his people again,” says Beachler. “So there is also, this sense of grieving, even there, of this idea of being encroached upon by humans, who are somewhat inconsiderate of them.”

"Instead you see a mutant emerging not out of genetics, but out of the crucible of oppression. Whereas mutants in the comics are born, in Wakanda Forever, they are made. And that history isn't the side story, it's the entire story. It explains Namor's rage, his desperation, and the path he takes which eventually leads to a collision with Wakanda."

It was never a case of Namor only loving and can love his people while hating everyone else, seeing them as inhuman. Namor was prioritizing what he loved the most above what he may also like, admire, or empathize with. He was fulfilling the role given to him he was forced to take from the moment he was born.

"I mean, “no love” is literally his name."

Let's slow down a bit and mayhaps rethink a little on using the meaning of his alias "Namor" as a point about him being loveless, no? That was a "name" given to him by a racist, slave-owning Conquistador priest who also called him, "son of satan" all the while he was burying his mother, the only and last immediate family he had. Namor took that alias to empower himself and take away the sting. He clearly does have love when all of his life he has been a selfless agent for his people. He thought a single or two lives were worth war over. Yes, he explicitly said it was to convey he had "no love" for the surface, but there is context to that.

"Wanting to destroy the whole world, funny enough, including other Mayan descendants who were enslaved or colonized"

When Namor burned down the Hacienda, slaves ran free. Only the Consquisdators were killed. The village elder relayed that they know of Namor's existence and were able to live with that knowledge. The only ones who died were the ones who sought him out with ill intent. The script also featured the factoid of Namor saving the elder and her husband from drowning on their wedding night, if that's worth anything. In the movie, he doesn't want to include Wakanda in the mix of the nations they're at war with either.

Clearly, he is discriminatory with who he'd kill. Who said he'd include Mayan descendants that were enslaved and colonized? The last time I checked, the only person who said anything about burning everyone was Shuri.

Namor: "It is no longer about the scientist. For centuries, the surface nations have conquered and enslaved people like us. Over resources. Since the day I buried my mother, I have prepared my people for the time they would come for us. And that machine? Is the sign that the time is now. I need to know if Wakanda is an ally, or an enemy. There is no in-between."

Shuri: "So you plan to wage war on the entire world, and want Wakanda to help you?"

Namor: [leans in and nods slightly]

Shuri: "That's madness!"

Namor: "There isn't a nation that wouldn't plunder Wakanda if given a chance. If we make an alliance, we can protect each other by striking them first. Then, when the threat of these nations have been eliminated, the scientist will be returned to Wakanda."

Namor wanting to remove the teeth from the lion's mouth and hitting first isn't the same thing as destroying everything and anything. Mind you, he is being chaotic, but he clearly has a concentrated target. Don't get it twisted.

Namor's Regret

It is suggested that Namor in particular felt regret and dislike for the situation in interviews, script, and in-film.

A) Namor is seen pensively on his throne, touching and cradling the shell phone as he awaits contact.

B) Namor's, "It could've been different."

C) Interestingly, Ryan and Joe Cole corroborated in The Movie Report panel interview, more regret was in every blow exchanged. Namor in particular did not want to exchange a fatal blow until he was pushed to impale Shuri on the rock in a desperate attempt to his life.

Equaling and Relating

Relating to someone is different from equalling someone. Out of all who were listed, whether it was Peter Parker, Riri Williams, or Namor, Namor is the only one out of those that is explicitly and purposefully depicted as equalling and relating to Shuri.

Namor And Shuri

The reasoning given for how Shuri works paired with Peter Parker or Riri Williams strongly applies to Shuri with Namor, so operating under the same logic, they largely work too.

"What makes both of these pairings work to a degree is the idea of them being equal in some regard(...) They clearly see each other as equal. They more or less agree on a common enemy and how to deal with said enemy, with morals and values that more or less align."

They do agree on a common enemy. That's literally half of the premise for Namor proposing an alliance where they protect one another. The problem just was how they go about handling things. Tragedy, trauma, and dramatic irony unfavorably played factors.

Otherwise, they're practically the same, and are now on the "same page". Their morals and values aren't far off either. Wakanda and Talokan are eerily similar, whether it be in having spying channels, an isolationistic approach, finding jurisdiction wherever they feel it (aka, if it regards and threatens them), only wanting to protect what they love, embracing-involving their culture-traditions, being environmentalists, and using defensive-offensive means if provoked by a perceived threat.

In visuals alone, they took great care to portray Shuri and Namor as Parallel Characters.

The "boy without love" and the "child who scoffs at tradition." They do have a few healthy differences (I'll save that for another article), but they are equal and deeply relate.

As said on The Movie Report panel interview, Shuri became the Panther god (the Black Panther is canonically Bast's avatar), while he is the god of his civilization. They're both royals and leaders of their own nations. Said nations are sister nations, both having the power of vibranium and the highest levels of advancement. They are both broken and with a shared trauma etched deep in their hearts. They both have a righteous, divine fire and an acute sense of avenging. They both were haunted by similar grief and pain that pushed them to seek solace in one another.

Namor is described as lonely and with loneliness by Ryan Coogler, and that's exactly how Shuri felt in the beginning as well (see her Interlude), and unfortunately, later in the movie after Ramonda "dies" (but in the end, it's revealed that Ramonda, like T'Challa, is not gone.). They brought innovative technology and a new era of living to their people. They share the same love languages: acts of service and gifts.

There was an entire montage near the end of the film showcasing this.

Riri Williams

Riri Williams relates to Shuri in a sense of being young black women whose intelligence and talents aren't always respected by their elders. They can also relate to their fathers being murdered (if they take a page out of comics for Riri, see Ironheart #9) or the loved ones that taught them what they know being ripped away from them. Maybe they also know about diffusion too as geeks, but it stops there.

Riri, like Peter, is a teenager (19 years old) new to college (the same college Okoye states is the equivalent of a Wakandan elementary school), trying to grapple with her emerging life and school. Shuri is a princess of the most powerful nation and head of Wakandan Technology. She completed the journey of school and became a college assistant at the age of 13. Wakanda Forever was Riri's debut and entry into the game. Wakanda Forever was Shuri, who is already a non-teenaged adult at this point, journeying through her womanhood and immense grief. Shuri is not new to the game, having been in countless wars and accumulated countless experiences Riri has yet to touch.

Throughout the film, Shuri acted as the voice Riri didn't have that Namor would hear, largely due to T'Challa's influence. At the end of the film, Riri invites Shuri to a basketball game. Shuri says no, prioritizing her duties and having a full plate compared to Riri's less uncomplicated, lighthearted one. This alone highlights their differences in placement and mental space.

Big sisters do not "equal" their younger siblings. They guide and protect, having some level of authority and experience over them.

And That's Perfectly By Design

Riri and Shuri are not equals and have noticeable divergences where one cannot ever relate to or feel what the other does. Shuri won't know how Riri feels the need to prove herself as a black woman in a society where black people, black women, are given the shorter end of the stick. Shuri doesn't know anything about how it is for African Americans and law enforcement. Riri won't know the privileges or how it feels like to carry the burdens Shuri does to the extent she does. Riri does not entirely relate to Shuri's grief either. Riri was a fish out of water who constantly wanted to go home despite the beauty and safety in Wakanda. They belong to two different worlds.

It is great that they have these differences because, in the words of Dominque Thorne, they can learn from each other. Their relationship in the film is contextualized as Shuri perceiving Riri as her reflection and then taking on a mentor role. Riri is, in Letitia's words, a reflection of T'Challa's choice. There are several parallels between Riri-Shuri and T'Challa-Shuri. It gives Shuri more of a personal incentive and investment in the outreach program her brother enacted. T'Challa had the connection, learning experience, and realization of the Lost Tribe and their struggles through N'Jadaka. Shuri now has that with Riri, but positively! Riri also can offer a breath of fresh air every now and again, fulfilling the chemistry she had (bubbly, plucky younger one) with T'Challa (the more composed, older, responsible one).

Whether you want to mold and configure this into a romantic dynamic, is up to you. The point is that yes they relate, yes they do have chemistry, but no, Riri and Shuri aren't equals.

Peter Parker

Hypothetically, Peter relates to Shuri in their intelligence (although I'd argue Shuri is smarter, Shuri's probably smarter than everyone), but that doesn't at all suggest they'd have the same interests. It doesn't work like that.

Peter (2001 baby) is younger than Shuri (1997-1998). He is just starting college. Shuri is around 22, 23 years old due to the snap. She was 19, 20 in Infinity War. Peter was 16. It's not a big age gap, but I wouldn't say they're peers. Age proximity doesn't indicate relatability either, especially if the maturity levels and experiences differ.

However, I will say, I think Peter and Shuri can relate to being orphans that do feel lonely (although Shuri lost and later gained family, Peter is left off completely alone), going through personal dark arcs, and suffering immense pain that changes the trajectory of their lives. They used to be more lighthearted, but now were forced to grow up and their perspectives darkened.

That's about it though. They aren't on the same wavelength or of the same caliber when it comes to their types of threats, challenges, and predicaments. Namor could entirely relate with her being another nation of vibranium of a culture the other nations seek to destabilize, destroy, or conquer, as well as someone with a similar depth and sense of grief. Riri could relate as a black woman living in America (lost tribe) who'd know a thing or two about persecution and was thrown into the mix between the Talokan-Wakanda conflict. Peter?

This isn't factoring in their standings either, with Shuri being an heir apparent and leader of the strongest nation on the surface with Peter being "your friendly (and now depressed) neighborhood Spiderman" that occasionally gets thrown outside his payroll.

Peter and Shuri can probably relate and it's easy to assume they'd have chemistry and may do a little chemistry together. But they do not equal either.

In Conclusion

Yes, ship and let ship. These are all great fictional characters with compelling dynamics. Shipping is largely for fun and often depends on the person's taste.

Looking at this from a perspective of a writer and storyteller, there's no such thing as it "not" working or "making sense" unless you have, excuse my language, shit and uninspiring writing.

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New Beginnings

Shuri x black fem reader

Summary: You and Shuri are finally able to have a baby.

Translations: Uthando lwam(My Love) Nokuba ngubani na othi wenzelwe ubukhulu, Shuri yam. Uzalelwe ukuba yinkokeli, kwaye ukhanye ngendlela yakho. (No matter what anyone says you were made for greatness, My Shuri. You were born to be a leader, and shine in your own way.) Ukumkanikazi Wam ( My Queen) Uthando ( Love) Ndinganga ukumkanikazi wam, nceda? ( Can My Queen Give Me A Kiss, Please?) Ndiyakuthanda( I Love You) Umfazi wam onothando ( My Loving Queen) Umama wam( My Mama) Ndifuna oku ngaphezulu kwayo nantoni na. Kodwa okubaluleke kakhulu ndifuna nawe, sithandwa sam. (I want this more than anything. But importantly I want it with you, my love. ) Yiza undikhwele ( Come Ride Me)

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 5,140

A/N: my apologies for it being so long 😅

Shuri's Pov

I looked up at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that had occurred in my life thus far. My mother and brother were both dead, leaving me with only my dear wife and cousin. I turned over, wrapped my arm around my wife's waist, and kissed the side of her head.

I've been contemplating my future and what it may hold for me. I wasn't prepared to be Queen, so I delegated authority to N'Jadaka, making him King and me the Black Panther.

It's been a difficult two years since I lost my brother to an illness that I couldn't cure, and my mother was killed right after him. It has been far too much.

N'Jadaka always put up a strong front for me and pretended to be fine. But I was far too smart to believe he was just fine, especially since I had witnessed him sobbing on numerous occasions. We would sometimes lock ourselves away in his room and reminisce about the past.

I remember being so enraged that I would shut out everyone, including my wife. I feel guilty about the way I treated Uthando lwam. I would yell at her, ignore her, and simply be cold towards her. And everyday i regret the way i acted.

My mother tried to show me this ritual of burning the clothes of your deceased loved ones before she died. It would mark the end of the period of mourning, and the new Beginnings of you starting to heal.

Flashback

I was finally ready to accept my mother's and my brother's deaths, I decided to do the ritual my mother taught me, so Y/N, N'Jadaka, and I traveled to Haiti.

My brother left me a journal in which he described Haiti as his second home and the most beautiful place he'd ever visited. My heart felt heavy when I arrived in Haiti. I knew this was the most difficult thing I'd ever had to do; performing this ritual meant finally saying goodbye to my mother and T'challa.

I knew they would always be with me in spirit, but it would never be the same.

They had asked if I needed them to accompany me, and I had told them that this was something I had to do on my own. I sat down on the log and gazed into the fire, remembering the good times I had with T'challa, he was my best friend, my protector, and the best brother and King anyone could ask for.

I sat in silence, thinking of my mother. My mother truly believed in me, even when the elders did not; she pushed me every day and saw the potential in me. I remember the words she would tell me "Nokuba ngubani na othi wenzelwe ubukhulu, Shuri yam. Uzalelwe ukuba yinkokeli, kwaye ukhanye ngendlela yakho." As I choked back my sobs, tears streamed down my cheeks.

Then I was enveloped in a warm feeling, as if it were my mother and brother reassuring me that everything would be fine. I began laughing at the feeling, knowing that this journey would be difficult but I would be fine.

I wiped my cheeks and looked behind me to see everyone walking towards me. Y/N sat to my left, wrapped her arm around my head, and kissed my temple. N'Jadaka was sitting next to Nakia, and the little boy was in front of me.

Nakia had told me that the boy was her son, and his name was Toussaint. And I told him that Toussaint was a wonderful name with a rich history.

He smiled at me and asked if I was good at keeping secrets, which made us both laugh. I smiled back and nodded, saying that I could.

He looked at Nakia, then back at me, and said his Haitian name was Toussaint. I then looked at Nakia, then back at him, and asked him what his real name was in Haitian. He took a deep breath and introduced himself as Prince T'challa, son of King T'challa.

I turned around when I felt Y/N squeeze my hand, and she nodded. I felt my eyes well up as I looked down at the ground.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, T'challa," I said with a sweet smile. He gave me a big, toothy grin that reminded me of my brother's smile when he was younger.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me, and my heart felt a little whole again. I looked at Nakia and N'Jadaka, who were both smiling. T'challa was wrapped in my arms, and I kissed the top of his head.

End of flashback

I've been thinking about me and Y/N's future since that day. I really liked how she and Toussaint got along; he adored her so much that Nakia decided to make Y/N his godmother.

Toussaint was absolutely loved by N'Jadaka. They were always getting into trouble because N'Jadaka was always showing Toussaint something he wasn't supposed to. And it reminded me of when T'challa and I were kids, always getting into mischief.

I smiled at the thought of me and Y/N having our own children. Ukumkanikazi Wam plays the role of motherhood so well that it makes me want to start our own little family.

I understand that because we are both women, we are unable to physically have children on our own.

But I am A GENIUS SCIENTIST! and nothing is too big of a challenge for me. I prepped many kisses on my wife's cheek, and pulled back the covers, careful to not wake her and walked towards the door going to my lab.

I walked out and carefully closed the door, nodding my head towards the guards. I had a determined look on my face, that I was going to make this happen.

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Y/N's Pov

As I opened my eyes, a smile crept across my face as I remembered the night Shuri and I had. I rolled over and frowned as I noticed her side of the bed was empty. Her side felt cold, as if she hadn't slept on it all night.

I signed, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom to begin my day. I thought I'd finally wake up to see Shuri this morning, but she continues to disappoint me. I thought we had reached an agreement last night; we had a lengthy conversation and even made love for the first time in months.

She would stay in her lab all night and only sleep for a few hours, and I had to force her to eat sometimes. It would truly irritate me and Erik because she would be missing out on important moments with us.

I looked in the mirror and rolled my eyes at the promises she made last night, wondering if she really meant them. I walked over to the shower and turned it on, taking off my clothes and stepping into the hot water to relax.

"Griot, where has Shuri gone?"

"The Panther is speaking with the elders."

I stopped washing my hair and stared at the wall, confused. Shuri had a meeting this morning? And didn't think to tell me? I cursed under my breath, and continued to wash my hair. "Thank you, Griot."

"You're very welcome, Queen Y/N."

I cut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around my body and wrapped up my hair, then walked into the bedroom to put on my lotion and oils.

I decided I wasn't going to confront Shuri because I'm tired of arguing and fighting. I don't want to make it seem like I don't want to fight for my marriage, but I'm just tired of the same old, same old.

After lotioning and oiling my body, I walked back into the bathroom to do my hair. I started to detangle and moisturize it; I usually put it in twists after I wash it, but I don't feel up to it. I'll just let it air dry.

I walked into my closet and threw on a floral green dress. I added some jewelry and sprayed my favorite perfume. I bent down to put on my shoes when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, walked to the door, and opened it. It was Okoye with a smile on her face, but it fell once she saw I wasn't in the mood.

"What has you upset, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, stepping into the room. "Shuri. What else?" I said, smartly. She huffed and hurried me out of the room, saying, "Well, Shuri has requested to see you." I rolled my eyes and nodded, following her out of the room, heading to wherever Shuri was.

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3rd Pov

Y/N followed Okoye to the Thrown Room, where they saw all the elders standing up and conversing with Shuri and Erik. She walked by, smiling and nodding to the guards and elders. She gave Erik a genuine smile before looking at Shuri and giving her a half one.

Shuri looked at her with a worried expression, as if she didn't understand why Y/N was so upset. Y/N turned to face Erik, who was trying hard not to laugh. They said their goodbyes to the elders, and Shuri asked Okoye and Erik to respect their privacy. Erik laughed as he looked back at Shuri, saying, "She's about to tear yo ass up, cuz." Shuri glared at him as he walked away and smiled back at Y/N.

Shuri reached out to touch Y/N, but she pushed her away. "What's the matter, Uthando?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders, boredom evident on her face, and said, "Nothing." Shuri raised her brow, waiting for her to go on. "I'm just sick of saying the same shit over and over."

Shuri huffed and approached Y/N, but this time she didn't push her away. Shuri wrapped her arms around Y/N, and said, "I know you're upset that I didn't wake up with you this morning, but it was for a good reason. I've been working on something for both of us."

Y/N looked at Shuri to continue. And Shuri kissed her cheeks and said, "I know our marriage has been strained, Sthandwa. And it's entirely my fault; I accept full responsibility. But I promise that if you just be a little more patient with me, it will all be worth it." Y/N looked into Shuri's eye's trying to see if she was being sincere and looked back down at the floor.

Shuri lifted Y/N's chin up, to look back into her eye's. "Please," Shuri pleaded, pressing her forehead against her wife's.

Y/N nodded and signed. Shuri smiled and pressed her close to her chest, asking, "Ndinganga ukumkanikazi wam, nceda?" Y/N looked up at Shuri, rolled her eyes, and pecked her lips before quickly walking away.

However, Shuri grabbed the back of her dress and pulled Y/N back against her chest, saying, "Oh, no, ma'am." "I want a real kiss." Y/N turned to face Shuri, who had a smug expression on her face. Y/N stood on her tiptoes and kissed Shuri passionately, wrapping both arms around her neck.

Shuri deepened the kiss by wrapping her long arms around Y/N's lower waist. They drew back, their noses brushing against each other, and smiled. "Ndiyakuthanda" Shuri said, softly. Y/N smiled at Shuri and said she loved her back.

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Shuri's Pov

"Panther! Queen Y/N is approaching." I slowly lifted my head from my desk and turned around to see my wife wrapped in a blanket with a tired look on her face.

Two months have passed. TWO MONTHS!!! And I always get the same low percentage, but I was determined not to give up.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my chin against her tummy. I'm hoping that my efforts do not go to waste.

"You've been in here all day, Shuri! It is two o'clock in the morning. Please come to your bed." She begged me. I signed and nodded slowly. I stood up from my desk and walked down the stairs.

My arms were still wrapped around her waist, with my head resting on her shoulder, as we walked towards the door, but she suddenly stopped and tapped my arm, making me look at her.

"Shuri, look their green." "It turned green." I snapped my head around, looked over, and ran over to it. "GRIOT!" "What's the percentage?" I yelled. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest.

"It's at 98% Panther."

I felt my eyes water and a big smile appear on my face. "PRINT IT!"

I grabbed Y/N's hand and ran back upstairs. I clutched her hand, watching it print the vial, as tears of happiness streamed down my face.

Y/N kissed my cheek and pressed my head against hers, asking, "Shuri, what is that?" I picked up the vial, turned to look at her, and said, "This is what I've been working on for months." "After all the failed attempts, I've successfully gotten it to work."

"That's great, Shuri." "But what is it?" She asked me.

"This, my love, is how we're going to have our baby." I told her, watching her eyes grow wide.

"H-how?" She asked me.

I explained to her how I did it. And she looked at me, teary-eyed, and then looked down at the vial. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly.

We pulled apart and hugged each other, moving from side to side. "Come on, let's go to bed." She said.

I smiled at her and nodded and followed her walking down the stairs, and we began walking out of the lab.

When we walked into our bedroom, I went to put the vial in a safe place and went to change into my pajamas, when a thought came to mind.

I cut the light off in the closet and walked back into the room and got in bed. I pulled Y/N against my chest and kissed her deeply. We slowly began taking our clothes off as I climbed on top of her. I pulled off her shirt and lingered kisses along her collarbone.

She leaned up and started sucking on my neck and brushed her hands down to my heat. A small whimper left my mouth, and my thoughts were no longer coherent. I needed her to fuck me and relieve me from my aching desires.

She started tracing my clit slowly, and I began panting desperately, trying to control my breathing to prevent the orgasm that was building within me. I remembered the thought I had earlier and reached down, grabbing her hand, making her stop, and kissing her.

"Wait, I-i want to carry it." She looked at me, stunned, and smiled a little. "You sure?" She whispered. I eagerly nodded, pressing my forehead against hers.

"Well, how about we wait so I can make it special for us?" I felt myself blush. But I nodded and smiled, kissing her lips one last time.

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Y/N's Pov

"So, y'all gon leave a nigga to go on vacation?" Erik asked us as we continued to pack. I was taking Shuri on a two-day trip to the Caribbean. But she didn't know that; she just thought we were going to Haiti or something. I also made sure Okoye didn't tell her where we were going.

"OK, well, first of all, it's not a vacation." "We're only going to be gone for two days." I said, rolling my eyes. I gave the Dora our bags and walked around the room, making sure we didn't forget anything.

"Damn, y'all just gon leave me here with these old people and M'baku's annoying ass." We laughed at how dramatic Erik can be.

"N'Jadaka, you should be happy; we're leaving you in charge." "Just please try not to set this place on fire while we're gone, please." Shuri told him, patting his shoulder.

He chuckled and nodded and walked us out of the palace towards the Talon. "We're all set, your highness." Aneka told me. I thanked her and watched Erik and Shuri dap each other, and he waved goodbye to me.

"AYE! MAKE SURE Y'ALL DON'T BREAK NUN!"

We waved him off laughing and started walking onto the Talon. We sat down and watched Okoye take us off.

"You excited?" I asked, Shuri. She looked at me with mirth in her eyes and nodded. "Going anywhere with you makes me excited." She said. I smiled and cupped her cheeks, kissing her.

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Shuri's Pov

I was blindfolded and walking off the Talon, with Y/N guiding me through what felt like sand. I usually don't like surprises, but for Umfazi wam onothando, I didn’t mind.

"OK, just step up here." "We're almost at the house." She said. I stepped up some steps, and it sounded like we were walking up a boardwalk or something.

We were still walking for a little bit when we abruptly stopped, and she took my blindfold off but told me not to look. She wrapped her arms around my waist and giggled, kissing my cheek. "OK, you can look now."

I opened my eyes and smiled, my little Queen has outdone herself. I turned around and smirked at her. "I love it, my love." I told her, watching the smile on her face grow. She pecked my lips and grabbed my hand, leading me inside the house.

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3rd Pov

Shuri and Y/N were getting ready for dinner. Shuri was in an all-black suit with black boot heels; she had a chain with Y/N's initials on it and rings on her fingers. Y/N had on a black halter-backless high-slit dress. She also had on a necklace with Shuri's initials and her wedding ring.

This time Shuri didn't have to be blindfolded; she would be seeing where they were having dinner. They walked down the long lit boardwalk until their dinner setting came into view.

Shuri felt butterflies in her stomach and began getting nervous. She was touched that her love did all this for her. Y/N led Shuri to the table and pulled out her chair. Shuri gave her a small thank you with a big smile on her face.

Y/N told Shuri that she looked absolutely stunning, and Shuri told her that she looked beautiful back. They had their dinner served and ate in comfortable silence. They talked about their future now that they were able to have a baby; they talked about baby names and which parent the child would most likely be like.

Y/N told Shuri that her family would be so proud of her. And that made Shuri tear up a little bit. Shuri told Y/N that while she would be carrying the child, she wanted Y/N to make the big decisions, and Y/N told her that was something she would proudly do.

When dessert came around, Shuri expressed her fears about being a good mother and if she would be a good Queen. And Y/N reassured her that she would be an amazing mother and a wonderful Queen. Y/N told Shuri she would be by her side through it all, would never leave her, and would always reassure her.

They had finished dinner and decided to walk along the shoreline. Shuri had picked Y/N up, spun her around, making her laugh, and attacked her face with kisses. They walked off the beach and back on to the boardwalk, heading back to the house to continue their endless night.

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Shuri's Pov

Nasty Time 😏😏

Y/N groaned in my ear and I can't even form a proper sentence. I can't think of anything right now. She rolled her hips hitting a certain spot and I orgasm making her chuckle as she kisses down my back. "You look so beautiful Cumming underneath me, my love." She whispered trailing kisses up my neck before pushing me back down.

She whispered sweet nothings to me as she pressed her palm down in the middle of my back going deeper and harder then ever. We haven't had sex like this since our honeymoon, it felt like my whole body was on fire.

"Y/N...pleas.." I stuttered out but she kept going, and started going even faster as her fingers rubbed on my clit. "FUCK! LOVE DON'T STOP!"

"You're doing so good, Umama wam." She tells me going at a slower pace, bending down kissing the back of my neck.

"Stop going so slow!" I groaned. She leans over my shoulder and kissed my temple and showed that smirk on her face, making me irrated. She was going to regret teasing me later.

She gives me three long deep strokes as she kisses my shoulder and I gasp at the intensity she was giving me. "You're being such a good girl for me, Mama." She said, making me copy the motions she was giving me. She sped up some more her chest pressed against my back and when her thrust became sloppy I could tell she was close.

I loudly moaned out her name, and she rolls her hips one last time making her hit my G-spot and I swore I saw stars.

I woke up with the sheets wrapped tightly around my body, and the black case laying on her side of the bed.

I reached for the case and opened it, seeing the vial and the syringe inside. I heard noise coming from the hallway and watched Y/N walk in with things she needed for the process.

"Are you ok?" She asked me. I nodded and watched her set the things down on the table beside the bed. She got on the bed and straddled me, holding my cheeks in her hands.

"Are you sure about this, Shuri?" She asked me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and said, "Ndifuna oku ngaphezulu kwayo nantoni na. Kodwa okubaluleke kakhulu ndifuna nawe, Sithandwa sam." Her eyes watered, and she leaned down and kissed me softly.

She pulled away, and I leaned up and pecked her lips one last time. She got off my lap and went to prepare. She put on gloves and poured the serum, which was our DNA, into the syringe. I told her it had to be injected into the side of my stomach.

She crawled over to me, holding it in her hand, with a smile on her face. I took a deep breath as I felt myself getting emotional, and I prayed to Bast that this would work.

"You ready, Baby?" I nodded and layed back down on the bed, removing the cover. She took the alcohol pad and rubbed the side of my stomach and looked back at me, causing me to smile at her.

"OK, deep breath." She muttered. I winced as she pushed the needle in; I felt tears prick my eyes, not at the pain but at the thought of becoming a mother. But they were happy tears.

She took out the needle and placed it in the trash beside the bed, then kissed my lips. she reached her hand down and circled my clit. I bit her lip hissing at how sensitive I was.

She stood up and took off her robe, and layed on her back smirking up at me. "Yiza undikhwele." She said. Wrapping my had around her length I stroked her making her keep eye contact with me, seeing nothing but lust and love in her eyes. The feeling was mutual.

I kept eye contact as I slid down hissing as she stretches me out but it felt so good. I leaned down and pulled her up by her necklace with my initials on it. "You're so damn sexy, Sthandwa." I said, wrapping my arms around her neck, and began riding her watching her mouth fall open.

She grabs my hips to gain some kind of control, and I leaned down and sucked on her nipple making her moan. I went in a circular motion listening to the curses she let out, I could tell it was driving her crazy. I felt myself clenching around her making me pant harder, I tapped her leg letting her know I was going to cum soon.

She pushed me off, and I landed on my back, watching her remove the strap. She climbed on top of me, grabbing my legs, and I wrapped mine around her waist.

"Damn you're so wet." She groaned out and I smirked throwing my head back, feeling my face contort into pleasure. We was close.

"Show me how much you love me, Ukumkanikazi wam." I said. I moaned in her ear biting down on her shoulder. "I'm about to..." She whispered, but I flipped us over and kissed her lips, quickening the pace.

"Wait for me, Love" I groaned kissing her neck, she tilted her head to give me more acces to leave hickeys. "Y/N!" I yelled unable to hold it anymore and I grinded into one last time as we came together.

I fell on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. We wrapped our arms around each other, calming from our high. I pushed the hair out her face and kissed her lips. " Ndiyakuthanda." I said, against her lips.

She gave me a tired smiled and kissed my forehead, and said, "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe"

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3rd Pov

“GRIOT! inform the midwives at the medical center they’re needed immediately” Y/N said, picking Shuri up, carrying her to their large bathroom.

The nurses, including Erik, entered the bathroom, but told him he would have to wait so they could get to work.

"Okay, your majesty. Please take some deep breaths." "On my count, I need you to make a big push." Shuri was informed by the nurse. I squeezed her hand and kissed the side of her head, assuring her that everything would be fine.

"Are you ready to begin?" The same nurse asked.

"NO!" yelled Shuri.

"Yes, she is. You can do it, baby; you're strong. "Give me a big push, please." Y/N said. Trying to encourage a scared Shuri.

She began pushing, counting down from three and trying to take deep breaths in the process. She squeezed my hand tightly and screamed in agony.

"He's almost out; all we need is one more big push." According to the nurse.

"Look at me; I know you can do it." "You can do it with just one more." Y/N told her. She nodded and let out an agonizing scream as she gave one big push.

The baby was pulled from the water before they knew it. They gave Y/N the scissors to cut the umbilical cord of the crying baby. before laying him on Shuri's chest and calming him down.

"They would be pleased with you. I'm so proud of you; look at what you've brought to this world." Y/N told Shuri, with tears in her eyes.

She nodded and kissed the top of their son's head, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

As the nurse cleaned him and put him in some pajamas he became fussy, while Y/N was cleaning and dressing Shuri and carrying her to their bed.

Y/N tried to make Shuri feel at ease in the bed and placed pillows behind her back to alleviate her pain. Y/N and Shuri looked up to see where their baby was, only to see Erik holding him, and smiling talking to him.

The new parents smiled as they looked at Erik rock their baby in his arms. He lifted his head, walked over to Shuri and Y/N, and sat at the edge of the bed. Y/N took the baby away from Erik and gave the baby to Shuri so she could feed him.

Y/N stood there staring at Shuri breastfeeding their baby, thinking it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"I ain't gon hold you, Y/N; when you said Shur was pregnant, I thought the baby was gon come out a mutant." Okoye smacked the back of Erik's head, making him glare at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Erik and laughed at how stupid he was. She looked back at Shuri, who was still staring happily at their child.

"So what are y'all naming, Lil man?" He asked them. They looked at him, and Y/N looked at Shuri and nodded her head for Shuri to tell him.

"We decided to name him after Y/N's Father." Shuri said. As she looked at Y/N with tears in her eyes.

"We're going to name him Oshe." "Oshe Udaku." Shuri said, proudly. Erik stared at them with a small smile and said, "I like that."

They nodded and Y/N looked at Shuri and kissed her forehead. "I love you, both of you." Then looked at Erik and Okoye, and said, "All of you."

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eternalslover · 2 years ago

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I love him

Erik hating that his girl is so clingy but he low key loves being babied and cuddled and hates when she keeps her space. 😂 just a big old baby

Lmaoooo, I love this! 🤣

We ALLLLLLL know this muscular, fine ass, muscle of black beauty loves to be babied. I don’t care if he shot that girl that nigga is BABY.

Erik would smack his teeth every time you would cuddle up next to him, wrapping your arms around one of his. He loved acting like it annoyed him but he never moved you off of him.

When I say this man LOVED when you wrapped yourself around him when the two of you laid in bed.

However, whenever you did he’d follow up with “You too damn close, Y/N.” He’d never make any effort to peel you off of him though.

Whenever you became sick Erik purposely walked around shirtless because he knew you loved the skin to skin contact when you weren’t feeling your best.

“Why you always up on me?”

The moment you started thinking that he might actually liked being cuddled you decided to test out your theory.

For the next week you made it a point to not snuggle, cuddle, or spoon with Erik and it drove him crazy.

The two of you being seated on the couch but you just sitting beside him with some space between the two of you

Erik would be confused and look at you but being one with too much pride he would just turn around and continue watching tv.

For a while you thought your theory was wrong since during the whole week Erik hadn’t even given you a glance that would confirm your assumptions

After the week was up you came to the conclusion that he really didn’t like being cuddled.

It hurt your feelings but you wanted to respect your partner, so, as hard as it was, you didn’t cuddle him. Didn’t even hold his hands

“You mad at me, ma?”

You would look up from your dinner, a confused expression on your face.

“No, why would I be mad, baby?”

“You ain’t touched me in two weeks. Somebody been in ya ear? I’ll box them if I got to. Whatever the fuck they told you it wasn’t true, I’m all about you, Princess.”

You tilted your head before it dawned on you. You started giggling as you stood and threw yourself in his lap.

You would repeatedly kiss his cheeks and he’d groan before pressing his face into your neck.

“I knew you liked being snuggled. Big baby.”

Erik would only pulling you closer, appreciating your touch as he felt your hands massage at his scalp.

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anime-kia · 2 years ago

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Sleeping Beauty (Part 2)

Omg! Yes it is finally here! 2 years later I present to you, part 2 to Sleeping Beauty! I'm actually so excited for this, it took me so long, but I feel like I'm prepared to write it and keep the style that I started with. So enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, Smut

Relationship: Soulmates - King Erik x Reader

Weeks passed since Erik's last encounter with your dormant frame. He was tense, pacing around the throne room with heavy steps. The Dora, tribe leaders and servants watched him quietly as he dominated the room with his vexed aura.

It's not that he didn't succeed in his plan to embed spies in every nation and distribute vibranium across the globe. It was that pesky panther nagging at him in his dreams every single night.

She appeared to him in the ancestral plane, perched on a tree. Erik stood below, dressed in nothing, but his gold fanged necklace.

N'Jadaka, why are you so hesitant?

Fari was her name.

"What you talkin' about?" He regarded her with no respect, the irritation laced in his tone.

Have we not guided you enough?

We... The ancestors? Erik assumed.

"Guided me?"

You are intelligent, N'Jadaka. Whether you choose to use your cleverness or not, it is up to you. The she-panther leaped off of the tree and circled around the man.

He watched her with his eyes, never moving from his place in the tall grass.

Listen to your heart.

Erik's eyes narrowed at Fari.

Ever since coming to Wakanda, Erik felt as though everyone was treating him like he was a naive child. Constantly they would give him cliché advice or try to alter his well-thought out plans. Erik knew what he was doing, he didn't need anyones outside opinions.

Just mere hours ago, he had awoken from his slumber. Heavy eyes and a cloudy mind. Erik felt ill despite the heart-shaped herbs enhancing abilities, but a weak mind makes a weak man.

In his previous dream, Fari mentioned that he appeared smaller as if the large man had lost mass.

Though he didn't want to admit it, his clothing fitting him loosely was more than enough proof. Even his weight lifting seemed more rigid than normal.

This ailment only began to occur since he stopped visiting you.

Erik decided to visit the king's personal doctor.

"My king, this is not much of a physical problem." She explained, shifting a braid behind her small ear. "Nor is it something I can fix."

His dark eyes narrowed at her, as he did to the she-panther.

"Ain't that your job?" Erik gibed at the doe-eyed doctor.

Ignoring him, she proceeds, "Have you been to the ancestral plane lately?" He only nods hesitantly. "Then that means you are near your soulmate and you must find her quickly."

"Or?"

"Or you both will perish." She explained in a soft tone, avoiding his eyes.

He couldn't believe his ears. The king wanted to think she was fooling him, as was the servant girl, Anathi. But as he could feel himself grow more weak, choices were limited in believing what was true or false.

"Who am I?" Erik asked the members of the room. His pacing stopped, back facing them.

The princess was not there to list every one of his titles as she did on their first encounter.

"Hm?" He turned around, arms crossed over his scarred chest.

Everyone was afraid to speak up, expecting him to lash out as he'd usually do.

"You are the king." W'Kabi spoke up proudly, his wife eyeing him callously.

He chuckled, "Then why do I feel like y'all still not getting it? I ask questions and I get bullshit responses."

"My king, we are being very honest with you." Anathi had voiced.

"Lying would be pointless and would not benefit anyone." An elder added.

"Y'all keep giving me the runaround. I ask about that girl, and you're telling me shit about a fairy tail?" The volume of his voice grew.

Some of the members had rolled their eyes in secrecy.

It always came down to the sleeping girl. Maybe it was time they encouraged him to see if he was the real connection.

"Would you like to try and awaken her, King N'Jadaka?" One of the elders suggested.

Okoye almost stepped out of line to dismiss the proposal, silencing herself as she realized that sacrificing her position in protecting Wakanda would've been a grave mistake.

She had made a promise to T'Challa prior to his battle, that no matter what, he could entrust her to protect you regardless of his outcome. But what could she really do now?

Besides, a man like him could never be the one for you.

Why are you still hesitating, N'Jadaka? Fari had questioned him again in his slumber. What is it that is holding you back?

"If I knew I would tell you." He frowned at her.

You have always been a man of action.

"You don't know nothing about me."

I know a lot more than you think, Young Prince.

"I'm not a prince, I'm a king."

Oh?

The panther appeared much taller than him, as did the tall grass. Her golden eyes shined brightly, rivalling the moon.

Erik looked onto himself, a much smaller frame appearing before his very eyes.

"What did you-" He held his neck, shocked at the pre-pubescent voice that came from his throat.

It is not what I did, N'Jadaka. She leaped back into the tree, resting her head onto her paws. Time is ticking, Young Prince.

Erik rose out of his sleep in a cold sweat, glancing into the mirror to check that he wasn't the eight-year old boy from Oakland, but the man who he grew to be.

The bathroom tile was cold underneath his bare feet, but the hot water soothed his tense muscles. Fari's words ran through his mind as the water cascaded down his large frame.

He shook his head and chucked, intentionally she had called him a child without words.

Sneaky panther...

"I ain't a fuckin' kid no more." Erik silently spoke to himself.

Erik waltzed into the garden where the heart-shaped herb once grew, now replaced with other greens and flowers. Anathi was tending to a patch of peace lilies along side her grandmother.

"Yo." He called out, their attention turning onto him.

Anathi raised from her dirtied knees, dusting them off. "My King?"

"Follow me." Erik commanded, turning on heel his immediately. I hope you're watching me now, Fari.

The young girl's feet shuffled quickly towards the king, not wanting to anger him as he'd been so tense lately.

The walk was silent, she carefully watched Erik in case he were to try anything. Their strolls usually consisted of him nagging her, but this time he remained silent, dark eyes focused on the corridor ahead of him.

She couldn't be at ease because it felt as though he was still on guard, but he hadn't even glanced at the girl since leaving the garden.

Anathi had recognized the path he'd taken, one that lead to the room located underneath the sunroof.

His hands rested on the handles, pausing before looking over his shoulder. "You said a kiss should work, right?"

"Y-yes, your highness." She nodded, hands clasped together.

"You do realize what'll happen if it fails." He threatened with a low voice, almost a snarl.

Anathi bit her lower lip before nodding once again, "Y-yes."

An amused sound silently came from his throat before pulling on the golden handles. It was always like a fresh of breath air once the doors opened. The air was so pure, feeling like a hug to his nostrils when he inhaled.

As Erik approached, his eyes fell onto your frame, too appearing smaller and slightly frail. This time, the palace servants had your curls styled into flat twists, pinned up into a bun. One of their daughters had crafted a flower crown and laid it around your head.

Anathi had remained outside, planning on her escape. This could be her chance to have a possible head start in case all failed.

Erik gently ran the back of his hand down your face, the beating in his heart increased, and that nagging feeling that he would compare to a raging sea became calm.

This would finally be the moment of truth...

His deft fingers lifted your chin, bringing your lips closer to his until they had finally touched together.

It felt... like... nothing?

Not exactly sure why, but Erik had expected a feeling of electricity to shoot through his body. He had expected his soulmate to spring awake, deepening the kiss to solidify the truth. But this was real life, not a damn fairy tail.

It wasn't magical nor did it feel like anything truly happened. Your body still felt lifeless, but the beating of your heart indicated otherwise. Not even a little sound indicating that you were soon going to awaken was given to him.

What Erik wanted, Erik never got.

That made the man very angry. He slowly released and departed from you, fiery eyes looking onto Anathi whose knees were visibly shaking.

It didn't work...

The only three words replaying through his head as he aggressively approached the servant girl, fingers digging into her shoulder. She silently winced, wishing that she had ran as she had planned earlier.

They must take me for a joke.

He summoned another meeting calling everyone in.

You want something to laugh at, oh imma fuckin' give it to y'all.

By time they had arrived to the throne room, all members were there, silently watching as he dragged the girl and tossed her to the centre of the floor.

Her grandmother helplessly watched, fearing for her grandchild's life.

"Y'all like to tell lies, huh? That apart of Wakandan culture?" He accused, arms folded over his chest. "Hm? You like to make niggas look like idiots?"

The members were quiet, uncertain of what had happened.

"She still asleep!" Erik shouted loudly, some of the members had jolted.

"M-my king, we did not say that you were the chosen one." A woman from the river tribe reasoned. "Only the one who is the chosen shall know."

Erik's eyes cut sharply onto the woman, "What?" He seethed.

Her hands squeezed onto the man beside her, as the look in his eyes were terrifying.

This pent up rage was both confusing and extremely concerning to everyone. This woman he had never met before had driven his emotions through the roof, even more so than T'Challa had done.

Calm down, N'Jadaka. Fari counselled in his mind.

The king was terribly angry. I'll show you calm.

"I think we need some new rules." He declared, nodding. "A lie for a life? I think that's fair."

Still silent, the members had looks of disapproval. Not that Erik was looking for an outside opinion, he was sick of being lied to and played around with. Maybe they could try that with T'Challa, but whatever he decided, it was finite.

Erik approached Anathi, lifting her from the cold ground in one hand. Her breathing was constricted as his grasp around her neck was tight.

Smaller hands beat on his with no avail, her consciousness slowly slipping further and further away.

"This is what y'all want?! Huh?!" Erik taunted the horrified and helpless members.

Would you really kill a child, Young Prince?

Shut the fuck up! He wanted to scream at Fari.

No longer was he going to allow her to treat him like a child.

Tears streamed down Anathi's puffy cheeks, rolling onto his hand and between each finger. Quiet cries came from her grandmother who was being consoled by those around her.

Erik callously watched the life force being drained from the girl.

"Stop!" A new voice had emerged into the air.

Audible gasps flooded the room, Erik too was caught off guard, releasing Anathi to fall onto the ground.

He turned around, knees almost buckling at the sight in front of him.

"She lives." Okoye rejoiced with a rare smile on her face.

You stood there, staring at the new man you had never seen before, but oddly enough it felt as if you had known him for a much longer time than reality said.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, standing tall and strong. Though he had one of your best friends in a vice grip, it was almost impossible to be truly angry at him.

The astounded look in his eyes captivated you, drawing you closer and closer.

Only mere moments ago were his eyes filled with wrath, something that you would never see.

Who is he?

Erik had stared you down, feeling frozen in time as you drew closer to not him, but the girl on the ground.

"Anathi, ingaba ulungile (are you alright)?" Your hands gently touched the young girl, disturbed by the bruise forming around her neck.

"Uvukile (you are awake)." She hoarsely voiced in amazement.

It hadn't felt that long for you personally, but it certainly was for those who were still staring at you in complete shock.

You stood up to get a better look at the stranger who had almost taken the poor girl's life, and for what?

"Ungubani (who are you)?" You sternly inquired, poking at his chest sharply.

A spark had zapped you, both of you recoiling.

Erik had received that fairy tail shock he was initially expecting, but what no one else expected was the smile that grew on his face for the first time ever, a genuine one.

"So you are my soulmate?"

"And you are mine." Erik said.

It took a lot of time for him to explain his initial reason for coming to Wakanda, and how he had not expected to find his soulmate locked away and trapped under a spell.

"If you are king, then that must mean-"

Erik nodded.

This would be the hard part to explain, but whatever happens, soulmate bonds were strong and could never be broken.

Processing your emotions over T'Challa's death was both confusing and hard. You wanted to be upset, you wanted to cry, you wanted to be mad, but none of the emotions came to pass.

Sure it had been a long time since you fell under the spell, but you certainly did not expect your Prince Charming to also be the new ruler and murderer of King T'Challa.

Weeks passed and Erik had spent his time courting and getting to know you. It was all incredibly flattering, but alas, T'Challa still ran through your mind.

He was suppose to marry you, and you would give him an heir.

But all was changed once this American man had stepped his foot onto the Wakanda soil.

Erik slept soundly in the large canopy bed, his large arms wrapped behind his head. You remained awake, thinking about the previous king, the princess and the queen.

Vengeance.

You pondered, soulmate bonds cannot be permanent. If I sever his ties to the earth, I can be set free.

A knife laid tucked underneath the bed.

It was now or never.

Without leaving the bed, your hand slid against the marble floor, feeling for the weapon. The sharp edge pricked your index finger slightly indicating its location, so you raise it from the floor cautiously.

The man remained fast asleep, as peaceful as ever.

Your legs went on either side of Erik, careful not to sit down on him, the knife was pointed straight to his heart. Tiny droplets of blood dripped from your finger and onto his chest.

If I really love T'Challa I will do this for him.

One breath in and the knife went down swiftly, eyes closed.

The problem was, there was no separation of tissue, no splatter of blood, no pained groaned.

Your eyes had opened, staring into the ones that captivated you earlier. They were void of anger or fear, but rather filled with bewilderment.

His much stronger hands squeezed arounds yours softly, holding the knife mere millimetres from penetrating his chest.

His hips bucked, flipping you over, knocking the knife away. The positions had switched as he was now on top, trapping your hands above your head.

"Y-you killed him!" The outburst had come from you, breaking the silence.

Immediately knowing who this was about, Erik explained. "It was ritual combat, he agreed to the conditions."

There was no resentment in his tone, it was so delicate and caring.

"I loved him."

"Yes, you loved him. But honestly tell me now, do you still love him?"

"I do." A fast response, with no chance to think. It was a lie.

"Then why do you lie in this bed with me?" He questioned, eyes peering deep into yours. "Why does my heart beat so calmly when you're around?"

"That is only you." You argued.

"Every time I touch you, I feel something." He placed his hand just above your bosom. "I know you feel it too."

You did, just then too. The way he was looking at you only made you want him even more.

But T'Challa...

An unresolved battle persisted in your mind.

"You're the reason I can't show you all I can give. You still holding onto the nigga who couldn't even wake you up, baby."

Bottom lip pulled between teeth, you tried to look away, but could not.

"Do you love him?"

As much as you wanted to scream yes, it wouldn't happen. It was a lie.

Was it fear? Uncertainty?

"Why you so hesitant, (y/n)?" Erik was surprised to find himself asking you the same question Fari had asked him all that time ago.

Your eyes had looked away, confronting the situation felt like betrayal to T'Challa.

"If you don't want me, tell me to leave."

You could not.

You wanted him, needed him to be here with you.

"I ain't believe it at first, but this soulmate shit is real..."

"But T'Challa-"

"Did nothing..."

You stared at the king silently, resisting him would be next to impossible. The glow of the moon enhancing his features beautifully.

"Ask me to leave." He demanded once again.

"I-I can't... I need you."

Three words Erik was delighted to hear.

Your head lifted to capture his lips between yours. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Erik spread your hands apart, wrapping his fingers between yours to deepen the kiss. Your head rested back against the plush comforter, tingles coursing through each body. He detached for air, giving you the chance as well before claiming your soft lips again. He came in hungrier, more passionate than the first time, unclasping his fingers from your left hand and raising your neck.

His thick lips latched onto your neck, sucking against the skin. The warm scent of vanilla filled his nose pleasantly, the taste sweet against his tongue.

Moans escaped your mouth as he precisely worked his lips around your frame. Now resting above your breasts, Erik gazes into your eyes for approval, in which you granted him.

The long silk garment was removed from your body, revealing a pair breast and erect nipples waiting to be licked. His large hand grasps the right as his head moves to the left, latching onto it hungrily.

Your fingers run over his head, holding them as he skillfully attended to your breasts. Soft moans filled his ears, encouraging him to continue.

He detached, sliding down even further where a wet patch had exposed you.

A smirk graced his lips as he pealed the blue panties away from your body.

Erik positioned himself between your thighs, bending your legs up and over to allow him better access to your dripping core.

He trailed kisses on each thigh before placing one onto your centre. A shiver coursed through your body as he increased the intensity with his tongue.

Experience wouldn't even be the best word to describe his precision.

The moans that were leaving your body were no longer quiet and sultry, rather loud and desperate. Your fingers grabbed his dreads as his tongue continued its assault onto your clit. The further Erik pushed his tongue in, the louder your volume grew.

Pressure continuously built up inside of your core, and shortly after, you had released onto him. There was a lot, nothing that you were expecting.

"Damn, baby." He marvelled with a wet jaw. Erik stood up to remove his bottoms.

The monster growing in his pants sprung free, bobbing slightly and menacingly at you.

But suddenly you had realized something.

I'm a virgin...

Erik noticed the change in your eyes, it appeared more like fear than anything. And not the 'there's no way it's gonna fit' fear.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I've never done this before."

He chuckled, grateful that he would be your first. "That ain't no problem. I got you, baby."

Shyly nodding, you lie back down with a shaky breath. His hands hook underneath your knees, bending them towards your chest. He lubricates his member against your folds before coating it with a hand.

He watched you, watching him. "Don't tense up on me."

You nod again, watching him move closer until it poked at your entrance. A sharp exhale left your mouth as he pushed in slightly.

"Just breathe, you good." Erik coaxes you. Your hands find the bedsheets, nails digging firmly into them.

His member breached even deeper, causing a pained sound to leave your lips. He slows down, giving you time to adjust.

"O-okay, go." You stuttered, allowing him to fit the rest in.

He pressed down slowly but firmly, letting out a moan of his own.

"This shit so tight." He groaned in pleasure, bitting his lower lip.

Ocne he had bottomed, a spark coursed through both his and your veins. It felt as though an even deeper connection had been made, solidifying the meaning of soulmate bonds.

Erik's hips moved backward, removing some of the pressure off of your cervix, but it came back as soon as he moved again.

"Ungh- shit." You winced, trying to manage the strokes.

He continued a slow pace, just for you to adjust. It wasn't going to be a purely pleasurable experience, especially not for the first time, but it wasn't all painful either.

When you finally relaxed his pace increased, thrusts moving more efficiently in and out of you.

"N'Jadaka, ohhh!" You whimpered, eyes shut, body bouncing underneath him.

He admired you underneath the moonlight. Eyes closed, eyebrows narrowed, mouth ajar. The moans, your voice, all so pleasing to him.

She is beautiful.

His lips moved back onto your neck as he forced his hips against yours. Juices mixing with each other, adding to the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning.

Erik had you in multiple positions, each one causing a different sensation. He had you flat on your stomach, his feet planted on the ground, Erik had sloppily thrusted into you until the both of your climaxes were achieved.

Tears rested on your cheek, air flowed in and out heavily as your tried to catch your breath. Sore, but very satisfied.

He pulled you against his body. Sweat moistened your skins, and despite your fatigue, Erik looked ready for another round.

Had to be the effects of the heart-shaped herb.

The intense feeling in each body had finally settled steadily, a deeper connection had been formed and you both knew for certain that soulmate bonds were real. A man who came and caused an uproar brought both dark and light onto the Wakandan nation.

He brought your knuckles against his lips. "My queen, I am yours and you are mine."

"My king, and my soulmate." You contently responded, awaiting all that was to come in the near future.

I am so happy I finally finished part 2 (the final part) to Sleeping Beauty. It's literally been 2 years LOL!

I hope you enjoyed, especially for those who requested!

(Start/Finish: March 31 - April 1, 2020)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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artisticestheticreads · 24 days ago

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 1 year ago

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Ooo I have some requests

Erik agreed to be the side dude for the reader he meets but something in his brain snaps when he feels her for the first time. That shit is too good to let go so he gets rid of the main nigga and tells her that he's taking her for keeps

Orrrrr

alternate universe Erik is tired of the reader playing games with him. She didn't know about his double life. He's tried to wife her up and put babies in her but she's too independent and doesn't want to be tied down to him, at least not yet. They go out for her birthday and he drugs her. When she wakes up they are in Wakanda and he's referring to himself as N'Jadaka and says they have already been married and he demands his seed. An heir to his throne.

Some crazy shit! 😩😭

I love both but the first is my fave. Sneaky Link who is low key crazy and will kill your dude over that good pussy 😂

The second one I can see that being enemies to lovers because as unhinged as Erik is he would do this shit! Lmao

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mbakubabe · 2 years ago

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Not the End

Reader takes a heart-shaped herb after Erik's death, hoping to see him again.

CW: Erik's dead, Angst, fem!reader

You took the herb-you didn't care if you got the power of Bast, potential side effects, nothing-you just wanted to see him again.

You ended up in what looked like a plain, with beautiful trees and sky.

Your breath caught when you saw him.

Erik.

Even though you weren't very far from each other, you still sprinted to him, burying your face in his chest. He laughed a little, and your heart broke all over again.

"Hey, babe."

You looked up and wanted to cry. He had that same cocky, lovable grin that you missed so damn much.

"You doin' alright?" Usually, he'd try to play it off his concern as casual as possible, but not right now. Maybe cause he was...

You gulped, trying not to break down in his arms. "Nah," you whispered, burrowing yourself into him further, "missed you."

"Me too," he said, and you didn't miss the way his voice shook, just a little bit.

You didn't want to move, but he pulled you back, just enough so that he could see you properly.

"You look good," he breathed. The way he said it made you smile, even though your eyes watered and your legs felt like jelly.

He looked good, too, albeit a bit different, his hair being styled differently, beard a bit longer, and his all-white clothing. But you didn't mind in the slightest.

You felt a tug, and you fought, wanting-needing-to tell him what you didn't when you were alive, when you were both together.

"I love you, Erik."

He just smiled at you, cupped your face in his hands and brought you close enough to kiss, "Yeah, I know."

Then he did kiss you, and you never wanted to stop.

When he finally pulled away, you felt the tug, stronger this time.

"Erik, I got-I got to-"

"Stay? We both know that ain't happening. Least right now." You'd think his words harsh, if his tone hadn't been so soft. Almost heartbroken.

"But I-it hurts, Erik."

Erik just pulled you into another hug, this time much tighter. "I know, baby. I know."

Then he slowly, slowly pulled a fraction of an inch away from you, and you saw that same perfect smile that he reserved for late nights, when he thought you weren't awake, when he'd gaze at you as you both lay and tell you how much you meant to him, when you'd both look up at the stars and he'd talk about how he'd make you royalty-

"Don't cry," he said, his voice gentle-too gentle. You felt his thumb brush your tear-streaked cheeks.

You didn't know you'd been crying.

"Now, you need to go," he murmured, bringing your foreheads together one last time, before pulling away from you completely.

"Erik?"

Your vision blurred, and you felt yourself going.

"Erik! N'Jadaka!"

"Love you," he called, suddenly seeming far away. "And death ain't the end! I'm not goin' away that easy!"

You woke up, gasping.

#black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #killmonger x reader #killmonger #erik stevens #black panther fanfiction #it's actually embarrassing how long something this short took me #😭

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rookie-critic · 2 years ago

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Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022, dir. Ryan Coogler) - review by Rookie-Critic

Okay. Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. As with all MCU reviews, this will be vague because I know at least some of y'all have not gotten a chance to see it yet. Does it live up to the near-insurmountable legacy the first one left behind? I think not. However, as mentioned, that was going to be almost impossible, and it shouldn't take away from how great Wakanda Forever really is. Firstly, and unsurprisingly, Wakanda Forever serves as a way to mourn the loss of Chadwick Boseman and King T'Challa, and it is in these moments that the film works best. It is unfortunate that this is mainly felt in the opening and closing scenes of the film. That's not to say it is only in those moments, because it's not, Boseman's presence is felt throughout the entire film, and I think that works both for and against it (even though the latter is not in any way the fault of the filmmakers).

Boseman is missed. Letitia Wright, great actor that she is, has the slightest amount of trouble carrying the film on her shoulders. Thankfully, she doesn't have to entirely. Angela Bassett, an absolute legend, gets to own her fair share of screen time reprising her role as Queen Ramonda, and, in a lot of ways, is just as important as Shuri is to the overall story of the film. Also really bringing it is newcomer Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Namor, the Sub-Mariner, who is a character that has been hotly anticipated for quite awhile by comic book fans. Mejía was, without a doubt, my favorite part of the film. Following up a villain like Erik Killmonger/Prince N'Jadaka is no easy feat, and they pulled it off without even breaking a sweat. Mejía commands your attention, and his cause and reasoning for wanting to do what he wants to do is every bit as empathetic as Killmonger's was the first time around. Dominique Thorne is also incredible as Riri Williams (who comic book readers probably know better as the new-age hero Ironheart). Where Multiverse of Madness failed in their portrayal of America Chavez, Wakanda Forever absolutely succeeds in their portrayal of Riri, and I can't wait to see more of her in her upcoming solo series on Disney+.

It isn't without its problems: a lot of the late stage decisions/revelations feel a little unearned, a big bulk of the middle of the film feels unneeded (and at a whopping 2 hours and 41 minutes, there definitely could have been some fat trimmed), and I could have used about a million more percent M'Baku. Winston Duke is an absolute scene-stealer and deserves so much more screen time than he is given. Not only as a comedic character, but surprisingly as a dramatic one as well. In a way, I'm glad the movie did not try to beholden itself too much to the original, it helps it stand a little better on its own two feet. In another way, though, it loses a little of that magic that made the original one such a triumph of modern film making, even if it was only a little. Regardless, Wakanda Forever shines very bright, and I like to think that part of that is Chadwick beaming at how well his MCU family is doing in his absence.

Score: 9/10

Currently still playing in some theaters, but is probably on it's way out. Look for it soon on Disney+.

I'd also like to point out that this film is led almost entirely by women of color. Letitia Wright, Angela Bassett, Lupita Nyong'o, Danai Gurira, and Dominique Thorne could all be considered main characters in their own right here, and that is something worth majorly celebrating.

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koffee-lila-bailey · 22 hours ago

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I won't let you- T'Challa x black reader

Protective!T'Challa x selfless!reader

The sitiation: Erik comes to Wakanda and states that he wants the throne and gives everyone a hard time about who he is.

However, the fate of Wakanda worsens when he looks to you and states that he wants a heir from you when he's king.

Clearly, T'Challa doesn't like the idea.

You stared at the tall man with locks as everyone tried to figure out who he was. Everyone argued and debated until Shuri spoke.

"You're Erik Stevens" she said. It was like your heart had stopped. THE ERIK STEVENS?

The Erik Stevens that you dated online but split up with because he became unhinged? That Erik Stevens? No way. "Not my name, princess" he said.

The debate continued to go on as you had droned out in shock. You had no idea what was going on until Erik looked at you and said "One more thing.

I want an heir when it's official" with a smile, his grills shining. Your heart stopped again at his words. You were shocked even more.

At least it was someone you knew, right? You looked around the room to see horrified faces.

You looked at T'Challa who appeared calm and stable although his eyes said otherwise. "Who are you?" One of the elders asked Erik.

The only words you heard him say was N'Jadaka and N'Jobu who happened to be his father.

Your heart sank further as everyone went into a frenzy with his new identity. "Lies!" Romanda shouted out.

You droned out again, so confused. After awhile, you came back to and spoke up. "Okay. You'll have an heir" you said, leaving everyone but Erik shocked at your words.

"You can't do that. This man is practically threatening Wakanda!" Shuri shrieked. "I know...however, I did date him.

I broke up with him because he was unhinged at the time but I know him and how he gets. I will save my country" you stated.

T'Challa frowned at this. "I won't let you do that? He said. "Why not? It's my womb" you said, getting angry.

"Do you not understand what he could do to this country and Wakanda if he's king?

You will not become his queen nor give your womb to him" he spat. "Who said anything about me being his queen?

Now you're putting words in my mouth" you said. You were tired of bring bossed around. You're your own woman and you deserve respect for such.

"Do you not trust me?" You asked him. He stood from his throne and walked up to you. He grabbed your hand and sighed.

"It's not that I don't trust you because I do.

It's the fact that you're giving your womb to someone who could do more harm than good to our country" he muttered, letting your hand go then walking away.

You were confused. What did he mean by that? You stood in place, speechless. You hope you hadn't upset him.

You left the throne room, not knowing what to say or do in confliction as Shuri called out to you to come back.

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pnthrclws-blog · 6 years ago

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See something you like?

You were the personal assistant to King T’Challa. How will you handle it when Erik Stevens usurps the throne? There’s more than just formality between you both, maybe it’s time to explore it.

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of T’Challa missing, your king missing. Three weeks of Shuri, Nakia, and Queen Mother missing. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the forth week and you still haven’t received word from them yet… despite keeping a constant eye on your kimoyo beads.

Right before Nakia took the royal family and fled she had come to take you as well. Despite being an outsider, you two had grown close. You were the Kings personal assistant. After T’Challa had hired you at the Wakanda Outreach Center he quickly noticed your administrative and organizational abilities. It wasn’t too long after that you were promoted to his assistant and living in Wakanda. Despite only knowing the King and his family for less than a few years it wasn’t long before they all felt like family. Although you didn’t realize it until your first birthday in Wakanda. You were feeling homesick and sad when you walked into a surprise party, set up from the royal family. It was then that you realized this wasn’t just your job, this was your family too.

You warned T’Challa not to battle Erik, you had warned him of the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Despite being his closest confidant, you couldn’t stop his pride, his sense of birth right. ‘No,’ you thought, ‘don’t go there again.’ You willed the tears forming to go back down. You couldn’t do this again, not here, and especially not right now. You had a job to do. You purposely stayed behind to act as a spy for your adopted family. You were the insider that they needed, that Wakanda needed.

You were waiting in the throne room, folders in one hand, your fist unclenching and re-clenching in the other. ‘You have to do this,’ you reminded. Your teeth grinded together, trying to keep a grip on your sanity, your mission, and especially your emotions.

You were beginning to feel the ache in your feet from your black heels when you heard the Dora Milaje push the doors open and the newest king walk in. You kept your eyes to the floor as you heard, and felt, him walk towards you.

You could feel his eyes studying you, “Ain’t gonna properly greet ya king?” He replied.

You clenched your first again, this time accompanying it with the Wakandan salute and a, “My king.” Straightening back up you reluctantly met his gaze, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

“Watchu got for me?” He asked, already grabbing the folders out of your hand.

You quickly let go, taking a small step back, “Weekly updates on each tribe, the monthly financial reports, and the estimated projections of sending equipment to the war-dogs.”

You watched him flip through it quick before tossing it on a nearby council seat, “Just give me the highlights yeah?”

You forced yourself to maintain eye contact, your mind and body already beginning to battle, “Nothing really new. Each tribe is doing about the same, minus the incident at the border tribe a week ago. Our revenues are up, and all financial projections are ready for deployment.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he replied, rubbing his hands together.

Your gaze flew to his hands, specifically to the prominent veins running throughout. You thoughts were beginning to wander, specifically to your dream the other night. Breaking out of your reverie you glanced back up, finding that he noticed where your mind went.

“See something you like?” He asked, his signature smirk only growing.

You felt a heat rush through you, leaving your cheeks stinging. You cleared your throat, attempting to distance yourself. Your mind knew he was a killer, but your body just couldn’t seem to get the memo.

“Anything else?” You questioned, positioning your body to leave; positioning your body to finally get some distance.

Instead, Erik got up, beginning to invade your personal space, “Yeah, you naked bent over my throne.” He simply replied, licking his lips.

You felt your throat gulp, trying to force your body into submission. It wasn’t listening. Your mind was already racing with the image he created, a heat starting to burn in your core.

Erik’s breath blew softly against your neck, his chest pressing against your back. You felt his hand wrap around your waist, bringing you fully against him.

“Or how ‘bout on my lap. Matter of fact, I’ll take you every way I can get ya.”

His other hand pushed your hair around your shoulder, making room for his lips to press a silky kiss against your soft skin. Your heart skipped a beat, the heat in your core only growing stronger. The more he pressed against you the more your guards were failing.

You have survived up to four weeks at this point. Four weeks of mourning your king and waiting for your mission from Nakia; all while simultaneously fighting off your attraction to the usurper.

“You ain’t got to prepend like you don’t want me. I see the way you lookin’ at me when you think I ain’t… you were fucking T’Challa huh? That why?” He surmised.

You quickly spun around, his arm still around your waist, “No. He was family.” You replied in anger.

He licked his lips, looking at you like he already knew that answer, “You ain’t want me then is that it?” He pushed further.

At this point your anger and desire were waging a war, forcing your thoughts to scatter, “No! I—” You quickly stopped yourself, realizing what escaped your lips.

Erik pushed your bodies fully against each other in response, tilting your head up so your eyes could meet.

“Why you actin’ so tough then?” He asked, pressing a kiss below your ear, “I know you ain’t afraid of me ma, I see you baby girl.”

He pressed another soft kiss to your face, this time on your cheek. Your slow train of thought was catching up to realize his intent. He was getting closer to your lips each time.

Your eyes shut on their own accord, feeling him against you, pressing into you. This was the first time he ever physically touched you. You had thought about, hell, you had even dreamed about it. Despite all those mental images they didn’t compare to the real thing. You were having trouble remembering why you were fighting your attraction, why you were refusing to give in. God, the feeling of him against you. You couldn’t imagine any feeling better than this.

“I know how to make you give in, hell, I know how to make those panties drop.” He whispered, his teeth lightly grazing your neck.

It was then that your brain snapped to attention. He was going to bite you. You knew what this meant. When you first moved to Wakanda you did nothing but study the country, the culture, and of course, the Black Panther. It was said that when the panther felt attraction all they had to do was bite at your pulse point and instantly your feelings bonded. In that moment every desire, want, and need for him would overcome anything else. This was a mating ritual.

You started to back up in fear, but Erik wouldn’t let you. His arm around you was like steel, a sharp contrast to the soft kisses he was placing on your sweet spot.

“No, please!” You begged, clawing at his back.

You felt his keloid scars lined along his back, standing under his toned muscles. He moved to press your foreheads against each other’s, your breaths intermingling.

“Relax ma, I ain’t gone do anything you don’t want. Why you think I’ve been waiting so long for your sweet little body? For the feeling of you wrapped ‘round me?” He soothed.

Despite his fault, his failures, and his obvious immoral perspective, you knew what he said was true. How many times had you felt him staring at you? How many times did he only ever touch through the passing of an object? You knew his words were true, that his intentions for you were intently pure.

“How long you going to deny yourself?” He whispered, the atmosphere quickly becoming intimate.

Your breath halted in surprise. A soft chuckle followed from his lips, “Look at your body baby girl. Your breath, ya can’t seem to find it. Your heart, I can feel it just being against you. Your thighs? Now I know when those clenchin’ you imagin’ me between ‘em?” He smirked.

Your eyes closed again, allowing the feeling of his breath and presence to wrap around you. You were on the tipping point. One more word, one more touch, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. You had denied this need for so long, too long.

“We shouldn’t—“ You muttered right before his lips pressed against your own.

As Erik pressed kiss after silky kiss to your lips you felt your walls falling. Kiss, there goes a brick, kiss, another brick, one after another until it was barley holding up. It was when you felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip that what was left officially crumbled. The guards you had spent a month building up were no more. You knew it in your heart, in the way your body careened towards his, that you were his. Putty in his hands, to do with whatever he wanted. And what he wanted, right here and right now, was you.

Erik gently bit your bottom lip, pulling it towards him. As he gently released it your eyes fluttered open. His hands cinched your waist, feeling your curves under your pencil dress.

“Tell me, what do you want huh? I can’t do nothin’ until those pretty lips say it,” He demanded, his fingers gripping you to emphasize his point.

“You, I want you.” You uttered, your mind already at the beginning stages of passion.

His tone was firm, needy, but firm, “Nah ma, imma need you to say my name.”

“Please… Erik, touch me,” you begged.

It was his name that finally pushed him into unrestricted motion. His right hand instantly went to your hair, the other angled your head, bringing your mouths clashing together. You felt his tongue gain entrance to yours, this time not holding back.

The more he explored your mouth the more he started to explore the rest of your body. It didn’t take long for his hands to firmly grip your ass, squeezing the flesh in his calloused hands. They traveled from your ass back up to your sides, feeling his way to the zipper on your dress.

Anywhere his hands went fire followed. Your body was already ignited, and he was the match, burning wherever he pleased. His fingers grazed your zipper while lips pressed against the shell of your ear, whispering, “Let me see you ma.”

You had barley nodded before he began undressing you, his rough pads following after the space he unzipped. The feeling of him on your revealed flesh created goosebumps, the back of your neck and your arms shivering as a result.

Erik noticed, and his gaze darkened, liking how quickly your body responded to his touch. He finished unzipping your tight dress and began to pull it down, his eyes following every inch of your newly exposed skin.

You helped him push it off. Now clad only in your black lace bra and thong. You hadn’t realized, but it wasn’t until Erik became king that you unconsciously started wearing tighter clothing and skimpier underwear.

Feeling self-conscience under his weighty gaze you began to cover yourself, becoming very aware of every scar, stretchmark, fat, and area of cellulite. You didn’t have a perfect body. You weren’t typically skinny and smooth. Your body was full of life, twenty-four years of life.

Erik noticed your worry and blocked your arms, stopping you from covering yourself, “Nah baby girl, your perfect,” he rebutted, his tongue licking his lips.

“I could eat that ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he followed in typical Erik fashion.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, his demeanor disarming you of your fears.

“Your turn,” you softly remarked as your gazed traveled from his face to his feet.

He reached his arms behind his head, grabbing the neck of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. His tied-up dreads shuffled as a result. Next his hands traveled to the button of his jeans, making sure he had your eye contact before he popped them open and pushed them down, kicking his shoes off as well.

Your gazes took in their fill of each other. Erik with his tall muscular body and keloid scars. Black, skin tight, boxers covering what you wanted most. Then there was you, quite a bit shorter than him, curvy and weightier in certain areas, stretchmarks and all. Black lace and heels being your only cover, the parts he wanted most.

As your heated gazes finally met each other’s you took the lead. You sauntered over to him, confident from the way he was lusting after you. You trailed your hands from his bumpy chest all the way down to the smooth dip in his hips, the area that made a perfect ‘v’. Your fingers curled into the top of his boxers, pulling his toned body to yours.

His mouth bent towards yours, diving back into the already explored territory. Your hands gripped into his back muscles as his lips traveled over to your neck. While his kisses distracted you, his fingers tugged at your bra, popping it open with ease.

A bit shocked at how swift he did that your brain began to wonder how many times he had done that. Erik pulled away just enough for your bra to drop between you, causing your mind to come back to the present. He took a moment to enjoy the view, one he had been fantasizing about for a while now. You, in a tiny little thong, heels, and nothing else standing before him… standing there waiting for his touch.

As he bent down your hand dug into the back of his head, feeling his dreads. You gripped harder the second his wet mouth attached itself to your nipple. He took his time, sucking it to a sharp point before he lightly pulled it between his teeth. This time earning both hands in his hair, you pushing his head to your untouched breast. As he moved to your other peak your mouth dropped and eyes slammed shut. If this is what he could do to just your soft peaks what would he do to your most sensitive area? You weren’t sure, but you definitely wanted to find out.

After he paid your upper region a generous amount of attention he began to travel south. You felt your thighs clench in anticipation. God, this felt just like your dream. Erik took his time, giving a kiss to each area of skin on his way down. It almost felt as if he would never get there, your legs were shaking in anticipation. His long fingers grabbed at each side of your barley there underwear, trailing it down and off your body. You were now naked before him, minus the heels of course.

“Erik, more, please, “ you cried, your fingers holding a death grip in his hair. You tugged a bit, hoping it would spur him on. From the moan leaving his lips it worked. He wasted no time in pushing your legs apart and slotting himself in-between.

Each of your inner thighs received a kiss before he parted your nether lips and took a long lick. You instantly rocked on your heels, attempting to keep yourself steady in your tall shoes. Noticing your disbalance Erik placed an arm around the back of each leg, holding you firmly against his mouth.

You had never been this wet in your life, not even in your dreams of you two. The boy was eating you out like you were his last meal. The more he licked the closer he got your clit, making your nerves quake in need. After giving the rest of your pussy a good amount of pleasure he finally, finally, reached your sacred bundle. He sucked it between his lips, flicking his tongue again and again. It didn’t even take a minute and you were on the edge of release, ready to tip over at any moment.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you managed to get out, right before your body spasmed, your pussy clenching over and over again, sending shock waves throughout your entire body.

You hadn’t realized you had collapsed until you came to and were held against Erik’s chest. The feeling of your skin on skin helping your mind clear. You could hear your breath coming in and out, the only sound apparent in the room.

“Mm, you good ma?” Erik asked, gathering your wetness off his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

Your breath was the only answer you could give, curling your fingers into his shoulders.

“Damn baby girl, you so sweet. I could live off that pussy,” He replied, a finite tone resounding.

Your hands moved back down to his boxers, giving them a sharp tug. He got to taste you, it was only fair that you got to return the favor. As you pushed his boxers down and off you looked up. His heaty gaze stayed on you, watching your every move. You drug your eyes down to his length. God damn. His dick was long, veiny, and so big. How the fuck was he supposed to fit in you? You quaked a bit in fear of him inside you. Him in your mouth however… you were salivating. Before you could second guess yourself, you gave him a long lick, starting at his base and moving to his tip. You saw his jaw muscle tighten, showing you, he liked where you were going with this.

It was when you slowly took his tip into your mouth, giving him soft sucks that his hand went to the back of your head, lightly guiding your movements. You started taking and more and more of him into your mouth, licking and fitting in all you could. When you realized that you couldn’t suck all of him your hand met where your mouth stopped. Just as it didn’t take long with you it clearly wasn’t going to with him either. His eyes were rolling in the back of his head when he pulled you off him.

“If you keep goin’ we ain’t going to have the real fun.” He said simply, pulling you up to him.

You wanted to kiss him—no, needed to kiss him. You needed just one last piece of reassurance before you fully gave into him. Your eyes held each other’s, “Please,” you whispered as your eyes switched between his and his lips, making it apparent what you needed.

Erik pulled your bodies flush together again, the skin on skin only heightening your delight when his lips gently connected to your own. You could taste your pleasure on his lips making you wonder if he could taste his on yours. You pulled away to get one more gentle kiss before your loaded gazes connected.

You looked at him questioningly, wondering which position he would take you in first. He had mentioned quite a few to be fair.

“You sure?” He asked one last time, “No backing out after this.”

“I want you, now.” You firmly answered back. You didn’t want to leave any room for doubts.

Erik bit his lip, your answer was music to his ears.

“Sit that pretty little ass on my throne baby girl, spread those legs for me.” He demanded.

You could feel every inch of his gaze as you followed his directions. The vibranium of the throne was cool against your heated skin. You parted your legs slowly, giving Erik a show. Each leg was placed on the handles of the throne, leaving you completely exposed.

As Erik treaded closer his gaze never wavered from your actions. His eyes followed your hand as you brushed it against your center teasingly. As soon as you touched yourself he started moving faster. His tall form leaking with desire.

Finally, in front of you, he dragged his leaking cock against your center, mixing your fluids to get you both ready. Your eyes sought each other’s as he slowly pushed in. Each of his hands gripped a knee, keeping himself stable against you. It wasn’t long after that your hands curled around his wrists, fingernails lightly digging into his soft skin.

“Think you can take all this? ‘Cuz I’m gonna give it to you ma,” Erik stated, slowly pushing more and more into you.

“Keep going,” you replied. You felt yourself resisting him, so you took a deep breath, allowing your body to relax. The more comfortable you got the more he was able push into you.

“Fuck,” he uttered, dragging the word out.

Every inch of his dick could be felt along your inner walls. His hips finally meeting yours.

The only sounds in the room were his hard pants and your soft moans. God, after so long you were finally getting what you had both wanted. With the instruction of your squeeze to his wrist he began to move, slowly at first, making sure you were able to get used to his size.

It only took a few strokes before your pussy was tightening around him and your moans were growing louder. Erik responded in kind, speeding up his thrusts to sync both of your desires.

In and out, in and out, in and out. You both kept a steady rhythm before you were crying for more. As soon as the desires slipped from your lips Erik sped up. At this point he was pounding into you so hard you were sure all of Wakanda knew what you were up to. The sounds of pleasures meeting, your bodies connecting, and your moans escaping wouldn’t fool anyone.

Your moans only got louder when you felt Erik’s thumb press against your sensitive nub, speeding up your pleasure. The combination of his finger and thrusts sent you into another world. It wasn’t long before your pussy was gripping his length, your nails were breaking his skin, and your vision was going blurry that you reached your edge. A long moan following right after. Your pleasure triggered his own. The feeling of you tightening and releasing over and over around him sent Erik overboard. He gave one final thrust before releasing inside of you. His chest heaving up and. When you came to you loosened your grip on his wrists and watched the end of his release. Erik’s eyes were screwed shut, his lip was in his mouth, and his grip on your legs were deadly. You enjoyed your view as he came down, eventually opening his eyes to meet yours.

As you both cooled down it didn’t take long for either of you to notice the shift in your relationship. Gone was professional pleasantries, well, at least on your end, and now there was a sense of connectedness. It was in that moment that, bite or no bite, you realized that you had done more than just fuck. You had created a mating bond, a rare bond for even the Black Panther to experience.

From the look on Erik’s face you could tell that he was realizing it too. Your bodies still connected and your gazes heavy, it was glaringly obvious that whatever had just happened was only the beginning.

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