#okoye imagines

[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 2:

We slowly moved inside, taking down guards one by one. Natasha secured the security room and Sam got the armory room.

Us 5 had successfully reached the entrance and the only thing we needed to enter was Nat’s signal of a clear path. “How are you guys doing?” I asked in the comms. “There are about 50 guards left inside. Klaue is at the top of the building,” Natasha informed us. “How’s our way inside looking?” I asked. “Just a second…” She said, clearly focused on what she was doing. “You’re clear, go get him.” “I’m planning on it.”

We made our way through each level quietly. Collected all the files we found, searching for Vibranium and Klaue.

In no time we were nearing the top floor. We were left with 7 men and Klaue. “You get the guards, I have Klaue,” I looked at the agents, and once they all nodded we broke in the door, not leaving a second for them to escape.

Our agents were on Klaue’s men quickly and I spotted Klaue at the other side of the room. “Sam get over here and collect the Vibranium, Nat get all their data from the main hardware, and send your team over here. I’ll get Klaue,” I said and ran to Klaue. As he saw me coming he held up a different-looking gun and he aimed at me. Kicked up a metal table and threw it at him, making him fall back into a door and roll down some stairs. I followed him to the stairway and before I got to him, he started running down the stairs. Sent a fireball in front of him, trying to stop him, but it didn’t bother him, and jumped over the burning area and continued running.

Trying to stop him I tried to fire at him but somehow he managed to run out of the building. I followed him closely and finally hit him with a fireball, making him fall to the ground. “Who are you working for? Who needs this much Vibranium?” I asked as I stood over the man. “A lot of people,” he said with a devilish smile. “Who are you providing this for?”

He looked behind me and the next second someone jumped at me, sending me about 100 feet away from Klaue. I rolled in the dirt making me cough. I looked up and saw a man in a black catsuit, helmet covering his head. “What the hell, man?” I got up and when I looked to Klaue’s way he was gone. “I lost Klaue,” I said in the comms. The cat man didn’t waste time and started punching me. I tried to block his moves, and when I grabbed his arm I burned him but it seemed he didn’t even notice. “Why are you stealing Vibranium?” He asked and I frowned. “Stealing? I’m trying to get it away from Klaue!” I explained while we kept fighting. “How do you know him?” He asked not even bothering to stop. “I’ve been after him for months, he’s supplying someone with Vibranium, I’m trying to find out who! Stop fucking punching me,” I said angrily and with a big kick I sent him back.

He got up and took his helmet off and my eyebrows shot up. “Aren’t you the Prince of Wakanda?” I asked and he frowned. “Yes, I am. And who are you?” He walked closer. “I’m Y/N Stark. I’m part of the Avengers.” His face dropped and looked where Klaue had been laying a couple of minutes ago. “I blew that up, didn’t I?” He asked and I spread my arms. “Yeah, kinda. This was the first time in 6 months that we had eyes on him, so thanks for that. Why did you even stop me?” I asked frustratingly. He seemed like he didn’t know the answer either. “I’m sorry, I thought you were with him.” “Y/N I think we found the person he’s supplying, you’re not gonna like this,” heard Sam over the comms. “Yeah, and I bumped into the Wankandan Prince. I’ll be there in a second,” I said then turned to the Prince. “If you’re after him, come with me,” I said and he nodded.

“So what is this cat thing? Are like a… Cat-Man?” I asked, not really sure what he was supposed to symbolize. “I’m the Black Panther. It’s been the protector of Wakanda for centuries, once I become king I’ll be the official Black Panther.” He explained. “Right and what’s your name?” “I’m T’Challa.”

Once we got up to where the team was I explained what happened and Natasha wasn’t happy at all to lose Klaue. “I can help you find Klaue if you hand over all the Vibranium you found so far. It belongs to Wakanda,” T’Challa said and Nat looked at me questioning if he was trustworthy. “That’ll work. Sam, what did you find?” I asked and he handed me some files. “Hadria Folks. She has an army of super soldiers with Vibranium armor. Klaue has been supplying her for the last 3 months,” he explained as I looked through the pictures of the armor and the amount of Vibranium she got her hands on. I looked at T’Challa and handed him the papers. “You’ve got a bigger problem than just stolen Vibranium.” He looked at the information splattered on the files and he glanced at me with a weird look. “Send your team home, you three come with me back to Wakanda, we’ll get to Klaue that way.”

We made our way to the Quinjet and I tapped Sam’s shoulder. “Take the files back to the Compound and look her up. We need every information we have on her. And look up this Black Panther guy too just to be sure,” I said and he sighed. “Why can’t I go with you? Wakanda must be so cool,” he whined and I chuckled. “You’ll get there, Wilson.”

Natasha and I followed T’Challa to his plane which looked very cool. “How did you lose Klaue?” Asked Natasha. “This guy jumped on me and when I got back up he was gone. I really hope he can get us to Klaue because if not I’m gonna be very angry.”

We got the plane and the technology was very advanced. It looked amazing. I stepped one step closer to a sand table and suddenly a blade was by my neck then I heard a gun being held up by someone. “I wouldn’t do that,” Natasha spoke and I carefully looked to my side to see the woman who was holding a long spear. I guess Natasha was holding a gun at her. “Okoye, they’re Avengers, lower your weapon,” T’Challa spoke and she took a look between Nat and I then pulled back the spear. I looked at Natasha and glanced at her gun, signaling that she should withdraw too. “Okoye, this is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Ladies, this is Okoye, the commander of the Dora Milaje,” introduced us, the Prince. “Dora Milaje?” I asked. “Special forces of Wakanda,” said the woman with a straight and intense look.

Once we got off Natasha and I sat down, she still looked very unimpressed with the situation. “It’s gonna be fine, trust me,” I said to her and she just sighed, and I saw the look she gave me and it seemed she was trying to make an effort. “I trust you, not them,” said Natasha, and I put my hand on her thigh in a second, slightly squeezing. “Natalia, we know about Wakanda and they are trustworthy,” I explained and she looked at me with a tense expression. “She held a spear to your neck, Y/n.” “She didn’t know who we were.” Natasha sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I really hope you’re right.”

***

As soon as the jet landed T’Challa went ahead and then us two, Okoye followed behind. When we all reached the ground, I saw the King and Queen of Wakanda with two other women, one younger than all of us. “Baba,” he bowed slightly, then looked at us. “This is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff, Avengers,” he said and we bowed too. “King T’Chaka, a pleasure to meet you,” I said and he nodded. “Likewise, welcome to Wakanda.” “Thank you, didn’t think this would be the reason for our first visit,” I said and he nodded. “Yes, it’s very unfortunate. In the meantime, this is my wife Ramonda, and my daughter, Shuri. And Nakia, member of the War Dogs, also the girlfriend of my son,” said the King, and T’Challa was quick to get flustered. “Now, I think we should get to work,” T’Challa said, trying to avoid the topic.

***

We made contact with Sam at the Compound and as he was on video call with us, we saw all the information on Klaue from what T’Challa and the others had so far. “We unintentionally found one of Klaue’s hiding places around six months ago. He had a full cabinet of Vibranium but we didn’t know who he was at the time. Then we went after him and retrieved over 100 million dollars worth of Vibranium in the last six months. And today was our first time locating such a big amount that led us to Klaue. Then we found out why he needs this much. Sam, what did you find?” I looked at him on the screen and the next second he sent over everything on the bigger screen in the room. “Hadria Folks, ex-KGB. She has approximately 15 super soldiers with Vibranium armor and weapons. There were multiple attacks in Europe, but nobody got them in time. Police can’t handle them obviously and Folks haven’t been seen in 2 months. Her station is said to be in Siberia, a familiar place, don’t you think?” Sam said and I looked at him immediately. “He’s not there,” I said, crossing my arms. “Who’s not there?” Asked Nakia and I just kept staring at the screen. “Another super soldier, he was a Hydra weapon until we got him and now he is hiding, keeping himself off the radar. Maybe he could help us,” I said and Sam interfered quickly. “We couldn’t locate him for a while now, how are we planning to do this?” He asked. “You haven’t been able to locate him. He sent me a letter about two weeks ago, saying he was in Romania. He’ll know where to find her. Nat and I will go to Romania, get Barnes and you find Klaue. I’ll get you all the Vibranium we retrieved. Are you familiar with super soldiers?” I turned to the Wakandans. Shuri typed it into her computer then multiple images came up on the screen. One particular picture is of James. “Captain America is one of them, right?” Asked Nakia. “Yes.” “Why not get him involved with this?” T’Challa suggested. “He’s got other stuff to deal with. And besides, I think we’ll be just fine doing this.”

After some discussion, they flew us back to the Compound and I was ready to go home. I really thought that this could be a promising opportunity for us to get more allies and maybe get James out of hiding.

“When will you pick up Rina?” Walked into my office Natasha but stopped at the door. “Dad picked her up already. I asked him and Pepper to watch her for a while. I don’t know how long this thing will last,” I explained and packed up all my stuff, ready to leave. “So, you’ll be alone?” She asked with a gentle but clearly seductive tone. My eyes lifted in her and the smirk on her face was undeniable. I began to walk past her and before I stepped out of the room, I looked her up and down. “Care to join?” Natasha didn’t answer, she just grabbed onto my hand and kissed me on the lips. “Great choice.”

[mamajanky]

Imagining an Attoye Au where Okoye is a captain of a pirate ship and in the middle of a battle or storm she gets thrown overboard and Attuma is a merman or another mystic creature that saves her😍

It could take a dark turn and he could take her back to his cove and keep her as a gift from the sea or something idk…sigh

[attoye]

Happy anniversary to this gorgeous pair, and to Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever!

Mother Danai 💜 x Father Alejandro 🖤

[dontruinmymorning]

ATTOYE HC

Okoye and Attuma had an intense one night stand that they agreed to never acknowledge again. Until Okoye falls pregnant.

This fic would be AU in that they meet without the war but they’re not exactly close.

Attuma comes top side from time to time with Namor when he had meetings, but it wasn’t consistent.

At a celebration Okoye and Attuma get drunk and do the do.

Okoye finds out she’s pregnant but decides to keep it to herself. She has no idea how it will affect her child’s DNA, but she didn’t want to broadcast it to anyone. Only Shuri was aware of the child’s true paternity just so she can run tests and provide some answers.

Attuma has not really been top side in the last few months so Okoye figured it will be simple to keep it from him. It was a one time thing and he didn’t ask to be tied down to a surface dweller despite them being allies.

But all that goes to shit when she bumps into Namora one day and Namora looks at her curiously. She began sniffing the air around Okoye until she seemed to figured out what it is she smelled. Her eyes widened as Okoye looked at her apprehensively.

“You’re pregnant?” Namora asks with force.

For the first time in a while Okoye is speechless and just gapes like a fish.

That seems to be enough confirmation for Namora because she moves on and says, “Attuma is the sire.” And only Okoye’s extensive training stops her from fainting on the spot.

Okoye never accounted for the Talokan enhanced abilities…

Can you imagine ????? LOL

[bestfriend491]

Hateful Love

Okoye x Female Reader

Summary: You and Okoye have a different appraoch to love. One that tends to look like hate when being challenged. Few people see the layers under that. Only the two of you personally know how deep the love runs

Word count: 5.9k

Authors Note: Guess who's back? 🤭

Slightly Angsty, with fluff ending

Warnings: Minor Injury

Subtle Love is an unknown realm full of possibilities. A kind of love that is never talked about. Repeatedly misunderstood and misinterpreted as a lack of love. Though it's often the strongest internal builder of most healthy relationships.  

The average life consists of many forms of love. Puppy Love, Toxic Love, Struggle Love and so on. They all come with their own benefits and detriments. Usually sub- sections of the average love story. 

They all build up to become society’s standard of what love should be. 

Good Love. 

The type of love that comes with romantic grand gestures and constant compatibility. The type of love that comes with no problems. 

But Good Love isn’t real. No relationship comes without problems. And in that same breath, not all problems can be fixed with grand actions. 

It’s the subtle things that matter. The soft kisses of reassurance.. The consistency in trust and honesty. The open nature of the communication with the person, or people in which one has chosen to love. 

Subtle Love is filled with subtle things. Ones that only showed their purpose in the later stages, when families have been established, and the foundation to it all has been put down thoroughly enough to securely be able to deal with troubling situations as one unit. 

It’s the type of love that Redeh didn’t grow up with. 

Her parents, like most, strived to achieve the graceful look of Good Love. With great effort, they tried to make sure that everyone thought that they loved each other. More effort being put into the public persona than in the physical relationship itself. 

It took a toll on them both after years of pretending, resulting in a nasty divorce that lacked reasoning but was filled with resentment. 

By her tenth year of existence, Redeh routinely witnessed the two fighting about anything that their senseless heads could think of. It was a situation that no child should have had to be a part of. A type of love that a kid should never have been exposed to in the first place. 

Before the concept of being alive ever came to be fully grasped, Redeh was a mediator. The devil’s advocate that came between her parents. Never getting an explanation as to how it all fell apart. Only seeing joy followed by immediate sorrow.

It was an unending, thankless job that haunted her childhood and often affected her in her newfound adulthood. It was the one thing that Redeh feared most. Losing the spark that lit under a relationship as soon as an inconvenient problem arose. Even when she wasn’t with a single person, she feared that one thing.

Good Love.

Many people were the same. Witnessing the early signs of Good Love in childhood, never learning how to communicate meaningfully. They learned that the synchronisation that came with being in love only stayed existent as long as problems remained non-existent. And when those problems refused to continue hiding themselves, the relationship turned permanently sour. 

There were thick lines that labelled what healthy relationships consisted of. Ones that Redeh took most of her adolescence learning for her own sake. She tried to memorise all the ways that relationships could work. Every scenario where the lines would possibly be crossed and blurred and how to see other healthy relationships in a positive way.

She often struggled. The trauma that being raised by unloving parents always warping her ability to ever believe that Subtle Love could ever exist. 

The only rolemodels that she had were the movies that she watched. The ones that showed the natural, and sometimes ethically questionable love stories where all the hardships came before the couples would even get together. It taught her that that was the only way to get Good Love. Having all the problems appear at the beginning of it all. 

These movies became her solace. Her safe haven. Her expectation for how she would find her love in the coming years. 

They were also her downfall. The sole reason for her struggle in grasping how love truly worked now that she was no longer in the presence of her parents on a daily basis. 

They were an unrealistic expectation wrapped with a fake ribbon. 

For Good Love did not equate to Concrete Love. Revealing itself to be only another sub-section in the perfect love story. 

Subtle Love was what she craved, but because she had yet to discover that that was an option, she knew of only one love that came with conflict before the final storm.

Hateful Love.

Redeh stood in her all but tall form. Staring at the mirror that captured her in her new uniform. Her Dora Milaje uniform. The uniform that was of the utmost importance to her as she wore it. 

After a decade of not having a clue where life would take her, and another one where all she could think of for her future was the life she’d live as a Dora. She was finally going on her first non-group mission with only her and her successors. 

The news having come only days before; she’d crossed her fingers and hoped that she’d be the one chosen. When her name was called, excitement washed over her and she became fully ready to observe the two best Doras in action. She was  even ready to offer help wherever she could, no matter how nerve wracking it became.

Though nervous, due to not having her fellow new Doras there to help cover her mistakes if needed, she knew that she was right where she needed to be. So she walked. Out of her home and straight to the official Wakandan Hangar by the palace, where unsurprisingly she was the second person there. 

Second to General Okoye. 

“Redeh.” the General spoke, offering her greetings as she looked down at her beads, analysing something on its screen. 

“General Okoye.” she returned, failing to hide her excitement. 

Okoye cracked a smile as she saw her, remembering the first time that she was hand picked from her group to join the more experienced Doras in combat. 

She briefly told the girl what would be expected of her for the day. A threat in some unoccupied land between Wakanda and a neighbouring nation, being the main issue. The queen had offered to investigate in representation of both nations, with a small group of Wakanda's fighters. 

“We’re not fully sure what we're getting ourselves into so make sure that you stay fully aware of your surroundings out there. We won't be able to make sure that you're safe the entire time.”

“Of course. General.” she quickly said, the realisation of how real the situation was having fully set in for her. 

The General nodded, content with her answer. They continued briefly going through everything, up until Ayo showed up, just as serious as Okoye, and ready for what was coming. 

Seeing her 2 biggest inspirations looking at her with full faith and trust put a drive in her that nothing else could. They knew that she had something in her. Surprising Redeh everytime they looked at her. No one else ever had that look. Not even her own self. 

Looking around and walking towards a quinjet like she was ready to go, Okoye was stopped by Ayo, who looked utterly perturbed.

“General wait! Where’s Y/n?” she asked her. 

Redeh stood between the two, having never been aware of you coming with them. Apparently the other two had left that out of her briefing. 

Her heart raced now. You, being one of Wakanda’s best armourers, almost never physically went on missions with the Dora, only supplying them with their best weapons. 

All occasions where you were physically there were well-known missions where you and the General, an extremely powerful couple, worked together to beat the worst of people. What you two had, it was the true definition of Good Love. something she aspired to achieve.  

She watched the other two Adored Ones look at each other, Okoye struggling to make a definite statement about where you were, though she must have been with you earlier. 

Then she started, "She's actually not- " 

“-I'm here!" your voice came from a distance, as you happily made your way to them.

Redeh smiled as you crossed your arms in salute to her before happily looking at the others. 

She looked at the General’s face, hoping to see the look of utter bliss that often consumed the faces of the people who were with the ones that they loved in real life. Or at least, in the movies...

To her dismay, there was none of that. Instead came a harsh, “You're late.” from Okoye. One of almost disbelief. 

You quickly dismissed her. 

“Oh what will the world do now? Y/n was five minutes late.” You said calmly, gaining an intense eye roll from Okoye. 

The other three went on into the quinjet, leaving Redeh a bit thrown aback. That had never been in the movies. It was always a peaceful, almost surreal reunification. Not one filled with mixed emotions. And although she knew that her mission wasn’t to analyse this new rule to love, she was enthralled by it. It was so much like her parents, but also not at all like it too. It was a moment that she wanted context for, because there had to have been a before. 

By the calling of her name, she realised that she had gotten distracted, and everyone else had gone into one of the jets, and were patiently waiting for her to do the same. 

With the jet's engine's still off  for the meantime, the 4 sat on one side of its double seated benches, looking at the briefing that had been sent to all of them via Okoye. 

The tense moment picking up where it left off, you spoke about what you’d brought with you to assist in the missions. 

“I don't get how this decision was made. Taking you on a mission.” Okoye whispered, barely letting it out of her lips. It was your turn to roll your eyes, though it was more of a half-roll. 

“You said it yourself. We don’t know what we might encounter. Queen Ramonda thought it would be better to bring me if it’s more than we think it is. Now can you just read the briefing?”

Mouth hanging open, Redeh tried to keep her eyes on her screen, too confused to even attempt mediation. 

‘Something’s wrong.’ she thought, knowing how kind you both were to others. She reminded herself of all the good memories she had with you both. The two of you were far from toxic. But thinking of it, the two of you, although having a very public relationship, never talked about the true ins and outs of it. 

It was easy to forget that you were together if she didn’t constantly remind herself of the fact. Or maybe you just weren’t. 

Either way, there was tension. And it was especially evident when you made your next suggestion. 

“I’ll be in one of my aircrafts, watching out from above. If I see anything I’ll go down to help.” you said. A completely reasonable suggestion. 

"That sounds good." Redeh said, trying to show that she was actively participating. Still, she looked around for Ayo’s approval, just to make sure that she wasn’t completely off the mark. 

Ayo gave her a slight nod, not fully dedicated to the idea. Redeh raised her brows, unsure as to how this was a bad idea. That was until she saw Okoye’s face. 

"No." the General said bluntly. 

You were the only one shocked by this. "No? What do you mean no?" 

"You're not gonna be up there by yourself." 

This was a fight. Redeh knew it, and despite her better judgement telling her not to, she couldn’t stop from at least asking. 

"Are the two of you okay?" This did not defuse the situation at all, but Redeh could tell that she wasn’t fully aware of everything going on. 

"It’s my machine! You should feel honoured that I'm willing to use it."

"I feel sick, actually." 

The sound of a gasp was all that came from the otherwise silent space. Redeh covered her mouth when she realised that she was the owner of said gasp. 

Ayo stood up, making her way to the front of the jet, where she prepared to start flying. In total embarrassment, the young adult that still had her hand over her mouth followed her, sitting in a co-pilot spot, even though she knew that she wasn’t going to be helping in the flight department , her skills in the sky being her only struggle in training. 

She turned to look behind her large chair, catching a glimpse of the couple she’d left still sitting together. 

Something was said, or at least she thought it was, because Okoye swatted your hand away when you tried to hold her hand. You looked beyond hurt at that. 

The overwhelming resemblance of her parents made her turn away, directing her gaze to the pilot now. This couldn’t be the love that she constantly heard that the two had. Where were those grand gestures she knew of?

"Are they still together?" she asked, being sure that the two of you could very well have broken up. That would explain a lot. 

"Yes." Ayo said bluntly, confusion laced in her eyebrows. 

"Are they always like this or is there some big fight that I'm not aware of?" Redeh went on to ask. 

"They're usually like this." 

That answer was baffling to her. 

"But they don't hate each other."

"Bast, no. They love each other.” 

Redeh, crossed her arms, reluctant to believe those words. She was no expert but that kind of love was far from familiar to her. Not in a good context anyway. That was the ‘love’ of exes if she knew anything about it. It was Hateful Love. 

Ayo noticed the young woman struggling to understand what was truly going on, and not wanting to scare her off, didn’t tell the full truth about the small change in demeanour that you and Okoye had only moments before.

“Look. Different people show their love publicly in different ways. They’re not like that when they’re alone. Trust me. The love that they like to keep more secret is less tense.”

Turning again, she saw you closer to Okoye, reading from her screen. 

“Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” the General said to you. 

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll just stop breathing.”

“Thank you, that’ll be very helpful.”

For a split second they looked at Redeh and she quickly turned back for the last time. 

"If you say so." she said to Ayo. 

In the 2 hours that passed coming through to the height of the mission, Redeh couldn't help but be doubtful of the validity of your relationship. Even though she knew that it was none of her concern. 

From the beginning there was constant bickering between the two of you. 

You were able to get your way in regards to your aircraft. Something that even hours later, Okoye was seemingly upset about. 

While you were in the sky, Okoye constantly said things through her earpiece that made it clear where she stood on the issue. 

When you realised that the issue that was taking place on the land was a rebellion group that was causing complete destruction, you activated the weaponry that you’d given the other 3 to help them defend themselves beyond their spears. Another thing that Okoye wasn’t too fond of. 

Though they helped, you felt like there was no other choice than to go down there yourself. You had more experience with more helpful weapons and you thought you could help more on the ground now that you knew what you were working with. 

“I'm coming down!” you said, already lowering the aircraft while you unbuckled and prepared to jump down when you were close enough. 

“No!” Okoye yelled instantaneously. 

“I have to!” 

“Y/n! Now is not the time to be trying to prove something. Stay on the plane!” Okoye yelled, as she struggled to take down the clutter of rebels on the left. Redeh and Ayo stayed silent fighting for their lives on opposite sides. 

Not even a minute later, your jet was nearly on the ground and you were practically flying out of it.

Surprisingly, you landed on your feet. The noise of it bringing the attention to you. 

Half a dozen rebels ran towards you, ready to attack. 

Just like before, you didn’t hesitate to get to work. You tried to go for them all at once ,your impressive weapon skills prompting more to want to approach you, their interest being in the ultra-powerful hydrogen blaster that worked effortlessly with the use of vibranium. 

It all went downhill as 2 more dozen rebels approached you, and you were being surrounded.

"You've got to be kidding me." Okoye said, running headfirst into the madness with Ayo and Redeh close behind.. 

The battle was a blur for the latter. The only thing resonating with her being the glares that Okoye shot at you whenever she got a split second to. 

At some point the rebels had stopped gathering around you, as they all laid on the ground, severely injured. 

Your  job was soon done, with minimal casualties. 

When Ayo went up to Redeh, and told her “well done.” She couldn't even remember what she had contributed to the event, only remembering a few significant fights with a handful of rebels. 

Regardless of memory, she was glad that she's done well in Ayo’s eyes. Her first day was more than a success

Walking back to the quinjet, her mind still worked, feeling unfulfilled in her analysis of you and Okoye. She’d easily gone to protect you when you were surrounded, though you’d constantly done things that seemingly annoyed her the entire day. And when she was done, the tension rang just as strong as at the beginning of the day. 

“I think it’s broken.” your voice rang in her head, causing her to turn her head to look at you and Okoye walking a few steps behind them. 

“Of course it is.” Okoye responded. 

She turned back again, looking at Ayo with a face that was still concerned.

All Ayo did was smile. Smile like she knew something that nobody else did. 

And she did. She knew that the entire day's events were all symbols of love. Subtle Love. 

Subtle love is a form of love that is never talked about. The feelings that surround it often fully authentic. Not artificially created for the approval of others. 

Just like a lot of hate, it often lives unconfronted. Whether known or not, it stays under the wraps, softly undisturbed. 

It’s the kind of love that is open to all. Fully welcoming and accommodating. The kind that holds a safe space where full transparency and vulnerability can be openly expressed without the fear of judgement. 

It’s the major things expressed in small ways. The “love” proclamations. The physical and emotional holding of one’s partner. The tears of confession. The late night conversations. All happening in a single moment that only those present get to and want to share. 

It is the kind of love that outsiders often can never decipher, but it is one of the closest forms of Concrete Love.

It’s not the kind of love that Okoye or you grew up in. The paths leading up to your relationship having many different examples of love and the dynamics that came with it. There was good and bad with all of them, as they showed you what you wanted and needed and also what you wanted to be kept far away from you. 

Subtle love only came into the picture when the two of you collided, When the two of you realised that the only people you wanted were each other and when you realised that that meant dealing with every hurdle that you faced individually, together. 

It came into the picture when you realised that Okoye had many things to say to you about how she felt, but struggled to get it out in the presence of others or with great gifts that were

-other than materialy- quite useless . 

It came into the picture when Okoye realised that around others you were open and friendly but often put their feelings above your own and you needed help stopping yourself before it went too far. 

It helped the two of you navigate through the first 2 years of being together and after the two of you became a known couple, it only became needed more. 

The fun part about it was that there was no pressure to constantly implement it, but the comfort of having it made your relationship feel much more in sync. 

Almost completely unspoken words were quickly decoded when you were in public, and both of you slowly stopped hesitating to ask for help or  space, knowing that with that you could fully let go of the expectations that people brought with them for your relationship because of the love you had.  

It made it easy to have completely different conversations behind closed doors, while also quietly continuing those words as the day went on without people being easily able to know exactly what was being said and what was meant. 

This love carried weight in its natural existence, but it also made every moment meaningful. 

Meaningful enough to be able to bicker in public without heavy words accidently being thrown out where all eyes could see. 

It was the perfect grounds to safe communication, and to getting the best out of a relationship.

Subtle Love often got mistaken for Hateful Love. But it was always quite the contrary. 

Hours before the mission. 

Heavy weighted material closed off the access to cool air to your body as you awoke from  soft noise. 

You felt instant warmth from this material, like the atmosphere was giving you a soft hug. Attempting to lull you back to sleep.

Feeling hands gently placing themselves around you, you opened your eyes.

Irises of warm brown stared back at you, more aware that you were awake than aware that you were staring back at them. They brought a welcoming hello with them. A silent serenade. 

They were owned by the same body that possessed the arms that wrapped around you.

Okoye. 

“Morning, my love.” came the words from the lips that you’d unconsciously been staring at. 

No words came out of yours. Your mind still fully absorbing her presence, and the gift that it was. 

She’d placed a previously fallen blanket on you; you’d come to realise. Tucking you in before she left to tend to her General duties. 

You gently lifted your arms out of the tight hold that she’s put them in. 

Feeling warm enough knowing that she was there with you, you proceeded to move the rest of your body out of the blanket's grip, eventually lifting your body up to sit. 

Stable in your position, you pulled her towards you. Your eyes and hers met and locked, refusing to let go of each other. All you could do was smile, the peace that you felt bringing joy with it every time. 

Aeons passed before another word was spoken. 

“You have to go?” you asked, though you knew the answer already. 

“Mhm,” Okoye responded, bringing you into an embrace now that you were fully aware of what was happening. 

“You smell good.” 

She laughed, turning to kiss your forehead, before looking at you directly again. 

“I’ll be gone for a while. You should sleep in. You looked really tired yesterday.” she said.

You gazed at her in question. “I should sleep in?” 

She nodded, clearly oblivious to the information that  both you knew and her clearly knew too. 

“Okoye…” you started, making sure that she didn’t try to avoid your gaze at you. She looked at you, guilt written all over her face. 

“Yes.”

“Are you trying to make me late?” 

“Ini (What?)!” she lied through her lips but the rest of her face gave her away. 

“Ujaxoka (You’re lying.)" you said through a grin, more of a funny statement than an accusation.

She performed her best fake gasp, “Njani ( How?)” 

You laughed, in complete disbelief that her act was still continuing. She joined in, knowing that she’d been caught but happy to entertain you. 

“I already got the call from Queen Ramonda, Okoye.” you said, shifting over to allow her room to lay with you in bed. 

She opted to lay on your legs, her face looking directly up at you while you played with her hands.

A heavy sigh left her system and the mini suns that you knew as her eyes grew darker than usual. 

“Why don’t you want me to go?” you asked. Now avoiding direct eye contact because that would make it harder for her to want to tell you. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“My entire job consists of working with weapons. I’m always in danger of getting hurt.” you tried to reason. 

“I know,” she sighed, lacing your hand into hers properly before kissing it, “But it’s different when you’re just making weapons by yourself. I don’t want you fighting and getting hurt.”

Then she added, “You get reckless sometimes.”

“I’ll be safer this time.” 

“You won’t” 

“I will!” 

“You won’t, Y/n. You say you will every time but when we get there you’ll lose yourself in the battle and forget that you ever said that.” 

You stayed quiet, knowing that she was right. You did have a bad track record of putting yourself in situations that were dangerous despite promising not to. 

Still in your train of thought, Okoye began to get up. 

“I’ll tell everyone that you’re sick and then you'll be able to sleep in.” 

She looked at you with pleading eyes. Your lack of response leaving a big question in the room. 

She couldn’t wait for an answer, but gave you a kiss on the lips, promising not to be too upset if you chose to go after her. 

“Okay,” you said into the open, unaware that she had heard you.

Waiting a while before getting ready, you debated whether you should've texted her saying that you were coming, but eventually settled on just showing up and dealing with the consequences later. 

When you arrived with a smile wrapped around your face, you saw her grow tense. 

“You’re late.” she said bluntly. Not wanting to confront the matter in front of Ayo, and especially not in front of the new Dora that was to accompany the three of you. 

You went for a childish dig, claiming that five minutes wasn’t much in any case.

Though she looked mad, you still saw the hurt that shone through her eyes. Not tears, but a defeated lowering of her gaze telling you all that you needed to know. 

Her words came off more harsh than your usual banter did, and you knew that a line was crossed. 

“I’m sorry.” you mouthed to her, pleading for her to accept it or at least take it in. You really were, but you also wanted to keep her safe. And with the direct request of attendance coming from the queen herself, it was only right for you to show up and do your job.

Okoye knew this. She wasn’t new to what your job entailed, but she sure wished you could be kept away from all the possible danger. She gave you a side nod, acknowledging your words but showing that she was still a bit unsettled and maybe even upset by the dishonesty. 

As you went onto the jet, and the young woman that was to join you stayed staring into the open, you figured she was going through her own thing. 

Next came the whisper. “I don't get how this decision was made. Taking you on a mission.” she breathed out. 

She was in panic mode and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was directed towards herself more than at you but you felt the need to try to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. 

“Sthandwa sam.” you whispered more effectively than she had. 

“You said it yourself. We don’t know what we might encounter. Queen Ramonda thought it would be better to bring me if it’s more than we think it is. Now can you just read the briefing?” The last part was your plea to her. One that would hopefully get you somewhere in the long day. Or at least off the ground. 

She continued at your request, a worried expression escaping her every time she saw your name written with an instruction to do anything at all. 

Seeing this worry, you knew it was a bad idea to suggest flying alone. 

“No.” she said. 

“What do you mean no?” you knew exactly what she meant. You’d made a promise, and breaking that a couple hours after its creation wouldn’t make her feel like she could trust you with things like that. 

When Redeh asked if the two of you were okay, you admittedly let your tongue slip. 

"It’s my machine! You should feel honoured that I'm willing to use it."

"I feel sick, actually." 

A gasp was let out and the two dora that sat next to you left for the front of the jet, leaving you to talk. 

“Okoye, I-” you started. 

You went for her hand, and she was quick to swat it away, a reflex. Immediately she linked legs with you -a way for her to show that she wanted you to stay close. and tried to get herself to calm down. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried.”

“I know. I’m sorry for lying about not coming.”

“I‘ll be safe, I promise.” you finished. 

“And I’ll be there when you change your mind.” you both laughed at this, knowing that that was the more realistic plan. 

The rest of the trip to your destination was just filled with banter.

“Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” she said, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll just stop breathing.” 

“Thank you, that’ll be very helpful.”

Your gaze went back to Redeh’s seat where she watched the encounter in dismay. 

Locking eyes with Okoye, you both couldn’t help but start chuckling at the clear misunderstanding. 

“She’s gonna think we hate each other.” Okoye said, finally taking your hand now that things were back to normal. 

“Most people already think that. I’m sure a lot of them think we called it quits a while ago.” 

She agreed, realising that besides Ayo, most people refrained from mentioning you to Okoye or her to you. Assuming that the two of you were no longer an item. 

You never confronted them on their assumptions, enjoying the fewer questions that came in about your relationship. 

When you saw the rebels approaching from all ends of the land, you had to think quickly. 

Your banter with Okoye stopped and you became serious, noting that you didn’t have many options to choose from. If you shot from above they’d target your plane and wreck it, putting you at risk of crashing. 

You had to help from the ground, much to Okoye’s displeasure. 

“I’m gonna jump down there!” you said through your earpiece 

“What! No!” your love spoke almost the second you finished saying it. 

“I have to!”

“No, you don’t!” 

“Okay fine. I want to do it.“ 

“Y/n stay in the-” before she could finish, you were on the ground and attracting the rebels attention. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you heard as you became trapped in a circle of rebels ready to fight you. 

In true Y/n fashion, you charged for them all, the cause and effect being a sharp fall and a nearly irreversible demise. 

Okoye was by your side alongside the others, and although the “I told you not to jump.” was on the tip of her tongue, she refrained. Her instinctive need to protect you coming before her need to be right. 

When it was all over, you made your way to her. 

Slowly, you walked to the jet with her nudging; her shoulder with your own once you caught up to her. 

"See. Told you I would be safe." 

"I can see you limping." she looked down at your left foot, where she could clearly see you trying not to put weight on it. 

You relented, getting rid of your act and limping more consistently. The pain was excruciating. 

“I think it’s broken.” 

Okoye stopped dead in her tracks. "Of course it is." 

Inspecting your face for any indication that you were overreacting. When she couldn't find any, she was quick to lift you up bridal style, not wanting any pressure being placed on the offending ankle. 

You watched her walking with you, smiling up at her. 

“You look rather pleased with yourself.”

"I am." you continued to smile.

When Redeh looked back to see you being carried by Okoye, with a bright smile on your face, she felt a sigh of relief. Not at your injury, but at how content the both of you looked in your moment of chaos. 

You weren’t like her parents after all. Or like any couple she’s ever seen. After seeing you at your worst (though she knew far worse had most-likely happened before), she’d expected one of you to stop trying, or stay angry forever. She didn’t expect to see organised disruption.

Even as you flew back to the city, and Okoye determined that you had indeed broken a part of your ankle. It was calm. There was synchronisation even when there were problems. 

You threw in your jokes here and there, “Who could have predicted that?” Okoye rolling her eyes at you. 

It was reassuring, seeing how subtle the obvious love could be. How well it worked for the two of you. How almost therapeutic it was. 

Her ideas of love always came in pictures of no complication at all, but seeing the smiles plastered on your faces made her feel just as excited as any grand gesture she’d ever seen would have.. 

Looking at Ayo she smiled for the first real time that entire day. “They’re good for each other.” 

Her successor looked at her fondly. “They are.”

And on the other side of the Quinjet, where you laid with your foot supported upright for the trip back, you gazed up at your favourite 2 things again. 

Your suns. Warm and full of life. Staring down at you. They made your pain go away -even if only theoretically-.

They told you everything you needed to know about their owner. They exposed every soft spot that she had for you. They were your symbol of subtlety. 

“I love you.” you said to the woman who held you. 

“I love you more.” she planted a peck on your forehead, before laying her head against the back of her seat, closing those eyes for a while. 

[ppawmpkin]

Weak

Nakia x Black Fem Reader

This is just a lil something from my head, it’s just you being such a softy for Nakia and her knowing so and making good use of it.

“nakia, baby no. i don’t feel like going tonight, love.” you said, grabbing both her hands in yours and placing a chaste kiss on both of them. you could see the disappointment written all over her pretty face, the slight pout on her soft lips highlighted by the full moon that was surely adorning her. she didn’t know what else to do to convince you further, i mean sure she had been short notice on the matter but still, who wouldn’t want to bask in the beauty of the arts as if there was no tomorrow?

“it’s just an art showcase, sthandwa sami. you’ll barely have to speak to anyone, if you even have to at all. i want nothing more than my wife there with me so we can enjoy it together.” she said, placing her hand on your chin so that you eyes could see the pure sincerity behind hers. it was something she always did when she wanted you to truly feel what she was saying. you could feel yourself weakening at her words, you wanted to at least stand on your no for twenty minutes. but at this rate, would you even each ten minutes before she had you right in the palm of her hands?

it was how she knew exactly what to say or do to break your resolve and make you do whatever she wanted of you. you’d be lying if you sad you didn’t do it happily, with a smitten smile across your lips. even if all your friends honed on how she could turn you into a puddle of mush with just her words. “ill go to the next one with you, my love. just please, i want to be in bed tonight.” you whined, snuggling even more closer to the warm covers that were practically begging you to sink yourself under them. “you have all of tomorrow and the next day to be in bed with me.” she smiled coyly, the implication not slipping past you one bit.

you tensed a little at her boldness, something that even after years you still couldn’t help but react the same to. she laughed, finding herself amused at your reaction to her words. she used that as leverage, your wife inching her body closer to yours. making it so that your lips were centimeters apart from her own. “kia, i know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” you said, but even you didn’t sound so certain of your own resistance. did you even have faith in yourself?

the answer became apparent when her lips touched yours and you found yourself so caught up in the moment, that you could barely feel her hand pressing you down so that she could straddle you. “please. please. pleaseeee.” she said, each please followed by a quick kiss to on your lips. “ill make it worth your while, my love.” she says, her tone of voice leaving little to the imagination. she guided your hands to her hips, her eyes low as she stared at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. and you melted, fast.

her kisses soliciting small moans from you. “kia.” you dragged, being completely at her mercy at this point. she loved it too, dragging her finger down your chest. “so?” she asked but the smile on her face showed that she knew the answer. you rolled your eyes lightheartedly. “so what are we wearing?” you said, completely and utterly swooned, brown eyes glazed over with wanting. she giggled softly, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “mhm, there’s my girl.” she hummed.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

The Gods's Vengeance Peter Parker x Reader Part 1: The Beginning

Dear Y/N

On the behalf of the admissions committee, it is my honor and privilege to notify you that you have been accepted to New York University, and the class of 2024. Congratulations!

You couldn't help the little jump for joy while reading the acceptance letter. All of your hard work in secret paid off, and for a second part of you had wished. You were sharing this news with your closest friends and family. People who were supposed to be by your side in moments like these celebrating your accomplishments alongside you. But no you had to do everything behind closed doors, and sneak around everyone’s back to make this possible.

Well not everyone's back

You didn't hear or see her coming. The letter was snatched out of your hand, and it didn't matter how fast your reflexes were. A year of extensive training under Wakanda's greatest warriors made her faster. M'Bali danced out of your reach cackling as you whirled around with pouty eyes.

"Well would you look at this" she began reading over the letter. A teasing grin stretched across her face. "Little y/n actually got into the little American school."

You snickered. "M'Bali you're only two years older than me, and NYU is one of the greatest school in the country. Do you know how low the acceptance rate is? It is a-"

"Yeah yeah yeah it's one of the most prestigious schools in existence, and they have a history of crushing kids's dreams. I don't need a history lesson nerd" M'Bali said cutting you off.

"M'Bali" You growled her name as a warning to not keeping pushing her limits. It didn't matter she was probably the only reason you were even able to apply to the school without your mother finding out. You still weren't going to take her crap.

"So what now?" She asked moving across the living room into the conjoined dining room. M'Bali yanked a chair out from under the table to plop down into it, and kicked her feet up. Getting comfortable as if this was her home.

You shook your head at the lack of manners from her. This home was neither yours or hers, but instead the house belonged to one of her friends. The boy who was crushing hard on her had let you use his address as your own. When sending out your portfolio to NYU, so when the school did send a letter. It wouldn’t come to your own home which would've brought this entire operation down. The mail always goes directly to your mother. And it was crucial that you kept all of this from her.

Okoye the General of the Dora Milaje, and your loving mother. She was hard on everyone but you, with you Okoye was nothing but gentle. Around you she let her guard down, and gave the whole General thing a rest. Unless she was putting you through a rigorous training session. No daughter of The General was going to be walking around not knowing how to protect herself. It didn't matter that you weren't going to follow in her footsteps. Your mother still insisted on teaching you how to fight and wield a weapon from day one. She started letting up on you about two years ago. When she finally realized just how serious you were about your art, and that was your true passion.

She supported you on this new path and all the endeavors that came with it, but there was one thing you knew she wouldn't budge on. Letting you explore just how far your talent could truly take you outside of the borders of Wakanda. Okoye trusted you but she didn't trust the outside world, and growing up she kept you more sheltered than Princess Shuri.

Even Shuri got to travel with her brother T'Challa to the states a few times. There were times you begged your mom to let you tag along, but alas you were always left behind staying in the palace. While she was away and your father was either busy with training duties or accompanying your mother on a mission.

You had hoped things would change once you finally became an adult in your own right. But no you had turned twenty last year, and Okoye was still doing everything in her power to keep you from stepping foot outside of Wakanda. Which wasn't hard considering the position of power she was in.

Of course M'Bali wanted to know what the next step of your plan was, because if you actually wanted to attend the school you would have to get past her.

"I show her the letter and pray to Bast she says yes." You told her no hint of faith for your own plan in your voice.

M'Bali raised an eyebrow at you. "There is no way your mother lets you, and its not just because she's overprotective. Have you stopped and looked around at the growing tension between Wakanda and the rest of the world lately."

Right it had a been six months since the tragic passing of King T'Challa, and while Wakanda and its people were still mourning his loss. The world's biggest nations were taking shots trying to negotiate new deals to access vibranium hoping to prey on the grieving Queen Ramonda.

Under no circumstances would she cave but that didn't mean they were going to stop trying.

"What does that have to do me?" You asked playing a little dumb.

M'Bali planted her feet back on the floor leaning forward to fix you with hardened gaze. "You're the daughter of Wakanda's General, and that makes you pretty important. If she lets you go to that American school, and the American government discovers your true heritage. They won't hesitate to take you as leverage against us, and you know that."

She was right. You did know that. But you also knew Shuri would have no problem concocting a fake identity for you to go by while attending the school. It would be a piece of cake for the genius girl if she was willing to do it that is. Princess Shuri spent most of her days locked up in her lab working on new weapons for the military, and cures for existing, and non-existing diseases. Ever since her brother's death work is the only thing the girl seems to care about.

"I wouldn't use my real name and any connection I have to Wakanda can easily be erased." You shot back with a shrug. It was half true thanks to your mother keeping you cooped in Wakanda for your entire life. No one on the outside knew your name or what you looked like, let alone the General had a daughter.

"It doesn't matter Okoye won't risk it. Why do you want to go to that stupid American school anyway? What can it offer that Wakanda can't?" M'Baili questioned with a frown. While she covered your tracks for you. She like everyone else in the country looked down on the outside world.

"It could help me take my art to the next level I want to see my creations in museums all across the world. MB not just hung up in the living of my mom's home, and her friend's house. Not just that I want to see the rest of the world too you know." You paused to take a deep breath when M'Bali shot you a look. "Look I love Wakanda its my home and always will be. It's one of the most beautiful plac-

"Not one of Wakanda is the most beautiful place on Earth. No other country can compare" M'Bali corrected you with no hesitation. Crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes daring you to disagree.

"Yeah my bad but what I'm trying to say is just because the other countries's beauty doesn't compare to ours, doesn't mean their beauty is worth being seen."

She started to frown mulling over your words tilting her head to the side. The same way her father M'Baku did whenever he was trying to understand what new technology Shuri had presented him with. A few seconds went by before she spoke again. "You know when you put it like that you make it sound like us. Wakandans are just a bunch of shallow, pompous, assholes who think they are better than the rest of the world."

"That's because we are." The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Hey"

"I'm just being honest."

"Why don't you try that with your mom?"

You groaned as the original topic of discussion came back into play. "How" you pleaded with the older girl for assistance.

M'Bali took pity on you and motioned for you to take a seat in the chair a head of her. Which you obliged ready to take whatever advice she had to offer.

"So you know how my dad is right?"

You nodded.

She sighed settling back into her chair. "Even though after the whole Killmonger thing was over, and my dad brought the Jabbari Tribe out of isolation to ally us with the rest of Wakanda again. He was still a bit wary in letting some of the countries's ways rub off on us, and was scared our own ways and traditions would be lost. Of course as his daughter he expected me to uphold the Jabbari's values and traditions. I was set to follow in his footsteps, and begin training to become the clan's leader. In the near future my father didn't want anything throwing me off my chosen path."

You couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. At least Okoye was willing to let you pursue your own dreams even if it was under her supervision.

"So I knew when I decided I wanted to enroll to become a Dora. I would have to do so behind his back which I did do. By the time daddy dearest found out I applied to the Dora's training program. It was already done paperwork filled out, King T'Challa had approved, and Okoye had signed off on everything. He was furious of and tried to had me pulled from it, but it was already set in stone. Signing up to be a Dora is like joining the American military once you agree to all the terms and agreements. The only way out is through you can't just back out-"

"Wait seriously" You said not meaning to cut her off, but you were a bit shocked. After all you had backed out of Dora training after initially signing up at seventeen. Not to mention you had seen so many other warriors in training unable to handle it quit halfway through.

"Not really but it would've been a disrespectful thing to do, and the fact it was my father was the one protesting so much made. It seem like he thought me being a Dora was more of a disgrace instead of a honor and a way to bring the Jabbari even closer to home. The elders would've been pissed, so he left me alone." M'Bali explained with a light shrug. Her plan had been brilliant but how were you supposed to apply that to your own situation.

"So what you're saying is I need to back my mom into an impossible corner that she can't get out of without saying yes."

"Exactly and you already got accepted into the school so half of the plan is done. Next step you need the Queen on your side."

You were taken back by that. "Why the Queen?"

"Like I said the whole conflict going on between Wakanda and the rest of the world is going to be the biggest reason your mom says no. But if you can get Queen Ramonda too sympathize with you, then she'll be able to talk your mom into saying yes. The Queen is the one person in the world the General won't defy."

"It would be different though I'm her daughter M'Bali. She'll fight if she thinks she's letting me walk into danger" You argued. Queen Ramonda probably wouldn't even go so far as to get between the two of you in the first place.

"That's why you go to her as if Okoye has already said no. Act all devastated like your entire world has been crushed. Queen Ramonda will go to your mother with some speech about letting you go and stuff."

"That's manipulation" You stated with a frown.

M'Bali scoffed with a wave of her hand. "How do you think anyone gets where they want to be in this world? You either manipulate or be manipulated sweetheart. I know it sounds harsh but do it my way, and your yes is secured before you even ask."

You sat there pondering over her words. M'Bali slammed the acceptance letter down on the table.

"Now is the time to start asking yourself y/n just how important NYU is too you?"

It hit you that this was the first time M'Bali didn't refer to your dream school as a stupid American institute. She got up from the table and left you there to make a decision alone.

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[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 4: Celebrations and Worries

A year later after the airport fight, Nakia had disappeared and T'Kia felt more and more distant toward the woman.

She wasn't often there to see her daughter grow as she let the Dora Milaje raise her.

It upset T'Kia but not as much. She had her Aunt Shuri and Okoye and her grandmother, after all. Nakia trusted Okoye to treat the girl like family and so she did.

Speaking of Okoye, T'Challa finally decided to let the girl come with him on a mission since his general would be accompanying them. T'Kia couldn't argue much on that.

The only downside, the general was taking them to see T'Kia's mother who was being held captive.

It irritated T'Kia. She trained for so long as a spy to get captured?? What was the point of missing out on so much of her life if she'd let something as a measly kidnapping get to her?

"My Prince... coming up on them now.", Okoye announces, bringing the princess out of her thoughts.

T'Challa's face slowly grows into a smile. He had missed his lover despite their falling out. Unlike T'Kia, the man had full faith in Nakia and her actions. Though, if she needed a little help, who was he to say no?

"No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone. I will get Nakia out as quickly as possible.", he says.

"Just don't freeze when you see her.", Okoye warns.

He scoffs and looks at her. "What are you talking about? I never freeze."

T'Kia smiled as she and her father jumped out of the helicarrier and headed opposite ways, taking the captors out one by one.

T'Kia came across a commotion, hearing a familiar voice as she hid in a tree.

"T'Challa, no! This one's just a boy. He got kidnapped as well.", T'Kia looked down from a tree to see a woman dressed up like the captured ones.

Was that her mother....?

T'Challa indeed froze, his heart stuttering at the sight of his lover.

"Nakia... I... I wanted...", he started, walking over to her. Suddenly a guard stood, pointing a gun at them. "Hey! I have her! Don't move! I will shoot! I will shoot her right now!"

T'Kia frowned and dropped down from the tree, kicking the  guard in the back as Okoye knocked him out. They nodded at each other before they walked up to him.

"You froze.", Okoye scolded the prince.

"Ah...", T'Challa looks down, flustered.

Nakia watched as her daughter shook her head at her father and caught her eyes.

She was silent. "T'Kia....", Nakia started, but the girl stayed by her father.

Nakia shook her head, turning to the man instead. "Why are you here? You've ruined my mission.", she told T'Challa.

"My father is dead, Nakia. Remember? I will be crowned king tomorrow and I wish for you to be there.", he explains.

She sighed and looked at the man before looking at her daughter. T'Kia only glared back. She wouldn't have cared if the woman missed out on her accomplishments at the moment, but this was a big thing that was happening.

Her father was going to be crowned king tomorrow. She needed to be there. She'd drag the woman there if she had to.

Nakia sighed. "Fine. I will come.", she says and looks at the captured women. "Carry yourselves home now."

"Thank you.", one of them spoke up. "And take the boy. Get him to his people.", Nakia orders. "You will speak nothing of this day."

The women nodded, grabbing hold of the captured boy. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you."

The Wakandans all climb back on the helicarrier after letting them go.

T'Kia stood by Okoye as her mother and father talked. Okoye noticed the princess's behavior toward the spy.

She… felt bad. She remembered years of the girl asking where her mother was and when she'd be back. Okoye could only promise that it'd be soon every time.

Eventually, that wouldn't have slid past the girl. Seems now it wouldn't have worked anyways. The girl had gotten old enough to understand.

The two warriors watched as the sun rose, the light kissing their skin with a warmth they knew so well.

Okoye smiled. "Sister Nakia... My Prince...", she looked at T'Kia who seemed to be half asleep. "Princess. We are home."

"This never gets old.", T'Challa mutters in amazement.

As they landed on the launchpad, they climbed out of the helicarrier approaching Queen Ramonda and Shuri.

"Queen Mother... Shuri... My comfort for your loss.", Nakia speaks up.

"Thank you, Nakia. It is so good to have you back with us. Take her to the River Province.", Queen Ramonda says and looks at her granddaughter with a sweet smile.

The girl was tired and needed rest soon but fought her sleep with irritation. Queen Ramonda easily brought the girl in her arms as Okoye had Nakia ushered off to get comfortable.

Shuri smirks suddenly, watching her brother's gaze.

"Did he freeze?", Shuri asks Okoye, making T'Kia smile at her.

Okoye's smile widened, "Like an antelope in headlights.", Okoye says, egging her on.

The women laugh at him as he crosses his arms as he looks at his general whose grin never leaves her face.

"Are you finished?", he asks, fed up and watches as the Dora Milaje walks away.

He shakes his head and looks at Shuri. "So surprised my little sister came to see me off before our big day."

She scoffs. "You wish! I'm here for the EMP beads. I've developed an update."

"Update? No.", he says, shaking his head fast. "It worked perfectly."

"How many times do I have to teach you? Just because something works doesn't mean that it cannot be improved.", she says.

"You are teaching me? What do you know?", he asks, taking off his beads and handing them to her.

"More than you.", she boasts and walks off.

T'Challa shakes his head as he watches his baby sister walk away. "I can't wait to see what kind of update you make... to your ceremonial outfit.", he calls, and she flips him off.

Both T'Challa and T'Kia's jaws drop, making Queen Ramonda scold her daughter. "Shuri!", she warns. "Sorry, Mother!", Shuri apologizes.

"How are you feeling today, Mama?", T'Challa asks, smiling. 

"Proud. Your father and I would talk about this day all the time. He is with us…", she glanced at the young princess. "All of us. And it is your time to be king.", she says.

Despite the early morning, the time for celebration came. Shuri made sure T'Kia had her correct tribal ceremonial clothing on before it started, her excitement bouncing off of the girl.

The time for celebration was among them and celebrate, they did. The chants, the music, the dancing and smiles excited T'Kia and filled her with warmth.

She never got to be a part of something like this before, let alone smile so much, now knowing she'd be a big part of her father's life.

As they made it to the watery cliffs, Shuri and T'Kia stood by Queen Ramonda waiting for T'Challa to arrive.

Once he did, Zuri held the Spear of Bashenga, calling to the audience. "I, Zuri, Son of Badu, give to you, Prince T'Challa! The Black Panther!", he announced.

The Elders watch as Zuri holds up a ceremonial vessel containing a mysterious concoction that T'Kia had never seen.

"The prince will now have the strength of the Black Panther stripped away.", Zuri explains and pours the liquid into T'Challa's mouth.

T'Challa reacts violently, nearly choking on the red fluid. He spasms, his veins expanding and his muscles contracting as the poisonous liquid expands through his body.

T'Kia looked at her aunt and grandmother in worry, but they gave her reassuring looks in return. The prince's eyes become red before he calms, his trembling coming to a stop, and he exhales as he stands.

Pleased, Zuri turns to the audience. "Damaku!"

"The Border Tribe will not challenge today.", others yell.

The crowd repeats. "Damaku!"

"Victory in ritual combat comes by yield or death. If any tribe wishes to put forth a warrior, I now offer a path to the throne.", Zuri exclaims.

The Merchant Tribe Warrior calls out, "The Merchant Tribe will not challenge today."

"Yibambe!", Nakia yelled, receiving the same chant in return.

"The River Tribe will not challenge today!", the River elder announced.

"The Mining Tribe will not challenge today.", the mining elder announced.

"Is there any member of royal blood... who wishes to challenge for the throne?", Zuri asked.

Shuri raised her hand, making everyone look at her in shock.

"This corset is really uncomfortable... so could we all just wrap it up and go home?", Shuri says, clapping. T'Kia shakes her head as Queen Ramonda pinches Shuri in exasperation. "Mother!", Shuri whines.

T'Challa, amused, shakes his head at his sister's antics before pausing as he and the others hear a familiar chant.

"Are they Jabari?", Shuri asks. "Yes.", Queen Mother responds. T'Kia frowned. She'd heard of the Jabari, but never got close to seeing any of them.

A huge man with a monkey skull over his face enters from the darkness.

"M'Baku, what are you doing here?", Zuri asks.

He shrugs with a tilt of his head. "It's Challenge Day. We have watched... and listened from the mountains! We have watched with disgust... as your technological advancements have been overseen by a child!", he yells pointing at Shuri, making the Dora Milaje and T'Kia step in front of her.

M'Baku's head tilts once more in curiosity as he looks at the girl who glared back at the man. "New. You're new. And younger.", he turns to the Queen. "Are you allowing children to fight now?"

Queen Ramonda doesn't say anything before T'Challa steps up. "Address me, not my mother.", he says, making the taller man turn to him.

The warning look in his eyes sends a message that M'Baku caught onto quickly. A laugh escapes him as he looks back at the girl.

"You're the child.", he says, another laugh ripping from his gut. 

He continues, "Your technological advancements have been overseen by a child. Who scoffs at tradition!", he finishes, as his newfound irritation rises again before he turns to the prince.

"And now you want to hand the nation over to this prince...", he says, standing over T'Challa. "Who could not keep his own father safe. Mmm? We will not have it. I said, we will not have it, oh! I, M'Baku... leader of the Jabari..."

"I accept your challenge, M'Baku.", T'Challa cuts him off.

M'Baku's shoulders square back. "Glory to Hanuman."

They've already started their fighting and M'baku kicks T'Challa down after so many impacts.

Through the loud drumming, M'Baku yells, "Stand up!"

"Where is your god now!?", he shouts.

T'Challa gets up and gives him an over kick. He punches M'Baku in his sides as M'Baku swings aimlessly.

"Yes!", Nakia and T'Kia cheer.

M'Baku takes his staff and picks up T'Challa with it, crushing him with his bare weight. T'Challa is now bleeding from his face, almost dizzy and tired. 

"No powers!", M'Baku headbutts him. "No claws!" He gives him another. "No special suit! Just a boy!"

T'Challa's head dangles back and catches T'Kia's glossy eyes.

"Tell him who you are!!", his mother yells.

T'Challa quickly leans up to punch M'Baku back. T'Kia cheered on in hope as he cracked open M'Baku's mask.

M'Baku, shocked at the sight of blood coming from his own face, screams in anger and stabs T'Challa right where his heart should be, leaving the Udaku family in shock.

T'Challa's eyes widen as he shouts in pain, gripping onto the staff.

"Baba!!", T'Kia rushes to move, but Shuri holds her back.

T'Challa takes a quick glance at his daughter before glaring at M'Baku, his bloody teeth gritting. "I am Prince T'Challa... son of King T'Chaka!!", he yells.

"You can do this, T'Challa!", Shuri yells.

T'Challa pulls out the pointed edge and dodges as M'Baku swings to stab him again, kicking him into the water.

He wraps his legs around his neck, bringing him closer to the edge of the cliff.

"Yes!", T'Kia cheered. 

"Come on!", Nakia yells.

"Yield! Don't make me kill you!", T'Challa yells as M'Baku's face swells with the lack of oxygen.

"I'd rather die!", M'Baku yells.

Others start chanting T'Challa's name.

"You have fought with honor. Now, yield! Your people need you.", he says. Worry almost wracks T'Challa's body. Was M'Baku really going to let his pride in the way of living? M'Baku glances at his own warriors.

"Yield, man!", T'Challa yells. Cheers erupt as M'Baku taps out.

T'Kia sighs in relief and smiles at her father as he stands, watching as the Jabari warriors pull the bigger man up.

Zuri walks over to him. "I now present to you, King T'Challa. The Black Panther."

T'Challa nods to him. "Zuri."

"My King.", he only nods back.

"Wakanda Forever!!", the tribes yell simultaneously.

T'Challa is moved on to the Hall of Kings, an ancient place that represented the past kings of Wakanda.

He watches as his daughter's eyes sparkle with wonder. How long had this been here, she thought.

The place was huge.

As they stopped, T'Challa was placed onto the red soil, ready to be buried. T'Kia kneels by his head as he gives her a smile of reassurance.

Zuri walks up, his hands holding the liquidized herd.

"Allow the Heart-Shaped Herb... to restore the powers of the Black Panther... and take you to the Ancestral Plane." Zuri feeds him the fluid of the herb.

T'Challa's body shivers as he lets out a groan, swallowing the liquid.

"T'Chaka, we call on you. Come here to your son.", Zuri calls. The crowd watches as T'Challa's veins pulsate throughout his body.

T'Challa's eyes shut and pop open as he wakes up in a grassy plain, with the sky a purple-ish hue. It was beautiful, almost cold. He felt… free.

He heard a familiar voice behind him, a laugh following the voice. He turned around to see his father smiling at him proudly.

"Baba."

"My son.", T'Chaka responds. T'Challa quickly kneeled in front of him.

"Stand.", T'Chaka says. "You are a King now."

T'Challa looks up at him. A frown dropped his face as he shook his head and stood up, his head hanging low.

T'Chaka frowns as well, worried. "What's wrong, my son?", he asks.

"I am not ready.", T'Challa confesses.

He never imagined the sudden pressure of being king. It was happening and now he just wanted to run. To be what he used to be.

He always wondered how his father managed to do it. To balance and juggle responsibilities as if it was nothing.

"Have you not prepared to be King your whole life? Have you not trained and studied been by my side?"

T'Challa shook his head, clenching his fists. "I am not ready to be without you.", T'Challa says.

He frowns. "A man who has not prepared his children for his own death, has failed as a father. Have I ever failed you....?"

T'Challa looks up, a shocked expression crossing his face. "Never."

T'Chaka hugs his son in a warm hold he hasn't had in so long. T'Challa felt like a little boy again, scared and vulnerable.

He lets out a sigh. "Tell me how to protect Wakanda. To protect my family. My daughter. I want to be a great King, Baba. Just like you."

T'Chaka rubs his back. "You will struggle. That is inevitable. So you'll need to surround yourself with people you trust. You have your sister, your mother, your love, and...your daughter.", he says, making T'Challa eyes widen.

"You must prepare her like I did for you and your sister. You're a good man with a good heart. And it's hard for a good man to be king.", he says.

T'Challa suddenly jolted awake, out of breath as he felt someone pulled him up.

"Breathe, T'Challa. Breathe. Breathe.", Zuri tells him.

He takes calming deep breaths and looks around, smiling at T'Kia and Zuri who look at him worriedly.

"You're okay.", T'Kia says, more to her beating, worrying heart than him. She knew he'd be okay. He fought off poisoning and a stab close to the heart. He was strong.

"He was there.", T'Challa chuckled, as Zuri pulled him up. "He was there. My father."

T'Challa felt a bursting sense of confidence and took T'Kia to walk in the city once more with Nakia. He wanted to spend time with them as a family. He had his own family. It was still a little hard to get used to, knowing he was a father now.

He loved it.

T'Kia, however, didn't mind following along with her father. It was just her mother that was the problem.

Though, a conflicting thought crossed her mind. Maybe she was being childish for letting her feelings get the better of her. She shouldn't feel resentful toward her mother for not being around. 

She was busy. Parents get busy. It happens.

She knew that, but…

"Come home, Nakia.", she hears her father say.

"I'm right here.", Nakia says, looking at T'Challa incredulously.

His eyes softened, pleading. "Stay."

"I came to support you and to honor your father, but I can't stay. I found my calling out there. I've seen too many in need just to turn a blind eye.", Nakia says, sighing.

T'Challa frowns, glancing back at his daughter who looked around, waving and smiling at other civilians before turning to his lover.

"Then, what about T'Kia? What about her? Will you stay for her?", T'Challa whispers.

Nakia frowns. "I just can't be happy here knowing that there's people out there who have nothing.", she says and glanced at T'Kia. "Besides, she hates me."

T'Challa looked at her in disbelief. "She does not."

Nakia fixes him a look. "You didn't see the look she gave me. She doesn't want to talk to me at the moment."

T'Challa frowns. He noticed, just chose not to say anything. It was true she hadn't been around, and maybe T'Kia missed her a lot, but after seeing her again, she must feel torn.

He shakes his head, moving on. "Then, what would you have Wakanda do about it?", he asks.

"Share what we have. We could provide aid...and access to technology and refuge to those who need it. Other countries do it, we could do it better.", Nakia says, enthusiastically.

"We are not like these other countries, Nakia. If the world found out what we truly are, what we possess, we could lose our way of life.", T'Challa says.

"For once, I agree.", T'Kia speaks up.

She didn't want to meet any colonizers right now, let alone trust them not to steal anything from her home.

She learned a lot from her aunt, seeing that Vibranium was being used for weapons outside of its native habitat and people. It wasn't right.

"Wakanda is strong enough to help others and protect ourselves at the same time.", Nakia argued.

T'Challa sighs and gives her a look. "If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great Queen."

"I would make a great Queen, because I am so stubborn.", Nakia counters, sassily.

"So, you admit it!", he exclaims.

"I did not say that."

T'Kia smiles to herself.

[laninasinamor]

Okay please do an NSFW where the Okoye is sparing with Attuma and kicks his ass. Attuma never loses a sparing match and calls for a redo only to get his ass handed to him again. Okoye may win in the ring but Attuma always wins in the bedroom

BRUH I SUCK AT WRITING. 😣 ill try to brief what happened tho lmao

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…

so, attuma and okoye are NOTORIOUS for fighting NUMEROUS sparring matches with each other bc they are both SUPER PRIDEFUL when it comes to WINNING. but there can only be ONE winner each time.

they keep going back and forth, over and over. and namora just keeps looking at them like UGHHHH THEY SO WANNA F*CK EACH OTHER. SO DISGUSTING, THESE HETEROS 🙄🙄

and obviously namor is cheering for attuma and shuri goes for okoye, namor and shuri both look each other like “shut up, my person is gonna win”

…

each defeat ends with one pinning the other down.

…

…okoye straddles attuma with her spear at his throat and she grinds her hips against him. he tries not to groan.

…attuma almost defeats okoye. he has her stomach down, his huge forearm pinning her shoulder blades, taunting her, “i thought you enjoyed being stabbed by my spear?” yet he shouldn’t be surprised by her as she manages to knock him across the room and says, “i couldn’t hear you, i was distracted watching a fish fly.” they continue by teasing and whispering nasty promises.😏😈

and i know ppl will get tired of watching bc they’ve been going at it for hours. until they’re left alone, and they finally look around like where’d everyone go?

then they just get so fired up that they decide to finally push one another against the wall to make out. eventually it gets so heated that okoye begs attuma to “just give it to me”. but he tells her “no, not here.” that she will always be treated with the utmost respect, proceeds to bridal carry her into the bedroom 😵‍💫🥵

hope i gave you what you needed lol

[griots-tales]

I cried making this 😂😂

(18+)

[roryboryalis]

This but my reaction was more “woah”. Like— I totally just calmed down and took a breathe there and he could’ve killed me and I would’ve thought that everything was going to be okay.

thinking about the way attuma put his hand on shuri’s back to hold her then said breathe. i squeezed my legs together cuz something was PURRING

[mamajanky]

Tuma calling his Baby (whilst she’s on a mission) cause he missed her face:

Reblog with their conversation 🤭👀

[attoye]

Mother Danai teases at Disney+ Okoye Spinoff 👀❤️

mother will perhaps have an episode or two where she reunites with father 👀👀👀🩵⚔️ (cough cough attuma 👀)

[bestfriend491]

yesss!! im so excited for more okoye!!

I am too, love. And in honour of my excitement (and me being behind schedule for yet another work) here is something to keep my loves fed for the next couple of days until I'm confident enough to release the longer works.

Introducing... My Headcannons? My Drabbles? I'm not too sure right now. Who knows? All I know is that its something short.

Thank you to @jinnie10101 for the beautiful Nakia and Okoye icons. 🤍

“What's wrong?”

How Okoye, Nakia, and Ramonda would react to you being upset in some way. 

OKOYE

Okoye is whatever you need her to be at that moment. 

Need space? She’ll stay in the next room until you’re ready to talk. 

Need cuddles? She’s not leaving your side.

Granted this is mostly because she does carry a lot more guilt about her past choices when you're upset even if it's not her fault. 

It does take her a bit longer to realise that you're upset because of how busy she gets but when she notices she's quick to act.

“Sthandwa sam, I’m home!” Okoye called to you after a long day of patrolling around the Borderlands after a security breach threat- one of many in the past week. 

This time, it hadn't been a false alarm or a prank call, and the Dora needed their General to lead, which she did. And well, as a matter of fact. 

Now though, all she wanted to do was spend her night with you, doing absolutely anything. 

“Sthandwa sam?!” She called out again as she looked around for you. You weren’t anywhere out in the open, which let her know that something was off. 

Inspecting the entire house and not getting any closer to finding you, she landed herself in front of the door to your shared bedroom. 

‘Oh’. she thought to herself. You were probably asleep. It was still fairly early, but she knew that when sleep called, you never asked it what time it was. 

She let her hand gently graze the knob as she turned it, happy that it didn’t jam in place like usual this time and wake you up. As slowly as she could, Okoye walked into the room and closed the door, seeing you laying in bed, as expected. 

Strangely enough, you weren’t inside the sheets, only laying on top of them. Your back was turned away from her, and although she didn’t know it, you stared wide-eyed into the open. 

Still under the belief that you were asleep, Okoye tiptoed around the room getting her uniform off, then proceeding to take a blanket to cover you up until you awoke in a few hours.

As she stood to face you, and saw your clearly not asleep form below her, her expression dimmed down. 

“Y/n?” she asked.. 

“Hm?” was all you could make yourself say.

“My love, what’s wrong?” She caressed your cheek as she asked, going down to kiss your forehead as a form of comfort. 

You didn’t respond immediately, needing to muster up the energy to explain something that didn’t make sense. 

“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong.” 

Silence once again filled the room. Quick to access and act, Okoye realised that it was just going to be a cuddles and no talking kind of day. She got into bed, moving you to face her, and placed her arm around you, allowing you to come closer and assume your favourte spooning position. 

You stayed like that for the night. 

Ramonda

When you're upset, Ramonda knows that you prefer to keep quiet.

She usually lets you stay silent unless she’s really worried. 

You don't like being left alone without her when you’re upset, so she always accommodates that and makes sure to stay as close as possible. 

You need physical comfort when you’re having a bad day, especially when bad mental days come. 

She's quick to notice when you're upset, a shift in attitude telling her that she needs to get you alone to ask what’s wrong. 

You usually go to the river to calm down if it’s early and cuddle there.

“Y/n!” Ramonda called after you as you left the throne room after a brief meeting with the other tribe leaders. Your aura was off the entire meeting, both you and Ramonda knew that. A lazy hum had alerted Ramonda of this. 

You, knowing that Ramonda would pry for answers, tried to leave and dodge the questions early. This didn’t work at all, and you were quickly tracked down and located around the corner to your room in the palace. 

You still tried to avoid her, not wanting to have a moment like this right then. 

As soon as you closed the door on her and sat down on a chair in your bedroom, she had already reopened the door and entered. 

She approached you quickly, and knelt down in front of you. Taking your hands in hers, she looked at you, while you kept your eyes closed.

“My queen,” she said, leaning closer to you,”What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head; refusing to allow her to get her desired answers from you. 

“Y/n, my queen. I can’t let this one go. What’s wrong?” 

Tears developed in your eyes as you let out muffled sobs, holding her hands tightly. 

“I miss them, Ramonda.” you finally choked out. 

“I miss them everyday, but today I just can’t bear the pain of losing them over and over again in my head.” you spoke of the family member that you’d lost recently, struggling to cope while ruling a nation. 

You’d been trying your best to pretend that you weren’t in constant pain, but the facade could only last so long. 

“Oh- my love,” she moved in to let you hug her, and you did so gratefully. You clung to her like when you were younger, never wanting to leave her side.  

“Grief comes in life-long waves, my love. Some high waves last long, but then they crash when you least suspect it.

The only thing we can find solace in is remembering that the low waves can peacefully coexist with the high waves, only through the mutual understanding that they must each get their turn to shine through.”

You broke down completely at that, feeling relieved that at least you had her around for the harder times. 

Nakia

Nakia always wants to talk about it. She doesn’t like letting you avoid talking about your emotions.

Nakia senses energy quicker than anyone you've ever known. 

A slight shift in attitude will have her all over you.

Of course, she still likes to give you the platform to talk to her without her needing  to confront you.  

Because of this she likes to give you some time to tell her what's wrong so as to not annoy you. 

However, if you avoid the conversation for too long, she doesn’t have much of a choice. 

“Nakia, I told you that it’s nothing.” you told her reluctantly as you laid your head in your hands, sitting at the table in your home having yet another argument. 

“No, that’s the answer I keep getting from you, but it’s not the truth because everytime I see you, you look like you’re struggling.” 

She stood on the other side of the table, staring at you as you clearly lied to her for the umpteenth time.

Sighing, she tried to tone down her intense approach. 

“Look, baby. I just want you to be okay, and I can tell you’re not.”

You relented slightly, looking directly at her, and nodding in understanding. 

“I know.” you said.  

You groaned, frustrated at yourself for trying to keep secrets in your relationship when you knew that communication was something Nakia needed to feel secure. You stood up, and went to her, not hugging her, just laying your head on your shoulder. 

Though none of you embraced the other, engulfing the other in a hug, you were calmer. She dropped her head on your shoulder and the two of you swayed in that position for a while. 

After a good 30 minutes of this, she tried again, “What’s wrong.”

“I- I have depression.” you said. Nakia -although wanting to hug you- chose to stay in her position. She was finally getting something out of you, and she didn’t want to startle you. 

“I started seeing a psychiatrist for my PTSD 2 months ago and she diagnosed me last month. It’s only been getting worse lately.”

She immediately lifted her head, looking at you as you tried to hold in tears, 

“Sthandwa sam,” now she hugged you and you couldn’t hold it in anymore,”Why didn’t you want to tell me?” 

“I don't know… I was scared things would change, and you’d start treating me differently.” 

“Y/n, I’m not going to treat you like anyone except the woman that I love. Things are gonna change, but only because I need to make sure that you’re taking care of yourself,okay?”

You nodded in agreement, sniffing through your tears as you wiped them away.

“Hey,” she said after a while, ”I’m proud of you.”

Author's Note: Here's your snack before the meal, loves. I was going to add a Aneka/Ayo/Reader version but I'm tired and I know I would butcher it in my current state. Either way, hope you enjoyed.

I guess requests for more of these SHORT imagines are open

[eternalslover]

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

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Sorry for rambling but I can't just thinking about this and I need people to listen to me I see Wanda smut fics all the time but I can't find post about analyzing and appreciating her character ( I see other fandoms do it with their fav characters I want one with Wanda too) Everything about Wanda's character is making me so freaking sad like i hate that half of her fans only care about her powers and that she's hot... she's more than that..I know it's fiction and it's not that serious but she makes me insane

She has every reason to be angry and be a Villain. because she didn't ask to suffer she didn't ask to be powerful and when she try to do something good and she did, the government put her in the raft everyone acts like she throws the bomb on the building on purpose when it's the only way to save Captain America and everyone around them. People blamed her for her own suffering and blamed her for a tragedy she didn't even cause, She can never come home because the house where all of her happy memories is made doesn't exist. She tried do everything to prove to everyone that she is good and it's not enough. The girl who only wanted people to accept her, the girl who only wanted to be love, the girl who wanted to be good, wasn't good enough

Her and Pietro is trapped under the rubbles of her own house for 2 days, no cause I can't imagine what that must be like? They know their parents are dead. They don't know if they are going to survive. They don't know if someone is going to come rescue them. And when they got rescued. They probably did not have given the chance to grieve their parents. Her parents body are probably unrecognizable and were buried in a mass grave, They are force to grow up too quickly and they have no choice but to accept it.

The reason she ends up so checked out of reality is probably that horrible things keep happening to her, and she has no choice but to go "ok" and move on from that. The moment she first appeared, the way she behave and act it's obvious she have aggression issues and emotional maturity. She used to go to rallies and protests because the government of her country sucks, (shown in aou) and she grew up with her brother, who probably tried to do everything to stop both of them from starving to death. She joined Hydra because she thought she'd be doing something that would help her and her brother, she didn't join them because she agreed with them. ( It's literally implied that hydra is pretending to be shield and is recruiting volunteers)

She did not throw that bomb on that building on purpose; she's trying to save Steve and the people around her. She literally saved a lot of people's lives there, but people keep focusing on her mistake.

Wanda had done so many good things because she was good despite every reason not to. If she is "evil" from the beginning she would have not side with the avengers and just run away after learning Ultron's real plan

She would have not tried so hard to stop the bombs in Lagos if she did not care about other people's life. she save Natasha's and okoye's life, She did everything she could to stop thanos, she did everything the team ordered her to do.

She doesn't want to kill vision because she's afraid of being alone. Westview happened because she couldn't take it anymore. If She is evil she would have not the of people of that town go

"Why didn't she go to therapy?"

Girl, I don't think therapists in the "M*rvel" can help her. You know how people there react to her. If she goes to a therapist, it will probably make her worse. She wants Vision back because he's the only one who understands and truly loves her, and he treats her better than most people there.

She wants her sons back because they make her feel normal and human.They probably reminds her of her life when she is young before everything went horrible. And I don't want to her that "ThEy ArE nOt rEaL" bullshit, They are real to her, she gave birth them. She feels them kicking in her stomach, she touch them she cooks for them, change their diapers, made memories with them, they are not just objects or toys to her, they are her children, she gave life to them, they have souls, they just don't have a physical body

No cause Wanda is happy in Edinburg with vision, those are probably the times where she feels real happiness and thanos ruined everything.

If thanos didn't come, Wanda and vision will be have a real marriage and probably have adopted real children.

Wanda only want people to accept her, she only wanted to be treated like a human being, she doesn't care about being powerful. All of the crimes she committed happened because ever since she's a little she suffered, and I don't care if there are other people who suffers than her, people process trauma differently.

the way Wanda is influenced with something dark and evil and all of she ever wanted is to hug her sons again, she did not want to rule the entire universe she didn't want anything all she ever wanted is to be with her family

Wanda realize she have the power to do everything she wants (darkhold influ.)

that she has a will and that she can make her self happy and I love her for trying.b and I do think she makes stupid and horrible decisions, but so do I, and that's okay;

She's been a hero, a victim, and a villain. because the writers and the shitty universe she's in, don't know what to make of her they accidentally created a character with so many potential and they don't know what to do next and they just killed her off because they think she's not as important like the rest, and majority of her fans just cares about her powers, they only care that she can "solo" people hated Wanda's character because of that. People won't look deeper into her character because the people that claimed to love her also weaponized her. She is doomed by the narrative, ruined by her some of her "fans" and we might not see her again because the universe she's in sucks.

rahhh I am losing it over a fictional woman who has been dead for (?)2 years :(

sorry again for yapping to much I just love this woman so much, my English is not that great sorry if some words are use incorrectly and I am half asleep while typing this so sorry for typos... goodnight