#wakanda forever black panther oc

[mickimomo]

Koi Fish (Oni × Namora)

Cont. Of Water Lily

Link to Water Lily

The next day, Oni returned to the river's edge a little before sunset, as promised.

The vieled woman was on the verge of tears and exhausted as she searched for Namora.

Working at the Temple of Bast and preparing for Shuri's coronation ceremony had been tedious and hard.

She had expected that.

What she hadn't expected was arguing with Cebisa over every little decision she made and then being demanded to head the entire ceremony while wearing her late father's attire.

For tradition.

Because tradition was more important than how she felt.

And she was doing Wakanda a huge disservice by not stepping into her father's shoes upon her return from exile.

That was enough to make her leave the temple and ignore the panicked cries of everyone who had watched their argument unfold.

Cebisa had always been a maternal or aunt-like person to her. But there was always this struggle for the woman to see the priestess as a human at times.

A lot of people struggled with it.

They saw her as an extention to their diety.

A hollow shell that should do as they thought to make Bast happy.

They took her vows and made them extremely difficult to follow and made no room for growth. Most times, they often forgot she had feelings.

It didn't help that she wasn't allowed to act on them.

If she had enemies from the outside world, they'd be overcome with anger.

But if they were were her enemies, somehow she was at fault and they could never hold themselves accountable.

Just like today.

They were so busy huffing and puffing about the aesthetics of her looking like the former shaman, instead of thinking about how dressing up like her dead father would trigger her.

How doing any of this was taking a toll on her, and how she wished they could just let her do things her way for once.

It didn't always have to be around tradition, did it?

"Namora." She called out softly as she slowly got into the cool water, trying her hardest not to cry.

Tears began to fall down her veiled face as she moved into waist deep water and watched the feathered warrior's head emerge from the water.

Namora's soft expression quickly morphed into one of concern when she realized the priestess was sobbing and falling apart.

"Yuum k'iino'." She whispered as she allowed the woman to hug her tight and weep. "Ba'ax úuch?"

The warrior's eyes burned with tears as Oni continued to cry and cling to her. Her arms slipped around her as she hugged her back.

Her heart was breaking at the sight of her sobbing, and her mind was burning with questions.

Who hurt her?

Why was she crying?

How could she gut someone without breaking the treaty?

She rubbed the priestess' back soothingly, refocusing on the vieled woman as a muffled sob caught her attention.

She was still trying to remain silent in her distress again, but the shaking of each sob made each one clear.

Namora let out a soft sigh as she gently pulled her back so she could cup her face through her veil.

"Ba'ax úuch, in lool?"

Oni struggled to activate her translator on her kimoyo beads on her wrist before careful azure hands moved down to help her.

Once the system was up, Namora gave the priestess a firm look as she cupped her veiled face once more.

"Tell me what happened and who I need to drown."

Oni couldn't stop herself from laughing through her tears. "Namora-"

"-You laugh. But I am serious." She huffed. "I want names and faces."

"You cannot drown them." She sniffled with a soft chuckle. "It's how they are."

"The council-?"

"No. Cebisa and the people who work in the temple with me."

"Cebisa..."

"She yelled at you when we sparred in front of everyone the second time."

Namora's frown deepened at the memory. "They made you cry?"

"Yes." Oni held her aching head. "It has been a long day."

"This is more than a long day."

"I think I could have managed. I just wasn't expecting them to bring up my father."

"Why did they bring him up?"

"Apparently, the people want me to wear Utata's ceremonial robes for Shuri's coronation ceremony."

Namora's eyes widened before darkening like the world during an eclipse.

"Take me to them."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You'll hurt them."

"They made you cry."

"They're still dear to me, despite making me cry." Oni looked down with a sniffle. "My heart would break beyond repair if I had to endure anyone else dying."

Namora's gaze softened before she pulled off her rebreather. "Then you will come with me and stay the night."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise." She held out the rebreather.

Oni gently took it and put it on behind her veil.

Once it was secure, Namora held out her hand.

Dark brown fingers gently intertwined with azure ones before they both slipped underwater.

Namora began to swim, pulling the priestess along.

Oni swam to lessen the pull, looking around at all the fish and plants growing in the river.

They journeyed through a few dark tunnels before resurfacing in a medium pond that was near a waterfall that flowed into another river in the distance. The land around the pond was lush and green, overgrown with trees, vines, and wildflowers. The golden light of sinking sun flooded the area, giving everything it touched an ethereal glow.

The most breathtaking part of the scenery were the water lilies that floated around them with lily pads of varying sizes.

There were even a few Amazon water lilies.

Namora watched her inspect one of the small white blossoms with hesitant fingers before touching a large pink blossom.

"How..." Oni breathed out.

"I found some and brought a few here."

"Namora, these grow on the other side of the world."

"You like them, so I got them." Namora shrugged. "This pond is your sanctuary."

"Sanctuary?" Oni blinked.

"Yes. I wanted you to have a place that was uncharted and desolate. Somewhere you could find peace. So, I made you a pond."

"You made a pond?"

"Yes."

"How did you make a pond!?"

"Don't worry about the specifics. Just enjoy it." Namora looked around. "I think it is fitting for a diety." She tilted her head. "Kind of like a shrine."

Oni blinked. "I-I am not a diety. I am the vessel of one."

"To Wakanda, yes. To me, you are more." Namora furrowed her eyebrows as she pondered over her words. "Your temple people... they do not speak to you. They speak at you." She looked up at the priestess. "They do not see you as I see you."

"How do you see me?"

"You are like a breath of fresh air after holding one's breath for too long. You make me lightheaded and there is always a yearning for more." Namora offered as her cheeks began to tint purple. "You are strong and striking like the wind, but there is a softness to you. A sweetness that you hide and reserve for those you care for. Like the kiss of a gentle breeze while one sits in the sun." Namora continued. "You are multifaceted behind your veil. Even if the world cannot see you, I will always see you." She breathed out as the priestess watched her. "The way your anger burns everything down like a wildfire. The way your joy can brighten up an entire room. The way your grief feels like a storm." She gently touched her chest. "I feel you."

"You speak as if you're enamored."

She offered the tiniest shrug before looking at a lily. "You loved a flower you could not see or have without envying those who had access to it freely." Namora trailed her fingers over the pink petals. "Am I not allowed to like water lilies too?"

Oni felt her face burn as she meditated over her response in silence.

Namora was a sight to behold in the golden light.

She wasn't in her armor or donning her headdress, like usual.

Instead, she was dressed in a fiery orange gown with touches of red, white, and black that flowed around her as she moved her legs. Very reminiscent of koi fish Oni had seen while in exile.

"Yuum k'iino'."

"Mm?"

"You asked about my name... but I never asked about yours." Namora refocused on her. "What does it mean?"

"Ah. Well. My father searched up many names from different cultures. He had always enjoyed the many cultures of the world when he was a war dog... and well... he loved the idea of having a name with multiple meanings depending on who you asked." Oni looked up at the sky as she recalled her father explaining her name to her when she was younger. "It gives one the option of picking the meaning of their own name."

"What meanings does your name have?"

"Oni can mean God has favored me... or to be born on holy ground. Or..." She fell silent as her mind replayed her father's death.

"Or?"

"It can mean demon."

Namora stared at her. "Demon?"

"Yes." Oni met her gaze. "I was ill when I was born, and Bast blessed me by healing me and choosing me to be her vessel." She lowered her gaze behind her veil. "But after my father passed, I earned the title of Demon of Wakanda."

"You do not look like a demon to me."

"Because I am not covered in blood and trying to kill you."

"I have sparred with you. It would be an honor to see you in such a light."

Oni could only swallow as she watched Namora allow herself to sink until only her eyes were above the surface.

Her gills on her neck fluttered for air, and her skin regained a warm tan hue.

Vows.

Vows.

Remember the vows.

Oni turned around to escape the intensity of her gaze before allowing herself to slip below the water's surface.

The water cooled her heated skin as she allowed herself to slip below the lily pads with her veil and dress floating up around her.

Namora watched her from above with soft eyes, watching locs of twisted hair peek out from under her lifted veil before she settled on the pond floor.

Oni lifted her hands to fix her veil before a pair of warm hands caught her wrists.

She lifted her head to see Namora had torn a piece of her dress to blindfold herself.

Oni couldn't refrain from laughing softly as the warrior floated downward, upside down.

Her dress floated around her like a roaring flame.

"Is this amusing?" Namora did her best not to smile at the warmth of her mirth.

"Not in a bad way." She smiled as she cupped the warrior's face. "You're very clever, but I can't believe you tore your dress."

Namora hummed softly. "It's worth it if I can be in your presence when you are unveiled." She reached her hands out blindly. "This is okay, right?"

"Mhm." Oni smiled as she pulled her closer and rested her forehead to hers before closing her eyes.

They held onto each other, enjoying the sounds of the world around them.

Namora slowly rotated upside right, gasping softly as her lips brushed against something soft.

Before she could say anything, a soft, warm, and flexible pressure was pressed against her mouth.

Her hands blindly attempted to map out what her lips were against, but her wrists were captured.

The membrane of the rebreather contoured to their lips as they pulled each other closer.

The warrior's heart pounded in her ears as the priestess pressed her forehead to hers.

"Do not tempt me further, Namora."

The warrior shivered as her hands slid down her sides, panting softly as her hands memorized her body through her dress.

The warmth of the priestess vanished after a bit of groping and nuzzling. And as hard as the warrior tried not to voice her displeasure, a soft note betrayed her as it sounded in the back of her throat.

Oni looked down at the blindfolded warrior before smiling behind her veil.

[ssilcatt]

“it could have been different”

[usagii-bun]

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.3

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

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THE SKY WAS A PEACH color in the early morning. The ocean was calm, the sun that was slowly getting up from its slumber greets the ocean with its rays of light causing the ocean to twinkle and sparkle like stars.

Your eyes were still fogged with sleep but when the first ray of light entered your room, your slumber was broken— your mind instantly telling you to get up and check on Huracan.

"Hura.." you mumbled out, voice still laced with fatigue when you entered the bathroom to find that the young child was already up— gaze was lingering at the window that was across from him, staring at the sky that was slowly turning from a shade of peach-red to a blue.

"You're up, Good Morning." You say, your voice was calm with a subtle hint of fatigue , Huracan turns towards you — a lopsided smile plastered on his face, he seemed to be much better then before.

"Good Morning" the boy says out in english, his words were thick with an accent but it did surprise you, that he had picked up on basic greetings.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise." You state heading towards the side of the bath tub to check on Huracan's wounds. The boy adjusted himself in the water so that you could check his wounds, when you had peeled off the last bit of bandages a gasp leaves past your lips— the bite mark from the shark was completely healed just leaving behind a scar—such healing would take months, maybe even a year but Huracan was healed in a weeks time.

"It's gone.." you mumbled out, gazing back up at the boy that smiled at you.

 

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After getting ready for the day and feeding Huracan and yourself, you decides to take him out— deciding that it was now time to let him go.

Your time with him was short but it was also worth every moment you spent with him.

The air was warm today, the ocean was calm— it was a perfect time to send him back. Your hand held onto his as you both walked towards the ocean, the sun being the only witness to know that you had helped and saved the prince of the ocean.

Huracan stared at the ocean, the place that was his home but he didn't want to go back yet, he really enjoyed the company you gave him— you gave him affection he lacked, even though back at home, everyone in Talokan including his father showered him with love and affection but the type of affection that you had given to him, made him feel even safer and calm— it was motherly affection that he lacked and unknown to you, you gave him that affection for the short time you have known each other.

Suddenly, Huracan let's go of your hand and runs instead towards the direction of the tidal pool— your brows knitting together as you follow him, he turns back towards you and suddenly hugs your waist— shocking you.

"Hura, what's wrong? Do you still feel pain ?" Your voice laced with worry, the boy understood the word 'pain' and could sense the panic in your voice, hugging you tightly.

"D-don't want to go back yet, stay with you for a bit." the boy stammered out in english causing you to look down at him, shocked that he could form a sentence in english and also feeling relieved that he didn't want to leave you yet, a smile forming on your face as you softly placed your hand on his back and hugged him back gently.

"Okay, I won't let you go until you feel most comfortable to but if I see that the surface is affecting you really badly, I'll be forced to send you back— okay?" You say in a soft tone, the boy understood you slightly and nods his head, letting go of you and then pulling you with him into the tidal pool causing a laugh to escape your parted lips.

This was the first time in years you had felt genuinely happy.

Little did the two of you know, that you were being watched from somewhere in the ocean— eyes trained on the both of you in worry, anger and panic.

"We should go and take him now, Namora." Attuma insists, anger boiling in his blood at the fact that you , this surface dweller had taken the young prince— after days of searching for Huracan, they finally found him.

Huracan had snucked out of Talokan— the young boy was curious about the world beyond the uderwater city but that curiousity had lead to him getting lost and also being attacked by a shark resulting in him being unconscious and floating up to the surface where Alora had found him.

The dispearance of the young prince, left an enraged king— who didn't blame anyone but himself, he was so wrapped up around the issue of the surface dwellers finding out about Talokan along with the tension that was between Talokan and Wakanda that he didn't have time to see to his son— this was his biggest regret.

Namora surveys the behavior of you with Huracan, she notices that you was not being hostile with the young prince rather you was playing around with him but something also told Namora that you could be using a façade.

"The surface dweller does not seem to be a threat , we can't just go in and kill. We must inform K'uk'ulkan first before we do anything else." Namora states and submerges into the water, Attuma was in disbelief at her words as he gives one last glance at the prince and you, a venomous glare being thrown at you before he submerged into the depths of the ocean.

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Talokan was in despair after the disappearance of Prince Huracan. The young boy was the King's only son whom he treasured with his heart and soul, now the king was anguished in despair at the fact he may have lost his son forever.

He had sent his top generals to go and seek for the young boy one more time, in hopes of any sightings before he went on a rampage in finding his precious son. His generals were back , his heart ponding as he sees no sighting of Huracan.

"K'uk'ulkan" they both said in unison, doing the hand gestures towards their king who returned it back.

"anything?" the king's voice was rasp, his tone filled with hope and a mixture of sadness. Attuma steps forward, pressing his spear into the ground.

"We have found sightings of Harucan." Attuma states, this causes the King's body to jerk up— his heart beating faster and hope burning through his veins.

" than where is he ? "

"However, we have found that he was on the surface with a surface dweller." Attuma said, voice monotoned.

These words made K'uk'ulkan's blood boil, his face that was perceived in a calm manner twisted into an enraged one, he gets off his thrown in anger.

"What ? And did you two not think of retrieving him back?" K'uk'ulkan angrily asks, trying to push back his anger that he didn't want to throw at his people, for this anger was towards himself and the surface dweller that took his son from him.

"They don't seem to be hostile with Prince Huracan but we can not be slow as we do not know the true intentions that this surface dweller holds." Attuma states, voice gravel with caution and stoic as their King's blood boiled in anger as to what this surface dweller might do to his only heir.

"We shall leave now to retrieve him." The king announces, the two generals follow behind their king— who's mind was now only focused on the safety of his son.

PART 4

[umber-cinders]

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And bonus pic of his ass in these leather pants

[mrsaguapapi]

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Chapter 18

My Sunshine

The Vibe:

Corinne Bailey Rae 11. Seasons Change

"Wanda is dead. I saw her die" Stranges says pacing away in his office. Looking absolutely ridiculous with his lounge clothes and a cloak.

"She's alive Stephen." I say exasperated

"Okay, I'll play. Let's say she's alive, which she's not. Why of all people would you go to her?" he gestures to himself, "I can help you."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my memories thank you very much." I scoff at him, "I don't have time to bring you up to speed, I need to speak with her, and considering with what happened in Westview and your little multiverse incident, I don't know where her head is at mentally. All I'm asking is that you watch my back and be on standby" I plead

"Look I want to help you but that last thing we need is to instigate another fight with Wanda Maximoff, IF, she's even alive," Strange says. "If she's alive, I theorize she won't be happy seeing me, so no, I'm not going with you," I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to walk out, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you," he says stopping me in my place

"Okay well, Stephen can you just spit it out some of us have shit to do," I say holding my hands out annoyed

He rolls his eyes and pulls out a display and uncovers it revealing a floating crystal ball, "This is the Orb of Agamotto. This allows me to monitor the universe and other surrounding dimensions. With the ability to 'Livestream' other planets and pinpoint magic users anywhere, except for those with the power to block its view. I can use this to watch you from a distance and if anything goes wrong, I'll portal to you and help"

I take a moment to think about it, "Fine, you have a deal" I say holding out my hand to him

He shakes my hand and smiles, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Ugh and you ruined it," I say, dropping my hand, rolling my eyes, and grabbing my sling ring, "For the record, I never really blamed you, and neither does Peter. You just happen to have an annoying face and that I can't forgive" I laugh to myself," Give me your phone" I say to Strange. He hands me his phone and I put my number in it and call myself so I have his number, "When I get there I'll call you and have you in my ear." I say putting an airpod in and giving back his phone. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and exhale allowing myself to relax before opening a portal to the shuffling streets of Sokovia.

I step through turning to look at Strange, "If she's alive and as powerful as before she could easily sever my connection. Just keep that in mind." He warns. I nod my head and close the portal.

"Okay let's get this show on the road," I say to myself walking the down the city streets

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After getting some food and thinking about the next approach I decided instead of using a locator spell and exposing her safe space, I figure I'll summon her to me. So I picked the most public place I could think of.

A playground

Sitting on the bench watching the children play, I say in my head, "Wanda, I need your help" I call out to her making sure my intention is clear and that I mean no harm, "That should do the trick" I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to call Strange, "Hey, she'll be here any minute. Can you see me?"

"You chose to bring 'The Scarlet Witch' to a playground?"

"She won't hurt the children," I say

"I once thought that too until she tried to murder America Chavez in front of me" he quips

"Yea well this time will be different Stephen," I say annoyed "Have a little hope will ya?"

He sighs, "You never told me why you need her specifically."

"I was told by my dead mother to go to her directly. She didn't say why, but I trust her judgment. Wanda may also have some info on someone else I'm looking for." I say rather quickly and annoyed

"So the short answer is you don't know," he says

"I've been on the phone with you for 2 mins and I already want to kick your ass," I say making us both laugh

"What's so funny?" I hear someone say near me, causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. It was Wanda sitting next to me in civilian clothes with her hair dripping wet.

"Good lord girl. You don't have to be so creepy" I say clutching my fake pearls

"You started It. I heard your little whispers in my ear while I was in the shower. I thought you had the drop on me." she laughs under her breath, "So why are you here? Don't you know I'm 'dead'? I'm sure Stephen told you. Right Stephen?" She asks a little louder

She knows

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" Wanda Asks

"Millie she's blocking me, I can't see you anymore," Stephen says in my ear, "I'm coming to you"

"Hold off Stephen," I say out loud, "It's okay" I pause looking at Wanda with a small smile, "Do you blame me? If I didn't come with some sort of backup, I'd be pretty dumb don't ya think?"

She looks at me for a while like she was searching for something in my face eventually looking away and letting out a large exhale, "I have been a real witch lately" she says causing me to laugh, "You said you needed my help and I could really use a distraction right now, so what can I do for you?"

"Hey, Stephen you still there?" I ask

"I'm still here. You still alive?" He asks

"Yep. I'm gonna let you go, I'm okay" I say to him

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll text you later," I say before hanging up on him, "Let me buy you a drink. We've got a lot to talk about." I say standing up and holding out my hand to her

"One drink isn't going to cut it," She says taking my hand "Might have to buy the bar," she says making us both chuckle.

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Wanda and I have been venting and drinking for an hour or so at this dingy little bar in the middle of town. We both are sitting in a booth in the back of the room effectively away from the other patrons.

"So," I say before throwing back another tequila shot, "So out of grief you kidnapped and brainwashed a random town in New Jersey, Created a fake husband and children, and then traveled through other universes, blindly looking for said fake children?" I ask

"Well," Wanda taking a sip of her bourbon, "I feel like you're oversimplifying it a bit. Westview wasn't a random town, Vis bought us some land there to build us a home and my children are only fake here, they're very much real elsewhere, but... essentially yes you are correct." She says finishing the drink

"Wanda," I say rubbing my head from the sudden rush I'm feeling, "That like really sucks"

"I Know right? "Oh and let's not forget Pietro, my dead twin brother," She says nonchalantly

I burst out in laughter, I couldn't help myself at her candor, "I'm sorry that was so mean" I said trying to control myself.

Surprisingly Wanda joins me, "You are fucked up, you know that?" She says laughing with me

"I know! I know! I'm sorry, it's either you laugh or you cry and I'm tired of crying" I say catching my breath from laughing

"Couldn't have said it better myself" Wanda says collecting herself from laughing with me"So enough about me and my lifetime of trauma, fill me in on what's going on; why do you need my help?"

"Can I just so show you? It will be quicker" I ask holding my hand out to her

"Is it going to hurt?" She asks hesitantly

"No. I mean no one has complained before?" I say smiling and shrugging. She places her hand in mine and I use my memory transference on her filling her in on everything; my ghost mom and her past with the darkhold, the books from Wakanda, how peter found me in the lake, and my lack of memory.

"Wow," Wanda says taking her hand back, "You've got some serious power Millie, your magic is vast." She says rubbing her hand "Unpredictable too... It's very familiar."

"Well that wasn't ominous at all," I say a little creeped out, "Can you help me?"

"Yes, I think so. We'll need an open field and it's probably going to hurt" She says standing up "Come on we should get going"

"Fine," I say standing up and throwing some cash on the bar, "But can we not skip over the whole 'it's going to hurt thing"

"I imagine being struck by lightning doesn't feel good," She says walking out

"Well Fuck" I say following her

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The Vibe:

Bishop Briggs - Lessons of the Fire: Official Lyric Video | Devil In Ohio | Netflix

Wanda takes me to this field on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by overarching trees and we were in the open center. When I look up I see nothing but a full moon and stars. The air was cool and the energy surrounding us was peaceful. Wanda had set up several candles around me in a circle and stepped out leaving me alone in the center

"Explain it to me one more time, " I say a little freaked out

"You need to summon the lightning to strike you"

"Okay but why?" I say a little freaked out

"The connection you and your ancestors have with nature runs deep in your blood. Channeling the weather seems to be something engrained in your DNA, specifically thunderstorms and lightning. A storm woke you up in that lake; you were struck by lightning. I'm hoping that with almost the same conditions, it could do the same for your mind. Make sense?" She finishes

"Yes, it does, I think. I'm sorry but I am scared the last time this happened it left me with a giant scar across my body." I say unconsciously rubbing my scar, "Are you sure you can't do some kind of spell?"

"I can't. Quite frankly I'm afraid too"

"What does that mean?" I scoff

"You possess multiple forms of magic. It shouldn't be possible to have more than 2 or 3. Millie, from what I felt from your hand and what you've shown me in your memories, you seem to possess 4. I'm afraid if I go poking around in your brain that you will unconsciously retaliate and that's the last thing we want to do."

Why is she being so cautious?

"What forms do you think I possess?"

"1 being eldritch magic, which you learned from the sorcerers. Accessible by humans, eldritch magic can be properly controlled by those with highly disciplined minds who have been trained in casting spells. Your ancestor Ayesha was a sorcerer supreme, so it's only natural that you have an affinity for this form. " Wanda pauses, I can tell she's a little hesitant to continue.

"Go on it's okay, I can take it," I say trying to convince her, and myself

"The second being Dark Magic, also known as Witchcraft. An extremely powerful and difficult type of magic used by sorcerers and witches to achieve their goals through morally questionable means.

"Morally questionable means? I would never hurt anyone.." I begin to say

"You wouldn't now, but what about you before your memory loss? Who's to say you weren't a bad guy? In your memories when your mother died you were taken by a coven of witches led by Agatha. Agatha isn't exactly a good witch; she's ancient and she's evil. I wouldn't be surprised that her influence on you wasn't positive, especially considering that she's also possessed the darkhold." Wanda sighs. "She was a pain in my ass, I'll take you to her after this."

She has a point, what if my memory comes back and I still have an allegiance to her? What If I lose my feelings for my current loved ones...

"Anyways" Wanda continues pulling me back from internal panic, "Dark magic can be combined with other types of magic, which leads me into your last 2 forms, darkhold and chaos Magic. When your mother was using the darkhold while pregnant with you, a portion of its power embedded itself in you.  I am almost positive that's why are you able to use magic just by mentally displaying your intent."

"I can understand why I may have dark hold magic but chaos magic feels like a stretch. Due to its very nature, chaos magic is extremely unstable and requires a massive amount of energy and control to master it; I don't feel I'm at that level. I would have noticed by now right?"

"Like me, you were born with latent magical abilities, yours coming from your ancestors. Your generational power bestowment has given you vast immeasurable strength that was the perfect breeding ground for chaos magic. Let me ask you, have you been losing your temper or lost control of your powers lately?"

"Yea I have been losing control of my powers," I say thinking back to the incident in my bedroom and outside of the royal palace in Wakanda, "I also almost killed a man yesterday. Honestly, I think I could have done it if I wasn't stopped."

"Key signs. I knew your power felt familiar, I felt the chaotic energy pulsate through your veins; You're like me. If I fuck anything up messing with your memories you could go crazy destroying everything in sight. Do you get it now?" She says to me very seriously

"I do" I pause lost in my thoughts. After a few more seconds I hear a loud beep come from my pocket. I pull out the source of the noise and realize it was my pager.

It was a new voice message from Namor, I hold it to my ear and listen, "I miss you more Ki'ichpan"

Through messages and he still makes me swoon.

Feeling a little relaxed, I take in a deep breath, "What do I need to do"

Wanda holds out her hand, "Give me your beeper and your cell so they don't get destroyed." Doing as she says I throw my things in my sling bag and hand it to her, "Okay do what you need to do, to feel as connected to the nature surrounding us"

I take off my sneakers and socks linking my feet to the grass, "Okay" I nod to her

"You can already control the basic elements correct?"

"Yes," I say

"What are the conditions needed to cause a storm?" She asks me

"Storms form when warm, moist air rises into the cold air," I respond

"Make that happen," She says plainly

I silently nod my head and close my eyes; my feet are firmly planted on the ground and my hands are open at my side. I begin to box breathe:

In 1,2,3,4

Hold 1,2,3,4

Out 1,2,3,4

Repeat

Eventually, I feel myself relax, I'm only focused on the surrounding sound of the night; the wind around me was nothing more than a breeze. I was in a total moment of zen and for a while it was quiet. After minutes of silence, the wind around me began to dance and I feel the hair on my arms stand, "It's coming I can feel it" I said as the wind begins to pick up rapidly.

I open my eyes and lift my hand to the sky calling the lighting to me. I see storm clouds forming over us almost fully blocking out the moon, nearly leaving us in total darkness if not for the candles, "Come on" I yell to the storm. For a moment it grew eerily quiet but suddenly flashes of lights began to paint the sky; it was my lightning. Just as I began to smile with pride from the storm I created, a giant bolt of lightning makes it's way down, connecting to my hand and making my whole body seize.

The pain I feel is almost indescribable; not only did my body feel like every inch of me was on fire but my head felt like my brain was boiling inside my skull. For what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds, the pain stopped and I fell to the ground. The only thing I remember before fading away was Wanda rushing to me, "Millie Wake up" she says, "Millie don't g-", was all I hear before slipping away.

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The Vibe:

Breathe me -- sia

It's dark and quiet. I can't feel anything. I can't move.

"Mom.." I hear a males voice whisper

Who's voice is that?

I hear the voice speak again, "Mom I-" he coughs not being able to finish his sentence.

I know that voice.

"Momma I can't move" he speaks clearly before coughing and gurgling. That voice is so familiar. It's warm like the sun. The sun...

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

I love the sun. My son. I named him after the Sun God; the creator of the universe. He's my sunshine, my world, the center of my universe. My Amun.

"Amun!" I yell jolting up. When sitting up I instinctively grab my stomach in utter pain. Looking down I see I'm bleeding, I'm assuming a stab wound. Looking around I see I'm back at that same awful place. Kissena Park.

"Mom," Amun says

I hear my son call to me again; I snap my head in his direction and I see my son lying on the ground covered in blood, "No!" I scream crawling to him, "No, no, no"

When I reach him and scan him a little closer I can see he was stabbed like me but it must be somewhere fatal spot because he was coughing up blood, "He stabbed and knocked you out" he says in between coughs, "I tried t-to protect you but I wasn't strong enough, I'm s-sorry Mom"

"Hush now baby," I say panicked and in between tears, "I can heal you," I say holding my hand over his wound.

"You're too w-weak, you'll die," He says

"I don't care. You are my son, my life means nothing without yours. Just breathe baby" I say trying to calm him and myself down

"Momma, who is that? Sh-she looks like you" He says looking past me. I turn around and see no one.

"Amun baby no one is there," I say

"Momma she's so warm. I think- I think I'm going to go with her" Amun says to me

No.

"No baby stay with me. Don't go." I say my voice begins to shake, "Stay with me, I can fix you, Please" I beg

"It's okay momma, I'll be fine." He says before looking behind me and nodding his head.

I turn around and still see nothing, "What am I to do?  How do I breathe without you?"

Amun takes my hand and squeezes it and smiles before taking his last breath. His hand relaxed in mine, and his eyes glossed over. As he took his last breath he took a part of me with him. I pull my son's body to me holding him tightly never wanting to let him go.

"Well that was dramatic" I hear a man say from behind me, "It was a shame he went down so fast, I expected more from him considering his lineage."

I gently put my boy's body down leaving a kiss on his forehead before standing up and turning around. It was the faceless man in the black suit, "Bring him back"

"Like mother, like daughter. What are you willing to trade for his life? Your mother gave me her power. What do you have to barter?"

"Take anything, my power, my life, my soul. I don't care to take it all"

"No" he responds, "Why would I bring him back? I was the one who killed him."

"Y-you attacked us?" I asked. My voice was shaking; I was filled with not only grief and sadness but an overwhelming sense of rage, "Why? We lived in peace, I have atoned for my past. How did you even find us, we were so careful for years."

"Your family has always been on my radar, But you should thank your friend Agatha, she pointed me in your direction." He smiles as my heart drops

Agatha why?...

"I knew one day eventually one of your family's descendants' power would rival mine and I just can't have that. I figure it's time to end the whole bloodline. You should take some pride that it ends with you, you are the strongest and with more time you could have been more powerful." He steps closer placing a hand on my cheek. I look at him where his eyes should be, "It'll be easier if you just surrender Millaenyia"

"All chances of me surrendering left when you Killed my son." I sneer

"So be it," he says disappointed. Before I knew it his hands were hovering at the side of my head, he was draining me of my power and my life, "Don't worry this won't take long" he says softly

I fall to the ground, no longer able to stand up. If I don't act quickly, I will die.

Maybe I should let him.

I ponder on that thought for a while and just as I was about to accept my fate the man speaks up, "Almost done, you'll soon be with your son"

My son. He killed my son.

I snap out of it, realizing I was about to let my son's murderer roam free, I quickly devise a plan.

I'm too weak to kill. But I think I have enough in me to trap him.

I look up and see the man holding his head back as he was draining me, he wasn't paying attention to my hands. I lift my hand out toward the tree behind him; I use what's left of my powers to form an opening in the tree that was big enough to hide a body within it. Once done I call to the roots and branches of the tree, willing them to slowly creep up behind the man and gently wrap around his legs and arms. He was so focused on the feeling of this newly acquired power of his, that he didn't notice he was being detained until it was too late.

"What is this?" He says seeing the branches wrapped around his hand, "What are you do-" the man says before whipping back into the tree. His arms were now behind his back being thoroughly wrapped in roots followed by the rest of his body. The only exposed part of him now was his neck up, "This won't hold me, you child"

I stand up and walk to him, "You will rot in here" I sneer before wrapping my hand around his neck quickly taking back my power and life force. "All you care about is power right?" I ask knowing the answer, "I'll take that too" I say now draining him of his energy and power, leaving just enough to keep him alive so he can rot here for the rest of days.

"Let me-" he struggles to say "Let me ou-" The roots cover the rest of him effectively muffling his words. I step back holding my hand out to the tree and use my powers to close and seal it shut. I place my hand on the tree and close my eyes:

To be Seen or Unseen.

Never in the focus of one's eye

Of nature's age, it does defy

To be Seen, or Unseen

With this spell, this tree will never age. It shall never be directly seen but it will always be here.

Once done with the small runes are now etched around the tree sealing his fate. I walk back to my Amun and look at him one last time.

I need to bury you, my love.

When I go to pick him up I see he had the journal he made of me tucked away in his jacket. Not wanting to leave the journal behind for someone to find and use, I grab it and bind it to my wrist before I pick Amun up. I walk towards the lake and will the water to separate allowing me to walk down to the center of the lake. Once I make it to the spot I place Amun down. I kiss his forward one last time, "My sweet boy" I say before I hold my hand out and use my power to have him sink into the dirt, fully burying him.

I lay beside him now, with the intention of ending my life and resting beside him for eternity. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, something was stopping me like there was someone in my ear telling me no. So, still intending on resting beside my son, I decide that if I'm too cowardly to end it now, I don't deserve to remember him in case I wake up:

Forget me not

Forget me now

Forget the past

Forget the sound

Forget the memories

Forget the love

Forget it all

Forget it now

As I finish the spell, I feel myself begin to fade away and sink to the ground. The water released and is slowly filling the lake back up; I find comfort in my last lingering memory of my son's laughter before I'm completely asleep.

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The Vibe:

Labrinth & Zendaya - I'm Tired (From “Euphoria” An HBO Original Series – Lyric Video)

"Millie wake up!" That is all I hear before I feel water being poured on me.

The sudden feel of cold water all over me jolted me awake. I sit up completely dazed; my eyes were fuzzing and my ears wear slightly ringing. Eventually, the ringing faded and my eyes clear up. I look around and see Wanda sitting next to me, looking like she has seen a ghost, "Are you okay?" She asks, "Fuck you are still steaming, does that hurt? I thought the water would help," she says concerned.

"I'm okay," I say plainly.

"Are you?" she says. I look to her with expressionless eyes and nod.

My body feels numb, it's because of the lightning... No, I remember...

"Did it work? Do you remember?" She asks

"I remember everything," I say beginning to cry, "My son..." I say holding my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up, "Oh god my son" I say sobbing

[imthataliensuperstar]

*me being randomly joking around while making this post about needing namor to toss around like a salad then cover me with his cum as if it’s ranch*

namor after reading what i said & dead ass serious about doing it

me trying to explain to namor i was playing and my short ass can’t handle that big ass ancient godly dick

[letitiaslabyrinth]

STAY WITH ME

warnings: fem!Riri x black! fem OC (cs we need for fem on-fem representation), fluff, pampering, nicknames

OC: Novalie Pierce(Williams) — no-va-lee

word count: 1.3k+

A/N: ignore any and all mistakes in this, I've changed the POV like three times 😭😭. And the way I wrote this is it's in second person but instead of Riri saying "y/n" she'll say Novalie, Nova, or Novs

You stare at yourself in your bathroom mirror for a few seconds, figuring out how you were gonna style your braids today. You settle on a low bun just to get your hair out of your face for now. You turn on the faucet, wet your toothbrush, put toothpaste on it, wet it again, and then start brushing your teeth.

Riri comes up behind you, wrapping her hands around your waist. "Morning, ma." She kisses your neck then your cheek, "You sleep good?"

You hold up a finger and finish brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth out with water then mouthwash. You hiss softly at the tingly feeling the mouthwash leaves but ignore it otherwise. "Didn't go to bed til four," you say, turning around.

Riri lets you go, now leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed. "I thought we talked about that, Nova. Ion care how much work you got, you shouldn't be messin' up your sleep schedule over it."

"Baby, I know, I do, but I needed to get it out the way so that we could have this weekend off, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember but still. We can't have a good weekend if you sleep durin' the day and you awake durin the night."

You take Riri's hands in yours and kiss her on the lips. "I'll be okay, ri." you say softly, "I promise."

"Okay. Okay, I believe you. You want me to cook us some breakfast before we take a shower?"

"Uh uh, we gon clock out on the couch after we eat, so shower now."

"Yes ma'am." Riri takes two bonnets out of the small bin full of them while you turn on the shower then hands one to you.

"Ma, you want pancakes or waffles?"

"Waffles, please."

"With chocolate chips on top?"

You smile at the fact that Riri remembers. "Yes ma'am."

A few minutes go by and Riri hands you your plates. One with a double stack of waffles, the other with cheesy eggs and bacon. She puts down a tall glass cup and fills it with apple juice.

After Riri makes sure you've got everything, she sets her food down and sits next to you. She made herself the same thing with the same drink, but a different main dish, french toast with strawberry syrup.

"You ready to eat, baby?" You ask.

"Hell yeah. You got everything you need?"

"Yup." You press play on the remote, the T.V. now playing Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.

The two of you eat silently but you find yourself staring at Riri once she's finished. Riri's a slow eater, she pays more attention to whatever she's watching instead of the food itself.

The sun was almost up now and the light from the windows bounced off her, giving her face the most perfect glow you had ever seen.

Riri does a double take from you to the T.V. and catches you staring. "What's wrong? I got somethin' on my face?"

You shake her head, "I'm just staring at my beautiful wife. I can't do that now?" you ask with a smirk on your face.

Riri snorts and rolls her eyes, "Oh, shut up. You're so corny," she says, but you can see her smiling.

You lean over and kiss Riri on the forehead when she turns her head back to you. "I love you, Mrs. Williams."

"I love you, Mrs. Williams." Riri stops eating completely, her attention on the T.V.

"Eat, ri." You remind her, and she does.

"Food was good?" Riri says, "You ate but didn't drink til you were done."

"That's cause if I did I wouldn't have finished my food, you know that, ri."

She hums softly, finishing the food on her plate.

As she was about to pick up the dishes, you stopped her.

"You cooked, lemme clean up."

Riri smiles and holds her hands up in defense, "Aight." She finishes the juice then hands you the cup. "Thank you, ma."

There wasn't much to do since Riri cleans up after herself when she cooks, usually only leaving the dishes you guys ate out of.

When you came back to the couch, Riri was laying down on her back, her eyes dropping and opening.

You get the blanket you put under the coffee table and place it over Riri.

You sit down slowly, not wanting Riri to feel the dip in the couch. Gently, you pick Riri's head up and put it on your thigh, watching as her chest rises and falls peacefully.

You put your hand on Riri's cheek, caressing it softly, and eventually falling asleep alongside her.

When you woke up, Riri wasn't by your side anymore. But she was still in the apartment.

You can hear the shower running in the bathroom.

You pick your phone up off the coffee table and lay down on your back, scrolling through Pinterest, trying to find new nails to show your nail tech.

"Whatchu doin', my love?" Riri asks, coming out of the room. She wears her natural hair more than you most days, today being one of those days. She has on a spaghetti strap singlet with shorts. "And so much for not falling asleep early, huh."

"Lookin for some new nails. I need somethin' new to show my nail tech also, you fell asleep first, remember?"

Riri makes a fake thinking face as she walks over to you and sits down, "Ion remember that happening but whatever you say. You find anything you like yet so we could get our nails done?"

You pause and look at Riri. "We? You're getting your nails done with me?"

"Yeah, ion wanna leave your side today."

You giggle and kiss Riri on the lips, "I love you."

"I love you. Now, find something you like so we can get going."

You stare at your nails once they're fully dry, loving the way they look.

Riri wolf whistles behind you, grinning. "You look good, mama."

"Shit, I feel good." You laugh and get up, thanking your nail tech.

Riri pays her and the two of you head out.

You open the car door, smiling at the red and pink bouquet of flowers on your seat. You look over at Riri, who also has a smile on her face.

"Ri, when did you have the time to get these?" You finish your sentence while getting in the car, the flowers on your lap, "They are literally stunning."

"I got em while you were napping during your foot massage. Figured it was the only time I had to disappear for minute without you noticin'."

"Well, you were definitely right."

When you guys reach home, Riri tells you to freshen up because she had a surprise for you.

"Ri, can I open my eyes yet?" You ask, hesitantly moving around the apartment, Riri's hands covering your eyes as well as your own.

"Just a few more steps, Novs." She stops you, taking her hands away. "You can look now, ma."

You open your eyes slowly, letting yourself adjust to the low setting lights. Finally, you take in what you're looking at. More flowers on the dining room table, they're blue orchids, the only flower that both you and Riri like. The plates of food with the half full glasses of wine next to them. It smells amazing, you know this took Riri hours, maybe. Despite acknowledging everything, you can't fathom how real this moment is, how real everything is. You and the love of your life are here together-

"Novalie?" Riri using your full name snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Baby, you completely outdid yourself with this," You say in a whisper.

She smiles and you kiss her on the lips. "I love you, Ri."

"I love you."

[namorslutfanfiction]

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

Part One Part Two Part Three

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

Angst, fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

....

AND THERE IT IS. THE END.

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[letitias-wife]

Our Countries Greatest

Description: After the loss on the bridge against the Talokanils, Okoye returns to Wakanda without Shuri and the scientist. The Queen is not pleased. A/n: There is a serious lack of Attuma/Reader fics. I will do my best to fill that hole. Feel free to dm or comment for any chapter or other story ideas. Warning: mentioned kidnapping Word count: 756 (I know it's short but I'm posting the second chapter tonight)

Chapter 2

Chapter One: Anathi, Daughter of Okoye

Once Okoye was dismissed I sunk back into my throne, my heart full of dread and regret. My daughter has been taken, Bast knows what they're doing to her.

Vivid images of Shuri helplessly reaching for me, "Mama!" 

My vision blurred with tears, "Call in Anathi."

The council and crowd of Doras gasped and whispered to one another. I silenced them with a wave of my hand, "Bring her in immediately, tell her nothing of her mother's dishonor or she will want to bargain."

Aneka nodded and silently marched out of the throne room, accompanied by Ayo who gave me a worried but reassuring nod. M'baku, still chomping on a carrot leans forward. He grins and sighs, "I hope you have a real plan for her. She does not take well to authority."

I nod, "My daughter and Anathi have a close...bond, I'm sure she'll be ready to listen when she hears about Shuri." I know she'll find Shuri and bring her home safely, I remember when they were what their generation calls "a thing". I stared up at the ceiling, trying to prevent more tears from falling. I stood to my feet, "I will have Anathi work with Nakia to retrieve my daughter by any means necessary."

Anathi has been through decades of training since she was 4, but what has made her so strong is that she is fearless and merciless. Death is not something she fears but welcomes.

"That's a grand idea!" M'Baku mocked, "Bring in Wakanda's blood-thirsty, war machine and force her to team up with Nakia, the spy with some sort of common sense."

"They have worked well together in the past." Isaach, the River Tribe elder spoke.

"That was before we imprisoned her father for treason." the Merchant Tribe elder darted her eyes to Isaach, "She adored her father, did she not my queen?"

I nodded, "We can talk about that when she gets here."

I rested my hands on either side of my throne and sighed, "You all are dismissed for now."

The council and their guards slowly shuffle out of my throne room except for M'Baku. He walked to me and held out his hand, "She will be okay, my queen. They wouldn't dare risk war with our country."

I hum and nod to my friend's comforting words. Once the silence settles in the throne room I could only hear the subtle sniffles and cries coming from me, burning tears streaked down my cheeks and my hand tightened around M'baku's. Everyone is gone. My love, my son, and now my daughter.

Anathi's point of view

I hummed along to the music that played softly in the background of my workspace. I run my fingers down the side of my Nifo'oti (a Samoan axe), carefully testing the sharpness of the blade. My eyes burned from being awake for so long, I looked up at my clock...4:27 pm. 

"What day is it?" I stood up from my workbench with a loud grunt and began softly singing to calm myself, hoping to make myself tired so I can finally sleep.

Someone's here. I turned towards my door, waiting for a knock. "It's probably Shuri." I smiled and rushed towards the door.

"Anathi." A deep, feminine voice stopped me before I could open the door. I turned to face my mother, whose demeanor gives me chills.

"Don't open the door." she gently took my hand in hers and set it to my side. Her body was trembling as if she were anxious or disturbed by something

"Mama, what-" she cut me off.

"Shuri's been kidnapped." She whispered, "By...Namor."

"That fish thing?" my face dropped, "How did this happen?"

"It happened on the bridge, I got knocked into the water and- Anathi, you have to get her back." My mother begged, folding her hands.

"Why should I?" I scoffed, trying to hide my concern, "You all banished me from the Dora like some filth, do it yourselves."

"We didn't banish you." Another voice spoke that I recognized as Ayo.

I turned to face her standing at my door, "We removed you because of your- well this." She waved her hand around mentioning my room that was covered wall to wall in different weapons, armor, and shields. I collected them from different tribes and countries when I traveled. They were given as gifts or rewards for my service. There was an obvious spot missing from my wall, where my spear used to be. The one gifted to me by the Dora when I completed training years ago. The one they took from me.

"Queen Ramonda requests your presence Warrior Anathi." Aneka ushered me from my room, clamping on a pair of vibranium, "Behave this time."

I sighed, "This is gonna be a shit show."

Next part

[mickimomo]

Storm Chapter 10

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I'm going to try to work on some other pieces now that I've had a proper break. 💓

[ssilcatt]

b’aah ch’ok ajaw k’awiil 🤲🏻✨

[axailslink]

Cocky Bitch

Stud!Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you were talking like you were big and bold and now Riri wants you to be bold in front of her. She calls you and you tell her your true thoughts.

You're a giggling mess as you look at your phone and send the message you've been pondering on for about a good five minutes. You’d paced the room for a while in hopes that you'd send it eventually but it took a while Riri ain't one to play around with you especially if you are trying to rile her up. You take a deep breath and send it with a wide smile on your face as you do so.

you keep doing all this talking when you could really be putting your mouth to better use.

You never received a message back and your anxiety is off the walls. This ain't the first time you've texted her something like this so why is she not answering? Before you can let yourself get too in your thoughts and feelings there's a knock on your dorm room door you're quick to answer it as you were already standing. Behind the door a smiling Riri is revealed and you immediately try to close it back but she's already let herself in. "So what was with all that I should put my mouth to better use talk? Cause I'm here I brushed my teeth, I filed my nails down and I got my book bag. So what was up with all that shit you were saying?" You laugh and shrug “I was just playing it ain’t even that serious” Riri nods and watches as you try to put some distance between you and her but she doesn’t let you get far because she grabs you by your waist keeping you within kissing distance. “Tell the truth you knew you weren't playing. We both know you weren't playing, matter of fact I’m pretty sure you get off to the sound of my voice so if you about it I’m about it.”

Oh this cocky bitch.

She’s so hot yet she’s so cocky and arrogant but why the fuck does she wear it so well? You’re a little annoyed now simply because she’s right you could get off to the thought and sound of her. It's disgusting but if this theory were tested it would be true. “Get off to the sound of your voice?” she nods as she licks her lips and lets her eyes run down your form, her gaze perverted as if she can see right through your clothing. Your stomach does backflips but you’re trying to prove that she’s a cocky bitch right now so now is not the time to fold instead you mumble “and what makes you think that?” She smiles before she speaks because she knows she’s about to read you down to the last page. “I mean maybe it’s the way when we’re on the phone approximately around twelve I start to get sleepy so I nod off and you go “baby talk to me” and I’m just humming as a reply but when I do speak I don’t have much energy… However I am wide awake when I hear you start to whimper my name or when you suddenly mute yourself and I can no longer hear that raggedy ass fan in the background. So yeah I know you could get off on just my voice, maybe even just the thought of me.” You want to disagree but why lie about something she already knows the truth about? You stand there as still as a statue until she sits her bag down beside your feet and it thuds against the ground bringing you back to reality.

“Since you know so much how about you go sit down. You know I think about you when I touch myself but you don’t know what I’m imagining so I confess…” You gently push Riri towards your bed while you lock your door “I imagine you underneath me being as pretty as you are right now except you’re crying from the overstimulation this whole cocky facade you put on it’s gone. I want to get rid of it. I want to see you in shambles underneath me. Would you like to be in shambles underneath me?” Riri just sits on the edge of your bed not expecting such words to come out of your mouth not once have you ever said anything of the sort to her about this little fantasy of yours. It makes her look at you differently. She's never had anyone talk to her the way you just had and she’s interested she wants to know more about these little fantasies of yours. Maybe even experience them. “I asked a question. Riri I would love an answer in return” Riri nods but she’s finding it hard to answer because how would she? What should she say? What should she do?

“Yeah.”

A/n: as y'all know my FICS do not be edited well so if you see something confusing let me know via messaging I'll fix it.

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[goddess-mixmi]

King Killmonger and his Queen Tempest🖤✨

As mentioned before Imani had been in small relationships with Erik Stevens before she realized Bucky had feelings for her. Both Erik and Imani had quite a lot of similarities, dead parents, being seen as outsiders despite being Wakandan, and wanting to give aid to people who look like them that can’t protect themselves. Imani didn’t think she was capable of love until she met him, he made her fell less alone.

Erik himself had a bit of a idolizing crush on her when she was first seen as Tempest and now he had a chance to be with him despite her trying to kill him at first for defeating T’Challa. Now she definitely could’ve held her own against him if her superpowers weren’t being restricted and he could’ve felt with her but he didn’t. He wanted her and she wanted him so he decided he’d marry her once everything was set in place. Imani almost got through to him about his motives being quite intense and promised to help the country that raised her and more when she becomes queen but it all went downhill in the end. And before he died he said he truly liked her, even left her with two kids of her own ( and depression too😭)

[umber-cinders]

Title:  𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Chapter 25: Family Matters

Chapter Summary: The plot thickens on the council's possible betrayal. M'Baku is determined to protect his family from outside forces looking to destroy what he worked so hard to gain. Meanwhile, Inyanga is dead set on protecting her family from within. You would think that would put them on the same page. It's never that easy.

Warnings:  MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU

❥Chapter Index ❥

“So they are doing things out of the ordinary, but nothing within the realm of real suspicion.” M’Baku concluded.

Across from his desk, M’Bele leaned against the wall near a bookshelf. He could sit down—of course—but the tension in his limbs was wound too tightly. The moment Bosede called and confirmed that N’Gamo and his ill-tempered father had been meeting important people in discrete locations, it had confirmed every suspicion he’d had about the incident during court the other day. They couldn’t be trusted. He had never been particularly fond of N’Gamo or the way the other alpha always tried to find ways to undermine him. When the position of pack leader became unobtainable for him, he’d set his eyes on the next best thing.

M’Bele scoffed to himself. As if he would ever let a duplicitous knot-rider like N’Gamo outdo him. Keeping him in his place had become a part-time job of sorts. That was just how much he liked testing the shark-infested waters of pack hierarchy.

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[jasmindoodles]

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[gulnarsultan]

erik killmonger x the reader is his mother , in the scene where he sees his father in the ancestral plane , i wish it was his mother

You may have met Erik's father by chance. Your beauty, kindness and good personality caught his attention. Especially your stance against racism had a great impact on him. Your love soon ended in marriage. Your happy family was completed with the birth of your son Erikin. Your son was your pride. You and your husband work together in the care of your son. You get very emotional when you hear his first word and see his first steps. After a while you lose your husband. You and your son are alone in life. You are trying to do everything to protect your son. You are trying to prevent your son from taking action for revenge. You stand by your son no matter what he decides. Your son is overprotective of you. He has no mercy on those who try to harm you and those who insult you.