#wakanda forever black panther oc

[kawaiigirly21]

Just some guys I'm delusional about 🥰🥰🥰

I'm totally normal about them. 100% Might write about them? Lemme know if y'all want a story about any of them. Gonna focus on my marvel mens rn

[umber-cinders]

Title:  𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Chapter 26: Bulletproof

Chapter Summary: Inyanga is still putting the pieces of her new life into place, but recent unrest within Pack Jabari throws a wrench in those plans.

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

Tagging @miss-vanta-likes-to-write as requested 😄This is chapter 26 but I have no idea if you've ever read this story before. If not here it is and the chapter index is below.

❥Chapter Index ❥

A small swath of fluffy snow swirled in eddies by Inya’s table. She watched some of the flakes melt as they landed on the part of the ground that transitioned from concrete to wood. The heated panels of the patio made up a majority of the outdoor seating around Uloma’s clinic. She was pretty sure the Jabari valued nature more than any other pack in the surrounding areas. Even the cold bite of impending winter temperatures didn’t deter them from wanting to sit outside for lunch.

Inya’s mind wasn’t really on food. She absently twirled the curled end of one of her braids and considered the unexpected sequence of events that brought her to sit out in thirty-degree weather. The intricately woven cornrows were a change from her previous box-braid style; an undeniable indicator that she’d experienced yet another heat.

She never thought she would be happy to repeat the experience, but there were extenuating circumstances that had her almost willing to pray for it to come.Namely, her heat had been late.

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[levissslutt]

About Time

Warnings: 18+ MDNI wc: 1.5k

Summary: Haze and Shuri have been friends for years. Stolen glances and soft touches was all they ever had time for. After the death of her mother, Shuri needed Haze more than ever—while working on a new project to take her mind of things a late night in Shuris lab leads to a heated session overlooking the city.

Haze

Shuri and I and had been close as long as I could remember, conjoined at the hip if you will. We met at a science camp when we were about 10—I blew up the mini generator we were making, we weren't hurt at all, but the blast knocked us back a couple of feet, most damage done was some singed eyelashes and ruined lab coats.

I remember that day like it was yesterday, we laughed so hard, the sides of my stomach hurt. Needless to say we were no longer allowed into the lab.

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I didn’t realize or understand it at the time but, I was absolutely in love with her. The way her beautiful brow skin glistened in the sunlight. Or how excited she got when she was showing me a new project she was working on. Most of all was the way every tiny moment the two of us shared was filled with so much electricity,it was enough to charge me for a lifetime.

The realization really hit when she ditched the, cute school girl box braids and wore her hair short, shaved on the sides. My Bast.

“Yo Haze, can you come and hold this up for me for a sec.”

She called out to me from where she was in her lab, requesting my assistance on our current project. A motorcycle. Just building one from scratch, no biggie. In reality I sat at her desk and sipped on a coke through a straw while she was in nothing but her sports bra and sweats on the floor.

I slinked over grabbing the tool she needed and handed it to her with ease, she grinned up at me from the position she was in on the floor. Eyes full of mischievous and admiration.

The two of us could be in the same room for hours and not say a word, and there wouldn't be a single awkward moment.

I had stayed and 'helped' her in here all damn day. It was our only day away from the world—a day we didn’t have to clock in or follow an agenda and yet here we were. Working. Well here Shuri was....working.

But it was with her, it was her presence her attitude and aura that pulled me in. She was absolutely captivating—In her element. I watched with amused awe, and honestly—I could watch her like this for hours on end. And I did.

“Take a picture....bast.” She mumbled.

I knew she knew I was watching her, but still that damn accent…damn. It made my cheeks flush.

“Actually I would if you’d give me my damn phone back.” I snickered.

She snickered mockingly from her spot on the ground, earning her a mean side eye.

“I’m almost done mama I promise.”

My heart stammered at the pet name, but I sat there silently watching her.

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After a while she rose from her position on the floor throwing her tools to the side and sighing, with a wicked grin.

“I’m done, but let’s test it out tomorrow, tonight I need you.” She damn near growled. The sudden change in atmosphere almost gave me whiplash.

She scooped me into her arms as she drawled out the last part of the sentence. Little did the world around us knew—we had been sharing kisses and late night "conversations" between the sheets for many…many months now. Walking with me in her arms to the tiny makeshift office, she eyed me hungrily.

"Look at you my pretty girl." She whispered at the base of my ear in a way that made my spine tingle with excitement. She held me by my butt, cupping her hands to hold me in place. I couldn't help, but hold her face in my hands. She was so beautiful.

I kissed her soft features making a path to her jaw line, her hushed groans like music to my ears.

We were still in her lab, but had retired to a small built in office with a spacious bathroom. There was a window in the bathroom that sat on the back wall that overlooked the beautiful Wakandan city buildings.

They stood tall kissing the stars in the sky.

It was a sight I had never gotten tired of, especially since I spent too many nights to remember here, with her in her lab...hence the office and bathroom.

My nose brushed against hers as she set me on the sink counter, giving me a perfect view of the city. I locked eyes with her, fire coursing through the air.

Her hands ran up my arms, leaving chills in its wake.

Our lips crashed together in a desperate/needy kiss, her hands continuing to roam over me. She found my hips, thighs, undressing me, clawing at me.

"Bast."

My hands cupped her face deepening the kiss, bucking my hips into her, want- needing her.

"Shuri , Im so in love with you."

She groaned into my lips, "you have no idea baby, how in love I am with you too." Her eyes found mine, more words we couldn't form, floated in the irises of her eyes.

She kissed me, slowly, like she was trying to pull every bad thought out of my head. She kissed me as if our lips; intertwined held secrets like no other.

In between each kiss her hands tugged my shorts off, lifting me to sit on the edge of the cushy bench that sat right in front of the window. I leaned onto the cool glass giving her access too my core.

"Fucking hell."

Her lips found my soaked cunt, licking and flicking at my folds, expertly. She knew every spot and every nerve. She knew how much I could take and just how to drive me infuckingsane.

She didn't stop her lucid movements—her tongue curling into me in the most euphoric way. My hands found her thick curls, gripping, grasping for some stability. She was unraveling the knot in my core by the second.

"Ah- Shuri." My voice was low and filled with lust. She knew all the right spots and was swirling her tongue into me with greed and passion. My eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure.

The tension in the pit of my stomach was building, my legs trembled slightly against her beautiful cocoa skin. Her hands held me with such care and serenity, she must've thought I'd disappear into thin air.

Her slim fingers drawing traces on my skin, igniting a fire in its path. She slid her hand down my thigh, slowly, teasing—my senses blooming beneath her like a garden in spring.

"God Shuri, you feel so good"—My voice was strained and raspy.

She hummed against me—grinning into my core—her slick tongue flicked at my bud, and then eventually hooking inside of me, curling at the perfect angle.

My hands tightened in her curls, holding onto her like a prophesy—eyes watching her pretty lips attach to mine. Her dark brown eyes flickering to mine instantly, her mouth soaked from the activities.

Just before the cord snapped, she stopped, leaving me utterly confused.

"Can I ride you princess?"

Oh?

She was testing new waters today. Grinning like a fool I slid all the way on my back spreading for her, she had her lip tucked in between her teeth. I watched her strip, discarding her sweats without a care in the world.

"You can fuck me in the throne room for all I care, but you're the princess , don't ever forget that."

Straddling me, her facial expression contorted, amusingly.

"Yea you right...tell me again baby, who am I."

My words got choked up in my throat as she lowered herself onto me, rocking her hips slowly.

"Mhmm, you so wet Haze."

My mouth fell open, watching her move her body above mine, skin shining perfectly against the fluorescent bathroom lights.

"My pretty princess." I breathed out, in utter shock at the sight above me.

Her hands held my thighs right at my sides, gliding herself again me. The feeling of her clit on mine was ecstasy. She felt like warm silk.

Her soft thighs resting on mine as she glided her hips on me. My hands reached out for her sports bra, lifting it over her head.

"Your so beautiful my love." Her eyes slightly twinkled, shining like the stars in the sky.

She watched me, eyes sparkling, riding me like she had a point to prove. My entire body was tingling beneath her, heat radiating between us.

"Fuckk Haze."

Her eyes were low, hips stuttering as she neared her high. I rocked my hips beneath her in synch needing more, needing to feel every bit of her, needing her pussy on mine like it was a life line.

My mouth hung open, breathy moans falling out of my lips.

"That's it b-bast Haze, fuck me back baby."

Her head was thrown back, her tits bouncing ever so slightly at the movements—my fingers tracing her hip line, leaving goosebumps in its path.

Our essence mixing together on each other, had me loosing control, she rocked faster on me, her clit working like a god on mine, she was soaked, dripping onto me, as I dripped onto the bench below us.

My hands gripped her hips, matching her pace perfectly, grinding into each other.

"Right there right there Shuri holy fuck."

Her legs trembled against mine, as she released, her walls clenching around nothing as mine did the same, her pretty moans echoed off the walls, sounding like a symphony.

I wasn't far behind her, hips stuttering, cumming hard against her.

"F-fuck baby."

Coming down from our highs she slid off me, sighing heavily, contented, fucked out.

This was how most of our nights ended, wrapped in each others arms, over looking the lights.

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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

[billfinarts]

My Black Panther oc, Kijani!

The second part of my Marvel fanon story after showing Beastmonger is this pretty boy. I've had Kijani sitting like many ocs and stories since 2018, and it has been so fun revamping him and other characters!

Son of the Unworthy King.

[axailslink]

Dorming with Riri vs Dating Riri

(I'm back for a short period of time I'll post about it later.)

Dorming

Riri is probably the best roommate one can be gifted with you both study together and she cracks jokes at the ass crack of dawn to keep you up while studying. When she buys food for herself she makes sure to get something for you and stays on top of your own and her own assignments. You two definitely get close really quickly.

Dating

The goofiness goes nowhere she has the energy of an absolute crackhead all the time which makes it very easy to cheer you up when you're upset. Definitely more touchy she loves to feel on you in any way possible massage your legs, feet, or back she loves kissing and cuddling. Annoyingly loving but it shows she expresses a lot of care for you. Homegirl will not let you starve matter of fact you need or want anything she's on it immediately.

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@lucillele

@shuri-lover

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[mickimomo]

Storm Chapter 10

Link

Enjoy the new chapter!

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

[ditzydogxd]

holy shit, Bark made a video !!!!

Still depressed as shit, but I drew lesbians to cope

[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😭)

[fruitmilkshake]

Another random fact; Sometimes I like to imagine that my Na'vi oc; Tarya, is based on these characters; Shuri (BP/WFBP) Robin (ST)

[tallulahchanel]

Disintegration (AU) [Part 2]

Fandom: Black Panther; Wakanda Forver; Avengers Infinity War

Characters: Nakia, Sizwe (River Tribe Elder), Unathi (oc), Queen Naomi (oc), and Queen Ramonda

Warnings: Angst, mentions of character death, grief

Words: 3.2k

Tags: @thekrazykeke @marieewrites @masterofhounds @post-woke @loloalin @i-drink-and-i-write-fics @lady-olive-oil @griot-of-wakanda

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The image of Kya disintegrating into ash right in front of her still plagued Nakia's mind as she willed her legs to get her home. She and Okoye settled for walking back, neither of them having the energy to call Shuri for a jet, if she was even there to accept the call. They also needed time to process what had just happened and how it was going to affect everything around them.

As soon as Nakia walked into her mansion, she was met with the concerned faces of her father, stepmother Babalo, and great-aunt Rhikya. Since the fight wasn't near the River Tribe borders, there was no need for them to evacuate, so they waited at the mansion for the two sisters to return.

Just as Nakia was about to tell them what happened out there, her voice caught in her throat, unable to say the words. Instead, she collapsed to her knees and allowed tears to fall from her cheek and onto her father's sandals. She soon felt his arms wrap around her and she buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed into it. She could sense that he was fighting back his own tears from the pain of losing his youngest daughter, but at that moment, she could only think about her grief and distress.

Time seemed to blur as Nakia eventually got up from the floor and went to wash off the blood, sweat, and dirt from the battle. She didn't bother looking towards Kya's suite, knowing her sister wouldn't be there to greet her with her bright and warm smile.

After showering and changing into her nightgown, Nakia climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head, begging for sleep to come. Babalo had come in to check on her, insisting that food would be good for her, but she shook her head and promised her stepmother she would eat in the morning.

Babalo could only nod and leave her alone to sit in her grief.

~~~

Wakanda was in a state of mourning, and the dark cloud that loomed over the skies for the next few days didn't help. Even the market that usually buzzed with gossip and half-truths was quiet enough for one to hear their sandals walking against the grasslands.

To honor the lives that were lost from either the battle or becoming ash, Queen Naomi organized a mass grieving ceremony in which the citizens would release lanterns in the air as a celebration of the lives lived and the memories preserved.

Nakia stood in the middle of the River province with her family as they released a lantern in remembrance of Kya. "Goodbye, my omncinci," she said as tears fell down her cheek as she remembered Kya's bright smile, warm presence, and funny personality.

That night, as Nakia lay in bed, she felt her mother's presence. It was rare for Unathi to visit from the ancestral plane, claiming that they rarely need her, but tonight was an exception. More tears flowed as Unathi twisted Nakia's tight coils around her finger.

"She's not there," she told Nakia, adding to her disappointment.

It relieved the War Dog that her baby sister wasn't dead in a traditional sense, but it left her wondering where her spirit was and how much she would give to see her omncinci again.

Unathi's actions eventually lulled her to sleep and gave her much-needed rest for the night. However, Nakia was ready to return to work the next morning. She needed to do something besides sitting in that mansion all day, thinking about Kya.

Fortunately for her, great-aunt Rhikya had an assignment in Liberia and could use the extra hands. "The time away might do you some good," she told Nakia while pouring herself a glass of iced tea Babalo mixed with some lemonade. "But it's only a temporary fix. You still have to do the work of healing yourself."

Nakia didn't say anything, just shoved a fork full of eggah in her mouth and nodded.

The work in Liberia only lasted for two months, and she intended on returning to Oakland to continue her work at the Outreach Center. That was until she received notice that Queen Naomi will eventually switch her to another program.

"My Queen!" Nakia addressed her after barging into her office uninvited, Ayo on her tail.

"I tried to stop her," the second-in-command informed her queen, who just waved her off.

"It's alright, Ayo. Return to your post."

Ayo gave Nakia a warning scowl before leaving out, but the War Dog kept her gaze fixed on Naomi.

"Why would you move my work to Haiti without consulting me first?"

Naomi adjusted the glasses over her eyes. She would've usually worn her contact lenses, but maybe she didn't feel like putting them on that day. Truthfully, the queen hadn't been seen in the glamorous light everyone knew her for. She once walked the palace with confident strides, adorned in a fine gown or custom-made bodysuit as her cocoa-brown skin glistened with perfumed oils. A grieved soul that didn't have the energy to do those things for herself replaced that woman. Today, she wore a simple and clean t-shirt with gray sweatpants that still showed off her curves, and flip-flops, even though the chipped polish on her toenails showed that they hadn't been painted in a while. Her black silk-pressed hair scattered on her shoulders as her bangs hid her eyes, along with her cat-eye glasses. Since there wasn't a council meeting that day, Nakia figured she chose to dress down for the pile of paperwork on her desk.

"Nakia," Naomi addressed her, "I'm building an Outreach Center there, and when it opens, I want you to direct it. You're the best person for the job, and you'll be closer to home, which means you can make more frequent visits to your family. I think this assignment would be good for you."

"Who gave you the authority on what's good for me?"

With a heavy and exasperated sigh, Naomi got up from her desk and walked around to get eye level with Nakia. "I'm trying to be as empathetic as I can with everything that's going on, but I'm not gonna deal with your attitude right now."

Nakia tried to reprimand the queen for speaking to her in that manner, but Naomi continued.

"I'm sorry about Kya, and I miss her too, but you're not the only one here who has lost someone. Queen Mother lost both of her children. M'Baku lost his wife. And not only did I lose my king, I lost the father of my child, my best friend, and the love of my life." Naomi paused to wipe the tear that fell from her eye. "The point is, we're all doing what we can to keep Wakanda running smoothly. All I'm asking is for you to do the same."

Before Nakia could say anything in her defense, the office door opened to reveal N'Kusa, the Dora of Prince Javon, cradling the toddler in her arms.

"My queen. He's awake from his nap and wanted to see you."

"Come here, my baby." Naomi took her son from the Dora and hugged him close.

Prince Javon was a spitting image of his father. Deep-ebony skin, baby doe eyes, and tight, black coils. When he did smile, it was big and bright, just like T'Challa's. The smile that warmed the hearts of everyone that came in contact with him.

Nakia hung her head in shame. Seeing the two of them together only emphasized the queen's words. She did only lose her sister, but everyone in Wakanda has lost someone as well, especially their beloved king.

"Your people need you now more than ever," Naomi's voice grabbed her attention, but she didn't respond. Felt too ashamed to say anything.

Nakia just cleared her throat to rid it of the forming lump and left without a formal dismissal from her queen.

With that day's revelation, Nakia made a point to check on her father. She hadn't really asked him how he felt, but she assumed it would be like the time their family lost her brother, Isipho. A bouncing baby boy that died from SIDS a year prior to Kya's conception. The circumstances were different, but it was still a loss.

"I can't help thinking it's all my fault," she told him while looking out the window of his study, a tear streaking down her cheek. "If I hadn't-"

"Shhhh," Sizwe cut her off with a gentle pat on her shoulder. "Kya had her mother's stubborn determination. There was nothing you could do to stop her. Nor could you have stopped what happened to anyone else."

Nakia wiped her tears away, but more came. "I'm sorry baba. I came in here to check on you."

"I'm taking it one day at a time. It's all one can do."

She didn't say anything, not that there was much to say. Except something she had been thinking about for a while, but she wasn't sure how her father would accept it. After a few minutes of silence, she finally looked away from the window to lock eyes with him. "I saw umama a few weeks ago. Something she said had stuck with me, and I can't seem to let it go."

"What is it?"

Nakia released a sigh. "She said that Kya wasn't there."

That made Sizwe's eyes grow like saucers. "But she's gone. How is that possible?"

"I don't know," she answered with a shrug.

"Can you excuse me for a bit?"

With a nod, Nakia got up from the window cushion and left his office.

In the morning, she got word of an emergency council meeting to discuss what she shared with her father the night before, but she didn't bother to attend. She wasn't in the mood to sit in a semi-circle to talk about the possibility of bringing back their loved ones, not when the reality of everyone's disappearance was right in front of them. This wasn't the time for fantasies and false hopes, just the real world grounding them all with a sense of purpose. The only way Nakia would get that was in Oakland, where she will work until the Outreach Center in Haiti was complete.

~~~

Haiti, Outreach Center – 2025

Years passed, and things changed.

Looking in the mirror, Nakia's hands brushed the auburn locs off her shoulders to scoop them into a ponytail. She wasn't always one for commitment, but the decision to loc her hair came a couple of years prior when she learned that a mother of one of her students was a loctician. She had thought about it for years in Wakanda, but she took that as a sign from Bast to finally do it. Things were already different for her then, and the new hairstyle was her way of opening up to the change. Embracing it so to speak. And finally, it was something on her own terms.

Nakia secured the ponytail with a hair tie and sighed at what she was about to do. She hadn't contacted home in a while, not since her father called two years ago to tell her that Kya and the others returned by some miracle. Work that day had been stressful, so the only thing she was in the mood for was a cup of ramen and Abbot Elementary reruns. He relayed the news via a voice message she didn't hear till the next morning. He even put Kya on the message so she could hear her voice, but denial clouded her judgment, and she deleted the message, angry at her father for playing a cruel trick on her. That's why she hadn't returned either of the several calls from him or her sister over the years.

The last call Nakia received from her sister was a week after T'Challa's passing made the news. He had been sick for a while, meaning there would be no miraculous return from him. He was gone for good this time. After two days of locking herself in her home to mourn the loss of the man she never fell out of love with, she buried herself in work to keep a sense of normalcy in her life. She didn't even make an effort to attend his funeral.

As Nakia twirled a loc that strayed from her ponytail around her finger, she waited patiently for Shuri to answer the call, wanting to know how she was doing and how things were back home. However, she was asked to leave a message, much like the other calls to the young genius. She took the silence in stride and pressed on her beads again to contact her father. When he didn't answer, she figured he was busy in the office or pretending to like the Border Tribe Elder enough to play golf against him. The only person she could think to call was her sister, but she doubted there would be an answer, as she still didn't believe Kya would be on the other end. Closing her eyes, she said a quick prayer to Bast and took the plunge. Her call was immediately ignored and sent to voicemail, which made her sigh again, this time in defeat.

They were angry at her and there weren't enough apologies in the world to make up for not returning home, especially for T'Challa's funeral.

~~~

Nakia spent most of the next day completing paperwork in her office. She was a workaholic, a fact she knew all too well, but never got help for. If she had continued her regular therapy sessions, Dr. Idowu would say she needed a proper work-life balance, like a hobby or hanging out with friends. Problem is, Nakia hadn't developed much of either. There was her frenemy Juleka, but she was only useful for nights at the club or bar or the occasional movie or dinner if Nakia didn't want to go alone.

Nakia took a break from the paperwork for a few minutes to close her eyes and soak up the sounds of the children playing outside, her nerves instantly relaxing at their joy. She hadn't thought much about having children, especially since the accident that left her with scarred fallopian tubes, but she enjoyed the sounds of their laughter and playing.

"I bet I can do it and you'll owe me a snack cake when I do," a familiar voice caught Nakia's attention, and she sat up in her chair to look outside her window. Sure enough, eleven-year-old Juna Yves was swinging on the monkey bars, ready to climb them to impress her classmates.

Storming out of her office, Nakia made a beeline toward the playground to stop Juna from hurting herself. As soon as she walked outside, she found the eleven-year-old with her foot on the second bar, preparing to put it on the top bar. "Juna!" She scolded the young girl with her hands on her hips. "Get down from there, now!"

The little girl narrowed her eyes at Nakia, but backed down when the headmistress folded her arms. "You know, Miss Nakia, you should really learn to lighten up," she said while climbing off the monkey bars.

Nakia rolled her eyes, but a smile twitched at the corner of her lips. "I'll lighten up when you learn to stay out of trouble."

"I am no trouble at all." Juna stuck her nose in the air, her words and demeanor reminding Nakia of when Kya would do the same thing when she told her to stay out of trouble.

Nakia shook the thought out of her mind before smirking at the little girl. "Why don't you come with me to check on the plants?"

That got Juna to smile, meaning she wasn't thinking about climbing the monkey bars for now. "I don't mind. Besides, I have to teach you everything."

Nakia let Juna walk in front of her, so the child wouldn't see her rolling her eyes, then followed her to the area where they grow the indoor plants. "This is beautiful," she complimented the garden croton Juna had been growing for months. "I might let you keep it in your room."

Before Juna could answer, a voice Nakia hadn't heard in years, greeted her in Haitian Creole. "Bonjour."

She jumped in startlement and turned to lock eyes with the tall, chestnut-skinned woman, who smiled back at her.

Nakia turned back to Juna and patted her shoulder. "Ale lave. Li preske tan pou repa aswè (Go wash up. It's almost time for the evening meal)."

"Wi madam (yes ma'am)," Juna replied with a sweet smile, and walked off, making sure to greet the woman that just approached them.

As soon as Juna disappeared, Nakia gazed at the woman in front of her, keeping her tears at bay. "Queen Mother."

The pair walked the halls while she explained how she was able to use the resources to provide better education as well as food for the children. The conversation was going well until Ramonda abruptly changed it to a heavier topic.

"You were missed at T'Challa's funeral."

Nakia sighed, knowing that was coming. She walked over to the nearby railing and gripped it while hiding her incoming tears away from Ramonda.

"It's been six years since you left us. We thought you would at least come back for the ceremony. If not for him, for your sister. She misses you."

Nakia turned to her as her bottom lip trembled. "I miss her too."

That made Ramonda raise an eyebrow. "You speak as if she's still gone."

Nakia didn't say anything because in her heart, Kya was. Even if she has heard her sister's voice via the messages sent from her, it wasn't enough to make her go home. She wanted to believe that her omncinci was back there waiting for her to return, but she worried that she'd go there and find that Kya hadn't returned and her mind had been playing tricks on her. It didn't help that the voice messages have stopped.

"I was afraid," was all Nakia could say before returning her gaze to Ramonda. "I thought if I went back there and she wasn't there…I couldn't handle it. And now that T'Challa's gone…" her voice trailed off as more tears threatened to fall.

"Nakia," Ramonda affectionately addressed her, placing a hand on her cheek. "No matter where you go, you will always be Wakandan. You know death isn't the end. It wasn't for her, and it isn't for T'Challa."

Nakia sniffled and sucked up her remaining tears. "How is she?"

"She is well, but that's not the reason I came."

Nakia wiped at her eyes, so Queen Mother would know that she was fully listening.

"Shuri has been taken."

This made Nakia furrow her brows. "What?"

"You have infiltrated different nations before."

Nakia immediately shook her head, knowing what Ramonda was asking her. "Oko kwakukudala (that was a long time ago). I was a different person then."

"I need someone who could find where she's being held and rescue her without being seen."

Nakia nodded in understanding, seeing the desperation in Ramonda's eyes. "Yes, Queen Mother. But who on earth would risk war with Wakanda?"

[umber-cinders]

Winston C. Duke via Instagram June, 2024

🥹💗

And bonus pic of his ass in these leather pants

[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 20

Cw: terminal illness, death, acts of war

Gif by @mattoidmeerkat

Taglist @thegreatdragonfruta @v3d3rl1cht @urgonnaneedabiggership

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Eva asks the queen after she was moved to a hospital in Mount Bashenga. Shuri wasn’t here, staying up all night trying to figure out how to make the plant at her laboratory further into the mountain.

“We are prepared for such things.” Ramonda says underestimating her enemy.

No one had faced one like her husband and his people. How can you go against someone who could hypnotize your guards into opening every door for them?

“No, you aren’t. Wakanda will suffer if you do not let me handle this.” Eva begins. “My husband has prepared his people for battle since he became king four hundred years ago.”

The only way to get him to stop is if she summons him and calms him down. If anyone could get Namor to stand down, it was her.

“Wakanda would not survive this.” Eva, knowing fully well how easy it was to exploit the weaknesses the first time, has seen this place flooded out of existence.

Namor does not seek to conquer, he seeks to destroy.

“You do not know that.” The queen says ordering for security to be tightened around her and the women of the Dora Milaje assigned to her nod in understanding.

“I know him.” The witch cautioned. “He won’t stop until you’re dead and your city destroyed. What you did was an act of war, he will respond as such. Please, listen to me, let me go to you and stop him from ruining your country.”

But the queen is deaf to her pleas and leaves the hospital room to find her death waiting for her in the throne room.

“How could you stop him, you are too weak to be moved. I have seen this illness before, your injury won’t heal and the heart shaped herb refuses to return.

If you leave your bed, you will die.” There is a note of pain in her words. No one was sure how T’challa died so quickly of his illness, now Eva knew why.

An injury.

“The Herb can resurrect the dead.” Eva reminds her and the woman shook her head.

“She couldn’t make the herb then and she can’t make it now. What makes you think my daughter will succeed?” Ramonda asked already braced for failure as she left.

“Because I’ve seen it. She will learn to reconcile magic with science and Shuri will make the Flowers bloom again.”

No matter what she does the witch cannot tap onto the bond she has with her husband.

The medication numbs her to it, trapped inside her body like an ordinary woman.

“Ch’ah!” She calls out to him, tries everything ---not involving sexual acts as there are people here--- to get him to see she is alive. “Ch’ah!”

But he is deaf to her pleas for him to stop as he flies to the glass palace.

He is consumed by his grief, his rage and thinking he has lost her again.

A queen for a queen.

He means to kill Ramonda, that is his objective. To bring Shuri to her knees thinking she was in on it.

“You have to let me speak to him, I can make him stop!” Eva shouts at the doctors and the guards in here with her.

“It would be too dangerous, you cannot be moved.” The head doctor shook her head and considered other options only to find it was all too late.

The palace groans and begins to collapse from the hydro bombs and yet only one person was killed in the act.

Eva can see in her mind’s eye as Shuri and the warriors Nakia and Okoye try to resuscitate her dead mother.

“You did this!” Namor shouts, still thinking he had a just cause. “I came with only a few warriors. “Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.

May your next ruler be wiser and not betray Talocan again.”

“A queen for a queen.” Eva gasps in horror as she watched the wrath of her king bring Wakanda to it’s knees.

“And you will either join us against the surface world, or we will wash Wakanda from the face of the planet.” The God King of Talokan pronounced and Eva knew why he was going so far as to make such warning.

If he remains unaware of her being alive, he won’t yield when he fights Shuri.

He intends to die.

This line 'May your next ruler be wiser and not betray Talocan again' was ommitted and you can find it on the official script.

Sorry for taking so long i wrote myself into a corner and then took forever to write myself out of it.

[reinapantera]

Gamora questions "I may the Villian? I don't think I'm the villian.... maybe, maybe I'm......?"

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It's always nice to catch up with King T'Challa!

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Sims 4 gameplay

Just one of the families in one of my multiple saves.

Almehan family household

Sammy Almehan- Sammy is 25 years old and married to Namora. Sammy met Namora at a pride event when the two were 16. They married two years later at 18 then had their oldest child, Colel, four months later. They then had their son, K’iin, when Colel was five. Sammy is non-binary and pansexual. They had one tattoo on their back when they met Namora but agreed to hold off on getting more until they and Namora were married.

Namora Almehan- Namora is 25 years old and is the wife of Sammy. She is the youngest child of her family with two older brothers, Ch’ah and Attuma. Namora’s scars come from multiple battles over the years. She has a 7 year old daughter named Colel and a 2 year old son named K’iin. Ch’ah and Attuma never had a problem with her being pansexual since all they wanted for her was a partner who would love her and treat her right and that was Sammy. Namora didn’t get her tattoos until she married Sammy since it is Mayan tradition to not get tattoos until one is married.

Colel Almehan- The oldest child of Sammy and Namora. She’s 7 years old and was born the same year her parents were married. She favors Namora in looks but has the same poor eyesight of Sammy. She was also born hard of hearing and as such has been wearing hearing aids since she was a baby. She loves her baby brother and Aunties and uncles and her cousins.

K’iin Almehan- The youngest child of Sammy and Namora. He’s 2 years old and was born 5 years after his parents married. He favors Sammy in ways of looks but has the fiery spirit of Namora. He loves dancing, playing on his wabbit tablet, his aunties, uncles and cousins. He was born with good hearing and so far doesn’t seem to have any vision problems.

Ch’ah Almehan- Ch’ah is 34 years old and the oldest of the Almehan siblings. Her married Shuri Udaku 4 years ago. The scars on his body are from multiple battles over the years similarly to his siblings but the scars on his face are from a battle against Shuri. He currently has no children but wishes to have them. He had no tattoos prior to his marriage to Shuri.

Shuri Udaku- Shuri is 30 years old and the youngest Udaku sibling. She has an older brother, T’challa who is married to Nakia and has a nephew named Toussaint. Shuri had her tattoos prior to her marriage with Ch’ah but agreed to not get anymore until after their wedding. The scar on her stomach is her only one and is from the battle against Ch’ah. She has no children currently but like her husband she wants to eventually have some. Shuri kept her last name upon marrying Ch’ah because she wished to keep some form of attachment to her parents that passed away.

I’ll post the other family here eventually. They are comprised of Attuma, Okoye, their son Itzamna, T’challa, Nakia and Toussiant (aka T’challa Jr.). I don’t plan to do any full on story telling with my sims just yet but just wanted to share this game play’s background.