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artisticestheticreads · 1 year

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Summertime Magic XIII

A/N: WHAAAAT?!?!?! Another chapter of your FAV fanfic with Mr. N'Jadaka Udaku.

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Warning: Nothing really but there is a discussion about ... uhn uhn no spoilers sorry

Word Count: 4182

Song Recommendation: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize. He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

N’Jadaka looked up at Leslie and said “I can explain everything, Leslie. Wait, does she-“.

“Nope. She doesn't know anything. Y’know I was a little skeptical when we first met then I started to see you more and when Y/N told me about your trips to Wakanda, I just thought ‘hmmm, just another person from Wakanda. But then low and behold the freaking king and lord of Wakanda are in your house. You don’t know how to hide it, don’t you?”, Leslie asked before she took a sip of red wine. The prince looked down at his hands and sighed. “Look, I’m sorry but you have to keep this between us. She can't know right now”

“Why? So, my best friend doesn’t know she is gonna be one of your wives?”

“One of my wives? Leslie, where the hell did you hear that from?” Leslie poured another glass and said, “my grandma told me when she was back home, the kings and princes had multiple wives. Look, I ain’t tryna talk shit about our own culture but Y/N is too good to be one of your wives. I ain’t with that shit and neither would she.” N’Jadaka laughed and said “with all due respect, she must have not been there for decades because we stopped that shit when my unc became king. Queen Mother wasn't with that shit at all either so I get you. I care about Baby Girl too damn"

Leslie leaned forward on her hand as she asked "then why can't she know? I mean you love her and what not so why keep her in the dark?" N'Jadaka took a deep breath and started to explain why. "Well, I feel like if she finds out she may leave me, use me, or just whatever the fuck she wants. I had to basically stop my friends from mentioning people around me. I have to keep a very low profile at all times or someone will run and ask for my autograph like I'm Beyonce or something."

"With all due respect my prince, you will never be Beyonce. And do you really think sissy is like that", she asked in a monotone voice, left brow rose and arms extra folded. N'Jadaka sat up and looked her in the face before saying “no. To be honest, I just wanna protect my baby. She really does mean a lot to me but I just know a lot of folks will come after her. I promise I will tell her.”

"When", said Leslie when she rolled her eyes, not believing him. N'Jadaka kept her eyes on her as he dug in his pocket and slid a velvet box towards her. “N’Jadaka…is that what I think it is?” Leslie looked to him before grabbing the box and once she opened it, all she can say was:

"Wow."

"Yeah, been holding on since we made it official."

"N'Jadaka, this is beautiful. But wait, why buy a ring but not tell her about you being royality?"

"It may seem foolish but it was M'Baku's idea. He said it would be more suspenseful, dramatic but mostly I did it because I want to take her on a trip to Wakanda in a few months and tell her." Leslie couldn’t stop looking at the ring; a 2 1/4 ct tw Emerald-cut 14K White Gold but the band looked like it was a polished vibranium finish. Leslie felt teary eyed just looking at it, just imagining how her best friend would react and how beautiful of a bride she would be. “Wow, this is really nice and beautiful and sweet. I’m sorry that I’m so dramatic. I am just so happy for y’all.” He walked over to her and hugged her tight as he chuckled. “Well, I’m happy you love it. I can’t wait to see my baby’s reaction.”

They heard footsteps and had to be inconspicuous; N’Jadaka let go of Leslie and started caressing the fridge while Leslie wiped her face clean of tears and sipped her wine clean, they saw the ring and its box; he grabbed and hid it in his pocket. Y/N waltzed in with her nephew on her like a koala. “Hey, Monte. They in here and for some reason, babe is making love to y’all new fridge.”

“If he gets my fridge pregnant, he will pay child support”, Monte said as he walked behind her. Soon, everyone made their way to the backyard where it was a whole barbeque feast along with pot roast, baked mac and cheese and multiple side dishes. “So, JD. How is the OutReach center going, man? Sis been tellin’ me about some of programs already?”

“Oh yeah. You know we have the whole nine yards but I think the kids are going to be more into the science and art programs though. We also got the sports coming in too so the kids are gonna love it.” Monte nodded and asked “So JD, when are you and sis gonna make me an uncle?” Y/N coughed on her white wine and fanned herself to breathe again; Izaiah patted her back to make sure she was okay. Leslie told Monte “baby, don’t tryna sound like pops please. They will have kids one day.”

“Leslie baby, I know. I’m just talking trash, that's all.” Leslie cut into her pot roast as she glared at him and said “well, ya better stop or your butt is gonna be talking to that couch.” Monte looked at her and glared at her back but went back to his food then asked “so, baby sis, when y’all getting married”; this made Leslie choke like Y/N and she quickly drank her water while everyone watched. N’Jadaka sat there with wide eyes eating his food then relaxed them once she felt Y/N’s hand on his thigh. She looked to her good friend and said “when the time comes, Monte. I don’t want to rush into anything, you know what I mean but even if he never asks me to be his wife; it doesn't matter to me. I will always love him.” N’Jadaka looked at her and smirked as she winked and went back to his food.

Once they finished dessert, Monte, N’Jadaka and Izaiah were playing with a huge yoga ball in the backyard. Leslie grabbed her vape, added a cream pineapple flavor and took a small puff, making sure to blow the smoke out where Y/N wasn’t sitting. “I can’t believe Monte asked that”, Y/N said before pouring her fourth glass of white wine. Leslie took another hit and asked “which one”?

“About me having a kid with him. He know that is a touchy ass subject so why ask?” Leslie took a deep breath sipping her red wine and said “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. I feel bad now.” Y/N looked to her then looked at the three boys and watched as N’Jadaka played with her godson. He looked so happy as he played with the small child; it warmed her heart so much but then she felt a tear drop and her heart shattered. She excused herself and went straight to the bathroom. Once she did, she saw her mascara running down her cheeks. “Great, there goes my makeup.” She grabbed one of Leslie’s makeup wipes and tapped her running mascara marks away. She then dug into her purse to grab her setting powder, her travel powder brush and started to cover what was missing from her makeup. Y/N closed her eyes, took a deep breath and told herself “I am beautiful. I am powerful. I am strong. I am loved and I matter.” She opened her eyes to see Monte standing behind her with a concerned face that made her heart fall to her kneecaps. “What the fuck, Monte?! When the Hell did you get in here?!”

“Uh, when you started chanting like Angela Bassett praying like Tina Turner”; she rolled her eyes and he looked at her reflection. “Bae told me where you were and also cussed me the fuck out so yeah.” She looked at him as she reapplied her eyeliner then her mascara. Monte bent down to place his head on her shoulder, pouting as he looked in the mirror. “Sissy, you ain’t mad at me are you?”

“I’m chillin’, Monte.”

“You sit on a throne of lies, madam. I’ve known you since middle school and I know how you are, missy. You get that look in ya like you wanna shank someone in the knee cap then ya nostrils start flaring up.” Y/N looked up to him which made him point at her and stand up straight. “See, there it is”; she turned to him which made him yelp and slam his back into the door. She poked into his chest as she said the following words:

“Why the hell would you mention children knowing what I've been through?” Monte relaxed his shoulders a tad and took a deep breath; he hung his head in defeat and replied: “I am sorry, sis. I feel really bad. I meant no harm by it.” Y/N looked at him with folded arms before he asked, “he doesn’t know, does he”; she stood in silence which he took as an answer. “You gonna have to tell him one day right, sis? You can’t hide it from him forever.” Y/N stood there, feeling as if she was disappointed in herself. She loves N’Jadaka dearly but what if her secret would make him leave for good.

Once it was time to go, Y/N placed her god baby in his bed and tucked him while JD watched. He grinned thinking of how great of a mom she would be. He thought about what he was asked at dinner and just couldn’t stop imagining him and Y/N as parents. He felt like she he was a chunky baby, their child would also be a chunky one as well. He didn't care if they had a boy or girl first; the only thing that mattered was the health and well being of the child or, as he would like in the future, children. When he was growing up in Oakland, California, he only really had his father up until he was eight sadly. Once his father passed away and his family took him to Wakanda, Mother Ramonda and Father T’Chaka were his parental figures. At fourteen years old, his family decided to explain his mother’s death; she passed away two days after giving birth to him. This became a fear for him especially if he and Y/N decide to make their own family.

The ride home was honestly so quiet which wasn’t their typical quiet, there was some tension that you can cut with a knife.When they got to N’Jadaka’s home, she hopped in the shower as he was checking his phone and getting undressed. Y/N stood looking in the mirror after she hopped out, she had to come clean about her secret. To her, communication was key and she knew that if she kept this hidden then it would keep eating at her. In bed, her in a huge shirt and him in just sweat pants, they just lied there looking at the ceiling; and that’s how they dosed off.

Y/N woke up to the smell of breakfast so she stood, stretched her limbs and headed to do her morning routine before leaving the bathroom. N’Jadaka stood at the counter as she walked out, listening to Brent Faiyaz and setting the waiting area. He poured some OJ in tall curved glasses and followed half the cup with champagne. On their plates were fluffy omlettes with spinach, peppers and cheese, wheat toast, turkey sausage links, bacon and a side of hashbrowns. She sat at the counter and took a small sigh before saying “good morning” with a small smile and buttering her toast. N’Jadaka can tell something was troubling her and said “y’know? My unc always said ‘you can always feel if something is troubling someone you care for.’ You have something on your mind. I can feel it”.

“I just been thinking about what Monte said at dinner”, she said after showing and finishing a slice of toast. N’Jadaka looked up at her while he sipped his mimosa. Once he placed his cup back down and moved his food next to her as he sat. N’Jadaka sat ext to her and leaned into her saying “baby, we already talked about this. We don’t have to get married anytime soon, love. We-”.

“I can’t have kids, N’Jadaka”, she said as she poked at her food. N’Jadaka was taken back honestly mentally. He had no idea what to say in the situation. He couldn’t imagine what was going on through her mind. But all he can do was stand as ahe looked down at her plate and hugged her from behind. He rested his chin on her head and as the hug went on, he heard little sniffs and felt her rub his arm slowly; the sound of her crying broke his heart. He kissed her head to comfort her and said “it’s okay, Y/N.”

“It’s not. I just-” ; she stopped and continued. “What if you wanted kids one of these days and I can’t give them to you. I just- I just don’t want you to regret being with me...” He looked over her head, took a deep, holding her tighter before he letting go and went to sit back down. “Y/N, I will never regret being with you. I love you way too much to say that is a deal breaker. We don’t have to have kids right now and when the time comes, we can just try and do our research. And even if we still have a baby, I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“Really”, she said as she look up at him while tearing up a bit. N’Jadaka wiped her tears with his thumbs as he told her “of course, beautiful. I would never call it quits because of that. We will make it work. Aight?” She nodded and he leaned into her lips and kissed them softly. “Now, eat ya food, shower, get dolled up, alright? You been working a lot, you may got a little burn out and stress going on so I’m take you to get ya nails and feet done. Maybe, a deep ass massage, a little shopping trip for you and not for your shop. Okay?”

Y/N sat there in her feelings but they weren’t bad feelings. She felt love, she felt safe and never felt this way with any man before and she was okay with that. After they ate and got ready, they headed out and spent the day together. He would steal some looks of her. Watching her with pineapple hair, black shades, tye dye body con dress with red slides to match, she was beautiful not even trying. As they walked the street of Rodeo, he would pull her and wrap his arms around showing her a warm embrace. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Even just watching her get nails and feet done, he still loved being around her and in her presence. As she talked and got pampered, he watched as she smiled and everytime she did, there was light that just shined and made everyone smile from ear to ear; he couldn’t wait to make her Mrs. Udaku and treat her like royalty the rest of their lives.

The following week, both of their schedules were hectic as heck. From the Outreach Center to the grand opening of her salon, they have been overly busy with everything. When ever they were together, they were always working but they always made sure that made time for one another. On the next off day for N’Jadaka, he sat at his place bored and laying in bed. All of a sudden, he heard a knock on the door and got up to answer; it was Jerald and Sheila. The couple wore a matching Nike sweatsuit and had bags in their hands. “Hey, man. Where baby girl at”, Sheila asked. He told her “working on the shop, S. She’ll be home in a few hours.”

Jerald places the bags on his counter and said “my moms made you grip of food, bruh. Cornbread, greens, pot roast, all that.” N’Jadaka rubbed his hands together feeling his inner fat boy jumping for joy. “Awe shiet. Ma Dukes threw down, huh?”

“You know she did. How ya fam doing by the way? I know the finna all be down here soon for the grandopening in like a month, huh?”

“Yeah, but between me and you, they just wanna meet Y/N. M’Baku and T already did and B’s big ass try to talk to Leslie.” Jerald and Sheila now sat on the couch as Jerald said “Leslie got a whole ass child and man though right.” While she rubbed Jerald’s back, she told the guys “please that aint stopping nothing for M’Baku. Remember her tried to get at me when I was a few months pregnant?” N’Jadaka chuckled and said “oh yeah and he was trying to challenge him on the mountain. Nah, that was funny as fuck.”

“Man, I still got PTSD from being on that damn mountain being butt ass naked.” N’Jadaka passed them some drinks like water and apples juice before sitting. “So, JD, did you do it yet”, Jerald asked and N’Jadaka replied “nah, not yet man. I want it to be special though and y’all got be apart of it.”

“I’m sorry but what are y’all talking about?”

“N’Jadaka is proposing to Y/N”. N’Jadaka said “NIGGUH! Now, you know S can’t keep a damn secret.” She stood and said “am not. At least I aint tell the baby you a whole ass Prince of Wakanda. Did I, hmmm?” Jerald looked at N’Jadaka and said “bae, you kinda told the last girl he hooked up with though.” She looked at him and seemed as if a ray of heat hit the back of his head because his eye twitched once before he said “she looking at me is she?” He avoided her glance as his friend chuckled before saying “Sheila, please don’t tell my girl anything. But my plan is to tell her that I got a surprise vacation planned, she won’t need anything just her and her phone, right? Ima get Dora Milaje to dress up and up on the aircraft then on the plane I will tell her we in Wakanda and all that but then once, we getting greeted by all the tribes. Ima make her feel like royalty the whole night you know after I tell her. Then Auntie talking about a welcoming feast and party but after that, Ima take her to the garden then BOOM candles every where, flowers falling, the purple night sky and my hands in hers as I get on one knee and then this.” He even got on his right knee as he showed the ring. Jerald stood and looked at the ring. “This shiet is sick as fuck, bruh.”

“Is that a vibranium band, JD?” The prince looked at the ring as he stood and said “yeah, it is. Because just like vibranium, our love can withstand anything and last for generations to come.” He heard sniffles as he looked up and saw not only Sheila crying but also Jerald. “That’s so beautiful, nigga. Got my crying and shiet.” Sheila looked to him and pushed him out the way to get to JD. “I promise I won’t saying anything. I am so happy for y’all, baby brother. EEEEK, I can’t wait.”

“Hey, y’all. Can’t wait for Sheila?” They shock to see Y/N standing there with black plastic bags of food. She wore some distressed jeans, a white tee and matching Converse; her hair was in a low bun. Sheila looked at the box in N’Jadaka’s hand and stood in front so he can hide the ring in his pocket and said “the grand opening of the salon, sis. Y’know what? That reminds me, girl. We actually got to get our fits ready. The event is in two days, right?” She pulled Jerald up and pushed him to door as she got her answer and walking; they said their byes with some hugs and left. Y/N turned to her man and said, with a confused expression as she walked to him, placed the bags on the coffee, “was J crying?”

“Yeah, we watching a sad ass movie, Sheila made us watched.” She giggled and wrapped his arms around his neck to kiss his lips once; he growled in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her waist, deeply kissing her. She moaned as her lips and tongue make love to his. She began to hold the back of neck getting deeper into the kiss until she smelt the food. She tried to pull away from the kiss but he didn’t want to stop.

“Baby, the food is gonna cold.”

“Fuck that food. I wanna eat you instead.”

“Baby, I’m hungry.”

“You can eat later after I eat.” With that, he picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and made their way to the bedroom. He threw her gently on the bed and started crawling up her body. “You gonna feed me, baby girl, or do I gotta unwrap my food myself.” She looked up at him while on her elbows before unzipping and slipped out her jeans. He began kissing her inner thighs before slipping her panties to the side. Slipping his thick digits inside her made her grip them instant as he did a curling motion as he sucked her clit. She moaned at the feeling and felt all her stress from the work week. She looked down at him to see his gentle orbs looked right at her.

He loved making eye contact whether it was missionary.

“I love you so much”.

From the side.

“Damn, this pussy good as fuck, baby girl.”

And especially from the back. God, bless that mirror.

“Look at you taking all this dick. Mmmm fuck. Don’t you look beautiful taking this dick.”

“I look so good taking this dick, daddy.” After they made love, he stood from the bed still nude and said “aight, baby. You wanna eat?” All the answer he got was when he heard little snores behind him; he just chuckled and laughed.

It was the night of the grand opening and they were ready. N’Jadaka looked in the mirror of the bedroom and knew he looked good in his attire with his coat wide open and gold fangs glistening. Y/N came out in her amazing dress and he was taken aback. He kissed her cheek and they were off. They saw the news trucks, her family, friends, and supporters as they pulled up. Y/N got local black businesses to cater the event, and she had something to say before she opened the doors.

“Hey, everyone. If you do not know who I am, I’m Y/N Y/L/N . I have been doing hair since very young young and been saving for this moment. This may sound cliche but I honestly am very thankful for y’all support and just being here. It was a very long road to travel down but it was all so worth it. I appreciate you all from friends and family for having my back for years but I also want to thank a man who has showed me so much love in the year and few we have dated and that man is Mr. N’Jadaka Udaku, who without him, I wouldn’t be standing here now.” She held out her hand to signal him to come and as everyone cheered, clapped and took photos, he stood behind her, hugging her from the back and just being so proud of her but they didn’t know what was happening a few feet behind the crowd.

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

Um....who in the raggedy hell plotting on Y/N and the Prince and HOW do you think Y/N will feel when she finds out N'Jadaka is a whole Prince? Find out in the next chapter. *evil cackle*

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Be Careful, Sweetheart 2

Erik Killmonger x Reader (Rated R)

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Be Careful, Sweetheart 1

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Requested: you guys asked for it

A/N: and i was so glad to deliver….even without proofreading it first but dammit i am for the people’s needs.

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You’ve watched in silence as he took over Wakanda, planning with the council to oversee the preparations of Vibranium distribution. Each day since his victory, his confidence grew judging by how he strutted along the castle halls arrogantly. He was still winning.

You despised it all.

Especially how you don’t seem to be wanting him to stop.

Everytime he’d be in the same room as you, your jaw clenches and he’d notice, smirking to himself knowing damn well he made an impression on you.

Okoye was the one who saw what seemed to be happening between you and the new king.

“I’ve arranged plans to get you out of the castle without any suspicion. You need to run, Y/N. Nakia will meet you. I fear you’re not safe here.” She said to you when you were alone in your room, putting on your Dora Milaje armor.

You turned to her, fighting to not show emotion. “No. I made a vow when I became one of you. I will stay and protect the throne even if it’s from the one sitting on it.”

“But who’s going to protect you?”

“I can do that perfectly on my own, Okoye. You didn’t teach me nothing.”

She paused and looked at you with worry, but chose to say nothing else about the matter. “Be careful, Y/N. Men like him will never be content.”

You watched as she walked out of the room but when she opened the door, N’jadaka was standing on the other side of it. His hands were placed on his back as he stood, the golden designs of the black panther necklace gleaming in his chest, the coat barely covering his scars.

“Get out and do your job.” His voice gruff and dismissive when he talked to Okoye. You glared at him. How dare he disrespect the greatest warrior in Wakanda?

But Okoye just nodded, leaving the place with tight lips and a knowing look between you and Erik.

You tried to move past him, too, knowing you were also still Dora and have a job to do, like he said. However, his large built blocked the path and kept you trapped inside your room, with the king smirking down at you.

“Move.” You said, aware that your voice might waiver if you weren’t careful.

“You don’t give the orders here.”

“I’m not following yours anyway.”

He pursed his lips, taking a step forward, the door closing behind him as he entered your room. Erik moved his finger towards his chin as if in deep thought. “Hmm.” His deep voice hummed, “So why’re you still here? Come on, baby girl. There’s gotta be a reason why you haven’t run away yet. I know you can, too. That general of yours has a plan to get you away from here…..Away from me?”

He started circling you then. You can feel his eyes raking over your body, how his stare was burning your skin. You gulped, your fists clenching at your sides. Then you felt Erik get closer from behind you, his lips suddenly next to your ear as his hard warm chest were pushed against your back.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He whispered, chuckling low to himself. He knew about the effect he had on you even without placing his hands on your body. The passionate and burning hatred that you so desperately want to release on him. The violent desire.

You gasped, finally knowing that he felt the same way towards you when he pushed his hips forward, his hard erection pressing against your ass.

“No.” You said, defying him even more.

But Erik wasn’t mad at that. No. He was enjoying it. He felt you stiffened when his hands held your waist from behind, his palms moving up towards your abdomen and just stopping below your heaving chest.

“You never listen, do you?” He said, his teeth almost grazing the nape of your neck. “I told you to not turn your back on me.”

Your eyes widened in realization and gasped, suddenly pushing him away from you. But Erik caught your arm and stopped you, smirking before pulling you in. His hand held onto the back of your neck as he claimed your lips, forcefully, as if he was desperate.

You tried to push him away but when his arms were wrapped around you, you were done for. You were his and you were trapped.

Erik’s hand moved down your back to palm your ass, pushing all of his body towards you. When you found the chance to pull away, you gave him a sharp slap on his cheek.

He laughed at that. “You’re lying to yourself, Y/N. You want this……You want me.”

He watched in amusement as your face blushed red, both in anger and in lust. You were determined to stand your ground though. With quick movements, you had your spear in your hand and pointed it at his chest, your stance ready for a fight.

“I’ll kill you.” You snarled.

His chest huffed a small chuckle. “You’re a Dora Milaje warrior. You’ve sworn to protect me.” He said, unmoving as he stood clearly not intimidated by you at all.

You shook your head. “You’re wrong. I’ve sworn to protect the crown…..And that does not belong to you.”

That’s when you charged at him, your spear attacking him, aiming at his body but he was quick. Erik evaded your attacks long enough for the golden necklace of the Black Panther covered his body in the indestructible Vibranium suit. You heard a laugh coming from his mask.

“So the warrior fights.” He said, moving to offensive positions, his suit’s claws out as he lunged at you. You twirled, avoiding his attacks but he was experienced. Clearly.

Erik’s claws got your upper arm, slicing through your Dora Milaje armor and seeing blood seep out slowly. You ignored the pain and kept fighting him. You landed a few hits when you got rhythm enough to catch him mid attack. You found it harder and harder to keep up with him until the two of you ended up outside, on your balcony, where the Wakandan sun was on its way to set.

He growled, attacking again, but you were a warrior indeed. Trained by the best. You used the momentum from his jump towards you to let him fall then that’s when you landed a blow on him. It was so powerful that Erik fell to his stomach. He tried to get up quick but just as he was rolling to be on his back, your legs stood on either side of him and bent down in a low squat, your spear pointing at his neck as you looked down at him.

Why did I stop?, you asked yourself as your brows furrowed in frustration.

Erik undid his mask and grinned up at you, not making any move to get up now that you were on top of him.

“What will you do now, babygirl?” He was teasing you. “You gonna kill me?”

You stayed still, your hands tight around your weapon and your eyes on his.

Erik chuckled. “You know what, if it’s you, I wouldn’t mind it. Especially since you’re on top.”

His hand went up to your waist then, holding you in place as he pushed himself up, rubbing his erection against your ass. You heard him whisper something but at this point you couldn’t care less.

You lost control.

The spear was thrown to the side as your head moved down to meet his lips again, this time on your own accord. Something Erik genuinely enjoyed. He pushed himself up, his lips still on yours, his tongue tasting you while you willingly let him. You both stood up, his hands caressing up and down your body. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, not helping yourself anymore as you wanted more of him.

Erik smirked, hearing tiny moans coming from you. He got rough then, ripping your clothes from behind and letting it fall, leaving your body exposed to him. He continued kissing you again, his hands roaming up your breasts, teasing your nipples making them sensitive to his and only his touch. Erik deactivated his Vibranium suit, leaving him in his pants only as your hands immediately moved across his chest, your fingers trailing against the scars.

He turned you around then, bending you over against the balcony’s railing, knowing there might be people down there that can see everything. But neither of you cared.

As you widen your legs towards him, Erik moaned at the sight before leaning forward to whisper something to your ear. “This is mine now.”

You gasped, not able to keep your mouth shut as he entered you from behind. Your slick folds enveloping all of him as your walls contracted, adjusting to his admirable size. “Fuck.” You hissed, feeling so deliciously full.

“That’s right, baby. Give me what’s mine.” You heard his deep voice groan in pleasure, turning you on even more as you started to move your ass back. He caught your movement and you just know he’s doing that devilish smirk behind you.

“Be careful, sweetheart. I don’t hold back.”

“Erik…” you heard yourself whimper, desperate for more friction.

You felt him grab a handful of your hair, as if bracing himself.

Then he moved. Erik didn’t held anything back. And neither did you.

His thrusts, powerful and deep, hit you so good everytime. His hips didn’t stop when he reached his rhythm.

Your moans, loud and uncontrollable, gave him enough motivation just to hear more. He growled as he pushed in and out of you, roughly as if all his emotions were being released. And you were glad to accept them. You enjoyed it. You took all of him unrelentingly.

It wasn’t long until your legs started to shake that Erik had to keep boh his hands firm on your waist to keep you still. You screamed his name countless times and soon he’s lost his rhythm. His deep thrusts became sloppy as you felt him groan loudly. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”

And when he reached his climax, you offered yourself to him when he released his load inside you. His fingers dug themselves in your ass as he rode out his orgasm.

Erik stilled and so did you. You felt him pull out and turn you around to face him.

Both your heartbeats matched as the two of you panted, calming down while you looked up at him and him at you.

Your hands moved by themselves then, your palm caressing his scar covered chest. He watched you silently.

Then he smiled. Genuine, this time. Not teasingly. Not a smirk.

A smile.

“Fuck it. I’ll make you my queen.”

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hiiiii. new black panther fandom member👋 can you please write a killmonger x reader based off of jorja smith don't watch me cry? I think its such a cute song!! thanks😀!

erik killmonger x poc reader : don’t watch me cry- jorja smith

a/n: jorja smith is a mf blessing, i love her too much, and this song is a pure gift. thanks for requesting! also, i don’t know if this wasn’t clear, but all my black panther writing is for POC only!! warning: lmao im a cringey writer. just angst i guess.

Oh, it hurts the most ‘cause I don’t the cause.

Maybe I shouldn’t have cried when you left and told me not to wait

You walked in to your shared apartment with Erik, slipping off your heels and your jacket after a long day at work. Your entire body was sore, from the constant overtime working hours you had been putting in. Not necessarily because you need them financially, but more mentally, all for the reason of escaping time spent with Erik.

You glanced down at your watch. It was 11:30 PM. Erik was probably asleep by now. You quietly walked into the kitchen to grab a quick glass of water before heading into the bedroom.

For the past few days, Erik had been extra cold to you. Never properly looking you in the eye, one word answers. So, you took it upon yourself to avoid any contact with him until he’s ready. Unfortunately, that’s how your relationship is like. You give him time and space, and then you both pretend as everything is okay and go back to being ‘normal’.

As you walked down the hall towards your room, you noticed the door was ajar. Your hand reached out, quietly swinging it open. You couldn’t make out any other body in the darkness.

“Erik?” You called.

No response.

Your hand looked for the light switch. As you flipped it on, you glanced around the room. The bed was perfectly made, no sign of him. You walked over to your closet, only to see that all Erik’s clothes were gone. Your eyes immediately filled with tears. It took all the strength in you to walk over and sit down on your bed, contemplating everything.

“Is it true?” you thought. “Is he really gone”.

You looked at a framed photo of you and Erik resting on your nightstand. A picture some stranger had taken from a trip you and Erik were on in Jamaica . His chin was on your head, arms locked around your waist, and an ear to ear smile on his face. You were smiling with your eyes closed, drink in hand, standing in front of some local, Jamaican parade going on. It was one of your happiest moments, moments where the both of you were so happy, carefree, and in bliss. You picked it up, only too see a note underneath it. It felt as if your heart dropped. In Erik’s handwriting, the note read ‘Don’t wait up, it’s for the best’. And with that, everything went silent, only small sobs escaped your lips.

Oh, it kills the most to say that I still care

Now I’m left tryna rewind the times you held and kissed me back

You woke up the next morning, sun peaking in through your curtains. It hit you again, you had to become accustomed to this. His face wasn’t going to be nuzzled in your neck, his hands wouldn’t be resting on your waist, no more of his raspy morning voice, early morning makeout sessions. You were simply alone. You dragged your feet to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, taking in your appearance. Smudged mascara stains under your swollen eyes from all the crying last night. You took a quick shower, getting read to go out. You needed to escape from the apartment, perhaps, buy a new one, move out of the city. Everything inside your home reminded you of Erik.

I wonder if you’re thinkin’ “Is she alright all alone?”

I wonder if your tried to call but couldn’t find your phone.

Each night, and every morning, you wondered if he still cared for you. Did he miss you? Did he want to come back? Did he miss your touch as much as you did his? You tried to convince yourself that he did. You tried to convince yourself that he still loved you, and he left you for the better. But there’s only so long you could lie to yourself.

I’m not crying ‘cause you left me with no warning

I’m just crying ‘cause I can’t escape what could’ve been

Are you aware when you set me free?

All I can do is let my heart bleed

Although him leaving all of a sudden had left you off balance, that wasn’t why your heart was filled with such sadness and despair. It was more the reason of the false hope he had filled you with. He’d always tell you that he’d wife you up, he’d always say it was the two of you against the world, and that he owed all of his happiness and ability to love and live to you. And here you were, all he left you with was questions. We’re you not enough? Did his personal intention of revenge overtake your love? You knew about Wakanda, his plans of taking over, his seeking vengeance. But was settling down with you too much to ask for?

#erik killmonger #erik x reader #njadaka x reader #njadaka #black panther #black panther imagines #black panther x reader #bp #angst #erik killmonger x reader #killmonger #erik stevens #erik #erik stevens x reader

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

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Series:

📚-complete series

📖-work in progress

🚧-coming soon

Troubled Waters 📚

When King T’Challa’s life is saved by a mysterious woman, his eyes are opened up to a whole new world he never knew existed.

T’Challa x Nia (OC)

Angst, Smut

Blossoming Ashes: A Troubled Waters Sequel 🚧

Amita Ngani has seen too much darkness over the years, but when an old classmate re-entered her life and brought a certain Jabari chief with her, Amita’s life was forever changed. Will her new life be satisfactory or is there more out there for the formerly dark aziza?

M’Baku x Amita (OC)

Angst, Smut

Ménage à Trois 📚

Zora works as an assistant for the US Ambassador to Wakanda, and when she gets to see the mysterious country for herself the technology isn’t the only thing that will blow her mind.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

Smut

Ménage à Trois Part Deux 🚧

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

Smut, Fluff

All For Us 📚

Erik Killmonger Stevens leaves behind his wife and child to go to Wakanda.

Erik Killmonger x Samira (OC)

Angst

Playlist 📚

On his off-day, King T’Challa makes a visit to the market that could change his life forever.

T’Challa x Ashanti (OC)

Fluff, Smut, Angst

M’Baku’s Love 📚

Inspired by Sylvie’s Love, this story follows M’Baku during his time visiting the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, CA.

M’Baku x Monae (OC)

Fluff, Smut

Swimming in Denial 📚

Kali and T’Challa meet in graduate school and become fast friends, but is their relationship truly platonic?

T’Challa x Kali (OC)

Fluff, Smut, Angst

The Temple 📚

Prince N’Jadaka visits The Temple, a place of sacred sexual healing.

N’Jadaka x Aisha (OC)

Smut

How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back 🚧

Queen Mother Ramonda meets a handsome warrior during her brief stay in Jabariland after fleeing Killmonger’s reign.

Ramonda x Kodjo (OC)

Fluff, Smut

Oneshots:

Polaroids

Tasha misses her boyfriend T’Challa and plans to send him a gift he won’t forget, but it doesn’t quite work out the way she planned.

T’Challa x Tasha (OC)

fluff/smut

Queen Shuri

Shuri reluctantly steps into her brother’s shoes while grieving his loss.

Angst

Potential Breakup Fic

T’Challa can’t keep his dick in his pants and his girlfriend is tired of it.

T’Challa x Kiana (OC)

angst

Thunderstorm

The king and future queen of Wakanda spend some much-needed quality time together.

T’Challa x Ororo

smut

Homecoming

When T’Challa comes back from getting his masters degree, his best friend’s little sister catches his eye.

T’Challa x Hadiza (OC)

smut

Used

M’Baku needs an outlet for his aggression after losing Challenge Day. Luckily, she’s already in his palace waiting for him.

M’Baku x Akila (OC)

smut

Tea and Tattoos

M’Baku gets very close with his new tattoo artist.

M’Baku x Sanaa (OC)

smut

Black Lace

Erik takes a liking to his girl’s natural scent.

Erik x Quinn (OC)

smut

Baby Body

New father Erik realizes his girlfriend isn’t as confident as she used to be, so he decides to do something about it.

Erik x Destiny (OC)

fluff, smut

Ready

M’Baku’s wife is finally ready to have kids, and he couldn’t be more excited.

M’Baku x Rada (OC)

smut

Instinct

The king tries his best to survive his first heat after becoming the Black Panther.

T’Challa x Xoliswa (OC)

smut

Don’t Forget About Us

Erik and his ex get that old thang back.

Erik x Kayla (OC)

smut

The Wedding Guest

A lonely girl meets a handsome stranger who turns out to be much more than meets the eye.

Erik x Stevie (OC)

smut

Girl of His Dreams

M’Baku becomes a succubus’ prey.

M’Baku x Akeza (OC)

smut

Crossroads Blues

A grieving T’Challa meets a strange man at the crossroads.

T’Challa x Monica Lynne

angst, fluff, smut

Her Throne

A Ménage à Trois oneshot. Zora decides to have a little fun with her sub.

M’Baku x Zora (OC)

smut

Teamwork NEW!!!

Erik’s girlfriend has been curious about playing with multiple partners at once, and now she’s getting her chance.

Erik x Raven (OC)

smut

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honeysunned · 4 years

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Mistakes V

It’s finally here omg! I’m kind of sad, because this is the series that started it all for my writing on this blog, but I’m excited to move onto more fics. I hope you all like it!

“I can walk on my own,” you finally gritted out, sweaty and angry and embarrassed all at once.

The two of you stared each other down for a painful amount of time. Erik, with his heaving chest and taught face, and you, wincing in pain from the bark digging into your back, but determined to show him that you were done playing his game.

The past few months may have been confusing. You may have gotten caught up in the man behind the face, fooled into thinking he was, or could be, something he was not. However, at the moment, everything was crystal clear. You were the laughing stock of the kingdom, known by some as “The King’s Whore”. It had bothered you at first, but you’d forced yourself to get over it, telling yourself that they weren’t in your position. They didn’t know just what you were dealing with, how conflicted you were. You had betrayed T’Challa by sleeping with the man who’d killed him, giving into a tyrant who played on your insecurities about your late friend, the only man you’d ever loved.

Most of all, you were pregnant, something forced on you without your knowledge. It was crazy, really, how it took something as monumental and life-changing as a child for you to finally see reason. It was crazy how it was too late. You should have left a long time ago. You had tried, yes, but the threat of N’Jadaka finding your friends and Queen Mother had scared you into submission, but instead of fighting smarter, you’d simply stopped fighting. Wakandans always believed that sex was something spiritual that connected people, even more so with your firsts, and you’d never given much truth to it before, but maybe you’d been stupid to do so. How else could you write off entering a relationship with the man who’d killed the love of your life?

Erik ran his eyes over you, almost in disappointment, eyebrow raised in that way that always made you feel small. It was only for a brief moment, but it was enough to make you nervous. He took a step back, hands still clasped onto your wrists as he pulled you away from the tree. He dropped them, letting your arms fall at your side, and you swallowed, throat thick with defeat. You weren’t a threat, and he wasn’t worried.

“I got great things planned for this place and for our people…”

You had already begun to shake your head in protest, having heard the speech so many times. Not once did you ever think him serious, though. Not once…until now.

“You a fighter, (Y/N). That’s the kind of girl I need by my side. Like I told you before, I know a good thing when I see it, and I’m not gonna let you leave, especially with my heir-.”

“You-.”

“I’m not tryna hear it,” he interrupted. “These people may fear me, but contrary to what you like to think, I’m not stupid. Fear ain’t gonna last forever. Now…now, I’ve got blood, here. Real and current blood. I’ve got ties, now, ties that none of them can deny.”

Your heart sank, and anger bloomed within your chest all over again at hearing that you were just a pawn to be used in his rule. A frown briefly overtook your features before you thought better of it, evening out your expression with a sigh. You didn’t say anything. You simply looked up at him, and nodded a hesitant nod, slowly leading the way back, his eyes watching your every move.

The days that followed were tense. The scandal of you running away and being reported missing was never mentioned. At least, not officially. It was talked about, you were sure, if the hushed whispers and pitiful gazes sent your way were any indication. You were grateful that the medic was a professional one, and no one seemed to know of your condition, though they would eventually find out, anyway. It just seemed that everyone guessed that you were unhappy and could not leave. They were right. You still ate with him, followed him around, and slept beside him at night, but there was a change in the air. You hated him, truly hated him…

…and he knew it.

Things seemed to be normal. Well, as normal as it had been since his arrival, for the most part. Only, it wasn’t. There was so much anger and heartbreak and sorrow inside of you. Enough to drive you insane.

You knew that you shouldn’t have done it, that there were other options, but you didn’t care. You had been playing it safe for weeks, eventually warming up to him, and putting on a front that all was forgiven. That you were willing to move past what he had done and help bring his goals to fruition. You had swallowed so many retorts, kept so many thoughts and objections to yourself until it all finally spilled over.

He had kissed you after he’d gotten out of the shower, a first since you ran away, and you’d let him, even going as far to reciprocate it. If Erik was taken by surprise, he did not show it. Your arms had wrapped around him, and it wasn’t long before the two of you ended up on the lavish bed, legs entangled. You had rolled and rolled until you were on top, his hands digging into your waist, lips trailing down your neck.

You had hidden it beneath the pillow hours earlier. It was all too easy to wrap your fingers around it and embed it into his back before he knew what had hit him. You had never tried to kill someone before, not really. It was odd, but you found that your hands did not tremble as you yanked it out of him, blood staining the sheets.

You’ll never forget the anger on his face, and you had gone in for another when your wrist was caught in a bruising grip, hurting enough to make you cry out. The bloody knife fell to the bed, and you fell to the floor. You’d barely had time to realize what had happened before his hand was around your throat, bringing you up to a height that was level with him. His gold fangs stared you in the face as your feet dangled above the ground.

“Oh, so we bold, huh?”

Your fingers came up to dig into his arm, tears springing behind your eyes at both the burn in your throat, and what he’d do to you, now. You knew what you were risking, what punishment you might face. He might have liked you, but at the end of the day, you were a pawn. Pawns were replaceable. He was saying something, but at this point, all you could hear was a roaring behind your ears, like a wave threatening to push you under. Your vision was fading, spots appearing here and there, but before you passed out, you landed on the floor again.

“Lock her up for treason,” he said to the two Doras you didn’t even see come in. “We’ll deal with her ass in two days.”

You shakily looked up at him with wide eyes, still trying to catch your breath as it registered what he meant. He wasn’t looking at you, though, but instead was glaring at the two women next to you. You looked up at them, and they too appeared to be in shock, unable to move as they processed his words.

“You bitches deaf or sum? Lock her ass up!”

They tugged you up without hesitation, but you kept your eyes on him as he finally lifted his own to glare at you. In that moment, you could finally see it, the betrayal in his eyes. You felt a twinge of something, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret what you’d done. You knew that if you had the chance, you’d do it all over again.

You looked up at him as he approached your cell, the high-tech system practically laughing at any thought of escape from you. You’d had all night to think of a possible escape, but you knew Shuri and her designs, and her tech was always flawless. He was dressed in all black, not unusual, and looked almost fit for the throne he sat on daily. Almost. Neither of you said a word as he approached, and when he finally stopped, he shook his head, disappointment in his features.

He was standing tall and proud, hands behind his back and a sneer on his lips. You were unbothered.

“Y’know…I had hopes that all of that wasn’t just…an act. I had hoped that you’d finally come to see things my way, realize how much I was tryna better us. I thought that you’d finally accepted-.”

“Accepted what? Your offer to be a queen to a genocidal tyrant while I raised our child that was thrust upon me, quite literally, against my will? What a wonderful bedtime story,” you spat.

He didn’t respond right away, loudly exhaling and running his eyes over you. A brief, humorless chuckle escaped him, and he walked forward. To your shock, the translucent wall rippled just the slightest, allowing him to pass through. You noticed the necklace of his suit resting on his chest, and you wondered if it had anything to do with that.

He towered over you, and part of you thought he might kill you then instead of waiting for tomorrow. The silence was heavy, thick with tension and unspoken words.

“You’re really going to kill both of us?” you finally asked.

“You got the face, the attitude, and the mind of a queen, but I can’t trust you. You tried to run away twice, that I can handle, but then you tried to kill me. I was drawn to you, (Y/N).”

You swallowed.

“I wanted you, still do, but I can’t be looking over my damn shoulder all the time.”

“What else did you expect from me? You thought that I would just accept this with ease?” you screamed. “You ruined my life!”

He turned away from you, clearly not wanting to hear it. Your chest heaved as you watched him pass through your cell again and turned to face you. The physical barrier between the two of you was thin, but everything else in between was monumental.

“You gonna kill me, Erik?” you finally asked, voice cracking just a bit despite your efforts.

He held your gaze, an unreadable expression on his face as he studied you.

“I guess we gone have to see…”

You huffed, backing up and sliding to the floor as he left you with nothing but your child and your thoughts.

You were in and out of sleep, and you weren’t sure how long had passed. The next time you awoke, you heard footsteps, and you were in no hurry to sit up…no hurry to face Erik and your fate. You blinked as he approached, refusing to look up as he stopped in front of your cell.

“(Y/N)…”

The voice was filled with sadness and anger and relief all rolled into one…

…but the voice wasn’t Erik.

You sat up with wide eyes, staring in disbelief at the figure before you. You blinked, a frown forming as you fought to process not only what you were seeing, but also what you were feeling. You swallowed, struggling to stand just as he stepped inside the cell. You were sure you were dreaming…you had to be, but when he reached out to gently grab you arm, you collapsed against him.

“Y-you were dead! I saw it,” you whispered.

T’Challa wrapped his arms around you, holding you up as the tears spilled over. you finally threw your own arms around him, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. He pressed his face into your hair, inhaling as he shushed you.

“Shuri? Queen Mother? N-Nakia?”

“They are well,” he answered.

You sighed in relief, sagging against him. You wanted to know how he was here, you wanted to know what had happened, but you didn’t have the strength to ask. A part of you didn’t care. T’Challa was alive and that meant you were safe.

He pulled away from you, almost reluctantly, as if he was afraid to make you fall in doing so. He ran his eyes over you before reaching up to wipe your face.

“I am glad you are well. I heard… I’ve heard conflicting things…some of them rather disturbing…”

You swallowed.

“I’m pregnant,” you simply answered.

T’Challa sharply inhaled, eyes widening just a bit before his face sagged with the weight of sadness.

“You are sure…?”

You nodded. There was a brief tense silence before you finally acknowledged the elephant in the room.

“N’Jadaka…?”

T’Challa simply shook his head, and something in you sank.

“I did offer to heal him…to help him, but he refused,” he replied.

You looked away, something in you breaking at the knowledge that you really were just a pawn in the end. If not, then why would he accept death so easily? Why would he leave you and his child so easily? T’Challa wrapped an arm around you as he guided you out of the cell.

“Come. There are a few people who are dying to make sure you are okay…”

You walked through the tall grass, Nakia at your side as you let your feet press into the soft dirt beneath your feet. The wind whipped your thin twists past your face as you stared at the setting sun, arms aching. You smiled, thinking to yourself that it was a good kind of ache.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but we do want you to be there. Maybe I read too much into it, but I once thought…,” she trailed off.

You turned to face her with a genuine smile.

“No, you were right. I did love him. I was very much in love with him…”

Nakia nodded.

“…but he has never looked at me that way. I had to move on,” you stated.

The little girl in your arms cooed, and you looked down as you adjusted her.

“Little Nayima is growing so fast,” she said, gazing at her with a smile. “I’m glad that something good came out of all of this.”

“Me too,” you sadly replied.

You loved the little brown skinned girl in your arms, but sometimes you wish things had been different. You wish Erik had been different, and that he was here with you both.

“I’d love to be in the wedding,” you reassured. “We both would.”

You both chuckled as you held Nayima closer.

“Do you regret it?” Nakia suddenly asked.

You didn’t hesitate as you shook your head.

“No. Sometimes I did, but then she was here, and I loved her more than anything… You regret mistakes, and I don’t think I’ll ever regret her.”

It was the truth. Nayima had come and there was no room in your heart for T’Challa. Perhaps something had replaced your love for him a while ago. For your own sake, you had finally let him go, and you were happier for it. It was probably best that she would never know who her father was. Then again, maybe one day you’d meet someone who she would come to know as her father. In the end, you decided that it didn’t matter. She had you, and you would love her and treat her right, because you saw what the opposite could do to a child. The mistakes of your former king had altered your life greatly, and you prayed that Wakanda would learn from them.

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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Silent Treatment: Black Panther Headcannons

Author’s Note: thanks for the request anon!! Taglist open And if you want to be removed let me know and requests are open! Happy Reading. ❤️ Warnings: None.

T’Challa

It started off with only you being silent but T’Challa has a streak of being petty, he doesn’t care if you talk to him or not in the beginning.

The silent treatment would start with stare offs with you and him at breakfast. “King T’Challa, Queen Y/N breakfast is served.” The servant would place the food down in front of the both of you and instead of asking to pass something it would lead to you two walking to get what you want

T’Challa’s face would give away exactly what he meant. “Could you prepare a separate sleeping quarter for the King tonight? He didn’t sleep well.” You’d smile softly as she returns. Tchalla’s face:

T’Challa will subtly start to make things up with you but he knows you won’t break easily. He’s still not breaking the silent treatment first.

He’d place flowers on your bed. Walk with you even though you aren’t talking to him, touch your hand by grazing your finger tips down the palm of your hand

At night once he’s heading to the separate bed you had set up for him he’d break though. “Why must we sleep alone? Hmm? Is not hearing your voice utter my name a single time for the day not enough of a punishment for whatever it is you believe I have done wrong?”

“You don’t know even know why I’m mad?” “You haven’t made it that easy? To figure out?” Her shrug. “But I surrender, I am coming to bed.”

You don’t fight him only wait for him to join you in the bed so you can have a good night sleep yourself.

M’Baku

M’Baku is oblivious to the fact that you’re giving him the silent treatment at first because he is so used to talking.

The day would start normal with planning the week and then he’d catch on. “Why are you so quiet?” He’d ask with a raised eye. No response. “This surely isn’t about last nights argument.” He’d laugh confused. “I thought it was over.”

The devilishly squint in your eyes followed by a self dismissal would leave him dumbfounded turning to his guards. “What is her problem?”

Tries to make up with you. Blocks doorway playfully only to see your are not with it. “Y/N, I demand you talk to me.”

He sees your annoyed and gives you space, cooks for you though, plans to cater to you anyway.

Finally remembers what the arguement was and approaches you, apologizes and let’s you know there is nothing more important in this world than the relationship you two have

You’ll break not after the first kiss, but when he starts to sweep you off your feet and pins you against the nearest wall, his weight being one of the sexiest things about him, (and the thing he loves most about you)

You accept his apology and the food. Only for him to make the night more than you could have ever imagined.

Erik Killmonger

Totally unbothered that you are giving him the silent treatment.

Cooks breakfast for just himself. Notices you strolling into the kitchen and smiles at his full plate. “You hungry?” You don’t answer looking at the cleaned pots and pan in the sink. “It’s Lucky Charms in the top right cabinet, I would get it for you, but we ain’t speaking.”

You ignore him pushing out the way and open the fridge. It’s no bacon, eggs or damn milk left. He’s just smiling.

Two can plan that game though. You purposely head to the bedroom stripping down with the door open and see him peeping around the corner and slam the in his face

Does not try to help the situation in anyway at first, but when you two are out and you get the attention of others he is mad as hell. “So... you gonna talk to that Daniel Caesar looking dude and I can’t even get a good morning?” You smirk. “You hear somebody Nakia?”

Erik would break but it wouldn’t be a direct apology. “Sooo... we really ain’t talking? You mad, mad?” Shifts around sucking his teeth. “ you’d notice him shake his aight. “That’s cool.”

He’d last half the night but it wouldn’t be silent. After midnight he’d come in the living room. “Aight, I’m sorry. We cool now?” When you still said nothing the small kisses of adoration would start. “You hear me? Or are your ears off too?”

You’d finally break after about two minutes of foreplay and a genuine apology.

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rustandstardusst-blog · 5 years

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Sunshine •Erik Killmonger

Under any circumstances Erik Stevens was beautiful. He was dark and brooding and honest and loving. He was everything all at once and I wished I could hold onto him forever but that had always been impossible because Erik was a dreamer.

He was always talking about his throne. “Our” throne he would say is waiting for us and how he would give me everything I had ever wanted when we had it. I never wanted everything though I just wanted him and everyone knew it. From the time I met him at MIT I knew that he was all I had ever wanted.

I lived to see Erik smile. So while his plans of taking Wakanda did little to entice me as it did him I could not help but love to hear him talk about it.

“I’ll be King and you’ll be by my side and we’ll fix the oppression our people have been under for years.”

“Of course we will sunshine.” I would respond because that’s what he was. He was my fucking sunshine in this gloomy world and I was his heart that he had lost a long time ago. We made the bad days bearable and the good days amazing because we believed in us. That we were some divine plan and that in the end no matter what path we chose we would end up here in each others arms.

But that was then and this is now. My sunshine is dead and the sky is no longer blue and the clouds are gray because my baby, my sunshine, has gone away.

#erik killmonger #erik stevens #black panther #erik x reader #erik killmonger x reader #njadaka #n’jadaka

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theblekromantik · 5 years

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Erik Stevens // Silver Ring (1)

a/n: it’s been a min yoll but here we go. It’s shorter than I expected,,, I mean I thought it was long af because I’ve been writing it in my notes but I truly hope you enjoy,,,,next chapter comes out next year! (Sike nah, but they way my motivation works idk) ❤️

Word Count: 955

Student!Erik x Black Reader (always)

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It was the walk of all walks — nearly twenty minutes. But you don’t mind, you could use the exercise. And, there was one dread-headed individual in particular you would pass each time you would go this route. So it wasn’t the worst thing so early in the morning.

You don’t know anything about him, but that he dresses like a student athlete or one of GQ’s Most Fashionable Men, for he’s always decked out in the finest clothes from luxury brands.

As you pass the Founders Library, you see the handsome man in your line of sight. As per usual, he looks like he got lost on his way to model in a New York Fashion Week fashion show. But shoot, he can get lost all he wants if you had any say in the matter. When he approaches you, his intense midnight eyes land on yours, and instantaneously, your stomach begins to jump and jolt. But you avert your gaze to the beaten side walk as quicker than a tiger in the Safari. And clutching your bag at its straps, you speed off.

The friction of your boots against the sidewalk taking a toll on your feet, you stop and glance behind you to discover that the man of your daydreams is no longer in sight. And leaning against the brick wall of some conveniently-placed building, you curse to yourself,

“Girl, what the fuck was that?!”

Yes, one could say you’re embarrassed, mortified even. Why couldn’t you just...exist! You know, normally! Nevertheless, you try your best to repress that dreadful encounter...and keep it pushing.

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Bud-dumb-bum. African-American Studies. Perhaps the only reason you would willfully rise at the sinful hour at which those pioneers of the skies made their first journeys of the day. So many people, you assume, as you carefully trudge up the stairs of the lecture hall, sight maintained only on the ribbed flooring. You eventually find a seat in the very back underneath an overwhelmingly large analog clock. Along with a pen, you take out your Mead notebook from your bag.

Whoosh — Crunch — Plop

As your open your notebook, your nose is struck with the faint smell of new paper and that terrible buck-ninety coffee you had the night before. You date your page 10/18/18, and jot down the topic of today’s lecture: Socioeconomics. Hmm.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

For some reason, you just cannot maintain focus as you drift back and forth from reality to daydream, from daydream to reality.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

“How about tomorrow? At noon?” A male voice rings as you feel a strong, callous hand massage the skin of your check.

A giggle. “It’s a date, then.”

It’s your voice? It’s your voice. But what is this?

You see yourself pivot and strut away from this man, this figure, merry, a smile threatening to brighten up your composed face. A considerable distance away, you turn around and scrutinize him once more. The moonlight reflects off his right hand, bringing your attention to a silver ring on his pointer finger.

That’s all you see of this shadow man before he waves goodbye and heads in the other direction. And suddenly:

“Could anyone explain to me what is meant by ‘generational wealth’?” Your professor, Professor Gibson, booms from the podium in the front of the classroom. “Anyone?”

A hand shoots up from a couple rows down.

“Ah, yes,” she calls, referring to a sheet of paper, “Mr. Stevens?”

“Yes, and generational wealth is, essentially, financial planning that is passed down through generations, which allows a family or families to become very wealthy as time progresses.” This Mr. Stevens answers.

“Nipped it right on the bud there,” Professor Gibson replies, “And would anyone care to elaborate on how this, rather, the lack thereof, has impacted the numerous Black communities throughout the United States?”

His hand goes up again.

“Mr. Stevens?”

“Simple,” He declares, “Our ancestors was slaves, they built up this economy. However, they was just property to the colonizers, so, as payment for centuries of forced and excruciatingly painful and psychologically-damaging labor, they ain’t get nothin’ so, we don’t got none.”

Silence. A pin could drop, and it would clearly resound through the lecture hall.

“Well...Mr. Stevens,” she begins, stunned by the intensity of his answer, “You’re—absolutely correct. class,” as the room was only filled with majestic, moisturized melanin, “It is imperative that you understand that this system was built and developed upon the notion that you all are inferior, subhuman pieces of property. Don’t ever forget this, especially in the professional world: People will make you feel like you’re unfit for a job simply because you’re black, which to them, is synonymous for lazy and irresponsible. But the truth is, black people built and sustained this country without so much as a pat on the back, and continue to thrive today; they are afraid of your potential, what you can do, and will take any chance to diminish your sense of self. You understand?”

Baffled by Professor Gibson’s words, the students nod, slowly. This is out of character for her, as she is usually impassive and direct.

“Okay,” she calls, “Moving on.”

The man, Mr. Stevens, turns his body from side to side in his seat, stretching. And once more, the two of you meet at the eyes; and once more, you become overwhelmed by the same jumping and jolting sensation in your abdomen. And once more, you divert your eyes — this time to the blank page in your notebook.

Wait a minute!

This man, this Mr. Stevens, a thought burst into your hazy mind, He’s the goddamn guy!

And the Professor picks up the chalk, and proceeds to write another topic on the board.

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leelahsrose · 6 years

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So…. Erik made an appearance at the MTV Movie Awards tonight.

#black panther killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #black panther #tchalla #mbaku #shuri black panther #michael b jordan #killmongersprincesa #fanfic #fandom #njadaka #erik stevens #erik killmonger x black!reader #LMAOOthatniggajumpedout

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punjabaex · 6 years

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babies

requested by: @aria725 “An imagine where Erik wants to have kids with the reader? He got baby fever by seeing the reader interact with little kids!”

erik killmonger x reader

warning: hella cringe i guess lmao a/n: sorry this took forever! thanks for requesting, and hope this wasn’t to bad hahah x

You were smiling into the kiss, as Erik’s hands were slowly making their way up your thigh, tugging at the hem of your skirt. Moments like this were a bliss to you, just you, Erik, and nothing but happiness and love. As things got more intimate, you heard the bell ring.

“Who the fuck is tryn’a cock block?” Erik laughed.

“Oh, shit shit shit”. You sprung from the couch, putting your hair up, fixing your smeared lipstick. “I totally forgot, Taci is coming over today”.

“Who the hell is Taci?”.

“Amara’s kid, babe. I’ve told you this, what, only a hundred time”. Amara was one of your best friends. She had asked you a couple of weeks ago to babysit her kid, and you had whole heartedly said yes, only to forget.

Erik rolled his eyes.

You opened the door, only to be greeted by the cheeriest four-year old. She jumped into your arms.

“Aunty y/n!” She screamed.

“Hey, pumpkin” you twirled her around.

You waved goodbye to Amara, and closed the door.

“Taci, I have someone I’d like you to meet”.

You plopped her down the sofa.

“Taci, this is Erik. Erik is my friend.” You looked over to Erik. “Erik, this is Taci”.

The little girl threw herself into Erik’s arms.

“Hi ehwik” she squealed.

She was a really confident little kid. Erik on the other hand looked beyond awkward.

“Hey” he mumbled, barely smiling.

You rolled your eyes at him. He glared back with the ‘fuck you mean’ look on his face. You were a little disappointed with Erik’s attitude with Taci. You knew he wasn’t one to warm up to anyone, but he looked genuinely terrified by this little human.

Taci started to run her hands through Erik’s dreads.

“Wowwww, you have really really pretty hair, Ewik. Can I braid it” she said clapping her hands.

You burst out laughing.

“Fu-“

“Erik” you said raising your voice.

He shot you a look.

“My bad. How do you even know how to braid, little girl? You’re like 2 years old”.

Taci pouted. “I’ll let you know, Im four years old. And I braid all my doll’s hairs. I was gonna help you out because you look like a mess, but I guess not”.

You were watching all this go down. Erik looked heated, Taci looked like she was about to throw some fists, so you interrupted.

“Taci, babe, do you want some Orange Juice”.

She smiled. “Yes” she said.

She sent a sassy grin towards Erik, and flipped her hair.

Erik just sat there, flustered as fuck. How this little kid be sending so much sassiness towards him, and he just can’t say anything back.

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After a few hours, Taci had left, you and Erik were just laying around. You had your head resting on his shoulder, while he was watching some random anime show. Your apartment was a mess, pillows on the floor from the previous pillow fighting match, you, Taci, and Erik had, graham crackers littered around the carpet. Yes, children were tiring, but you wanted a few, with Erik.

Erik had noticed you were mindlessly just staring into space.

“Whats on yo’ mind” he asked.

“I don’t know, just thinking”

“ ‘Bout what?”

You bit your lip and looked up to meet him in the eyes.

“Do you think, I don’t know, we like, could ever have our own kids”.

“Kids?” He scoffed.

“Yeah. Like, mini versions of us running around”.

“You want kids with me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes, obviously motherfucker, who else” you laughed.

he smiled. A nice, wide, genuine smile.

“Yo, today I realized kids are savage as fuck, but yeah, yn, nothing would make me happier than having children with the woman I love”.

He lightly grabbed your jaw and kissed you.

“ Wanna start tonite, shawty?” he said smirking into the kiss.

#njadaka x reader #njadaka #erik killmonger #erik stevens #erik x reader #erik killmonger x reader #bp #black panther #black panther imagines #black panther x reader #erik #killmonger

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eriikkillmongerr · 6 years

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Dating Erik killmonger headcanons

•Erik absolutely adores when you hold him or kiss him wether or not he admits it.

•Like he literally is the most touched starved man ever and he freaking loves any type of physical contact

•When he doesn’t want to talk it’s a sense of reassurance

•He is like the definition of possessive and has no problem letting EVERYONE KNOW YOUR HIS

•”I’m just tryna figure out why these niggas looking at you like this ass ain’t mine.”

• Him loving it when you call him N'Jadaka but only in private because it’s so intimate for you both

•He’s always promising you how he will make you his queen and that you’ll never have to want for anything again

•”I’ll fight T’challa one day and you’ll have everything you deserve. I promise all our hardships will be worth it.”

•He’s always trying to find you things that he thinks you’ll love.

•He loves to just be next you and have you there with him but doesn’t like you directly involved in things he does

•You always patching him up after a job gone wrong

•Smoking weed at night and just having deep ass conversation about your future and what you want in life.

#erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #njadaka #black panther #michael b jordan

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muraae · 6 years

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Sooooo I made a quick edit for @bury-me-in-the-ocean ’s amazing Erik x Reader fic, Beauty and the Beast, which has recently become one of my favorites ever. It immediately takes after the movie where Erik is changed into a “werepanther” beast by one of his ancestors unless he gives his heart with no qualms to the one he loves. It’s ongoing and great and I do a little happy shimmy every time I see it’s been updated, 10/10 check it out! Also, nothing major, but the girl in the top gif is Lashana Lynch, who is my face claim for the character I read for the story, Zelie.

#black Panther #this isn’t weird is it?#it’s weird #now I’m embarrassed #mcu #marvel #erik killmonger #njadaka #erik stevens #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger imagine #my edit #my gifs #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast au #batb

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honeysunned · 4 years

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Forbidden IV

The final part is here! It is an open ending and rather short, but I’m happy with it. I’ve realized that I love Killmonger fics with a Wakanda setting, so I think from now on all of my fics will be based there.

Warnings: cursing

You were tempted to look away as Mylene stared you down, waiting for an answer. Spirit was silent, seemingly frozen on the other side of the car as she looked between you two. The silence was heavy, thick with tension, and the longer it went on, the more tense it became. She crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at you, and you let out a shaky breath.

“Yes.”

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to laugh, before looking away with a shake of her head.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered, and you meant it.

“I am too. Let me guess… You’re gonna need some time, right? You can’t really come around because of Erik…”

“What happened won’t have anything to do with you-.”

“But it always does!”

She was glaring at you, now, eyes sad.

“They always say the same thing you just did. They’ll tell me they need time because being around me will just make them think of my brother and whatever fuckshit he did. A few days turns into a few weeks…then months until I have to start looking for a new friend,” she complained.

“Mylene…”

You had heard it all before, and being reminded of how Erik always ruined her friendships made you feel even worse.

“It’s honestly a fucking miracle that I was able to hold onto the two of you as long as I did. You know how my brother is, you know how he operates, and every damn time it ends the same way. Every time,” she breathed.

You walked towards her, and you could see that she wanted to cry.

“Not this time,” you assured her. “I promise. You’re like a sister to me, and I would be even dumber than I already feel if I actually let Erik ruin what we have.”

She sniffed and blinked at you.

“You mean that?”

You nodded, and she did too before taking a deep breath.

“Okay. Okay, I believe you. Let’s go before I turn around and beat my brother’s ass.”

The car ride was silent, and you could tell that both of them wanted to ask what happened. What had caused the mess you all had just left behind. It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to put it into words, because you did. You probably had too many words ready for what had just happened to you, but…

You were embarrassed.

Embarrassed to tell them what happened, embarrassed to tell them how Erik had played you, and how you had let him. After all, you knew what he was like, always had. He had made you feel stupid, and you hated that more than anything. You had let your grief blind you to what you already knew about Erik, and in turn, he’d made you feel stupid.

“…what happened?”

You glanced in the rearview mirror, eyes connecting with those of Spirit with a sigh.

“He played me. I’ll tell you what happened when I don’t wanna shove my head in the dirt anymore, but all you need to know right now is that he played me. He humiliated me, and I don’t want anything to do with him,” you responded.

“Are you gonna tell Hakeem?” Mylene asked as she pulled into your driveway.

You let out a humorless chuckle, and you wanted to cry.

“I should. Hakeem would kill him, so I definitely should…”

You eventually shook your head though.

“…but that’s not me. I’m just gonna have to take this ‘L’.”

You got out the car, and your best friends followed. As you approached your door, you found that you really didn’t want to be alone. You stopped with your hand on the door and had barely turned around when Mylene wrapped her arms around you.

“You want us to stay?”

You nodded, chest and throat unbelievably tight all of a sudden. Spirit laid her hand on your arm, and you let the three of you inside.

Your entire face felt tight the next morning, your eyes being the worst of it. After going to your room, Spirit had brough out the hooch your parents left under the kitchen sink. It wasn’t long before you were telling them everything that had happened, filling Mylene in on what had happened from the very beginning.

You had tried your best, but you couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to. It wasn’t like you were head over heels for Erik or anything, not even close, but you had believed him. You had stupidly believed him, and he had fooled you. You don’t know when the alcohol got the best of you, but sometime in the night the three of you had passed out.

There was a faint pounding that you could register, and it took a minute for you to realize that someone was knocking on the front door. Mylene was up before you, her being a light sleeper and everything. You slowly got up as she opened your door, and you could hear voices. The knocking had stopped, and you looked back to find Spirit still asleep. You reached up and groaned, realizing that in your drunken state you had failed to tie your hair up.

You approached the door, ready to go and see what was going on, but Mylene seemed to recognize one of the voices before you did.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled, immediately backing up and slamming the door closed.

“What’s going on?” you mumbled.

“Erik’s here,” she said, looking at you with wide eyes.

You blinked, processing what she said before frowning.

“What?”

“He’s talking to Hakeem. I don’t…”

You didn’t let her finish, walking past her and flinging the door open. Sure enough, you could hear his voice and you stomped towards the front door. The sadness that had come from the humiliation was gone, only anger was left. Erik’s dark eyes fell on you as you approached, standing just behind your brother. Hakeem must have noticed his expression because he turned his head, frowning in confusion at you.

“Erik said he’s here to talk to you…”

The statement was worded like a question, as if Hakeem wanted to know why. You wanted to know why too.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

If Hakeem was surprised by your animosity, he didn’t show it, only frowning deeper as you glared at Erik.

“I wanna talk to you-.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you. Leave,” you spat.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Hakeem demanded.

“Nothing. I just don’t want him here,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hakeem looked between the two of you with a shake of his head.

“Nah, something’s going on-.”

“Erik fucked (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened, and both you and your brother turned around to stare at Mylene. She stood behind you, mimicking your stance as she glared at Erik.

“Mylene-!”

“He fucked her, and then he bragged to all of his friends about it,” she snitched, glancing at Hakeem, avoiding your eyes.

You had barely opened your mouth to say something to him when he practically flew through the doorway. By the time your eyes finally landed on them, they were in the yard throwing punches and waking up all the neighbors.

“Mylene, what the hell is wrong with you?” you screamed.

By now, Spirit was awake, running out of your room with wide eyes, confusion overtaking exhaustion on her face.

“Erik has been doing this for too long, (Y/N)! I’m sick of it. He treats girls like trash, always had, and my friends have never been an exception, but I thought… I thought you were different to him. He knows how much you mean to me, and after all these years I thought you’d be different. I never thought he’d do it to you too.”

You blinked at her.

“When he hurt you, he hurt me too. So yeah, I told Hakeem, because he deserves to get his ass beat,” she said with finality, not an ounce of regret on her face.

You understood her, really you did, but you couldn’t let Hakeem get arrested or some shit over Erik. You ran outside, and Spirit followed. You attempted to break it up, both of you grabbing your brother’s arms as he hovered over Erik.

“You foul, Erik! You foul as shit, and imma kill you!”

“Hakeem, stop! Please,” you pleaded. “Somebody is gonna call the cops soon, and you don’t want to get arrested behind him, do you?”

Hakeem glared at Erik, chest heaving as he let you pull him up. Erik sat up, resting one arm on his bent leg as he spat blood put of his mouth and onto the ground. Erik looked up at you, and you looked away, avoiding his eyes.

“Nah, don’t look at her. Look at me,” Hakeem sneered.

“Man, Hakeem-.”

“Shut yo bitch ass up! You come around here again, and imma kill you. You even so much as breathe in the direction of my sister, and imma kill you. You even think about blowin’ up my phone, and imma kill you.”

Erik glared back at him for a while before nodding.

“We clear?”

“Yeah…yeah,” Erik said.

It seemed like it took everything in Hakeem to walk away. Spirit eventually followed, and you stayed, finally looking at Erik as he did the same.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). That’s what I wanted to tell you…”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, and you sadly shook your head before following your brother. Erik said he was sorry, and the crazy part was that you think he meant it. If you had learned anything though, it was that you weren’t as good of a judge of character as you had thought. Whether or not Erik was truly sorry, only time would tell.

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