The story of Anne Bonnie the Pirate Queen and Calico Jack/Black Beard the Pirate King…
✨🤩💗🤭💋✨but make it ATTOYEEEEE✨😍🫵🏽💋💞
So basically, the story is a young woman, Okoye, is raised by her father after her mother dies, and he tries to get her married off because she’s become out of control and wild… but instead she decides to marry a penniless sailor named W’kabi… 🤨🙄
She and w’copy set off to start a life together, and Wjabis main line of work is snitching to government officials about where pirates are…
So he basically leaves Okoye at home all day, to entertain herself while he’s off snitching. Well, one day while Okoye is serving ale in a bar… a gang of pirates walk in and claim the bar as a hang out for themselves! She loves how charismatic and rowdy the Pirates are, and they love how beautiful she is!
They invite her to meet their captain. His mates (Namora, M’Baku, and maybe Aneka joins her) say he is the Slayer of Sirens, the Rider of Great Whites, he is…
Captain Attuma the Pirate King
They immediately fall in love, and Attuma is gracious enough to offer her husband, a large payment amount for him to divorce her and let them get married. W’kabi refuses but they run away together anyway 🤣🤣 (ignoring the actual history) they are pirate king n queen and live happily ever after PERIODT.
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Prompt setting for Drawn to you Fic:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45881512
Fic that mentions partially of this setting atm link above.
Main Setting idea:
[[For the one shot I only used parts of it because its one shot and I just didn't feel like writing every single part of it.
But idk. I may change my mind. ]]
Wkabi a rich border tribes business man that marries Okoye cause of status.
The marriage is bland but they still remain together out of social norms and to avoid controversy. Plus misery loves company.
Talokan city being so close to the city of Wakanda, with encouragement from Shuri/ M'Baku and the council. Business deals of trade, food, and money have started.
Attuma becomes friendly on the behalf of Namor on some affairs. And Namora for others.
Wkabi is one of the first to meet him. Him and Attuma are tolerable to one another more or less as a description.. Although Attuma preferred Okoye’s presence and ways of doing business. The two hit it off instantly whenever Wkabi isn't around.
Meetings would turn to small conversations between one another. Attuma would push for possible lunch dates with Okoye. When W'Kabi wasn't around, Okoye would always roll her eyes and remind him she has a husband. Attuma would always grin and say that he was a blind fool of a husband.
"Attuma, I am married."
"And what if your husband was no longer around then hm?"
"Do not say things like that so loud!"
Completely comfortable with one another and Okoye though she scoffs at Attuma’s on going flirts she would still listen. Close moments of kisses that always seemed to be interrupted.
"I know that he doesn't touch you. Why else would you stare at me with such hunger? As if I didn't notice."
W'Kabi suspects Okoye is cheating eventually. But doesn't know with who.
He catches Attuma looking at Okoye one day.
Which Attuma plays off as admiration when questioned. Wkabi already on edge due to his wife fully becoming cold to him since Attuma’s presence. Attuma’s indifference to W'Kabi’s accusations about him cheating with Okoye pisses W'Kabi off further.
A fight breaks out which Okoye tries to get them to both stop.
W'Kabi falls over a balcony and dies on Impact.
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Loveless - (21)
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Word Count: 1800
Warnings: none
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Chapter 21
“The beauty of the Hatut zeraze is that we do not operate under your power.”, W’Kabi was being his arrogant self, Namor grew to understand how obnoxious he had been sounding when ever he harped about the war and the need to take over the world. “Your ploy will only result in our downfall sooner.”, M’baku pushed back. As the argument continued and people watched, the voices died out. His mind could only fixate on one factor that now he was sitting next to her. His seat that had been assigned away from hers was not shifted and rearranged so he could see the pattern on the silk she wore. “We’re at a tipping point, any action we inflict, will be used as a weapon.”, the king was arguing. “And who is feeding you this information? Where is your proof?”, W’Kabi question. “Uh that would be me.”, Ross waved as he sat next to the king in the most coveted position a lot of advisors envied for.
He was decked in royal clothes, to a point no one would believe he was from the very country that was trying to tear them down. “And you would believe this man?”, W’Kabi grunted. His ears were attuned to the conversation, his eyes pinned on the leader of the Hatut Zeraze, his wings ready to take flight if anything was amiss. But the hand he rested on the arm rest was restless, his fingers flexed, his skin thrummed for a touch, his pinky finger wanting to etch closer to where she had rested her hand. “ If the Dora Milaje can dictate their jurisdiction, then so can I.”, W’Kabi was trying his best to prove a point to win a sanction but it wasn’t working. “It is in our nature to protect our country however we see fit. Your command does not stand.”, he was trying to sway the court’s opinion. Repeatedly question authority, to create an imbalance. Namor knew these tricks well because he deployed some of them when needed.
But he flinched when he saw movement in the corner of his eye, a large being slowly walking past the crowd from them sidelines. He watched as Attuma came into view, his gaze like that of a shark on the lurk. The more he got closer, the more the other man seemed to shrunk. W’Kabi stumbled when he took notice of the Talokan warrior. People turned to Namor, for him to intervene but how could he stop this when it had only begun to get interesting. So instead he bent forward, his eyes sparking with the thrill of a fight. Attuma placed the blunt head of his hammer on Wkabi’s chest his head tilting to a side as though he was weighing his prey. Namor recognized his gaze, it was the same as when he was on a battlefield.
He was on a battlefield. This man. With everything he knew now. “You.”, he growled.
“Your nature is to break and destroy, sowing empty words.”, he pinned him down.
His eyes scrambled about in fear, his back to a corner as he tried concoct a threat. Attuma watched as W’Kabi’s gaze fell on the princess, but even in his peripheral vision, he could tell Namor was ready for anything.
“You do not have the honor to even talk about the Dora Milaje.”, he edged closer, his opponent, this vile man looking like nothing but a pebble. That if he wished for he could crush him, for all the pain he had caused her.
But instead W’Kabi laughed. “Oh I see what this is.”, his gazed now landed on the one person Attuma was here for.
His cold blood began to spark with a rush like raging waters. “My sweet Okoye, you send your pet to accuse me?”, he spoke and Attuma wanted to shove his hammer through him.
“This is no way to treat your husband.”, he smiled triumphantly.
“Oh he knows.”, Okoye’s confidant voice filled the room, without missing a beat. The day she had confided in him, he promised her he would keep her heart safe above anything else.
“I’m just waiting for him to take his bite.”, she said and Attuma could feel a smile break out on his face. His back straightening in confidence. Wkabi faltered, his mask slipping.
“Sit down.”, Attuma barked down a command. The crowd remained quite and he had no other option but to concede. So W'Kabi retreated. “Attuma.”, Namor said his name, tilting his head ever so slightly to indicate that it was the right call of action.
“My eternal gratitude, Kulkulkan. For your impeccable warriors.”, the king bowed his head for the quick resolution of the conflict. He smiled, nodding in return, he had been gracious enough for not using his other term of endearment. The agent got up, his gaze set on one goal but just before he addressed the crowd, his eyes found those of his sister’s, who was standing behind him. These were interesting developments indeed, he sat back in his seat.
Namora remembered the words she spoke the last she had met him. She was quick to toss him out, quick to lash out. He stood tall, his dulled gold hair now shimmering a pale grey. Like moonlight had been spun into his very being. That was how he felt, his words, his actions. It never pushed and tested her limited but rather in the short time she was around him, it would often engulf her. Through that she came to understand that his biggest strength was his softness, a quality that was very rare in her life. She had criticized him, for not being a fighter but only this minute did she realize that he was more a fighter than she ever was because he knew how to love freely. To love completely meant you knew how to let go. She never knew to let go, she would hold onto to it until it grows and festers to create a wound that never heals. For the longest time, she was crippled by her trust issues, still was as she stood there unsure what she needed to protect, her people, the man who sat in front of her or her heart.
“I know the villain of our story well.”, she heard him speak, the court was presented with devices that translated for them. “The benefit of the pain I had endured is that I know how she operates.”, he clicked on a remote to have a video play. “She begins with spreading fear and intimidation.”, he addressed the room as she heard the woman speak.
“What is Wakanda doing? A secret alliance with people whose skins are supposed to be blue. An off the record supreme world power we know nothing about. The death of their queen under mysterious circumstances and the disappearance of one of our most cherished agents, my beloved husband.”, the rest zoned out. The room turning into a heavy net around her. The villain was his own wife. Everything fit into place. Why he missed home, why he didn’t want to fight, it all made sense. Fighting against family, that was the hardest battle, one even she struggled with. But it grew, choking her throat, making these inconclusive and these sudden feelings that had emerged to feel even more alien.
That she did not even have the right to have a soft spot for him. Because he was already someone else’s. She was ruthless but she was never a thief. The room spun. The topic of war, his past and the possibility of losing her home welling up within her. But she looked at Namor and saw the fear creep into his eyes, his still fingers began to thrum, his chest beginning to heave. This was his worst nightmare, all of their biggest Doomsday prediction being propelled to come true. However, even before she could reach out to ease him, she watched as the princess took his hand, holding hers tight. His gaze was now on Shuri, her reassuring whisper, it was the domino that caused everything else to collapse. She was happy he had someone other than her to share his woes with, but the pain stemmed from the thought that she wasn’t so fortunate. It was a reminder that even as the world crumbled, she will be alone. She needed air.
“They have been convicted of harbouring weapons of war. The late queen herself issued a warning, that any other attempt of mining vibranium will result in retaliation. I urge you, the nations who are watching this to be wary and to report any activities that you may find suspicious.”, the news ends and he turns to address the crowd. But before he could do so, he catches a glimpse of orange fins and a closing door. She had left. His thoughts now littered like coins at his feet. All eyes were on him, making the room feel warmer. But this was his moment.
You are thirsty for a fight. He was.
“Everything she said in that video, is false. How do I know? It's because I am no longer her husband. But that is who she is. Twisting lies to fit a point of view. She’s baiting us, laying out a trap to display our cards. That is precisely what we are not going to do. We are going to wait. Tire her out and lure her in. When she wants something, she’s impatient, her rash strategies will lead to their own defeat, if we stand our ground.”, Namor’s admiration for this man im particular, grew. His reasoning was effective. But he wasn’t sure of his sister’s reaction or why it had happened. Although he knew the reasons that could have led to it, he didn’t want to engulf her with worry just yet. He’ll find her later. But now all he could do now was to sit tight, because she was holding his hand. As a gesture of concern, but the panic of his secret, their existence, being revealed to the world was soon replaced with the panic of the growing warmth of her touch. He stilled. For a glimmer of a second, the world could crumble, all he needed to anchor himself was right next to him.
Okoye stole glances at the warrior who stood to the far side of the room, his display of courage, as much as it was meant to keep the peace within the throne room, she knew that it was also for her. A secret only they knew as he caught her gaze in the heated atmosphere. That even if they were going to wait and if eventually all the chaos caught up to them. She knew he will fight by her side, that unlike last time, she wouldn’t have to choose between the throne, her position and her heart. All her pieces fell in place, choosing him meant all the rest was added to her. So as he smiled, a show of affection only for her. She knew, that this time, it will all be different.
Ross knew all about destabilization, that in order to get a country like Wakanda down to it’s knees. All it required was an elite squad of super power individuals. He got wind of rumors about Val putting together her own team, one that would mirror the avengers but will be under her power. Under her will, to execute her wishes. He knew he would just have to contain her and with that the threat of the States coming after Wakanda would have narrowed down from the stats of having to fight another country, that could trigger a worldwide war, will now be contained to just eliminate this squad. The real threat was always the ones outside Wakanda, as long as W’Kabi was kept under control, his reckless actions would not be significant. “So what do you suggest we do now?”, MBaku asked. He paused. He knew what he had to do. He had instructions from Ramonda, in the last phone call he had with her. So he turned to find Shuri. “We prepare. As much as it is against Wakanda’s nature to do so. The late queen herself had told me to remind you and share with you the next course of action.”, he explained
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All my babies in one chapter haha
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