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cevans16 · 3 years

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Choosing Between Two Loves Part 4 ~ Infinity War

Summary: You were a Goddess named Elara, who had powers similar to Thor and even stronger, you joined the Avengers back when Loki had tried to take over New York. You were great friends with most of them. Tony Stark was someone you were always in love with even though you knew you could never have him. However that all changes when you get to know a certain super soldier....

The group and you were up in the Shuri’s lab trying to think of a way to remove the mind stone from Vision. You were amazed by the lab, it reminded you so much of Tony, you sighed looking around and wondering if he was doing okay. “Got your mind on something?” you heard Bucky ask you, “More than something, Tony would love this” you said referring to the lab. “So are you and him?-”, “No, no. I did have a huge crush on him for a long time but I know he and Pepper belong together, Tony has been such an awesome friend, I loved working with him in the lab along with Bruce” you explained, “You don’t have a family?” he asked curiously, “No, they were....murdered, I’m not from here Bucky....I’m from another realm” you said slowly. “Well that makes me feel better about you almost kicking my ass” he smirked, giving you a slight shove. You returned the smirk, “I think I did kick your ass but you stabbed me remember”, he shook his head, “And you don’t have a family of your own here, I’m not asking about the team, you haven’t built a family?”, Bucky was trying to see if you had a significant other or kids, anything. You sighed thinking about it, “No, I don’t. I was too busy trying to recover from losing everyone, too busy joining this team, working for this team, I can’t really build a family of my own, it’s impossible” you said the last part sadly, “I can’t have kids Bucky, not here on this Earth, it’s impossible for you average joe shmos to...reproduce with our kind, probably only someone like Thor can but I don’t see him that way, he is a handsome man but I don’t know” you said laughing at Bucky’s expression, “You don’t think I’M handsome”, “You are a pain in the ass”.

You walked around to talk to Shuri when you all noticed something was entering the atmosphere, the fight was here you thought, Thanos would be coming. “Evacuate the city, engage her defenses and get this man a shield” King T’Challa said as he walked out towards the fight. You were lucky to had been gifted a new sword along with some battalions similar to Nat’s.

You walked over to the team standing next to Bucky, “You have my back doll?”, “Ehh we’re on the same team now so I guess so” you teased him. Nat and Cap walked with King T’Challa over to part of Thanos’ army. They came back a little worried, you knew it wasn’t going to end well, “This will be the end of Wakanda” M’Baku said, “Then let it be the noblest end in history”, Okoye replied. You took a deep breath looking around to everyone by your side, not every face would survive, you hated wars yet you always seemed to find yourself in one. “You okay?” Bucky asked, “Yeah, never better” you gave him a smile before turning to face ahead of you.

There were so many of them, animals; at first you guys had a slight advantage but they kept duplicating, at one point you had five surrounding you. Luckily the new weapons gave you more power, a sword made from vibranium was the best thing ever. You fell onto the mud, fighting one with your battalions this time to keep it from munching on your head. You heard a thunder crack, that could only mean one thing, Thor. You were ecstatic to see him, you had built a great friendship with him since you had a lot in common, thinking that he was dead had taken a toll. “I’ve miss you!” you yelled over to him, he turned to give you a smile. You were close to Bucky when he picked up a racoon to shoot at the other animals, not seeing that you were in that pile too. “Are you serious?! You almost SHOT me!!” you furiously yelled, “Sorry doll” he apologized, “Vision is in trouble!” you heard over the set. You took care of three others before heading over to help Vision.

You ran into the woods to see Cap trying his best to fend off one of Thanos’, an injured Vision behind him. You ran in between Cap and the man or creature, you pulled out your sword to stop him from hurting Cap. “GO! I’ve got you” you said turning to Cap, he smiled at you, you did have his back after all. He took Vision to get some aid while you fended against the other. You killed him after a great fight and then Thanos came. You were more than afraid but you knew you had to kill Thanos even if it meant it costing your life. When you arrived to where he was you saw a dead Vision on the ground along with a heartbroken Wanda, Thanos reached down to touch her head, “Don’t you dare....touch her” you gritted through your teeth. Thanos turned to look at you, “I thought you were gone for good little one” he said, “You picked the wrong side” he added. You were about to stab him when Thor beat you to it, “I said you would pay for that” Thor said to Thanos. “You should have gone for the head” Thanos whispered, you saw him snap his fingers and then disappear. You looked at Thor, he gave you the same look, Thanos had done it, he cut off half of the universe, it was only a matter of time before you saw who was that half.

You went around looking for the others, when you spotted them, you were relieved to see Nat and Cap were okay along with Rhodey. “Where’s Bucky?” you asked, no one answered your question, you looked at Cap, “Steve??”, his look told you everything, Bucky was part of that half. You didn’t know why but you felt an immediate loss, you sat down on the ground, just like everyone, trying to brace yourselves to face what had just to happened.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes Imagines #Bucky Barnes Imagine #Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #Marvel x Reader #Marvel Imagines #Marvel Imagine #Marvel

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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Pt. 3 The Kickback

Part 1 Part 2

(M’Baku x Black!OC)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N:This is a continuation of my Day 24 Fictober prompt. I recommend going back to that if you want to enjoy this fully! Next chapter will wrap this up!

Gina couldn’t keep from looking in her rearview mirror at the Mercedes Benz G-Class trailing her car. How nuts is it that after two chance encounters, this M’Baku character is coming over to her house for...what? She gripped her wheel tightly as she turned down her block. She’s grown, so whatever she wants to do, is no problem, especially since he seems down...right? But is he down because of her body or her brain? He’s already gotten a headful of both and soon Gina begins to regret the executive decision she’s made soon as she brings her old bucket in park.

Getting out, Gina waves at M’Baku as he parks on the visitor’s side of the apartment’s garage, jogging to catch up to her, smiling infectiously like a kid arriving at a theme park.

“I almost thought you were trying to lose me back there for a second.” M’Baku says.

Gina messes with her keys walking through the lobby. “Why do you say that?”

M��Baku motions to the elevator, hitting a button to call it. “Well I don’t want you to feel bad but you didn’t use your signal for half of the turns you did. If I were a cop, your license would be on my mantle.”

Gina looks up at M’Baku in embarrassment. “Ooh,, yeah? Sorry, I was kind of distracted. But hey, at least the wine wasn’t in my car. Then they’d really have something on me.” Gina inconspicuously rolls her eyes. Why did she have to be so damn corny?

M’Baku holds up the white wine bottle with his happy gap toothed smile. “This is true. Saved by the bell, indeed.”

On cue, the elevator doors open with a ding as Gina leads the way inside hitting the fourth floor button. As the doors close, conversation topics leave Gina’s mind completely as the motors quietly whine to life, elevating them both one floor at a time. M’Baku just stares at the buttons, giving her some license to study his appearance in the bright indoor lighting.

His skin has a light shine to it, possibly from the jog, or maybe he was more nervous than he let on, either way it only highlighted his melanin more beautifully. The roundness of his cheeks give him a look of trustworthiness, only slightly masked by his manicured beard. The basic olive green shirt laying across the mounds and valleys of his torso held her attention desperately until her eyes caught hold of his thighs, amplified thickness under his trousers due to the cross at his ankle. The wine bottle held in front of his crotch helps to censor her mind for what she wondered most.

Her thirst became punctuated in reality, licking her lips as her eyes met his face again only to see his gaze had left the glowing buttons to catch Gina completely caught up in his stance.

Gina instantly cracks up, waving her face from feeling hot. “I wondered-uh, where did you get your...socks?”

M’Baku’s eyes shoot up as he looks down at his amazingly moisturized ankles above his canvas shoes; completely sockless. “Umm…”

Gina curses under her breath as the elevator finally reaches her floor. M’Baku tucks his lips to muffle a smile as she crosses out of the enclosed space to walk down the hall.

“M’Baku, I wasn’t planning on any company, so excuse the place for being a bit of a mess. It gets kind of crazy around finals time especially.”

“I don’t mind at all. I trust the cleanliness of your place more than the average person, without having been in it.” M’Baku boasts.

“Why is that?” She asks, opening the door, kicking her shoes off.

M’Baku follows suit. “Well, I’ll say if I knew food borne illnesses off the cuff as much as you, I would have every surface spotless.”

Gina laughs. “Well then, you know me very little, mister. But I’m not disgusting, just junky, so watch your step.”

Gina goes around her living room to pick up some stray books and papers off the couch, table and floor.

“Take a seat whenever you like!” Gina calls as she goes into her bedroom, which is way more of an embarrassment, picking up her discarded clothes and undergarments from the week, shoving them in her closet.

M’Baku calls back. “I might as well get this bottle started while it’s still cool. Where is your opener?”

“Uhh...second drawer by the sink.”

M’Baku shuffles a couple drawers before finding the right one. Gina comes back out to see him twisting into the cork.

“Working up a sweat there, huh?” Gina smirks, walking across the room and turning on her TV.

M’Baku peers over at her. “Poking fun at your guests first visit? You’re as witty as I know you to be.” M’Baku says with a swift jerk of the cork followed by a satisfying pop.

Gina gets some glasses from a cabinet. “That’s the thing. I don’t know if I should treat you like a guest or like a long time friend and not give a shit. Hell, you already know more about me now than most folks do.”

The sound of the wine glugging into the glasses fill the silence a moment as she hands one into M’Baku’s hand. They share a sip, looking over their glasses at each other as they savor their drinks. M’Baku smacks his lips looking at the glass thoughtfully, as Gina almost spits her wine muffling a laugh as a thought crosses her mind.

M’Baku looks at her curiously. “What is it? Do I have…” M’Baku starts to scratch and pinch his nose.

“No! You’re fine, I’m just tickled by how…” Gina hem-haws around walking away.

M’Baku follows her to the couch. “What? What is so funny, I can’t take the anticipation!”

Gina looks him over, tucking her feet underneath her as she builds up the tension deliciously. “Are you an insecure man?”

M’Baku sits up a little straighter, cocking one eyebrow up. “Hardly. But I don’t like being made a fool of.”

Gina nods. “Ok,” and goes on to switching stations on the TV. Gina plays innocently as she feels his eye barring into her profile. “So do you come around here often or…”

“Gina! Please!” M’Baku moans childishly, looking pitiful as she cackles.

“Aha! Yes! Beg for mercy! No, it’s just that glass looks completely ridiculous in your hand. Like look at mine….” She holds it by her face in a model-esque way. “Then yours is just…” She sets down her glass and takes his hand holding the glass. His skin is soft, but his hands aren’t big for nothing as she can feel the power beneath his skin, frankly surprised the glass hadn’t broken. “It looks like a shot glass in your hand. You might as well drink from the bottle!” She laughs nervously, letting his hand go as his face drops.

M'Baku looked serious for a moment. Kind of a moment too long, Gina began to feel uncomfortable, she considers asking if she offended him until his booming laughter busted forth.

“Hanuman's sake, you are funny! You try to seem shy but your bluntness is refreshing when it jumps out.” He says, sitting back, laying his arm across the back of the couch.

Gina felt relief as she giggled back. “I can't help it sometimes.” She says, refilling their glasses again as time went on until they just stare at the television.

“Gina, I have to admit, I didn't expect the night to go this way.” M’Baku states so quietly Gina thought he was talking to himself.

“How was it supposed to go?” Gina asks curiously, turning closer to him. She waits patiently for his answer.

M'Baku hesitates, staring at his emptied glass and the dry bottle in front of them. “I didn't expect to talk to you so effortlessly, be around you shamelessly. I shouldn't be though, our meeting at the grocery was the best conversation I've ever held over produce.”

Gina smiles resting her head on her hand. “You're not too bad yourself. I wouldn't have asked you up without really wanting to, you're an interesting individual.”

“I've gotten that a lot.” He says.

“Oh I bet! Not just cuz of the foreign nature of you though, don't get me wrong your culture sounds amazing. But, i don't know, you just seem so down to earth, so opposite of what you appear.”

“Did I intimidate you?” he asks, dropping some extra bass in his voice.

Gina rocks a little back and forth, thinking carefully about what next to say. “Kind of, yeah. I mean first of all look at you. Where’s the beef? It’s you! But also, I looked ratty as hell when we first met and you still seemed interested in who I am and then after seeing me in the club, you're treating me normally. I don't invite guys to see me by the way.”

M'Baku raises his hands in surrender. “I wouldn't have gone, I swear. I was just there because of the dumb tradition. But...I was glad I had. You have great stage presence and...”

M'Baku pauses before giggling to himself.

“What?” she asks.

M'Baku looks in the kitchen. “Is there.more wine or…”

“What's so funny?” Gina asks, voice rising in distress.

M'Baku bites his lip, looking at Gina intently. “I think it’s nice how awkward and normal you are, that is all.”

Gina’s mouth drops open as she sets her glass on the table. “Are you calling me boring?”

M’Baku looks up at the ceiling as if to ponder. “Uhhh, yes! That’s the word I’m looking for!”

“Wow, ok. You are no longer welcome in my house. You can see yourself out!” Gina replies with a dramatic flourish as she takes her remote to flip through channels.

“I’m just saying, you are adorably bashful, incredibly smart, functionally disorganized. The most exciting thing I’ve seen tonight is that boa on the lamp-”

“And yet, you could not keep your eyes off of me THAT night, hm? I seemed VERY interesting with half my clothes off and shaking it in your face, eh?” She tosses the remote down as the channel landed on a random music video countdown station. Gina picks up the empty bottle to discard in the trash can, collecting the glasses as well.

“None of that is what I meant.” M’Baku replies casually, unphased by her outburst.

Gina doesn’t look at him as she quickly wipes down the glasses. “You don’t understand having to keep myself one way in real life and another on stage. Both of those people are me, I just have a time and place for both.”

“I understand keeping a part of yourself from the world. More than you know.”

Gina turns to retort as she is drying a glass, and almost drops it when she sees what is going on in her living room. M’Baku has hijacked the fuzzy boa off of her lamp and is parading around with a sassy sashay to boot.

“Oh...my….” Gina covers her mouth as she snorts at his pitiful excuse of a sexy walk. Awkwardly thrusting his hips from side to side instead of a fluid motion, he looks like his joints are out of place.

“I too, am a man of the stage just waiting for my big break. Do you think I have a shot?” He wiggles the boa’s feathers in Gina’s face as she comes around the counter.

Crossing her arms, she says, “Ok. Give me ten seconds of your best and I’ll ‘swipe’ you if I wanna see more.”

M’Baku smiles at the challenge raising his arms to do a rather stiff body roll. His large body seemed cumbersome for himself to control, but she couldn’t turn away. Gina lost track of the countdown from laughing so hard. “God! Ok, maybe I’ll give you a tutorial first. They don’t have dancers where you’re from?”

M’Baku takes a couple of labored breaths. “We do, I’m just obviously not as skilled.”

Gina yanks the boa from around his neck. “Fine. So dig deep from your hips, like this…” Gina over demonstrates to emphasize what she means. M’Baku furrows his eyebrows in extreme focus as the rhythm trails body slowly.

“That’s it, looking good!” Gina starts to move normally, adding some hip rotations as she spins around, getting into the music playing the in background.

“I can’t keep up with you!” M’Baku scoffs, wiping his brow.

Gina winks over her shoulder. “Of course you can! Look just keep doing it. Think of the music, not me or what you’re doing” Gina wiggles around him, dressing the boa back over his shoulders, using the opportunity to feel them lightly so he becomes more comfortable.

M’Baku is getting into the motions better now, Gina could tell as she remains behind him, watching the muscles in his back operate his body just the right way, his hips surrendering to the call of the song orchestrating their dance. Gina forgot to take her hands off of him as she played with the boa more instinctual, running her hands over his shoulders and chest, for what she could reach. The warmth of his body is so inviting, she felt intoxicated and not at all from the wine. “I can’t tell if you’re swiping from back there…” M’Baku looks over his shoulder at Gina, bringing his hand to hers, resting it on top. Gina wasn’t sure how it happened, or who moved first but before she knew it, she felt ready to max out on a session with M’Baku.

Masterlist

#m'baku fic #shakafic #black panther fic

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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Chapter 2

Prelude || Characters || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

{Note: Hello everyone! I am here to bring you chapter 2 of Brown Sugah Baby. Once again like; give feedback and reblog to your heart content. Thank you all for the positive feedback, it is greatly appreciated. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!}

Squad: @maddiestundentwritergaines

Word Count: 2,072

Warnings: None...yet

As the first 2 months of their junior year flew by; Nefe and Nattie, had to prepare themselves for a frightening event: Midterms. Midterms were every college kids worst nightmare. Especially before homecoming, yet something made them bearable: Parents Day. Parents Day was a huge event at Southern University, for the students. You can spend the whole day with your parents and show em around campus, or just chill with them for a few hours. Which meant the girls would travel back home to Miami, Florida, along with M’Baku.

“Hey Nattie! You got the dessert for the cookout right? Moms wants pecan and apple.” Walking around the store, Nefe had to make sure she got everything on the list her mom gave her.

“Yep. Both pies. Do we need ice cream too?” Nattie asked while going down the dessert aisle.” She was more than just Nefe’s best friend. She was her sister.

Nattie was officially adopted into Nefe’s family when her parents died, when she was 12. They’ve been best friends ever since. A bond that couldn’t be broken, that was strong than super glue. Growing up in Miami, Hialeah go be exact, wasn’t easy by any means. Natasha’s parents were murdered in a hit and run, while she was at school. The news put her in shock and she didn’t know what to do. So by being so close to Nefe’s family, they took her in with open arms. So parents days meant everything and more to Nattie than ever.

Once the kids were of age, Julian and Regina decided to move the family to Tallahassee for a better life and job opportunities. Nattie’s parents had set aside a growing college fund for her, so Nefe’s parents matched it. There was no way, Regina was going to let her best friends’ only child not live a better life.

“I think dad got it. We just need the ribs; hot dogs and buns. Both burgers and hot dog buns.”

Grabbing what they needed, heading towards the checkout lane, they were stopped when Melanie spotted them.

“Well lookie, lookie. It’s the trash community.” The triumphant smirk on her face shone, with the help of her two side hoes by her sides; Jordana and Stacy. Of all places to go run into them at a time like this. Yeah they grew up together and went to SU. Which meant they too went home.

“I see there’s a mirror there, Melanie. You seein your reflection while talkin out the side of your mouth?” Nattie couldn’t help but chuckle at her best friends comeback.

“Very funny. Listen, when you see M’Baku tell him to come by my dorm tonight. Comprende?”

“Or is that too much for you to understand?” Jordana enunciated each word, trying to be funny.

Nattie and Nefe looked at each other and let out a gut wrenching laugh.

“Comprende? Oh you think you funny huh? I can speak about, 4 different languages, and bitch is one of em. Don’t try me.” Nefe sucked her teeth in annoyance.

Eyeing them all up and down, Nattie scoffed and spoke up.

“Why do you even torture yourself, Melanie? No guy really sees anything with you. Oh yeah, and M’Baku wants nothing to do with you either.” Both of them moved past her, to finish their shopping.

“Then why can’t he stay away? He still loves all of this,” Gesturing towards herself before walking away, Melanie waved goodbye. “and not a peanut shaped hoe like you.”

“Then why are his parents at our house for a Parents Day barbecue? Know your place.” Nefe waved back in a mocking tone, watching her storm off.

“Of all the Walmart’s in town, you’d think she’d have the common sense.” Nattie, scoffed heading to the car.

“Common sense isn’t common for her.” Even Nefe knew herself, that she couldn’t get M’Baku to leave Melanie alone. Sure enough it bothered her more than before.

The rest of the day was filled with laughs, love, music and food. Bonding with family was all Nefe and Nattie needed. M’Baku enjoyed the stories he heard of Nefe when she was little. His parents were there as well to embark on the festivities. The stories they shared of him when he was little, were even cuter. Nattie shared some memories of her own, mainly what it was like to have Nefe as a sister growing up.

Omari and Zola, M’Baku’s parents, are work colleagues of Julian in the medical field. They handle business over in their home country of Wakanda, but have a few businesses in the states. They formed a bond with Julian and Regina when, Omari first came to work for the local hospital. The bond stuck for the last few years.

“Regina, darling whatever you put in this gumbo it is good. Girl, you have to give me the recipe.” Zola was enamored by the dish.

“I shall. If you give me the recipe to this chicken dish from Wakanda. I need to go visit some time.” The chuckle that left the women’s lips, put a smile on both their husbands faces.

“All the food is amazing. Thank you for inviting us over, Mrs. Johnson.” M’Baku said politely, glancing over at Nefe a bit before diving into the peach cobbler that she made.

“Oh dear, you can call me Regina. We’re all family here.”

The atmosphere was warm and inviting. Just what was needed to ease the stress levels.

“Alright. Mrs. Regina.” A smile etched on his face remained there till he turned to his best friend.

“Nefe, this cobbler is bomb.” M’Baku muses in happiness and smiles at her, causing her to feel her face heat up.

Daniel, Nefe and Nattie’s older brother, glanced over at M’Baku like the over protective brother he is. Knowing damn well, he’s twice his size but won’t back down from protecting his siblings.

What was he looking at exactly? The sun dress Nefe wore clung to her like a second skin. The elegant golden yellow two piece dress, made her milk chocolate skin glow. She looked ravishing, he couldn’t look away. He did however, think about how she’d look in Jabari furs that would accentuate her curves.

“Thanks, it’s my grandmama's recipe. All the women in the family have it.”

Nattie knew exactly what was going on between them. She saw Daniel get defensive, which prompted her to kick his knee under the table.

“Ow!” He mumbled while rubbing his knee and glared at her, earning a smirk from the braided goddess.

“Well she passed it down to the right person.” Sending a subtle wink her direction, M’Baku joined her in the kitchen to help clean up. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his advances.

“Listen, imma need these two to stop flirting around us.”

“Daniel. Come on now, they’re best friends. That are blinded by said friendship, to see that they need each other more than ever.”

Diana spoke up and caused everyone at the table, to laugh. She wasn’t lying though. The chemistry was insane between the two. Upon coming back from the kitchen, Nefe eyes everyone suspiciously.

“What’s going on? Talking about us behind our back?”

“Maybe. What’s it to ya?”

Stephanie stuck her tongue out and felt Nefe ruffle her hair.

“You two flirting aimlessly. It’s cute really, because M’Baku hasn’t brought a woman home in years.” Omari, his father, spoke highly of his only son often when he and Julian get together.

“We weren’t flirting Steph. We were just talking is all.”

Nefe shrugged then looked at M’Baku, who nodded in agreement.

“Besides. She has Sean and I am kinda with Melanie.”

The tone is his voice when he said Sean’s name, struck something in both Nattie and Nefe. Yet the rest of the family just laughed. He went on with a smile and just didn’t say anything.

The rest of the night continued on without a hitch. But that little moment stayed in the back of Nefe’s head.

“I hope he’s ok. He seemed on edge a bit.” She pondered outloud as she applied her nightly face mask. Alongside her was Nattie.

“Me too. I just wish he’d talk to us more on his relationship with Melanie. He knows he’s too good for her.”

“That’s not what i'm talking about Nat. I’m referring to how he said Sean’s name. You saw his face didn't you? It looked like he wanted to kill him.”

“Uh, well I’m sure it’s nothing.” Nattie a voice went up a few octaves. Nefe knew exactly what that meant.

“Natasha Reign James, if you don’t tell me right now-“

“Ok! Ok! He overheard Sean at football practice, talking about getting with you during the summer. So he talked to me about it, I’m sorry!”

Nefe’s blood ran cold, with the news she recieved. Her breathing was cut short a tad, but she regained herself.

“Why hasn’t he killed him yet?” She wanted to know why.

“He’s waiting for you to talk to him about it. Not my place. You have to tell him Nefe, now that you know how he feels about him.”

She didn’t want to lose her best friend over some dude that he didn’t like. She had to tell him, but then again she had a thought.

“If he won’t tell me why he’s still fucking around with Melanie, then I’m not telling him why I’m messing with Sean.”

“You two are childish. Childish grown ass adults. I knew I should’ve went with T’Challa to see his mother and Shuri.” Nattie grabbed her stuff and headed to bed along with Nefe, to ease her pain. They did have to leave in the morning anyway to go go back to campus.

Later that night, M’Baku headed home with his parents and the drive to their townhouse was anything but ordinary.

”M’Baku, my darling son. You know how we feel about that Melanie girl.” Zola his mother, ever the elegant woman, spoke gently as they sights of the city sped past them.

“She’s not good enough for you and it shows in her actions. You and Nefertiti should have a go at it. She’s poised; elegant, carries herself well. All the great qualities of a future Jabari Queen.”

His father never spoke about any of the girls he brought home like he did about Nefe. It didn’t shock him that he mentioned Nefe. They always talked about her, they loved her dearly. Even her family as well.

“I know baba. I know. It’s just I’m having fun at my age and I’d rather not think about my responsibilities as future king of the Jabari right now. I’m trying to get away from Melanie to focus on myself, but the day I heard about Sean enraged me.” If anything, Nefe felt more than a friend to him. Yet he never told her that. Probably won’t now that Sean is in the picture.

He wasn’t called Great Gorilla for nothing amounts the his frat brothers. His chest heaved up and down in anger; his nostrils flared with aggravation and a flight growl burrowed within his throat. That all stopped once his mother spoke once more.

“Is he competition to you, my child?” The tone in Zola’s voice meant that she was in queen mode.

Upon heading inside the home, M’Baku decided to stay the night and think about what his next plan was.

“To be honest, no. He competition in the slightest.” The arrogant look on his face made his parents proud. They raised a warrior to take on his challenges.

“Then you know what you just do, my son. You haven’t told her yet right?”

“No baba, I have not. I think I’ll wait to the right moment to do so.”

“Good. This American needs to be taught about the element of surprise then.” Omari nodded and headed to bed with his wife to let their son think his plans over.

“And a surprise it shall be.” M’Baku mumbled to himself as he rested in the guest room, sighing deeply into his thoughts as he drifted to sleep.

He had a strategy to make. He is the prince of Jabari Land after all, and needed a queen upon his coronation within 2 years. Maybe his parents were right, it was time he needed to think about his future and what was best fit his coming country. He just has to get rid of some dead weight to do so.

#mbaku x oc #wives of mbaku #mbaku x nefertiti adisa #mbaku au fic #winston duke #Amara La Negra #brown sugah baby #tchalla x oc #erik x nakia #black panther #black panther fanfiction #okoye x daniel #wives of tchalla #tchalla x reader #wives of erik killmonger #nattie x tchalla #mbaku #m’baku #m’baku x nefertiti

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Songbook: Erik: Love on the Brain

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“Yo E!” His friend yelled across the parking lot. “You coming in or what? You out here eye beating hoes and shit.”

Erik’s eyes widened as he mentally killed his cousin and did a light trot across the parking lot. “My nigga, damn. You loud as fuck. I was trying to get this chick number and you yelling that shit.” He pushes him playfully adjusting his hat. “Aight, this party better be worth the damn hour drive out. You ain’t got no friends in Oakland.”

“Man, you gone complain the whole damn time or what?”

Erik rolls his eyes and adjusting his hat. He had a tendency of owning any party he went into so this was no different. Erik heads to the bar noticing the abundance beautiful women and the way that they out numbered the men two to one. “Hen.” He said to the bartender. He leans against the counter barely noticing the woman next him. But she notices him, her eyes wide and her smile wide.

“Hey.” Malaysia says leaning in from to f him. She knew him well. She knew that he was intelligent no matter how hard he tried to front in front of some of his friends. She knew that he was a former soldier and was highly ranked. So not only was he desired by every woman in Oakland currently but also the FBI, CIA and other agencies, he was a damn good soldier.

Erik nods his head at her. “Wassup ma?”

“Nothing. You enjoying the party?”

“I mean it’s aight.” He smiles at her. “You?”

“Something like that, it looks like you brought the party with you wo be honest.” Malaysia blushes and all the heat drains to her face. It’s gotten hotter. The room more packed and if it had not been for the blaring speakers of the event she was certain that everyone there could hear her heart. “Are you from here?” She knew the answer. Yes, born and raised by auntie after his dad was tragically killed.

“Yeah, been here forever. What about you?”

“I actually am from Compton.” She beamed.

“That’s what’s-,” Erik waves forward from being pushed from behind. His temper was quick as always. He spins around quickly noticing the culprit. He was prepared to snap but first he would have to pick his mouth up from the ground.

“Sorry.” Asa smirked looking him up and down. “You look like you might survive though.”

“Yeah, you think?” He places his glass down on the counter. “So what’s the move tonight?”

“I don’t give my name out to strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger.”

“I don’t know you, so you strange nigga.” Asa turns her head to the bartender. “Jack and Coke.” It’s intriguing how this handsome man is just intrigued with her as if no one else in the room. “So, stranger… you buying this drink?”

“I don’t buy strange women shit.” He chides at her, but slides his card over to the bartender. “but for goddesses I might.”

“you corny as fuck.” She laughs but her eyes bat rapidly as she glances him over once more. “Dance?”

“Hell yeah.” Erik says following her out to the floor.

Malaysia watches. It had taken weeks for her to gain the confidence to say something to him, months to even be in the same room and now this. She knocks back the vodka and exhales. It didn’t matter calm down. Her fist slams on the counter and the glasses shake all down the counter. The bartender raises a weary eye to her and a small warning. Fuck it. She leaves the bar standing against the wall watching them. He sees no one else. It was clear that he wasn’t interested in her. The conversation was dry, but this bitch was nothing special. She was nothing better than her.

Her nails rap against the wall the longer they danced. Bodies gyrating on one another with beat of each song. His hands wondering to her waist and then her thick thighs and hips. Erik hadn’t stopped smiling since they seen each other. Where was the fucking smile for her. Malaysia clicks open her phone. The background is him. She’d followed him to Long Beach and watched as he dove in the ocean with his friends and some random hoe he’d found. It was normal for him to get a random hoe. This time should be no different, but Malaysia seen it. He’d known her for a few seconds and was hooked on her like he was an addict.

Minutes of dancing turn into hours and the crowd starts to thin out, along with the energy Erik had for dancing. “You wanna leave?” She whispers leaning into his chest.

“you need a ride home.”

“I wanna ride aight.” There were no more words needed as Erik reached into his pocket gripping his keys and playfully ran out of the club with her by his side. The range rover was the only car he drove while out. It was his baby. He opens the door for her watching her climb in the backseat and he goes in after her.

Malaysia stands shaking her head across the street. She watched as the woman let the seat back. Their shadows bouncing and the car shaking. All this prep to not even talk to him. She wipes her face watching the tears fall to the ground at her feet. Fuck him. Fuck her.

Erik lifts her waist up and slams back into her loving how she met him at each stroke. This woman was amazing. This woman was what he always wanted, real. Her hips wind on him over and over until the small shakes in her turn into larger ones and her toes curl. He thrusts back into her a few times unable to fuck her up like he wanted to with his knees in the passenger seat. She squeezes him with her walls and he lifts her spurting his seed on his shirt. “Damn it.” He groans watching her as she sits across form him. “Now, can I have your name?”

“You still a stranger.” She kisses him on his lips. “Nice try though.”

“We just fucked.”

“That don’t mean shit…” She laughs. “I can get a nut from anywhere. But if we meet again… I promise you’ll know my name, handsome.” She opens the car door hopping out. “You’ll find me. I’m sure.”

“That’s petty as fuck.” He yells still smiling.

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“Asa, you petty.” He watches her scrape his eggs in Kojack’s dog bowl and walk to the sink. “When I say breakfast at 9, damn it I need you here at nine. Now, we are late for the wedding coordinator’s meeting. You told me that I could get her and by damn I am getting her. You are coming, right?” “No, I told you me and T got plans. You and Nakia are going.” Erik takes a piece of bacon from her plate. “Them eggs looked weird anyway. Kojack gone get sick.” He kisses her cheek. “M’Baku went somewhere and he said he would be back, so don’t be shocked when he rolling back up in the house.”

“I won’t be here, or did you not hear me?” She smiles. “What colors do you like since you aren’t going?”

“I hate that pink shit or the yellow. Anything else, I am down for whatever you want.”

“Perfect.”

***

M’Baku didn’t want to meet Malaysia, but he was curious as to what she had to say, to say the least. They sat at the back of restaurant across from one another. There was something about her that seemed odd. He sipped water and sighed. “So, what’s the big plan?”

“Erik and Asa are not meant for each other.” She blurts out and then calms herself back down. “he loves me.” She breathes. “But I can’t even get him to see it because he is blinded by her. If she is removed from the picture we can be good. We can go back to how it used to be.”

“You dated him before?” M’Baku said confused.

“It’s not important.” Malaysia says giving him a smile. “But she has to go. It’s literally the only way that either one of us will be happy.”

“I think she’s happy where she is Malaysia. I don’t think she will ever chose me. And I wouldn’t expect her to.” M’Baku watches her brush her fingers through her hair. “they are engaged.”

“I know a 5ct Square diamond, set in a platinum band. He spent over five thousand dollars on her to propose in a fucking broom closet. Do you see what I am saying? They are horrible together. He didn’t even feel the need to make it elaborate.”

“Erik is not elaborate unless he’s plotting to kill you.” M’Baku nearly chuckles. He had never truly been a fan of Erik, but he hadn’t seen a reason for him to hate him. If T’Challa loved him perhaps he could learn to at least tolerate him, no matter what happened between him and Asa.

“You’re justifying his bleakness for her.” Malaysia pauses. “Are you in or not?”

“No.” He answers. “But I think you should move on… trust me this guy is not worth it.” He places his money down on the table. “Someone better will come along sweetie. I swear it.”

“He loves me.” She blurted out as he made his way out of the restaurant. “I’m sure of it.”

M’Baku reaches for his phone calling T’Challa. “King.”

“M’Baku.”

“I think there is some danger to the Duke.” He says. “I need to borrow Ayo.” He whispers.

***

T’Challa was not fond of the traffic but it at least gave him time to talk. M’Baku sat across from him. “can you tell me everything about her?”

“the night Erik proposed she approached me and said she knew a way to make them both ours. I was saddened to see her officially off the market… but in no way…”

“No need to explain your loyalties M’Baku.” T’Challa half laughed adjusting his necklaces. “What is off about her?”

“The way she speaks of him.”

“Shuri, search Malaysia Barton, medical history.” He said into his Kimoyo bead. He taps it and the report along with the image of her comes up.

“Malaysia Barton, Twenty-Five and has psychosis, a psychiatric illness associated with schizophrenia. She displaces reality, makes her own. She has been hospitalized for brief periods and is on several medications. Caused bodily harm to a few women.” She strolls through her file. “Why are you asking brother?”

“No reason Shuri, thank you.” He exits out and clears his throat. “We have her address, I am sure she would notice you, but Okoye and Ayo will accompany me. Stay in the car.”

Her apartment hasn’t been touched, everything is cleaned and orderly. T’Challa and Okoye open the bedroom door and their mouths drop. There are pictures plastered on every wall of Erik and his name written in Black ink on the mirror.

Okoye shakes her head. “the duke is in danger for certain.”

“Yes, now telling him that will be the challenge.” T’Challa snaps pictures. “Be sure not to move anything. We don’t need her knowing we know. I’ll talk to Erik myself.”

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letaliabane · 6 years

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Own My Heart - 3

PAIRING: T’challa x Reader ft Black Panther Characters

GENRE: ULTRA Angst in this one!

REQUEST: T'challa fic where he’s bringing the reader to see wakanda for the first time ever and she’s worried that his family and advisors and the general public won’t accept her bc she’s an outsider (is non poc okay?)

A/N: This was a bit shorter than the other chapters but it hits right to the feels. I’m so sorry for not updating faster! I’ve had a busy few days, I went to both Bruno Mars and Ed Sheeran concerts and they were amazing, but that meant I literally had no time at home because I was in for an hour and then out again. But anyway hope you enjoy this chapter! Please don’t hate me too much for this.

After the encounter I had had with M’baku, I was worried about the amount of guests that really were against the relationship T’challa had with me. I couldn’t help but look around in fright, but at the same time, I tried to stay calm.

Perhaps the great Jabbari leader had been exaggerating? But with the reaction to Erik’s taking of the throne, I couldn’t help but wonder if my position was compromised, having already seen how the Wakandan people hated outsiders.

Even as I made my way through the ballroom, many smiled towards me, however many indeed gave me looks of disgust, and though I had entered the room with a heart full of confidence, it began to wither away as the hours went by. At least the villagers and leaders were enjoying themselves.

However my doubtful thoughts flew away as I smiled at the sight of Shuri who stood on the sidelines, happy to see another familiar face.

She too turned to me with a large smile, ‘Thank god your here, I was bored half my brain out. Seriously could be doing something more productive in the lab that meet all these people.’

I chuckled, looking towards the crowd of people, before spotting T’challa, but he wasn’t with others, alone with Nakia, speaking quietly to one another. ‘Shuri?’ She turned to me as she sipped her drink, ‘Who is Nakia to T’challa? They seem pretty close.’

Shuri paused at the question, her body language being rigid, ‘Well ... we grew up with her as she is the leader of the River Tribe’s daughter. She went to school with us and so forth. We almost did everything together. And eventually they-they entered a relationship.’

‘Oh.’ I said in pure shock. I could see that they were close but I never thought that they had dated, ‘Could you tell me what they're relationship was like with her?’

‘Well they got along very well. He respected her a lot as she was a spy for Wakanda and put her life on the line many times, and she respected him. They loved each other very much and the people actually thought that he would propose to her! But he didn’t, instead, they broke it off a couple of years ago.’

‘I’m guessing they both were loved by the people of Wakanda. I’m not so sure if I’ll get the same reaction from them.’ She turned to me at this, her eyebrows furrowed, ‘What do you mean?’

‘Well I’m an outsider Shuri ... And I just-From what I’ve seen so far in this room, it seems that not many people are very happy with the fact that your brother is in a relationship with a foreigner-’

‘Okay who opened their dirty mouths? Do I need to teach someone a good lesson? My gauntlets aren’t that far from here!’ I chuckled at this, shaking my head, ‘No Shuri, it’s okay, really. I’m just blabbing now, stupid me.’

‘It’s okay to feel nervous Y/N. Really it is,’ She said, turning to me fully, ‘You know, our family weren’t really sure that T’challa would ever actually marry or have kids, considering his age, and when my Mama warned me that I may take the crown and become Queen, I was terrified! As Queen, like a King, there is so many eyes pointed at you that it gets scary at times. But as long as you are surrounded by those that you love, it’s going to be okay. Just know that since you took the weight off of my shoulders, I’ll be right here with you.’

I smiled at her at this, squeezing her hand gently, ‘Thank you Shuri. Really.’

‘No problem at all, I’m going to get a refill, do you want anything?’ I shook my head, shooing her away as she just gave me a wink before sidelining everyone so she could reach the bar that was on the other side of the ballroom.

I turned to look at T’challa who was now surrounded by others, so with a deep breath and a smile on my face, I made my way over. Okoye noticed me first her expression falling at the sight of me which stopped me in my tracks, as the words from the man before T’challa resonated with me.

‘... She will be a disgrace Wakanda sitting on the throne beside you! A foreigner T’challa! What were you thinking!’

‘What I was thinking was none of your concern-’

‘Well it should’ve been!’ The man seethed, many of his company nodding and muttering under their breaths to each other, ‘The reputation of not only your people, but your family is at stake and your happy to just throw that all away for some ihenyukazi!’

Many of those who were listening in to the man’s rant gasped loudly, even the eye’s of Okoye widened in horror. ‘Uhambe kakhulu umzalwana, khula ngoku!’ A another man had hissed to the one who had just spoken.

And though I couldn’t understand any of what was being spoken, I knew that was the man had not addressed me in any kind manner.

The man just smirked, stepping towards T’challa, shaking his head, ‘You should’ve married Nakia when you had the chance, instead of embarrassing yourself here tonight with the outsider-’

My heart dropped at this. I didn’t stick around to hear the rest. I pushed through the crowd hurriedly, keeping my head down as Shuri called after me from somewhere amongst the people as I left through the double doors of the ballroom.

‘How dare you talk about sister Y/N in that way!’ Okoye said through gritted teeth as she stared W’kabi down, only to stop as the King raised his hand to silence her anger.

T’challa stared at his old friend in shock, moving towards him slowly, ‘What did you just say?’

‘You heard me, you will lose all respect from your people for loving such a ihenyukazi! A bugqwirha-’ The man silenced himself when T’challa gripped his arm tightly, the group freezing in their actions at the very scene before them.

‘If you let the next words leave your mouth, I promise you that you will not make it out of this palace, instead you will be thrown into a prison cell, and in fact you should consider that a kindness.’

W’kabi stared down T’challa, but the King could see the fear in his eyes.

‘Now if I hear you talking about my Queen in such a way ever again, you will meet an even greater punishment from me. Or you could face your old companion? You can choose if the time ever comes.’

The fear was more evident than ever as W’kabi looked towards Okoye who smirked, taking a step forward to stand beside the King. T’challa finally pulled away, only to face his sister who’s features were painted in grief.

‘What is it Shuri?’

‘It’s Y/N. She just left the ballroom in tears and I’m not sure as of why!’ T’challa turned just in time to see the doors shutting, Okoye at his side as she spoke, ‘Majesty I think she may of heard what W’kabi had said.’

‘T’challa she’ll be okay-’

He ignored Nakia’s words, making his way through the crowd, ignoring the bows of those who surrounded him, making his way out, Okoye sending Nakia a glare before following the King out through the grand doors of the ballroom.

I stood in a corridor a few feet from the ballroom, calming my breathing as I wiped the tears away from my face. I couldn’t believe that so many people were against T’challa’s relationship with me, if I had known I wouldn’t have allowed it to continue for so long. Perhaps they were right, T’challa possibly could belong to Nakia-

‘Y/N?’

I turned at the calling of my name to find T’challa making his way over to me. Before I could make a sound, I found myself being dragged into an empty room, shutting the door firmly behind us. Without even a word spoken to me, he embraced me, holding me close to him.

I was frozen, unable to even lift my arms and return the same warmth he gave me. At this T’challa pulled away, wiping the stray tears from my face gently, his face filled with worry. ‘Are you okay my love?’

‘No-No I’m not,’ I say shakily, trying to breath accordingly, ‘I just-I thought I could do this! With you by my side I knew I could do anything! But I just couldn’t!’

I pulled away from him, the anger now rising within me as his face contorted in confusion. ‘T’challa you left me all on my own tonight! You said that you would be there but you weren't!’

‘I was meeting other diplomats-’

I scoffed. ‘No! You were off with Nakia tucked in a corner talking about God knows what!’

‘Y/N Nakia is just a friend of mine-’

‘She’s your ex-girlfriend T’challa!’ His eyes widened at this as I just nodded with a deep frown, ‘Yeah, I know! Shuri told me! At least someone is telling me the truth around here!’

‘I was going to tell you-’

‘When T’challa?!’ I exasperated, ‘We’ve been together for more than three years and somehow you just forgot to mention her to me?’

‘Your not always truthful with me! Why are you trying to make me the bad guy!’ He cries, staring me down now, his anger also bubbling within him. It wasn’t like the night had gone his way either.

‘What is that supposed to mean? That is utter bullshit and you know it! I open myself up to you all the time but you never knew.’

A silence fell over us as we grew further and further apart. I knew that the build up of tension between us over the years had accumulated and right now we were taking the opportunity to take it out on each other.

The long distance stuff was hard, as all couples struggled with it, but we suffered with it on another level, T’challa being King and all. However, it wasn’t just about that, ever since his father died, he had closed himself off continuously, whether it was to remain strong as a King or for the good of his own pride, I had no idea.

‘You know maybe you should just go back to the party ...’ I said under my breath, my back now turned to him. I heard him stutter. ‘W-What?’

I just chuckled darkly. I had had enough of this night, ‘T’challa, at first I thought this would go okay. People were discussing things with me, actually talking to me about different issues. I knew I had to make you proud, so even when I got the ugly looks and the glares and the comments in your language that I couldn’t even understand, I still kept a brave face on. But you know what really bugged me the most. It was seeing you alone with Nakia for most of the night-’

‘Y/N I already told you! Yes she’s my ex, but she’s my friend as well-’

‘T’challa!’ He froze when he heard the desperation in my voice, unable to stop watching me as I shook my head, ‘I am your girlfriend! I needed you tonight-Tonight was about us! That was what this was about! You WANTED this! But then-then you were with her ...’

I couldn’t help but choke at the words that caught at my throat, feeling disgust just looking at him. ‘Maybe that man in the ballroom was right! Maybe I really am disappoint a disappointment to you.’

‘Why would you think that Y/N?!’

The way his voice was still calm as ever began to put me on edge, and when I span around to face him, his eyes widened at the resentment present on my face, ‘Why would I think that?! Why would I think that T’challa?! Because it feels like this is one-sided! I am trying my hardest for you but you have so far done nothing to help me! All you have done is stand beside Nakia and walk around like she’s the one your dating! You know what? Go back to the party! To her! Why don’t you just go and marry her like everyone is telling you to-’

‘ENOUGH!’ I freeze at this as T’challa grabbed me, shaking me roughly as he spoke through gritted teeth, ‘Enough of this.’

There was an anger in his eyes that I had never ever seen before. Yes, we fought like every other couple, but this, this frightened me. My whimper was silent but prominent as his fingers tightened at my arms as I hung my head, avoiding his eyes as he shook once more.

However door was slammed open at this, and in the corner of my eye I saw Okoye, her eyes widening at the scene before her. A moment of silence passed before she actually spoke, ‘Beg Pardon my King, I thought some sort of trouble had occurred …’

At her words T’challa finally pulled away, taking a few steps away from me before pulling at his robes, straightening them as if he had dirtied them. ‘It is quite all right Okoye. Were finished.’

I looked up at him in horror as he gave me one last glance, one that was unreadable, ‘We will discuss this later.’

And with that he swiftly left the room, passing Okoye without a another word. It was if I hadn’t taken a breath the entire time, gasping as the pain hit me slowly, my whole body shaking as a result.

Okoye made her way over to my side, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder and her eyes filled with concern, ‘Are you all right sister Y/N?’

I shook my head, breathing heavily, ‘We-We just had a little argument. I-I’m so sorry, Okoye.’ She shook her head at this, taking my hands into hers, ‘It’s perfectly okay Y/N! You don’t need to apologise to me, just take deep breaths. Deep breaths now.’

I followed her as she demonstrated, allowing her to rub my arms gently before my breathing returned to a regular pattern. I sighed deeply, before looking up at her once more, squeezing her hand, ‘Thank you Okoye for that.’

‘As I said, it’s perfectly okay. Would you like me to escort you back to the gala?’

I shook my head at her words, my heart beat racing and embarrassment dawning on me, I couldn’t go back in there. ‘No, no it’s quite all right. You go and enjoy yourself. I think I will retire to my room for now.’

Okoye paused at this as she had been leading me out of the small, ‘Are you sure? I can walk you to your room and make sure your comfortable in your quarters-’

‘N-No! It’s all right, I can find my way back. I’ll see you in the morning.’ I drew a weak smile, squeezing her hand once more before making my way down the corridor.

And only when I reached the very end of the hallway, I let out my whimpers, my cries echoing across the marble, Okoye turning back at the very sound, before she made her way back to the ballroom.

I took a deep breath as I leant against the marble podium. Maybe it really was the end. With one last sigh, I made my way back to my room, the clicking of my heels the only vacant noise that seemed to register in my mind.

ihenyukazi: Prostitute/Slut

Uhambe kakhulu umzalwana, khula ngoku!: You have gone too far brother, silence yourself now!

bugqwirha: Witch

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taaroko · 6 years

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Post-IW MCU Rewatch: Black Panther

Time for an Afrofuturistic paradise!

Ohhhh, the meteor hit before humans came along. That makes so much more sense. Here I was misremembering that it landed in the backyards of these five tribes, and I was really confused that a meteor with a seemingly infinite supply of vibranium didn’t destroy everything for hundreds of miles. This makes much more sense.

The black sand hologram things are so much cooler than regular floating image holograms.

Hahahaha, okay, T’Challa freezing is adorable.

There are some great sibling and mom moments in this movie. Ramonda only had to see T’Challa’s face to know Shuri was flipping him off behind her back. Bahaha.

They did an amazing job on Wakanda. It’s Incredible to look at. From the city to the landscapes to the waterfall to the traditions of the different tribes. This whole movie has such an incredible atmosphere to it. This is the level of personality and culture I wish they’d given Asgard.

So I’ve seen critiques that question the wisdom of having a ritual combat to determine rule in such an advanced country. I think those critiques are missing the point. Wakanda’s flaw, aside from having a policy of isolationism at all costs, is clinging too hard to ceremony and tradition. It’s probably been many generations since they actually viewed the ritual combat as more than a token of respect to past tradition, but they didn’t actually delegitimize it in law, which is how Killmonger is able to take advantage of the situation.

The ancestral plane is beautiful.

“It’s hard for a good man to be king.” I desperately need Thor and T’Challa to interact. Have drinks and talk about the struggles of being king and having fathers who hid horrible truths.

So will T’Challa marry Nakia now that he’s come to agree with her politics?

Wakabi is kind of unreasonable. To turn on T’Challa for failing to bring Klaue back on his first attempt? Come on. T’Chaka failed to retrieve him for three decades, and you expect T’Challa to do it in one day? You are a bad friend.

Please let Peter and Shuri interact! They both love memes and “old” movies!

The whole suit fitting into the necklace strains credulity a bit. As does Tony’s bleeding edge armor. But I guess conservation of mass went out the window when Steve easy-baked from a sickly 90-pound kid to a 240-pound muscle-bound hunk, so it’s a bit late to start complaining.

*innocently* “For research purposes.”

Tolkien white guys!

Heck yes Okoye fight scene! Check out this gorgeous one-er!

Ohhhh it’s a vibranium car. So it breaks apart differently than a normal car would. I can accept the way Okoye and Nakia survive that crash better now. That was an important detail.

I, having two brothers, have never called either of them “Brother” to their faces in my life, nor have I ever heard anyone do this in real life, and yet I love when siblings do this in fiction. Brodinsons and royal house of Wakanda, please never change.

Klaue is so obnoxious.

Oh wow, I never noticed that they stuck those comms devices behind their ears.

Killmonger’s armor with the chestplate thing looks like some of the armor in Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Awesome.

I keep imagining an AU in which Asgard and Wakanda do regular trade and have embassies. Wakanda has vibranium and millennia of experience working with it, Asgard has magic and other types of advancements. It’d be an amazing alliance, and they could’ve had it for centuries without telling anyone else on Earth.

Seriously Wakabi, you’re being a jerk.

So basically, Killmonger is Hamlet. More on that later, but he just killed Ophelia. Also, the reveal that he’s the main villain, not Klaue, is the midpoint/turning point of this movie. It’s getting to the point where I don’t have to check the progress to recognize these moments. The MCU gets criticism for being formulaic, but if the formula is simply following the 3-act structure, it still leaves plenty of room for variety, so I fail to see the problem.

N’Jobu is a scary extremist. Nakia is the one with the right philosophy. But T’Chaka did not need to use lethal force. He had super strength and a vibranium suit. He could’ve subdued his brother and brought him in. Instead, he killed him and left his nephew to find the body. T’Chaka is a lot like Odin. I do think both became better men than they were in the early days of thei rrule, but they did nothing to correct some of their biggest mistakes. Instead, they buried them. How exactly did they expect their sons to do better jobs ruling without all the facts?

I really like that Killmonger and T’Challa both held their father’s bodies the same way and cried over them. Super important parallelism.

Hmm, vibranium is vulnerable to sonic weaponry. That’s really good to know. This stuff is a bit too versatile and powerful; it needs a weakness.

It’s super weird that Killmonger’s (American) name is Eric Stephens. There was an Eric Stephens in my grad program, and he sat in the cubicle next to me.

There’s some interesting stuff about group identity in this movie. Tribe identity (the five tribes in Wakanda), national identity, racial identity, and humanity at large. Nakia wants to help humanity at large. The Jabari are the most tribal. The other four tribes are about their identity as Wakandans over their tribes. N’Jakada, who grew up in the US, surrounded by gang violence and police brutality, with a father who wanted to militarize the entire African Diaspora and was killed for that, effectively making him a martyr and proving him right in the eyes of his son, is about racial identity to a fascist degree. N’Jakada has legitimate concerns, and his backstory is tragic and unjust, but his solutions are evil. Getting what he wants (assuming enough people outside Wakanda, where loyalty to the throne is somewhat mandated, would even go along with his world conquest plan) would come at the expense of the soul of the people he claims he’s fighting for.

The upside-down shot of N’Jakada taking the throne is chilling and excellent.

Conquerors or conquered are not the only two options here, Wakabi. But that attitude is self-fulfilling prophecy.

M’Baku is awesome.

T’Challa’s second trip to the ancestral plane is when he really figures out what his priorities are and what he’s fighting for. He realizes what he wants Wakanda to be under his rule. He’s been fairly passive and lacking in his own ideology up until now. Now his heart is really in it. He’s become the Black Panther and a king, so now he just has to fight to reclaim those actual titles from a mad warlord.

“All that challenge shit is over. I’m the king now.” Yeah, N’Jakada has no respect for their traditions, he only exploited them.

“Your heart is so full of hatred! You are not fit to be a king!” Yesss! Choose what Wakanda stands for, don’t just hand your loyalty to a man who doesn’t deserve it. It’s pretty notable, though, that Okoye only withdraws loyalty to N’Jakada when she sees that T’Challa is alive. Because the challenge is ongoing, she is free to choose the king she wants. She never broke her oath.

Heck yeah, warrior princess!

Oh hey, her gauntlets totally do the same thing to N’Jakada’s suit that the rails on the trains do.

Aaaah the truth comes out. “You want to see us become just like the people you hate so much. You will destroy the world, Wakanda included.” “The world took everything away from me! I’m gonna make sure we’re even!” N’Jakada pretty much just admitted he’s the villain.

And the Jabari claim their identity as Wakandans. Woohoo!

Hehe, the rhino loves his mama.

The civil war in Wakanda is what the Asgard storyline in Ragnarok was missing. Hela just slaughtering everyone and generally being ludicrously OP is not interesting, but if a significant portion of the people had sided with her and there was a battle for the soul of Asgard? That would’ve been amazing, and I wouldn’t have just been impatient to get back to trash planet shenanigans.

It’s a shame N’Jakada dies. He’s a Loki caliber villain, and they could’ve given him a redemption arc or something.

Okay, weirdly, one of the details I like the most about the capital of Wakanda is that the ground doesn’t appear to be paved anywhere.

So if Bucky is White Wolf, does that mean he’s going to be in future Black Panther movies? Yes please?

Black Panther is very good, but I don’t think it makes it into my top five MCU movies. T’Challa needs more development. He’s too passive for too much of the movie. Shuri and Okoye are much more interesting characters and have much more personality than him, and the same goes for M’Baku and N’Jakada. Hopefully they’ll do more with T’Challa in future installments. A big part of what makes the Marvel movies so great in general is their compelling leads, but this movie didn’t make me as invested in T’Challa as a person as it made me invested in his country and the people around him. I want to be as invested in T’Challa as I am in characters like Thor, Peter Parker, Tony, Steve, the Guardians, Scott, and Stephen, characters like Frank, Matt, Luke, and Jessica. I think what would have gone a long way towards solving this problem would have been if he’d actually been a staunch defender of the traditional isolationist view, only to learn over the course of the movie that Nakia is right. Isolationism breeds xenophobia and over-inflates national pride, creating people like N’Jakada. Much better to embrace other countries and cultures and help each other grow. As it is, it seems like T’Challa goes along with the isolationist thing because that’s how they’ve always done it, but he doesn’t seem remotely passionate about it, and that’s to the detriment of his character.

Now, the Hamlet thing. It occurred to me the first time I saw this in theaters that N’Jakada is essentially Hamlet. His father was killed by his uncle, who is on the throne, and his quest for vengeance gets everyone around him including his lover and friends killed, and ultimately he dies too. Then a benevolent king takes the throne, having learned from this conflict.

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 6 years

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Black Panther Thoughts/Rant

I’m just going to get this out of the way first: GO SEE BLACK PANTHER!!!

I highly suggested avoiding reviews and just go see it yourself as blindly as possible. I had no idea what the actual plot was before I saw it and I am grateful.

Star Rating: 4/5

And now my thoughts and spoilers in no particular order...

Honestly one of the best stand alone movies the MCU has produced.

You don’t have to have seen Civil War or any of the other movies to know what is going on. It’s a very entertaining and engaging contained story.

T’Challa is a dork and I love him.

He loves his baby sister, freezes in front of his crush, and gets roasted by EVERYONE

Stories about people growing into their roles as leaders is my jam and this movie delivers on that front.

This is a movie taking a very strong stance for globalization and the importance of opening our boarders to help one another as opposed to closing ourselves of to “protect our own”.

BUT we see the other side and understand why Wakanda is so reluctant to join the rest of the world.

It also doesn’t shy away from the oppression suffered by black people all around the world, while at the same time condemning violent action against that system.

This is a pretty dense movie in terms of theming and I’ll probably need more time to properly sort it all out.

On that note there are some problems with the pacing at times.

This movie is doing a LOT of stuff and the fact there is a six hour cut of this movie out there in the universe does not surprise me in the slightest.

The beginning is a little rushed and it takes just a little too long to get to Killmonger.

Once Killmonger steps onto the scene and stays there, the movie really comes into it’s own.

Also, I’m going to be honest, Martin Freeman does not need to be in this movie.

I get it, outsider’s POV, but we were doing just fine without him for a good third of the movie. He doesn’t really add anything and is just there to get and give exposition dumps. I feel like there was a way to do it without him there.

The romantic subplots needed more development too

Nakia and T’Challa were fine. They’re both great characters but their romance didn’t really bring anything we haven’t seen.

Okoye and W’Kabi though were forced. They didn’t have any scenes between them showing them being a couple. We just hear Okoye call W’Kabi my love and that’s it. I needed a scene with them fighting side by side or some witty banter between the two of them. As it stands they could have been colleges or hell siblings and I would had felt the connection more.

BUT let’s get back to the good stuff which is literally EVERYTHING ELSE

Shuri is amazing and I love her and I will protect her even though she could invent thirty different things that could kick my ass.

She also destroys her brother at any given opportunity and it’s amazing.

I need her to meet Tony so badly so he can just stand there and be like “yeah she’s my daughter now, I’m adopting her“

Okoye is a stone cold bad ass and seeing her tear off the wig mid-fight gave me LIFE

I’d watch her origin story, starting with her training and moving her way through to ranks to general. I kind of need it you guys.

Can we also get a Nakia movie while we’re at it?

I want to know what Wakandan spies do.

I want to see that trouble she got into with the ivory traders.

Lupita Nyong’o is incredibly talented and we know for a solid fact she could carry a movie all on her own.

Also shout out to my man M’Baku.

I was not expecting to walk way loving this man since everyone was talking about Michael B. Jordan, but DAMN SON!

He brings some much needed levity to the proceedings and I really appreciate it.

He’s also an interesting character in his own right with his own motivations for joining or not joining the fight. I can’t wait to see him in Infinity Wars.

And, because we absolutely have to, Michael B. Jordan as Killmonger.

Guys, words cannot express how great this character is.

He is definitely one of the best villains the MCU has come up with and is certainly a contender to throw Loki off his seat, (that is if you decide to ignore the Netflix series).

The scene between him and his father in the ancestral realm is devastating and Jordan kills it. The way they keep switching it back and forth with him as a child and him as a man is beautiful and I could honestly watch that scene for hours.

He makes good points that make you questions Wakanda’s position considering the history of the world.

You understand his anger and frustration at the system when he knows there’s a place that could fix all that.

BUT he crosses the line and there has to be a compromise between his way and complete isolation.

His last words are also pitch perfect and I am really upset we’ll never get to see him again.

Overall this movie is extremely ambitious and for the most part it suceeded. There are some hiccups here and there, but nothing to derail the story. I was left completely satisfied and itching to see more of Wakanda and these characters.

Wakanda Forever

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All the Stars Pt. 2

A/N: I was hit with some inspiration and decided to make it a series. I plan to feature, M’Baku, T’Challa and Bucky for sure. The taglist for this is open. I’m gonna tag my regulars!

Warnings: Language and Smut.

Catch up here!

On two separate occasions there had been knocks on your door, both after midnight and both Erik. Normally, you’d been up on your feet answering it by the third knock, but there hadn’t been much in you for Erik here recently.

“I think this trip will prove beneficial for both Americans and Wakandans.” T’Challa is at your kitchen table scribbling down notes into his notebook. “Four students, each shadowing someone in Wakanda. Perhaps we could offer a scholarship program too?”

“Yes, all of that sounds amazing.” Being the Co-coordinator of The Wakanda outreach center had been your dream job even if they had created it for you. There was nothing more important than reconnecting African Americans with their African heritage. “We have to get sponsors.”

“I can work on that, you definitely have to come to Wakanda. I think you would find it appealing.”

“I want to!” T’Challa is quiet watching you maneuver around your kitchen to get a few dishes into the dishwasher. “I would like to see your palace. “

“I’d like to show it to you.” When T’Challa smiles your heart always takes a pause and you have to tell it to come back.

“What keeps you hidden Y/N, you’re like the crown jewel and no one even knows it?”

“I just like to work and be at home.”

“No man in your life?”

“No,” you blush. But he’s taken and very obviously so.

“I have someone I think you’ll like, reserves like yourself if you ever get to come to Wakanda. I’d like you to meet him.”

“Are you trying to hook me up with a blind date?”

“Yes, his name is M’Baku, he has a personality out this world, but he’s a good guy after you get past some things.”

This name was familiar to you. He’d challenged T’Challa for his crown and lost but they remained good friends always communicating. “Yes that sounds great.”

“Good So now you’ve got to come to Wakanda, I’ll put you down as a sponsor.” He writes down a few more notes.

The beating on your door surprises you both, knocking you out of the daydreaming trance. You skip over opening it quickly.

Erik stands before you dressed in light denim and a beige jacket. You wonder why he stands there with food when you haven’t talked to him in a few weeks. “Y/N, you gone let me in or gape at me?”

“What are you doing?”

“I mean stopping by to see you, are you busy?”

“Planning meeting with T’Challa.” You stare down at the groceries. “You can’t just show up here.”

“I won’t bother you two. And I tried to text and call you, but I was left on read and you didn’t answer your phone.”

You step closer to him so tchalla won’t here. “That’s because texting me at two in the morning asking can you come over is done for.” You press you slender finger into his chest feeling the notch atop his muscle.

“Had you answered me I would have stated a time.”

He adds sarcastically moving you out of the way. “What up cuz?”

“Nothing much, why you got all this food?”

“Meal prep with Y/N. She gone help me cook.” He volunteers you as tribute placing all of his food on your freshly cleaned counter and staring at you. “Y’all meeting done?”

“It is, I can call you with the rest.” He gives you a weary look and then a small smile sliding his notes in his folder. “See you soon.”

“Same, T’Challa safe travels to Wakanda.”

“Yeah tell auntie, what up.”

“I will.” He shakes his hand. “Will you be returning soon?”

“Probably.”

“See you then.”

He leaves and Erik moves around your kitchen as if he is not a guest. “How do you have no salt?”

“I use sea salt.”

“Seasoned salt?”

“Sea,” you correct him smirking and going through his bags. “Why are you really here?”

“Tryna figure out why you ain’t talking to me for real? I came by twice.”

“Both in the midnight hours.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Your dick was, you weren’t.”

“Can’t separate the two.” Erik shrugs his shoulder sliding out of his jacket revealing those bulky arms and more notches. He knows what he’s doing, cooking and looking amazing.

“I can.” He starts singing and dancing around the kitchen mixing up his seasoning for the quinoa and steak. “I don’t know what you want from me exactly. You don’t act like you want me, but then we fuck and it’s...” He skins over your body stopping at the little shorts you have on. “You wearing that for T’Challa.”

“I don’t know how many times I will tell you, but I don’t want him.”

“Could’ve fooled me?”

“Don’t come over here being jealous for no reason, Erik. You can do that at home.” He doesn’t make eye contact with you. It irritates you how he says nothing but you can read him like a book. “Erik.”

“I’m not jealous. And I wanted to cook with you.”

“Well, teach me something then.”

“I’m making steak strips and veggies for the dinner portion and quinoa. You like quinoa?”

“Hell no, I like rice.”

“You’ll like my quinoa I’m a damn beast in this kitchen, actually at everything that I do to be honest.”

And he wasn’t a liar. You stood with him cooking. He gave you sly touches and slick embraces that made you blush. But your will power needed to be strong this time. Looks aren’t everything.

“Add a lil water, it’s drying up.” He directed behind you. His hands planted on your hips. “I still don’t know what you want from me?”

“Some respect would be nice.”

“Meaning?”

“Don’t bring your black ass to my house pass eleven. If you ain’t here before then, just stay home.”

“But I want to see you after I go out.”

“You wanna fuck, don’t try to play me with them fuck not ass lines.” You squirm out of his embrace and face him. “Do you want me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you better fall in line. T’Challa might have a chance if you don’t.” Knowing that would get him angry you run playfully across the room.

“What you say woman?”

“I mean I technically am single, Killmonger.”

He’s over to your side of the room in three strides. “You know where you belong.” His lips are on yours slowly separating and his tongue slides in tangling with yours. “Or I need to remind you?” He throws you over his shoulder and heads to your bedroom. A small shade of embarrassment floods you as you remember you hadn’t cleaned it.

“Let’s not... its food cooking.”

He doesn’t listen opening your door revealing the mess of clothes on your bed and a mess of different wigs. He laughs a little. “Where you going wearing these?” He holds up the red lacy thong. “Gone and strip...” he tosses you playfully on the bed tugging on the shorts.

You kick the shorts off, slide the thin thong up your legs and toss off the shirt. You watch as Erik comes out of his shirt revealing that chest you’d missed, and the small v leading down into his pants. The anticipation is running all through your body as he crawls over to you in his primal like fashion. He grabs your legs pulling you towards him like you weight nothing. “I don’t like you ignoring me.”

“I don’t like you thinking you can play me,” you touch his nose playfully and he bites your finger dragging his teeth down it.

“I ain’t playing you, damn.” There is not one moment you think he isn’t playing you. He kisses you once more rubbing his hand up the side of your face and gripping a handful of your sew in. He pulls you flat against the bed spreading your legs and peppering kisses all down your chest. He stops at each mound of your breast taking your nipple between his teeth pinching, teasing and then licking in small circles. Your hands explore his body. You love the way he’s the only person with his physique. Your fingers dance over the small notches unbuckling his pants and reach in greedily. He’s already hard and you haven’t even started. Your hand wraps around his shaft stroking him a few times. The sounds he makes drive you wild and you want to turn him over and ride him until your legs fall off. But you calm yourself wanting to see him fall into pieces. You continue to stroke him tightening you grip and rubbing his tip feeling his perfume seeping.

He takes your hand from him and kicks his pants off. Erik places himself between your legs. He dips his tongue down into you and your hands immediately fall to the back of his head. Erik adds to fingers to the mix pumping them into you while he flicks his tongue over your clit. He sucks for a moment and then dips his tongue back into you. The feel of him devouring you takes you over the hills and a small orgasm floods through you.

He positions himself over you and pushes in completely. You throw your head back panting as he fucks you with a rhythm you’d never felt before. He goes deep and drags back out and then slams back into you. Every time his tip nudges your g spot and you feel the mist of sweat covering you as that impending orgasm starts. It’s too soon. You think breathing in deep breaths as he clasps your hands with his. He’d never done that before. Your fucking never got too clingy. He goes harder and faster and your pleasure filled sounds fill the air in chants of yes, and fuck yes.

“You feel yourself coming don’t you baby?” He picks your waist up meeting him with each thrust. “You gonna come for Daddy?”

That damn sentence jolts you over and you feel the writhe in your body as you come, falling apart and dragging his name out.

“Yeah that’s a good girl, nobody else can make you feel like this...” he slows his strokes allowing you to breathe and rolls you over on top of him. “Let me see you work.” He says slapping your ass.

You’re spent. Your legs are weak but it doesn’t mean you aren’t up for the challenge... you dismount him and slide down to his dick placing your lips on the tip. He cries out a melodic moan as your tongue circles him for a moment and then you take him all the way to the back of your throat and find your rhythm using your fingers to pump him. Erik’s moans are enough to make you want to climb back on him. But you feel him grow harder and his come coats that back of your throat. You suck him taking in every last salty drop.

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Rivals, Ratings, and Roses part 4

WARNING- SEXUAL THEMES IMPLIED, NOTHING GRAPHIC. EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS.

‘’I have not been sending you roses. I have no idea what you are talking about,’’ M’Baku tells you.

You’ve waited two weeks before confronting M’Baku. And, here you are, at breakfast right before your shift at work, and he’s saying that he hasn’t been leaving those adorable notes and beautiful roses for you.

Because your life just can’t make sense for a moment, can it?

First T’Challa wears those jeans and makes you have yet another daydream about making out with him- his lips are amazing to look at okay?- and now this with M’Baku.

What is up with the attractive men in your life giving you headaches?!

‘’How could it not be you? The day of the date, or either the day before, it literally said ‘I can’t wait to see you’. How could that not be you?’’

‘’Because I didn’t write it,’’ he deadpans, ‘’I am sorry to tell you this, but I am not your secret admirer.’’

You sit back then, frowning and placing your fork on the plate, ‘’Then who is it?’’

‘’I do not know. Neither do you. That is why it is a secret.’’

‘’That was a rhetorical question, M’Baku.’’

‘’I know that. You are just easy to mess with,’’ he shrugs, taking a sip of his orange juice, ‘’Anyway. It sounds like this guy really likes you. And, since you obviously don’t see this, whatever we have happening, going anywhere, I think that you should pursue it.’’

‘’Why do you think, that I think, that this isn’t going anywhere?’’

‘’You are very easy to read,’’ M’Baku shrugs, wiping his mouth, ‘’And it is fine. I just think that, without our friends, we do not have much to talk about. Not that you are not a great woman. The Jabari tribe would have loved you.’’

‘’I appreciate that,’’ you say truthfully, considering it a compliment that he thinks that the people closest to his heart would have liked you, too.

‘’Now, let’s pay. Then, I will walk you to your work. I will go to work and break the heartbreaking news to Wanda,’’ he jokes.

‘’Please do. And tell her that it was mutual. The last time she was mad at me, she tied all of my shoes together.’’

He laughs then, a big, deep laugh. The kind of laugh that shakes you even though you are not the one laughing.

M’Baku is right tough. You two are better off as friends. You’ve got a lot going on at work, as does he. He is in charge of the new exhibit, you still have to work on your articles.

So you part ways with a friendly hug, and you meet Peter in the lobby, and you continue the rest of your day as if nothing happened.

Like clockwork, there is another rose waiting for you at your desk when you arrive, the sunlight hitting the bright red petals perfectly, making the flower cast a shadow on the wooden top of your desk.

That is the twenty-fourth rose, the twenty-fourth time you’ve blushed, the twenty-fourth time you’ve had to hear Peter and Brady go, ‘’Oooh, another rose!’’...and zero sign of the secret admirer.

‘’Have a great day, entle.’’

You sigh, placing it to the side and deciding that not concerning yourself with the identity of your secret admirer is for the best right now.

Right now, you have bigger things to worry about.

‘’I don’t understand it. Am I doing something wrong,’’ you ask, looking to Peter, who is being of no help as he munches on his banana.

‘’You are not doing anything wrong. I think advertising your blog will get you more hits. Here, like this.’’

He shares his ideas with you, and you write them down, planning on executing them this weekend.

‘’You know what would help my rating dramatically? If I could finally catch that Spider dude guy and get my interview!’’

His facial expression changes, and Peter sits back in his chair, staring at the floor.

‘’Of course,’’ you drawl, leaning back in your chair and focusing your gaze on Peter Parker, ‘’That would depend on you finally giving me the interview, wouldn’t it, Spider-dude?’

‘’W-what,’’ he looks up at you with wide, hazel eyes training on your face, ‘’I’m not Spider-Man. I-’’

You toss your pen holder at him, and, faster than you would ever be able to react, he is shooting out a web, firmly attaching the cup to the wall.

‘’Okay,’’ he grumbles, ‘’You got me. How did you even figure it out? It’s my secret identity.’’

‘’It was easy to figure out, Peter. You always happen to be gone when Spider-Man is saving the day. You literally almost jumped out of your skin when I told you that I wanted to interview him. Dude, you were obvious if I had taken time to put the pieces together. I only have one question for you now: Why didn’t you tell me,’’ you question.

‘’Would you have believed me otherwise,’’ Peter questions.

‘’Probably not,’’ you admit, ‘’But am I safe in assuming that the reason I can’t get an interview with spider dude-’’

‘’Spider-Man. I, uh… I call myself Spider-Man.’’

‘’...I respect that. Okay, is the reason that I can not land an interview with the ever elusive Spider-Man is because you are him?’’

‘’Yes,’’ he flops down in the seat across from you.

‘’So why don’t you want anyone to know? It’s not like I’d, like, spill your secret identity or anything. You can trust me, Peter. You know that.’’

‘’I know. That’s why I’m trusting you not to tell anyone about this. Not anyone.. Especially not Aunt May. If Aunt May finds out that Spider-Man is me, that I am Spider-Man,’’ he runs a hand through his hair, ‘’She’ll… I don't even know. Oh my gosh, I don’t even wanna know-’’

‘’Hey, hey! Relax, Peter! I won’t tell Aunt May.’’

‘’Thank you. As far as the newspaper article goes, well… I’m worried that if someone knows, they may try to stop me from being Spider-Man. Or hurt you and Aunt May. That’s why I didn’t tell you.’’

Peter is kind of mature for his age. He’s literally saving lives. But he is still a kid, and he is still human. He has to feel a bit of pressure.

‘’I understand. Forget the Spider-Man article. Losing your trust, support, and you as an intern is not worth having that interview,’’ you tell him, standing and unclipping the pictures if Spider-Man swinging through the skies that you’d clipped form other sources.

‘’But what about your promotion?’’

‘’Please, kid. You know I will think of something. When I do, we’ll celebrate with a glass of champagne for me and a nice ginger ale for you. ‘Resilience’ is my middle name. ‘’

‘’I thought your middle name was ‘Determination’?’’

‘’That was last week. This is my new middle name. Now, will you please go get me an iced coffee before we start the day? I need the caffeine.’’

‘’Of course,’’ Peter announces, offering to pay as he bounds towards the elevator, disappearing when the doors close.

‘’Why does your office look messier than it usually does,’’ T’Challa ask, leaning against the door to your small office.

‘’Because I’ve given up on the Spider-Man scoop,’’ you shrug, placing all of the pictures into a box.

‘’You’ve what?’’

‘’I just… it’s not possible, T’Challa. I can’t catch this guy. I have been trying for weeks, T’Challa, weeks! So maybe it’s time to accept that it is not going to happen.’’

‘’But… but our articles are due at the end of next week.’’

With October coming to a close, it is now time for you to turn in your articles to Ramonda. T’Challa has typed his, edited it, added pictures, and posted hints to it on his blogs. His ratings are off the charts.

Yours? Not So much.

‘’I think my time at the company is over,’’ you shrug, ‘’Maybe I’m not the writer that I think I am. Or… thought I was, I guess.’’

Like any writer, you’ve had writer’s block. There have been times when you doubted your abilities. But it’s never been to a point where you actually questioned your home here at Wakanda Quarterly, where you doubted that you should continue working on the ‘’Black Panther’’ section of the magazine.

There’d never been a time where you thought you’d just hand something over to T’Challa Udaku.

‘’The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations,’’ he states after a moment.

‘’T’Challa, I know this.’’

‘’There have always been rumors about the Black Panther- rumors that question his ability to lead Wakanda, to strive for what is best.’’

‘’T’Challa,’’ you blink back tears, because what is he even talking about?

‘’Let me tell you this. I think that you are much like the Black Panther. You are smart, you are determined, you are talented. In your own way, you are a warrior. Even warriors have bad days. But they get back up and keep trying. That’s what you are going to do.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ you sniffle, wiping the tears that are now falling, ‘’I’ve got no interview and no ideas.’’

‘’What if… what if I could help you?’’ What if I could get you an interview with Captain America himself?’’

What?

Are the words coming out of those insanely delicious-looking lips for real?

‘’I know him,’’ he continues as you grab a tissue, dabbing at tear stained cheeks, ‘’I’ll help you.’’

‘’How will that look to Ramonda?’’

y ‘’You and I both know that Ramonda does not care about how you get the interview. She cares about how you do it. And you are a gifted writer and you ask good questions. Please, let me help you. If you aren’t my competition, I’m just going to get that spot. And that’s no fun.’’

For once in his life, he is being completely genuine with you. He wants to see you succeed, he believes in you. It makes him look real.

It makes him look even more attractive.

First the jeans, and now this. For goodness sake, he’s got no right to be that attractive.

‘’Thank you, T’Challa. You have no idea how much this means to me.’’’

‘’Eh, don’t worry about it. You can pay me back by writing the best article you can, entle.’’

He leaves then, walking back towards his own desk to call Captain America, THE Captain America.

‘’Alright, I got your coffee,’’ Peter turns them, iced coffee in tow.

And you’re on your third sip when it hits you...

‘’Eh, don’t worry about it. You can pay me back by writing the best article you can, entle.’’

‘’Have a great day, entle.’’

‘’No way. No, no, no no way, ‘’ you power up your laptop up, going to the interview, ‘’I must be on a sugar rush or something?’’

‘’What? What is going on?’’

‘’Well, T’Challa just stopped over here, looking all adorable in his sweater vest-’’

‘’Too much information,’’ Peter winces.

‘’Sorry. Amway, we talk about the article and how I don’t have anyone now that I will not be interviewing Spider-Man, and he’s all like, ‘Well, i know Captain America personally, blah, blah, blah.’’

‘’He knows Captain America? That is so cool.. I met him last year.’’

You turn t look at Peter with wide eyes, ‘’And you weren’t gonna tell me?!’’

‘’Oops?’’

‘’...Anyway, he called me ‘entle’ at the end. And the rose called me ‘entle’, too. At least the note did. And, according to this… ‘Entle’ means I’m beautiful. It’s Xhosa. Peter, T’Challa speaks Xhosa! Do you know what this means? It means that T’Challa Udaku is secret admirer.’’

The words sound so strange coming from your mouth, and feel even stranger. It’s like when your foot falls asleep and you step out on it- you are familiar with the action, you know what you are doing, but it is pins and needles- it is numb and tingling at the same time as your foot seemingly ties to make sense of what is going on around it.

That is your brain right now.

In fact, that is your brain for the rest of the day, long after even Ramonda as gone home, when Peter has told you that he’ll be going home after he catches this robber but that he’ll text you when he does.

When you and T’Challa are the last two people in your small offices, tethered together only by a desire to keep working on what you are doing until it gets done.

It is about eight when he strides over to your small, cubicle-like office, a grin on his face as you text Wanda and Deena that you’ll be there with pizza soon.

‘’I did it,’’ he smirks, ‘’I got the interview. It took all day, and I have to buy him a drink next time we hang out. But Captain America is going to be your interviewee.’’

‘’T’Challa, that is amazing!,’’ you bring him into a hug before you can think about it.

Here is T’Challa Udaku.

Pressed against you in a friendly embrace.

Woah, how often does this dude workout?

‘’Um, thank you, T’Challa,’’ you pull back, clearing your throat.

‘’No problem. It’s the least I could do,’’ he turns on his heels.

‘’Why have you been leaving me those roses?’’

Okay.

You’d meant to step into that conversation with a little bit more grace, not stumble and flop into it like a baby deer struggling to take his first steps.

Here you are, though.

And much like when you start an argument with Deena or Wanda…

There is no going back.

‘’I was wondering when you’d figure that out. Of course, I was going to tell you if you did not. I wanted to wait until after Ramonda choose one of us to takeover the magazine for her once she’s retired.’

‘’Where you doing all of this to get in my head? To make me not focus on my article,’’you question, crossing your arms over your chest.

‘’No, otherwise I wouldn’t have waited. I wanted you to focus on that and not on this. I may have handled it wrong, judging by the way that you are snarling at me.’’

‘’Please. I am not snarling,’’ you adjust your face.

‘’It was cute. Anyway... ‘’

You’re not satisfied with his answer. If it wasn't’ to mess with you, to throw you off, why did T’Challa Udaku, who has made it his mission to annoy you at least once a day, who has seen your rival for years now, decide to suddenly send you flowers like he’s courting you?

‘’What’s the big idea, T’Challa? What’s this all about? No smooth talk- the truth.’’

‘’Fine,’’ T’Challa steps closer, keeping a careful distance from you, ‘’You want the honest truth?’’

‘’Yes,’’you swallow the lump in your throat.

‘’This may be a lot to take in,’’ he steps closer, ‘’Are you sure that you want to know everything?’’

‘’Just tell me, T’Challa! Or I’ll assume you're lying to me right now.’’

‘’Fine. Here it is. You drive me up the wall. In every way possible. You are stubborn, you are exasperating. You get under my skin. You are the only other person in this place, other than Ramonda, that I worry about beating me for writing positions. You are smart, and kind, and loving. You march to the beat of your own drum, you don’t take ‘no’ for an answer if you shouldn't. You’ve been chasing dreams since you took your first steps. You are literally… you are everything that Ramonda is. The only difference? I really, really like you. I might actually… even… be in love with you.’’

Well that hit you like a ton of bricks.

All this time, he’s been reciprocating feelings you’ve tried to push to the side. He cares about you… he may even be in love with you. It’s a day you’ve daydreamed about for a walk, and you're not entirely sure what to do with it. Because here he is, and it could be a turning point in your relationship. T’Challa is here, with you, and it’s better than you could have ever dreamed. This is real. You feel hopeful…

But you also feel apprehensive.

‘’Entle?’’

‘’I don’t believe you,’’ you shut your eyes, gasping when he takes your face in his hands.

‘’I do care about you. Maybe it isn’t love, but I care about you. I have for a long time. It’s part of the reason that Nakia and I broke up- I couldn't very well keep seeing her knowing that my heart belonged to someone else.’’

You open up your eyes, and you see nothing but sincerity in his.

He is telling her truth. You’re not sure when your life turned into a Saturday-girls-night-in movie, but here you are. T’Challa Udaku actually ahs real, life, totally amazing feelings for you.

‘’So it’s up to you now. It’s whatever you want to do’’ he looks into your eyes asking permission that you silently give before he presses a kiss to your forehead, ‘’I would never dream of making you uncomfortable. If that is what I am doing, let me know. We can just be friends. Or whatever we were before. So… what do you think.’’

Here you are, alone at a crossroads. T’Challa has made hi decision, and he is counting on you to make yours.

On one hand, you two have been at each other's necks for years now, always striving to be better than the other. He is the reason you strive to be your best. Well, part of the reason anyway. And you know that the same can be said for him about you.

Here you are, alone at a crossroads, with a man who is kind of/maybe in love with you, ready for you to make a decision, any decision.

And you must decide which road to take.

Because whatever road you decide on, you’re not so sure that it’’ll be easy to go back if you change your mind.

More importantly, you’re not sure that you’d even want to,

You are at the crossroads, and…

You’ve made a decision.

AUTHOR’S NOTE- I am taken a foreign language now, and one in the fall! I think being able to speak more than one language is useful and cool. I have trouble with it sometimes, so any tips are great!

DISCLAIMER- I own no Marvel Characters, their fictional worlds, their fictional materials,or anything like that. I simply own the plot, and Deena and Brady. All rights belong to the rightful and respectful owners.

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