#bp fic

[tjadakaa]

I still hate him. He really is an enemy of my peace. But this is taking me back to 2018. Real anti-blackness we don’t have more micwick fan works.

[youcantkillamutant]

Earn It

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Marvel (Black Panther)

Pairing: Erik Stevens/Killmonger x Black!OC

Summary:  Some things have to be earned

Warnings: Cursing (Is ‘hell’ a bad word anymore?)

Words: 1.6K

A/N: Joining in on the Quarantine Writing challenge hosted by the lovely @shaekingshitup & @chaneajoyyy. Thank y’all for getting me writing in this time of corn teen lol. I only own my original characters of course, Marvel don’t sue me I’m broke.

Listening To: Earned It Instrumental By The Weeknd, Earned It by Jasmine Thompson, When I Get My Hands On You by The New Basement Tapes

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Tea, check. KimoyoPad, check. Earbuds, check. Blue-light glasses, check. Kay had everything she needed. The sun was streaming through her office pod in the palace, window open to let in the breeze, but something was missing. Ideas. She needed ideas. After working on this project for a week straight, Kay discovered that she had no more inventive energy. All of her creations had been wrung out of her within the week, and now she sat at her desk, pouring over everything she had imagined, and it just wasn’t working.

She’d bought a few more hours to pull something together to present to Shuri and the board, but the clock was ticking and she wasn’t getting anywhere. Kay pushed away her KPad. Seeking out distraction would only make her feel worse, only remind her of the work she wasn’t doing.

To be fair, Kay had been particularly hard on herself during the work on this project and she knew it. Shuri and the other girls in the lab had noticed it. Feared it is probably more accurate. when Kay asked Shuri for a few more hours on the presentation, she was met with wide eyes and furious nods. And Kay couldn’t figure out why exactly she was wound so tight about this, but it felt important.

It was her first presentation in Wakanda that she’d make without training wheels. No project lead to report to, just her. When Shuri and the Board had approved her initial proposal, she’d been elated. Called everyone back home in the States to report that after 8 whole months working in Wakanda she’d finally scored her own project. It was exciting, even when the work set in she was excited, but now, a month later and three-quarters a preliminary presentation complete, Kay had to wonder why she’d wanted to do this in the first place.

It wasn’t like she had a ton of work to finish for the presentation anyways. But the part she had to finish just wouldn’t come. She’d been brainstorming for the last week on this portion of the project and she could barely string two sentences together for the presentation because there was nothing. Just as Kay was about to go give herself a bathroom break in which she would stare at herself in the mirror for ten to fifteen minutes, the door to her office pod slid open. Crap.

“Shuri, I thought we agreed that you’d give me at least three hours to go over these—”, Kay stopped short when her earbuds were out. A warm breath brushed over Kay’s shoulder, she knew it wasn’t Shuri. Great.

“N’Jadaka. I thought you were on a diplomatic mission with the Jabari.” Clove and honey floated to her senses, mingling with sand and oak; N’Jadaka’s scent wafting through the air.

“Keeping tabs on me Kay? I’m touched.” He huffed another breath over Kayana’s cheek, so close he could kiss it. Kay didn’t bother answering. Blowing out a breath instead, so get N’Jadaka’s smell out of her mouth.

Ever since she’d come to Wakanda N’Jadaka had been…overly familiar. Maybe it’s because they were the only Americans in Wakanda, but Kay didn’t spend five years doubling majoring in architecture and agriculture to be distracted by a lost prince. especially not on her first big presentation.

“Don’t flatter yourself N’Jadaka. I read the daily news blasts.” Kay waved her right wrist, heavy and strong with the kimoyo beads she’d received her first week working with Shuri.

“Everything is easier with these, I promise! It’s synced with your Pad so you’ll never have to worry about lost files. You’ll be able to chat with me, send video messages about the site visits and…”

“She reads! I knew you were smart. Could tell by the way you—” Kay shot him a sharp look then, one brow raised, daring him to go on.

Around Kayana, N’Jadaka Udaku had a knack for saying the wrong thing. Well in her opinion. All the girls she worked with in the lab and in the field utterly adored the man, but to Kay he was a pompous, arrogant, admittedly smart but incredibly irritating Golden State Warriors fan. Another glance at Kay told Erik to move onto another subject.

“I thought I told you to call me Erik?”

“I thought I told you to call me Ms. Benton.” Another gust of air, this one followed by a kiss of his teeth. Kay could just barely see it in her periphery. Pink tongue caressing his pearly whites before being swallowed by gleaming gold canines.

“Fine Ms. Benton. What are you working on then, Girl Wonder?”

“That’s your cousin’s name.” Erik rounded the table and pulled a chair out smoothly, settling into it and gazing at her expectantly. “I’m working on the proofs for a few smaller eco-house concepts. We’ve got the ecology of it down, solar panels, self venting spaces, and recycled fibers are easy enough to incorporate, but it’s just the…size.”

“What about it?” Kay ignored the way her stomach flipped when N’Jadaka’s face scrunched together in confusion. She’d been doing that for weeks.

“Do you know how difficult it is to turn a 20 meter space into a fully functioning apartment? I mean, sleeping quarters, laundry, kitchen, and living area. Not to mention it should all be ‘mod-chic’ or whatever brief T’Challa gave to the Board. Shuri was supposed to send someone from product development to help me but—” Kay caught sight of Erik’s grin. Her stomach flipped again and she backpedalled. “But I’m sure I can handle this. I probably don’t need help anyways.”

“Now come on Ms. Benton, you were practically begging for help.”

“I can’t imagine why Shuri would send you.” Any time the two had to work in the same vicinity, Erik spent most of his time trying to distract her and no time on whatever it was he was meant to be doing. After her first week, she’d actually never seen Erik in the lab again. According to Shuri, he wasn’t allowed in anymore.

“I’m the last one to say men and women should be separated, but my cousin…well he’s not helped his case much. Besides, T’Challa’s been gunning for his own lab near the top of the palace, this’ll make things easier for everyone. For now at least.”

N’Jadaka had found his way to Kay outside of the lab; sliding into the seat across from her at lunches, and always suspiciously on her off-site trips, trying to play tour guide. Initially she felt annoyed, she didn’t need a tour guide to do her job. Now-a-days, she was feeling a little different anytime N’Jadaka found her. He was getting to her, as much as she hates to admit it.

“Because I’m probably the only person who’s lived in a 20 meter apartment in this country. Seriously, I know how to live small Kay.” Kayana shot him a glare for the nickname and tried to ignore how genuine he sounded. Erik smirked at the way her lip curled in annoyance. He’d always found that cute.

Kay wasn’t stupid, she’d heard the stories about King N’Jadaka. Ruthless, power-hungry, practically foaming at the mouth for control. It was why she’d avoided him in the first place. But this N’Jadaka was nothing like the stories. He was kind of nice. Still cocky and arrogant, but surprisingly sincere. At least he was with her.

“The key to this is to break up the space. That and you’ve got to use any and every piece of furniture as storage. Hell, use the space under the steps as storage. If something in the space doesn’t have at least two functions, it doesn’t belong.”

For the first time since she’d started working in Wakanda, Erik had brought something useful to the conversation. Not that he wasn’t smart, the guy was brilliant and everyone knew it, especially him. It just seemed that every time he came around Kay, all he could spew were cocky remarks and nicknames he hadn’t earned.

“Are you telling me you’ve found more than one use for a pillow?”

“Ms. Benton, there are plenty of uses for a pillow.” Erik waggled his eyebrows and Kay rolled her eyes, but something in his expression felt wicked and her face heated. “But in all seriousness, yeah. If you get a large enough pillow, they can be used as couch cushions. Hell you could turn the whole bed into a couch and transform the sleeping space into the living space.”

“Do you think we could turn them into curtains instead?”  

It went on like that for two hours, Kay and Erik brainstorming. Mostly Kay was questioning how something could serve more than one function and Erik answered back with three different ways to transform the singly-functional to multi-functional.

“I’m impressed.” Kay was loathe to admit it, especially with the way Erik’s full lips pulled up into a smirk. By now they were both standing, they’d both paced the circumference of the office pod ten times. N’Jadaka approached Kay arms wide in victory.

“And the Girl Wonder begrudgingly admits I know what I’m talking about. You flatter me Kay.”

“Ms. Benton. And I never said you didn’t know that you were talking about.” At least not out loud.

“Seriously? After all that help I still can’t call you Kay?” This time N’Jadaka was a few steps away. “What is it with you and nicknames?” His gaze was calculating and Kay met him head-on.

“Names have power, you of all people should know that N’Jadaka.”

“Bullshit.” N’Jadaka took a step closer. “I’ve heard the girls call you Kay.” Another step. “You even let mean old Mrs. Oyinke call you Kay.” N’Jadaka had made it right in front of Kay, close enough to touch. Kay stood her ground.

“Nicknames have to be earned.” Erik’s brow shot up in surprise. Then he leaned in. Close and closer. Between one breath and the next he was so close that Kay could see his golds glinting through barely parted lips.

“And what exactly do I need to do to earn it then?”

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A/N: Hi everyone! I hope y’all are doing okay in Quarantine and staying safe. I obvi haven’t been writing much, but I’m hoping to change that once I finish a few more projects. 

I started a new job last month and somehow get to work from home so there’s really no reason why I can’t keep working on The Advocate after I fix a few things around the house. I’m excited about that! 

I hope y’all liked this one. Pretty sure I’ll never write smut but I like to tease the possibility of the chance of a kiss like an 80 year old victorian spinster lol

I was inspired by the Youtube channel Never Too Small. Even if y’all aren’t into design you should check out a few videos because what people can do with small spaces is literally ingenious!

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Prophecy 3

Prophecy - Part 1 - part 2

Pairing - Erik x Black!!reader  

               Tchalla x Latifa!!Wife

genre - Body switching, jealousy, fluff ect.

words -  2734

summary- Tchalla and Erik visit the ancestral plane at the same time but a complication arises when both men don’t return to their own bodies..

a/n : I apologies for any errors. I hope you enjoy.

This was weird this was the first time Erik even wanted to consider having a conversation about it.

“Okay….just don’t string me along. I want action or else …we should just end things before I get hurt.“ Your voice was small but Tchalla heard it clear as day..

Day before As Tchalla made his way to you. Erik turned down the corridor lined with the Dora to head to Latifa. The entrance of the home require a 5 digit password and unfortunately, Erik didn't know it. It was too late to go back to Tchalla and he knew to try guess was not an option so he dialed up Latifah's contact on Tchalla's kimono beads “ Yes.” Latifa had her braids down as her image looked up at Erik. “Come open the front door for me. I got a headache I'm not feeling so good.“ Erik though the sweet and whiny voice he used to would make Latifa fall over her dress running towards the kings figure to help but damn he was mistaken. “For a man with such a high IQ I must say I am disappointed.” She kissed her teeth and folded her arms. Her reaction surprised Erik but he didn't show it. The sweet queen he knew was not the lady who spoke like this. Erik felt like he was being tested. Whenever you're unnecessarily rude or bitter towards him, he knew what you wanted. A long night fucking. None of the sweet making love nonsense. He knew you probably had a long or bad day. So you need him to work you out. But he couldn't have those thoughts with Latifa he actually did not want to. Definitely not after what happened. Erik swallowed his pride and tried again. “Baby I need to wash up and sleep. Please be a dear and open the door.” “Since when am I, baby. Did you seeing your father make you weak? Tchalla” “Ah, I really don't know what kind of game you and Tcha- I mean You are playing not now.” Latifa just looked up at Erik from the kimono beads and started giggling. “Look open the door. I know its probably the time of the month but I don't have the time.” “Don't assume rubbish. “ Erik wanted to connect her face to a wall. He felt his blood boil. At that moment he didn't care that she was the queen of the most civilized nation. He hated being ridiculed exceptionally by some bitch he doesn't even know like that. He quickly tried to calm himself down using the basic techniques his therapist taught him. After a few seconds, he gave up. Is this what Tchalla has to deal with? “Okay, then I’ma go look for Romonda - chill with her while you fix up your act. Am sure the queen will wonder why her son ain't in his own bed.” Not even a second later the double doors opened up with Latifa standing between them. Holding a cup of tea barely wearing anything. “You gonna put some clothes on or what?“ Erik asked as he walked past her looking for the bathroom to take a much-needed shower. Most of the things Tchalla said to Latifa didn't affect her but that did. Why would he want her to cover herself, In their own home? He had never said anything negative about the queen's appearance ever. Even when she dragged his looks through the dirt which was hard cause even though the king's face annoyed her .. he was cute. She just found the request strange ..and how he was speaking. “Not even a good night kiss my love?” she closed the doors and saw how Erik took off his clothes throwing them on the floor and entering the shower. He pressed the water tab to let the water fall on him, trying to shut out Latifah's voice and it worked. She put on her shorts and laid on the bed with a book in hand. When the King wondered into her Tribe one day long ago and meet her while she was out with a friend. She thought he was going to ask for directions but instead, he asked for a private walk with her. He told the Dora to stay behind as the young handsome prince third wooed her. Erik came out of his long shower and saw Latifa reading on the bed.  He paid no mind to her as he put on Tchalla’s shorts for bed. Erik noticed how the room black and Purple. A lot of grays as well. The purple from the vibranium was lined everywhere. It was if the room glowed with it. The black tiles left a vibranium footprint that slowly disappeared. I need this shit. Erik thought to himself. “You're not going to tell me how it went.” Latifa spook “Are you done being sassy?” Erik didn't put much effort into his voice she rolled her eyes. “I wasn't being sassy.” “Lady I'm too tired to figure you out right now.” “Oh please don't be so dramatic. Do you want me to give you a message? To ease you. “Nah im-” Before Erik could finish his sentence she had pulled on him - to her knowledge- he was her husband -she laid him face down as she climbed on his back. She kneaded his shoulders and arms deep and slowly. Releasing all the tension from him. Erik released a moan. Not meaning to. He didn't expect her to be so good at this. It was as if she knew how strained he was. She focuses on the pressure points of his back. She stopped for a while and Erik wondered what she was doing. “I never said you can look!” She pushed his head down. “Are you this bossy all the time?” Latifa thought the question was phrased weirdly but she answered. “Only when you annoy me.” “I should do- what the hell is that!!” Latifa had spread a small amount of cooling cream on him back. She rolled her eyes and carried on running her hand over Tchalla’s brought back “Such a baby. This will help with the pain after. “ She took a wet wipe from her side stand and wiped all the cream off and put on essential oils. “Does that feel better Baba?” “yeah it feels- wait did you just call me daddy?” “Yeah, do you want me to stop?” “Nah. You do you.” Latifa frowned. There it was again. The way he spoke. “have you been hanging out with Erik’s friends again?” “Again?“ Erik asked “Yeah, your speech is off. You sound like Erik's mistress.” Erik was confused he turned himself to face her. After, he moved and shifted she was now on his lap and him against the headboard. “I got a mistre..I meant Erik got a mistress?“ Oh, Erik really wanted to hear this. “Yeah. That half girl he runs around with.“ “What do you mean half?“ “I mean she is not fully Wakanden. Stop acting like you don't know what I'm saying. I know you hate how people speak about her but everyone in the royal family calls her a mistress cause that is what she will ever be. Erik will never marry her....shame. I'm sure she had to beg him to tell the whole of Wakanda they were courting. That must have been so embarrassing. Erik will find a good Wakanded girl who will take good care of him.“ Erik looked at her dead in the eyes as she went on dragging you. He really wasn't angry at her but himself. He could feel his spine heat up gradually. No one could start to understand how much Erik loved you. Before Wakanda, you were all he had and when he found you were Wakanda as well it was as if his father sent you to him. Erik was trying to be extra careful with you. He wanted everything to be perfect. He really didn't care what people thought about him or his relationship but he knew you did. For the first time, Erik saw everything from your perspective. Guilt washed over him as he thought about you having to be seen this way. The last thing he wanted was for you to be some outcast or feel unwanted. Erik pushed Latifa of his lap and laid on his side, his back facing her. “Challa? What's wrong, Did I say something?“ “Not right now.“ he covered his head with a pillow. Latifa huffed but covered his Erik with a soft black comforter. She kissed his shoulder and left to take a shower. She dimmed the lights and Erik was left in the dark to his thoughts. That was very dangerous. Erik usual partakes in activities he doesn't really think through when he over thinks. He just wanted to talk to you immediately. He started reviewing his whole relationship with you. Maybe getting married now and not later wasn't a bad idea? He needed to let go of his fear of losing you, after his mom and dad he thought anyone who meant something to him would just be taken away from him. But you were different. This time he had power in the situation. He felt so connected to you. He felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him as he considered the marriage thing. Latifa had long put her self to sleep. He had planned that he would tell Tchalla about since he was not himself. So you would be marrying ...Tchalla. He felt weird about that. Shuri better have come up with something by now.... something, anything to help me out of this. He thought. The rest of the night Erik Planned how he would ask you to marry him. To be dramatic or not. He doesn't even dare to plan the wedding he knew you would love to do that. He had made his mind up. You were going to take his late name and his heart rate was flying. Around 2 AM he finally feels asleep. He dreamt about you. Nothing complicated just you and him sitting side by side watching the water from the river pass by. Early Morning Erik was woken by a hand around his arm. It rubbed his tummy gentle. Erik didn't move as Latifa gave His a belly rub. Erik wondered why Tchalla kept his hair on his chest and belly? Was that an African thing? It had to be because it seemed like Latifa didn't mind at all. Erik started to feel uncomfortable as she lowered and lowed her hand down. He turned to face her. Still keeping some space between him and her. Like Erik still Felt weird- the Queen was trying to be all over him or Tchalla but he wasn't Tchalla, Tchalla was Erik and Erik was Tchalla. He looked over her face. Her natural beauty was simple yet elegant. High cheekbones and thick brown lips and eyebrows. Her eyes were half open, she looked sleepy. Her hair was now in a black scarf that had crystal pieces that blinking with every movement she made. Well, she was that Queen. “Can I ask you something?” Erik was not getting used to using Tchalla’s voice. “You may?“ He voice was soft unlike Erics deep voice “Why you act a like bitch?“ After she heard what he had asked she rose and looked down on him. “Excuse me?” She looked very offended. Erik was expecting that. “Nah I didn't mean it like that, come here?” Erik pulled her closer and stroked her arm. “I didn't mean to offend you. Not at all....it's just... Is there something bothering you. I mean when I first came yesterday, you were mean and rude. You were not yourself.“ Erik really didn't know what he was doing. He was speaking to her the same way he would speak to you. He was just trying to understand and talk to her. No harm can come from that. Right? “How do you know that's not me? Being rude and mean. Loving to step on people parades and as Y.N would put it ...trying people. Maybe that's my true nature?“ “No way. Not when you're this beautiful.“ Her face fall and eyebrows rose. She looked surprised in a good way. like Erik had wanted a flower that had been water deprived. Erik tried to hide his confusion. Why did she react like this? Didn't Tchalla tell her she's beautiful? I mean The whole Kingdom praises her beauty all the time. On magazines, ads even on T.V but I mean if your own husband doesn't say shit that wouldn't matter. “You look...Shocked” “No. It's just that ...you don't say that a lot, when we're alone.“ Eric wasn't the type of person to get into people's business like that but he was lying half-naked in bed with the Queen of Wakanda. She was shy now bringing her knees to her chest and biting her lip. “I don't?“ Erik baited her to give him more information.   “Are we really going to talk abou-” She let out a deep sigh”- T'challa! This is how we are. I treat you like trash, you treat me like trash...to be honest I think we fell out of love... And you can't tell me I'm crazy cause you to know I'm right.“ Erik didn't know what he was stepping into. This is what you get for being nosy. “What you got nothing to say now. ” She whispered “Nah. I'm just thinking.” “I don't hate you. I might act as if I do but i…. don't. I just hate that you….” Her face dropped, she tried to hide it away from Erik's sight as the tears formed and fell. Without thinking, Erik pulled her closer to him her face fitted in his chest. He felt guilty knowing that if you saw him like this you would kill him. But he wasn't Erik anymore. He was T'challa. So technical T'challa was holding her. “Tell me what's wrong?” She sniffed and wiped her tears but did not retract herself from his soft neck rather she spoke into it. “I just feel like Ever since you became king. You've neglected me. We didn't even go on a honeymoon...I begged you for so long but - I don't want to seem selfish because I know losing your father was incredibly hard and being king when you weren't exactly ready was stressful. I just felt like I was the last on your list… Even Nakia is higher.” “I-i didn't know this is how you felt?” Erik tried to come up with the most vaguest reply he could give. Ever since he meet you and started going to his therapist he had reached a level of empathy his old self would laugh at. He felt the need to comfort her. Even though her pain didn't come from his own actions. “There is no way Nakia is higher,” Erik whispered She laughed and held his gaze. The lights were off but the moon proved enough light for her to see T'challa's soft face. His lips and eyes were beautiful to her. “I want you back. I want to love you again. I want us to..” Erik knew he shouldn't have started this. He was regretting it now. He felt out of place and on edge. “Do you want me?” She whispered again “I.... Yeah” Erik sounded unenthusiastic and that broke Latifah's heart. She left go him and pulled away. “Hey what's wrong. I agreed. Come back.” Latifa had already left for the bathroom. Erik felt himself move to follow her. “Wait. Let me explain.” “Okay speak then.” “You need to calm down first” “I am calmed” She spat. Erik picked her up and placed her on the marble countertop. “No, you are not-T'challa- I mean I …..want that as well” Erik Cringed as he said it. “Really ?” she slid her hands on his broad frame. He nodded and immediately felt her wet lips on his.

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Erik’s Theory of Happiness — Chapter 1

Prelude 

I just have to say um...WOW? I did not expect to come back to such nice compliments and love on my story. I’m so grateful and humbled towards everyone who read, reblogged, liked, and commented. Every single one of you? Stunning! Y’all have truly instilled more writing confidence into me.

a/n: Finally our real story begins, and whew... chille talk about battle in the center of the mind. lil Ms Alice could never not with all that baggage this boy has lmao! Pain, reconciliation, and healing—rainstorms before the rainbow.  

Characters: Erik Killmonger x black!OC (later chapters), more important original characters introduced later as well (two actually show up briefly in this part 😊)

warnings: the hunt for symbolism begins, and some metaphors

synopsis: Erik has been having strange dreams since his childhood, dreams filled with unusual creatures and eccentric characters. Upon returning to Wonderland as an adult and learning everything has gotten worse, Erik must travel through his own mind to discover the truth about who he truly is and save Wonderland in order to restore peace.

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Chapter I: Nightmarish Revoir

Having lived in feebly in misery,

The dead are knocking on the door, aren’t they?

The little master can’t look away,

What a disgusting story.

— Outer Science

It is said Time builds friendship with no man—always floating, always progressing, and always unraveling. Perhaps, if somebody informed Erik of his complicated relationship with Time earlier, he would have ensured more generous dedication toward absorbing the moments life had once blessed him with.

Father Time maintained no favors, leaving Erik—another misguided soul—entangled in a void of infinitude. He was nothing more than a pawn at the mercy of his chess master caught between a sadistic game he never once volunteered for and could never forfeit.

Multitudes of clocks, measurements of his misfortunes, descended one after another; filling the long, cerulean corridors Erik meandered through. He carried himself along the luminous stream dripping from mullioned window before him. Rays of brightness reflected off the exposed dials like glistening chandeliers. They swayed endlessly, showcasing nothing but mockery at his sluggish pace; a collision of ticking hands and deafening sounds of eternity. Each tick became another oncoming wave threatening to submerge him further into a deep sea.

Erik hesitantly continued down the arched, glass doorway ahead that induced him into a steady trance. He could never smother this feeling, no matter how times he’s visited this particular dimension. Somehow intertwined but unaware of his beginnings. Always aware of his emotions, yet blind towards his experiences.

“Come now, Erik. It’s only a dream.”

A dream.

If only everything was merely a sweet illusion he could easily dismiss.

As much as he yearned, Erik harbored no such power. His prayers for better hallucinations, nonsensical as it sounded, proved futile. He was drowning in this dark vacancy—his own subconscious incarceration.

The clocks looming above continued humming their dreadful tune, droning closer to unleashing Judgement Day upon the wandering lamb as he confronts his sins. Before he reached the doorway, a disembodied voice fractured his thoughts, ceasing every movement. Turn back, Erik. These manifestations you needlessly approach beyond the threshold will only lead you more astray. Please, you are not ready!

Recognition flooded Erik’s senses. It’s a melancholic melody he’s heard on many occasions. Counseling him, blinding him. Temptation curled in his toes as he slowly turned his head to face the quivering figure awaiting him. He captured a glimpse of indigo dyed orbs shimmering with renewed hope at his submission, possessing layers of sorrow buried beneath a veil, making everything appear matte.

Erik’s face contorted and he immediately returns to his previous stance, “Why you here, Odessa?” The frustration lapsed from his lips. “You know I ain’t just runnin’ back empty handed, especially since I didn’t end up here by choice anyway.”

“You’ve arrived against your choice? Then where have you been all this time, Erik?” Odessa gradually stepped forward, tears welling her eyes. “Stay, leaving offers no protection,” she nearly collapsed on his back, cementing her feet onto the ground as she embraced him tightly.

The warmth almost prompts Erik to fulfill a new promise of abandonment toward everything unrelated to her presence. Move forward, Erik. Don’t look back. The light displays delusions just as they equally make the darkness their throne as well. Heaviness ignited an ache dwelling in his stomach. How long has he been gone?

“No, Odessa. I’m...I’m sorry, but... I can’t,” Erik pressed, remorse laced between every word.

“Is this something you absolutely must pursue?” The edginess in her voice made him crawl towards indifference.

Erik slowly settled his hands on Odessa’s trembling ones, still facing forward. The option of greeting oblivion began to feel enticing the more his back absorbed her distress. “This is something I gotta face.”

She abruptly slipped her hands from his touch, seeing past the mask of those words. Odessa delayed her response, entering a silence louder than the blaring of the clocks. “Asherah…” She absently implied, “...is trying to reach out to you, right?”

Erik turned sharply and glowered, confusion flourishing his features. “The hell you talking about?”

“It seems you can’t remember. I presume that is a good thing,” Odessa quipped causing Erik’s stare to harden. He observed her eyes, which were darting back and forth, shining in the sunlight. There was something else in them, something looming. They harbored secrets, the same way a pot nursed layers of deep soil. “Must you always leave us?”

Erik becomes compelled to approach her and chastise for needless cryptic answers once again but a newfound ache began swirling in his stomach, demanding his urgency toward something more incomprehensible than himself.

“Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta leave and start somewhere.” He callously concluded before stepping forward into his calling. A foreign feeling implored he discard everything and run back into the arms of Odessa, but alas, some necessities required sacrifices.

Sunlight quickly diminished as he ventured further into the unknown world, darkness seeping throughout his vision. However Erik’s eyes soon greeted a new light, more dismal and faint. The awaiting sight before him unfolded across an ornate blanket of white chrysanthemums. His footsteps grew heavier. Murmured prayers and hushed voices touched his ears. Seated before an open chestnut coffin was a young woman, wearing a red dress and matching flowers blooming between her hair. With hands clasped and head solemnly bowed, she recited a devotional from her lips—

May my words reach you through these empty halls. Oh, Virtuoso!

May my suffering be ceased by your merciful hands

To dismantle my fate, I beg you

To cleanse my sinful being, I implore you

For I am guilty of swallowing the sun

As I commit to your desires, I shall offer you my final drop of blood

Oh, Virtuoso! My body must burn for my sins,

For you, I desire glory

For myself, a humble demise

And for the lone soul standing behind me, I wish nothing but reconciliation and sweet farewells

For we...cannot be separated

Upon her revelation she paused, slowly lifting her head and revealing her face. Crimson eyes. Those crimson eyes swimming with the heaviness of one thousand untold stories. Wilting under her gaze, Erik’s mouth agapes as he surrendered himself by falling onto his knees.

I am thou, thou art me.

Together, they both uttered softly from their lips,

Amen.

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Oh, my? Oh, my? Thoughts? Hope y’all enjoyed the mystery yet to unfold! Thanks for reading! xo Definitely more to come babes! 

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[bloodywatersbts]

“So do I get anything else out of this arrangement? Besides your honor?”

[ethereal-tempest]

All The Stars (Black Panther College AU) - Prequel

A/N: this is very loosely based off All The Stars by SZA ft. Kendrick Lamar like very very loosely ya feel?

WC: 500ish

T’challa x reader

Warning: language, mention of cheating, heartbreak i think that’s it for now. this is my first college AU so i do apologize in advance if it’s a mess. Also sorry for any and all typos love ya bbs😘

Prompt: Love is complicated and confusing, it can be the most blissful feeling in the world. Or it can the reason your heart crumbles and shatters. Which will it be for you?

“love… lets talk about love. is it anything and everything you hope for? or do the feelings haunt you?”

3 years ago - Freshman year of college

“I-I said, I love you.” you said as you stared back at your shell shocked boyfriend. “Y/N, I I—“ your eyes widened with hope in them waiting for him to say those three words back to you, but he shut his mouth and couldn’t open it again.

He couldn’t give you what you wanted, he didn’t even know how to love , never felt anything like it besides between him and his parents. Could he— “Chal, you what?” he wasn’t going to say it, you saw it in his eyes the more you stared at them, “you don’t.”

You took a second to gather yourself, this didn’t mean the end, you could wait, give him time.”Y/N—“ “That’s fine, i can wait until you’re ready. This doesn’t have to change anything.” you breathed out, letting the hope you felt inside lace your voice as you stepped towards T’challa but as he took a step back you stopped, “But it does, it has.” you were confused to put it simply.

“Okay then we can move past it, come back to it when we’re ready—“ “That’s the problem! I don’t know when i’ll be ready, if i’ll ever be ready!” you let loose a nervous chuckle and took another step towards him, “Chal, come on—“ “I-I can’t Y/N i think we should—“ you took another step toward him as you whispered “T’challa—“ “I’m seeing someone else.”

It was as if the word stopped. You looked at the man you loved, the man you hoped loved you back but didn’t. The man that protected you from dangers of the world but couldn’t protect you from the heartbreak you felt taking place, it was his fault after all.

It was your turn take a step back as you finally gasped out, “Oh.”

“Y/N i didn’t mean—“

“Who?” you said cutting him off once again

“What?” he mumbled out,

“Who is the other person you’re seeing?”

“That’s not important, look i think we should just talk.”

“Is it Okoye?”

“No Y/N—“

“Nakia?” he was silent as he hung his head in defeat, you nodded your head letting it sink in, “You guys did always seem to have a spark, make a helluva couple.”

“Lets talk about this Y/N i didn’t mean—“

“No you’ve said plenty T’challa. I think it’s time I go before i make an even bigger fool of myself.” “Y/N wait please!” you ignored his plea as you snatched your bag from his couch and marched toward the door, you swig it open with a mighty force and stop as you come face to face with another person, “Of fucking course.” you mumbled out as you shoulder past T’challa best friend, Nakia.

Her gazed followed your angry steps before the womans’ blazing eyes set on the man infront of her, “What the hell did you do?”

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part 1 coming soon 🖤🤟🏽

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damn anyone writing some dora milage fanfiction? i’m sick of these men i want some gay shit