#erik killmonger fluff

[songficsbyrissi]

I am pretty much done with Do you remember part5 🥳 just one part fucking me up lol

[woahitslucyylu]

Marvel Master List

Black Panther

Loki

[melaninkpopimagines]

Hii sooo I just got out of a relationship that was really shitty and stomped my creativity because he wouldn’t let me write fanfics 😞 I had no privacy and the little bit I did write started a fight because he said it was too dirty and made me delete it. BUT I’m going to slowly work my way into writing and posting again 😩 I’m sorry if my work isn’t that good for a while but I promise I’ll get better.

-Jazzi🥔

[sonofnjobu]

Spin Cycle

Erik has very few memories of his parents actually together, and prefers not to remember them. But what can you do when a sensory memory trips something you’d forgotten about?

A/N: I’m in a fluffy mood. Also I know @purple-apricots​ wanted some Young Erik Content. If you enjoy my writing, people reblog and comment! 

“Bruh…” Erik huffed, rolling his eyes at the crudely handwritten “Out of Order” sign on the washing machine. He shifted the canvas laundry bag to his other shoulder as he inspected the machine.

He hated coming to the apartment basement, but he’d be dammed if he went to a public laundromat. Maybe he could fix it.

He leaned down to take a closer look and came in direct contact with a spider web.

“Aight, you know what!” Erik started, slapping the silky strands away from his face. “Fuck this.”

It was late on a Sunday afternoon, and if he wanted anything to wear come his 8:00 Monday morning meeting, he’d just have to suck it up and go to the laundromat. Once wouldn’t kill him.

Erik gathered up his bag, detergent, and cup of quarters and headed back up the stairs. He’d remembered seeing a laundromat down the street. He could easily walk there. And who knows? Maybe the larger drums would allow him to finish the daunting task of laundry even faster than sharing with all of the people in his “luxury” apartment complex.

Erik sauntered up to the building, but slowed as he came to the door. It had been years since he’d been to a place like this and he suddenly felt a trepidation he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He pushed the feeling down, like many before it, and pulled open the door.

The feeling immediately came right back to the surface. It was the smell of the place. A sensory memory he hadn’t experienced in years. A smell he’d forgotten.

The laundromat smelled like his parents.

Both of them. Together.

Even when Erik tried really hard, he could never remember his mother and father together. Childhood memories are rarely cohesive and stitched together. They pop in and out, here and there with stark clarity but blurry bookends. Erik wouldn’t be able to walk someone through a typical day, but he could tell you about the Winnie the Pooh Birthday cake he had on his third birthday… or how it felt to dump out the water in the playground tire swing after it rained.

It was this specific mix of off-brand detergent and dryers that run a little too hot that brought his parents’ smiling faces to his mind.

Erik’s mother was so beautiful.

Her hair was always up on laundry day – either braided back or up in a bun. She wore an oversized, bleach stained sweathshirt and no makeup. Her brown skin glowed on its own. He remembered the day when he was no longer small enough to be held on the side of her hip and was unceremoniously replaced by a hamper. He’d made a fuss but his father put a stop to that right away.

—

“Eh!” N’Jobu warned him curtly. “Five-year-old boys are too old to disrespect their mothers.”

Erik sucked his lower lip back in from the pronounced pout he’d put on just a moment before. His mother made her way to the counter to exchange a ten dollar bill for quarters, greeting the other regulars as she walked. His father began to sort the darks from the reds and the whites.

Erik stuck his head inside of a front loading washing machine.

“Hello!!!!!!!” he shouted.

He moved to the next open washer and greeted it the same way – all the way down the line.

“He – ah!” Erik screamed as N’Jobu snatched him up.

“Shall I put you in one of these? Pick the spin cycle so you can feel how crazy you make me in the head?” N’Jobu laughed as he shook his son lightly. “Or should we put clothes in instead?”

“Clothes!” Erik agreed. N’Jobu carried him back to their laundry pile and handed Erik one of his t-shirts.

“Throw it in, real hard like this.” N’Jobu chucked some socks in to the machine. One slipped and fell to the floor.

“Rah!” Erik exclaimed as he threw the shirt. Soon the father and son duo were racing to throw their clothes in to the machine. Mom returned just in time to see Erik sink his very last pair of shorts.

She fed the machine the quarters and it whirred to life. She, Erik, and his father sat down on the curved plastic chairs to wait twenty-four minutes exactly.

“Oh no!”  mom exclaimed.

“What?” Erik asked. He was ready to throw more clothes if he had to.

“It seems I have one quarter left over. Whatever am I going to do with it?”

Erik’s eyes darted over to the gum ball machine which was conveniently at kids’ eye level, and also conveniently only cost a quarter. They were super big ones too.

His mother didn’t taunt him too much longer, instead covertly slipping him the quarter. His father didn’t like processed sugar. He hadn’t grown up eating it and constantly told Erik to avoid the stuff and brush his teeth to happy birthday even though it wasn’t his birthday.

Erik ran over the bright red machine, plopping easily down on to his knees. He pushed the coveted coin in to the slot and used both of his tiny hands to turn the knob. Erik felt it give slightly and saw the small covering pop out a little. He lifted the plate, and a giant gum ball rolled in to his open palm.

It was a blue one! His favorite color!

Erik popped it in to his mouth and began chewing away. He didn’t know how to blow bubbles yet, but that was okay, his mom said. She would teach him later.

He chewed relentlessly at in during the entire washing cycle. It no longer had any taste, and was a blob of grey rubber cement when he finally spat it out.

The rest of the laundry day was a blur and he spent most of it swinging his legs from the too high waiting chair. Watching his sneakers disappear and reappear beneath him… his parents chatting about something or other. He suddenly heard his name.

“Did you let Erik have gum, babe?” N’Jobu asked. “He’s going to rot his teeth.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” his mother insisted, winking at him behind his father’s back. Erik smiled, revealing a row of bright blue teeth, lips, and tongue.

“The proof! You’re caught blue handed, you two!”

Both of his parents broke in to a smile.

--

It’s the only clear memory he had of the two of them. They’d seemed like giants at the time… untouchable.

And now they were both gone.

Erik shook off the memory and loaded his clothes in to the machine all at once. He didn’t separate his colors. He mostly wore black anyways. He just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. He dumped in the detergent and pushed his quarters in. With a loud thunk, the machine began to work.

Erik plopped down on a plastic waiting chair. He set a timer on his phone and went to put his own empty quarter cup in to the laundry bag for safe keeping. As he picked it up, he felt something slide around in the bottom of the container.

There was one quarter left.

He eyed it momentarily. There’s no way there’d be a gum ball machine here.

He took a lap around the aisles and passed the dryers. He was almost back to where he started when he found it. He had to squat down at his knees to reach it now.

He slid the quarter carefully in to the slot and turned the knob, only needing one hand this time. He held his hand out under the ramp and a bright blue gumball rolled out.

His favorite color.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”

He popped the candy in to his mouth and began to chew. It got harder to do so as the edges of his mouth curled up in a smile.

He decided he’d come back here every laundry day.

[Masterlist]

[brattywriters-anonymous]

A Night Off..

Erik x OC

Part three of “I’m Never Wrong” Series

Mini playlist: Moments Of Love x Art of Noise

It’s You x Kem

Share my Life x Kem

Night Off x Drake ft. Lloyd

You’ve been busy. Hella busy. Erik and you had Leanna September after that fateful Christmas, you married the following April, and two years later (before Leanna’s Moana Luau birthday celebration) you found out you were pregnant again. You gave birth to N’Juma That following summer and after being cleared to return to work you were swamped.  

You received the promotion for Managing Partner at your firm and you played the role of the Partner’s keepers. Even though you were glad about not having to see courtrooms unless deemed necessary, you now have to track their time at work and expenses on business cards, their vacation and sick time; Along with sitting in extraneous meetings with board members with their bottom line being the only thing they ever care about. You know you could quit at anytime. Your husband reminds you time and time again that he can take care of you, Lee, JuJu, and any other kids you plan on having single-handedly. 

Him being a prince and all, you were certain that he could. Momma just didn’t raise you to be nobody’s housewife. You love your children more than anything, and to a certain extent, you love your job, but after two months of going between Mommy and Senior Partner, F/N M/N Udaku, esq. needed a BREAK.

You came home on a Friday evening to find two ladies from the Dora Milaje on your front porch, you knew either Queen Mother, Shuri, or T’challa was behind the door. To your surprise, it was Shuri. You often used to joke to her that Leanna took a piece of Shuri’s personality because she always had a witty come back to her daddy’s sly comments, and they were as thick as thieves from the day she was born.

“Y/N! Hello!” Shuri stands up with your almost four year old in her arms. “Mommyyy!” Leanna yells out in glee. “Hey Lee Lee! Good evening Shuri! To what do we owe this pleasure your highness?” You suspiciously look at her and your daughter like they were up to no good, as you lay down your briefcase. Leanna looks around pursing her lips and says, “Mommy, I d-du-dunno what you talking about!” as she shakes her head. You grin at her adorable yet horrible attempt of lying, “Where’s Juju? Where’s daddy?” Speak of the killer prince..he shall appear. He emerges from the hallway, “Juju is knocked for the night. I gave him his bath fed him, and he went down for the count about fifteen minutes ago.” 

The first thing that catches your attention is his cologne. That Dolce & Gabana light blue for men gets you in trouble every single time. You slip out of your work shoes as you apprehensively question, “N’jadaka, What do you have up your sleeve?” Then you travel to your awake child, placing her on your hip, “What is daddy up to LeeLee?” She starts playing with her nails, “Daddy says he wants you to go with him!” Erik scoops you into his embrace, “Daddy needs you to shower up and get dressed. I got everything all laid out for you on the bed, and after we go where we go, I got a room reserved.” His cologne engulfs you into a hypnotized state as he briefly kisses you. You open your eyes to see Leanna covering hers. Shuri retrieves her, “I got some improvements I need to make on T’s suit, I need a little helper so we’re gonna go to the Stark Enterprises lab to do that..” You look back and forth between your husband, your cousin-in-law, and your child, “Well what about JuJu?” T’challa bends the corner from your guest bathroom, “It seems like I am on diaper and bottle duty tonight.”

You lay your arms lazily around Erik’s neck, “So daddy’s got it all figured out, hm?” N’jadaka nods, “Now go get dressed. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You get to your shared master room to see this two piece outfit with a pair of white pasties, and a white thong to match your husband’s two piece linen button up and matching pants. “Where does this nigga think I’m going looking like somebody’s stripper?” before you can go back in the foyer to protest, he’s already standing at the doorway, “You going with daddy tonight. Lookin’ like daddy’s personal stripper.” He stealth-like footsteps cruises his way over to you to give you a forceful smack on the ass, which got bigger thanks to carrying Juju.

 --

You hopped out of the shower, reluctantly put on the two piece and as you were buckling your shoes, your husband comes in to check on--sorry, rush you. “C’mon Y/N we need to get go--daaaaaammmn. Here baby, lemme help you with that.” He brushes down your calf with his fingertips, slipping on your shoe. “That’s too tight?” You shake your head, “Good.” He counts the hole in order to buckle the other shoe in the same manner, “I’m doing this for you because you need a night off.. Not being mommy, not being a lawyer, not being a home maker, nurse, none of that.” He finishes buckling the second shoe before kissing your foot, “The only thing you gotta be tonight is mine.” your breathing stops at his statement, then you nod. Letting him know you understand.

The drive to your destination was tranquil. Erik played the compilation of Moments of Love by Art of Noise, Kem’s It’s you, and Share my Life, Maxwell’s Lifetime.. it all put you in a mellow mood. He drove the entire way with his hand cascading your thigh, occasionally tapping it to whichever beat was playing. He puts the car in park in front of the club you first met at. When he ran you down, begging to take you on a date that he had to rob a museum in order to take you on.

You giggled and sank into the seat, “N’jadaka, really?” He nods, “Yeah baby. I figured i’d take you to where it all began.” This nostalgic feeling fell over you, remembering how he followed you around the lounge like a sick puppy, his dreads barely touching his neck back then. You give him a second glance, his dreads are now almost to the middle of his back, his nape; tapered. You lean into him, making out with your husband like you’re seventeen. The valet worker tapped on the window to snap you out of it.

--

Erik really planned that night out. He got a VIP section, got him a bottle of Hennessy prestige, and you a white bottle of Belaire Rose. The waitresses gave you both your appropriate glasses to drink your alcohol out of with a bucket of ice. Your husband kept attempting to roleplay, asking who you were with, “I’m with you, fool!” He then asked where your man was at, you pointed at him. You finally caught on when he asked for your name and number. You put on a corrupt grin, “Heaven. and I don’t think my man would like you asking for my number.” You were good and toasted by the time N’jadaka and you were playing a good game of back and forth, “Oh.. Well your man shouldn’t have left you alone.” The slow tempo of Drake’s A Night off sounds off in the club, “This is my jam!” Your man whispers to you, “See, why would your man leave you along while your song is playing? C’mon. At least dance with me.” You gulped down your fourth glass before taking the last sip out of your bottle, “Let’s go.”

Know you hate explaining how you want it done Just be quiet I'll do fine without your help girl Can you work without a second for some fun? Now you finally got a moment to yourself girl And I know what to do with it

You whine your lower half to his, your ass giggling at the end of every loop. He poured you one more drink for the night, some of his Hennessy, which you both took your glasses onto the dance floor. His free hand is alternating, between gripping your inner thigh, to grasping on both of your cheeks as your mirrored each break down of the beat. His eyes narrow as he bites down on his trembling lip, never letting his hand leave your body. As you feel his erection growing you grind against him even harder. He reaches underneath you to grip your breast, tweaking the skin underneath your pastie. You’re drunk at this point, so all you do in reaction is keep dancing and sticking your tongue out. He has you exactly how he wants you. Relaxed, drunk, and worked up.

So, baby, I'm a lock my door and disconnect my phone Cause I wanna make one thing clear 

I want you on top, so let your hair down I took the night off for you Girl, I'm gonna turn the lights off But keep your heels on They're fittin' for what we're about to do

He has a look on his face that you love to see, pure lust and astonishment. Just at you dancing for him.You look down at his hand with the vibranium wedding band you placed on it three years prior is shining even in the almost nonexistent club lighting. His thick fingers grabbing on you like you’ll dissolve at any moment.The Dj switches the song to Keith Sweat’s Nobody, N’jadaka gives you a shock, pressing his fingers against your abdomen, standing you straight up. Then he presses your lower back down so you can still arch against him, as you continue your slow whine.

I wanna tease you I wanna please you I wanna show you baby, that I need you I want your body 'til the very last drop I want you to holler when you want me to stop

N’jadaka’s hands are still roaming your frame. His lips are now brushing past and behind your ear, “So tell me baby, can I get a taste of Heaven?” His growl at the end of his statement mixed with the drinks and that damn cologne were all working against your self control. You literally leaked down your leg. You took your iced out left ring finger and placed it where your nectar was racing down and fed it to him, “Is that good enough?” He moaned as the liquid hit his tongue. He licked a strip behind your ear which makes you tremble against him, “Nah babygirl. Daddy wants more.” He presses down your back even more so you can bend back over. He gently smacks your ass, letting it jiggle back he looks to the Ancestral Plane as if he’s thanking Bast herself for that ass of yours.

You throw back what’s in your glass like it’s a shot and grab him by the collar, giving him the look that he’s been waiting on since you got out the house, “Let’s go...Now.”

Erik made a reserved a room at the Fairmont across the bay. There’s a jam on the Oakland Bay Bridge. That and the tented windows on your Cayenne which gives you the opportune moment to unbuckle your seat belt and jump on the man that’s been tempting you the entire night. His sex playlist going through the speakers didn’t make it any better.

I wanna touch you Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now We ain't gotta waste time going out on dates We ain't gotta count down till you come to my place We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) You ain't gotta waste time sending me roses They gon' die anyway, man that's just boring You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), you ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) you ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) 'Cause I want you right now

Your lips are fighting with his for dominance as you climb over to the drivers seat to straddle him. You rip about half of the buttons off of his shirt as your liquor tasting tongues tango. His hands smack against your ass over and over and over again, making you moan into him. Between kisses, while you’re trying to unbuckle his seat belt and his pants he mumbles two octaves lower than his normal voice, “Mmm.. So it’s like that?” You moan out over the music, “Yeah daddy, it’s like that.”  He finally shimmies out of his pants and simultaneously rips your thong and the crotch area of those fishnet pants. His primal side and the air hitting your center brings a shiver to your body and it continues as your lover submerges into you. 

You cry out, slightly in pain. You and N’jadaka have only made love a handful of times since your six week appointment after having N’Juma. Partially because he went on a two month wardog mission. He’d only came home a couple days ago, and you were so busy in mom mode when you weren’t in work mode and vice versa..you only snuck in a quickie when he first came home. So your healed body is still getting used to his girth again. What feels like a overwhelming pressure eventually morphs into the pleasure you remembered oh so well. You crouch your body to tuck in between his neck and chest as you ride him in the stop and go traffic. He’s basking in the spontaneity of it all, the suburban behind him is occasionally honking their horn at his delayed movement as traffic moves up. If they only knew what was distracting him.

The first of your many orgasms of the night surprises you. You didn’t feel it coming, until it came. Your body is convulsing on his and he holds you right where you are. You screamed his name as best as you could through it. He put the car in park and hoisted his hips to meet your bottom until you could move again. You slam down on him, “Mm mm. You don’t gotta do that. Let Heaven take care of you, daddy.” He smirks while looking at the creamy mess y’all created, “You sure?” You nod, “Yeah. I gotchu. That one caught me off guard.” You laugh together as you grind on him. You love when he’s deep in you, he knows it too. N’jadaka grips your hips as he bites down on your neck, coaching your movements. You move your head back, giving him more access as you feel the second orgasm arise. The head of his phallic member collided with that spot that makes you weak every time he hits it.

He huffs, “My baby cumming again huh?” You cry out yes, “I’m cumming too baby. Daddy gon make Heaven cum to him? Hmm?!” He rotates his hips around to tap it again.. and again... as he hits it the third time, your essence falls, in a trickling waterfall motion. You shriek in bliss as his motions don’t stop, neither does your orgasm.

The car behind you beeps again. Erik being the superman that he is, he put the car back in drive and moved up while still stroking you through what’s probably the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. You rest on him as he presses on the break, his leg slightly shook as he gritted his teeth. You looked at him, “I came. That asshole ruined it. But wait till I get ‘cho ass in that room. I’m really gon get a taste of heaven.” 

--

@chaneajoyyy @theunsweetenedtruth @hidden-treasures21

[ravenempress101]

Everybody pregnant in the whole United States after this look

[imaginesandideas]

No more scars

summary: Erik comes back from a mission. But that doesn’t make you any less worried about him.

WARNINGS: angst (and fluff) mentions of implied assassinations

word count: 1,698

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“Babe, I’m home!” You heard as your long gone boyfriend Erik entered your apartment. It’s been a few weeks since he left for yet another mission. Another mission you had known very little about. He always made sure to calm your nerves down by explaining why he had to go, and when would he be coming back. For you however, it was often a roller coaster of anxiety.

Soon after his first missions, you realized that he was a weapon. A very good one, but still a weapon. Killer machine.

Erik always assured you that he’d never kill a civilian, neither someone innocent. He’d always say that they deserved it, that their hands were drowning in the ocean of blood.

But were his hands any cleaner?

Your heart jumped as you heard his sweet voice again. No matter how strong and careful he was, you always worried about whether he was or wasn’t coming back home in one piece.

“Erik?” You stood up from where you were sitting and marched hurriedly to the hall.

“Well... were you expecting someone else who’d call you ‘babe’?” You run up to him and jumped up at your lover, holding onto his arms. He caught your hips, and placed your thighs around his waist kissing you. You felt the strong grip of his warm hands on your body, as you planted heated kisses all over his face. You sure had missed him.

“Darl, if you won’t stop now, I won’t be able to stop myself either. And frankly speaking I’m too tired to do so.” He panted out of breath and you sighed. Disappointed but with indulgence, you placed your head on his chest, closing your eyes. You’d missed his smell, so pepper-wooden like, his strong body holding you, his heartbeat. So similar to your own.

“Alright... but you have to make it up to me later.” You sent him a knowing look and he gripped your hips showing his golden canines and dimples you adored so much. The last thing you saw before heading to the kitchen, was his lust filled gaze. He followed you shortly, smiling to himself, his eyes never leaving you.

“It’ll be my pleasure.” He sure had missed you. Maybe even more than he thought he would.

“Are you injured?”

“Nah honey. I’m good. Just dying to eat your curry and get some sleep.” You laughed. No matter for how long he was gone, he always came back as the same man. Some scratches, maybe bruises but he was still his cheeky, flirtatious, always hungry self. For him, in that moment, with you he finally felt that he came back. He was at home.

~~~

You woke up feeling dizzy from all the booze you two drunk together, celebrating Erik’s comeback. It was early in the morning but you decided not to waste anymore time. You sat up, stretched a little and took a large sip of the water from the glass on your nightstand. As you were putting it back down trying to avoid making any noise, you looked at your peacefully sleeping lover. His dreadlocks, now freed from the braids, covered his face like a curtain. Nevertheless you still could see tiny scars on his body you did not notice yesterday in the light of the lamps. Morning sun yet again uncovered his sensitive side, his invisible to ones eye beauty, that you loved so much. He always acted to cocky, bulky even, when around other people. But it was the moments like that, which made him so special to you. His sensitivity, that very few people knew about.

You slowly dropped your gaze down his neck and naked chest. You smirked realizing that he most likely slept naked, as he often did.

Suddenly your eyes were pierced by something that made you feel worried. Something that you knew more than well, but you had hoped that they’d never spread.

The scars.

You knew what they meant. You knew what they were made of. And they were made of pain and blood. But not his own.

The last time you saw him, there was far less of them. Unintentionally you started to count, your fingers being mere inches from his skin, but stopped after your brain started to add numbers.

It was too much. Too much for you to take. Your hand moved away in fear.

“Good morning baby.” You didn’t even realize when he woke up, you were far too lost in your thoughts. And he was the reason.

“Erik... why?”

“Why what? Hun I just woke up, you gotta explain things slowly-“

“The scars.” His careless smile fainted in a matter of seconds. So you noticed. He was hoping that he’ll be able to explain himself first, before you would uncover the truth. He knew it was coming, and then his plan went all to dust. He sat up on the bed, hands found their way to his face, rubbing all over it nervously. Then his hands dropped almost helplessly.

“I know what you’re thinking...”

“Then tell me, please.” You crossed your arms on your chest, he only sighed deeply and continued.

“But you know me, and you know I wouldn’t kill, if I didn’t have to. They were all criminals, they stole, they fought on the wrong side, they had sold their souls.”

“And you were the one to judge whether they deserved to die or not?”

“It’s not like this.”

“It’s never like this!” You shouted trembling. Words weren’t enough to express what was going through your mind. Was it really so hard for him to understand why you cared do much? You could only wish your words could describe the way you felt, maybe then he’d get it.

“Listen...” you gripped his hands as you spoke. “I only care about you. You’re the one I’m worried about when you’re away. I’m trying to understand your actions, I really do, but you’re on your way to make yourself a criminal. Just like them. A murderer. Assassin who forgets his own soul once he goes on a mission. I don’t want you to be like that.” You cupped his face contently and looked into his eyes. This small gesture made him realize that you truly meant your words. He was in love with you since the day one, but never like this. It was obvious that you cared for him, otherwise you wouldn’t have stayed with him for so long, he thought. But he didn’t think that anyone could love him so much, so genuinely. He had been feeling so lonely for such a long time. He had to take care of himself so early, and then you came into his troubled life, giving him everything that he had been denied in his life. Most importantly - unconditional love. You loved and respected him like no one else did.

Just as much as he loved you.

“I mean it.” You moved dreadlocks away from his face to look into his eyes directly, to get his full attention. No more hiding, no more secrets. “You’re destroying your soul... for what? For money? For revenge? For justice?”

“For you.” You gaped in shock. You sat down as if the whole energy vanished from your body. He reached for your hands. „For your safety. I always felt like.. if I’m gonna miss the opportunity, I may loose you. That if I ain’t kill, they may come to our home and take you from me. I had it once in my life. Never again.”

“Erik...” you stared at him agitated. A small tear formed in the corner of his eye, as he spoke. Your fingertips gently stroked his cheeks, as your thumb brushed away the teardrop. Confident, cheeky Erik was gone. In front of you kneeled Erik you thought you’ve lost long time ago, before he got so engaged in inflicting justice. You wrapped your arms around his head and held him close to your chest. His own arms held you tightly against him. In a way, he expressed his feelings through his touch - affectionate yet possessive. He cared for you so much, he just couldn’t let you go. You let your fingers slip through his hair as he caressed your back. It was a warm embrace that you both had missed.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“And I love you too _____.” You pulled back, freeing his form so both of you could come back to your previous positions, while still holding his hands.

“Please promise me that there will be no more scars.” He sighed looking down.

“I can’t.”

“Then release me from this load. I’m not you Erik. It’s not my burden, it’s not my cause.”

“I can’t!” He almost shouted but his voice was broken. “I can’t loose you.”

“You just did.”

His eyes were closed until he felt the emptiness in his hands, and the shifting of the mattress beneath him. You were close to the door when you heard

“Okay, you’re right! If that’s what you want, then there’ll be no more scars. I promise. Just please come back... don’t go _____, I’m sorry... for all of this.” You turned around in the direction of the bed where he was sitting on the edge. His eyes locked with yours, waiting for you to speak.

It felt like hours, communicating without any word, a silent apology and a promise laying in his pupils. He was a grown, large man but in the moment he was as vulnerable as a child.

He suddenly stood up, wearing just his boxers and held his hand out for you to take it. You walked up to him slowly, carefully to grip his shaking hand without breaking both the silence and connection between your eyes.

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

And you kissed him, sealing the promise he swore to keep. The passion within you awakened, increasing the fire that never stopped burning since the day you met. None of you could see the future, but that moment, that day, has changed a lot for both of you. You had hope. Finally, after so many sleepless nights. Your hope was alive.

And it was hope for the better.

~~~~~

[Comments, ideas and words of notice are always appreciated 💜]

[erikismybitch]

Homecoming

Some short fluff that I wrote on my lunch . Erik might come home from Afghanistan .

May 1, Homecoming 2018: Afghanistan , base 08973

“We welcome you to Davis-Morgan Air Force base . Troops will land at approximately 10:30 am.”

You stood amongst the sixty seven other families on the field , they had gotten the same letter as you . They all stood together , happily , holding signs and little babies . You were there alone, holding nothing but a small bag of Ms.Fields snickerdoodle cookies . Last month, when you last talked to him , he told you it was what he missed most besides you . Your eyes scanned all over the sky, looking for a plane . An informant let all of you know that the planes were running late . Landing time had passed long ago, so at any moment you would lay your eyes on your soldier .

“Come on , Erik” you whispered to yourself . Both nervous and eager to see him. Will he be the same , you wondered . Will his brain be healthy? Will all of his limbs still be intact ?

“Is this your first homecoming?” A lady to the left asked you . She reminded you of your mother . She was clearly standing with her husband and the wife of a troop .

“This is my second, you?” You asked her, after offering her a warm smile .

“I’m here for my son, but his father was in the military too , so this is nothing new to me “ she said . She moved closer to you , and placed her hand on your forearm .

“I’m here for my boyfriend . It’s just me and him. No family “ you replied , she gripped your arm , as if she was offering you her condolences .

“No family at all, baby?” Her age was showing in the way she talked .

“Just us, it’s been just us for a while “

It was true , you both had no family . Somehow the stars aligned and matched you two together . Like destiny . You had never loved anyone more than him, and he with you .

The first plane landed, it was a small aircraft . Around twenty soldiers deplaned. The family next to you spotted their loved one and rushed to him . You watched him embrace his wife, before anyone else . You smiled slightly , and wrapped your arms around your body. Awaiting the moment when Erik would do the same .

He wasn’t on that plane . The second one either . To you, it seemed to be all the soldiers . No more families were waiting, like you . You tried your hardest to hold on to the small ounce of hope you had left .

Some of these men returned with broken bones . You even saw a few missing limbs . If Erik came to you now, in a wheelchair , you would still take him home proudly . He was your own personal super hero . When he was in Afghanistan, he sent letters . Never once did he complain about the corruption and murder . He never wanted you to worry , his letters were filled with promises to make it home to you .

“Where are you baby ?” You bit your lip . It had began to quiver . More families were starting to clear out . The black family that was next to you , left long ago .

Your feet would not move, they stayed solid on the ground . You looked to the sky, praying that magically , another plane would appear . “What the hell!” Your voice cracked . One tear streamed down your cheek. After that, the rest began to follow .

“Is there a Y/N here!” You heard someone shout , you followed the voice . In the distance , you could see a man walking towards you . He was a soldier , but the metals that clung to his suit coat let you know he worked for the military . In his hand, he held a small piece of paper .

“Oh my god, is he dead!” You screamed as you locked eyes with the gentleman . He had now figured out who you were .

“Are you Y/N, here for Erik Stevens?” He asked.

“Is he dead?” You asked again, cringing at the thought of “yes” being his answer . You looked at the paper in his hand . “Is that his death note, are you on a grim task?”

You lost balance , and slightly fell back . He caught you , helping you on to your feet . “No, he’s not dead . Please , try to relax “

He held your back , you let out a breath of relief. “Where is he, why are you here “ you worried .

“He’s right there” the gentleman pointed to the direction of the sky . You could hear the humming of a jet engine . Soon, in the distance you spotted a small white plane . The white exhaust trailing behind the tail . “He’s flying that plane “ he said .

A feeling of bliss swooned over you , as you watched the love of your life spell out the words “Will You Marry Me?” Across the sky.

“Is he fucking serious right now!” You beamed .

He was your best friend.

He was your heart .

He was your weird .

He was you up, never your down.

Most of all , he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with .

The tears kept coming as you watched Erik land the plane safely . You jumped in anticipation . The door opened, Erik slid from the inside . You bolted full speed onto the runway. Erik took off his aviator mask and threw it on the ground . He opened his arms, ready to lift you into his warm embrace .

“Wassup?” He cheesed as you jumped into his arms , covering his face with kisses . He laughed and pulled back . “You ready to be my wife or what ?“ he gently wiped the tears from your face .

“Yes!” You cried out, buring your wet face onto his shoulder.

“I love you so much , you the only thing that I got” he mumbled , fighting back tears himself . He placed you back on your feet, your hand was placed in his .

“This is forever , you and I ?” You glanced at him, he brought your palm up to his face and kissed it .

“Forever and a day”

The two of you walked off the runway, onto the field and into the sunset . Anticipating a wonderful life together as husband and wife .