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Shimmerwriter Master List 

You can also find me on AO3 as shimmer_writer. The fandoms that I am writing in will change, but the majority of my work is: Marvel, DBZ (on shimmerwriter_dbz), and DC. I plan to add more as my interests change (and may potentially add new blogs for specific content). All of my writings have NSFW warnings for adult situations, so adults only! 

This Masterlist is updated as of November 14, 2020. 

Last Update: 09/06/2020

Works include: 

M’Baku (Black Panther)

Erik/Killmonger/N’Jadaka (Black Panther)

Gabe Wilson (US)

Abraham (US)

Hawk (Spenser Confidential)

A/N: Woohoo! New story alert! This is a M’Baku x Mutant OC story. Enjoy!

Warning: Slow burn, slight angst

Summary: Princess Asha is the reclusive third child of King T’Chaka and Queen Ramonda. Happy and content with isolation, which helps her hide her darkest secret, she lives her life in the shadows. However, after a series of tragic events, she meets an equally reclusive chief, who makes her question everything. 

Word count: 8,105

Masterlist

“You are not cold?” Ross whispered as they were escorted through unknown territory. He eyed her and her body suspiciously, noting the lack of a Border Tribe blanket huddled around her petite shoulders like the rest of small group of refugees. She rolled her eyes, still unclear as to how her brother’s friend even became apart of all of this. She supposed she could not even call him a friend. He saved Nakia, so T'Challa saved him, then Nakia saved him again and he somehow got roped into this new tragedy. She shook her head, trying not to think about him, trying to postpone her grief. They had a job to do. 

Warnings: none

A/N: my mind was allll over the place with this chapter

Word Count: 2,400

The clearing was silent but for the buzz and hum of insects. The air seemed static, both still and ever-moving. The trees overhead hardly moved; the leaves hardly rustled. As the three of you stood huddled in your wraps, the crowd of senior Dora Milaje circled you and joined hands. Their low voices sounded in unison. A susurrating prayer to Bast beseeching her fierce protection and prophetism. As the prayer continued, Hana pulled you all in close, foreheads touching. Eyes closed, you murmured the words as they had been taught to you. 

This is it.

The conclusion of your hours of training. The endless nights poring over volumes and texts. The bruises, strained muscles, scuffs and scrapes. The dream you had held tightly on to in the core of your being. Very soon, you would no longer be new initiates but fully-realized Dora Milaje. A part of the fold.

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Black Panther #Cosplay by  Cutiepiesensei Cosplay

Cosplayer instagram / facebook / tumblr

Get the comics here

Warnings: Slow Burn, angst

Word Count: 10,181

A/N: We are stuck inside with nothing to do… figured I would pass the time with writing. Enjoy! 

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

“That was a productive meeting, yes?“ She asked the stoic man next to her as she gathered the mess of documents in front of her. Her eyes closed briefly as exhaustion from a day’s worth of meetings settled in her bones. She desired nothing more than to fall into bed and take a nap before her call with her brother to recap the day.

Summary: finally, a conversation off-script

Warnings: a cuss word or two, angst? def conflicted feelings

The afternoon was spent in the dormitory library. Yourself and your co-initiates pored over volumes of tales of war, weaponry, and biographies of Dora Milaje passed. Such subjects normally held your attention. Study was your favorite aspect of training. Naturally, combat and fitness were exciting. Ayo and Okoye had many creative ways of crafting even the greenest of initiates into a well-rounded warrior. Still, there was something alluring about the age-old tales held within the shelves of the library. The knowledge was seemingly endless. And with the nation now more receptive to outsiders, new information was readily available.

So, why can’t I focus?

my favorite brotp meme [1/?]: