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𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆  𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened  'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below

❥ 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ❥ || || ❥ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥

A/N: 👋🏾Hi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf 💕✨

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. You’d begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.

It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.

At least somewhat.

You hadn’t really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.

You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.

As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.

You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, it’s only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.

A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”

Namor with Shuri is objectively not "romanticized abuse" for two simple facts.

1. they did not have a personal, domestic relationship violence between them.

2. it was under the flag of war (impersonal). It was politics.

While we are at it, this is what the creatives said about their scenes in Talokan! No "manipulation" or "using" Shuri here as claimed. I recommend consulting the actual creators (credible firsthand sources) who know what the hell they are talking about instead of an opinionated fan article.

If you call Namor Shuri's "abuser" or deem shipping them "romanticized abuse," you don't know what abuse is. You are not only being disingenous, but misunderstanding-weaponizing terms and taking away the gravity of them. All over shipping.

Namor did not "abuse" Shuri or is her "abuser," but his actions did hurt Shuri. Regardless if he meant it personally or not. Regardless of his "reasons" or it being war, he still was wrong and caused mass destruction resulting in too much casualties. He also should atone. That is a point worth discussing.

Rather than, you know — spreading harmful misinformation or misconstruing what abuse is and shitting on the narrative of Wakanda Forever (because you don't like a ship or want anyone else to like it)... You can just be normal and say you don't like the ship because of valid reasons such as he killed her mom and waged war against her nation (for starters).

More about Namor's character you people love to butcher (yet you claim to love and have "media literacy"):

AN; this is lowkey an old scrap i abandoned it's veryyy short unfortunatelyyy

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ᨖ - before you two got married, she constantly reminded you that you two would be.

"i dunno, i just feel like im outgrowing my apartment."

"when you're my wife, you can just move into the palace with me."

"this is a nice ring!"

"i've got a ring for you."

"shuri can we-"

"get married? well yes."

ᨖ - on your wedding day she cried. a lot. like, as soon as she finished her vows, she broke down.

to be fair, she knew from the moment you two first kissed, you'd be her person. she'd been waiting for you for 5 years. yes she was esteemed royalty of a global superpower, meaning she practically had it all, however, finally getting to marry the girl of her dreams meant she truly had her everything.

ᨖ - after 2 years of marriage, you were sick of your apartment. she offered you countless times to move to wakanda and into the palace. it was wildly tempting. you'd been before, and you loved it. the walls, floors, and ceilings were clad in vibranium and gold and several other precious elements you weren't smart enough to make out, and it was huge. maybe even too huge, you thought.

maybe too huge to start your own life like you dreamed of. too huge to humbly raise a child in. and shuri understood.

so she bought you a house, careful not to spend too much (though you know she had the money).

ᨖ - the topic of children came up quite a bit as you two grew together.

"what would we name him?"

"why does it have to be a him?"

she rolled her eyes and grinned. "what would we name it?"

"it?"

"Nkosazana, please."

truth be told, you didn't wanna carry shit, especially if it wasn't shuri's.

so, you two adopted a beautiful baby girl.

ᨖ - it was love at first sight for shuri. from the second she held your baby girl, even before it was decided, that was her daughter.

she cried when you two brought her home, she cried buying diapers and binkies, she cried watching you hold her. she was so passionately in love with the life she was creating with you.

ᨖ - she hated being separated from her girls. there were times when she had to go home to wakanda, and she would spend any sliver of free time she had to facetime you, to see her family.

"how's home? we miss you!"

"i miss you more, love. where is the baby?"

ᨖ - when baby girl started school, she dropped her off in the talon fighter on her first day. every first day after that, she did the same.

you were opposed at first; you wanted a normal life for your daughter. you wanted a normal life period. but you can't have that when you're married to shuri udaku.

"we have a BMW in the driveway. that's cool enough, shuri."

she pouted. "not as cool as the talon fighter."

you groaned at her puppy dog eyes, the ones that you could never say no to. "just this once."

(it was not just that once)

ᨖ - as the years went by, you gave up on being normal. it would never really be normal to be a wife of wakandan royalty, so why try?

you let her buy you all the fancy things you would've immediately told her to put back. you flew to wakanda with her and baby girl often. you even considered moving there, but you'd still never let yourself.

ᨖ - it surprised shuri when you started saying yes to things, but once she had the green light, she spoiled you and baby girl like it was her life purpose.

"let's go to bora bora."

"okay, let's do it."

"baby plea-" she paused. " ..what did you say?"

after that, it was a new dress every week, a vaction every few months, and the talon fighter outside of your job.

"shuri, what the hell?"

"just get in, Nkosazana."

ᨖ - though shuri spoiled baby girl, you had also taught her to remain humble and kind.

her hair was always adorable, her clothes looked like baby gucci, but she was the sweetest and most giving kid you two had ever seen.

however, unbeknownst to you, shuri taught her to kick ass.

one day, as you and shuri were picking her up from school, you saw some discourse between two students outside.

"give me back my lunchbox!" one boy yelled. the other blew him a raspberry and took off left, but didn't make it more than a few steps before tripping and falling on his face.

at the scene of the crime was baby girl, her small leg stuck out, and hands behind her back. she kicked the boy once more before snatching up the lunchbox and returning it to its rightful owner.

"i did that," shuri said as she looked over to you with a grin.

NEPTUNE, I LOVE YOU ! RIRI WILLIAMS

surfer!riri williams x surfer!plus size-fem!reader

genre(s) - one-shot, fluff, established relationship

description - spending sweet time with your girlfriend at the beach, it really doesn’t get any better than that.

warning(s) - profanity, fluff, kissing, pda, food mention, pet name (baby, ri), reader is jamaican in this

word count - 1.8k

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THE BREEZE HITS AGAINST your skin as your sandals and legs become covered with the sand. The bass from the music playing from a bar and grill across the beach mixes with other music from locals riding their bikes or driving their cars. You inhale the strong scents of the ocean and grilled food, turning your head to the right as you hear Riri’s stomach growl.