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Sorry y'all, more snippets ahead. RL makes demands and I have to make some tough decisions/moves. Long story short, I need to calm my nerves, mind and muscles after a super challenging week... With ultimatums and triggers. Thanks for being patient with me. I'll bounce back in due time. So here's a look ahead...

Official posting TBA

Marcus:

Erik (after haircut):

Troy:

Car:

*****

"Yo! Marcus, wait up man!"

The bigger man sighed heavily. "What do you want now? And no, I'm not interested in your bomb plan."

"It's not like that. I need your help with something different."

M'Baku, in his disguise, crossed his arms. "Okay, what is it? And make it quick."

"Best barber in town?"

Marcus narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

Erik huffed. "Listen. There's this chick who wouldn't leave me alone. She's… strange. A serial stalker, and I often wonder what her intentions are."

Marcus smirked, then cocked an eyebrow. "So? Solve it."

Agitated, Erik crossed his arms. "How? How am I supposed to be okay with this? The very first day we crossed paths, she tried touching my locs. Stole my glasses once, too. I cannot stand the idea of letting her get too close."

"Your problem, not mine. Where's Troy?"

Erik rolled his eyes. "T'Challa ain't home. Can I get your best barber's number, please?"

"But what about the Royal family in Wakanda?"

"It'll grow back. I just need to get rid of this distraction of hers."

Marcus retrieved a pen and paper from his jacket and scribbled. "Good luck. I'm about to be late for study hour."

Erik bit back a chuckle. "Relax man," he said as he took the paper. "At least you get to be sent out here as a spy. Us two have to study."

Marcus chuckled. "I already graduated, silly. Good luck, though."

~•~•~

It's been nice crossing paths with Marcus, but there are more pressing issues at hand.

You.

Erik made it out of the barbershop and spotted Troy Clue in his convertible.

"So where are we headed?" his cousin asked.

"Make it Jugo Juice or Tim's. I'm starved!"

Troy revved the engine to hide the loud growl in his own stomach. "Actually, Boston Pizza has special discounts today. Let's see what they've got."

Erik smirked. "All that fattening stuff? Really, Cuz? I could've sworn your Pops has a vendetta with them."

By now, they were already on the go.

"But Uncle said it's cool, especially when we're with a group of people."

Erik looked around. "And, where is this group?"

"At school. That's why I'm headed in that direction first."

Erik sighed. "As long as we don't see that stalker, I'm good."

Troy made a knowing glance. "You sure? I mean, I've been tracking her IP address for a while and she's spent the previous night Google searching your name."

"What time was that?"

"Around 1:30am. Straight from her dorm room."

Erik's mouth opened and closed when his phone dropped from his hand.

"I know it sounds crazy, but-"

"How do we keep her away from Wakanda? I know that piece of information remains hidden from the world, but this entire situation is giving me trust issues. When it's my turn, I want to open Wakanda's borders and put a stop to the atrocities Black people experience... But she presents a frickin' setback!"

Troy cocked an eyebrow. "Ahem. We won't know until we fight for the mantle. Regardless of who wins, I will gladly open Wakanda's borders. However..."

As they pulled up at the parking lot, Troy gave Erik a stern look.

"What makes you think she's more powerful than you? Powerful enough to ruin your leadership, or chances of success? You've always been the smart one."

Erik's eyes lit up. "Hol' up, Cuz. I got it."

"A solution I presume?"

"Nah... Even better." A triumphant smirk brightened his features. "It requires grit, but I'll need your help on this one."

"Oh?"

"Let's order some pizza and all that good stuff, host a party at our luxury dorm, and..."

Troy tried his hardest not to laugh. "And?"

"Don't laugh!" Erik snapped. "It's time to concentrate. Or else I'll tell the others back home why Shuri's better than you!"

"Okay, okay! So what is this game plan?"

Erik bit back a chuckle, grabbed his cousin by the collar and whispered his vile ideas in his ear. Troy's eyes lit up, followed by a low whistle and pulled away.

"You're sure about this?"

"Let's get to it."

Erik unbuckled his seat and stepped out of the car; confidence accentuated his every move as he headed into the restaurant. Troy's fingers tapped the steering wheel.

"Bast, what did I get myself into?"

Knock knock.

Troy looked up to see an agitated Erik pointing towards Boston Pizza. How'd he get there so fast? Unbuckled from his seat, he stepped out and shut the door.

"Aye, chill out man," said Erik, surprisingly calm, tapping Troy's shoulders. "At the end of the day, I have the end goal here. Now let's keep it casual until then - or else I'll give Shuri a boost. And she gets to rule over you for a year."

Now an agitated Troy chased a mischievous Erik into Boston Pizza. Talk about role reversal.

*****

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To the fandom for being alive!

To the ladies who write fics and headcanons with Black characters and/or Black readers.

To the people who hyped up "Wakanda Forever!" on the movie's Official release, representing their roots.

To the people who chose to stay after the movie's Official release, and revive the Fandom since the 90s BET Black Panther series was cut short.

To the many "camps" in Fandom... T'Challa's Kingdom, M'Baku's Mountains, Shuri's Lab, N'Jadaka's Kingdom, Nakia's Secret Spy Agency, Jabari Tribe Warriors, Dora Milaje/War Dog Trainees (I see y'all)... Regardless of who your favourite characters are, you're the reason this fandom continues to thrive!

A special mention for those who do fanart and graphics as well. Love and appreciate y'all!

We've made history! This is the first Superhero movie in the MCU to get multiple nominations for The Oscars!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

In my full experience so far, the best version of the Black Panther fandom exists right here on Tumblr! We don't bite! Congratulations to all who were nominated and/or won via @theblackpantherawards - and those who have provided healthy outlets, encouragement and prayers throughout last year. Let's keep the positive energy alive, yes?👍🏾♥️🤗

Time for part 2… Rated K+. Erik is a baby and this fic is intended to be fun. No major warnings apply, although there's some fluff ahead. Hope you enjoy it!

*Part 1*

**Disclaimer still applies**

*******

It's been twenty minutes since the stubborn, lost prince touched what he shouldn't have. Now his Golden Jaguar necklace was too big. Shuri had removed it and carried him to the medical bay nearby.

The wails had ended, for now. The toddler bounced as his cousin sat him on the examination table.

“Okay, let's see.” Shuri had removed his oversized royalty sweater. She made a mental note to shop for clothes his size until she finds a suitable solution to turn him back to normal.

Next, she removed his kimoyo beads from his wrist and placed them in a drawer with his other belongings. A royal blue blanket with gold trimmings now kept a cooing, curious Erik calm. His wide eyes glimmered as they shifted about.

★We Built This City series★

Mystery Shopper? ((Erik-centric)) (for @wakanda-inspired) *Teaser*|*Official* 13+

We Built This City (multipart) eventual Redeemed!Erik + T'Challa *Teaser 1*|*Teaser 2*§∆ *1*2*3*4*5*6*7*8*9*10*11*12*13*14*15*16*17*18|AO3 version ∆§₱ 18+

Baby Jaguar Hype! (Baby!Erik, T'Challa+Shuri) (for @chaneajoyyy and @allhailnjadaka ) (1)₱ | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | AO3 | Pillowfort 1*2*3*4*5*6*7 | WordPress 1*2*3*4*5*6*7 K+ (Please be advised there's a brief smut mention in Part 1)

★Crawl Into Your Sleep series★

The Meet and Greet (oneshot) = M'Baku x Muse (for @muse-of-mbaku) *Teaser 1*|*Teaser 2*|*Official* 13+

Crawl Into Your Sleep (multipart) = Erik x Reader, M'Baku x Muse, T'Challa x Reader *Teaser 1*|*Teaser 2*|*Teaser 3*|Part 1 (Official) *2*3*4*5*6*7*8*9*10*11*12*13*14*15*16*17*18*19*20*21*22| Pillowfort link 1 | WordPress| AO3 version ₱∆ 16+

Angel In Disguise (oneshot) = Erik x Reader, M'Baku x Reader∆§₱ *Teaser*|*Official* 18+

Amethyst Necklace (oneshot) = Erik x Reader∆ Official | AO3 | Pillowfort | WordPress // With Love, From Wakanda for @purple-apricots and @hoopshoney \\ 16+

★Multiparts★

M'Baku’s Insane Adventures = M'Baku x OC, Evil/Pesky!T'Challa + Erik, Ayo x OC, shortlived Okoye x W'Kabi, tricky!Shuri § *Teaser 1*|*Part 1* (short, and somewhat angsty)§|*2*3*4*5*6*7|AO3 version 13+

Yawn Instead… = Erik x Reader (for @naomi-shambles and @ljstraightnochaser )₱ *Part 1*|*Part 2*| *Part 3*|*Part 4*|*Interludes*| AO3 version 18+

Umdlalo (M'Baku Wins) (1) (2) 13+

Tumblr After Dark Radio Show (featuring T'Challa, M'Baku and Erik) (1) 18+

★One Shots★

Social Media Woes = Erik x Reader (for @supersizemeplz)₱ *Teaser*|*Official* 16+

★Broken 4th Wall★

Disruptive Musings (Parts 1 & 2) 18+

More Disruptive Munsense (M'Baku Wins)

Trifling Munsense

When Adulting Sucks (M'Baku and Erik)

Disruptive Munsense - Hidden Episode (Erik & T'Challa)₱ 18+

Disruptive Munsense (Erik is RUDE!)

★HeadCanons★

Erik Stevens as a High School Teacher (Part 1) 16+

★Crossovers★

Death Returns (BP/GW Crossover) 18+

★Crossover HeadCanon★ (MCU/OUAT)

Upcoming Posts (to Tumblr, Pillowfort, AO3 and WordPress)

1) Team Up! (Shuri + Spider-Man) *WBTC*

2) Fight, Flight or Freeze? (Implied T'Challa x Nakia & past Erik x Linda) *WBTC*

3) Life Is a Parable (3 installments) = T'Challa + Erik, N'Jobu x OC, T'Chaka x Ramonda, Okoye x W'Kabi, Erik x Linda, T'Challa x Nakia, Shuri + Peter, M'Baku x OC, Erik x OC, T'Challa x OC, M'Baku + T'Challa (+ Erik) ₱§∆||Lost Sheep (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)|Lost Coin (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10) | Prodigal Princes (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)

LIaP HeadCanons => Waking Up In September | Betrayal | Familial Murmurs | “I will always find you!”

4) Disruptive Munsense (BP part 4)

5) Maintain the Lie (T'Challa’s POV). For @bribrisback *LIaP*

6) Growing Up Wakanda (Headcanon set)

7) CrazySexyCool Spin-off (Erik, T'Challa and M'Baku listen to TLC's album and have a debate) *CIYS*

8) Spice Up Your Life (starring Okoye, Nakia, Shuri and Ramonda) **Women's History Month Special**

∆ = Violence | § = Angst | ₱ = Smut

Inspiration struck out of nowhere... Power sleep time!

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Panther.

Rated M (for brief smut mentions and swearing)

Summary: One surprise move changes everything...

~°~°~

“You're the meanest person ever!”

“And?”

“I don't give a damn about Kelendria.”

“Why?”

“Could you not, ask me all these jacked up questions?”

“But asking is essential to learning-”

“NO IT'S NOT! JUST SHUT-UP!”

“And I thought you were the smart one.”

One punch from Erik struck the glass beaker on the table. The scientists and lab technicians had paused their duties and looked, while a medic rushed to the begrudged prince's aid.

“Please relax, Sire,” she said as she examined Erik's bruised hand. “I don't want this to get any worse.”

Erik smiled at the chocolate lady who acted and thought fast; one glance at T'Challa hardened his features, crestfallen. His eyes burned. Without taking his focus from his cousin, he leaned in and whispered in the medic's ear.

“If you make this any faster, I'll give you some good rewards,” he drawled.

The medic raised her eyebrow and applied the bandages, paying no mind to Erik's advances. “All done,” she said. She'd put her things together and headed out as Erik eyed her backside and cocked her eyebrow.

“Hard to get, no surprise.”

“She's a lesbian. You can't win.”

T'Challa's triumphant smirk was short-lived when Erik's left hook connected with his cheek. Landing against the wall, another medic rushed in with Shuri trailing behind her. The princess shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Really? You too should be over this right now. She was never your types to begin with.”

“M'Baku won that bet this time around,” said T'Challa. “I just wanted Erik to get over it.”

“They've fucked in the shower. Why would I be cool with that?” Erik shook his head at first. The memory of, sounds, M'Baku being the powerful gorilla he is, giving that lady all the orgasms the world could offer…

His thoughts were interrupted by a short boy who applied blue paste to an injured baby penguin. The abrasions on its chest and left foot vanished in a matter of seconds. Erik sauntered over to the young scientist, snatched the container, ripped off his bandages and applied some to his cuts…

“N'Jadaka!” T'Challa snapped.

“Did you just take the serum?” Shuri asked with a hint of worry.

“Yeah, and how's that supposed to work?” Erik asked with disdain.

Shuri heaved a sigh and crossed her arms. “Erik, you should've skipped that thing.”

“Skip? Ain't no need for that. My hand feels better again, which means I can beat the living daylights out of this clown.”

“You're gonna shrink, Sir,” the chubby boy said.

“I'm gonna what?”

“Shrink into a-”

Erik disregarded the young scientist with a wave and stormed over to T'Challa, fist in the air. “Lemme beat hi-”

Poof!

T'Challa, Shuri, and all the other scientists looked down in  shock and disbelief.

“Oh dear…”

“What now?”

Little cute hands gripped on T'Challa's sandals, lightly punching and slapping his toes. T'Challa knelt down to pick him up, but the little one slapped his hands away and wailed.

Looks like another adventure in Wakanda...

~iza kuqhubeka~

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Half of this preview is inspired by this post. So fasten your seatbelts...

*Disclaimer still applies*

This preview is Rated E (18+). Loads of heavy sexual references occur. Underage readers are not permitted to read this.

As always, let me know if you want to be tagged or not (for the official release).

“Hey babe! We're off to Zana Mall. You still comin’ through or nah?”

You chuckled. “Of course I'm still in.”

As you departed from the bus, your friend Naija ran and jumped into your arms. Smothered in your mutual glees, spinning like a carousel, it's been too long. That's why her text had surprised you earlier. Excited as she was to see you (since your internship began), another face had caught your eye.

Rocking a haircut with a mohawk-like wave in the middle, all in kinky twists. He wore a black tank top, deep blue jeans and held his matching blue jacket behind him. His deep chocolate complexion accentuated in the late afternoon sun; evidence of his muscles filled his arms and shoulders with grace.

Then you remembered - Naija knew how to hook up rather quickly. Being a social butterfly contributed to this occurrence.

“Sorry, excuse my manners,” you said. After your brief introduction, he did the same.

“Trevante,” he replied with a firm, friendly handshake. “It's nice meeting you. I grew up in America, but my parents are natives to Wakanda. So I've decided to pay them a long, overdue visit. They moved back since King T'Challa returned to the throne.”

“That's awesome!”

~°~°~

Erik had trotted thirty steps behind you. He’d never missed a beat. You're easy to read like a book.

At this time, you, Naija and Trevante ran around with bags of clothes. As you all made way to the bookstore, Erik pulled up his phone and sent the following text message:

What do men and chairs share in common?

Good seating.

Get that pussy ready for tonight's grand opening. - E

Erik smiled. Someone will be taught some real manners soon. He sent another text message to T'Challa, asking where to buy some handcuffs, gags, duct tape, whips and poppers. Glory to Bast! An instant reply with the name of the store and a map of Zana Mall activated in his kimoyo beads.

“I owe you one, Cuz,” Erik muttered as he made his way to the sex shop upstairs.

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A feature presentation: With Love, From Wakanda (hosted by @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots ). This is my *headdesk* late *headdesk* submission. I'm steadily getting my life back, so all hope is not lost. This is based on the Crawl Into Your Sleep series (there's a time jump). Hope you all enjoy it.

“Are we on a date right now?” (Prompt #4)

Rated M (for brief mentions of violence and attempted assault)

Disclaimer: Black Panther belongs to Marvel. I don't own the other fandom that's mentioned, either.

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It's been ten weeks since you've crossed paths with Erik. The first few moments were random, albeit sudden - you still couldn't believe how well that first shopping trip went. The instant messages on your school D2L account, the anxious coffee shop meetup, and a fierce ride in his Mercedes-Benz to hit up the mall did things to you. For the record, his swagger switched your senses on no matter how many times you've tried to avoid it.

The way he'd given Dresden a beatdown, accompanied with his “evil twin” Adonis and fellow trainee Viktor… three versus five grimy trifles had presented a gut wrenching experience. You didn't watch the scene, but the terrifying sounds of breaking bones and curdling screams had prompted a random witness to call the cops, since your trifling ex had the audacity to confiscate your phone. Yet, he had intentions to do a gangbang train on you, so in a sense, it’s a great thing Erik and his entourage appeared on the scene before your ex’s friends had a chance to rip your jeans off at the library parking lot.

~°~°~

Erik also had a strange way of blocking thirsty traps on multiple social media accounts you own, especially Instagram and Facebook. The ladies who interfered with him, M'Baku and T'Challa were also blocked in a flash, and they came banging on your door this one fateful night. Half of them were another set of thirst traps from school; a combination of Churchians and R. Kelly sympathizers. You weren't in the mood for their bull, and proceeded to call the cops when your speed dial activated at the press of nine.

“What's going on?” Erik had asked, the racket downstairs noticeable. His voice never failed to melt you, but there were troubling matters at hand.

“Some angry ladies from school, they're at my house, armed with baseball bats and knives…”

“Okay, don't panic!” He commanded. “Remember that amethyst necklace I bought you two weeks ago?”

You've raised an eyebrow when shattered glass is heard from the living room.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“Put it on, and don't forget the mace!”

You did as he told. The beautiful gem hung low on your bust. “So, what difference would a necklace make?”

You could sense Erik's smirk. “Make an X with your arms.”

“An X, what for?”

“Y/N, you don't wanna die! I'm all the way on the opposite side of the city, and it’ll take me an hour to physically reach you. So do as I say, okay?”

Another glass shatter, and the door bangs are even louder and pronounced. Expletives that attacked your character were heard with more clarity.

“Do you believe in Wakanda?” Erik probed, bringing you back to focus.

“I do, but that's-”

An attempted disarming at the front door caught your attention.

“Do you believe in Wakanda, babe?”

You took a deep, albeit shaky breath.

“Yes.”

“Then make an X with your arms.”

Both arms did as he commanded. The gem on the necklace glowed and brightened your bedroom, where you're currently occupied.

“Now break it!”

You did it. Golden flashes zapped through the walls and wires of your house, and ultimately knocked your threats ten feet away from your house. As you exited your room, the voices of angry women were gone. Despite the broken window, the warm breeze engulfed your body. There were no crazy ladies in sight. The only display was a pile of bats, knives and Prada bags.

Another thing that caught your attention were the cars. Most were parked at their usual spots, but only two looked totalled, with broken windows and headlights.

“Wow,” you breathed as you processed this lovely aftermath. “All this unnecessary drama, because of social media. It doesn't make much sense, but it must be a good thing, right?” You poked the gemstone on your necklace. “This thing literally saved my life.”

~°~°~

Your phone and laptop alarmed at the same time. A message had arrived from Erik, encouraging you to change and worry about the house damage later. You've selected your favourite evening combo, along with a hat and silver hooped earrings. White tank top, a short silver jacket worn over it, followed by jaguar designed tights, a black skirt and tall black boots. Erik's car had pulled and he hopped out in an instant, surveying the aftermath of the crazies who came for you earlier.

A low whistle left his lips as you descended the staircase. You couldn't help the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Look who's glowing this evening!” he began as he opened the door for you.

“Thank-you,” You replied, settling in and buckling up. “So where are we headed?”

Erik entered his side of the car. “Straight to your necklace.”

You peered at it. “My necklace? Why?”

Erik started the engine and, as the car sped, he held the gem. “Just place your hand over mine.”

This is the second time he'd requested a strange favour from you. Strange in your eyes, because of the necklace. What's so special about it?

There's no such thing as magic in Wakanda.

“It will take forever to get there and back if you don't.”

You rolled your eyes as his dimples complimented his smirk.

“Or should I form an X and knock you out of here?” Your sudden confidence boost didn't go unnoticed. Erik chuckled; he liked it when life didn't weigh heavily on your well-being. It's allowed you to spread your wings. To get you out of your shell more, he’d let go of the gem and kept his eyes on the road. Meanwhile, this didn't help your curiosity.

“Well, which one is it?” You pressed. “What's so special about this necklace?”

“That is entirely up to you to decide, but there's someplace special I wanna take you to.”

You cocked an eyebrow in response, “and this is supposed to help us get there?”

“Depends on what you think. I know its location is several hours away.”

Erik's signature smirk had returned, yet this time, you've also noticed a knowing glint in his eye. You needed answers, and you’re gonna get them now.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Erik chuckled, “Of course!”

“Then why haven't we arrived? And why is this necklace so important?”

Just as Erik entered the freeway, he took your necklace and held the gem one more time.

“Just take my hand and we'll get there.”

Alright, alright. Let's see what this can do.

Without blinking, you held his hand and the scenery changed. You were no longer on the freeway in town - the roads looked more sophisticated with pebble tones. Neon lights shone brightly around the cars that drove now. You’ve also noticed that these drivers, well, the majority, were Black.

Your ride entered a bridge, and as you peeked out your window, the ocean below sparkled like stars. It's sunset time and the hues of orange, bright red, pink and fuschia accented the cascade of clouds in the sky. Birds flew across it.

Your hands rummaged through your purse for your smartphone to take photos of these beautiful sights.

Erik smiled, silently thanking Bast for granting his cousin Shuri the ability to create such technology, and for enabling this Pen Pal Program to happen.

~°~°~

Without missing a beat, you both arrived at your destination a few moments later. Krispy Kreme was the hot spot, and you've noticed multiple people walking in as well. Once the guards had verified your IDs, Erik linked your arm with his as one braided guard escorted you both to the VIP floor.

Upon entry, All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar and SZA played in the background. You both took front row seats. As Erik ordered drinks, a young lady with Bantu knots and a sparkly brown dress entered the stage and made an introduction.

“Good evening everyone, this is our Open Mic Night. Thanks for coming out! So settle in, let go of your worries, and enjoy our relaxed atmosphere. All are welcome to participate - the mic is yours. Poetry, song, storytelling, cypher… is entirely up to you.”

At the end of her introduction, your drinks arrived and a variety of performers, known and unknown to Wakanda, owned the mic. By the time the sixth performer of the night closed her song, a round of applause rolled through the atmosphere. You loved every minute of this so far. The overall vibes were cool and collected, warm and welcoming.

That’s when Erik stood and took your hand, escorting you towards the stage.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you whispered.

“It’s our turn,” he said.

Our turn?

Without hesitation, the crowd whistled and made bullet signs - a sign of respect for the Wakandan prince. A handful of young men hollered, “All hail King N'Jadaka!”

... until another set shushed them.

“So what’s your plan?” You mouthed.

“I paint, you speak.”

Well, if this isn’t nerve-wracking. But, I’m here. So here it goes...

You recalled the day your professor had graded you horribly, then the words came.

“How many more times should I feel,

Misunderstood?

How much longer before the world could hear my plea?

This forged, silent treatment had left me in chains,

Chains of choices, between the innovator and the warrior.

When can I rise? When can I fly? When will it be my turn to spark the flames of positive change?

For a brokenhearted daughter? Or the drifting, confused sister?

Where I'm from, there’s promises of empowerment...

Only to be broken and unfounded.

Then let them take credit, erase your name, your contribution, your standing,

Because your leadership is a threat.

How much longer before I can reclaim my power, spread my wings and fly?

I guess only time will tell.”

At the end of your segment, the audience snapped their fingers, whistled and offered their rounds of applause. You took a bow, and noticed Erik’s completed painting: A group of women, staring out of the jail cell, counting the stars. The bottom part of the picture featured his interpretation of what marginalization and institutional racism looked like, from your eyes.

You couldn’t help the warmth radiating your cheeks. Originally, you liked him. Admired him. Favoured him.

Tonight, you fell in love even more. He gets it.

You returned back to your seats, when your hands caught his face and your lips captured his. Thankfully, no one had noticed. The gem on your necklace formed a shield that barred others from seeing what was happening.

His tongue probed entry, and you allowed it. Although, you’ve noticed something a little unusual. Breaking the kiss, you inquired, “Is that a tongue ring?”

Erik chuckled and smacked your butt. “And what’s so important about that?”

Giggling, you added, “You’re dangerous. Now kiss me silly.”

Your lips locked again.

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Another page! Finally!

∆ = Violence | § = Angst | ₱ = Smut

Please be advised that things may change if this platform fails. Most fics are for MATURE AUDIENCES only, unless otherwise stated. I don’t write incestuous ships, and I don’t do that “Age Ain’t Nothin’ But A Number” stuff, either. Now you know. I’ll be able to catch up. One of these days.* ~AngelT

★We Built This City series★

Mystery Shopper? ((Erik-centric)) (for @wakanda-inspired) *Teaser*|*Official* 13+

We Built This City (multipart) eventual Redeemed!Erik + T'Challa *Teaser 1*|*Teaser 2*§∆ *1*2*3*4*5*6*7*8*9*10*11*12*13*14*15*16*17*18|AO3 version ∆§₱ 18+

Baby Jaguar Hype! (Baby!Erik, T'Challa+Shuri) (for @chaneajoyyy and @allhailnjadaka ) (1)₱ | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | AO3 | Pillowfort 1*2*3*4*5*6*7 | WordPress 1*2*3*4*5*6*7 K+ (Please be advised there’s a brief smut mention in Part 1)

★Crawl Into Your Sleep series★

The Meet and Greet (oneshot) = M'Baku x Muse (for @muse-of-mbaku) *Teaser 1*|*Teaser 2*|*Official* 13+

Crawl Into Your Sleep (multipart) = Erik x Reader, M'Baku x Muse, T'Challa x Reader *Teaser 1*|*Teaser 2*|*Teaser 3*|Part 1 (Official) *2*3*4*5*6*7*8*9*10*11*12*13*14*15*16*17*18*19*20*21*22| Pillowfort link 1 | WordPress| AO3 version ₱∆ 16+

Angel In Disguise (oneshot) = Erik x Reader, M'Baku x Reader∆§₱ *Teaser*|*Official* 18+

Amethyst Necklace (oneshot) = Erik x Reader∆ Official | AO3 | Pillowfort | WordPress // With Love, From Wakanda for @purple-apricots and @hoopshoney \ 16+

★Multiparts★

M'Baku’s Insane Adventures = M'Baku x OC, Evil/Pesky!T'Challa + Erik, Ayo x OC, shortlived Okoye x W'Kabi, tricky!Shuri § *Teaser 1*|*Part 1* (short, and somewhat angsty)§|*2*3*4*5*6*7|AO3 version13+

Yawn Instead… = Erik x Reader (for @naomi-shambles and @ljstraightnochaser )₱ *Part 1*|*Part 2*| *Part 3*|*Part 4*|*5*|*Interludes*| AO3 version 18+

Umdlalo (M'Baku Wins) (1) (2) 13+

Tumblr After Dark Radio Show (featuring T'Challa, M'Baku and Erik) (1) 18+

★One Shots★

Social Media Woes = Erik x Reader (for @supersizemeplz)₱ *Teaser*|*Official* 16+

Spice Up Your Life (starring Okoye, Nakia, Shuri and Ramonda) **Women’s History Month Special**

★Broken 4th Wall★

Disruptive Musings (Parts 1 & 2) 18+

More Disruptive Munsense (M'Baku Wins)

Trifling Munsense

When Adulting Sucks (M'Baku and Erik)

Disruptive Munsense - Hidden Episode (Erik & T'Challa)₱ 18+

Disruptive Munsense (Erik is RUDE!)

★HeadCanons★

Erik Stevens as a High School Teacher (Part 1) 16+

★Crossovers★

Death Returns (BP/GW Crossover) 18+

★Crossover HeadCanon★ (MCU/OUAT)

Upcoming Posts (to Tumblr, Pillowfort, AO3 and WordPress)

1) Team Up! (Shuri + Spider-Man) *WBTC*

2) Fight, Flight or Freeze? (Implied T'Challa x Nakia & past Erik x Linda) *WBTC*

3) Life Is a Parable (3 installments) = T'Challa + Erik, N'Jobu x OC, T'Chaka x Ramonda, Okoye x W'Kabi, Erik x Linda, T'Challa x Nakia, Shuri + Peter, M'Baku x OC, Erik x OC, T'Challa x OC, M'Baku + T'Challa (+ Erik) ₱§∆||Lost Sheep (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)|Lost Coin (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10) | Prodigal Princes (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)

LIaP HeadCanons => Waking Up In September | Betrayal | Familial Murmurs | “I will always find you!”

4) Disruptive Munsense (BP part 4)

5) Maintain the Lie (T'Challa’s POV). For @bribrisback *LIaP*

6) Growing Up Wakanda (Headcanon set)