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Cloudy skies 🌨

Erik x Blackreader

A/n: I wrote this in 6 minutes.💀🙈🤭 please dont mind spelling errors.

During the the storm, in the warm room, Y/N and Erik's love making was coming to an end. He cuddled into her as the heavy breathing came to an end. Erik had entered new territory. He was starting to show sides of himself he had made an effort to never show. Now sex was not about him self and his needs. It was a way to communicate how he felt about. With every kiss, every touch and every stroke he was letting you know what you meant to him and what lengths he would go to protect you. And you knew it. How could you not?

He was creating a live around you. He dropped anything for you. He made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but some thing you were noticing made you think other wise.

"Erik, baby." You whispered trying to see if he was awake.

"Yes." he hummed into your skin.

"Candy has really been on my ass about setting me with Lucas-"

"Ma we just had an amazing day and a spectacular night. Can we just rest." He moans

"Erik why cant I just tell her we together. It's ridiculous that we have to lie to our friends. They would be so happy for us."

"We are not lying to nobody. It's just none of their business what we do."

"So what must I say when they set me up with people?"

"Just say you're not looking for anybody."

"Erik you dont get it. I'm the fat friend...every second they look at me, they feel sorry for me. They talk about my love life like its hopeless. It's not. I have an amazing boyfriend and I want to show you off I want to show us of. I know its shallow but I want to go on double dates with Lucy and them. I want to go on the couples vacation they have in December. I want to have fun with you ...outside the house."

"We chilling Y/N. I love home dates with you. You cook and dance. We have some great memories sweetie." You agree with him nodding.

"Its been a year Erik. I want them to know now. I-"

"Come one Y/N. Can a nigga get some shut eye. Damn. I dont want your thot ass, jealous ass friends in our business. They are not in your corner the way you think they are."

"That is not true Erik. They are my sisters."

He got up naked and pulled his underwear up to fit.

"Really okay sisterhood. Why dont they know you fucking someone. They should, it's been a year. The ' I cant make it ' and ' I'm not feeling well' excuses you give them should have gave them a red flag but it didnt because they dont give a shit about you. They just make you stick around so they dont feel bad about their skinny bodies when they eat to much!"

Erik's outburst had you tearing up. You were already emotional because of the sex now you had to face pissed of Erik purposing the idea that your friends are only your friends because you make them look better.

".....is that the reason you dont want us to go public."

"What?"

"I'm not an idiot Erik. With your status. You fell for a big girl and now your hiding me. I'm your dirty secret."

"Dont spin this on me. I love you."

"Then let's go public. I watched you flaunt your smaller ex girlfriends. Tell your boys you find me attractive. I know what their reaction will be. They will ask you out of all the girls...Kalya, Tamica, Toni or Lucy. Why Y/N? They will laugh cause I'm a joke. You're in love with a joke. Oh god. Am I right Erik?"

He sat down and coved his face not knowing how to answer. It seemed like Erik wasn't going to answer you. He went going to go public with you. He was a Wakanden Royal and high profile man with a plus size women. Even though he was hiding you away from people he thought it was for your own good. The press, his friend and the world would eat you alive.

Erik did love you. And you felt it every second. You felt unsure about his stance in the relationship. His goal was to provide, protect and comfort. But his active of keeping his relationship with a secret ate into soul. You question your body, beauty and personality.

So Y/N what would you do?

🍒 Stay with your perfect boyfriend Erik. Who keeps you a secret because of your appearance.

Or

Tiny Imagine

Fiction

Erik x Blackreader

(@chaneajoyyy this is for you. 👸🏿 Happy Birthday queen )

Erik hadn't called in days. That worrerd you so you drop by his apartment after work. Clicking up the stairs in you red bottoms you found the door was open, you tip toed in while you called out for him.

"Erik baby ... are you here?" He didn't reply and you soon found out why.

He was lying cold on the floor. Next the all the Wakandan artifacts he obsessed over. You quickly rush to him, heart beating thinking that the worst might have happened to him.

"Erik wake up. Please...shit. " you could hear your heart beat in your throat.

Not knowing what to do you slapped him across the face and he stared to gain consciousness. He looked out of it. As he was figuring where he was a line of blood flowed from his nose.

You helped him up on to the old but comfortable couch and handed him a piece of tissue paper. He looked tired and disappointed in himself. You hated seeing him this defeated.

" Drink this." You also gave him a water bottle from your bag.

"You...you need to stop this." You whispered

"Can we not do this right now?" His voice deep and slow

"Erik! I found you ...on the floor unconscious....with the door open. So yes we are doing this right now."

He sat back showing you how uninterested he was.

"I'm really...really glad you found your father's work and homeland and all but this stuff...-" you point to the messy floor. "- but ....but its consuming you E. I don't even recognize you anymore. You're so dark and sinister...you hang out with the most-"

"Are you done judge me .... Miss perfect."

" oh come on. I'm so not perfect and I'm not judging...I'm just...Erik this stuff....I love you so much and it hurts me to see you become like this."

He raised his eyebrows.

"What did you say again about the not judging me part."

"This is not a time for jokes. I'm pouring out my heart and telling you my concerns so we can have a positive line of communication."

"Is that what your little white shrink told you to do?"

You step back from him.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Nah..... just highlighting your flaws so you can feel like shit aswell."

You sighed.

"Erik we have been dating for so long. We had plans. Remember we were going to move. Start a new life, get married maybe start a family. But ever since those strange women came to you.... you've been drowning your self in this stuff. ... Do you know how much that shit hurt when you wanted to move out?....you didn't even care to-....I felt so abandoned."

At this point you were crying. Tears blurring your vision. You were very emotional. Finally telling him all the things you thought about late at night alone in your once shared bed. You sniffed and wiped your tears through out the time you spoke hoping that seeing his longtime girlfriend cry would soften his heart.

"You're my bestfriend Erik and you left me..... Your leaving me....i cant do this alone..Just please come home so we can be happy again. I don't like... seeing you like this."

He paused to stand up.

"Then leave."

All the air in you was pulled out. You had never been punched in the stomach but if felt like someone kicked you right in the gut. You were in shock. Your spine tingling in a painful way. You didn't have a comeback for him. You just let your tears roll down your cheek. Your body finally let you be in control again. Slowly turning and leaving the his apartment. Beyond embarrassed. You couldn't hear anything. It felt like your head was underwater.

TINY IMAGINE

Ghetto Thang

Erik x BlackReader

A/N - This one is heavily inspired by Yvette by Vedo ft Inayah lamis. Love that song. More then I should♥️❤️♥️

https://youtu.be/6FLS29EI1iY

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"You want to make a scene?"

The question was condescending. He wanted to get under your skin.

Erik had taken you to a fancy restaurant. It was your third anniversary and you had dolled yourself up to look good for him. You wore his favorite black dress. Thight and off shoulder with a long slit that should you brown thigh. Your purple lace front reached your ass and you were lashes up with a bronzed make look.

You looked edible. Erik couldn't keep his eyes and hands off you but things changed when the waitress flirted with him. The last straw was when he played along with her.

Not wanting to be the stupid girlfriend you reacted. You rolled your eyes and throw a piece of garlic bread at his face. The sly smile he was giving the waitress melted.

"Y'all two fuckers want a room?"

Your sudden outburst made her straighten up, clutching her note pad thighter to her full chest.

"Erik, tell me this , how are you going to take me to the boojieist restaurant just so you can flirt with the help."

Erik let out a sigh.

"You done?" He asked slowly.

"Are you ? Cause I would like to go back to being booed up but ...oh wait my boo is a little bitch. Keep flirting with Miss Can I take your order."

Erik scratched his bread.

"You want to make a scene?"

"Do you want one?" You tested

"bitch, won't do shit." You let out a chuckle. Covering your mouth with your hand ,decorated with gold rings and long pink acrilic nails.

Challenged accepted.

You took a sip of your wine and throw it on Erik's face. The waitress let out a high pitched scream pulled people's attention.

You stood up getting your bag. " Don't fuck with me Erik. So when you done with miss recess and your balls drop I'll be waiting in the car."

You grabbed the car keys and left, whole restaurant looking at you, following the motion of your hips.

The waitress offered Erik a cloth to dry himself. He didn't take it instead he pulled a fresh bill and throw it on the table.

"I'm sorry, please take this." She carried on trying to flirt with him . She started to drag you to some how appeal to Erik.

" She seems crazy. She really needs to check her temper. Like bitch how can you be so ghetto."

Erik gave her the side eye. He didn't appreciate how she spoke about you.

" I think you should just keep it shut." He up and left. Face still moist with expensive wine.

You were waiting on the hood of the car.

"Oh there he is! ... finally he comes out. Did you get her number Erik? Did you th-"

Erik cut you off with a kiss. Pulling you by your waist. It was hot and rough. You tasted good the sweet and bitter wine on his skin when you licked his lips. He grabbed your ass and gave it a smack that made you jump. You giggled into his mouth. He was mad at you but you knew he wasnt going to hurt you. He was your least and your most favorite person in the world. How could he get you so angry and so horny in a short amount of time. You draged your nails in his beard making sure not to hurt him.

He gave you one last smooch , looking down at you he spoke.

"I'm going to tear that ass up when we get to the crib."

TINY IMAGINE

Erik x BlackReader

A/N - please excuse any errors. Will fix later .

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"where you think you going?"

Your try to zip your over packed Gucci bag.

"Anywhere away from your craziness Dre."

"Why you acting like this all of a sudden."

You turn to face him. His body spread out on his bed. Clearly not taking your out rage seriously.

"You must really love seeing me suffer. What? does it make you feel better?"

"don't start with that. I've never touched you or anything like that so stop tripping."

You stood in front of him, hands closed on your chin. You were ready to give him a piece of your mind. You had always stopped yourself fearing you might anger him but this was the end you could feel it. There was no coming back from this. You had to let him go.

Erik was right. Even though you met him in high school and fall in love he changed and your mind and body couldn't let him go even though you know he was bad for you.

"I'm done Dre.....You are free now. You don't have lie to me. You and the girls in your phone can run around in peace. You don't have to manipulate me anymore or insult my intelligence. You think I don't know what really happens in Miami on your little business trips."

He didn't seem surprised. He seemed annoyed. He just wanted you to dish him up a plate, fuck and pass out. But you carried on anyway

"...you fucked around with your boys then brought them back here and they smiled in my face. Bho Bho the fool - I am. We been through everything and you still don't treat me like your equal. I'm just the bitch you cuffed in highschool. ...sometimes I think you don't leave me cause you feel sorry for me. You became handsome, successful and charismatic and I'm just....me. I'm done being in your shadow. I deserve better than this. Goodbye Dre."

Your 3 bags were waiting for you on the bed. He stopped you when you reached for them.

"What the fuck was that?...-" he smiled, his perfect bread and white smile.

".... Y/N you my ride or die. Sure I do some foolish stuff and mess up but you here to set me straight right. Your feisty ass belong to me." He slid his arm around your waist pulling you to his body. He felt warm. You pulled away before you could fall back into his trap.

"I'm not your mother. I shouldn't be setting you straight...whole ass 28 year old nigga ....you should know right from wrong. Now let go of me."

He tugged his arm away from your body. Offended.

"Okay I see ....is this some new shit you trying. You and your girls come up with things all the time. You get fake mad at me to get me mad then you turn around and fuck me. Angry sex be fire though."

You let out a disappointed,sad and heavy sigh. You had just told him how you felt and he still took it as one big joke. This motivated you even more to leave.

"Move out my way." You move passed him and got your bags and put on your shoes.

"wait you leaving for real." You gave him a firm yes.

"fuck that. Where is your ass going to go."

"You think I don't have friends that ain't your friends. You think I haven't been out here talking to niggas." You hit a nerve. He stood up, body filled with rage.

You had never been that daring towards him. He was not abusive or violent and you had never been afraid of him ever but the way he walked towards you, fear spread all over your body. You expected him to slap you or slam you on the wall but all he did was pull the bags from your hands.

"You think you leaving with my shit to meet up with niggas. Everything I bought for your ungrateful ass.. leave it!..I'll get another bitch to fill it out...someone who is more deserving."

You weren't mad just shocked. He was a very petty person. You were just worried he was gonna make you take of the outfit you had on..but he didn't. You gave him a nasty look and left.

Closing the front door you felt a sense of relief. It felt as if the worries you had grown on your back were melting away. You were not going to miss him, maybe the old him but you were glad you did this. You had to leave him before you lost yourself.

So there you were 2:30 in the morning outside the house you called home for 5 years. You pulled out your phone and called your best friend.

"Yoh. It's so early. What'd you need?" His voice was rough and deep

"E."

"Yes."

"I did it. I broke it off. I left. "

Erik sat up thinking he might not have heard right.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

"No! What would make you say that? I told him. For once I stood up for myself and I told him I deserve better..."

Erik could hear the smile on your face.

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm on the curb. I just left. I'm sure his up there calling his boys and bitches to celebrate my departure. Don't worry. I'll call a -"

( ᴛɪɴʏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ )

ᴇʀɪᴋ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary - Erik loves you just the way you are

(A/n) For all the beauties who don't know, I'm a student teacher at my old high school. It's so weird being on like the same level with the teachers I used to fear. Like I'm here making coffee and tea with them and laughing over jokes like they really didn't give me detention for my hair and nails back then but ANYWAY I have a little time to myself so here's a little Erik Imagine.

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Erik arrived home after a long day of work. He was tired and emotionally drained. All he wanted to do was chill in his basketball shorts, play some video games, eat your food, sleep and cuddle with you. That was his plan for his night and afternoon but after he saw you crying on the bathroom floor he couldn't even remember any of that.

"Baby are you alright? Should I drive you to the hospital?" He was very worried sick and all his words came out fast in a hurried panic.

Your face was red and wet with tears. You had been crying for a while now. Your breakdown was triggered when you weighed yourself. You had gained some weight.

You weren't crying because of the extra fat, no, you were crying because it signifies change. You thought you weren't as beautiful anymore. You and Erik weren't as craze and spontaneous as you once we're. Y'all enjoyed cuddling and watching movies or having friends over for dinner dates. Y'all liked walking on the beach barefoot and kissing for what always seemed like hours before someone tried to undress the other. Being on his lap slowly kissing him started being better and more intermittent then fucking. This was the problem.

You feared that you had become boring. Like you made Erik and yourself the couple's you and your friends in high school used to make fun of. You feared one day Erik would wake up to you and regret the time he spent with you. You feared he would leave you for some younger girl who would keep him on his toes and then the tears came.

You didn't even hear Erik come home. All you felt was his hands on your shoulders and his worried face. 

When you didn't answer he ran his hands over your body in search of any injuries the same way he was trained to do with a wounded soldier. 

“E stop.“

“You not hurt. So tell me why I come back to you crying like you just got robbed?“

“it's just....I ....I don't want you to leave me.." Erik pulled away terribly confused

"What do you mean. Baby did you ...do something?"

You nodded. You shouldn't have cause what Erik really meant was Did you do someone. 

"I got fat and I got bored. When I see” sniff ”other couples they go to clubs and ” sniff ” they do fun stuff we used to do. Now ” sniff ” we just sit at home and eat chocolate chip ice cream and ” sniff ” ...we gossip like old church ladies. ...for fucks sake to bed at 8:30 ...like we in school or something ” sniff ” ...i don't even shave anymore ” sniff ” ...I'm afraid... you don't find me attractive anymore and you just pity me too much to leave me. "

Erik dropped and sat next to you. He pull your hand in his and kissed the back.

“First thing I want you to know is that I find you absolutely attractive. You just got thicc and you got a little bit on your tummy.“

“Erik.“ you whined cause he was teasing you.

“What?! Please, your pouch ain't stopping me from realizing that you're amazing and that there is no one I can be this comfortable with. We grown I don't want to do all that stuff. Titi and Kookie are out there every friday, partying, trana find their soulmate but i already found mine....She is beautiful inside and out, she is intelligent, she got a mouth but what am I supposed to expect with all that knowledge up there. I love her too damn much for her to question how I feel about her..  “

“I’m sorry Erik I didn't mean to insult you.“

“Nah. You didn't. I'm just thinking to myself how can you even question my love for you. Do I not show it enough? Do I not sacrifice enough? Do I not go out of my way enough? “

You started to feel guilty because he did all of that. You got up on your knees and kneeled in front of him. 

“That's really not what I meant Erik. I know your amazing, i know you are an incredible partner ...I just worry that I'm not that for you.“

“Will you believe me if i said you were?“ You bite your lip and sat on the back of your calves. You let out a sigh and he took your hand once again.

“Marry me.“

Your head shot up to him. “Marry me. You think i would marry a girl I don't love? I'm not playing. I love you. I love you just the way you are.”

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ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ

Erik x BlackReader

Summary : Y/N is a multi platinum singer-songwriter. After a Terrorist attack at one of her international shows her management hire the best security team headed by the legendary Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens. A traumatized and stressed Y/N meets Erik a dark, quiet, lethal, tactical man. She has no idea what she is getting herself into when she opens herself to him. Both damaged and hopeless they form a unvoiced bond. He is always by her side before a show and she is always there when the nightmares keep him up. He is her Gentle Giant.

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ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴇʀɪᴋ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n : i wrote this at 3 am, please ignore any errors, will fix up later

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You really did not want to be here.

The air was cold and you were hangry and the girls you were with were so focused on taking pictures they didn't even noticed you had turned your back on them. You didn't feel comfortable in the black and white one piece Miny had put you in. You wanted the mini dress you had packed that would cover your stretch marks and other problem areas but she bullied you out of it. Okay bully is a strong word. Miny just wished you had more confidence in yourself. 

But that confidence was not going to start in the middle of the Puerto Rico with a tight one piece on. You didn't know the other 3 girls they were Miny’s friends and you didn't hit it of with them the whole 5 days and 4 nights. They didn't get your humour or hospitality. You didn't like how frequent they commented on your dark skin like it was some kind of disorder you had and that you are so brave to be living your life with it and it seemed like Miny was more their friend on this trip then yours. She only showed you love when you were just about to to leave. They were loud, obnoxious and self centered. You quickly learned that but there were 2 days and 1 night left. You were going to stomach it and try to enjoy yourself. 

“Okay that's it. I'm going to eat. Im starving.“ you got up and pulled the bunched up material out of your ass.

“What are you talking about. we still taking pic for the gram....anyways you're the one who keeps complained about being fat“ Tiff said while she carried on posing 

Your heart dropped 

“I know... it's just that its been 6 hours. If i dont eat something i'll faint. just carry on i'll be back.”

You wrap yourself around with your towel you were ripped from before the photoshoot situation. 

You left the rented yacht with your wallet and ordered some fish and chips. Sat on the balcony and ate were the girls wouldn't see you. 

You were 24 years old and it still felt like high school. Made to feel different and odd. You wanted to leave and go home to your warm bed and your book and read up on african legends and how they used to rule the African plains. You were intrested in weird things and you didn't really fit in. You wanted to see your real friends who didn't judge you and throw your insecurities in you face every 5 seconds but that wasn't going to happen tonight.

“Y/N come bitch we're going to the club the one down the road. Get your black ass here. We need to get changed.“ You sighed lifting yourself of the bench and throwing away your trash away. 

Back at the hotel you decided on a red sparkly dress but when you left your room to fix your hair in the bathroom Tiff was wearing the same one. 

“Is that what you're wearing“ Cam asked sarcastically 

“Shut your ass up... if that's what she wants leave her“ Miny defended you.

“Nah its just that ...you know Tiff wore it first. Thats all im saying “ Cam carried on fixing her braids 

“What's the problem. It will be like yall twins or someshit.“

“Dont fuck with me Miny I look nothing like her.“

You bit your lip. It was a coping mechanism. if you felt a greater pain then the words wouldn't hurt. 

“I'll change. Its okay.“

You left the crowded bathroom for your bedroom and practically ripped the dress off. You took a deep breath and you changed into a off shoulder black bodycon. You looked good but you didn't feel good. You paired it up with your black Fila’s. You did a light beat and a strong liner and lashed up and waited for the girls to finished. You were a bit over walmed when they joined you. They looked good. even you could admit that. You didn't bling yourself up like that. You looked simple. maybe even basic compared to them

At the club no one had gotten the memo that it was not a regular club club. It was a latin dance club. Like real Latin. Like out of a movie. People were dancing like it was strictly come dancing. The samba and the chacha, you name it. It was hot, so were the boy. The idea of getting drunk and going home with someone sounded amazing. You needed an outlet for the pent up frustration in your chest. But it seemed like no one was checking for you at the moment so maybe to get drunk first. You went to the bar and bought yourself a drink and a couple more. the girls joined you after they had danced a few times with some guys. You thought about asking a guy to dances with you but you didn't want to stoop to that level. That would have been to sad and rejection isn't something you're good at recovering from. So you drank some more.

“That was crazy. He almost swang my ass up into the roof“ Cam laughed while she tried to calm down 

“I saw girl you almost died but i thought i was coming to throw my ass in a circle to some city girl but i like this too? Y/N you good? You been drinking since we been here“

“Oh me i'm okay I dont do well with heights.“ Miny laughed at your joke while the other 3 were confused.

“What the hell does height have to do with you being a bore?“

“She said that the guy almost through he into the roof and i'm afraid of heights. It was a joke Tiff. “

You shake your head and zoned out when they carried on talking amongst themselves. With your black straw in your mouth your eyes wounded around the bar area. Your eyes meet with a guy, you looked away. He was sitting about 4 stools away from you leaning back . You looked again and this time he smiled and you smiled back. He was handsome. 10000% out of your league but his smile was warm and cute. He had dreads and a tropical shirt on but most importantly he had dimples. Your one weakness. He nodded at you twice and you already knew the drill it wouldn't be the first time. 

You turned to the Tiff who was next to you and tapped her shoulder.

“I think that guy is calling you?” You took a big sip from your straw again 

“Which guy?“ she asked 

“The one down the line.“ You specified.

You could see how big her eyes went when she realized who you were talking about. You saw how she flirted with her eyes and pushed her braids back with a big smile.

You wish you had that in you.

“They got nigga’s like this here ..let me go talk to zaddy”

She left the girls in pursuit of melanin, they spoke for a bit and you stole glances at them. If you couldn't get the guy at least you could live vicariously through the girls who would. 

He's acting too cool. look at him not even smiling at her. How can you smile at me and not the girl you want. Fuck boys. they are everywhere. Girls like nice guys as well. oh my drink is almost finished. oh yes focus the handsome guy. oh wait she's coming back. she looks mad why?

“You must a blind bitch cause he was calling you“ She said through her teeth 

“What do you mean. Why would he call me?“

“I was asking myself the same question? He didn't even give me the time of day? Did you take something of his?“

“No I was here the this whole time.“

“Well you must h-“ she stopped talking for a second then started panicking “oh shit he's coming here act natural ladies “

“Beautiful you gonna just ignored me and send you lil friend“ You blinked at him making sure you aren't dreaming. 

“You still ignoring me baby girl.“ He cocked his head to the side

You were confused by the warm feeling in your chest and stomach.

“You can't call me Baby girl. i dont even know you...“ You shouted out the first thing on your mind. All 4 girls face palmed themselves

“Its cool. I get it Ma. Im Erik Steven and you are?“

“You want to know my name? Why?“ This had never happened to erik before. if he asked for a name he got it and most times even more.

“Why dont I we dance for a bit and maybe i'll tell you why?“ He extends his arm that was filled of what seemed like tribal markings. That fascinated you. You ran your hands over some that showed out his shirt but he didn't move his arm away.

“You like them Princess?”

“They are so....I study Ancient and Tribal African Studies and some tribes they .......they value a man who has these types of markings. Sort of like the more you have them the higher your ranking is in society. I've never seen anything like this before .Who are you Erik?”

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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