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ana:

it’s there only for a moment , the flicker of emotion that crosses her features . betrayal . hurt . but it lingers in dark hues , in the way she looks at him as though she’s searching for something she recognizes in the stranger who stands before her , now . ❝ you don’t get to say that . ❞ she’s struggling to maintain the facade . isn’t accustomed to being cold towards him , towards putting up a fight . ❝ i told you everything . i trusted you .  ❞ voice wavers . nails break the skin of her palms , but the string does little to distract her . ❝ and i don’t even know who you are .  ❞

it’s faint, but he can hear the puncture in her hands, something that wills him forward as he extends his hands out, so close to reaching for her, yet he stops himself before he can make contact. deciding it’s best not to touch her, n'jadaka halts in his actions. still, that doesn’t stop the concern. even over such a minor injury. ❝ you’re hurting yourself, ❞ he points out, because she doesn’t seem to notice. or maybe she just doesn’t care. ❝ i’ll tell you anything and everything. you deserve that much, ❞ he admits. 

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ana:

it’s now that she realizes how much easier it had been for her , before . to make decisions , black and white , without hesitation . before him . before alex . before she’d wanted to be better .  yet now , she finds herself wavering . he speaks like a stranger , and yet . she looks at him , familiar and safe , and there’s something in her that wants to desperately to close the distance between them . to believe in him , as easily as she had before . ❝ you’ve been manipulating me . all this time . ❞ and despite how fiercely she desires to come across as cold , the hurt is undeniable , staining her words . nails bite crescents into her palms .  ❝ because i’d be useful to you ? ❞ bitter , as though the words are poison upon here tongue . ❝ playing me as the wildcard is a pretty risky fucking move . ❞

the words she speaks alone are enough to get him to react, but it’s that unfamiliar tone she uses that gets him frowning, muscles going completely lax to show he means no harm. not now. no, he can’t leave her believing this was all an act, all some kind of ploy to get her to side with him. that wasn’t his intention at all. ❝ manipulating you? ana, i may have given you an alias, but everything between us? that was real. ❞ his voice is gentle, how it often was when he was with her before the truth of his identity came to light. it wasn’t his intentions to fall in love along his stay in america, but it would appear as though it was too late for that now. it’s a risky move, but he opts on continuing on nonetheless. ❝ i love you. ❞

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Michael B. Jordan as Erik Killmonger in Black Panther (2018) 

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ana:

expressionless , despite the potency with which pain blooms in her chest . alex doesn’t lose his temper with her , even when she deserves it . but this . this isn’t alex . alex doesn’t even exist . she clenches her jaw as the realization settles in . lips part , ready to reply , and then . it’s as though he’s slapped her , color draining from her features . how quickly demeanor shifts , forced indifference into something cold . unforgiving .  ❝ don’t you fucking dare . ❞ venomous , the way threat tumbles from her . fingers curl into palms , and though she doesn’t yield an inch , his proximity threatens to make her feel ill .  ❝ don’t you dare try and use her to justify this to me . ❞

he sighs at her reluctance. he doesn’t want to fight her. he really doesn’t, but if she doesn’t stand down, doesn’t just allow him to do this... there’s no preventing it. this is his destiny. no one will get in his way of that. not even her. ❝ ana, ❞ he begins carefully.  ❝ our missions aren’t so different and you know it. think about it, we could work together to achieve these goals. our talents combined, we’d be unstoppable, ❞ he insists, one more hesitant step being taken towards her in hopes that she’ll see the logic in his words. ❝ one way or another, i will achieve this. ❞ his words are almost like a warning. 

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listen, does anyone want a thing from my son’s erik killmonger verse? ‘cause that’s all i currently have muse for and i feel bad ignoring everyone who isn’t caitlyn atm lmao. basically, it’s just n'jadaka’s story in the comics, but instead of going by erik killmonger, he goes by alex blythe. i’ll make a proper n’jadaka blog one day, but i wanna wait til the movie comes out first. so until then, if anyone’s interested, hmu.

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ana:

silence . she listens , for once . studies every movement , every expression that plays upon his features . of course , if he’s proven anything , it’s that he’s perfectly capable of lying to her . that he’s damn good at it , in truth . something in her wants to turn away from him . to walk out the door , and return an hour from  now . walk through the front door and into his arms and be content to pretend the reality wasn’t … this . but she doesn’t . she stares , inhales a sharp breath . ❝ t’challa has blood claim to wakanda . he holds every right to it’s rule . ❞ calm . factual . perhaps she ought to be intimidated , but ana’s never been one to cower . 

❝ t’challa will only get more of our people killed! ❞ he snaps, desperate to make her understand.  ❝ my parents were not the first and they will not be the last. not under his rule, ❞ he informs her, voice somewhat softer in his attempt to calm himself, though it only seems to work so much. he takes a hesitant step closer to her, wants to reach out to her, but knows better than to do so within such circumstances. at this rate, she’d probably just break his wrist if he tried. ❝ you have to understand, ana. you know what it’s like to lose a parent. to seek revenge. don’t tell me you can’t relate to this. ❞

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ana:

 ❝ t’challa . ❞ she echoes . turn the name over upon tongue , dark hues trained upon the other . fair features maintain their stoicism , though chin cants upward near defiantly . he’s pulled the rug out from under her , admittedly . but she’s a clever girl , enough to know that now isn’t the time to pay attention to the way betrayal aches in her chest . her fingers twitch . her things are hidden away , only a room from her , now , but he stands between . and for the first time , ana imagines he’ll be more of a challenge than she’d judged him to be all this time . ❝ why ? ❞

his features contort into something akin to distaste, perhaps even anger, an emotion that he’s failed to ever express around ana, but he’s done hiding. no, he doesn’t doubt her intelligence for even a second, knows it was too late to hide anything the moment she found him in golden suit. so he simply comes clean. ❝ because his father got my parents killed. and me exiled from wakanda, ❞ he answers, voice lowering somewhat as he does so. almost akin to that of a growl. ❝ i don’t expect you to understand, but t’challa cannot rule wakanda the way our people need, but i can. ❞

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ana:

silence . lithe form tenses in doorway , as though instincts are already crying out warning . even so , she hesitates . wouldn’t for anyone else , but now , she’s reluctant . jaw clenches , fair features an unreadable mask . his accent isn’t one she recognizes , which is saying something , given she’s been all over the globe . fingers slacken , her bookbag falling unceremoniously to the floor beside her . ❝ you’ve got 30 goddamn seconds . ❞ she’s being gracious , truly . always one to react , first , and question second . but she can’t bring herself to do so , now . not with him . 

he smirks, so unlike his typical self. there’s no friendliness to this expression, merely cockiness as he slowly raises to his feet. she’s hesitating. perfect. ❝ i’m not here to hurt you, ❞ he assures her. though whether or not such will remain a true statement relies on her actions next. ❝ my name is n'jadaka, ❞ he explains rather casually as he picks up his discarded mask. glancing down at it briefly, he then looks to the woman before him. ❝ i’m here for t’challa. ❞

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she wasn’t supposed to be home yet. she wasn’t supposed to be home yet. busy hands cease their actions as he glances up to the woman who enters his home. their home. he’s clad in a golden suit, very much alike the hero black panther’s own, only without the mask. said mask lays on the table before him, slight tear having preoccupied his attention prior to her walking in. he should’ve heard her. smelled her, but he had been so invested in his actions that he had failed to use his heightened senses to detect her. he sighs. this could go one of two ways, he supposes. ❝ you’re home early. ❞ fake new york accent has been ditched, replaced by his native wakandan one instead. no sense in hiding any longer, after all.

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ana:

a moment of pause , two . as though she hadn’t heard him . eventually , though , dark hues flicker upwards , unfocused and dull as they are . ❝ there isn’t anything to say . ❞ syllables are softened in her accent , though her voice is raspy . 

he falls silent then, half tempted to leave it at that and half tempted to just hold her. there’s something in him that fights his natural, comforting instinct, but it fails to win out as alex takes a step closer to the girl he loves so. wrapping his arms around her in an embrace, he holds her close, one hand gently pushing the hair out of her face only to resume his silent embrace. 

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laureline:

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   it wasn’t often that SHIELD was asked to work with the NYPD… but this seemed to be a bit of a special case. not special enough that SHIELD had taken over… but just special enough that laureline had been assigned a partner. and, honestly? it was strange. it was the first time she’d been assigned any sort of partner since valerian and a part of her was still struggling with it. she’d been convinced that valerian would be her partner for as long as she was an agent. it still hurt that she’d left him behind.

   but alex was sweet. he was fun and she enjoyed her time with him. he made her forget what she had left behind if even for a little while.

   a smile crossed her lips as she strode towards his desk, a coffee for either of them in hand. she moved beside of him, hip bumping his arm gently as she offered him a cup. “you’re overworking yourself. you should really take a break.” 

the lines are beginning to blur right before his eyes, he’s been staring at paperwork for so long. he swears he’s close to solving it, of the report before him finally stringing itself all together to form the answer right in front of him before his concentration breaks the moment something, or someone, comes into contact with his arm. he’s almost startled, he’d been so focused and caught up in his work, but he greets her with a smile nonetheless. as though he’s capable of greeting people with anything else. 

“thank you,” he muses as he gently takes the cup from her and immediately takes a sip after lightly blowing on the warm beverage in his hand. he sighs lightly. he supposes he could use a break. “i just - i feel like i’m on the verge of something, ya know?” it’s rhetorical more than anything. she doesn’t need to answer. hell, she doesn’t even have to pay him any mind if she doesn’t want to. 

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Shay Mitchell for Cosmopolitan Magazine (June 2016)

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she’s had her face buried in paperwork for the last few hours, the woman barely uttering a peep throughout it all. he probably shouldn’t be so concerned. sure, it’s his job to protect her, but catering to her every need isn’t exactly required. still, he enters her office with two bags of takeout, one for the both of them. he’s still learning her tastes and preferences, but he knows she doesn’t seem to mind thai. so he sets a bag on her desk, pulls the plastic silverware from the bag for her before taking a seat on the other side of said desk. “figured you could use something to eat,” he comments with a warm yet faint smile. 

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she’s been silent for what feels like hours now, alex gently chewing on the inside of his cheek as he looks her over. he knows better than to push her of all people, and yet. ❝ you know you can talk to me, right? ❞

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if you don’t believe i’m making an erik killmonger blog after black panther comes out, you’re wrong