#Curiously They Did Not Ever Do This with Male OCs or Plan to Ship Them if He Was a Boy

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

man i really need to like... write up a post about the undercurrents of queerphobia going on with how five is written, mostly aro/homophobia and transphobia. tbh i think i'm going to make separate posts for the two, for a few reasons; one of them is that the transphobia part delves a lot into the reading of the mogadorians' narrative as a metaphor for radfem BS, and that one's gonna take some deep dives into several other characters as well as straight up the series as a whole. it also runs through Major Central Themes for five himself, so there's that.

the aro/homophobia, though... i'm not really sure what to make of the fact that it's there, given that he otherwise doesn't seem like they're trying to portray him as a gay stereotype. and who knows how intentional it is; i get the feeling they didn't exactly sit down and rub their hands together about Time to Write a Malicious Depiction of a Gay/Aro Kid--especially since i doubt they knew what aro even was--but conscious or not i feel like both of those things were a factor in the resulting background radiation. but there are a lot of things, most of them small ones, that start to form a picture when you put them together, and some of them stick out more than others in ways that feel weirdly pointed.

anyway that's going to be interesting to go into, but for starters his backstory involves scaring off a guy harassing him on the street who was about to beat him up after calling him a homophobic slur, so lmao

[gemma-lemma]

Cloudy Days - JJ Maybank x Male OC

Chapter 2.2 – JJ loves the rooster.

Parker was seated comfortably in the chair behind Kiara, braiding and styling her hair like a three-year-old, while JJ and John B told her and Pope about the Ms. Lana incident.

“And all we hear is just ‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’” JJ explained very vividly, walking up and down the porch.

Parker, having lived through it, didn’t pay much attention to what the blond boy was saying. He only looked up from the crooked braid when JJ stood in front of Kiara and shook the paint out of his hair.

“That’s dandruff, that’s disgusting.” She murmured and tried to get away from him, which lead to her just pushing further into Parker.

“Uff, calm down Kiki. You’re gonna squish me.” Parker huffed and looked up to seeing JJ crack a devious grin at him.

“That’s paint.” JJ corrected Kiara. “At that point, I’m just like…I’m waiting for death. And Parker almost had another panic attack.”

At that he shot him a dark scowl, but he couldn’t hold it for long because Kiara turned around to him worriedly. “What do you mean another? You’ve had panic attacks since you got here?”

“No, I didn’t. I just got wobbly knees when we were shot at, that’s all. And I already told JJ at Ms. Lana’s house that I was angry, not scared.” He tried to reassure her but Kiara didn’t buy it.

“No, no. You got almost sick when Shoupe found us out in the marsh. That wasn’t just wobbly knees.”

“Who’s Shoupe?” He tried to distract not very successfully.

“One of the cops on the boat. Parker, are you alright?”

“Yes, Kiara, I am.”

“No! No, you’re not.” JJ corrected almost desperately. Parker couldn’t grasp where that new tone was coming from, but he looked at JJ even darker than before. “You’re obviously not, and it’s dangerous. What if there’s no one there to help you out next time?”

“Keep your fucking nose out of my stuff, alright?” Parker growled so viciously that Kiara scooted away from him a few centimetres.

“Hey, calm down. JJ’s just tryna help.” John B tried to mediate.

“Nobody asked him to.” Parker replied and he and JJ proceeded to glare at each other.

“Okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us?” Pope tried to get back to the topic. Parker had lost any interest in the conversation and just re-braided Kiara’s hair when JJ turned away to answer.

When they started talking about Pablo Escobar square groupers and King Pin movies he climbed out of the seat and went inside to help himself to a beer. The air outside smelled sweet because of JJ’s JUUL and he couldn’t bear it at the moment.

With a sigh he opened the can and looked around the living room. On the sofa he slept on he saw his book and made a mental note to pick up reading it again the next time he got a couple of free minutes.

He looked towards the door when JJ’s voice suddenly vanished. Just a couple of seconds later John B entered, the others trailing after him. “…always kept the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research.” The Routledge boy mumbled and walked past Parker towards a locked door.

Parker shot a questioning look at Pope, who was standing right beside him. “What’s a Royal Merchant?”

“A ship that went down with a bunch of gold somewhere around here. Nobody’s been able to find the gold yet.”

“Ah.”

“We used to laugh at him all the time like he was actually gonna find it.” John B said and looked for the keys. “But now that he’s gone I’ve just kinda – I left it as he kept it.”

“Yeah, for when he gets back.” Kiara was quick to encourage, and Parker went to stand beside her.

When John B opened the door, everyone looked around the office curiously. It was packed with all kinds of books and pictures and folders, and quite messy too.

“I’ve slept over here like 600 times, and I’ve never seen this door opened.” Pope said and Kiara hummed in agreeing.

John B laid a pin board on a stack of books on a table right in the middle of the room and pointed at a picture. “Here, look. This is the original owner, right here.” Intrigued by the thought of finding out something more about his own family history as well Parker scooted closer.

“Okay. Robert Q. Routledge, 1880 to 1920.” Kiara read aloud. “There’s the lucky compass, right there.”

“Actually, uhm, he was shot after he bought it.” John B explained, then went on. “Then the compass was shipped back to Henry, who was killed in a crop-dusting accident when he had the compass. After he died, the compass was given to Stephen. Stephen had the compass with him when he died in Vietnam.”

“Let me guess, he died in action, right?” JJ interrupted.

“Sort of. Uh, actually he was killed by a banana truck. In country.” John B said and Parker stifled a laugh. “Anyways, after that Stephen passed the compass down to him, my dad.” John pointed at a picture of his dad and what must have been himself as a little boy.

“Hm, sounds like there’s a reoccurring theme here.” JJ put in.

“Yeah, uhm, you have a death compass.” Pope agreed, and John B tried to argue that he had not.

“Really, dude, get rid of it. It’s cursed, and it’s made its way back to you.” JJ said, and Parker made a mental note to throw that thing in the ocean should it ever be passed on to him.

“Look, my father used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used it to hide secret messages.” He explained, sat down and started to try and pry it open.

When he finally got the lid off, a carving appeared. “What’s that?” Kiara asked.

“That wasn’t there before.” JB said in awe, and then looked up at his friends. “This is my dad’s handwriting.”

Parker leaned over to get a better look at the carving, too, when Pope asked about how he would know that. “Because he does these weird R’s.” Parker answered in his cousin’s stead. “I do them the same way, because he taught me when I came over last time.”

“Can I see it?” JJ asked and tried to decipher the word. “Red- no Rout- wait, that’s definitely an A.”

“It says Redfield.” Kiara interrupted.

“Well, what’s Redfield?” Parker asked and looked around.

“Besides the most common name in the county?” Pope answered, and John B suggested that it might be a clue. A clue, Parker thought, and turned his attention towards the rest of the room. If it was a clue, someone would have to decipher it, and he wasn’t really a deciphering type of guy.

He kept on studying the books and papers lying around in a gorgeous mess all over the place while the others were talking about codes and anagrams.

“How can you concentrate with that thing constantly crowing at you?” Pope’s voice reached his ears at some point, and Parker looked up in confusion. What thing?

“JJ loves the rooster.” John B defended, and only then did Parker take in the crowing of the animal that came from the outside. How could he have not noticed until now?

“I love the rooster.” Kiara agreed and Parker shot them an amused look. JJ winked in response.

Parker turned away and looked outside the window just in time to see a black jeep pulling up in front of the house. Feeling his blood run cold, he just stared outside and tried to get his friends’ attention with a croaky voice. “Guys.”

They didn’t seem to hear him, so he tried it with more force this time. “Guys! Somebody’s here!”

Finally, they looked at him, and then right past him out of the window.  Two men got out of the van and started walking towards the house.

“Guys, guys, is that them?” Kiara asked worriedly.

“No, no, no.” John B panicked, and JJ ran a hand through his hair.

“John B, I told you.” JJ mumbled. “Why does it always-“

Parker grabbed his shoulders and turned the two of them around. “JJ, hey. Look at me.” He slammed the frightened boy harder against the wall than planned. “Where’s the gun?”

“Gun? I, uh, I can’t-“ He stuttered and closed his eyes trying hardly to remember.

“Now you don’t have the gun, the one time we need the gun?” Kiara asked, and from the sound of her voice she was close to tears. Parker cursed silently and grabbed JJ tighter.

“It was in my backpack, my backpack, and then-“

“Your backpack’s on the porch.” Parker growled, and suddenly JJ opened his eyes.

“Yeah, mine is, but yours is in the bathroom right across.” At the confused look on Parker’s face JJ grabbed his wrists. His face lightened up in hope. “You got a gun in there, don’t you?”

Parker frowned, but then remembered when JJ confronted him about his bandage and money right before Agatha. He wanted to facepalm.

“You have a gun, too?” Pope asked incredulously.

“That was a bluff, goddammit. I didn’t bring a gun here, just a real lot of money, that I needed you to stay away from. Go get your damn backpack!” He growled and JJ started out the door.

He quickly turned around, though, slipping and almost falling, when a booming voice yelled: “John Routledge!”

“Guys!” Kiara wailed, and Parker hushed JJ back into the room, slamming the door behind him and fidgeting for the key to turn around.

Holding their breaths, Parker and JJ pressed their ears to the door and listened for anything that could give something about the men away.

“They’re on the front porch, guys!” JJ whispered, and Parker nodded sternly. Yeah, front porch, and by the slamming sound that followed JJ’s words probably even already inside the house. The only escape route left were the windows.

“Where is the compass?” One of the men yelled. “Where you at, boy?” According to the noise that came from the other side of the door, those two were wreaking havoc at the Château.

“We gotta leave!” Pope stated desperately and Parker motioned towards the windows.

“Windows, through the damn windows and don’t you dare make a sound!” He commanded and earned a few startled looks for the sudden change in mood. And yeah, maybe Parker had been a wreck since Billy’s death, but the first time he ever shot a gun at someone was to protect his friends. So, if to protect his friends now he had to shove the panic that was rising from the depth of his chest so far back down that his racist as fuck grandfather Robert would choke on it in hell, then so be it. “Now!”

JJ and Pope rushed towards the windows, trying to pry one open, while Parker turned Big John’s office upside down on the look for something that could be used as a weapon.

“What is taking so long?” Kiara asked when the windows didn’t budge.

“They won’t open, they’re painted shut, okay?” JJ pressed, while one of the men yelled that he would check the kitchen.

Parker shot a quick look at John B, who was pressed against the door in order to block it, then finally found a letter opener. He gave it to Kiara and turned her back around toward the window by the shoulders. “Here, that should help.”

“Where the hell is that damn compass?” Yelled one, and the other answered: “I’ll check the back rooms.”

While Kiara tried to cut the paint open, JJ and Pope went to stand beside John B to help and block the door. Parker on the other hand kept looking for weapon material, but all he found was an iron statue of a Greek looking woman about as tall as a beer bottle. That kind of crap might have been useful in a direct fight, but right now it was just junk.

The man started banging on the door. “You better not be in there!” He growled and kicked the wood so hard that it splintered. Parker rushed towards Kiara and helped her cut the last bit, before taking the opener out of her hands and shoving her through the window. “To the chicken scoop!”

When she started running, he turned around and ushered the guys out, too. JJ, who went last, waited out for him and practically dragged him towards the scoop. He almost stumbled when a shot rang out, but JJ held his arm in an iron grip.

They crawled in there just in time for the man to break the door open.

While John B tried to get a look at what the men were doing, Parker tried to calm Kiara down by hugging her tightly to his chest. The damn rooster, though, just didn’t want to shut up.

“Do something, Pope. Just shut him up!” JJ snapped, but Pope was just as clueless as him.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, pet it or something! Talk to it, I don’t know.” Kiara whimpered, and Parker hugged her tighter. She grabbed the fabric of his shirt tightly.

John B turned around and pressed his back against the wall as the rooster began flapping around.

“You do something!” Pope whispered frantically, and JJ jumped after the rooster and caught it in the air. Parker’s heart skipped a beat, and he pressed Kiara’s head into his chest, so she didn’t have to see what JJ was doing.

When he snatched the animal’s neck, a shudder ran down Parker’s spine. He watched in worry as the expression in JJ’s eyes changed, and softly let go of Kiara. Out of the corner of his eye he saw John B grabbing her hand, but he wasn’t too focused on it. Faintly he could hear the men yelling something and getting into their car, but for now he just focused on gently taking the dead animal out of JJ’s hands and laying it aside.

He put a hand on his shoulder and searched for his eyes. “Hey, JJ. It’s okay, alright? It’s okay.” He whispered, and though he still couldn’t look him in the eyes, JJ nodded.

When the car had finally pulled away, the only sound left was Kiara’s soft sobbing.

[evilkennedy]

Mathematically Proportionate

Summary: Your favorite gays in space have decided to paint. Fluff ensues. 

Pairing: S’vec Sylar (male OC @plaktow-ed) x Cristobal (Cris) Rios

Word count: 1,694

Note before you read: Listen, I have had this planned for a while. I am just insecure and it took me a while to write out fully without wanting to cry. Anyway I’m gonna post this and run away.. please be nice I’m soft.

“!Ay caramba! What a day.” The Captain stood up on the teleportation pad, reaching a hand out to help Sylar up. They just had a meeting with what was supposed to be a potential client and it hadn’t gone well to say the least. Luckily, they were both safe and sound on the ship again. 

Sylar took the hand offered to him, using it to stand up proceeding to dust himself off before adjusting himself to straighten in his, somewhat stiff, usual position. “It was definitely something, sir.” Rios walked away from the pad, rolling his shoulders in the process, before mumbling a response, “You can say that again.” He couldn’t help but think about how sore they were both going to be for a few days following this. Sylar followed behind him without a word, hands neatly placed behind his back and thinking the same thing.

Rios huffed as he plopped down onto the piloting seat. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He plotted coordinates to the next place they were expected to meet a possible client. It took all of five minutes to get them onto the right course. He hoped that this call would actually be someone in need. Not an attack. He shook his head at the thought. Sylar was watching curiously behind him. Cris then closed the hologram, having already put the ship in the right direction. He clasped his hands together and stood. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink. He looked away for a moment, thinking, “How do you feel about painting?” The questions weren’t really genuine questions as much as they were suggestions. His mind was working a mile a minute and he was sure that Sylar would notice his anxiety soon. The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. “You know that I do not drink, Captain.. And painting? I have only ever done so once and- well it does not matter.” Cris eyed him and nodded slowly. He asked the computer to replicate his favorite alcohol and began to walk away with it as soon as it had appeared, gesturing for Sylar to follow him.

~

Upon reaching his quarters, he opened the door and walked in. He was completely oblivious to the confused head tilt behind him, before Sylar spoke up, “What are we doing in here?” Rios smiled brightly without even turning to look at the other man. He had his eyes set on the supplies that they had come in here for. “We-” He paused picking up two canvases from a hidden corner in his room, “-are going to paint.” The soft smile hadn’t left his face as he turned toward Sylar, lifting up the two canvases in his hands. Sylar quirked an eyebrow typically at this. Cris had indeed mentioned painting..

The Vulcan’s expression softened, only slightly, as he noticed that Cris was still smiling. It was a smile the other only seemed comfortable to wear around him. It was quite lovely. “I suppose I can give it another try, if it will please you.” He held out his hands, offering to take the canvases so that Rios could carry the other supplies. The Captain obliged, handing him the canvases as he turned to grab the rest of what he had in his art collection.  He glanced over all of the items, luckily there was more than enough for the both of them. He then tossed all of what they needed onto his bed. He then grabbed some old newspapers in order to cover the area, or at least the area he was painting in, before setting everything else up. 

After this was all finished, Cris stood up straight, clasping his hands together. Sylar had only watched him curiously, not really knowing what to do. “Alright, this is everything. You can use whatever paints you’d like-” Rios gestured to the paints in the center of their designated area, “-just put the ones you want to use on your palette.” The doctor listened to every word carefully, despite having painted before. “Yes sir.” 

~

Several hours later, smooth jazz music was playing from Rios’ record player. He was pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol and almost finished with his painting, when Sylar spoke up, obviously confused, “Captain, why is my face wet?” These words caused him to look away from his painting and to his adorably concerned lover. His own appearance was a mess to say the least, he was covered in paint and  he held one of his brushes in his mouth as he glanced over the expanse of  Sylar’s face. He couldn’t help but laugh as he took the brush out of his mouth to speak, “You have paint on your cheek, dear.” This only confused Sylar further. “Why is that amusing? You have paint all over your face and in your hair.” The other man shook his head fondly, “It’s cute.” He didn’t say another word as he added finishing touches to his painting. He added a bright blue brush stroke against the soft cheek of the man in the painting. Sylar was blushing from head to toe as he finished his own painting. Something intricately detailed and rather beautiful. He momentarily wondered if Cris would like it. He was still blushing as his bondmate had spoken up again, “You finished?” He sat back, away from his own painting and Sylar could only come to the conclusion that he was done with his and that is why he was asking. He took a moment to briefly glance over his own. “Yes, I believe I am.” This caused Rios to smile, any anxiety he had experienced before this was long gone. “Okay, so usually when people paint together, they count down and then show each other their individual paintings at the same time. Shall we do that?” Sylar seemed to ponder this for a moment before decidedly nodding. Cris took his painting in both hands, slightly nervous to expose it to Sylar, as he’d never shared his artistic side with the man before. 

“Alright, 1… 2… 3.” They both simultaneously turned their paintings around. Cris gaped as Sylar’s painting came into his view. It was a sort of galaxy, but more ethereal than any part of the galaxy that he had ever seen. It was so detailed and very obviously well thought-out, much unlike his own painting which was decidedly not. He wondered where the Vulcan had come up with the idea. It was truly a sight to behold and he wondered why the man didn’t paint more frequently.

In his admiration of Sylar’s painting, he hadn’t realized the aforementioned man blushing even darker as he revealed his painting to him. He didn’t know what he had expected when Rios turned around his canvas but it hadn’t been that. How did he manage to capture him so beautifully? There was no way that he was this angelic in person, it had to have been Rios’ own artistic style in combination with the man’s vision of himself. 

Cris turned his own painting back around, now quite shy to hear the other’s opinion after having seen his lovely art. “I’m speechless. Where did you- Why don’t you paint more? That is the most aesthetic piece of art I have seen in a while.” Sylar wasn’t expecting this reaction from Cris and he could tell. “I- Well, sir, I have been told that I should stick with my chosen profession. It is a waste of time to do anything artistic as a hobby, since I do not have the emotion to properly express anything of meaning in a painting nor in a song.” Rios wasn’t surprised to hear this. These were obviously words that Sylar had been told before and he could not believe the absolute ignorance behind them. He softened his gaze as he responded, “If it means anything, I think it is absolutely stunning. Looks better than anything I’ve ever seen, even in person. Have you seen a portion of the galaxy that looks like this?” Cris had long since forgotten of his own insecurities since he began talking to Sylar about his painting. He watched as the man glanced at the ground before speaking again, “It is actually what I see when I look at you, occasionally. It is not a galaxy so much as it is your soul, or your katra as we would call it. I just portrayed it as I see it.” He glanced back up to gauge Rios’ reaction. He blushed slightly before letting out a breathless syllable, “Oh.” That wasn’t anything that he was expecting at all. “I’m flattered.” His demeanor had changed and he knew it. He felt a bit shyer due to the intimacy of the situation. They had both, in a way, painted the other. 

“I should be the one who is flattered, Captain. You painted me so.. Beautifully. I certainly do not look quite that… angelic. You have a natural talent. The proportions are mathematically, near perfect.” Sylar’s ears flushed a light green again at the thought of the painting. The idea behind it was sweet. He had even included the paint that he had gotten on his cheek. Cris shook his head, “It’s just how I see you. You are absolutely stunning. I only paint what I see.. In my specific style.” He chuckled lightly and rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit he developed as a child. 

This was enough to stun Sylar into silence. He was still surprised that Cris returned his affections, much more that he found him attractive as well. 

“Taluhk nash-veh k’dular, t’nash-veh t’hy’la.” The Vulcan spoke softly, still in awe that someone as wonderful as Cris had welcomed him into his life. The Captain easily returned the statement with his own as he stood, “Y te amo, mi amor.” He walked over to where Sylar was still sitting and kissed his forehead. “Let’s clean this mess up and then ourselves, what do you say? Then, we can hang up our paintings.” He held out a hand for Sylar to take. Sylar took his hand and stood up easily. “That does sound quite satisfactory, sir.”

Ending note: Thank you so much for reading, feel free to leave feedback. <3

[pinkykitten]

Traveler

Erik Killmonger x Calantha Morrison 

Warning: violence, some cursing, erik being erik

Specifics: fluff, angst, adventure, action, one-shot, pictures, gifs, aesthetics, 500 followers competition, oc, 

People: Erik Killmonger, (oc) Calantha Morrison, Nakia, T’Challa, Shuri, Ego

Words: 7,239 (omg this is way to long im so srry)

Masterlist

Requested: By @dreamsofwhiteandblack Erik Killmonger x Female OC, she has long dark blonde hair and green eyes, she is thin but strong and although she looks like a normal girl she is very good with weapons and brave. Her name is Calantha and she is 25 years old, Ego's daughter and sister of Star-Lord (Peter Quill). She is a traveler who saved Nakia from danger a few times and since then they are best friends and she is the only one who knows the true power of Calantha. But Erik can also feel that there is something special in her that's why he approaches her.

Authors Note: im srry this took so long! im so sad to hear the news of one of my fav people stan lee, he was a beautiful soul. he truly was! i do this new thing now where i put a page divider cuz i just thought they look nice. just want to thank rach and everyone  for participating in my 500 followers competition, i do one every time i get 100 more followers. so keep checking my page cuz u never know when the competition will come up u could be the next winner! thank u so much for requesting and btw this is my first time writing erik so i hope his personality is good. 

previous oc story for my 400 followers: Zach Dempsey x oc Davina Jensen 

Ever since the beginning, I’ve always known I was different. Very different from others. 

To know Calantha’s father was Ego was not easy. She always felt he had a strange presence lurking when she was with him. And her mother, unknown. All she knew was that she must of been some type of alien creature because her, herself felt that way. 

She nodded to the music blaring in her blue ship. The song was to her a great oldie, “Bruce Channel- Hey Baby.” She swayed her hips while looking at the controls of the monitor. Singing as well, and twirling her hair. 

She left the ship in auto pilot and inspected the items she kept with her from her last mission. She had placed the things in a light brown traveler bag. Upon opening the bag she realizes some of the children from the planet gave her gift. 

“Awww how sweet!” She gushed, putting her hand to her heart. 

Calantha was a traveler, and a good one at that. She would travel to little places such as all over the world, to all over different planets of the galaxy. She would study their traditions, culture, their life. It just made her curiosity of life more vast. She also would go and travel all over if the area or planet was in trouble. For example like the planet she was just on, it is called Achernon (its actually a real marvel planet). One of the Achernonians was evil, his name was Brahl. Calantha had arrived to the planet to save them. 

Calantha stared at the items and shook her head, “they will never realize it was really me.”

Calantha just 25 learned of her powers when she was young. She could shape shift into either any animal, or any person. At first knowing these powers made everything amazing, made everything seem more in reach to her. But there was a downside, there is always a downside to everything. She could never show her true self. Calantha did not want others to know about her power. So as she entered into new planets she would shape shift into looking like their kind. 

Calantha was transformed into looking like an Achernonian. She learned the peoples ways, but now it was time to go back and situate herself into either another planet or somewhere. 

Calantha smiled to herself knowing she made an impact on the planet she went to previously. She stood up, stretching, preparing herself for a while of a trip. She stripped herself from the clothing of the Achernonians and put on her comfortable clothes, a black shirt, black leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and adidas. 

“Ahh now this is more like it,” she moaned, grabbing a snack and drink. As she went to the cupboard in her ship she saw a picture. It was a picture of her with some of her friends. They were by an ice cream shop in Japan, this was way back in the 60s. Hugging, smiling, having a great time. It was back then, back then when life was good, when life meant something. Calantha stared at it wishingly, darkly, knowing life would never be the same. She shook her head and muttered under her breath. Calantha was immortal, most of her family or friends have passed. She was now left alone to fight for those who could fight no longer. “Those were the good old days.” She whispered almost as if whispering to the photo.  

Calantha looked on her octagon shaped table in the middle of her spaceship. She bought or more like traded all her possessions just for the ship. Her spaceship meant everything to her, it was all she had. Calantha picked up her handgun and placed it in her weapon belt. She then walked to her stereo and turned it off, wanting some peace and quiet. Next, she picked up her books of mythology. “The greatest mysteries of the world,” she read aloud. She carefully placed her snacks in cup holders and sat on the captains seat, the seat that controlled the whole spaceship, she sat on it sideways. Opening her book she allowed herself to become captured by the words and facts about Greek gods, and history about the world. 

“Wow, this is neat stuff,” knowledge entered into her mind, with one swift movement of the light weight page she was onto another adventure. She subconsciously grabbed her snack and after one bite started to drink her beverage. 

Just then the monitor on her ship started beeping. Calantha curiously placed her books down and pressed the answer button on the screen.

“Hello?” She asked without no hesitation. 

“Calantha, oh good, I’m so glad to hear from you.”

“Nakia? Whats wrong?”

Calantha scooted closer to the monitor. Calantha’s best friend was Nakia, the lover of King T’Challa, of Wakanda. She had saved Nakia back then when Calantha  came to explore Wakanda. There was another incident with the War Dogs and Calantha was there to protect Nakia. 

Nakia started to cry, making Calantha worry even more. “Nakia please tell me! What happened?”

“T’Challa, he was...killed...in ritual combat.”

Calantha shook her head and placed her palm on her forehead, shocked from the news, “you mean to tell me that T’Challa is no longer-”

“King? No.” Nakia cried some more and Calantha could hear her breaths she was taking. Big ones but short.

“Then,” Calantha started, “who is?”

“A man named Erik Stevens, he’s a mercenary nicknamed Killmonger. His father was...his father was the brother of King T’Chaka. He wants to send vibranium to all over the world.”

“So that would make him the rightful owner of the throne,” Calantha said, pushing her hair behind her ear. 

“Yes but Calantha he is very bad, very evil, selfish. He is not fit to be King, he will never be my King. Wakanda needs your help, I need your help again ngumhlobo (friend).”

Calantha chuckled and nodded her head, “And you know I will always be there for you. I will see you soon Nakia.” Calantha declined the call and climbed out of her chair. She walked to her map of different planets and the map of the whole world. She bit her lip and placed a thumb tack on the world map where it said Wakanda. 

Calantha nodded her head and ran to her steering of the space ship. “Next stop, Wakanda.” Putting her hand on the blasters she quickly makes her way to her destination. 

“Okay Nakia, I’m outside.” Calantha spoke through the microphone that connected her and Nakia. She awaited for the okay inside a truck. Wearing her all black, one piece outfit she sat in the vehicle waiting. 

As Calantha stared at the entrance she saw Nakia sprint towards her. Nakia entered the vehicle with a squeal. 

“Hello Calantha, it has been too long. I feel bad we have to meet on such circumstances.”

Calantha shrugged and giggled, “I missed you too girl! I should have come to visit, I have just been so busy. I’m glad to see you.”

Nakia embraced Calantha and patted her back. “So whats the plan?”

“Well I was thinking I can go in secretly, in a disguise.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Calantha gave her best friend a smirk and turned into a Wakandan male. “How does this look? Do you think they would know its me?”

“I still can’t believe you can do that. Even your voice changes! Man I wish I had your power, it can come handy in a lot of occasions.”

Calantha turned back into her normal self, “So I’ll go in like this. My history will be that I am some type of-”

“Farmer?” Nakia suggested, putting her finger to her lip in thought.

“Yeah farmer, and I came to help with this Erik. We need to get a better understanding of him. If I can inch closer to him and see what his deal is with Wakanda then maybe, I can take him down for good.”

“You literally sound like a bad as* when you say your plans,” Nakia bit her lip but her face fell in sadness.

‘Whats wrong Nakia?”

“I just miss T’Challa. I just hope we can take Erik down.”

Calantha placed a reassuring hand on her back, “We will take him down, Erik will not be King. Not on my watch.”

Nakia sat up straight and wiped her tears away, “you’re right. We are gonna do this.”

Calantha shape shifted into the male and nodded, “we are gonna do this!”

Stepping out of the vehicle with a light skip in her step she makes it with Nakia through Wakanda. 

“Our meet up location will be far away into the country of Wakanda, got it? More towards the border.”

She nodded towards Nakia, “got it.”

“Well good luck my friend.”

Upon seeing the throne her anger boiled within her. 

“Your majesty,” Calantha says in her disguise. “I have a gift for you.”

As those words came out of her mouth the culprit, the man who thinks he can take Wakanda away, turned around. He walked right up to her with a look of a predator.

“What do you want fool? Can’t you see I’m workin here?”

Upon seeing his face Calantha’s face froze. She did not expect for him to be that handsome. “Aww why do all the good lookin boys gotta be bad?” Calantha thought in her head.

She looked him down and up, “My apologizes, I was wanting to make a feast for you and any of your guest. I want your kingship to be honorable and memorable, so please as a gift let me do this.” Calantha almost felt like her mouth was not even hers. She kept that anger she had deep down so as not to ruin the mission. Everyone around the room had their mouths open in shock or their jaws clenched in anger. 

Erik looked all over her, his presence seeming threatening. 

“Lets talk somewhere a little more, private. Y’all don’t disturb us.” 

Erik lead her outside where the sun was still shining and the breeze felt nice. Down below were people working and talking, going about their day. 

“Who are you really? Hmm?”

Calantha chuckled, “I have already told you. I am a simple farmer, I have lived on the border all my life. All I want is to make a dinner for you. Our King.” Her plan was to entice him, reel him in and then the last second when he is not looking Calantha will take care of him and make sure he is not a nuisance again. She awaited for his answer. 

Nakia had put, from Shuri, a hidden camera inside your outfit. It was staring directly right at Erik. 

“Alright then, do what you gotta do,” Erik called to her, shrugging and leaving. 

Calantha quickly placed her hand on his arm. “Is there any dish you specifically want?” 

That touch made Erik curious about who Calantha was. He took her hand off his arm and gave her a mean look. “Do whatever y’all do over there. I’m fine with anything.” 

Calantha nodded her head. Erik stood there, eyeing her. “So do you got a name?”

Her eyes went back and forth, her brain searching for an answer. “Yes. My name is-”

Suddenly, two guards came in with some important duties that Erik had to attend. Erik left her in a state of fear and unknown. 

Calantha quickly wiped her brow. She was indeed scared, but why?

“Did you get all that?” Calantha asked as she entered the secret building Nakia was in. She quickly transformed into herself. 

“Yep, clean and solid. What name were you gonna come up with?” Nakia raised a brow at Calantha. 

Calantha stumbled over her words, “I was going to say something. I am very good at making up things on the spot.”

Nakia laughed and Calantha twirled her dark blonde hair between her fingers, concentrating. She put the camera in the system and gave the first encounter a look over. “This is good,” Calantha said as she walked back and forth, a forefinger resting upon her bottom lip. “If I can just get more of trusting relationship with him then for sure I can get him into our grasps.”

“It wont be easy, you know? Erik is surrounded by many guards and the Dora Milaje. You might not get out alive,” Nakia sounded worried. Calantha pushed those worry's aside. “If I make it out great if I don’t then, oh well, I don’t have family and anybody in my life so its not like its a waste.” 

Nakia gave her a saddened look. Calantha looked down sad, “right! So I’m gonna go, look through town and see if I can get us any food.”

Nakia nodded and gave her a hug goodbye. 

Calantha walked out in a Wakandan outfit. The clothing was beautiful, all the colors, shapes, the stitching, it made the clothes look like a masterpiece. 

She walked out putting sunglasses on, her hair swaying with the breeze. Looking magical and as if it were to take her away, far away from any of the worlds. To a place unimaginable. 

As she was looking down while walking she accidentally bumped into someone.

“Hold on there baby, you okay?” Said a familiar voice. Calantha looked up, her green eyes bugging out. She placed her sun glasses closer to her face. “Hey,” said that voice. “I ain’t never seen you here before?” It was Erik Killmonger. The new King. 

Calantha picked herself up and dusted her clothes, “yeah you ain’t ever seen me around cause I don’t want you to. Sorry.” Calantha wanted to get away from him. She didn’t approve of his attitude and before she would do something she regretted she left him shocked. 

“Oooh she a feisty one,” Erik said to himself. Calantha turned a corner, looking back she spotted no one following her. “Phew, that was a close one.”

She kept walking forward but unknown to her someone was following her. 

As she made it to the waterfall she breathed in the air. The rich soil of Wakanda wafted through her nose. It smelled of pure nature. Again she looked behind her. No one. “Good,” she thought as she took off her shades and her clothes off. Nobody would come here surely. She took her clothes off and was left in her bra and panties. 

On the edge of the cliff she gently pushed herself off the rock and with a splash landed in the cold, clear water. “Ahh this feels so good,” she groaned. 

“Can I join?”

Calantha quickly looked back and with a surprised face saw Erik. 

“What the hel*!” She shouted, rushing on out of the water to grab her clothes. As she was about to grab them Erik had already gotten a hold of them. “Whats the matter baby girl?”

She tried to cover herself up the best way possible. “I want my stuff.” She went to grab for it again but Erik clutched her arm. So now her face was staring directly into his. Her green eyes seemed sweet but also menacing. She stared at him, her skin glowing with the sun. She looked like a goddess in Erik’s eyes. Oh no, Erik was falling, falling for a stranger. 

“Dam* girl,” he muttered under his breath.

“For god’s sake did you follow me?” Calantha pulled her arm out of his grip. 

Erik shrugged, “maybe.”

Calantha rubbed her temples, “fine I’ll leave here this way. Enjoy the water...alone!”

As Calantha was about to walk away Erik grabbed her waist making her become very close to him. His lips went to her ear and he breathed out, “I don’t think you wanna do that. See some of the creeps here will rip you apart like you ain’t nothing. I’m just tryin to protect ya.” 

Calantha blushed at his actions and unwrapped herself from his grip. “I think I can handle myself Mr. Savior. You have never seen me rip apart somebody.” Calantha then walked up to Erik and went to his ears and whispered, “and trust me, its not pretty.” Just then a breeze came in and made Calantha shiver, she tried to cover her bare arms. 

Erik bit his lips and threw her clothes on the rock. “You want your clothes? Let me swim with ya.”

Calantha gave Erik a glare and then entered into the water again, she swam away.  

Erik then started to remove his clothing. 

(i legit stared at this gif for like a total of 10 minutes now i look like a creep)

Erik saw though that Calantha was staring at him from the corner of her eyes. 

“Like what you see?” 

Calantha turned to his attention when he walked in the water. “What are those?” She asked, pointing to the markings on his skin. 

Erik looked down and smirked, “for all my kills.”

Calantha nodded, “Well, seems like you killed a lot. Did they hurt you?”

Erik felt the temperature of the water, enjoying the movement of it. “Nah, did this to myself. Ain’t a lot things these days that can hurt me anymore.”

Calantha understood that completely. “I totally get it. When you don’t got no one it gets easier. No one can hurt me now.”

“Why what happened to you?”

Calantha stared into the water, feeling the sadness creep up on her. “Its complicated. Sometimes I feel that life finds away to make your existence a living hel*.”

“Dam* thats dark as hel*. But thats how I felt.”

She bit her lip and swam away but said, “Life is dark.” She then swam away under the waterfall. As she went her hair got wet and her face was splashed with the cool, clear water. Calantha didn’t know this but Erik was staring at her. His heart, unknown to him, was beating fast, and pounding like a drum. The elegance and beauty he saw when she went behind the waterfall made him want her more. 

Calantha pushed her hair back and just tried to enjoy the time she had being in the waterfall. She would have to get out soon, seeing that it was already getting dark. She did not want Erik to get any ideas of who she was, then it would ruin the whole mission. Calantha looked through the waterfall to see if Erik was still there but he was gone! 

“Where did that idiot run off to? Fine, at least this gives me time to go-”

“So you ever gonna tell me your name?” Erik asked, his face only a few centimeters apart from Calantha’s. 

She jumped and almost drowned but Erik caught her in his arms. “You okay there baby?”

Calantha gave him a look of annoyance. His arms felt so strong to her. Like they could lift any weight. They were powerful, almost like brick solid. 

“What are you doing to yourself Calantha. Stop paying attention to him! This is the guy you’re trying to take down, remember?” She scolded herself in her head. Erik started to rub softly her legs and give her a face of god a face that was so handsome! He was biting his plump, juicy lips, awaiting her answer. 

Calantha got out of his grip before the encounter went sideways. “Hey can I ask you a question? Do you call all your girls baby, baby girl, or just the mysterious ones?”

“Only the beautiful ones, besides I didn’t get your name,” Erik seemed flirting with her. Winking at the end of his sentence. 

“Fine, those pet names are fine...I guess,” Calantha rubbed her arm sheepishly and started blushing. She felt this was not fair! Never had a man done this to her, she was a strong, independent woman and now Erik was screwing that whole idea up. Erik saw Calantha unsure, he came in closer with a pure face of knowing. Calantha put her hand out to stop him, “well this was nice but I think I should be leaving now, have fun.” She quickly got out of the water and tried to dry herself the best way possible. While getting out Erik looked at her, biting his lip and cursing under his breath at the sight he saw. 

Calantha grabbed her clothes and put them on quickly. 

“Wait!” Erik said, getting out the water as well. 

“Give me a break,” Calantha muttered under her breath. She turned around and saw Erik running to her in all his glory. His chest glistened from the water. 

“Let me take you out to dinner. Treat you.”

She rolled her eyes and combed her hair with her fingers. “No Erik, I got stuff to do.”

“I don’t usually do this to girls so you’d be the first. Just please let me take you out and show you Wakanda. I know the best part of these streets.”

“And if I keep saying no?”

Erik walked up to Calantha and raised his brows, “well then I guess you don’t get to go with a King, and I may follow you. So its your choice.”

Erik waited for her answer, patiently, while she grumbled and whined in annoyance. She could not have it that Erik follow her. 

“Fine,” she gave in, rolling her eyes. 

Walking the streets of Wakanda, Calantha made sure to have an eye open for Erik. She had a thought, she too this way could get close to him and figure out whats his deal is with Wakanda.

Calantha was not going to lie to herself though. She did have a fun time with him. Its been a while since Calantha spent some quality time with someone, let alone a man. She felt confident and for a short time she pretended that it was a date. She pretended that she didn’t have to take Erik down, just for a couple of hours she wanted to live a fantasy. 

They both were in a middle of a conversation about the time she went to Spain with her friends. 

“Okay so what did y’all tell your friend?” Erik asked sipping on a Wakandan drink. Both of them went to go have dinner and Calantha was surprised at herself. She was more talkative then ever. She was laughing and enjoying her time with Erik. They were together for hours. She told things to Erik that she had never told to anyone. It felt good. 

“Well me and my friends ended up dragging her drunk as* out of the restaurant and everyone was looking at us and just probably thinking we were crazy. Those were the good times though.” Calantha sipped her drink, lightly bumping into Erik. She looked down trying not to make a show but Erik saw her expression. 

“What happened to your friends?”

Calantha pushed her hair back and gave her attention to Erik, “They all have passed. I’m the only one who hasn’t. Sometimes I wish I could change that. But I really do not have anyone. I am all alone.”

Erik looked at her guilty, he felt bad for her. “I know how you feel. When my pop’s died I felt that way, I still feel that way. What hurts more I think is that you see and know that some people deserve the worst, and yet they don’t get shi*. You know what I mean.”

Calantha just nodded knowing what he meant by that. She had read about and heard about Erik’s life and why he was so angry with the world. 

“Sometimes though we need to let go in order to keep living. We need to let go of the past to open the door to the future. At least that’s what I think. Sorry I know you’re probably bothered or weirded out by my philosophical talking.”

Erik shook his head and sipped his drink, “nah its cool, I get it.”

Calantha then started shivering, her arms wrapped around herself trying to stay warm. “Man its chilly tonight. Should of brought a stupid jacket.”

“Hey, here, look, take mine,” Erik offered taking off his long, black, kingly robe.

“Oh I shouldn't, you’ll be cold as well now.” Calantha pushed the black robe to him. 

“Baby, just take it. You see my muscles? I am always heated up, especially when I look at you.”

“Good one,” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the robe and putting it on. “Thanks.”

Erik just nodded and sipped his drink some more. Calantha hated herself in that moment. The robe smelled just like him. It was rough, manly, a little bit cologne. It made goosebumps run down her whole body. She felt she was getting high off the smell, it was truly intoxicating. 

That night Erik and Calantha stayed out late, they laughed, joked, flirted with each other. Calantha was happy, but she didn’t know why? Was it because this makes their relationship closer and now she can get to him easier? Or is it because she genuinely was having a good time with him? She felt herself slipping away bit by bit. They both were a mystery for each other yet they spent time together like they’ve known each other for years. 

Calantha then paused at a random house and stood still, “well this is me. Hope you have a good night, and next time don’t force someone to go out with you.”

Erik laughed and scratched his head, “will I see you again?”

Calantha shrugged, “probably not, I’ve got work to do and to be honest you kinda annoy me a little.” She shrugged the robe off and gave it to him. Calantha gave him a smirk while Erik laughed at her statement. “Girl you know you wanted to go out with me. Just say it. I’m gonna count that as a I will see you soon.”

“Bye Erik,” Calantha chuckled closing the door. As she saw Erik leave she turned into a Wakandan female just to leave the area and go to Nakia. 

Calantha was truly falling for Erik. She spent every morning with him as the Wakandan male, preparing his feast. Then Erik would try to find Calantha transformed into herself everyday and surely enough he would find her. She did not want to be with him, she did not accept how selfish he was. For gods sake he killed King T’Challa! That thought made Calantha smirk in success, for she was getting closer and closer with him and she was gaining his trust. Calantha was going to take him down, once and for all. 

But Nakia was worried, every time Calantha would come home from the mission Nakia saw the lovesick grin on Calantha’s face. She and Calantha had many fights on why Calantha should not see Erik anymore. But Calantha would just brush off the fact that she did find Erik interesting and had a liking to him. 

The feast was the next day. Calantha had to get everything prepared and ready for that day. She was transformed into the male and getting everything ready for the day when she would have to take down Erik. 

“Aye man,” Erik came in the room. “Hows it goin?”

She nodded her head, “its coming around. The feast should be ready by tomorrow night.” 

“Good I was hoping that, you know. Hey, can you leave a seat next to my chair empty with like a lil v.i.p paper on there or something, I’m gon invite someone important to this feast.”

Calantha felt her heart sink in her chest. Someone? “Oh really, well may I ask who is it.”

Erik looked out the window and smiled, “its a girl, and the funny thing is hel* I don’t even know her name.”

Calantha felt terrible, what did she expect though? He has moved on, it was better this way. Calantha felt tears running down her face. She turned around, “excuse me I have something in my eye.” She then ran away with Erik still talking. Erik looked back and saw that Calantha wasn’t there, he ran after her or who he thought was a man.

She sat there and transformed into her true self. She stood by the wall, trying to hold herself together, but the tears were unstoppable. 

“Hey what happened-baby? What are you, but I thought I saw, what in the hel*?” Erik looked around trying to find Calantha but her transformed as a guy. Erik was now curious about her. How did she appear so fast and not the other guy? Erik pondered a little bit over that thought but then realized she was crying right in front of him. 

“What happened?” Was all he asked, kneeling down to her trying to get a good look at his face. 

Calantha could not believe this moment that was happening right in front of her eyes! She was crying over a guy thinking he was with another woman, and she was being consoled by a evil person, a villain! 

“Baby girl, tell me whats wrong, now.” Erik took a hold of her arms and pushed them down to her sides so he could see her face. Tears were evident and there were tear stains left on her cheek. Her eye lashes were thick from the tears and her lips were puckered up. She looked so beautiful in his eyes. 

“I just,” Calantha could not tell him the truth. She could not tell him that she was the guy even though she really wanted to, and badly. “I was just remembering about my friends.”

Erik understood and brought her tiny body into his arms. There she felt comforted, safe, and loved. She shook her head and wiped the tears away, pushing herself away from Erik’s chest where she really wanted to be. 

“No I can’t do this anymore. Erik, we can’t keep seeing each other anymore, I, I don’t want to.” She stood up and pushed Erik away. Erik gave her a look of confusion. “Why can’t you do this anymore? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I just...can’t Erik. I can’t anymore.”

Erik grabbed Calantha’s hands and massaged them gently, “well then maybe this will change your mind.” Erik softly placed his two hands on her cheeks and slowly inched closer to her. Their lips met. To Calantha it was perfect, his lips were so plush and soft. She felt like she was in heaven. 

(not my gif! do not own!)

Calantha wanted Erik so bad, she deepened the kiss, placing her delicate hands on the back of his head. She felt complete with that embrace, she felt something spark within her. It was the feeling of love, how did she come to love her enemy? The man she was supposed to take down? She was at a loss for words but at this moment nothing else mattered except that splendid kiss. 

Erik backed away and kissed her forehead, “how was that baby?”

“Calantha,” she just blurted out of nowhere.

“That’s your name?” Erik said out to her. 

She nodded, “yeah, I figured you want to know, although I don’t truly hate the name baby.” She gave Erik a smirk caressing his face, brushing through his facial hair. 

“Calantha? You know you got a nice name like its really beautiful,” Erik bashfully said, scratching his nose and looking down. 

Calantha bit her lips and tried hard not to smile at him being embarrassed, “that’s really sweet of you Erik, thank you.” Calantha couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting another kiss, but as she was about to kiss Erik again a guard came out of nowhere and interrupted the moment. 

“All these dam* people be interruptin me at the wrong time y’all.” Erik cursed under his breath. As he was about to leave he turned back to Calantha, “hey baby, I would like for you to be my special quest in a feast I’m havin tomorrow. How you feel about that?”

Calantha tried hard not to show that she was surprised and now gonna be screwed. She forgot all about the mission! Erik gave her a face of concern and worry. Calantha felt bad to say no so with a defeated sigh she agreed to his proposal. 

“I, I would love to Erik.”

Calantha was stressed to the max, she felt that she let Nakia, T’Challa, everyone down. She pondered over her thoughts for many hours and her conclusion was simple and to the point. She had to take down Erik. She came here for a purpose, it was not to fall in love, it was not to start a new chapter in her life, no, it was simply to take Erik down and make sure he would not resurface to this world again. 

The plan was Nakia would portray a guest in the feast since Calantha placed her name down. Nakia would disguise herself. Calantha would come in as the male getting the feast together and then when Erik is not looking Calantha and Nakia would take him down together. 

Calantha had set the feast up already, she was proud of herself. She felt she really captured the culture and beauty of Wakanda in the decor. 

“Prefect,” she whispered out loud, she was transformed into the male Wakandan. She stared at awe at the feast table. 

“Your majesty, where would you like me to place the extra chair, your,” she took a gulp. “Special quest.”

Erik pointed to the seat next to him, “put my baby girl over there, right next to me. So I can keep an eye on her and make sure she happy, you know what I’m sayin?”

Calantha nodded and her heart fluttered at his nickname for her, she felt herself feel now pain than anything. She ordered someone to place the chair next to Erik’s high and mighty one. 

Soon quests were coming in, one by one the room started to fill up and that made Calantha more and more nervous. She wiped her forehead of sweat and gave each and every person their personal chair. 

Then Nakia came in, with her disguise on. Calantha knew this plan would roll on even if she didn’t want it to. 

“Are you ready?” Nakia asked, showing a smile to people as they walked by. 

Calantha secretly nodded and left the room. 

Calantha could hear that Erik made an announcement for people to eat and enjoy themselves. 

Calantha stood by where no one was around. She looked back and forth, “no one, good. C’mon Calantha you got this girl, you are just gonna do this small thing and then you can go home in your beautiful space ship and live your life like what you felt with Erik was a dream it did not happen.” Calantha was too busy putting on her black fighting suit that she didn’t hear someone walking to her voice. She was finished taking her clothes off when then Erik appeared. 

“Calantha?”

“Erik! Oh my god!” Calantha was shocked and terrified. 

“Baby we can’t keep meeting like this,” Erik chuckled eyeing her up and down, taking in her site of just in a bra and panties. Erik licked his lips and gave her a look of a predator, as if he were to pounce on her. 

Calantha pushed back her hair, “I just, um my dress broke and I don’t have a new one. Darn guess I can’t make the dinner.” She was just about to leave when Erik grabbed onto her arm, “I got an extra dress for you if you want to wear it, I think it would look sexy on ya.”

Calantha couldn’t get out of this one, “sure.”

She had to do this for T’Challa, for his family, for Wakanda. 

Erik was wearing his suit that matched her dress. 

They walked hand in hand to the dinner. Calantha wished it would never happen, she wished this were all a dream and soon she was gonna wake up. The moment went by to her in slow motion, every feeling in her body resurfacing all at once. Her heels clanked through the hall and she knew one way or another...

Erik was going to not be King of Wakanda anymore. 

As Calantha walked in everyone gasped to see her, they did not think Erik would find anyone with how selfish and evil he is. Nakia saw Calantha that she was transformed into her true self. Calantha could tell Nakia was truly irate, her face showed it all. As Calantha and Erik sat down Nakia stood up. “I would like to raise a toast!” Everyone in the room raised their glasses and Nakia gave Calantha a angry look. She went on to say, “Friends are tough, they are rough around the edges. They agree on stuff you say today, and disagree on the stuff you say tomorrow. You feel sometimes you can trust them, but other times they completely forget that trust.”

Calantha just wanted to hide away in her spaceship, she wanted to get away and never return. Calantha quickly touched lightly her weapons that were hiding under the table. She did not want to do this. 

“Calantha,” Nakia says, and Calantha knew soon she must fight Erik. Nakia went on, “you are my dearest friend, and as your friend I want you to do one thing to him,” and as Nakia raises her glass higher to her mouth to drink she licks her lips and takes off her disguise, “kill him.” 

Calantha quickly shot up and ripped her dress of to show her black one piece, fighting suit. She pointed her hand gun to Erik and shrugged, “you knew this had to happen.”

Erik slowly drank his drink and chuckled, “so you’re the bitc* I gotta kill. Well then,” suddenly Erik turns into a Panther Habit of his own. It was black and gold. Calantha screams in anger at him because she knows Shuri made the suit. “You do not deserve that suit,” shouts an irate Nakia. 

Nakia threw one of her ring blades to Erik while he dodged the attack. Nakia jumped to him while Calantha started shooting Erik from her handgun. Erik cuts the bullets in half with his Wakandan swords and throws one of them in the air. He then gets his claws from his suit and cuts Nakia on her side stomach. Nakia winces and holds the wound with pressure. Calantha worryingly goes to Nakia and as Calantha is there with her Erik is trying to fight Calantha. Calantha moves Nakia to a safe corner and leans her against the wall. 

Nakia places a hand on Calantha’s shoulder. “You need to finish this fight.”

Calantha placed a finger to her chest, “me? But why me?”

“Because you are a hero. You can save Wakanda. I believe in you.”

Calantha looked to the dining room area where Erik was at and nodded her head in determination. “Wait here, this won’t take too long.” Calantha cracked her knuckles and suddenly shape shifted into a rhino. She ran fast to Erik, Erik was enticing her, opening his arms like if this was a game. “So you can shape shift into animals and humans. Dam* too bad you couldn’t be used in something more...bad.”

Calantha ran to him and tried piercing him with her horn. But he dodged and instead hopped on the side of her. She was messing the whole room up! She trampled everything trying to get Erik off her side. Finally, Erik pushed his leg to hit her stomach and that sent her falling over. Calantha quickly turned into herself and grabbed her rifle. 

Erik already had blood on his face and cuts and bruises. Calantha was out of breath, her hair all disheveled and cuts and bruises on her too. 

“Why did you do this to me? You know I thought we had something special. I thought you was the one. But nah, you gotta prove to me that your like everyone else in this world. A liar!”

Calantha shot her rifle at him a couple of times and screamed, “I am not! Okay yes Erik your childhood, what T’Chaka did to you was extremely wrong. We are imperfect, my childhood was not easy. At least you had a father, I didn’t have either. I have been all alone all my life! But you don’t see me wanting to hurt others, no! No, I put my pain and heartache in protecting people, strangers. Just because something bad happens to you Erik doesn’t mean you gotta take it out on the world.”

Erik took his mask off, “Its not just the world! Its my pop, he was everything that I had. You didn’t know your fam, you didn’t know your dad so you don’t know how it feels like to lose someone.”

Calantha had tears in her eyes and she was shocked, “me? Don’t know how it feels to lose someone? I lost everybody I ever love in my life. All my friends outlived me and died while I was still breathing. I can’t die, Erik! So everyone I love, Nakia, this beautiful place, everyone I ever loved, will be gone but you know what I will still be here to go through all their deaths. This would of never worked out Erik...Because I could never watch the person that I love die while I still keep going on. Its just too much for me.”

Erik walked up to her and grabbed her hands, “I know you didn’t want to do this. But I ain’t got no choice.” Erik bent down and placed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips again. Calantha welcomed it and realized she was too in love with this man. She was in love with him too deep already and she didn’t know how to come out. She needed to make sure that Erik would be okay. Calantha quickly got a injection out of her pocket and stabbed Erik in his neck. 

“What the f-” Erik then fell. 

Nakia came running from the corner, “did you do it? Did you put the lethal injection in him?”

Calantha nodded, “he is better than gone.”

Nakia hugged Calantha and thanked her. “I have word my friend that they have found T’Challa!”

Calantha laughed and nodded, “I’m so happy. I’m glad I could help. Let me just take care of this,” she pointed to Erik. 

Nakia nodded and left. While Calantha ran to the waterfall and dropped him there. “Goodbye Erik, I know you were fighting because you were hurt. I’m sorry.”

In Calantha’s spaceship the beautiful melody of “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles was playing at a low tone. She read her books about mythology and their wonders. Ate her snacks and just relaxed. She then heard a groan. Smirking to herself she got up and swiftly walked over to the groan. “Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?”

A figure moves from the sheets and stands tall and high, “like shi*, where did you throw me again?”

Calantha chuckled and kissed his lips, “the waterfall. I put the heater on in here to get you warm.”

Erik wore a grey hoodie and some sweat pants, with black socks. Calantha wore her jeans, hoodie and adidas. “You look good in that Calantha,” Erik complimented her. 

Calantha held his hand and brought him to a chair next to hers. 

“So where are we going baby?” Erik asked, embracing Calantha from behind. 

Calantha shrugs, “anywhere.”

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  This is long overdue for @moodoriya! This is a fluff piece in which I am giving her in payment for drawing my oc, Mariska and Izuku. This is a ship of her oc, Io Toshinori and Midoriya Izuku! Hope you like it!

     A young male shivered to himself, looking out the window at the rare snowfall in Japan. His dark hair, that when it caught the light would look green, was disheveled as always. The glittering emeralds he called his eyes were tired but glittering with happiness nonetheless. Why? Because he was in love with this angel named Io Toshinori. Sure, she could be sassy and loud sometimes, but she was also kinda and would always stand up for herself and others. She never took the cowards words to heart and instead, would always fight for everyone’s happiness. While he was similar, he was a little more soft spoken than she and that was fine by him.

 “Whatcha looking out at, Izuku?” Speak of the devil. Io’s velvet soft voice rung out into the warm air of the apartment as she came up behind the male. Her smaller hand touches his back gently, a soft calming touch if Izuku ever felt one.

“Just watching the snow fall. I’ve hardly seen this much snow in my life.” The young hero replies, his green eyes still staring the snowflakes down as they fell outside of the small apartment the two shared. His eyes flickered to the girl who was a head shorter than him after his growth spurts over the years of knowing one another. Her own peridot eyes looked to his and held them steadily before her lips broke into a grand smile. 

“I know what we can do today!” She giggles, her eyes glittering in excitement. Letting go of her lover, Io slid gracefully to the closet and opened the doors.

“Really? And what is that?” Curiously, he follows the girl over to the closet. As she dug in the small space within the single bedroom of their apartment, the young man tried to piece together what her plans were and why her smile was so deviously cheeky. “Io, seriously, what are you planning?” He asks once again though it seemed to fall upon deaf ears

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Get your winter gear on!” The pear shaped female turned to him with his coat, at least three thermal shirts, a flannel, a couple pairs of thermal underwear, and a pair of jeans overflowing from her small arms. Izuku gave her a questioning look to which she laughed. “Go on, take it and get ready!” 

The male sighed exasperatedly, tired of trying to coerce her into telling him. Izuku begins to walk to the bathroom connected to the bedroom in order to grant her the privacy to get ready herself. It was a small bathroom but he could get ready easily because of his lean, muscular stature. As he got ready, his mind wandered about the possibilities of the things the honey haired female had planned. Soon, he began to mutter to himself. 

“Maybe she just wants to go out shopping rather than anything else. I mean, she is American so, she probably just wants to go Christmas gift shopping but if she wanted to do that, she just would have told me...maybe going out caroling? No....She wouldn’t want to do that in the middle of the day...” He rants quietly to himself, his words spoken out loud helping him organize his thoughts on this surprise outing as he pulled the jeans up.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he looks about the bedroom for his girlfriend only to find her to be missing. He slips into the common room to look for her only to come up with nothing. Checking the kitchen turned into a mission that failed to no avail. He let out a huff of saddened frustration as he drags himself back to the room only to find his coat and snow boots on the bed with a note. 

‘Meet me outside, Zuzu~’

‘Love, Io’

The male chuckled quietly to himself, rolling his eyes lovingly at the nickname she would teasingly call him by. Pulling on the heavy boots and zipping up the large, puffy coat, Izuku grabs his phone and keys before stepping out into the freezing outdoor air. He sucks in a breath as he turns to the door, locking it. Looking to the ground to try and find his currently mysterious girlfriend, he came up with nothing. He lets out an annoyed huff at his lover’s disappearing act and how sudden it was. She almost never did this which made it a little more annoying as he walked down the staircase that led up to their and other tenants apartments within the complex.

“Io? Love, where are you?” He called out, his eyes scouting for her when he is suddenly hit by a cold circular object that falls apart as it hit him. Izuku turns to the direction it came from, surprised, only to be hit in the face by another one. 

“Haha! Got you, Zuzu~!” The Japanese-American female taunts, her knit cap keep her hair mostly out of her face as she laughs at her boyfriend’s stunned face. “What, cat got your tongue, babe?” Her giggles echo throughout the parking lot of the apartment complex before they abruptly stop. He had thrown his first one. “Oh, it’s on, All Might boy!” She growls after wiping the frozen substance from her face.

“Bring it on, love! I’ll take you down!” Izuku laughs the laugh he would copy as a child. All Might’s ‘hero’ laugh. Izuku bends down and begins to pack a good amount of snow in his palm to throw at her but when he looks up to toss it, she’s no longer in her former place. 

Io quickly sneaked off out of sight, her lip hidden between her teeth to contain her giggles. She looks around the corner where she left him only to find he, too, snuck away. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before her knit cap was dampened by a freezing object slamming itself on her head. Before she could run though, the perpetrator of the snowball attack on her head had grabbed her by her waist with a laugh.

“Nice try, love.” Izuku smirked in triumph before she suddenly turned and kissed him. Izuku welcomed this act of affection, his eyes fluttering shut. But they had not been shut for long when he feels a slushy substance slide down his back within the many layers of clothes he had on. He began to dance around to try and rid himself of the cold. Only after that did he realize the one responsible had slipped away. “Ohhhh, you’re gonna pay for that!” He laughs as he begins to chase her around. Snowy days are the best for practical pranks.

Like said before, this is long overdue and I am so sorry for how late it is! I hope you like it!