#HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE CONDITIONS ERIK!??

[ashs-stars]

HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE CONDITIONS ERIK??!!

HOW???

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

One Night Only 2, Part 4

Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku it's finally winding down into a conclusion. Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: Softboi!Erik, Smut

Anthony was fed, your lyrics were coming along well, and Anaya was at peace outside.. enjoying the quiet serenity before it was time to leave and hit the recording studio. You really wanted her to see you at work and in your element, vibing with the team. You'd hyped it to the point of getting her excited now you really had to give it 120%. You were confident. The moment of emotional calm in the house should've been enough. Things had cooled down greatly. But you needed more than that. Much more. You craved clarity, closure, and to clear the muggy air between two of your very best friends. The miscommunication couldn't go on forever.

"Corey," you start once he picks up, "We really need to talk about you and Anaya and clear this whole mess up. If your love is real, you owe the relationship at least that much effort bro. Come on."

"Mane, I can talk to you about the shit. I just can't talk to her or look at her 'cause on God I'm a cry on some goofy shit. Nigga heart hurt."

"I get that. You know I do. Think of what you're throwing away if you're wrong about all this though. If she is telling the truth and it's a misunderstanding, where you gonna go from there? She don't trust you now!"

"ME?! I ain't fuckin do none. I ain't cheat not one time. Everyone know I'm in a relationship with her ass and if they don't, I tell em. I been real mothafuckin ass loyal. Still ain't fuckin nobody else bruh. My ass celibate. I'm horny as shit.."

"Ew, nigga, I ain't ask you that. Send me the picture Rasheeda sent you. Also, why you talking to Rasheeda in the first place? Hm?"

"I don't talk to her, she be there when I visit Anaya for lunch. Real cordial."

"Cordial my ass! Corey, she's a conniving bitch. Did you fuck her?"

"Did I fuck h--Did you ignore what the fuck I just said?" You hear him mutter away from the phone, "Got me fucked up.." When his voice comes back, he continues to deny it. "I just told yo deaf ass I ain't fuck noooobody!"

You sigh. You don't know what to think but you feel like he'd admit it if he had. He's too unapologetic and in your face to lie about something he did or didn't do. Way too much pride. He reminds you a lot of Erik in that way and you can see why they're cool. They're too similar not to be. A lightbulb flashes in your mind and you rush Corey off the phone reminding him to forward you the incriminating image. Immediately, you speed-text Erik.

Y/N: Whenever you get back I need a favor. It involves Corey and Anaya

It's about two minutes before he responds.

Erik: Ok

Erik: Speaking of

Your phone rings and it's his name on the screen which triggers your smile like you've been conditioned. "Baaabe," you sing happy to get even just a little of his time.

"Don't babe me. You out here acting up, twerking in random restaurants? Where was the energy this morning when I wanted some?" You sigh fighting the smile still tugging at your lips. He'd seen the video. It still shocks you how fast things spread.

"That's okay though," he continues calmly, "I'm glad you had fun.. all ratchet and shit. It's cute. Keep that same energy and be in the bedroom at 6. I want you naked and in position, no lingerie.. Naked."

"I'm supposed to be going to the studio to record," you remind him, laughing inside. You knew he would be like this when you left him this morning.

"Well then go to the studio, lil girl. I'll fuck you in the booth, I don't give a fuck," he says as if discussing dinner plans. His chill was enviable.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you grin.

"Oh you bold. Okay, babygirl." He hangs up abruptly and you stare at the phone thinking about the check you just wrote... On second thought. You were kind of running your mouth, you weren't serious. Your team at the studio watching you get railed would be awkward. You'd have to ask them to step out then continue the session after like nothing happened. Shuffling to the deck, you find Anaya looking at the sky.

"Um," you grin awkwardly when she looks at you. "Would you be disappointed if we didn't hit the studio just yet?" She gapes and pouts, visibly disappointed.

"Come on, Y/N. You got me hyped to see a live recording session. Come through Cali hoe!"

Groaning, you shift on your feet. Cali Hoe. That would make a good song title. Tally ho, Cali hoe. "Anaya.. Girl.. You don't understand," you snicker.

"So explain it to me."

You sigh humored, "Erik... is threatening sex in the booth if I go in today."

There's a sputtering chuckle to the side at your expense and you nod sarcastically. You shouldn't have told her. "What's up with this negro and public escapades? Always doing something. Just wild for no reason.." she pauses before adopting a devilish grin. "Nahhh bitch, you going," she says looking you up and down. "I'm thoroughly in need of some entertainment and this is perfect."

"I don't think you understand," you laugh anxiously.

"No, it's very simple. Do you want that wild and reckless unpredictability you fell in love with or nah? He's been consistent. Be happy he's still the same person to you all this time later..," she pauses and you know Corey is still heavy in her thoughts. He was a part of her at this point that she couldn't shake off or detach from. "..And you know you love it! So don't think so much," she says with eyes as earnest as a child's. There was so much passion and care in her voice. It drops an octave as she stares at you. "Do you wanna get fucked at home, missionary with the lights out in your bedroom for the next however many years... or do you wanna get your guts jammed in that recording booth?"

"BRUH," you yell. Missionary with the lights off isn't even in your nigga's vocabulary.

"Judging by that balcony sex tape--"

"HUSH! ...DAMN!" You get the point though and the correlation. "Fine," you sigh. "This one's for you... Recording booth it is."

---

"I think this is working so far. I like it, but run that last part back. I need to change the speed of the rhythm.. right here just a bit.. slow it down to fit my flow when I transition. It kinda jumps. Can we mix in a little something so that--"

"I got you," your producer says, immediately moving to tweak the sound. "I does this.. I got you." He knows your style choices by now and your sound. He's also very patient because you know what you want.

"Yeah, and then I'll go in and record the accents." You look at Anaya and wave her over. She's been feeling it so far so you put her in the booth and make her sing through a backing track. Her voice sounds amazing layered under yours and you feel like a musical virtuoso. A firm hand squeezing your asscheek makes you jump a little, developing a crazy look in your eye because how dare any crusty person in this booth touch you, but then you look and it's just Erik. He grips you up against his chest and as his lips smile into your neck, his hand works its way quickly into your panties.

"Wait," you whisper frantically, looking around. He's got everyone staring. You know it. You try to move, but he won't let you and he won't remove his damned hand from inside your panties. You look down and you can see the bulge in your pants moving around. It's super obvious and blatant. You kiss your teeth and he chuckles into your neck.

"You ain't mad, you wet... Talking all that shit," he whispers so only you hear. You are wet and incredibly horny, but the close-up audience is too much. You can look in everyone's eyes and it makes you nervous. His fingers climb inside of you causing you to clench as Anaya tries to contain the humor in her expression. You roll your eyes to camouflage your arousal, also ready to slap your producer for his wandering eye on your zipper. As your song plays forgotten in the background, Erik snickers silently, thoroughly entertained with himself, "I told you. You forget I let you think you're in control.. Who's in charge?"

"...You are," you whisper, distracted by this breath on your ear and neck. He's rubbing you down below and it sends a chill through you.

"And who am I? Put some base in your voice." He's going all out today. You shake your head and he bites your ear. "Say it."

"Daddy," you blurt.

"Show over. Everyone get the fuck out," he yells and people bounce immediately, Anaya being the last and walking out slowly. His fingers leave you and you yank your body away raring to light into him but he snatches you back by your arm and throws you over the equipment.

"ERIK! You better PRAY you d-didn't mess anything up," you stutter.

"I don't give a fuck." He yanks down your clothes and grips your hair firmly in his fist bringing your head back as he pushes slowly into your entrance, his lips at your ear. "You know what to do. Turn up."

It felt too good not to. Relenting to the feeling, you throw it back, working him as he tugs roughly on your hair. Without warning, he begins crashing into you and your legs buckle. Pressing his hand into your back, he proceeds to drive his hips into you. You've long been ruined for other dick. An image of a hotdog in a hallway comes to mind. "You better.. not.. ever die," you grunt through his thrusts.

"Fuck you talking bout?"

"Where.. I'm a find.. dick, uhh.. like thiss," you hiss. He collapses on top of you, his heavy body bouncing in wheezing laughter. "I'm serious," you breathe.

Once you're put back together, he checks you out to make sure you're presentable and invites the team back into the studio. They run through the song one more time with all of the improvements as if nothing had happened and he grabs your cheeks in one hand, smacking a loud kiss on your lips. "Good job," he says.

---

In your bedroom, he's changing into his dark grey workout gear on his way back out to meet his trainer. You know better than to stand between him and his workout session because his image is part of his fame and his money, but you have to talk to him.

"Hey Erik?"

"Sup," he says lifting from the bed and shifting you out of his path, "I gotta go baby."

"I know. Just wanted to tell you, I fired Raven. She was negligent toward Anthony and I caught her in here trying on my clothes. Then she wouldn't leave immediately, it was weird. Corey and Anaya are going through a potential breakup because he thinks she's cheating and she swears she isn't. She's basically been taking care of the baby alone and I feel like I have to fix it. Also, I still don't know who leaked my number because if it wasn't Armont, then who was it?"

He drops back onto the bed rubbing his face. Pulling out his phone, he makes a call and you stare at him confused.

"Yeah, Pers.. I can't make it today...."

"NO, I didn't mean--" you shake your head silently pantomiming for him to hang up and go ahead. You didn't mean for him to drop everything and handle it right on the spot. You just needed to vent and wanted him to know what was going on.

"Yeah, I know. I'll work out from here and meet you tomorrow.... Sumo squats, back squats, leg curls, and lunges.... and the treadmill, yep... aight."

Gaping, you stare in regret, but he stands slowly to hug you with seemingly no hard feelings.

"Fix your face. Don't feel bad, you're more important than my workout. I got a whole home gym, I can workout at home. You obviously need me right now."

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[brattywriters-anonymous]

House Party 3

Erik's POV

Ibiza, Spain

Agroturismo Atzaró, Ibiza

Transcript from Inga: Parker sent over the assignment. Target: Eliaz Cruz Age: Thirty-two. Contract: Open Compensation: ten million our intelligence told us he'll be at Club O Beach Ibiza in the third bungalow on the right end. Got it 

"It's almost 8, maybe we should head out before he gets too fucked up and leaves." Mirah was putting on her skirt, "How do I look?" I almost dropped my nine millimeter on the floor. This girl looks good, damn if we had the time, I'd..

"Hey! Earth to Stevens!" "Oh, you look good. So you bringing a knife to this gun fight?" She nodded as she stashed the blade in her bikini top. "I'm old school like that." I laugh at her, "So... This is it for you?" She pointed around my figure I held my hands out, "What? What's wrong with what I got on?" She scoffed and giggled, "Its not much is what's wrong!" "It's a pool party! What am I supposed to wear?" "At least throw on a shirt, nigga! How are you supposed to conceal your piece?" I found a compression tee I packed for my morning runs and put it on, "Better?" She took a deep sigh, "Better."

--

Mirah's POV

We left our villa to walk over to the McLaren 570GT that Inga rented us for the week."I'm driving!" I rushed over to the drivers side of the sports car. He trailed me over to the same side and shook his head, "No. You're not." I whined. "C'mon! You drove all day! And on our last mission! And on the way here! And whe--" "Okay! Okay! Damn girl! You whine too damn much!" He tossed me the key. "Yay!" I grinned and unlocked the doors.

I pressed the start button and Inga's voice blared through the speakers, "Hey team!" We vastly interjected, "We are not a team!" she chuckled, "I know! I just like saying it to get you two roweled up. Anywho, Club O Beach is about thirty-two minutes away. I sent the route to the GPS. Erik, please mind the speed limits! We can't afford anymore tickets on your license." "Actually, Inga, I am driving to our destination tonight!" She gasped, "Oh! Okay! Well, Mirah. Safe travels, buckle up, and I hope you have a safe mission." "Thank you!" As I traveled through the PM-804, we chose to travel in silence. "So....."

"Soooo..." Erik mirrored my attempt of breaking the ice."Can we talk about something? Thirty minutes is a long time to not speak." "I mean If you want to. I guess." "I do. So, tell me about you Stevens." "There's not much to tell." I sucked my teeth, "Why are you being so short with me? I'm sure we're gonna be doing more jobs together so you might as well let that shit go." I felt his eyes burning through my profile. "What you wanna know, MiMi?" "How old are you?" "Thirty-Three." "Okay. I'm Thirty. Where you from?" "A little bit of everywhere." "Everywhere like where?" He sighed hard, "I was born and raised in Oakland, Went to the Navy. I was stationed mostly in Korea until I joined the SEALS. Then I was in D.C. for three years. After I discharged, I went to Massachusetts for school. Spent six years there. After school I spent time in Harlem." "Damn, so you really from--" "A little bit of everywhere." "So which place felt like home?" I blinked in his direction, he shook his head, "None of em." "Oh..kay. Well, I'm from Miami. Born and raised. I moved to LA when I was nineteen, spent some time in film school. I wanted to become a director and screenwriter. Then I had to go back home to handle family shit." "Family shit, huh? What's that?" So he's gonna start posing questions now? Cute. "My momma lost her job and cost of living in Miami ain't no bitch. She was raised on what I like to call, Miami girl mentality." "What's the Miami girl mentality?" "Find a man with a bag. Keep that man with a bag. Boss up, and if he not keeping you, get with the next man..with a bag." 

"Tuh. Alright. What that got to do witchu MiMi?" "She kept tryna convince me to start stripping, escorting, or at least bar tending. I told her I just wanted to make films. She kept saying that's not where the money is right now, and we need money at the moment. So, I bar tended at a strip club for a year. Gave my momma half of my checks plus most of my tips for rent and she was always complaining that it wasn't enough. One night, a guy came in. He knew I was struggling and offered to help me. Under one condition." "You had to--" "Train. Sloan threw me full force into the assassin life. Gun ranges, cutlery training, chemicals, mercenary combat..all of it." "So, where's your mom now?" "I completed my first mission five years ago. I took my first commission and bought her a loft right on Ocean Drive. Paid the bills up a couple years and told her to leave me alone. She was hindering my growth. My goals. I had to separate myself. For that and the fact of my job could take away any family or loved ones I cared about at any given moment." He took my left hand. "I get it." "So what about you? You got any family?" "Yeah. My moms and pops died when I was young, I got cousins and an aunt though. They don't live in the states." "So is that why none of the places you lived back there feel like home?" He nods, "Yeah. My home is where they are." "Where is that?" We looked at each other for a moment.

Turn right on to S Rafe Joan Castello/PMV 812-2

I followed the GPS' directions. "So, where did you go to school?" "MIT." He shrugged it off like it was nothing. "Daaaammmn. You fine and you smart?" He laughed, "You think I'm fine, cutie?" Damn. I said that out loud. "Uhh.. I mean...You are attractive." I removed my hand from his to rub the back of my neck in nervousness. "Thanks. You not too bad yourself." I blush at his mediocre compliment. "So what you study?" "Business Administration. Then I went back for my Doctorate." "So, you're actually Dr. Stevens?" "Yup." "You get your Doctorate in business?" "Nah. Engeneering." Damn..he really is smart. "That's cool. So why don't you use your degrees?" "Who says I don't?" I clutched my pearls, "Ah! Ahkay! So we're multifaceted, are we?" I glared over at him, he sunk down in his seat and grinned, "We are." "That's wassup. This assassin life can be draining." "So you still film?" "Meh. Here and there. When I'm feeling it. You married? Got any little Eriks running around?" "Huh? Hell no! No wife. No lil nigglets. You got a man? Lil nigglets?" I burst out in laughter, "No. I am not married nor courted. And I do not have any little pokemon running around." He nudged me a little, "As fine as you are, why?" "I haven't been looking honestly. I never thought anybody would understand what I do or why I do it." 

"Why do you you kill, Miss Mirah?" "Dr. Stevens, I only do kills that are for the greater good. I'm not out here killing children, nor men or women that don't deserve it. The money is more than good. Which helps me gather my filming and writing equipment, pay for my expensive ass place, and my mom's." "That's plausible. I've been killing since I was fifteen. My first kill was strictly self defense. I was helping a woman, a man was beating on her in an ally back in Oakland. I was walking to my group home when I heard her scream for help. He was trying to...rape her. I saw the gun in his hand and I went for it. We were wrestling over it and I elbowed him in the gut. He dropped it and before I knew it I had it in my hand and PAA! I see his face all the time. Even during some of my other kills. I didn't kill again after that until I enlisted. All the countries I visited after, I had to kill to protect my brothers and sisters on the line with me. After that, I joined in a mercenary faction. We killed for the money. Every body I caught during that time was purely for the money. It didn't matter to me who was right, who was wrong. That's when I met Sloan. We were in the same faction. We never ran around in the same subgroups but after I left that life behind, he became my first associate." "So that's how you know each other.." "Mhm." "So why do you kill now?" He took a pregnant pause, which made me look back over at him, then he answered, "I kill now because it's necessary. Every hit now has either planned to take us or our client down. I can't have either if I want a steady cash flow rolling in. But after this one, I'm taking some time out. Spend some needed time with my family." I smiled, "That's great." "So, what you gon do witcho ten?" "Uhh.. I'm gonna buy my loft. Probably travel. Write and film more. I could finish a project just in time for the Sundance deadline." "Cool. Cool."

Continue on Es Novells, your destination will be straight ahead in 2.1 Kilometers

"If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?" Erik completely threw me off with that question. But I already knew the answer, "Africa. I don't know which country, but I've always wanted to go back where my ancestors came from." As I put the car in park, I looked back in his direction and he was already looking at me. "What?" "Nothing. I just don't hear many people say that answer." "Wouldn't you want to?" "Actually, that's--"

"Okay, love birds, it's showtime!" Inga's voice paraded through the speakers again.

--

Erik's POV

The pool's blue and purple lighting set the entire club area's mood, the up tempo Spanish music filled the space. And so did the crowd. It was so many tourists and party goers. Mirah and I both turned on our communicators, Sloan decided that he would take the lead, associating on this mission. I was incredibly reluctant to do it, but Mirah says she trusts him with her life. I agreed to disagree. "Alright Mirah, Erik. The less attention placed on yourselves, the better. Enjoy the festivities for a while. When Mr. Cruz gets back to his bungalow, I'll let you know."I held my hand out to her, "You do dance, right?" She looked at it and walked out to the dance floor, still mean. I trailed her as she began swaying to the beat. That sheer shit she got on was doing her ass all the justice I needed to see. I moved along with her, grabbed her hand, she spun around. I looked down at her face, she was taking in her surroundings. I almost forgot the mission. This is the second mission she's thrown me off of. I knew this partner thing was gonna be distracting. I looked over to my right to see our target and our intelligence, a blonde named Arin. She was his plus one for the night and she's been entertaining him with all of the drinks and drugs he could handle."Hola! You guys look so cute! You here on vacation?" a woman, probably in her early twenties, was standing to our side. I skewed my head. I don't talk to anyone I don't know. I definitely don't talk to anyone I don't know, outside the country. Mirah stepped between us, "Yeah. We are. We're--" "Newlyweds. On our honeymoon." I interjected, wrapping my arms around MiMi. "Ahh! Well, congratulations! We should toast to that!" She motioned for a waiter, he brought us champagne. "Salud!" The woman said as she gulped down her drink, looking directly at us. We followed suit, looking at each other. "I'm Teresa by the way!" Mirah took her hand as they danced together. "Mr. Stevens! No need to be a prude! She's just a girl trying to party!" Sloan's British accent came through my communicator, "You checked her out?" "Yes. Teresa Mendez, twenty two years old, exchange student from Madrid. She's a regular at the club. There's nothing to be alarmed about." I just danced alone while peeping the scene, looking for our target. He was in the pool with Arin. Her and I locked eyes for a couple seconds and she said something to Eliaz while pointing at the bungalow. I quickly stepped between the two women, "Honey! I need to borrow you for a moment!" Mirah rolled her eyes and told Teresa she'll be back. "What's up?" I turned her around and held her close to me, her head peaking above my shoulder so she could see what I was witnessing. "He's about to make his way over to the spot. Arin is gonna leave him alone, we slide in and close the curtains." She nodded, leaned back and looked me in the eyes. She looked focused, she looked ready. "Alright gang, he is going to his section! Get ready to close in." I took MiMi's hand and lead her to our destination. She pulled down my shirt, my gun was showing. I peered over my shoulder and grinned, "Now who's tryna look at who's booty?" She laughed and tapped my backside, "I never said I don't look!" I stopped, turned around and pulled MiMi really close to me, "Alright we're gonna act like a drunk couple and stumble into the bungalow. Got it?" She gave a slight nod, "Got it."

--

Mirah's POV

Erik cupped my ass and I immediately felt the heat radiating between us. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned in to seal the deal. Once our lips touched, I let a moan slip out. Damn, his lips are really soft. I pulled away from him with a puzzled look on my face, not because I didn't know what we were doing, it was because I didn't know if we were acting or not. He grinned at me and closed our gap again. This kiss was more aggressive than the last as he walked backwards. I was trailing his movements until we fell into place. I grabbed his face and added tongue, he grinned against my lips and placed a slap on my left cheek. Which made me open my eyes to realize I needed to close the curtains. I grabbed both strings holding the two cloths open.

"What the hell are you two doing?" We heard a thick Spanish accent. We slowly broke our kiss, I stared at Erik, down at my bikini top then back at him as I reached behind him. He got the clue, he cupped my breast then reached beneath it to grab my concealed blade. "You two need to leave. NOW." 

Eliaz stood up with is phone in is hand. I pulled out Erik's nine millimeter and aimed it right at his head, "I don't think that's such a good idea, Eliaz!" "Nah. I don't either. I suggest you give that to me and take a seat."

"QUICKLY! THERE'S AN UNIDENTIFIED BOGEY. HE IS RUSHING TOWARD THE BUNGALOW...FOUR SECONDS!" Erik handed me the silencer, I quickly screwed it on and cocked the gun back. Erik looked over at Eliaz, put his finger over his lip, signaling for our target to remain quiet."THERE'S ANOTHER RUSHING TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE. BE PREPARED TO TAKE THEM OUT.", Sloan warned. I reached into my clutch to give Erik my emergency .22. He grabbed it and the first bogey swept the curtain back. I pulled him in and shot him close range in his heart. He fell. Erik caught the one on the right, we heard guests screaming and scrambling. We looked at each other, pointed our weapons at Eliaz, shot him five times. I shot two, Erik, three. We booked it out of the club and blended in with the terrorized party-goers.

--

[bakarikillmonger]

39 & 79, T’Cherik pls!

Survival/Wilderness Fic + Anger Born of Worry + T'Cherik

All T'Challa hears when he wakes up is ringing, he can only smell burning and his sight is limited to smoke. But his mind quickly tells him something is wrong as he stands up. Where’s Erik?

T'Challa cannot breathe, he swivels his hips quickly in hopes to see Erik but he cannot. The king becomes blind to the smoke and ashes circling the trees close to him, he needs to find Erik now. From the looks of the dried blood on his forehead, T'Challa needs to make sure his cousin is not in worse condition than he is.

“N'Jadaka!” T'Challa yells, the former prince is aware of how much Erik despises people addressing him by his birth name – the constant comparison he makes is the noise of nails on a chalkboard. But T'Challa cannot take his preferences into consideration right now, he needs to ensure Erik isn’t bleeding out against a burning tree.

His Panther Habit is torn, in multiple areas of the body, there’s no explanation as to why it’s not repairing itself but barely any blood leaks from the open parts of the suit. But then he comes across a sight that tears something else – his heart.

“Erik?”

T'Challa sees his cousin laying on the floor, with similar tears to his Jaguar habit. The image pushes a whimper out of the king and he slowly walks towards the lifeless body. T'Challa picks up speed when he sees Erik’s bloody nose and falls to his knees, pushing Erik’s body.

“Erik!? N'Jadaka, please!” T'Challa yells, he cannot cradle another dead body. Shaking the body makes no progression until Erik’s mouth extends and T'Challa’s tears cease. The asshole’s yawning.

“Sup ‘cuz? I’m just trying to sl-”

Erik’s reactions are not quick enough to counter T'Challa slapping and punching his chest, visibly upset and annoyed.

“Do-you-know-how-worried-I-was!?”  

Each word follows with a hit and Erik laughs in pain, he feels guilty for making T'Challa worried but it still amuses him.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, aight?”

T'Challa huffs and rolls his eyes, he’s not happy with Erik but he’s relieved to see Erik’s still alive. Pulling Erik up, they stand together and look at the burning Wakandan forest.

“Don’t ever do that again, alright?”

“Fine…What happened?”

“One of the engines in the Royal Talon Flyer failed, we crashed about twenty minutes ago,” T'Challa begins. He taps the Kimoyo beads laced around his wrist and also tries Erik’s. No success. “It seems like we are on our own for this one. Have you ever heard about what lives in the forest?”

Erik looks around and sees his blade. With a quick motion, he picks it up and looks at T'Challa with a grin.

“I don’t need to, as of this moment I’m living in the fuckin’ forest now.”

Two days pass and T'Challa feels a lot worse. His wounds need attending but neither of them own any clothes to wrap around the wounds. He stumbles with his arm around Erik’s shoulder but he manages to push through until they reach the bottom of a waterfall.

“You been here before, T?”

T'Challa weakly chuckles.

“Shut up.”

Erik lays T'Challa against a large boulder and looks for anything that can help, but he sees nothing. Once he assesses T'Challa, he notices something.

“Hey, you’re bleeding.”

“Yes, I can see.”

“No, you can’t. The blood’s not coming from the rips in your suit, it’s coming from underneath the suit, we need to get you fixed up, now. Let me put some water on it, get it cleaned up.”

T'Challa sits forward with a groan and looks at Erik.

“Erik…the habits destroyed all of our clothing…including-”

“T'Challa, I ain’t gonna let you die 'cos you forgot to bring a spare pair of boxers,” Erik laughs. The king has to admit it’s funny and laughs with him. “Deactivate it. Look, I’ll do the same so you feel less uncomfortable.”

They both deactivate their suits and look at each other with awkward glares as the revelation of skin travels down their bodies. They share a few playful kisses in the past, but this…this is much more than kissing each other’s cheeks as a joke. Although more happens between them in the past than they like to admit. T’Challa stands up again with struggle and moves towards the water.

“Okay…let’s get you washed up.”

T'Challa limps to the water and shivers at how cold it is on his feet. Erik seems to be focused on something else, he ignores the harsh temperature of the water.

“Shit, if we go hungry we could always cut off a bit of yo’ ass. Looks like we’d be set for a few weeks,” Erik chuckles and T'Challa turns around like Erik is pinching him.

“Are you serious? This is supposed to make me more comfortable?”

“I’m joking man. Just sit here and it’ll be over soon.”

T'Challa does so and winces at the blend of the cold and his cuts stretching. Erik gets on his knees and starts caressing T'Challa’s body with wet palms. His hands course over the wounds but at points T'Challa swears to himself that Erik’s covering regular skin.  He seems to be enjoying it a lot more than T’Challa, but T’Challa appreciates how gentle his cousin is to him, considering the past between them. Erik touches a wound across the right-side of T'Challa’s lower abdomen and his finger accidentally opens the cut a bit more. 

“Ah!”

Erik opens his eyes and looks at T'Challa.

“Water too cold?” He teases.

“Oh yes, it’s that. Not you sticking your fingers into my wounds like you dropped some change down there.”

Erik loves T'Challa’s sarcasm.

“I forgot how much cats hate water.”

“Erik, if I die, my last conversation is not going to be defending the fact I am not actually a cat.”

Erik chuckles and raises his eyebrows.

“I’d never let you die, T'Challa. I got you.”

The prince moves his hands to T'Challa’s thighs and T'Challa cannot help but make eye contact. His eyes connect with Erik’s, who’s been looking at him since he started, except for when he needs to look at possibly critical wounds.

“Almost done.”

T'Challa blames it on how his body is adjusting to the cold water, but something begins to grow underwater and he panics. Except he doesn’t panic with his face, no instead he looks away. What he fails to realize is that now he’s staring at Erik’s member, until he actually notices. T'Challa tries to move his eyes but he cannot and soon Erik becomes aware of it. That’s when T'Challa finally unfreezes.

“Erik, I-I apologize. I just lost focus from the pain,” T'Challa insists.

“So if I put my hand underwater, I ain’t gonna feel something hard?”

T'Challa nods silently and Erik smiles, he tries to put his hand underwater and T'Challa stops him.

“Stop it! You’re not going to feel anything!” T'Challa yells, petrified.

“I’m just going fishing,” Erik laughs. “Oh, what’s this?”

“Nothing!” T'Challa giggles and once Erik gets a hold of it, they both fall silent. No words are spoken and out of nowhere, they both lean in to fuse their lips together, to create one moment that cannot be spoken of. T'Challa lets Erik’s silk tongue course down his neck, his lips assist the gesture, Erik grunts as T'Challa moans and he wants to fall back but he cannot. After ten more seconds T'Challa pushes him away and stands up, which prompts Erik to do the same.

Erik licks his lips and looks at T'Challa, who swallows something – guilt, confusion, lust…whatever it is makes him look as if he’s been caught committing murder.

“We need to collect some wood and some leaves. It’s a possibility we could be here for longer than expected. Come on.”

Erik smirks and watches T'Challa lead the two, his eyes follow T'Challa’s alluring cheeks and he envisions all the possibilities of what will happen if they get out of the forest. T'Challa could act like this never happens and they both live a life of endless pining. Or they can accept how they feel and act on it.  

And from the looks of T'Challa turning around, noticing Erik’s glimpse and giving him a smile, it seems like it will be the latter. It also helps that because the suits cannot repair themselves, they cannot be re-activated again.

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

SE MCs background chapter 1: The Meeting.

Okay so. This may not be as long as I thought it was? Idk. I broke the chapters into little bits so Yh. Enjoy I guess idk.

Also, it skips to 1st POV of the story BEGINNING on the third paragraph dkwnwn. I didn’t know how to transition it so whoops....

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There was a girl named Melody Anders. She was a kind girl, raised by a good mother and father. She didn’t have any siblings, so she was a little bit of a loner. However, she was fine with that. But she couldn’t deny the feeling of wanting something more in life. She didn’t know what it was but knew when she found it, she would know it was what she wanted. She was always a curious person, sometimes a little bit nosy, but its why people loved her. Even if they got annoyed of her sometimes.

She was a woman that had blonde hair and honey colored eyes. She was beautiful. Or that’s what everyone told her. Even if she didn’t see the same thing sometimes...

I felt hot as I felt the sunshine on my back. It was a very hot day for a walk, I should’ve brought some water with me. Plus, it was a mistake to wear a black dress, leggings, and boots. I’m making a lot of bad decisions today. I began walking down a path, but when I passed some bushes, I heard noises. It sounded like people talking. But not a few people, a lot of people. Me being the nosy person I am, I decided to walk closer. It got louder as I looked into the bushes. I decided to walk into the bushes for some reason. I think I am the person who would die first in the horror movie.

I walked further and I soon came upon an area that looked like a square with a fountain in the middle. There were buildings surrounding it but there was a fountain in the middle. Some people were talking and some people began to walk away. It looked like a park when I thought about it, but I didn’t know why it was hidden between some bushes. This world felt a little bit different. It was so colorful. Even the people’s hair were colorful. Blonde, brown, pink, purple, and many more. It was weird but I couldn’t think much about it before I felt the need to go closer. I began to walk closer to the fountain but I accidentally tripped over something. “Oof!” I felt my knees hit the ground but I used my hands to catch myself. I didn’t have much time to move before I heard someone speak to me.

“Hey, are you okay?” I looked up and saw someone with pinkish hair. Like a punch pink. He had purple eyes with a concerned look. There was a man next to him with white hair, and blue eyes. “Uh...” I stuttered out. I have to get it together so I don’t look stupid! I shook my head and took his hand that was held out in front of me. “Be a little careful next time,” he said with a laugh. I finally stood up all the way and let out a little laugh as well. He finally got a good look at my eyes and me, and he seemed to go tense. Did I look bad after I fell? His friend didn’t seem to notice anything, so what was it?

“Can I talk to you for a second?” The man said to me with a look of sadness and confusion in his eyes. I was confused but agreed anyway. No way I would say “no” to talking to a handsome stranger. He told his friend to wait here and he took me a little distance away from everyone. He had his arm crossed and, even if he looked angry, looked very confused. “How did you get here?” I told him about the bushes and how I just stepped through. His eyebrows seemed to come together in confusion. “That doesn’t make sense. You’re not supposed to be here.”

Hold up.

I suddenly got a little bit angry and annoyed. Why wasn’t I allowed to be here? “And why is that exactly?” He sighed. “Well,” he began as he looked around to confirm no one was around. “We aren’t exactly...human,” he told me with a small smile. What? My head tilted to the side, confused. “How can you not be human? You look human.” He really did. He had all the normal functions of a human and looks, so what could he be? He put his hand to his chin and seemed like he was thinking. I guess that was his thinking pose. Kinda cute honestly.

He told me to stay here for a second and he walked over to his friend. I couldn’t exactly hear them but his friend glanced over to me and seemed little anxious. I wasn’t dangerous. Heck, I’m not even that strong so I couldn’t do much damage. His friend looked over at me again, but now with a look of concern. He seemed to sigh and nod. After that interaction, the man I was talking to called me over. I walked over to them and he told me how I had to go with him to keep me safe. “Wait, wait, wait. I don’t even know your names,” I pointed out to them. The man I talked to let out a little laugh. “My name is Gabriel, and his name is Erik.”

Erik was a man that had white hair and blue eyes. That was all I could say about him so far. I hadn’t even spoken a word to him but I didn’t know what to say exactly. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both. But why do I need to come with you two?” I may have wanted to meet new people, but I was NOT up for some kidnapping today. “We’re not going anywhere private exactly. We’re going to a cafe not far from here,” he said with his hands in front of him like he was trying to assure me that they wouldn’t do anything. I sighed and nodded. I mean, we were going somewhere in public, they couldn’t hurt me in public right?

We went to a cafe that only was a 5 minute walk away but I wasn’t sure. My phone stopped working so I couldn’t see the time. I was sure my phone was in perfect condition, but maybe it was just time to get a new phone. Gabriel got us all a table and they ordered drinks. I just decided to order coffee. Coffee was always good at any time of the day to me. “Okay, so, are we really going to tell her?” Erik asked Gabriel. Gabriel nodded with a look of uncertainty. Whatever they were hiding from me was apparently very important. Gabriel looked me head on and explained that everyone here were magicians or not human. I wanted to laugh in their face but they seemed like they weren’t kidding.

Their faces had a look of seriousness, and it felt rude to laugh in their face. I crossed my arms across my chest and began to think. They told me how only magicians or people with magic were able to come here. As long as I have ever lived so far, I’ve never seen magic before. Or even heard people talk about it like it was real. So, I couldn’t have magic. They seemed just as confused as me. We got our drinks and started drinking in silence. “Well, what am I supposed to do?” They looked at each other with concerned glances. “We can’t report her. Who knows that they’ll do to her,” Erik whispered to Gabriel. “It can’t be that bad,” he whispered back. Erik rolled his eyes.

“You can stay with me until we get your situation worked out.” My eyes seemed to squint at him. Couldn’t he be a kidnapper? “How am I supposed to trust you?” He let out a smile at me. “Ah, we got a smart one here. I have a bedroom that has only one copy of a key to open it. It’s yours and I won’t be able to enter until you open the door.” That seemed to ease my concerns but I was still anxious. However, I didn’t seem to have any other options. I couldn’t leave because they said it wasn’t safe, so being with them seemed to be the only option here. “Fine.” They both smiled at me and their bodies seemed to become less tense.

We finished our drinks and they payed with some coins. They’re currency must’ve been very different. Guess I was stuck with them if I couldn’t buy anything. Erik took me to his house and it seemed pretty nice. It was an average sized home. He showed me the key and the bedroom, and I gotta say, that bedroom was nice as hell. I didn’t live with my parents anymore because I was 20. But I lived in an apartment and my room wasn’t even this nice. I thanked him and, since it was late at night, he gave me some pajamas. Basically some shorts and a really big T-shirt. I couldn’t complain because he was being generous and gave me these, so I put them on and said goodnight. I laid in the bed and couldn’t fall asleep like I usually do.

I mean, I’m in a new WORLD. Not just a different place, a whole new world. It was kind of scary, but also exciting. Maybe I could learn more about this world? I would have to go home eventually but maybe I could come back? It seems nice here and not too dangerous. But I guess that was an idea for another day. My eyelids slowly started close and I eventually fell asleep. Hopefully awaking to a nice morning and not be tied up and blindfolded.

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I hope this was good. It’s only the first chapter so it probably will get better? Idk. My writings gotten better in my opinion so I hope you liked this first chapter.

In the beginning it did switch from 3rd POV of Melody to 1st POV all of a sudden because I didn’t know how to exactly introduce the story so yeah djwnwb.