"What do you want, N'Jadaka-" "Erik." He corrected, making her smirk. "For someone who is so against the colonizers, you wear your colonized name with such pride-" "That colonized name holds more pride and honor than my birth name."

On Wednesdays we wear plaid.

"You had the chance to get out of this lifestyle. Why didn't you take that chance?" "A dog always returns to its vomit. Plus, this is my empire and he owes me. He thinks he's the kingpin, well I'm the fucking queen pin. I helped build all of this from the ground, up. I just want what's due."

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat

It was his nickname for you . ( post bp killmonger/reader )

You make me the woman, I've always wanted to be. T'Challa x a woman who's an uncanny copy of the storm who once lived. Very mature. Warning: I do not speak xhosa, so translations may be OFF in this book. (not completed )