Summary: The Avengers take a day off to spend time at the beach. The day they pick just so happens to be the same day as a surf competition. The beach is teeming with people watching the top ten surfers duke it out on the waves. One surfer in particular caught the eyes of a certain raven haired Prince of Lies.
Warnings: My first kissing scene, Douches being douches,
Key:(Y/N) = Your Name, (L/N) = Last Name, (s/c) = skin color, (f/f) = favorite flavor, (h/c) = hair color, (ExBf) = Ex-Boyfriend’s name goes here, (e/c) = eye color
Your ideas for Black Panther were amazing!! Btw my name Annika, one letter difference with the name you have the oldest bodyguard! You are wonderful
But wait. There’s more.
I know that in canon, T’Challa treats his young bodyguards
like daughters, but on the flip side consider:
As more women join the Dora Milaje, they kind of follow Aunika’s
lead. Which is how T’Challa gets about 30 women, aged 13 to 25, all treating
him like their small son.
“Look at you! So handsome! Have a good day, sweetie!”
“My king! Did you pack a sweater? Where’s the big woolly
scarf Onia knitted you?”
“I packed you a lunch, T’Challa. And I did cut the crusts
off your sandwich.”
T’Challa is totally mystified, because he’s older than
literally all of them. The worst offender is Onia, because she’s 13, five foot
nothing, and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. She has to stand on a stool to give
him a forehead kiss before he goes off to meet with the legislators (and she
does). She has a pic of him in her wallet. She openly refers to him as her smol
T’Challa is always two seconds away from spontaneous
combustion from embarrassment. He brings Onia along with him to missions
No one knows how old Aunika really is. If anyone asks, she
says she’s 113 years old. And obviously she’s not 113 years old, but if you get
her talking about her childhood it doesn’t seem implausible. Aunika has seen so
much in her lifetime.
When T’Challa can’t go on adventures with the Avengers, he
sends one of his bodyguards. After a few times, he just sends Nakia to fill in
for him. Not because she can represent him necessarily better than any of the
others, but because the Avengers request her by name.
(She is so good at Super Smash Bros omg!)
Okay, so from what I read, the different tribes of Wakanda
would send girls to be part of the Dora Milaje, kind of like representatives
for that tribe, in the hopes that the king would pick your tribe’s rep as a
wife. That’s, like, extra representation AND bragging rights. I like to imagine
all the different tribes throwing together beauty pageants to pick out the
loveliest bodyguard-to-be, but instead of a swimsuit part of the pageants,
there’s a mixed martial arts tourney in the middle. And you would think it
would get really heated and vicious, but really when a winner is picked all the
girls cry and hug and exchange email addresses and the winner wants to serve her
tribe and bring honor to her little corner of Wakanda, but she also hates to
leave behind her corner of Wakanda, ya feel? And it’s super bittersweet, and it’s
kind of scary, but that’s the way it goes.
We all love Aunika and Nakia, but also remember there’s,
like, 28 other bodyguards.
We already met Onia a little. She is smol but powerful. She
got picked to go because she’s very sweet and chatty.
Nomsa is the next youngest in age, clocking in at 15. You
know that one kid in middle school who went through a dinosaur phase? Nomsa
never grew out of her dinosaur phase. She has an encyclopedic understanding of pre
Thandiswa didn’t win her tribe’s beauty/martial arts
pageant. She just kind of packed an overnight bag and showed up at the royal
palace like, “Whatup I got a big sock.” (It’s a novelty duffel and she is crazy
proud of it. Her mom made it for her. It’s the most ridiculous thing she owns.)This
is kind of confusing because the rightful representative from Thandiswa’s tribe
Lulama, and it gets more confusing because Lulama never
intended to win? Like, she went and got in on the pageant at home because
everyone was doing it. And she’s all about serving the king, yadda yadda, but
she feels a little bit like an imposter the whole time. There’s this nagging
feeling that she shouldn’t be here that she just. Can’t. Shake. She gets homesick
within five minutes of living at the palace, and she cries at night, and she
just wants to give up but she hates to disappoint anyone. Luckily, someone
helps pull her out of her slump, which brings us to
Majobo. Majobo is a bright beacon of love and light, which
is ironic because she just wants to fight everyone all the time. She is one of
the most ambitious assholes in the Dora Milaje ensemble. She wanted to be here,
and now she’s here. She sweated, bled and wept to get where she is. Someone
scolded her mother once because they thought Majobo was an irreverent snot, so
she memorized the Quran. The whole thing. That’s the kind of person Majobo is.
Ntombifikile is a treasure. When she arrived at the palace,
T’Challa got an email from her home tribe. He opened it up, and all it said
was, “She’s your problem now. :)”
The decision to send her to the palace was mostly political, tbh. Her father is
a major mover and shaker in the community, but he’s also a giant asshole. His
daughter is ten times worse. She would not only lobby for major social reform,
but she would do it while wrestling a bear. And then she’ll smoke a cigarette
afterward. Ntombifikile and Majobo have a lot in common, and they don’t get
along at all.
Lerato came in third during the martial arts portion of the
pageant, but she came in first for beauty, poise, and talent. Really, she’s
more of a lover than she is a fighter, and it’s kind of a problem because she
is hella gay. And she is so far in the closet her mailing address is in Narnia.
And she gets really freaked out once she gets in the palace and unpacks her
stuff, because even if the king isn’t looking for a wife right now, he might in
the future. And Lerato knows she is gorgeous af, but how is she going to deal
with T’Challa if he catches The Feelings? Should she come out to him? Would
he freak out? Should she just go along with it and fake it for the rest of her
life? Should she offer someone up as a human meat shield? On top of those
worries, she has to deal with her ongoing Gay Crisis, working out her sexuality
and how it fits in with the rest of her being and what the hell should she do
And then there’s Tanga, who is Out and Proud. She is very
pansexual, and very vocal about it. At least once, while bodyguarding T’Challa,
she sees an Avenger—probably Scott Lang—being weird and she just “I’m too gay
and beautiful for this white nonsense.” She’s too gay and beautiful for most of
the Avengers’ antics.
Thembeka doesn’t like to travel outside Africa. She doesn’t
trust the water, the people, or the wifi in Europe and the Americas. Tony Stark
tries to call her Becky as a nickname and she explains to him, in tones soft
with menace, that if he calls her that she will be forced to action. No one
calls her Becky anymore. As she gets more comfortable in her role, she gets
weirdly overprotective of T’Challa. “Are you eating enough?” she says into her
phone. “Do you have enough changes of clothes? Are they feeding you okay? Are
you warm enough?” T’Challa is like, “Thembeka, I’m in Quebec, not Antarctica. Yes,
I am staying warm. No, they haven’t let me starve to death. Not even a little
bit. We’re going out for sushi later.” Thembeka makes a strangled noise and
tells him to put Aunika on the line. “Sushi isn’t real food, Aunika! This is
clearly an assassination attempt.”
Vuyo has plans. Honestly, she’s part of the Dora Milaje because
she needs to beef up her resume. In a few weeks she’s getting her Bachelors
degree from University of Wakanda, and then she’s going to keep T’Challa from
dying for a bit, and then she’s going to go for a doctorate in either astronomy
or astrophysics. Either way, her end goal is to get in a spaceship and explore
the cosmos. She’s the kind of person who walks outside on a clear night and
shouts “LOOK AT THE MOON!” She is so fierce and smart and pure.
Phathu is basically a human question mark. T’Challa is
pretty sure she’s a mutant, but it’s hard to pin down what her mutation is.
Besides that, she is a really skilled hand-to-hand combatant, mechanic, and
explosives expert. She doesn’t talk. Ever. Aunika is about 80% sure Phathu escaped a terrorist organization, but her tribe sent her to the palace in
good faith and, let’s be real, if Phathu isn’t putting her talents to use in
the service of the king, then she might go work for someone dangerous. And no
one wants to meet Phathu in a dark alley. So she gets to stay, and Aunika keeps
an eye on her, and everyone gives her space to just be.
Candace showed up 15 weeks late with a Starbucks. “What kind
of name is Candace?” She’s from the Wakandan diaspora in New York City. Her
neighborhood was alive with a mishmash of languages, Hausa and Xhosa and
Swahili, all these people from different factions of Wakanda who came to make a
life in New York. Most of them have normal names, but some parents gave their
kids White People names to grease the wheels, Candace an unfortunate one of
them. In her entire life, she has been to Wakanda twice; once as a very young
child, and again when her mother’s parents died and they had to travel for the
funeral. That said, Candace has always felt this deep, burning love of the Old
Country. She loves America, too, but part of her belongs to Wakanda and always
Ntswaki is seven feet tall and 240 pounds. She’s the kind of
person who greets the day with enthusiasm; at the break of dawn the palace trembles
as she launches out of bed and yells, “IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE TRANS.” She
routinely gives T’Challa piggyback rides, and she is the one responsible for
introducing the rest of the Dora Milaje to Tetris.
Hawa is super quiet and kind of shy. She can’t speak English
for the life of her, but she can read it as easily as French or Arabic or
Hausa. She barely has a high school education but she loves reading. And she
will read anything, everything, which makes her something of a scholar. She’s a
good listener and she likes to learn things, which is how she picks up a lot of
skills. She’s only nineteen, but she can check the fluids in a car, tune a
piano, build a deck, bake a cake, tailor an outfit, thread a sewing machine, repair
a VCR, and operate small sea craft. After two months in the Dora Milaje, hardly
anyone knows her name but she can fly a helicopter, drive a van, disarm up to
three hostiles and apply winged eyeliner.
So all these personalities live in the palace, and even if
they’re not all in the same room at any given moment, it gets loud. And
crowded. And messy. T’Challa has never lived in a frat house before but he
suspects it would be like a regular Wednesday night with The Girls.
At one point, Aunika checks the girls’ rooms to make sure
everyone is in bed after curfew, but no one is in their room!? And she takes a
moment to panic a little, and then she sprints around the palace until she
comes to the ballroom. There’s the girls! They took their mattresses and
blankets and pillows down to the dancefloor and are having this huge slumber
party. Tanga and Ntombifikile are doing their nails, and someone brought henna so
Thembeka and Majobo and Candace are getting inked. Ntswaki is talking about
modern philosophy with Thandiswa. Hawa and Phathu are pretty much observing and T’Challa is in the middle of all of it, because of course he is. Someone
painted his toes.
T’Challa loves all of his bodyguards; it’s ridiculous. On
one hand, they’re kind of like the sisters he never had, but on the other hand
they all treat him like their son. It’s embarrassing but kind of nice? And he
feels safe, knowing that each and every one of them could kill a man, and that
they have his back no matter what.
When he’s away, he texts them on the group chat basically
One time he spends two weeks straight at Avengers Tower, and
the Avengers think he lives a peaceful life for some reason. It’s a jarring
thought. Thor, Tony and Vision do something very loud and stupid, and Sam gives
a nervous laugh like, “You’re probably not used to all this noise and
confusion, huh?” And it strikes T’Challa full force that these are his
teammates, but they know nothing about him. They don’t know about Mojobo and
Ntombfikile fighting nonstop, a kind of background noise he learned to tune
out. They don’t know that he sleeps with his door open at home, because Aunika
always likes to check on him, and that Phathu will sometimes wander into his
room and sleep on the floor, and he’s almost stepped on her more than once. The
Avengers have never seen Candace casually bench press him while he tried not to
laugh. They don’t know that Ntswaki gives the best hugs. Or that Vuyo will
orchestrate a stargazing party at the smallest provocation, and Nomsa will be
the one to remember to bring snacks.
T’Challa has never been homesick before. His entire life has
been full of traveling, and for the first time he realizes he was never
homesick because the things worth missing are people, and he always had Aunika
and his father at his side when away. But now he has about 30 different people
he loves, all this family he never knew he so desperately needed, and it’s like
a gaping chasm just opened up in his chest.
“Hey, if it’s too loud in here we can step out on the
“No. It’s fine, Sam. It’s fine.”
His phone buzzes and he pulls it out. It’s the group chat.
He opens the attached image and there’s Hawa, Lulama,Thembeka and Thandiswa
all sitting around the kitchen table with a huge pile of food in front of them.
The caption says: There are starving kings
in New York. Eat your veggies! He smiles softly and texts back, I’ve been here ten days and I haven’t
starved once. He hits send and then realizes that Sam is watching him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing, man. Just wondering who you’re texting that can put
a smile like that on your face.”
“I have a harem of thirty women waiting for me at home,” he says, completely deadpan.
“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”
T’Challa grins. Maybe one day, the Avengers will come to
Wakanda, and they will sleep in the ballroom, and he will know what it’s like
to have two families converging to be as one, just for a few hours. And Nakia
will draw a penis on Steve’s face in sharpie, because she just crumbles under peer pressure. And it will be one of the best days
of T’Challa’s life.
This is a sciency thing I've been curious about, and your'e the only person that I know to ask. Why are there so many more big (over 9') snake species than there are lizards? It's common to see snake species that get 7'-12' but 5' is considered large for most lizards, and I've never heard of any lizards over 10' long. So what kept us from getting the lizard equivalent of rectics and burms? Thank you!
There actually did used to be lizards that size!
This is Megalania prisca, or Varanus priscus. It was about 23 feet long and lived in Australia. It’s the largest terrestrial lizard to ever exist (as far as we know), and it helps answer some questions about why we don’t have the big guys around anymore. A lot of it has to do with metabolism. Snakes- even the big ones- don’t need to eat all that much. They’re really efficient! Lizards, not so much. The whole thermoregulation thing comes into play, too. See, when you’re this big, it takes a lot of basking to get you up to the right temps to digest and move around. These guys also probably hunted like Komodo dragons, which involves a lot of physical activity- bursts of speed and strength. Now, squamate reptiles- lizards and snakes- have evolved on a reverse Bergmann’s cline- basically, most animals are bigger in colder regions and smaller in tropical ones, but the opposite is true for lizards and snakes, likely due to thermoregulation. There’s also an emphasis on fast growth in a short period of time (again, likely for better thermoregulation), especially for lizards- but evolutionarily, this tends to lead to decreased survivorship and a smaller total adult body size. Because snakes spend way less energy on movement than the average lizard, they can afford to be huge- but for lizards, being too big was actually a bit of a drawback.
Here’s a couple of references if you wanna chew through the science!
Hello, my name’s Leonora, but my friends call me Onia. I’m 14/5 and I live in BiH, it’s really messed up place, but with a lot of culture.
I dunno how many times I forget to draw horns and a tail on my oc while I do it digitally XDD.