#bottom t’challa

[thatgeekwiththeclipons]

Remembering Academy Award Nominated, Golden Globe Winning, Emmy Winning, 2x SAG Award winning actor Chadwick Boseman! Gone but never forgotten! Wakanda Forever! ^__^

#geek #film #blog #tv #happy birthday #chadwick boseman #actor #academy award nominee #emmy winner #golden globe winner #black panther #king t’challa #wakanda forever #ma rainey's black bottom #da 5 bloods #get on up #gone too soon #gone but not forgotten #pop culture icon #what if #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel what if

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Little Girl Gone Chapter 2

You Haven't Changed a Bit

Mob Boss!Natasha x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader, Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really this is a rather fluff chapter, Natasha is a condescending bitch towards the end

A/N: I love the dynamics that are being built between R and W and her boys in this chapter

The sunlight filtering through the windows is what stirred you awake, but it was the weight on top of you that truly woke you. Eyes shooting open to find Wanda’s body partially on top of your own. Her leg and arm draped over you and you realized you had some how had made it closer to the middle instead of the edge you had forced yourself to when you fell asleep.

Carefully you untangled yourself hoping not to wake Wanda, but as you shifted your weight she stirred. “Mmmm....Y/N?” She called out as you sat up, legs already over the edge. 

“Yes?” You call back over your shoulder, grabbing your pants and pulling them on.

“What happened last night? I thought you were staying up all night?” She asked, concern running through her.

“Natasha came by. I gave her half the money. Told her I’d meet her at noon with the rest.” Grabbing your button up and throwing it on and moving over to grab your gun from under the pillow to put it back in it’s place.

“Is she going to leave us alone?” Wanda crawls across the bed so she’s in front of you, staring up at you. She was in a cute pink slip, one of the thin straps falling down and giving you a lovely view of her chest. 

“I told her too, but she never actually agreed to it so if it’s okay with you I’d like you to come back with me, of course the boys will come too.” 

“To the place I was taken yesterday?” She asks, tilting her head. 

“Yes sweetie that’s my home.” Her eyes widen. 

“That place was huge. That’s your house?” She sounded bewildered. 

“Well when you’re head of the local mafia around here you kind of have the perks of a big house.” Sure your group was nothing big compared to Natasha’s or even T’Challa’s groups, but yours was family. 

You pick up your phone, calling on your friend and driver, Happy. “I’ve called for my driver and I would appreciate the three of you staying with me until I have things settled. I promise there will be no safer place for your boys.” You put your hands on her shoulders giving a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself, Wanda was a beautiful woman who you’d love to have, but you also truly just don’t want to see her end up like you because of Natasha especially since she has kids. She has to be around for them. She gives a nod and a soft smile back. You don’t miss her biting on her bottom lip as she slips off the bed. 

“I need to get dressed and get the boys ready.” She tells you softly. While Wanda gets everything together you get ahold of Carol to let her know what’s going on. 

“Make sure nothing bad is going on by the time we get there. Am I understood?” I ask through the phone and she knows what I mean. 

“Yes Ma’am. Everything will be perfect when you get here with them. You have my word.” You hang up the call as you wait in the kitchen for the three of them and of course the boys are nothing but questions. 

You can tell Wanda is getting overwhelmed by all the questions the boys are throwing her way over all the sudden changes especially from Billy who you’ve quickly learned is the more sensitive of the two boys. You take a deep breath and kneel down, getting the boys attention. 

“Listen boys I know you have a lot of questions for your mom, but I want you guys to look at this like a vacation! My house that we’re going to stay at for a bit has a pool with all the toys you can think of! It has a slide and a waterfall! I have a room that is filled with every video game system and just about all their games. I have a room that has a pool table and a foosball table and air hockey!” You tell them, slowly seeing their faces light up. “I have a room that’s like a movie theater with popcorn and candy and soda. I have just about everything your little hearts could want or need and if I don’t have it, guess what?” 

“What?” Billy asks making me smile. 

“I will make sure we get it, okay? Does that sound fair enough?” The two boys nod in agreement. “So you’re going to stop asking your mom so many questions and instead help her pack, right?” Another nod in agreement to your words as they turn towards their draws, grabbing things they want and need while Wanda gives you a smile and you smile back. 

You stand up motioning for Wanda to follow while the boys pack up. You two head towards the kitchen. You lean against the counter, crossing your arms, Wanda standing opposite of you. 

“I hope I didn’t overstep by saying I’d get them things if we didn’t have it. I obviously don’t have kids and I honestly just wanted them to stop asking you questions because I could see it was overwhelming you since you weren’t sure how to answer.” Wanda reached her hand out to you, her hand gripping onto your arm. She rubbed it softly as you looked at her and you could tell she had done it as a friendly gesture to reassure you it was okay, but when you felt her hand tighten on your bicep you can tell she gets distracted for a moment. 

“We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it, okay? If it’s something I find unreasonable for them to be asking it will be a no. Make sure they always ask me and you get confirmation from me.” 

“That sounds like a deal to me. Always ask Mom.” You smirk at her as she pulls back her hand.

“I-I’m going to go grab my bags and check on the boys.” She stammers as she heads back upstairs, leaving you there chuckling to yourself.

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“Wow!” The boys said in unison as they came through the front door. “Are you made of money Ms. Y/N?” Tommy asks.

“I work very hard for my money Tommy. This is what hard work can get you boys.” You tell them with a smile as they poke their heads around Carol comes over with a smile along with Kamala. Carol leans over whispering in your ear,

“Ma’am I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good time, but Maya is waiting in your office.” If the boys weren’t here you’d probably smack Carol so hard. Instead you plaster a smile on your face.

“Well boys, Wanda. I have to attend to some work issues, but Carol and Kamala here will show you around, okay?” The boys nod excitedly and Wanda takes the few steps over to you, a worried look in her eyes as she grips your arm. You give her a reassuring smile, leaning in to whisper,

“It’s nothing to do with Natasha. It’s a friend who doesn’t know what no means. I’ll be back shortly. I promise you’re safe with them.” She looks into your eyes confirming the truth in your words then nods, letting you go off to deal with the problem at hand as you head up to your office. 

You open and close the sliding oak doors of your office stomping on the floor to get Maya’s attention as soon as she’s looking at you you sign,

“It really isn’t a good time Maya.” She rolls her eyes and signs back,

“I understand you met back up with Natasha.” You groan,

“Unfortunately.” Maya and you had met after being in similar situations of a mob boss taking advantage of you. Both of you wanted to be in charge so Maya tends to work in the shadows and also with the Tracksuits, she keeps them in line as much as anyone could. Mainly they’re muscle that the two of you use because they have maybe one braincell between all of them.

“So what are we doing about her?” She signs and you sit on your desk in front of her. 

“Meeting up with her in a few hours and paying off a debt for this woman.” You bring up the security camera’s around the house showing Maya Wanda and her boys. “Natasha gave her a loan and then when she couldn’t pay it back right away she took Wanda and tried to do what she did to me. She’s under our protection now.” Maya nods, 

“Are you keeping her here?” She signs.

“For the time being. I don’t trust Natasha.” You sigh. “Come with me to this meeting? I just need you as back up in the shadows incase things go sideways.” Maya signs for yes with a smile. 

Carol was your right hand for most things, but Maya was your most trusted person. No one could replace her between her skills and companionship the two of you had formed over the past five years.

“Thank you.” You sign and she just lightly punches your arm before slipping out. Though she wouldn’t be there when you exited you knew she wouldn’t be far. Just in the shadows.

You watched the security monitors for a few minutes watching the boys enjoy the much bigger room they’d get to share. Kamala showing them their room along with all the fun rooms scattered about the house. 

Your eyes flickered around until you spot Wanda and Carol in your room. It’s not where you had told Carol to take Wanda, but you’d let it slide for now. Your California King bed rather empty with just yourself. If Wanda wanted to stay there it would be fine by you.

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You sat in the café legs crossed and sipping on your usual order while looking at your phone while waiting for Natasha to show her face. You were always a person that goes by the rule, ‘if you’re on time you’re late.’ while Natasha always showed up five minutes or later to any meeting saying, ‘you hold the power that way.’ It always made you roll your eyes because you hated being late anywhere. 

When she showed up at 12:15 you rolled your eyes at the tardiness. She grabbed her coffee before joining you.

“Well isn’t this fun. You playing the boss roll. All grown up now aren’t you?” She teases and another roll of your eyes.

“I’m not playing Natasha. I worked hard to get here.” 

“No thanks to me.” 

“Yeah. No thanks to you. I didn’t want this Natasha. You forced me into this life acting like you just wanted me to be able to protect myself.” You accused as you grabbed out the manila folder. “It’s all in there Tasha. So I need your word that you’ll be leaving Wanda Maximoff and her boys alone now that the loan plus interest is paid.” Natasha looked it through just as she had last night. 

“One more thing and I’ll leave your new little toy alone.” You want to jump across the table and punch her in the face for her little comment, but you’re in a very public place for a reason and you won’t ever be the one to hit first.

“What is it Natasha? What could you possibly want?” You ask exasperated.

“You of course. One last time. You know since you walked out on me.” You feel your face pale; your whole body going hot and ears ring until you can’t hear anymore.

Did she really just ask you that? To sleep with her again? You could feel the familiar feel of bile in the back of your throat, the sound of a gunshot, the metal and sulfur in your nose like you were reliving that night all over again. 

“You’ll leave them alone?” She nods. “Promise me.” 

“I promise.”

“On Yelena’s life.” 

“On Yelena’s life.” She repeats, and so you have no choice but to agree.

#ley speaks #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #ley writes #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda x reader

[saintwrld]

MONEY AND LOVE 2

pairing: shuri x black fem!reader

summary: in which you and Shuri share a mutual interest between money and love

warnings: slight teasing, t’challa’s here 🥳

translations: sisi omncinci - little sister.

word count: 4.3k (half the size of the first one…)

saints's notes: welcome to saint records! i truly hope you enjoy this one. by FAR one of my fav fics i’ve written. sorrows, sorrows, prayers for taking so long with this one, i was just simpin over a bunch of men (still am) but you know i had to write for bae!

love y’all deep!

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money and love pt.1

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The silence of the store was slowly killing Justine and Leilani as they sat in the comfortable burgundy chairs. Patiently waiting for their friend, they drank the complimentary flutes of strawberry champagne.

"Why the fuck is it so quiet in here? Don't they got some quiet background music or sumn?" Leilani complained and slouched on the chair, hoping for you to come back quickly.

"Already felt some old geezer staring at me when we walked in like do i not look lesbian enough?" Justine expressed and looked at Leilani for an answer to which Lani just shook her head. "I don't?" Justine stressed, taking out her compact mirror from one of her pockets on her denim jacket.

Before Leilani could comment, she heard your voice as you walked closer and closer to where they were sitting. You walked in the room first with the sales associate trailing right behind you, holding two large orange boxes.

"Sorry I took so long guys, the Kelly's were a bit further and your custom scarves were sealed." You smiled at your friends, clasping your hands together, your Patek shining as the sun hit the diamonds.

Leilani stood up to hug you tightly and immediately walked to the sales associate, eagerly waiting for him to open the boxes already. You returned the hug and took a seat next to Justine who immediately held your hand as you sat, squeezing it as a sign that she was grateful. A little code you three made when you were flying into France two days ago.

"Okay ladies. I must admit, I am incredibly excited to reveal your Kellys for you. We'll start with Justine." He smiled at your best friend, putting special gloves on to touch the large box. He took the lid of the box and put it to the side, revealing the famous Hermés logo on the dust bag. He gently opened the dust bag to take out Justine's custom Kelly bag. The silver hardware on the bag had contrasted beautifully with the lilac colour, her name embroidered in the bottom corner of the bag.

Leilani's Kelly was slightly bigger than Justine's however hers had little flowers painted along the bottom, with the bag being the most beautiful shade of blue. Both girls had tears in their eyes as they held their bags, immediately tackling you into a group hug. "As long as you guys are happy, then I am as well."

Leaving the large boutique, you could feel the Dora Milaje's eyes on you three, keeping a close eye on you per Shuri's request. You see, the princess never hid her fondness for you from anyone really. The only one who had no clue what was going on was her older brother, T'Challa.

Reaching the Maybach SUV, you placed the bags in the trunk along with the other luxury bags that had filled the car as the day went by. As you entered the driver's seat, your best friends took their seats. You started the car and you drove to the last of your appointments in luxurious stores, Cartier.

You had planned this specific activity for the three of you very thoroughly as it's usually quite difficult to get appointments with this specific brand but because you are closely connected with Shuri, it was the easiest process. You were getting matching love bracelets with Justine and Leilani with a few customisations and although you already had quite the stack of these bracelets, one more couldn't hurt, right?

Admiring your pricey friendship bracelet, you had waited for your friends in their lounge already cozied up as you had paid before even boarding the private flight to France. It was quite a warm Saturday in Paris, the streets bustling with people walking everywhere. You just wanted to get back to the hotel to at least get a chance to call Shuri. She had excused herself earlier in the day to report to her country's needs and you knew that the time difference would be weird but you just wanted to check in on her.

"Miss Y/N." You were pulled out of your thoughts by Tobi, one of the Dora that was assigned to you. You hummed in response as you looked at her then your friends who were looking around the shop. "The Black Panther would like to inform you that she is okay and will be in contact with you soon." She reported. "Okay, thank you Tobi. Would you like anything here?" You asked and the shock on her face was prevalent, causing you to smile.

"O-oh no Miss, I cannot accept that." She replied and you shook your head, standing up. "I'm ordering you to choose something for yourself and please let the other Dora know. We won't leave until you all have something." You expressed, the smile on your face never leaving. Tobi hesitantly walked away to tell the others who had to come to you for confirmation of your choice. After 30 minutes, everyone walked out of Cartier and all drove to the hotel, exhausted yet delighted with today's activities.

Seeing as you shared the large penthouse on the top floor with Leilani and Justine, all three of you entered the penthouse elevator carrying all your shopping bags and immediately sighing the second the elevator doors closed. "Gahdamn, I haven't had such a workout since that Drake concert last month." Leilani breathed out as she placed the bags on the floor and held her hips.

"You mean the concert or Aubrey himself?" You teased, earning a little push on your arm as you and Justine burst out laughing. "Man, it ain't even like that." Leilani kissed her teeth. "Girl, we all know that man want you. No man just buys a Porsche for a little crush." Justine snickered. Leilani glared at the both of you before smiling a little. "Yeah but I signed up to be in my whorish era and plus he weird as hell."

"You are right about that one but does he know that you're not interested?" You questioned, noticing how slow this elevator was. "I told him but- oh my god, he's gonna write a song about me." Leilani slapped her hand over her mouth and looked visibly stressed. "I don't need bad blood with 21 Savage." She sulked and you both couldn't help but laugh.

The elevator door eventually opened and you were met with a beautiful surprise. Bouquets of white roses were lined up alongside a few candles. You stepped out first, absolutely mesmerised by the sight before you. Justine was about to step out too but Leilani pulled her back into the elevator. "Y/n! We'll be downstairs to check out a few cafés, you have fun now!" She called out to you as she repeatedly pressed the closing button until it finally shut, giving you your privacy.

Taking off your heeled boots, you walked through the penthouse, leaving your shopping bags in the foyer. You couldn't hear anything besides the streets of Paris below. Walking into the living area, you noticed the chocolate cupcakes on the coffee table. With that being your favourite dessert, you immediately reached for one however you felt a sharp tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you tried not to scream but you quickly realised that the stranger was Shuri in her Panther suit that you've never seen her in.

“Oh..my..god.” The only words that could come out spewed out of your mouth as you admired the suit that you had thought was a myth a few months back. The sun reflected on the gold and silver accents of the suit with you desperately wanting to reach your manicured hands onto it. Slowly looking at her face, you saw the shit-eating grin she had displayed on her lips as she watched you gawk over her. She absolutely loved seeing your reaction to the suit, wishing she could’ve recorded it.

“Hello my love.” Shuri rasped out, staring into your eyes as her finger hooked under your chin, her signature scent flooded your nose as she stood ever so close to you. Trying to find the words to say to to the Panther was hard, with you eventually deciding to give your lazy smile, one similar to the type of smile you’d give her after hours of pleasure.

“Hi Shuri.” You managed to get out as you felt her suit-clad arms wrap around your waist, her hands deciding to rest on your lower back, giving you shivers when she let one hand fall down to your ass. “Tell me about your day. I heard you were quite the gift giver.” She smirked as her hand kept rubbing the same spot on your side where you had a surprise for the royal.

“It was a cute day. Finally picked up the bags for the girls and just decided to spoil them today because they deserve it. With the Dora, I wanted everyone to leave Cartier with something so..” you answered, watching her react with an impressed smile on her face, making you feel like you accomplished something that she would be proud of you.

“And did you get yourself something, entle?” She questioned, letting go of your body as she turned to the couches in the living area to take a seat then patting her thigh, making you internally squeal at the thought of you sitting on her lap once again. Ever since that wonderful night, all you ever wanted to do was to recreate that moment but you were way too scared to initiate anything of that sort.

Walking over to her and straddling her as she relaxed her head on the couch as she watched you settle on her lap. “Well, I did get myself something for my graduation soon and a few clothes for that surprise you were talking about.” You replied, playing with your nails, avoiding her eyes completely. “I’m so proud of you, sthandwa. I’m glad that I’m by your side.” She expressed all while slowly sliding her hands on your thighs as she listened to you speak. Shuri absolutely loved these little moments of intimacy between the two of you, be it sexual or non sexual. She had said that she would give you the world and she’s working on making sure you see the appreciation she has for you.

She would pay millions to see your smile every day as the sun would shine on your beautiful brown skin.

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Laying your head on her lap as she gently stroked your arm, you were completely unaware of where you were travelling to as you slept peacefully from the moment the Royal Talon Fighter took off from the rooftop of the Wakandan Social Centre in California after you dropped off Leilani and Justine, specifically at Drake’s house but that’s a story for another day.

Several minutes later, you felt a hand shake you a little as you stirred out of your sleep, not feeling the aircraft moving anymore. You opened your eyes to the interior of the aircraft, seeing a few of the Dora’s hastily walking out while a few stayed inside waiting for you to exit. You sat up to see Shuri staring at you with a smile on her face and she reached for your hand as she stood up before you. You quickly fixed your Fendi bucket hat along with the wig underneath it before taking her soft hand and standing, holding your phone in the other hand.

Walking down the ship slope, you couldn’t stop your eyes from looking everywhere. Breathing in the extremely clean air, you looked at the different Dora’s who were amused by your widened eyes taking in the space before you. Looking forward, you saw Okoye and Ayo standing at the end of the slope, looking ever so powerful. Beyond them, you saw figures standing in front of this grand building that you had yet to recognise.

Shuri had greeted Okoye and Ayo, along with Aneka who was excited to the young royal after Shuri had said that she has a surprise) and seeing the Dora’s that Shuri had been speaking very fondly about had heightened your anxiety. The three women turned to you with warm smiles on their faces as they observed you standing next to Shuri, sensing your anxiety.

“Hello Miss Y/n. Welcome to Wakanda.” Okoye had greeted and her words had made you stomach drop in excitement. Turning to Shuri with your hand covering your mouth from shock, she chuckled at you before placing her arm around you to bring you closer to her body. “O-oh u-uh um, hello. Um, your country is spectacular.” You managed to stutter out to the women in front of you. All they did was nod their heads with the smae warm smiles they greeted you with.

“Come, I have people I want you to meet.” Shuri leaned down to whisper in your ear as she still kept her arm around your waist as she guided you towards the entrance of the palace.

“And so I see my little sister all happy outside the lab. Bast, if only we knew it would take a beautiful soul next to her to drag her out.” A voice boomed out, heavy footsteps making their way towards the both of you before stopping in front of Shuri. Lifting your head up, you were met with the sight of T’Challa, smiling ever so brightly at the arrival of his younger sister and her guest. The siblings did their handshake, ending with the ‘Wakanda Forever’ gesture.

He then turned to you and you could swear that your soul had left your body for a quick second. You mustered your best smile and held your hand out to which he ignored it and rather open his arms for a hug. Taken aback, you hesitantly walked into the hug, immediately feeling comfortable the moment he reciprocated the hug. After letting go, you stepped back into Shuri’s space who was now behind. Ready to introduce yourself, Shuri decided to do it for you instead whilst placing her hands on your waist. “Brother, I’d like you to meet Y/n Y/l/n. She’s my person.” She smiled, watching her brother take in the information that his sister blessed him with.

Letting the smile take over your face, you were thankful to Shuri for clarifying to her brother your current relationship status with his sister however you weren’t even sure what exactly you were with Shuri as the two of you had gone past the sugar baby/sugar daddy (mommy) stage when you two had met. You weren’t sure what these feelings for Shuri were but they felt good.

“Well, I am T’Challa. It is a great pleasure to meet the person that has stolen my sister’s attention. And this,” he gestured behind him a stunning woman, who walked over to greet Shuri with a hug. “Sisi omncinci” the woman had said as she let go of Shuri and made her way to you. “This is my person, Nakia.” He finished, looking ever so fondly at the woman. “Hello, my name is Nakia and might I say, you are absolutely stunning.” She expressed as she held your hands in hers. The smile never leaving your face, you introduced yourself to her as she studied your face.

“Not to interrupt this adorable moment-” “That’s exactly what you’re doing, brother.” Shuri rolled her eyes with a smile when her brother sent her a look. “Anyway, Y/n. If you don’t mind me asking, is that the Rolex Oyster Perpetual? With diamonds?” T’Challa asked as he studied your hand, admiring your watch.

Looking down at your wrist at the pink watch that Shuri had given you as a gift when you complained about your studies to her, you nodded. “Oh yes it is! Shuri had them put on.” You smiled at him, seeing his face that held impression. “And might I ask if that is the Tiffany Dial addition?” You questioned, excitedly looking at his wrist as you finally were talking to someone about your love of watches.

Both Nakia and Shuri stood back as they watched their people fangirl over each other’s watches, discussing other watches. “I think your brother has made a best friend.” Nakia commented with a chuckle.

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Walking into Shuri’s large bedroom within the palace, you slowly walked towards the bed, plopping down with exhaustion as she walked in behind you and locking the door. You were too exhausted to even marvel at the intricate details of her grand bedroom, just wanting to get in the bed with her and rest after today’s activities. After lunch with T’Challa and Nakia, Shuri had taken you to the infamous lab, excitedly showing off the place then going into the lively streets of the Golden City which had a street festival in honour of Shuri returning after a while out of Wakanda. Dancing the night away, you both came back into the palace with heavy eyelids.

She sat next to you and placed her hand onto your thigh, rubbing it ever so slightly. With your breathing slightly harbouring from her touch, you could feel your arousal slowly peaking in. She watched as your chest heave up and down and decided to rub her hand a little higher, seeing the reaction on your face. Opening your eyes, you saw her eyes lowering as she took in your body. It had changed the more you spent time in Pilates and from a special thing she would use on you from time to time.

She leaned down to your face, placing a few pecks onto your lips with you chasing her lips after the last kiss but you knew you were too exhausted. Shuri slightly tapped your face with her fingers, waking you up as she could see that you were slipping into sleep. “Come on baby, we need to go change so that we can sleep.” Shuri trailed off, feeling exhaustion take over her body as well.

After a much needed shower, you were both in your sleeping garments, with yours being a large t shirt and cotton shorts with her being boxers and a simple white tank top. Out of nowhere, you suddenly remembered the surprise you had for her. You were certain she hadn’t seen it in the shower so you were excited to show her. “Shuri?” You whispered out to her. She hummed in response as she was getting the bed ready for you two.

“S-so, I did something and I hope you like it as much as I do.” You softly smiled as you lifted up the large shirt to just under your neck, showing her your back. Her eyes went wide and she practically ran to your side to look closer, your giggles filling the room.

You had gotten your first ever tattoo two weeks ago and it looked healed even though you knew it was far from it as it was such a big tattoo. It stretched from just underneath your neck to the end of your lower back and of course it was painful but it’s something you’ve wanted for a while. You see, Shuri hasn’t seen it because the both of you had been busy, you battling your final exams before graduation and her with her Panther duties.

Shuri gawked over it for a while and asked multiple questions as if she hadn’t had her few scattered across her body. “It’s so beautiful, my love.” She commented. Shuri had also wanted to talk about something else and you could see that it had been troubling her the whole day. “Shuri. What’s wrong? Have you been worried the whole day?” You wondered, putting your shirt down and led her to the bed to sit next to her but she put you on her lap once again.

“The introduction I gave to my brother about you. I’ve been thinking about it.” She expressed and you could see the emotion swarming through her eyes. “Oh.” You said. Now that you thought about it, you’ve thought of what title you wanted to give Shuri but could never figure out how to tell her.

“U-um,” you started. “I’d like to say my feelings now because I’ve also been thinking about it as well.” You said and she nodded, wanting you to continue. “Obviously you know that I’ve never been experienced in anything romantic my whole life so you know that I’m new to these sort of conversations. But u-um,” you took a deep breath before continuing. “I like you beyond the agreement and I can’t figure out these emotions that you give to me. It’s a warmth I feel everytime I’m around you and it makes me feel..happy. You’ve treated me so amazing that I think, no, I know I’ve fallen for you.” You finished, absolutely terrified for her next words but glad that you were able to express them to her.

Her hand lifted up to stroke your cheek as she searched your eyes. “My pretty y/n.” She said, making you giggle at the nickname. “I want to wake up next to you and watch as the Wakandan sunrise reflects in your eyes every day. You..you make me extremely happy so would you please do me the honour of being my girl?” She said, holding you so close to her as if you were the most precious cargo to her, to which you were to her.

You nodded, feeling the warmth spread through your body once again. You threw your arms around her neck as she held you for what felt like forever. You slowly let go and held her shoulders for support. “My girlfriend.” She whispered as you leaned in to kiss her once again, only letting go to take breaths before diving into each other’s spaces.

The Wakandan stars shone on the both of you throughout the night as Shuri had wanted to show you that you were her girl and that she was your girl.

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“Miss Y/n Y/l/n, Bachelor of Science with an achievement of a Cum Laude on The Dean’s List.” Professor Danbury called out your name from the podium. You walked onto the stage, carefully walking in your heels while doing your little celebratory dance whilst walking past other professors along with the Dean, giving you the biggest smile and a hug as she handed you the certificate and other documents. The cheers from the crowd had brought a smile onto your face, the loudest coming from Justine, Leilani, T’Challa, M’baku and Shuri. The Dora had called out their celebratory chant for the duration of you on the University stage.

“Once again, congratulations to the class of 2024!” The Dean had cheered, you and the rest of the students from your year had stood up and threw the graduation caps up in the year. After congratulating your college friends once again, you made your way outside where you were greeted with your new found family with Wakanda. You knew that your parents knew of your graduation but they had made no effort which never hurt your feelings so you were more than happy with your life.

Leilani had been the first one to run towards you, giving you a bone crushing hug while crying. “Oh my god! My baby graduated!” She exclaimed. The rest of the crew came to congratulate you, definitely putting attention on all of you as the royal family of Wakanda was there. Shuri had been the last of everyone to come up to you. Cupping your cheeks, she planted a kiss before hugging you and spinning you around.

“Congratulations, my love. I’m so proud of you.” She smiled, kissing you once again. You thanked her and spent time with the crew before Shuri remembered that she had a surprise for you (well more like the surprise texted her). “Oh! Entle, come with me. I have a surprise for you.” She said as she stood up from the benches the crew found on the campus gardens. Everyone followed you as you held Shuri’s hand and walked towards the large parking lot. She had stopped you before walking towards your Rolls Royce.

Looking behind you, all you heard were giggles from your friends and the crew taking out their phones to film your reactions. Along with other people that wanted to see what was happening.

“Shuri, what did you do?” You questioned, worried about the amount of eyes looking at you and your girlfriend. “So,” she started, chuckling ever so lightly. “Last week, you were eagerly talking about something and I knew it would make you happy.” She smirked at the confusion displayed on your face.

Before you could respond, you saw a light blue Ferrari SF90 drive in with a large red bow on top of the hood of the car. You squeezed Shuri’s hand as your dream car drove towards you. Looking at her, the smirk never left her face. “Oh my god! Shuri! You didn’t-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as the car parked and your celebrity crush and favourite formula 1 driver came out of the driver’s side with a large smile on his face.

“Is that fucking Lewis Hamilton?!”

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[desswright29]

Calm Before The Storm

Pairing: Shuri Udaku/ Reader/ Riri Williams

Contains: Angst, Fluff, Jealousy

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: There are easter eggs all over this chapter. If you don’t read this one you’re probably gonna be hella lost for the rest of the story lol. Enjoy!

Taglist: @imjusthere2readbruv,@bubbleblowinggirl, @euph0ricx0,@bellaallebbella1, @minionslikeppl, @melanated-queen, @letitiasnyash, @tishlvr, @writtenbymarie, @doramilaj233, @lichuchin, @6-noir, @jackdrawsjunk

Shuri stood at the office door rebuttoning her shirt. Riri watched her distraught, eyes glassed over “Wow Shuri. What the fuck.” The pain was apparent in her voice. Shuri rubbed a hand down her face making her way over to her. “Don’t do that Ri. What would you have had me do?” Riri scoffed. “Well first I would’ve had you at the very least close the door, but not fucking her at all would’ve sufficed.” She says clearly pissed. “Ri, we’re not in a relationship.  She’s my wife. And I mean…“ Shuri’s eyebrows raised and she licked her bottom lip followed by a seductive bite. “You saw her.”  Riri snorted. “You gotta be fucking kidding me Shuri! If she’s so fucking amaaaaazing why am I here!” Eyes began to look in their direction. Figuring they were about to get yet another show.

“MIND YOUR BUSINESS! Get back to Work!!” Shuri yells, and everyone scatters. She focus’s her attention back to Riri “First off lower your voice. And this thing we have wasn’t what I was aiming for Ri! I love my wife. Why do you think I haven’t had sex with you again? It was never supposed to get here. My minds all fucked up. I enjoy your company. I do. But this is complicated. Me and Y/n’s relationship was just strained after….After the-the baby situation, she shut me out for awhile… and then I lost T’Challa, the war with Talokan and loosing my mother *frustrated sigh* We just never got the chance to really talk and heal, and I-I’m confused Riri. From the moment I laid eyes on you things felt different. I was impressed with you before meeting you, but after, you made one hell of an impression on me. You were a breath of fresh air, and I thought it was what I needed; something new. But I’d neglected my wife out of frustration, with things neither of us could control. And I’m realizing I made a stupid mistake. She’s been through alot with me.” Riri drops the welder and walks over to Shuri. “And I’ve fought a war with you!”

“And she was there for the battles Ri! I would’ve never placed her in the position to fight a war. She is my Queen.” Riri’s eyes grew big and mouth fell open as a tear fell. Shuri had said it without wavering. She didn’t blink, nor did she stutter. “You had to have known this was a possibility. You knew I was married.” She’d  meant what she’d said. She loved her wife. “So that’s all it takes. You just need to be fucked good and suddenly it’s all clear for you again?” Riri approached Shuri, pushing her down onto a nearby chair. Riri straddled Shuri’s thigh. “You need to hear what my moans sound like again? Want me to make you scream my name this time.” She starts to move. “Hm?” 

“Ri” Shuri Whispered, as she looked around making sure there wasn’t any eyes on them. Riri moaned Shuri’s name in response as she ground her hips harder onto Shuri. Shuri grabbed Riri’s hips stopping her. “Stop it Ri. Don’t embarrass yourself.” Riri let out a shocked gasp. “EMBARRASS MYSE-!” Shuri held up her hand to silence her. “I’m going to head home. I just need a moment to myself to think.” Shuri lifted Riri off of her lap and stood. Giving her a peck on the forehead. She walked away leaving Riri holding back tears.

“YOU DID WHAT!!” Tolu yelled, eyes as big as saucers. “I fucked her in the office with the door open, so that bitch could hear! And anybody else that was thinking about it. I feel damn good too! You should’ve saw the look on her face. Oh! And Shuri *more laughter* when she saw the door was opened the whole time, you could’ve knocked her over with a feather!” You laughed, you felt like you were floating. Liberated and unbothered. You did what needed to be done and there was not an ounce of regret in you. After leaving the lab you called Tolu and made plans for lunch, gone home to freshen up and changed into a slightly less sexy sundress. Still worthy of turning heads. You were feeling unstoppable and didn’t plan to take your foot off the people’s neck anytime soon. Leaving your kimoyo beads at home, you headed out with your girl. “You are insane!” Tolu laughed. The both of you were in the middle of a privately catered lunch in Tolu’s waterfront Villa. 

“Girl, you know I don’t play games about my Shuri. Me and Shuri may have been going through some things but the audacity of her to think she was going to swoop in and save the day in MY palace! Ndicela! (Please)” Tolu shook her head and smiling. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Suddenly her face changed a bit more somber. “So…Do you think that she was completely unfaithful to you?” Sighing you shrugged. “I try not to think about it. If she had. Can I really fault her? We’ve lost so much. And gained so much reponsibility all at once. I checked out after T’Challa and the whole pregnancy debacle. Neither of us signed up for all of this. But, I left her hanging in the middle of it all.”

“You were hurting too.”

“She lost her family.”

“You found out you couldn’t conceive a child. You’d lost hope of having children. That was something you both spoke of often when we were younger. That’s hard to come to terms with.”

“We lost OUR hope of having children. We didn’t even get to process it before T’Challa was gone. We were slowly getting back on track and even began treatments for me and started trying again before the war. But, we still weren’t the same. And then Queen mother was gone.” An involuntary tear fell from your eye as you continued. “I know what I did today was extreme but, I had to do something Tolu! This girl comes in and they have so much in common. Shuri’s spending less time at home, Riri even made her smile again. I’m sure she can have babies and do Shuri’s invention some justice, since Shuri can’t carry due to her duties as Black Panther. It’s all I could think about. Our home had this dark cloud over it you know. I felt like a useless infertile, out of practice herbalist that was a waste of space, and I couldn’t help but think Shuri felt the same.” Tolu reached across the table grabbing your hands in hers. 

“Oh y/n. That’s the stupidest shit you’ve ever said. Neither of you had experienced grief before. And to experience it so heavily and so repetitively, at that extent for the first time would be difficult for anyone! You didn’t know what to do or how to be there for eachother. And both of you handled things in some unhealthy ways. But you and Shuri have a love people would kill for. Don’t let any situation, or any person take it away from you.” You sniff, wipe away a tear, and smile “I’ll be damned.” Tolu returned your smile. “That’s my girl!! Don’t let up off that hoe!” You both laugh over the somber mood. “Let’s finish eating and go SHOPPING!!”

Today was a great day. You and Tolu stayed out shopping and enjoying the city all day, until sunset. Now, you walked through the halls of the palace a smile set on your face, you feeling more optimistic than you’d felt in a long time. Now with an extra sway in your hips you were ready to get to the comfort of your home, and most importantly to your wife. “Y/n!” You hear a voice shout behind you. Stopped in your tracks your smile drops as you slowly bite the insides of your cheeks. When you turn around you’re met with none other than Riri walking out of her room towards you. Her face filled with determination. “Your highness will do just fine. Ms. Williams. We are not friends. So, how can I be of service?”

“Well I never intended to be your friend. So, since you cuttin’ to the chase I guess I will too. I know what you were trying to pull in the lab today.” A slow smile spread across your face followed by an amused chuckle cocking your head to the side, and raising a brow. “Humor me dear.” Riri steps closer to you with a roll of her eyes. “I know you know that Shuri is falling for me. And I’ve fallen for her too. So you poping up and making your indecent little scene won’t stop what me and Shuri have. Obviously you’re intimidated or you wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of embarrassing yourself.” You let out a pretty little giggle.

 “Oh! My little show really did a number on you huh little one. Me fucking MY WIFE, wherever I want and however loud I choose, could hardly qualify as embarrassing. Now your position however *fake empathetic smile* it’s downright sad.” Stepping forward and leaning in closer to be sure she heard every word, you continued. “Listening to someone you’ve developed forbidden feelings for get rode like a horse and you can’t say a thing. Ugh! Miserable is what that sounds! It was ssss what do the French call it….magnifique. *biting your lip at the thought* But, you know that. You heard it. *another giggle* You must not be doing a very good job with whatever it is you’re trying to do for her. But that’s ok. Mama’s back on the job. Your services are no longer needed whore. And I suggest you steer clear of any unwork-related access to my wife, or I swear to my ancestors I will throw you to the wolves and they will never find your remains.” 

You were in her face now. Eyes never leaving hers making it clear that there was nothing but promise in the words you’d just spoken. Riri reciprocated the energy. “I fought with her, and I’ll fight for her.” Your eyes darkened, a scowl twisting your face. “Obviously you’re a bold little bitch. So let me swoop down to your level Ms. America, so there’s no room for misinterpretation. All of this you see. Everything the light touches in this muthafucka is MY SHIT. That genius, Royal, juicy pussy that’s sitting in our luxurious home right now is MINE. You’re only hear because I haven’t made any noise about it. And For some unknown reason I’ve been cordial with you. But that shit is over. Since you’re so dead set in challenging a Queen for her wife’s hand I’ll humor you.” You take a few steps back as Riri’s nose flared and her breathing becam choppy with anger. “And I wish you the best of luck Ms. Williams.” Turning on your heels you strut away. Giving her your ass to kiss.

Walking into your home, The smell of cooked food and candles hit your nose. The lights were turned low and music played softly throughout the space. Closing the door you walk into your living room about to call out to your wife, until a shadow on the couch caught your eye. There she sat in the dark, manspread, leaned back, head facing the ceiling. “Shuri?” You whisper.

Shuri began to speak her voice raspy with tears. “I left the lab soon after you left sthandwa. I came home, and you weren’t here. So, I figured  you were with Tolu. I decided I wanted to do something special for you. I picked up flowers, and a few things to prepare your favorite meal. I was so excited. It felt good. Like we used to feel before everything spiraled. You remember us?  Anyway, when I got home I tried to call you to see what time you’d be back. *a wet exhale* and I heard your kimoyo beads chime upstairs. I went up to our room and saw them on the nightstand. And I panicked. I thought you left me. It scared the shit out of me y/n.” Shuri finally lifted her head and stood to her feet walking toward you. You’re wife was so handsomely beautiful candle light glowing against her face perfectly, even with the remnants of tears on her face. With everything you’d been through she still gave you butterflies. “I don’t want to loose you. I can’t do life without you, and I’m sorry if my actions have suggested that I could. I’ve been fucking stupid lately. I-I didn-“

You cut her off with a passionate kiss. Wrapping your arms around her neck, as her hands snaked around your waist. Holding onto eachother as though you were long lost lovers. Kissing as though you’d been worlds apart. You pulled away from her lips, blunt nails stroking the nape of her neck. “I’ve missed you Sithandwa sam esimnandi (my sweet love)” you say to her. “Nam bendikukhumbula (I’ve missed you too)” Shuri reconnected your lips as your hands made there way up into her curls. Backing you into the nearest wall, she kisses down your neck. You let out a moan. This felt so good. Your heart soared with happiness. Finally, your wife was back. “That was some sexy shit you pulled today” You could feel the smirk on her lips as she continued kissing your neck. You laughed loudly, blushing from the memory. “Don’t be shy now sthandwa. You were throwing that shit earlier.” 

“Oh my Bast! Stop Shuriii!!” She laughed. “Alright, But Mamela kum (listen to me).” Pulling away from your neck she looks you in your eyes. Her arms held your waist tighter.“We’re back. It’s you and me against the world. You’re my Queen. If anything happens we come to eachother for comfort. Don’t shut me out, and I won’t shut you out. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, your highness.” Smiling she pecks your lips once again. “Good, now let me cater to you umfazi (wife). We can’t eat. Watch movies, I’ll bathe you, and maybe I can get an encore.” Her brow raises and you hit her arm. “You’re so nasty.” You laugh. “Me?” She says placing her hand on her chest at the audacity. “I’ll tell you what? Make the night great and I’ll make you give me a standing ovation later.” You lean up and lick a stripe against her lips. “Fuck that food. Come here.” She throws you over her shoulder. “ Stop Shuri! No!” You laugh, grateful to have your wife back. 

Riri sat in the darkness of the room, in the center of her bed. She’d hacked into Shuri’s Kimoyo beads allowing them to connect to hers a while back, and now she sat listening. Imagining Shuri taking care of her the way she took care of you. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her jaw clenched in anger. It should be her. You didn’t get her the way she did. Ok, so you looked good and were a good fuck. But what else? Shuri is confused. She doesn’t know what she wants or needs.

“I’m gonna show her.”

So Who’s Gonna go Half Crazy?

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[stressedemoblackbratz]

pretend

pairing: shuri x singer!black reader

warnings: swearing and fading relationship between reader and her boyfriend

a/n: as you can tell, i was definitely inspired by Zay’s own writing (the title has magically excused itself from my brain (i’m thinking lemonade, but i don’t wanna fuck up) my apologies, but i’m gonna blame that on finals). i loved the chapters and it inspired me to write something after a year. those euphoria requests wore me out lol. also, i don’t mention the death of anyone in this story. it didn’t happen…okay? okay! i might do a backstory to this? I’m not really sure, but we’ll see. i hope you enjoy babes!

words: 1.4k + not proofread

let's pretend we never met. a good excuse to play forget. let's pretend you never lied, so i can give it up all night, swallow my pride, and learn to forgive. when i'm looking for love i pretend it's you. a love that never ends.

the bed was cold, your lace band was on snug, and the food you cooked for your boyfriend of 2 years was cold.

and after all that damn cooking?

he could throw away the food and clean the dish he didn’t get to eat.

2 years and this was life. you used to bask in each others presence, go on dates, write poems together, make appearances, but now?

now you barely saw him because he was rehearsing lines with his new costar and you were trying to finish your album.

he didn’t look at you the same anymore, the house was cold, and those i love you’s we’re definitely empty.

you were perfect and just like that it was gone.

pretending like you were fine was the only thing you two had in common.

you remember one morning darius got a call stating he nailed his audition and filming would start soon. that night you two attended a movie premiere then at the after party you met t’challa and he introduced you to his sister, shuri.

now it was forced smiles on the red carpets, powdering your face after cry sessions, lying for him, and him avoiding questions about you slyly.

real enough.

now shuri, your producer for your upcoming 3rd studio album, she knew better.

she watched you write the songs, cry mid recording, consoled you when you came in with puffy eyes and swollen lips, fed you when you realized it had been some time between your last meal due to the fast paced life…she picked up the pieces.

and she hated it because she’s in love with you.

“okay! okay! but sza? ctrl literally raised me…sos is gonna eat.” you proclaimed to shuri one night after recording one song and touching up two others. it was crunch time and your label and fans wanted the album soon.

laughing at your seriousness she put the pho she had ordered down. the light you got in your eyes while speaking on the popular album was so cute to her.

you loved this shit as much as she did.

you were raw. letting each emotion out in each song and showcasing your life to shuri before showing it to those who supported you and your craft. you didn’t put on a facade in front of her even after you had been pretending for awhile.

“for me uh…” shuri paused to think after her giggles died down. she licked her bottom lip before flicking her eyes to yours. “definitely ego death by the internet. they raised me and i hope that their next album isn’t their last. i’d scream out to bast.” she started giggling again with you joining in.

two beautiful women discussing a mutual love.

“hey y/n. listen baby, i’m gonna be late, but i promise i didn’t forget.” you could hear aeva, darius’s costar, giggling in the back. “see you soon, love you.” he quickly said before the recording clicked in an ending.

according to him he wasn’t with her intimately, but you knew him. he was drawing away for awhile, way before this role. you wanted the peace of not caring or wondering what he was doing. wondering if what he once felt for you was what he felt for her just times ten.

in that moment, with tears in your bottom lash line and legs criss crossed sitting in the large black satin bed, you knew him coming home in a few hours, waking you up with sex and sorry’s you’ve learned not to believe wouldn’t cut it this time.

it hurt so bad to know that you were done.

it hurt more to know you gave up, not that the love died. you had already grieved on that. you tried so hard, but it takes two.

but you were so happy because you’d be able to address those growing feelings you had for a certain wakandan producer.

those feelings you suppressed to honor what was left of your expiring relationship.

all of that was over. you decided it.

climbing out of the king sized bed, you made your way to the bathroom. after cleaning up your face and sighing at the water clumped lash extensions, you decided you needed to shower to sooth the ache you felt simmer in your heart.

while rinsing the soap off of you, you realized your bedroom would make you feel suffocated. you needed to leave.

the only place close by though? shuri’s studio.

quickly drying off, moisturizing, putting on deodorant, and changing into a light pink crochet top, panties, black shorts, and the most beat up pair of crocs you owned, it was almost time to go.

a purse and jacket on one arm with your phone and keys in the other hand led you downtown.

shuri was up playing with beats. you needed one more song on the album before your label would review it and decide on the next steps.

she didn’t want the hard work you had done to not be cleared. this final beat would put you and her in the spotlight. this album was your baby and in a way, hers too.

she hadn’t heard griot announce your presence as she nodded her head to the beat, but she acknowledged your existence when she smelt your signature scent overwhelm her nostrils.

you definitely noticed her. she smelt so good and looked even better. her curls hung in front of her face, different vibranium rings across all 10 fingers, wearing low hanging sweats, and a tight beater that helped show off her lean, but muscular frame.

“y/n?” she called turning around. by the look of your eyes her heart dropped, but she could notice a different kind of look on your face compared to what she usually saw associated with that feature.

“what’s wrong, entle? kukho into ayenzileyo?” she asked stopping the beat, queuing a different track, and grasping your hands.

you smiled at her urgency. she was always so sweet to you.

“shuri you know i’m still learning. i only caught you calling me beautiful.” you teased with a smile. her heart didn’t feel as heavy anymore with that look. it wasn’t forced, just playful.

“kukho into ayenzileyo, i asked did he do something?” shuri said with a light smile and knowing eyes. yours darkened a bit before you looked away and contemplated on the best way to tell her.

“he promised he wouldn’t miss dinner again, he did and it’s because he wants to be with her.” shuri frowned at his actions.

“i can’t take this anymore so i’ve decided when he comes home i’ll let him know we’re done. i’m going to make sure he gets a good mover for his items and i find a good locksmith so he can’t come back.” you revealed. saying it out loud made you feel lighter.

“i’m giving it all up. i choose me and my happiness.” you whispered as she brought you into her chest. the slight jolt she endured as a result of you slamming into her made her bump the play button and start the last song you recorded together.

let’s pretend that we bout to break up…to catch the feelings so we can make up…

“i’m…i’m proud of you! this whole album was you baring it all and finding yourself…this might be the end of a chapter. you’re stepping into a new book.” shuri spoke to you. she was tired of picking up the pieces he broke. she was tired of seeing you try to fix them.

let’s pretend i ain’t your friend so we can get it on again.

“ndiyakuthandana.” she whispered her love to you.

so we can get it on again. let’s pretend we never met, a good excuse to play forget.

“nam ndiyakuthanda” you whispered right back.

i pretend it’s you…that i’m in love with…

a tattooed hand gripped the side of your face before shuri questioned you.

“you mean that shit?” she lowly whispered.

you looked into her dark eyes and thought about everything. the first session, your recent session, the parties, the conversations, the outings, the meals you ate together, the secrets you told, the feelings you shared, everything you’ve experienced with her or because of her you wouldn’t trade.

you did mean it.

a thousand times you’d say yes.

with a nod from you shuri lifted your head from her chest and kissed you.

she’s been waiting for it.

that kiss was one of many that night. clothes left on the soundboard, seven mixed calls and a few texts left from darius ignored, the sun started to come up, and a new life was brewing on the horizon.

pretending led you to what you really wanted.

shuri.

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Fatal Obsession

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x mutant!reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 4,505

Warning(s): 18+, Dark Namor, !!MAJOR SPOILERS!! Violence, really dark themes, mentions of repeated non-consensual intercourse, forced pregnancy, yandere behaviour.

A/N: This is a requested fic and I really hope I tackled it well. The amount of research I did was craaaaazy and I really hoped I didn’t get anything wrong. Personally, I think the ending was terrible but other than that, please enjoy this fic with the cheesy title :0.

Taglist: @oyasumimosura​

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Wakanda has been [Name]’s second home since she lost her brother. The pain became unbearable and unable to face the truth, she walked away from the Avengers to find peace and solitude. She met T’Challa on her journey, seeking help from the then prince on mending her emotions and her mind. Their friendship would escalate and he granted her safe isolation in Wakanda.

Then came the Civil War. [Name] wanted to walk away. She really did. Even though her control over her powers were much better than her sister’s, she didn’t like using it offensively. Her reunion with Wanda eased her worries about her sister. The news was cruel but [Name] understood why they were as such. Wanda didn’t exactly have good control over her powers.

[Name] knew she owed T’Challa so much and more, especially for helping her get back up on her feet. Shuri has been another helping hand too and living Wakanda has been such an eye-opener.

Everything went well for so many years even after all that has happened.

But nothing lasts forever.

[Name] had planned to leave Wakanda for a bit, to seek out her and reconnect with her sister. Until she sensed something amiss with her friend.

T’Challa had a hand on the wall, hunched over and coughing.

“T’Challa? Are you alright?”

The King didn’t stop his coughs, wheezing as he turned to face the woman. He looked sickly. “[Name]-,” He choked out, dropping to the floor with a loud thud.

“T’Challa!” She screamed, running over to him. Her hands moved to his cheeks, cold sweat coated her palm. She could see specks of blood on his bottom lip and his pulse was frantic.

[Name] flicked her Kimoyo beads, calling for medical assistance.

“Please! We’re in the gym. Something is wrong with the King!” She cried. T’Challa coughed again, more blood splattered onto the floor. She moved a hand to his chest, her palm glowed red as she searched for the cause of his illness and what she found was so much worse than she had expected.

The doctors had rushed in with the hoverbed, carefully putting their King on it as the nurse guided the woman back.

[Name] watched, with teary eyes as her friend was taken away.

She visited T’Challa everyday with Shuri. The King laid on the bed, tubes connected to him along with the steady beat of his heart. Her heart clenched again, fearing deeply that she was going to lose T’Challa too.

[Name] held a bowl of soup, sitting closely to the King as his eyes glanced over to her

“T’Challa,” She leaned closely, slowly stirring the soup.

“[Name],” He smiled weakly and it pained her again. He looked nothing like he did the first time she met him. He was so thin and so sickly. She could only give him a weak smile.

She brought the spoon up to his lips as he slowly sipped on the warm liquid.

“How are you feeling?”

The King swallowed and she could see it was a struggle to do so. But, he smiled. “Never better,” He cleared his throat, inhaling deeply.

“Is Shuri back to her work?” [Name] nodded. “She hasn’t left her lab in days, still working with Griot and her lab techs to find a cure for you.  The Queen and I are worried about her..,” She mumbled.

At this, T’Challa frowned. This was the third time he has heard this reason. He has tried to stop Shuri and reason with her but she wouldn’t give up.

He was dying and that was it. It was the true reality.

[Name] kept feeding the King until he shook his head and she set the bowl away. He raised a hand up, she took it without a single word.

“You have grown up so much since the first time I saw you. You are so much stronger than you know,” He squeezed her hand, a bigger smile on his lips.

“I want you to promise me something,” “T’Challa, no-,” “Please, [Name]? Consider this my last few wishes before I join my ancestors,” He pleaded, locking eyes with the young woman. She swallowed, eyes faltering as she nodded.

“I want you to take care of Mother and Shuri for me. I want you to protect Wakanda and keep her people safe. And I want you to find your sister. I want you to-to go back out and find your sister. Can-,” T’Challa coughed a little, [Name]’s head snapped up.

“Can you do that for me?

“ T’Challa, please. I can’t leave you-” “Please, [Name]?” He breathed out heavily.

Her eyes could see just how serious the King is and could only nod.

“Okay..Okay..I’ll..I’ll do it,” She nodded. T’Challa released her hand, giving her a nod.

She thought she had time. Time to recollect herself and plan out her new journey of finding her sister. But…

[Name] made her way to Shuri’s lab. T’Challa had been relocated to her lab so the princess could work easier. Silence filled the air. It was thick and dreadful and she knew what was going on. She made her way down the stairs, listening to Shuri’s cries as the Queen hugged her child tightly.

[Name] dropped her bag, hands covering her mouth as hot tears pricked her eyes. Queen Ramonda looked up at her and [Name] knew she was staying strong for Shuri. Her own tears fell and the Queen extended her arm out. She didn’t hesitate to join in the hug, sobbing into the Queen’s shoulder at the loss of her best friend and brother figure.

So, here she stood, among the Wakandans and the elders, dressed in her funeral garment as Shuri wailed on her brother’s casket. [Name] looked away, letting her tears flow while M’Baku had a comforting arm on her shoulder. The royal ship took the casket away. [Name] was beginning to feel the weight of her new duty on her shoulders.

She has lost too much now.

However, T’Challa’s passing was hard but the hardest had yet to come. [Name]didn’t give up on finding Wanda. She met up with Wong, Stephen and the new girl, America. Her sister was hunting down the girl just so she could find her sons in other universes. Grief held onto her heart tightly and it held on even tighter upon realising the ending to their final fight.

“Wanda, please! Don’t do this. I can save you. Just-Just take my hand, sister. Please, I can’t lose you too,” [Name] had her hand stretched out but Wong and America were pulling her back. Wanda gave her a soft smile, shaking her head. “No, [Name]. I have to do this. You’ll learn to survive without me, malo jagnje. You’ll find someone who’ll love you and care for you, just as Pietro and I do,” Her sister wore her smile but [Name] knew the impending doom. The childhood nickname Wanda gave her ever since she was a young girl was like a stab to the heart. She watched helplessly, as the castle walls toppled on her. The portal closed and [Name] dropped to her knees, allowing the tears to flow freely while America held onto her in a comforting manner. [Name] was beyond exhausted, more than her body could take on. She just wanted to return to Wakanda and never to leave again. So, she did and didn’t return.

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[Name] returned to Wakanda, to find them in shambles. Exhaustion was heavy on her bones. She had used too much power during the last fight and she needed rest.

But, new circumstances didn’t grant it.

Okoye had grabbed her, tears in her eyes.

“[Name],”

“Okoye? What’s wrong? What-,” “Please, you have to find Shuri. She was taken,” The witch furrowed her brows, confusion clear on her face. “What?! What happened?” “I-,” Okoye swallowed, wiping her tears and regaining her strong composure once more.

“A week ago, Queen Mother and Shuri had an unexpected encounter with a..to crudely put it, a man who came from the water. He threatened the Queen and he demanded that an American scientist be handed over to him. There was a research ship in the middle of the Atlantic. They were there to search for Vibranium with a device made by this American scientist. Authorities found the ship adrift with nobody on board and they are blaming Wakanda for the attack on the ship,” Okoye paused.

[Name] noticed something was different about the General.

“Okoye, what happened to you? Where is your..spear?”

“The Queen demoted me for my carelessness. I..I was the reason the princess was taken away. Three days ago, I convinced the Queen to let me handle this American scientist with Shuri. American authorities were chasing us as we got to the extraction point. But we were ambushed by his warriors. They took away Shuri and Riri, [Name],”

The woman swallowed, absorbing the new information. Shuri was taken. Shuri was taken without her knowledge. Her jaw clenched, fist tightening.

“Where can I find her?” “I don’t know. But find Nakia. If I know the Queen, and I do, her next move will be to find Nakia to track Shuri down,”

Red swirled between the woman’s fingers.

“Sit tight, Okoye. I will get the princess back,”

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[Name] adjusted the sleeve of her wetsuit, looking over at Nakia. Her eyes were planted on the holo-screen of her kimoyo beads. “She’s here. Griot, can you verify?”

“Affirmative,” The AI replied, a red dot blinking steadily. Nakia turned to [Name]. “Are you ready?” and she nodded.

The women held onto the aquatic vehicle as it was brought to the secret cave that led to Talokan. [Name] worried about Shuri’s wellbeing, on top of her piling exhaustion. She shook her head, fist clenched tightly. She failed to protect Shuri and the only way to make it up was to save the Princess and the scientist.

The darkness engulfed the duo, the only light emitting was from their aquatic vehicle. The radar read that they were getting closer and closer to Shuri’s position. The duo resurfaced, their helmet scanned the depths of the cave.

“Princess Shuri’s position is 500 metres to the right. There are two other beings with them,” Griot informed.

“I’ll take point. Cover our backs?” Nakia held up the rifle. “Go. I got it,”

The caves were well lit, glowworms hung from the ceiling of the caverns. Soon, they heard voices and [Name] recognised it to be Shuri’s. Nakia sneaked into the cave prison, knocking out the first guard with the back of her rifle and pointing it back to the other.

“Shuri!” [Name] ran to the woman, hugging the princess tightly before pulling away.

“We don’t have much time. We’re getting you out-,” The Talokanil maiden shoved Nakia’s rifle away and grabbed Riri, a knife to her neck. The maiden spoke in a harsh tone and judging by it, it was not friendly words. [Name] clenched her jaw, clenching her fist. A red glow curled around the maiden’s hostile hand, forcing the blade away from Riri’s neck. [Name] shoved the maiden back and Nakia took this opportunity to shoot her. Shuri grabbed Riri, keeping her close. The mutant woman felt her shoulders become heavier.

“Come on! We have to go! We don’t have much time until he returns,” Nakia urged the two women out, [Name] behind as they made their way to the aquatic vehicle.

Once resurfaced, [Name] felt something was wrong. The vibrations in the water were erratic. “He’s coming!” The royal ship hovered over the four women, transporting them up.

A spear shot out of the water, aimed at the ship.

“Look out!” [Name] screamed, using her magic to deflect the spear. Nakia, Riri and Shuri were safe in the ship. “Griot, get them out of here. Now! I will protect them,”

“Understood, [Name],”

A figure hovered over the water, a raging expression clear on his face. The ship flew off. Her kimoyo beads beeped. “[Name]! What are you trying to do?!” Shuri yelled.

“What I should have done. Protect you. Don’t worry about me. Just get to safety. I will handle him,” [Name] flexed her fingers, magic swirled between each digit. She ended the call and briefly, she could see Namor’s expression shift.

“Who are you? What are you?” [Name] questioned. Namor had his spear in hand, the metal glinting at the woman under the bright sun.

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan..But my enemies call me Namor. I am the firstborn son of Talokan and a mutant,”

A mutant? He was like her. [Name] was surprised, eyes widened at his words.

“You are like me..?”

The corner of Namor’s lips curled into a small smirk, head tilted down in a menacing way. “I am nothing like you,”

The battle shook the waters, eventually going back to land where unfortunately, the King had the upper hand this time. Each shot the woman took, Namor dodged it. However, she was not going to make this as easy as it seems. She used her magic to freeze the wings on his ankles, sending the King plummeting into the sand. He managed to catch himself, unable to move freely. Running to the King, she grabbed his spear that was stabbed into the sand and whipped the back of the spear on his face. The King growled, cutting his cheekbone with ease. His hand caught the spear and pulled the woman down, catching her by surprise. The magic around his ankles disappeared and he grabbed the woman’s armoured collar. [Name] was panting hard, pushing herself to the extreme limit. She had to escape his grasp. The woman gathered her strength, magic swirling her form and with a shout, the remaining of her magic pushed both of them apart. Namor’s eyes widened in shock, the force of the magic pushed him back far from the woman.

[Name] landed on the sand, struggling to stand back up. In the distance, Namor approached, spear in hand. His chest heaving, tired from their fight. He understood her power but he did not know the full extent of it. The King knew he had to get her in every way possible. The witch could be his greatest ally and a powerful Queen to his people. He could see the two of them ruling Talokan together, watching as the surface world burnt with their combined strength.

He wanted her

He needed her

The witch could hear her heart pounding in her chest, dragging herself back with a hand outstretched. Light red swirled between her fingers, clear indication that she was weakened and pushed to the limit. Namor shoved her hand down with the bottom of his spear, foot on her wrist. [Name] screamed in pain as he pushed down a little.

“You fought well despite your weakened state,” He kneeled down, hand grabbing her neck. He lifted his foot off, easily picking the woman up by the throat. [Name] choked, fists slamming on the King’s arm.

“Perhaps with a bit more strength, you may have bested me. But perhaps that day is not today,” His hand squeezed her neck. [Name] wheezed. “P-Please..Mercy..Mercy,” She forced out, gripping the golden-green brace on his arm.

Namor leaned in. “You have failed your people, little witch. You belong to me now. If Wakanda wishes to have you back, they would be forced to meet my demands. But no matter. I am not interested in the scientist anymore. I just wish to seek vengeance on Wakanda,” He reached for the kimoyo beads, breaking the connection before throwing it away.

[Name] felt the world spin, struggling to breathe.

Her world turned black and as it did, Namor leaned in even closer.

“I will have my every way with you. I promise you,”

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days and days turned to..[Name] didn’t know. She couldn’t grasp her surroundings, her body beyond weakened. Her world was a blur and she didn’t know what was happening. Her mind was blank.

Everyday was the same. She would wake up with her feeling cold, a thin cover to blanket her from external eyes. She could see the King briefly but then, it went dark again. She could feel something being forced down her throat each day by a maiden. It was sweet at first but then, the taste instantly turned bitter. A drug to tame the witch. After that, the mutant woman would be left alone.

She needed to feel pain to feel something.

She had to escape.

[Name] awakened once more, being met with silence. Namor was nowhere to be seen and she didn’t sense any guards outside. The woman pushed the blanket off, the cold wind bit her bare, naked body. She swung her legs off the bed, a soft whimper left her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut as she froze, feeling pain between her legs. The more she moved, the pain worsened. But that was enough to get [Name] to think straight.

This was the perfect chance!

[Name] moved on shaking legs, grabbing whatever garment she could find to put on. She shook her head, clearing the blur from her eyes. She didn’t recognise the cavern area she was in but she knew she was back in Talokan.

Tears pricked her eyes and they fell, leaning on a rock as she sobbed quietly.

“Sister..please..give me strength,” She whimpered, eyes closed shut as she gathered whatever strength she had left. A faint shade of red swirled on her hand, leading towards the way out.

[Name] wiped away her tears furiously, carefully following the wisp of red towards her freedom.

It was a bunch of twists and turns and with her magic, she got out of the water and back onto dry land. She had to contact Shuri..or someone from Wakanda.

Anybody.

[Name] wandered aimlessly until she heard voices. The sound of children giggling and locals going about their day. She emerged through the greens, leaning on the wooden hut.

“Por favor…ayúdame. Por favor…,” (Help me, please..help me) She begged, dropping to her knees. The locals surrounded immediately, moving to help this strange woman.

She lost consciousness once more, tired from everything that has been happening to her.

[Name] gained consciousness the next day, laid on a bed in a hut. It had others on the same bed too and could only conclude she was in their local hospital. She had some rest but the effects of the drugs were still strong. On the plus side, she could feel her magic was a little stronger than it was. She had to leave but not without thanking the locals for their hospitality. She could see their faces change as she left, knowing they wanted her to stay longer to ensure she was fully healed but time was not on [Name]’s side.

She had to go back to Wakanda.

Everything else was a blur and a breeze.

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The beeping of the heart monitor woke [Name] up from her slumber. The light blinded her eyes as it slowly fluttered open, trying to adjust. She realised she was on a bed and the surroundings looked familiar. Turning her head, she was alone. But not for long because frantic footsteps rushed over to her and the witch recognised the form.

“S-Shuri?” “[Name],” The princess rushed over, hands on her best friend to check she was uninjured. The woman sat up instantly, wrapping her arms around the new Black Panther.

“We thought we lost you..[Name], you went missing for almost a whole month,” Shuri adjusted the bed so the witch could sit up with ease. [Name] felt hotness behind her eyes, tears threatening to flow again. “How..How did I get here?” She asked, glancing over to the cup of water on the nearby table. Shuri took the hint and took it.

“The border guards found you, [Name]. You were gone for a whole month and..and we thought you were dead! We sent out soldiers to find you but with the threat from Namor..,” Immediately, the woman froze as the princess trailed off.

“What happened after we escaped, [Name]?” Shuri asked, seriousness in her tone.

[Name] swallowed, looking up at her best friend.

“Our fight..it went horribly wrong. I thought I had it but my powers aren't as strong as they usually are. After what happened in Manhattan a-and losing Wanda and..,” She trailed off and Shuri understood immediately. “So much has happened, Shuri and I-I..I’m so tired. Namor..he..he bested me in the fight and took me to his empire. I tried to keep track of my time there but they fed me something. Everything became a blur and I kept passing out,”

Shuri felt her heartbreak. [Name] really didn’t know. She took the witch’s hand, lacing it together. “Do you..not remember anything about what happened in Talokan?” And the witch could only shake her head.

“Oh, [Name]..,” Shuri sniffled, pulling the woman in another tight hug. She pulled away first, eyes looking away and head tilted down. [Name] knew that look.

“What? I know that look, Shuri..”

The princess moved a hand to her kimoyo beads, and a pair of holo-screen emerged in front of the bed. It was the medical status of her body.

The witch took her time to read her stats. The drug was no longer in her system and her body was healing itself up at a steady pace.

“What..?”

Shuri swallowed. “Do you feel pain..here?” She gestured around her thigh and lower waist area. [Name] winced when she moved her legs a little, nodding.

“Oh, [Name]..I really don’t know how to tell you thi-,” “Just say it. Please? I..I can take it,”

Shuri swallowed again.

“You’re pregnant, [Name],”

[Name] froze, the grip on the cup loosen and it fell to the floor, shattering with a loud crash. The silence that came was deafening and she felt light-headed once more. Shuri’s words played on repeat.

She was pregnant..with a baby. With Namor’s baby. She was going to carry a baby.

Tears flowed freely, a hand moved to her abdomen. [Name] sobbed hard, head hung as the salty tears fell to the medical gown. Shuri wrapped her arms around the woman’s crying form, gently rubbing her back until she calmed. [Name] didn’t speak a word, her mind racing with so many thoughts. Did she want to keep the baby? If she did, where was she going to hide? Namor is going to search the world for her and he isn’t going to stop until he finds her and their child. Wakanda was not safe for her anymore.

This leaves with Kamar-Taj. She could ask Stephen for help and seek refuge whilst she goes through her new life.

[Name] wiped her tears and inhaled deeply, holding both of Shuri’s hands.

“Shuri..I want to keep the baby. But if I’m going to do so..I have to leave. He..He’s going to find me and I have to keep running to make sure he doesn’t catch me,”

Shuri’s eyes widened. “But..where are you going to go?” “Kamar-Taj. I’m going to Kamar-Taj. I-I can see refuge under Stephen Strange and Wong and hide from..from Namor. I’m sorry, Shuri. I’m so, so sorry,”

Shuri shook her head, gently squeezing the witch’s hand. “No, please. Don’t be sorry. I understand. I will help you from Wakanda and if you ever need anything, anything at all..,” Shuri removed her own kimoyo beads, slipping it on the witch’s wrist. “You know who to call,”

[Name] sniffled, adjusting the beads and nodded. The two shared another tight hug.

This wasn’t the end.

There was still so much to do after all.

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EPILOGUE

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[Name] smiled widely, a finger gently caressing the baby’s nose. Wrapped in a soft blanket, Rodavan slept peacefully. She sat on her bed, humming quietly while the baby slept. She knew she made the right decision to keep the baby because he was a miracle despite what had happened. Rodavan inherited so much of Namor’s looks. His nose, eyes and the pointed ears.

When [Name] got to Kamar-Taj, Wong was there to greet her. She told him everything he needed to know, holding back the darker information and Wong didn’t hesitate to grant her refuge. Her home was far from Kathmandu but a door connected her home to the sacred grounds. Wong had fortified the magic around her isolated home, ensuring both the mother and son were protected.

[Name] sat on the rocking chair on the porch of her home, leaning down to plant a kiss to the baby’s head. She was glad to find peace in Nepal, letting her guard down a little.

Soft rustling pulled [Name] out of her thoughts, head snapping up towards the trees surrounding her home. The sun would be setting soon.

The leaves rustled again. [Name] stood, clutching her baby closer to her chest as her heart raced. She was sensing potential danger but she didn’t know what it was. A twig snapped made the woman jump, hairs standing on end as she pushed her front door open. Leaves crunched behind her and that’s when [Name] knew something or someone was behind her among the trees.

Slowly, she turned towards the darkness. Her chest heaved quickly and Rodavan awoke, sensing his mother’s distress. His lower lip trembled and he started to cry.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay..Shh..,” [Name] swallowed, gently bouncing the baby while she still stared among the trees.

Then, she saw it.

She saw him.

Namor emerged from the darkness, Talokanil soldiers behind him with their weapons in hand. [Name] gasped, clutching her baby closer to her chest as he cried. He tilted his head back, inhaling deeply before returning his stare at her.

How did he find her?

This area was protected!

[Name] took a step back. And another. And another. All while keeping her eyes on the monster. Her fear was eating her up but she had to care for Rodavan. The Talokanil warriors had surrounded her home now. She shook her head frantically.

“You won’t get me or the child easily!” [Name] screamed, covering Rodavan’s face with the blanket.

Namor scoffed, a dark and dangerous smirk spread across his lips.

“We shall see about that, In yakunaj,” (my love)

With that, [Name] immediately ran towards the portal door as the water grenade struck the beam of the home, narrowly making her escape as the wood shattered and splintered behind her.

When she got to Kamar-Taj, the horrors she found were beyond anything she had seen. Fires spread from house to house, dead bodies littered the streets and the training grounds of the sacred land, the whole temple was left in nothing but debris. She forced back a choke, running towards safety.

No place was safe, [Name] knew this.

It was only a matter of time until she was found again.

After all, she was the source of the God’s dangerous obsession.

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[dontask-idkeither]

Hold me by the heart

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.

Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?

Note: T’Challa is very heavily involved here and the overall all fic is pretty sad. This also heavy with grief and has a major Wakanda Forever spoiler, just in case you haven’t watched the movie yet.

Y/F/N means your father’s name, I couldn’t really think of a name to put for that so

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2016

Being an war-dog stationed in Austria was not how you expected to be spending your 18th and 19th years of life. After a year in the Austria, you missed everything about home. The air, the water, the people, the food, your culture, your family, your girlfriend. You were sat on the couch in the apartment that had been given to you, clicking through tv stations.

You got to the news to see that the Vienna International Center had been bombed. You sat up as you listened to the headline. When the broadcaster said that King T’Chaka of Wakanda had been assassinated, your heart stopped.

Images of the building on fire, smoke clouds darkening the sky, flashed on your screen. But they didn’t register. The only thing flooding your mind was that your King was dead. Your countries ruler was gone.

And then your mind drifted to your girlfriend, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. You hadn’t noticed your tears until heavy knocks came to your door. You wiped the tears and looked through the peephole.

There you saw two members of the Dora Milaje at his side. You immediately opened the door and they glided in.

“Ungubani” “Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N” You pulled your bottom lip down to show your war-dog tattoo to the Dora.

T’Challa walked into the apartment. You didn’t look at him for very long, as you lightly bowed your head, but the devastation was clear as day.

“My Prince.” You said as you bowed lightly. You knew very well you weren’t required to do this, it was more so to please the Dora than because of a distant relationship.

T’Challa just pulled you into a hug which you returned instantly. You stayed there for some time, trying to comfort the man you had known as an older brother for years.

He pulled away but left a hand on your shoulder “It’s time for you to come home.” You nodded and you knew the implications behind it.

You knew T’Challa wouldn’t be returning home for long, he was telling you so you could be there for Shuri.

You packed away your things as fast as possible and hurried to the Royal Talon Fighter. The flight was spent mostly in silence, you leaning on T’Challa’s shoulder as a form of comfort. He greatly appreciated it.

When you landed, you were overcome with nerves. You hadn’t been home in a year and the first time you return, is because the man you viewed as a second father was now with the ancestors.

You stood at the top of the stairs and almost went into a panic. T’Challa’s hand squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, you took a deep breath and descended down the stairs.

You saw your girlfriend and her mother standing side by side in front of the palace. Her red, teary eyes lit up when she saw you. She waited until you were some feet away from the plane before she ran into your arms.

You welcomed her and held the back of her head. The world didn’t matter as you held her, all you wanted was to ease her pain. “Thank you for coming.” She said through her tears.

“Shh, no need to thank me.” You pulled away to hold her face, her hands held your wrists. “I will always be here for you.”

2018

N’Jadaka had killed T’Challa. Right in front of your eyes. Your body and mind had gone numb. You sat in one of Wakanda’s lush forests, and for the first time the scenery of Wakanda didn’t have any effect on your sour mood.

Your heartbroken girlfriend sat between your legs, holding your knee as she cried. You had one hand massaging her scalp. Her mother sat in front of you, holding her hand and yours.

“First Baba, and now my brother. Mama we didn't even get to bury him.” You shushed her. Ramonda wiped her tears.

You wished you could be of more comfort for her, but your own pain was rendering you silent.

In a way though, the severity of your own emotion helped Shuri understand that she was not alone in this. She wouldn’t be missing her brother alone. She had her mother, and she had you.

2024

Shuri had been working around her lab trying to find a cure for her brother. You had gone some time before to say your goodbyes to T’Challa in the event he didn’t make it.

You told him how much he meant to you, as a brother, a friend, and as an overall inspiration. You told him that if he didn’t have any fight left in him, that it was ok. That you would take care of his beloved mother and baby sister, that you would protect them with your life. You told him that you would dedicate your life to protecting his honor and his memory, and to making him proud.

With a final squeeze of his hand, you left the room he was in and ran back to the lab. Over the years, Shuri had taught you a lot about technology and you were ready to offer your help in any way you could.

When you got to the lab, people were rushing out. You walked in confused. You saw Shuri standing alone at one of her tables. You walked over to her and before you could say anything, you saw Ramonda walk in.

You felt nauseous because you knew what this meant. You tried to hold it back, but a sob ripped through your chest and you turned away.

“Griot, whats my brothers heart rate?” Shuri asked, voice thick with fear.

“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”

Shuri slowly walked backwards, all the emotion hitting at once. She only heard a faint ringing in her ears and her head felt as if it would explode. Before she fell to the floor in complete agony, your arms wrapped around her weak body.

You eased her way to the floor and she held your biceps tight as she loudly cried. Seeing her in this much pain only worsened your own, you threw your head back as to not see the hurt. You bit your lip so hard you tasted hints of blood. Ramonda slowly walked over to her grieving girls.

The funeral

You still did not feel worthy to walk alongside the Royal Family through this. Despite all the assurances by Ramonda that you belonged there, and Shuri saying how badly you were needed, you still felt unworthy.

You swallowed those insecurities and walked with your head high, but face riddled with exhaustion and all the overall grief you were facing.

T’Challa’s coffin was placed on the ground and before it was lifted, Shuri placed her body over it. Ramonda went to pull her back, but you lightly put your arm in front of her. She looked at you with confusion but you knew Shuri needed this moment.

She didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her own brother, this was her own way of doing that now. After some time, you moved your arm and nodded. Ramonda lightly pulled a broken Shuri from her brother’s coffin and back to her feet.

Shuri placed her face in your neck and you placed your hand on the back of her head.

2025

After the passing of King T’Chaka, you never thought you would leave Wakanda again. Now after losing T’Challa and Ramonda, and all the death you saw in your country, you couldn’t bear to be there. You needed to be far, in order to heal.

That is how you ended up with Shuri in Haiti. You had burned your funeral garments together on the beach and began to heal together.

Right now you sat in your room, writing in your journal. Writing out every thought and feeling you had throughout the day. Shuri had gone for a walk, she felt she needed to be alone with her thoughts.

You had no clue how long you had been writing when the door to your room creaked open. You looked up with a smile to see your lover, but your smile fell when you saw the state she was in.

Her thoughts had clearly taken her down a dark path. She stood in the doorway pulling at her sleeve as she cried. You almost jumped from your chair to hold her.

She kept her arms where they were but she just cried even harder when you held her. “I’m here love. I’m here.”

To that she pulled you in even closer. “Make it stop…” she begged to no one in particular. Your heart broke even further.

You wished you could. You wished you could take all her pain away. Wished you could take all for yourself. But you couldn’t.

What you could and would do, is hold her. Hold her through it all just as you had always done.

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[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

Truth or Dare (5)

Summary: What started off as an innocent game of truth or dare between two noble born sisters, Y/N and Margaret “Peggy” Carter, quickly turns south when Y/N meets Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes. 10 years later Peggy is getting married reuniting the bunch, tensions rise as the sisters engage in truth or dare one more time before Peggy is married.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Not Beta'd

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Chapter 5

“Ouch!”

Y/N peeked up from the book in her lap. Peggy had been standing on a pedestal as women bustled around her. Her puffy sleeves had been comical next to her head. They were off-white and twice the size of her head, making the countess drown in the fabric.

“Apologies, Lady Carter,” one of the women rushed, pin in hand.

The sleeves need more volume,” Amanda Carter surveyed from beside Peggy. Wordlessly, the women shoved more pins in the sleeves to hold them up. Y/N locked eyes with Peggy’s pleading dark brown eyes through the mirror. She was relieved it was Peggy getting married. Y/N didn’t know if she could tolerate her mother’s opinions.

Gently shutting the book in her lap, Y/N turned in her chair to face her mother, “Perhaps the sleeves will take away from Peggy herself.”

Their mother frowned, never taking her eyes off the dress. “Nonsense, Y/N. Margaret is marrying a prince. The dress should be grand. Everyone’s eyes will be on her.” Peggy shrugged in the mirror, a silent thanks for trying. Amanda finally turned to Y/N, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “Speaking of princes, King George is meeting with King T’Chaka later today to discuss a peace treaty. I hear he is bringing his son Prince T’Challa along with him. You should join your sister and Steve at the theater and invite him to accompany you.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, her hands nervously running across the book in her lap. “Mother, I doubt the prince of Wakanda is interested in me.”

Amanda arched her eyebrow with a hand on her hip. On her other hand, a single digit wagged in Y/N’s direction. “Then you make him interested in you.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip until it bled. Her mother had taken matters into her own hands going straight to King T’Chaka to invite T’Challa to the theater. Y/N wasn’t sure if she hoped he would accept or decline. The other night in Bucky’s room was still fresh in her mind. She hadn’t seen him since. They couldn’t court without an introduction. He didn’t seem to mind while he was flirting with her, but was that all it was, just flirting?

T’Challa was different. He was practical and preapproved by her parents. Y/N guessed that had something to do with the peace treaty. She felt dirty like she was lying to T’Challa. He was considerate and sure of himself, a true prince. She could find herself falling in love with the man if they had met under different circumstances. One day, Steve and T’Challa will be kings. What better way to ensure the peace treaty is honored in the future than to unite the families? They were mere pawns in a larger chess game.

“Lady Carter,” the darker-skinned prince extended his snowy gloved hand toward a cushioned wooden bench. Y/N sent him a polite smile, accepting the seat closest to the rail. The gallery was a small balcony in the theater with three rows of wooden benches. Y/N and Peggy had been seated in the front for everyone in the pit to marvel at their gowns. There was just enough room for the two of them to squeeze on the bench with the exaggerated skirts on their gowns.

Steve and T’Challa had taken a seat on the slightly elevated larger bench behind the women, a respectable position for men to be seen with unmarried women in public. Their view of the stage was poor but they weren’t there to see, they were there to be seen.

The bustling actors readying below could be seen from their vantage point and Y/N could have sworn she saw Bucky below. Something shiny reflected momentarily blinding her. She fluttered her eyes clearing the image of Bucky from her head. It had to have been someone carrying a prop. A hand on her arm drew her attention beside her.

“The prince seems nice,” Peggy said loud enough for just the two of them to hear.

Y/N’s lips pressed into a tight smile, “He is.” It wasn’t a lie. T’Challa had been a gentleman. Part of her felt that he had been too gentlemanly, too friendly to see her as a serious option for a wife. Y/N brushed it off. She was sure he had come to the same conclusion as her. This was strictly business. Even Steve and Peggy seemed to encourage the bond.

“I was informed that the king’s son is joining us. Have I been misinformed?” T’Challa questioned, raising a thick brow.

Y/N’s ears pricked at the mention of Bucky. No one told her he was coming. Why would they? She isn’t supposed to know him. But she does.

“He’ll be here. I believe he is backstage visiting an old friend.” Steve winked.

T’Challa chuckled, brushing his hand over his charcoal frock coat, “To old friends.”

Y/N flushed at the implication ignoring the rest of the men's chatter. He never denied the rumor of him being a rake instead, he promised he would ruin her. They weren’t courting but she couldn’t stop the words from leaving her lips, “Truth or dare?”

A devious smirk crossed Peggy’s lips as she stared at the audience in the pit below. Without being able to see the front of the stage, the play wouldn’t be as interesting. The next two hours promised boredom for Peggy. She’d rather be in the pit with everyone else enjoying the show rather than staring at the back of the actors’ heads. She craved excitement.

“Dare.”

Y/N had predicted that answer so without missing a beat, she replied, “I dare you to sneak backstage and steal the most interesting item.” It was perfect. Her sister’s determination would have her checking every inch backstage. Bucky’s visit would be ruined.

“Distract them,” Peggy mumbled before excusing herself to the bathroom.

Y/N waited until she could see the countess below before turning to the men. “Your Royal Highness,” Y/N began watching both men turn to face her, confusion written across their faces. “Sorry, I don’t know how to address each of you while you are in the same room.”

Steve narrowed his eyes suspiciously. T’Challa offered a playful smile on his full lips, “I suppose addressing you and your sister as Lady Carter can be confusing as well.” He pressed the palm of his hand over his heart. “Please call me T’Challa and I will call you Y/N?”

Y/N nodded, “T’Challa it is.”

Steve ran a hand along his chin, she already called him Steve. There was no need to differentiate but he brushed it off chalking it up to being her way to get on a first-name basis with the prince.

The trio made small talk as they awaited Peggy’s return. The conversation flowed easily, distracting the men from how much time had passed. Y/N glanced down at her dress. A dead giveaway to her status. Her mind wandered to the pit below along with the actors. Guilt began to eat away at her. Peggy could be recognized down there. Anything could happen. What would they think of the future queen stealing? How could she have let her envy put her sister at risk?

Suddenly the door to the balcony opened, a Cheshire cat grin on Peggy’s lips. A sigh escaped Y/N at the sight. She made it back in one piece and if her grin was anything to go by, she had completed her dare with ease. Peggy floated to her seat, her hands empty. Y/N raised an eyebrow, but Peggy just wiggled hers back. It wasn’t until Peggy was sure neither man was paying them any attention that she plucked a piece of lien from between her bosoms.

Y/N ran her fingers over the milky cloth now draped across her lap. “What’s so interesting about a cloth?” She twirled the cloth between her fingers.

Peggy’s eyes twinkled, “It’s not just any cloth. It’s the cravat of a nobleman.”

Realization crossed Y/N’s face, her eyes bulging. When she dared Peggy to steal something to ruin Bucky’s visit, she didn’t think she would swipe something of his. “Peggy,” she hissed. “How did you get this?”

The younger Carter rolled her eyes. “He’s sleeping with a pretty redhead down there.”

Gail? Y/N’s face paled as Steve’s voice cut through her thoughts. How could Bucky be sleeping with Steve’s ex? A married woman? Y/N unexpectedly rose from the bench, the white fabric bound tightly around her knuckles. Three sets of eyes stared at her, and she wondered just how many more were monitoring her from below. “I need a minute.”

T’Challa stood up, a hand resting against his stomach. “I will walk with you.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, that would not be appropriate. I feel a bit claustrophobic is all.”

“Y/N,” Peggy tilted her head. “I could walk you out.”

“I’ll be fine. I just need a minute alone,” Y/N announced, already halfway out the door.

The older Carter’s feet carried her down the hallway into an empty stairwell. Her back pressed against the stone wall as she took deep breaths. An incandescent glow emitted from a candle in the window above her head. Like a figment of her worst imagination, Bucky emerged at the bottom of the steps.

“Y/N?”

Her head snapped in his direction, pushing herself off the stone wall. “How could you?” she seethed. He raised his eyebrows as Y/N continued to rant. “How could you do that to Steve? To her husband?”

Bucky peeked over his shoulder making sure no one was coming before beginning to walk up the step, one step at a time. “What are you talking about?”

Staring down at the man from her nose, she responded, “Gail Richards.”

Before Y/N could blink, her back slammed against the wall. A gloved metal hand pressed against her mouth. “Don’t say that name,” he growled in her ear, his nostrils flaring. He could feel her tremble beneath his hands as he pulled back slightly. Her eyes welled with tears as his eyes darted between hers. The second he peeled his metal hand from her mouth, she shoved him, hard.

Caught off guard, the brunette stumbled back a few steps.

“You’re sleeping with her,” Y/N accused, pointing her finger at him.

Bucky scoffed, knocking her hand away. “I am not.”

Sucking her teeth, Y/N explained, “Peggy caught you with a redhead.”

Bucky arched his brow, “What’s Peggy doing snooping around?”

Y/N’s eyes dropped to his sweaty exposed neck. Her hands shot behind her back as she remembered she still had his cravat. Avoiding the question, she asked, “So you weren’t just sleeping with a redhead backstage?”

Bucky countered with a shrug, “Are you not on a double date with a prince?”

Y/N froze. “You’re here, it hardly counts as a double date. The numbers are uneven.”

“Right.” Bucky rolled his eyes, stepping forward. “Stop meddling Y/N. Making false accusations could get you hurt one day.”

Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms. The linen fabric was prominent against her dark dress.

“Where’d you get this?” Bucky asked, yanking her hand toward him to inspect the fabric. “You a peepin’ Tom?”

Y/N felt a warmth creep up her neck as his fingers carefully unraveled the cloth. “No, I-” She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t tell him she had dared Peggy to go down there. He would think she was crazy. Unfortunately for her, he saw right through her.

Holding the cloth up between them, Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Is this what all of this,” he waved his free hand around dramatically, “is about? You’re jealous?”

Covering her face with her hands she sighed. She wanted to deny it but she was sure he would see right through her. “Steve implied you were doing more than visiting an old friend. Peggy and I have this stupid game going and I took advantage of it. I dared her to steal the most interesting object down there so she would search everywhere. I wanted her to ruin your time down there. She brought your cravat back and told me you were sleeping with a redhead. I’m sorry, I had no right to do that.”

“Natasha.”

Y/N peered up from behind her hands. “What?”

“The redhead, her name is Natasha.” A soft oh escaped her lips. A toothy grin spread across his face as he tied his cravat around his neck. “You were jealous,” he said in a sing-song voice. Her face scrunched up in embarrassment. He should be furious with her but instead, he was eating every second of this up. Y/N groaned. He would hold this over her forever. “You know, I’m actually a bit offended that Peggy thought my cravat was more interesting than me.” He paused, scanning her from head to toe. “I’m also disappointed you didn’t come down to see me in action for yourself.”

Y/N cleared her throat, wishing the foundation would swallow her whole. She didn’t need whatever dirty actions Bucky had been referring to, in her head. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky ran a hand through his long hair. “Steve asked me to join in a while back when it was a solo date. Didn’t know you and the prince were joining until this morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He cocked his head as if it was obvious, “I kinda got the feeling people don’t want us talking, sweetheart. I can’t exactly walk up to you and start a conversation.”

Y/N wondered if anyone would ever give them a formal introduction or if secret meetings and stolen glances in public were all they would ever be. Y/N glanced down at her hands before squinting up at Bucky, “My mother invited T’Challa. I think she’s trying to aid your father’s alliance.”

Bucky hummed, running his tongue across his bottom lip. “T’Challa? You’re on a first-name basis already?”

Her eyes narrowed in the dim light as she replied, “We’re on a first-name basis, Bucky.”

A cocky grin graced his face, “And if I remember correctly, you want me to ruin you.” Y/N’s mouth gaped like a fish, searching for an answer. Bucky reached up with his flesh hand, twisting a loose strand of her hair framing her face. A distant expression crossed his face. “I wish there was a way to have you without ruining you.” Y/N frowned at his sudden change. His fingertips grazed her cheek as he released the strand of hair. His eyes hardened. “I’m gonna need to know more about this game of yours doll.”

The click of the door echoed down the hall causing the pair to jump apart. How long had they been gone?

"You go first,” Bucky commanded just above a whisper.

Y/N shook her head, her eyes pleading with Bucky. “I can’t go back without your cravat. Peggy will be suspicious if you walk in there with it and I don't.”

Bucky huffed, his fingers making quick work of loosening the knot around his neck. “Steve and T’Challa will be suspicious if you walk in with one and I don’t.” When the knot was loose, he slipped the fabric into Y/N’s awaiting palm. The patter of footsteps trailed along the floor growing louder with each passing second like the countdown on a bomb. They were seconds away from their lives blowing up before their eyes. Tucking the linen between her breasts, Y/N stepped into the hall. She gasped, nearly running into Peggy.

“Y/N, there you are!” Peggy’s fingers wrapped around Y/N’s biceps. “I was worried sick. Are you alright?”

Winding her arm with Peggy’s, she nodded. “I’m fine. Let’s head back before the play starts.”

Bucky waited with his back against the wall until the darkness devoured their shadows. Only when he heard the thud of the door did he leap off the wall following their footsteps. He waited a moment outside the gallery, before stepping onto the balcony.

“Bucky,” Steve greeted, waving him over. “You made it just in time.”

The brunette grunted in acknowledgment, opting for the third row. The row furthest from the crowd and temptation. Bucky couldn’t spend two hours sitting directly behind Y/N ignoring her. The best option for everyone was the last row. Slightly more elevated than the rest, with a clear view of Y/N and T’Challa. If he didn’t have a good view of the play, at least he was able to watch over her; a devil she had no idea was perched on her shoulder.

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The Complexities of a Black Hole — Pt. Two

A Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Series

Summary: You and Bucky leave for Wakanda, only he doesn’t know you’ve tagged along.

Warnings: This series and my entire blog is 18+ ONLY. MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. Frequent use of heavy and descriptive language. Mentions of sedation and anxiety drugs, brief/vague mention of a needle, brief mention of blood and violence, self deprecating thoughts, allusions to depression, angst, fluff, a tired and hangry Bucky (yes it needs a warning).

Word Count: 4K

A/N: GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS?? TCOABH TIME!! Yes, I’m aware I suck and this is a few days behind schedule BUT I’ve been adjusting to some new meds this week and I’ve been getting so much done (including prepping for my uni finals) that posting this was at the very back of my mind all week :,) BUT ITS HERE, and I’m excited for y’all to read this part <3 ENJOY BABES🫶🏼😚

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Wakanda.

Fifteen minutes ago you had never even heard of the place, but now the word rattled around in your brain, pestering you with each passing second.

Wakanda.

A concealed nation hidden deep between the vast mountain ranges and lush forests of eastern Africa, and home to the most scientifically advanced technologies the world had ever known. It was a place of serenity and hope, a glimpse into a glorious future. From what T’Challa, the man in the burgundy outfit, had said of it, Wakanda was a place that could heal even the most damaged of souls. A place of permanent renewal.

A place to start over.

They want to take Bucky to Wakanda.

Despite the method being meticulous and requiring careful execution, T’Challa described a way to rid Bucky’s head of the words that plagued him. The words that sent him on a rampage. The words that made him fight a war that could never be won.

There was just one stipulation.

Bucky would have to live in Wakanda for the time being.

T’Challa couldn’t give an estimate on the exact length of the stay, saying it might only take weeks, or if the treatment didn’t work as planned, possibly even months or as long as a year. There was an isolation period Bucky would have to endure first, the details of that part vaguely stated. A look crossed Steve’s face at the mention of it, somewhere between apprehension and uncertainty, but he would have to lock away his doubts for now. They’d have time to resurface if things went south.

You couldn’t bear the idea of going months without seeing Bucky, the thought alone making your stomach churn. He’s been your closest friend since joining the team… the person you’ve spent so much time with, shared so many memories with. It would be unbearable. You knew it would be for the best, Bucky needed help. But it didn’t make the idea any more tolerable.

To add onto that hurt — Bucky was refusing to see you. He had apparently been awake for a few hours now, only allowing Dr. Cho and Steve to be around him. It’s nothing to do with you, Steve said during one of the many times he came back to check up on you, he just needs time.

Now, standing a few yards away, Steve and T’Challa quietly discussed the process of moving Bucky to Wakanda. The less-than-subtle glances both men were sending to where you sat didn’t go unnoticed. You were sure they could feel the anxiety radiating from you, the wringing of your hands and the bounce of your legs giving it away completely. But each time they looked over at you it made that feeling grow tenfold. Were they talking about you? Were they getting annoyed at your incessant stare on their backs? Did they think you were eavesdropping?

Finally, the quick glances turned into full on eye contact from Steve, T’Challa patting his shoulder before swiftly departing, walking back toward the center of the Compound. Steve waited to speak until he sat down beside you, a comforting hand landing on your knee.

“He thinks this could really work.” Steve started, his focus trailing to your overly-bitten bottom lip. “But… there’s something else.”

You perked up at his words, brows knitted in confusion. “What is it?”

“T’Challa thinks it could be beneficial for Bucky to have a friend there with him. A familiar face.” Steve was treading lightly, unsure of how to ask a favor of this caliber. “Someone to help so he doesn’t get so… lonely.” He released a heavy sigh, looking right into your eyes. “When Bucky first got here… he followed me around like a lost puppy. Where I went, Bucky went. What I did, Bucky did. It took him weeks to finally feel safe enough to sleep in his own room. I don’t want him to feel abandoned again. And I would go, or have Sam go, but…”

“You have a lot going on here.” You finished for him, understanding where he was coming from. Steve was constantly needed, and even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was the glue to this team. If he were to leave to keep Bucky company, the sturdy structure he had built around this place would surely crumble.

Steve found both of your hands, pulling them into your lap and closing them in on his large ones. “I think you should go to Wakanda with him.” He finally blurted out. “T’Challa said his sister would be ecstatic to have someone so versed in astrophysics around. Plus, I think Bucky would much prefer to have you tag along than Sam or myself.”

His volume lowered to a whisper. “He seems to have grown pretty fond of you. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever seen Buck so… at ease around someone else.”

Mentally cursing at how right Steve was, you hoped he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks from his statement. It was evident there was another implicative remark lingering on his tongue, but he slowly closed his mouth before it could spring free.

Were the feelings you harbored so deep in your soul for one of your closest friends that obvious to everyone else? Maybe it was for the best that Steve stopped while he was ahead, because should he have let the words come to fruition, there’d be no hiding from the truth.

Because how could you blatantly deny the fact that you felt something more for Bucky? You’d walk to the edge of the universe and back for the man, so of course you’d stay with him in Wakanda. Time wasn’t a factor. Whether it took thirty days or thirty years, you’d go if asked. And this wasn’t something you were willing to pass up.

“You don’t think he’ll be mad if I come along? I mean… he isn’t really up to talking to me now. You know better than anyone how he gets about this stuff. Bucky’s always worried about people seeing him in a bad light, and I don’t want him to be upset with me.”

“Can I tell you a little secret?” Steve leaned in close as if he was relaying exclusive information. “Bucky could never be upset with you. You said it yourself, I know him better than most. So believe me when I say that he’d never hold anything against you.” His eyes caught yours in a sincere look. “You should go with him.”

You took a second to breathe, trying to digest all of this chaos at once. It was making your head spin, but it was obvious what your decision would be.

“When do we leave?”

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Two hours later you left your bedroom, most of your belongings stuffed in three large suitcases and one duffel bag. You decided to leave behind most of your unnecessary trinkets and memorabilia, only bringing along the most important, top priority things… if a stuffed animal lion and your endless amount of journals counted as top priority. Finding your way to the hangar of the Compound, your stomach lurched at the reminder of events that occurred only hours prior. Visions of Bucky being dragged through, his head hanging down and blood dripping from his sides. It seemed like an absurd renaissance painting you’d see in the Louvre, taking your time to gasp and stare at its gruesomeness. Yet you were certain you would never be able to rid your mind of that memory.

Two gigantic aircrafts were stationed in the hangar, a woman standing outside of each, their heads shaved and their chins held high. Both were holding spears, a stoic expression on their face. Steve was talking to Sam outside the smaller of the two aircrafts, their conversation cutting off as you neared.

“Heard you were leavin’ too, Y/n.” Sam said as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying a bit as he held you close. He always gave the best hugs, besides Bucky of course, something you had realized very early on in your time with the team. “Wanted to see you off.” With a quick squeeze he let go, looking down at you with glossy eyes. The two of you had grown quite close in the last few months, so he wasn’t just losing Bucky for the time being, but you as well.

To quell your own tears, you playfully bumped his shoulder with your fist. “You better come and visit, Sammy. You know I can’t go that long without seeing your annoying face.”

That lightened the mood, both Sam and Steve laughing at your words. “I’ll come see you as soon as I’m allowed.” He assured.

The air seemed to grow thick as you looked at Steve, his head hanging low but his eyes trained on you. “You ready?”

Truthfully, no, you weren’t ready to leave your home behind. Sure, you had said your goodbyes to the rest of your friends and team earlier, and sure you had most of your things packed for this departure. But there never comes a time in life when you’re truly ready for anything, right?

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

With one hand on your back and his other reaching for the handle of your largest suitcase, he led you onto one of the jets, another woman stationed inside with her back to you. The craft was astonishingly advanced, fitted with a dark clean and sleek interior, making Stark’s quinjets look puny and outdated in comparison.

You could feel the soft humming of the jet rumbling beneath your shoes, the actual sound far too quiet to register in your ears. The inside was glowing with soft hues of orange and blue, strips of soft light wrapping around the center of the jet where plush seats stuck out. There was just enough light to see your way around, but not enough to strain your eyes. Dark wood paneling decorated the interior, carved out from a tree probably native to Wakanda, as you couldn’t place the grain elsewhere. The woman standing inside turned to you and introduced herself as Nakia, a friend of T’Challa’s. You could tell she was curious, her eyes studying you intensely. Her head was covered in a green print scarf, a beaded necklace holding the same shades of emerald laying flat against the bottom of her neck. She, along with the woman who stood guard outside, Okoye, as she was soon introduced, would be the ones taking you to Wakanda.

Okoye smelled of orchids, her presence warm and comforting. Tattoos marked her shaved scalp, the dark lines curving over her head in an intricate pattern. You quickly learned she was the general for Wakanda’s elite group of royal warrior guards, the Dora Milaje, her status most likely portrayed within the tattoo. She wore numerous gold bands around her neck, the precious metal dripping down further in platings that covered her shoulders and arms. They spoke briefly of their home, their words continuing to fill you with hope, your body feeling lighter and lighter by the second.

Steve said a quick goodbye, as he would be leaving on the other aircraft with a sedated Bucky, T’Challa, and another royal guard. The flight to Wakanda would only take a few hours, Nakia relayed, as the jet was apparently able to travel at incredibly high speeds. You pondered over the logistics, but there were many things in life that existed and were plausible far beyond your comprehension, so you ultimately let that thought fade out as you took a seat near the cockpit.

“So your friend,” Nakia broke the short bout of silence as Okoye got comfortable in the pilot chair, the jet slowly starting to move forward. “How long have you known him?” She didn’t have to name Bucky for you to know that’s who she was referring to.

“About eight months now. Kinda seems like a lifetime, though.” You laughed softly, wringing your hands together as they sat tense in your lap. You wished more than anything you could see him right about now, knowing he was freaking out internally about this whole fiasco. Bucky hated when everyone’s attention was turned on him, even the good kind of attention. He always felt scrutinized under people’s heavy glares, and despite being over six feet tall and possessing a body close to that of Hercules, he had become a master at making himself look small and non-threatening during times like this. But just as a fully grown saint bernard cannot shrink to the size of a chihuahua, Bucky could only do so much to hide himself away from the judgment the world pressed upon him.

“He must mean a great deal to you if you’re coming all the way to Wakanda for him.” Nakia remarked. From your peripheral, you noticed Okoye shaking her head at Nakia’s words. She was a curious woman indeed.

But, as much as you wanted to deny what she was insinuating, you couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “He’s one of my best friends. I couldn’t not come, you know? Bucky has a long road ahead of him, and I want to be there to help however I can.”

“You are a good friend. I am sure he will be thankful that you are accompanying him.” Okoye interjected, her gaze steady and facing the open sky. She let her words settle before speaking again. “We will reach home by nightfall. Try to get some sleep, both of you.”

Okoye was right. You were creeping on two days with no sleep, a drowsiness deeply settled in your bones from the lack of shut eye. Watching Nakia as she laid out across the seats opposite of you, you sent her a tight lipped smile before resting your head against the wall. You bent your knees close to your chest, your hands sandwiched between, and let the promises of Wakanda lull you to sleep.

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There was a cruelness that Bucky’s mind possessed, and recently its main goal was to taunt him at every turn.

He was the elephant in the room. The burden those around him had to help carry. The man that deserves no sympathy.

So why did they want to help him now? After he relapsed again and nearly tore his two friends to shreds? His arm was gone, the appendage he had come to resent – a weapon given to him, revealed as if it were a birthday gift… as if it were something he should be thankful for. Bucky was only thankful when it was forcefully ripped from his shoulder, the pain amounting to nothing compared to the relief that filled him when he looked over to see it dangling in Steve’s hands. Even if that relief was short-lived.

Now all he could feel was dread.

His body was feather-light, having been pumped with anxiety medication to keep his restlessness at bay. On the other hand, his eyes were practically nailed shut, the meds forcing him to sleep off the events of the last thirty six hours.

But even as he floated in and out of reality and a dark, dreamless state, the dread that clung to his limbs weighed him down. He was basically a brick being cemented into place. Bucky didn’t even realize that the stealthy aircraft carrying him like precious exotic cargo to Wakanda had landed, too drugged out to feel more than a distant beating of what he could only assume was his half-dead heart.

It was only when he heard the familiar rumble of Steve’s voice did he slightly perk up from his hunched over state.

“Buck? Buck…” Steve slowly called for the umpteenth time, his arm stretched out and gently patting Bucky’s back. “Bucky, we’re here.”

A pinhole of white flooded into Bucky’s pupils, the dim lighting of the jet's interior still too much for Bucky to adjust to. His hand automatically attempted to shield the source, but the pinhole only grew wider. It took a second, but once it clicked that Bucky was trying to block the light with his left hand and not his still-in-tact right, his face burned with embarrassment. Too groggy from the drugs, he opted to give up, blindly relying on Steve to help him sit upright and stand, the entirety of his weight pushed into Steve’s side as they stumbled off the aircraft.

Wakandan air smelled sweet in the spring. Like the runny nectar of a honeysuckle blossom, it was almost tangible, the sweetness. It’s the first thing Bucky noticed as his feet hit flat, solid ground. Socks — they had literally left Bucky in only a thick pair of black wool socks, his toes digging into the smooth, frictionless floor below him to stabilize his movements. A babbling river rushed by somewhere in the far distance, his senses heightened as his eyes were still slammed shut.

In a few seconds Bucky had gone from leaning against Steve to sitting down in a cushioned chair, his body no longer weighing heavy on his bones. He didn’t like this, incoherently muttering, “I can walk,” as his head lulled to the side before he jerked it upright. “Stop it — Steve stop, m’fine… lemme walk.” Bucky snapped impatiently, knowing it was Steve pushing him from behind in whatever wheelchair they shoved him in. Bucky thought he had protested a bit more, but he could feel his teeth scraping against one another as he grinded them together in his mouth while they entered an elevator of some sort.

Steve was talking to someone in the elevator, probably T’Challa, Bucky thought, as his hearing was still muddled and his brain foggy. He had quickly ditched the attempt to open his eyes fully, settling for the dull shadows he could see behind his eyelids instead.

At the faint ding of an elevator bell, some commotion started, a few people came to ask Steve mindless questions, and the sterile smell of a laboratory invaded Bucky’s nose. He didn’t notice being moved from the wheelchair, nor being laid in an observation bed of some sort. At one point he swore he felt a few pricks and prods across his forearm and hand, but he gave it little thought as he swam in and out of consciousness.

This time the sleep he fell into wasn’t dark and desolate like before. He wasn’t floating in empty space. This time he heard a voice soothing his nerves, a sweet voice of something familiar. A voice that belonged to an angel, perhaps, something gentle and reassuring, cooing at him from nearby. An image was conjured before him, something pulled right from his memories, as he had been there before. He wasn’t alone in some tiny laboratory bed, no. Bucky was back in your room at the Compound, the flickering scenes of The Princess Bride playing on in the back as you laid against his side, commanding his attention whether you realized it or not. Never once in the last seventy years had Bucky dreamt of something so pleasant, so calm. He wanted to stay here forever, in your room, on top of your bedsheets, right next to you. So, he stayed. Bucky stayed in that memory for as long as he could hold onto it.

When he finally woke a few hours later, Bucky swore he could smell your perfume as if it was lingering in the air around him still.

“Morning pal.” Bucky heard from outside the room he was in.

He quickly sat up at the sound of Steve’s voice, carefully scanning around the room and taking in his surroundings.

Plain white walls. A full size bed pushed into the corner where he currently laid, a blue and red quilted blanket strewn overtop of him. A door leading to a small bathroom in the suite was to his right. A quaint desk was pushed against the wall opposite his bed, a stack of books, a leather bound journal, some stationary, boxes of puzzles, a small Philco tabletop radio, and a lamp organized on it. One window jutting out next to the bed directed Bucky to a stunning view of the Wakandan landscape and the nature that lies beyond, and one long rectangular window was placed in the wall that faced the hallway of the laboratory. One door that led out was directly in front of the bed a few feet away, a small window carved near its top and an opening at its bottom.

Food, Bucky thought, That’s what it’s for. His stomach rumbled at the reminder of the calories he had not eaten in God knows how long.

Bucky glanced back toward the faint voice, finally seeing Steve standing stoic outside the window near the door, his hands shoved in the tight pockets of his jeans. “How are you feeling?” Steve asked, his expression never wavering.

“Tired.” Bucky answered, a short truth being all he could manage for the time being. He tried to gather himself a little more, but Steve caught his attention once again.

“Are you hungry?”

Bucky’s head picked up, his eyes set on Steve’s. “Starving.” He called. Bucky watched as Steve reached down, light pouring in from the opening at the bottom of his door as a tray of food slid across the floor toward the bed. Bucky perked up at once, throwing the quit to the side as he stood up for the first time in hours. He swayed slightly, gaining some stability as the smell of the food penetrated his senses. He grabbed the tray from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, inspecting it.

A large, still sizzling steak was cut into bite sized pieces, paired with steaming mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables that gathered along the side of the plate. Also on the tray was a cup of applesauce, two oranges, and a bottle of water. Bucky promptly dug in, using the plastic utensils to shovel the food in his mouth. Through his bites he kept glancing at Steve, waiting for something else to come from the man. But, being as considerate as he was, Steve stood in silence and waited for Bucky to finish his meal.

Bucky chewed down the last of the green veggies, sipping his water quickly before wiping his lips off with the sleeve of his shirt. “So, what’s my sentence?” He asked jokingly, but still curious to how long they wanted to keep him locked away in this room to observe him.

“Fourteen days, Buck. Try to think of it as a break… a short vacation if you will.” Steve tried to reason.

“Oh, yeah. All the best vacations are spent locked indoors being watched like a hawk twenty-four-seven for two weeks straight.” Bucky huffed, turning his head to gaze outside the window. “But at least I got the best view in town.” The jungle outside vibrated with life, a low mist flowing through the tall trees, large soaring birds squawking in the distance.

“If this is what they think is best, I’ll get through it. I want these words out of my head… for good.” Bucky tilted his head slightly, taking in Steve’s large frame as he peered in at Bucky like he was looking at a sickly dog at the pound.

Steve nodded. “You’ll get through it. You’ve gotten through worse.”

The two men shared a comfortable silence. But another sentence lingered on Steve’s tongue. He watched in as Bucky dropped his head, the stump that was left of his silver arm laying stiff against his side.

Maybe Steve should keep this to himself, maybe it was better if Bucky didn’t know.

“Also,” Shit – the word slipped out of Steve’s mouth too quickly to swallow it back down.

When Steve refrained from saying more, Bucky got impatient.

“What is it, punk?”

Steve pushed his hands further into his pockets. “I uh,” He cleared his throat next, attempting to buy time or find something rather unimportant to say instead.

Bucky raised his brows, his heart beginning to pound louder from this odd behavior. Steve had to spill.

“I didn’t come alone.”

PART TWO PLAYLIST

🌿Songs that inspired this series🌿

— Spiriteaux

By Tony Anderson

— Welcome to the Jungle

By Novo Amor

— In Between Breaths

By SYML

— Still

By Ola Gjelio

I recommend listening to the songs in order as shown above. A master playlist will be linked at the end of the series.

Spotify Link to Chapter Two Playlist

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[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Five

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: Angst.

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

Word Count: ~2.2k

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You were minding your own damn business (as usual) eating breakfast and enjoying watching the antelopes drinking from the river when you had been ambushed. Well, not so much to say ambushed ambushed, but you had no warning at all that Okoye planned on dropping by. She never visited simply to say hello, ever. So you were eyeing her over your bowl of maize meal, slowly eating while scrutinizing her and wondering why the hell she was on your beach.

“You are staring.” Okoye commented while peacefully staring out over the water, her spear firmly planted in the sand next to her. You snorted and looked down into your bowl, scraping the bottom with your spoon and collecting another mouthful.

“What has mother sent you for this time?” You asked between bites, your breakfast now going stale in your stomach like you had swallowed lead weights. Okoye looked to you.

“Your mother has nothing to do with me visiting, princess.” You snorted and rolled your eyes.

“Sure, you just came to catch up, right? Because the general of Wakanda has time to do so.” You spouted out, much to Okoye’s enjoyment (not), and the tall woman rolled her eyes at you. It seemed that the bush had yet to beat the sarcasm out of you… impressive. Then again, you were quite the resilient little creature, adapting to Wakandan life easily and seamlessly when you were younger.

“I have come to ensure that your way with the blade has not slipped since your decision to leave the citadel.” You blinked at her and then let out, perhaps, a more than necessary, haggard sigh.

“Do you really think that I came all the way out here with the intention of swinging a blade around?” Okoye raised an eyebrow at your worlds. “I don’t have a need to maintain a strict schedule of training, Okoye. Who exactly am I going to fight around here? An alligator?” For emphasis, you waved your hand at the very empty beach, and the even emptier bush.

“There are enemies everywhere, Y/N, willing and waiting to strike you down to make a blow at Wakanda.” She reminded you sternly. “You are the eldest now, our people will be looking up to you for guidance and leadership.”

“What leadership? What guidance?” You questioned. “Okoye, I’m a princess in name only, I will never be the queen of Wakanda so why bother looking up to me? Out of everyone important in Wakanda I’m the bottom rung. I literally have nothing to contribute to the country.” You received a withering look of disapproval.

“You clearly do not see how many of our people look up to you in times of need,” Okoye stated. “Do you know how many of our people turned to you after our king died? They needed you for comfort, and you were there for them, until you left.” You couldn’t deny that her words stung. You had abandoned the people, but you had felt that you had been at risk for entirely loosing it… your decision to leave the city was not made with a light heart.

“It wasn’t a whimsical decision, Okoye,” Your murmured while guilt seeped into your veins. “I made my decision with the people in mind because I feared what would happen if I had just carried on. I might have destroyed everything around me.”

“Hiding and avoiding your problems is not helping you either. To your feet, princess.” Okoye was on her feet and grasping her spear, dislodging it from the sand and brandishing it at you. You sighed.

“Okoye…”

“To your feet!” She commanded, swinging the deadly weapon at your body. Yelping, you rolled away and drew your vibranium knife from your leg, blocking the incoming spear just in time. With the force at which she had swung at you, you slid back in the sand. A grunt passed through your lips and you scowled at the warrior.

“Okoye,” You repeated in warning, not wanting to humor the general. “This really isn’t—“

“Our enemies have already snuck into one of our outreach buildings princess!” Okoye called, her spear whirling through the air once more before diving back towards your body. This time you ended up falling back onto your ass, your knife just barely deflecting the spear so it rested against the side of your neck. “You need to always be prepared, maintain your training!”

Her gaze was hard, but well placed. You couldn’t fault her for being hard on you because she did it out a place of love.

“Okoye I’m not—“

“We will not lose anymore of your family!” She spoke out as if willing it into reality. You’re kicked at the spear, your shin taking the brunt of your kick as you knocked it away from your body and rolled back to your feet. You made it into a half crouch just in time to deflect another attack. Stumbling a step back, you steadied yourself by firmly planting a foot into the sand and pushing back.

You knocked the spear away from its target with momentum once more and swiped for Okoye’s wrist, hoping to disrupt her grip on the spear. It didn’t work, no one could best a Dora Milaje warrior, certainly not its general. Your counter was easily batted away and Okoye swung at your upper body this time. Careening backwards, you saw the spear flash over the space your upper body had only moments before occupied. That was close. Okoye continued to swing at you, alternating her attacks and forcing you into an awkward retreat as you dodged and slipped your way across the sand.

Moving in a circle, you danced your way around the deadly spear, never once going for an offensive move and always choosing defense moves. Perhaps that was why Okoye was pushing you so hard, you never went on the offense. You were only drawing out her attack.

“Put an end to this!” Okoye commanded, landing a bruising hit to your arm. You staggered to the side with a wince, her next strike you only barely deflected. Your left leg began to buckle beneath her punishing blows, sliding through the course sand. When your knife blocked the incoming spear, your arm shook, only just managing to hold off the wicked strikes. Okoye’s next strike made your leg fully buckle and give, you fell flat on your back with a heave. Breathing heavily, you felt the tip of the spear resting against your chin as Okoye stared into your eyes.

“I don’t like violence, Okoye, and my preferred choice of action is to talk rather than cross blades,” You told her, the fingers gripping your knife having long since gone numb. “Fighting has taken everything from me? Why should I have to humor it?”

“Because, my princess,” She softly told you. “Our enemies do not care that you prefer to use your words rather than your blade. They will put a bullet in your brain before thinking about speaking with you.” You let out a sigh and slumped back into the sand, hating that you knew that she was right.

Later that night, when the moon was high overhead, the stars sparkled, and your fire was beginning to die, you found yourself laying on the sand and staring at the cosmos. Your discussion and little training fight with Okoye had drained you mentally and physically… because you knew she was right. Wakandan enemies would put a bullet in your brain before humoring you with talk, and you hated it. Hated that violence appeared to always be the answer. Hated that people had to be hurt to solve problems. Your senses were finally attuned enough to his arrival, so you weren’t surprised when Namor approached you and sat down in the sand next to you.

“I’m really not interested in verbal sparring with an enemy, tonight.” You softly sighed, the ache in your heart still rather fresh from the talk hours earlier. Namor cocked his head, noticing that your mood was somber this night. Subdued and without the fire that usually burned within you.

“Are we enemies, k'iino’?” (Sun) Namor softly asked, looking down into your face. Even your eyes had a tiredness that he’d never seen before. What had you been up to this day to physically and mentally wear you out this much? You didn’t make a sign of hearing him, but you eventually replied.

“I don’t think enemies spend this much time together.” Your answer was absentminded. “But what else am I to call you as I am not one of your people?” Namor found that he disliked this listlessness of yours, greatly disliking the way your spark of life was subdued, almost absent.

“And if I request that you call me K’uk’ulkan? What will you do then, princesa?” Namor gently asked. “Will you refuse me?”

Staring at the sky, you pondered his request. K’uk’ulkan was the name that his people called him… but his enemies called him Namor. You weren’t either, Namor was quite clear on that. His actions alone proved that he never saw you as one. But what were you to do with this request because it was already bad enough that your mother didn’t know that he repeatedly snuck in Wakanda to visit… what would she think if she learned that Namor had asked you to call him K’uk’ulkan? You couldn’t possibly get in any more trouble at this point.

“Very well, K’uk’ulkan,” Namor enjoyed the way his name rolled off your tongue, quiet and beautiful. But he disliked the sober undertones and chose to tell you a story in hopes of soothing your melancholic state.

“My mother was human, my father a Purepecha traveler, he found love and paradise in piece of the Americas that you would call Tulum today. Then, it was Zama.” Your head turned to look at Namor as he spoke. “My mother and her village were driven from their maize farms by Spanish conquistadors who brought disease.”

“Smallpox,” You whispered, remembering the history you had learned while in school. Namor nodded at you, pleased that you were knowledgable in that particular time.

“They didn’t just bring smallpox, but their hateful language and dogma from another world.” Namor added, enjoying the way the dying fire splashed your face with flickering light. “Facing starvation, war and disease my people turned to Chaac. Our god of rain and abundance.”

Your eyes lifted to his elongated and pointed ears before dropping to the wings tucked against his ankles. Clearly someone had answered their prayers.

“My mother was pregnant with me at the time. She did not want to ingest the plant, for fear of what it may do to me. But the Shaman was convincing, fashioning her a bracelet from the jade and the sacred plant. He told her that I would be the first born in the new world.” Your fingers unconsciously went to the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. He wasn’t talking about this bracelet, was he? Namor’s smiled in memory of his mother telling him this very story. “The plant took away their ability to breathe air, but it enabled them to draw oxygen from the sea. My people settled in the ocean, away from the war and were cured of their diseases.”

Finding his voice soothing, and combined with the soft crackles of your dying fire and the sounds of the bush, your eyes grew heavy. You struggled to keep them open, looking into Namor’s gentle brown eyes. He was going to put you to sleep at this rate. You didn’t have the energy to care. The mutant in question wasn’t ignorant to your state, watching as you slowly slipped to sleep. Namor continued his story, pleased that your somber and listlessness was slipping from your body.

“My mother gave birth to me, and I became the first born son of Talokan. I was different from other Talokanil. A mutant. I looked different. I was small in size. A runt. But I could breathe the air our ancestors breathed.”

“That explains a lot,” You sleepily murmured. Namor’s lips twitched at your quip. “Cheeky fish boy.”

“I could swim in the sky and aged slower. I was still a child when my mother in elder age died from a heart mourning for her homeland.” Namor slowly finished his story as the fire burned out to black embers. You were now breathing steadily next to him, asleep and finally at peace. All lines of stress and somber no longer painted on your features. “It is admirable that you are so devoted to your belief of diplomacy, princesa. But I fear the surface world is far too violent and corrupt, it will poison you irreparably.”

Namor hadn’t meant to eaves drop on your conversation with the warrior general of your nation,  but it had given him a chance to learn how you saw the world. You detested violence, hated it, and while you could most definitely defend yourself if someone were to attack, you would never choose the offense. You truly were a gentle soul.

Rising to his feet, Namor collected your sleeping body and cradled you against his chest. He carried you away from the dead fire and into your hut. He’d never been in it before, but it was sparsely decorated, only the necessities occupying the space. Carrying you over to the small bed, he set you down carefully, making sure that your arms didn’t flop on your face. A glowing green caught Namor’s eyes and looking at your left wrist, he spotted his mother’s bracelet he had tied there weeks ago. It still looked fitting being wrapped around your wrist, and he would have no other wearing it but you.

“Wayak agradables, k’iino’,” (pleasant dreams) Namor whispered to you before departing.

Date Published: 4/2/23

Last Edit: 4/2/23

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[vampzxi]

can we see what you scrapped for what’s my name? 👀

here’s the skating fic..the other ones were okay but they weren’t my favorite. i might add on this later

you stand outside the bathroom stall, arms crossed. "riri, it doesn’t take that long to put on some fucking skates," you bang on the stall, "shuri’s waiting on us."

riri finally swings open the stall door, legs wobbling. you try to hold back a laugh as she tries to maneuver her skates on the slippery bathroom tile, "i would’ve been quicker if you shut the hell up." you catch her as she stumbles and attempts to regain her balance. you release the laugh that’s been building up inside you but riri’s glare quickly shuts you up.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a woman glaring at you and clutching her child. you smile sheepishly and open your mouth to apologize, but riri blurts out, "got a staring problem, white bitch?"

the woman’s mouth drops open in shock as your face turns hot from mortification. "i am so, so sorry, ma'am." the woman huffs and snatches up her child, storming out of the bathroom. riri’s laugh echoes around the bathroom as you scowl at her, “that mouth gon get you fought one day.”

“i wish a nigga would,” riri scoffs as you guide her toward the door as her legs wobble.

“yeah, well, you should prolly shut the hell up while you in these skates,” you giggle, “ion think anyone gonna be scared of you if you shakin like a stripper.”

“aight, fuck you,” riri mutters as you open the door, the muffled music becoming louder. you guide her to the carpet, and she slowly gains her balance. “hey, this shit ain’t so bad.”

“there you are. how long does it take to put on a pair of skates?” you turn around to see shuri behind you, a pair of rollerblades on her feet.

“it took forever cause this nigga decided to cuss out Peppermint Patty in the bathroom,” you sigh as riri snickers behind you. you roll your eyes, “you ready?”

shuri sucks her teeth, “stop cussing out colonizers, ri” she glides over to the rink, “what did i tell you about holding your tongue?”

riri scoffs as she trails behind shuri, “yeah, i’ll show you how to hold a tongue,” she mutters under her breath.

“repeat that for me, riri?” shuri stops in her tracks and spins around, her bottom grills glinting in the multi colored lights.

“can we please just get on the rink?” you groan, grabbing shuri’s hand and pulling her with you. “she can figure this skating shit out on her own since she wanna talk out the side of her neck.”

riri flips you and shuri off as you guide her onto the rink. shuri pushes her feet forward, cruising around. you struggled to maintain your balance, but slowly start to catch up to shuri as she’s giggling. “was i too fast for you, sithandwa (my love)?”

“ha ha,” you say dryly, catching your breath, “never knew you could skate.”

“oh please,” shuri says, slowing down for you, “i was skating around the throne room with t’challa before we were out of diapers.”

i really like this one because shuri and riri bickering is so funny to me. like these niggas are UNBEARABLE to be around it’s hilarious

#dizzysinbox #shuriri x reader #shuriri #shuriri headcanons

[sjsmith56]

Longing, Chapter 11 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Bucky is almost finished his treatment with the Wakandans and reconnects with Lacey to update her.

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Shuri, T’Challa.

Warnings: none, except Bucky bristles at some assumptions about him.

<<Chapter 10

🧑🏻‍💻 🌸

The air was warm as he took in his first breath then Bucky opened his eyes. Unlike his other awakenings there were no memories that he could recall. It was just a transition between not aware and aware. As his eyes focussed he saw Shuri standing in front of him, along with several other people, one of whom was T'Challa. They were all smiling kindly at him and he raised himself away from the upright bed of the cryostasis chamber.

"Sergeant Barnes," said T'Challa. "How do you feel?"

Bucky flashed a smile to Shuri, as if his answer was a private joke between them. "Hungry, always hungry," he said. "But I feel good other than I have no memories from this cryostasis session." He nodded at the others. "This looks like a welcome party. I take it the treatment was successful?"

"We believe so," replied Shuri. "There is a test we will run while you are conscious but there is no rush to perform it. First you may wish to have a shower and change into something that isn't pyjamas. Then we will eat."

An attendant stepped forward and motioned for Bucky to follow him, to a shower room where he was asked if he needed help disrobing. Bucky declined his assistance and was left alone. With his one arm he pulled the undershirt off, then the bottoms and turned on the shower to a comfortably warm setting. For the longest time he stood under the warm water enjoying the sensation of it running down his body. Then he looked at the assortment of soaps and shampoos on the small alcove inside the shower stall. Picking out a shampoo he flipped open the top with his right hand, smelled it and poured some on his head. It foamed up beautifully even with only one hand to work it through. After rinsing and throwing his hand through his hair again to get it out of his face he grabbed a bar of soap and ran it over his body. Like the shampoo it foamed up well. When he felt clean he rinsed everything off and turned off the shower. Several large towels were on hooks just outside the shower and they absorbed the water as soon as they made contact with his skin. As best he could he used a towel to dry his hair.

Hanging the towels back on the hooks he stepped towards the vanity and looked in the mirror. Smirking at the wild man whose image looked back at him he grabbed a comb and ran it through his long locks, noticing they didn't get tangled. He would get a haircut sometime and shave that beard but it wasn't a priority just yet. A pair of briefs and an undershirt were folded neatly on the counter and he put them on. On a hook was another garment; black in colour, it was made of a fabric he wasn't familiar with but he put the trousers on and they readjusted to fit his body. He looked down, noticing they were a bit snug in the crotch, at least to his eye. Then he pulled the top on and saw it was a long sleeved tunic which was long enough to cover his crotch. Not that he was a modest man anymore, after years of being poked and prodded, but the trousers had shown more than he was used to showing. He noticed the left arm of the tunic was pinned so it was out of the way. A pair of sandals on the floor fit him perfectly and he opened the door to see the attendant waiting for him. He was escorted to a dining room where Shuri, T'Challa and several other people waited for him.

"The clothes fit you well?" asked T'Challa.

"Yes, thank you," replied Bucky. "They're comfortable."

"Good," replied the young prince. "James Barnes, may I present the Queen Mother Ramonda. She had a hand in planning your treatments although my sister Shuri did all the hard work."

"Just Bucky, please," he replied, bowing his head respectfully to the Queen.

His attention was taken by the presence of several women with shaved heads, all dressed alike in what looked like a ceremonial uniform. T'Challa noticed Bucky's glance and he brought him over to two of the women.

"These women are our personal bodyguards," he said. "They are called the Dora Milaje and their fighting skills are a match for any super soldier, yourself and myself included. Their General is Okoye, a most formidable warrior. Her Chief is Ayo, also a warrior of some renown. Ayo will test the success of our treatment in removing the activation words from your mind but there is no rush to do it. There has been a request for you to spar with the guard as they have studied videos of your fighting styles over the past year and believe you have techniques worthy to share."

Bucky bowed his head to them but wasn't sure he wanted to fight women. It went against everything he was raised with. Still, these were different times. The thought crossed his mind they may want to study his moves in case the treatment wasn't successful, at which point they would need to neutralize him if the Soldier reappeared. T'Challa led him to a table where, like before with Shuri, they could help themselves to whatever food they wished. He loaded up his plate, put it onto where he planned to sit, and went back for water. When he returned to the table he noticed T'Challa standing there eyeing the place Bucky chose to sit, his back to a corner, with the windows and entrances fully in his line of sight.

"You are in no danger here Sergeant Barnes," said T'Challa with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You may trust the Dora Milaje to keep you safe while you eat."

"Old habits die hard, Your Majesty," replied Bucky, noticing some glances between the Dora Milaje when he used the term. "Until I see them in action I prefer to keep myself safe."

T'Challa smiled and started eating. "Tell me about your life before World War II," he stated. "Where you are from, your family, your interests."

"There is still much I need to sort out," replied Bucky. "I was born in 1917, grew up in Brooklyn, where I met Steve. He was such a sickly kid and needed someone to watch out for him. I didn't like bullies so we became friends when I confronted some bullies who were bothering him. We did everything together; sneaking into the movies, going to Dodgers games, odd jobs, going to Coney Island."

"Your family?" asked T'Challa.

"Yeah, I had parents and a sister," said Bucky, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm glad they never knew what became of me."

He stopped eating for a moment, and looked away, swallowing down his grief.

"I'm sorry," said T'Challa. "Shuri tells me you have a son and his mother who waits for you."

"I didn't know about him until we were on our way to Siberia," replied Bucky. "Steve knew because Lacey asked him for help to protect Tommy, that's his name. I wanted to go back and make it right with her but then ...."

"Siberia happened," stated T'Challa. "You're an honourable man and I'm sure as soon as Shuri is satisfied she will release you to reunite with your family."

Bucky smiled slightly and kept eating, his thoughts on Lacey and Tommy now. "Will I be able to talk with them?" he asked Shuri. "I've missed two birthdays now by my reckoning."

"Of course," she assured him. "We did send him something, a tricycle, on your behalf. We found out who sent the play set but I think that is something Miss Williams wishes to share with you."

"Thank you, I appreciate that," replied Bucky gratefully.

"Tell me, Sergeant Barnes," said Shuri carefully. "Do you have any objection to living in one of our villages for a time? We still have much work to do on the prosthetic arm but need you nearby for adjustments and testing."

"How long is a time?" he queried.

"Hard to say," replied the Princess. "It could be several months. The sparring sessions could be set up during that time so you are not bored. Plus the chief of the village we are placing you in may ask for help with some things."

He gazed at Shuri for some time. "You want to observe me in a natural setting," he stated. "Perhaps to get me used to living with one arm in case the prosthetic doesn't work or if I reject it. The sparring is so that the Dora Milaje learn my fighting style. That way, when the test on the activation words is being performed they know how to neutralize me if the treatment doesn't work."

T'Challa looked appraisingly at Bucky then at his sister. "I told you that you should just tell him outright," he declared. "He's a smart man and has already been through much subterfuge. You may be a genius Shuri but you still have much to learn about people."

"I'm sorry Sergeant Barnes," said Shuri quickly. "I never meant to hide my process from you. It was a clumsy attempt at keeping you from feeling like a ... a..."

"Science experiment?" offered Bucky. "Most of my life I have been the experiment of several mad scientists. You are not mad but from now on I want full disclosure."

His voice indicated it wasn't a request or debatable. Shuri nodded, her manner indicating slight embarrassment. "Of course," she agreed. "The stay in the village is so that you become used to looking after yourself again. It is a working village so the chief may assign tasks to you such as farming, animal care, anything that you can contribute to the betterment of the village. The sparring is so the Dora Milaje can assess your fighting capabilities. I know as a man of the 1940s you may feel hesitant about fighting these women warriors. Don't be hesitant and don't hold back. My brother spars with them often and they can hold their own. My statement about the arm was true. It is a prototype and we are trying to restore as much normal function to you as we can while making the feel of it more natural. The shoulder prosthetic is also being built and that will require surgery to remove the last of the HYDRA components, plus some time for you to heal."

Bucky studied her face for a few moments and was satisfied she had told him everything. He turned back to his plate, finishing everything then stood up.

"I would like to call Lacey now," he declared.

T'Challa summoned a servant. "Show Sergeant Barnes to his quarters," he said. "My sister will bring the tablet to you. Sister, is there anything else that Sergeant Barnes needs?"

"Yes, his kimoyo bead bracelet," she replied. "I will bring it when I bring the tablet. I will be there shortly."

Bucky was escorted to a suite, comprised of an outer sitting room which led to a bedroom and full bathroom. He opened the closet to find an assortment of clothing for him to wear. He sat on the bed, expecting it to be soft but it was very firm and he smirked at whether it would be firm enough for him to sleep. Within a couple of minutes the door chimed.

"Come in," he said.

Shuri walked in with the tablet and a small container. He had a glimpse of Ayo outside the door and he looked at Shuri questioningly.

"I'm sorry, Ayo insisted," she said apologetically. "She will stay outside in the hallway."

"So the Dora Milaje still don't trust that I won't turn into the Winter Soldier," stated Bucky. "They weren't around when you awakened me during the treatment sessions."

"They are soldiers and security," replied Shuri. "They remain on alert at all times. When you were coming out of the other treatments they were seconds away and I had the means to stop you in your tracks. Ayo's presence outside now is not personally directed at you. If you were a dignitary from another country she would be there on guard."

He wasn't quite sure he believed her but it was her country and her palace. At some point he had to allow that he still had a ways to go to gain their trust. Shuri held up the small container and took a beaded bracelet out of it, offering it to him.

"These are kimoyo beads," she said, holding up her own wrist showing her set. "One bead contains all of your medical information so that it is readily accessible no matter where you are in the kingdom. The other beads have other functions including communications, tracking – which we all have – information retrieval and, in the case of my brother, the ability to pilot an aircraft. Your set will include your medical records, entry into various parts of the palace, maps of the palace and the city, and your tracking. Everyone in the palace wears one of these bracelets."

Bucky looked at it impassively then nodded his assent to wear it and Shuri placed it on his wrist, showing him how to activate the various features. Then she lifted the tablet up.

"This will stay here with you," she said. "I believe you observed me enough times to know how to call Miss Williams. If you wish access to the tablet to be personalized to just you I can show you how to set that up."

She placed it in his hand and turned to leave. "Princess Shuri," said Bucky, before she reached the door. "Thank you ... for all of it."

Bowing her head slightly she left his quarters and Bucky found himself truly alone for the first time since Romania. Sitting on the couch he opened the tablet and pressed on the video call icon. It kept a record of previous calls and he touched the last one he made with Lacey. After several rings she answered and her face broke into a huge smile.

"This is a surprise," she said. "Shuri usually emails me when you're going to call."

"I'm out of cryostasis now," replied Bucky. "I have my own quarters and freedom to call you when I want. I guess I have to remember about the time change. Is it a good time to talk?"

"Always," replied Lacey. "Let me get Tommy."

He watched as her cell phone showed an image of the ceiling as she walked to another room. Tommy must have been playing because he could hear another child's voice. Then they were back in Lacey's room and he saw Tommy, now 2 years and a couple of months old.

"Hi Tommy," he said softly. "I know it's been a long time since you last saw me on the phone. You know I would be there if I could, right?"

"Is that Daddy?" Tommy whispered to Lacey.

"That's Daddy," replied Lacey. "He's in another country, trying to get better so that someday he can be with us. You can say hi to him."

"Hi Daddy," said Tommy shyly.

Bucky felt the burn of tears forming in his eyes and blinked his eyes rapidly trying to disperse them. "How are you?" he asked. "Are you being a good boy for Mommy?"

"Yes," replied the little boy. "We live on the farm."

"I know," said Bucky. "Someday, maybe, we'll have our own farm. Did you like the tricycle I sent?"

"I go fast on it," said Tommy, excitedly. "I scared the chickens."

"That must be very fast," said Bucky. "I'll bet you're strong as well."

Tommy made muscles with his arms, making both Lacey and Bucky laugh. "Can I go play with Nate?" he asked.

"Sure, baby," said Lacey. "Say goodbye to your Daddy."

"Bye Daddy, luv you," he said unprompted.

"I love you too, little man," replied Bucky, trying not to cry.

Tommy climbed off of his mother's lap and she watched as he left the room then she looked at Bucky. "You okay?" she asked. "Two year olds aren't known for a long attention span."

"I'm missing out on so much," responded Bucky. "It's frustrating that I have to be here and you have to be there. How have you been?"

"My mother died," said Lacey. "I went to the funeral with the help of Nick Fury. He provided a safe house and security. Someone tried to take a picture of us and two cars followed us but we got away from them. The photographer was hired by the CIA, they think. We have no idea who was in the cars. At least I reconciled with my brother and sister."

Bucky frowned. "Do they think the CIA knows about Tommy?" he asked. "Maybe they've been looking for you since they kept all of my books."

"I don't know," admitted Lacey. "I'm still on Clint's farm and I feel safe here so I'm going to leave figuring out the CIA to Fury and his people."

"Shuri said the mystery of the play set was solved but that you wanted to tell me," he said.

She smirked. "Yeah, it was Tony Stark," she replied. "He actually came here and played with Tommy and Nathaniel. He was assessing Tommy and is pretty sure he's inherited your physical abilities."

"Stark bought my son a play set?" asked Bucky, not quite believing it. "Why would he do that?"

"I think he feels a bit guilty about you," she responded. "He said his father talked about you and that if he had known that HYDRA had you he would have likely launched a rescue of you himself. Apparently his dad admired your scientific mind even though you competed for the same women. Tony's not ready to forgive yet but he has read the HYDRA files on what was done to you. He admitted that you were not the one in control. He understands that you had no choice but to obey."

"I never knew his father thought that of me," said Bucky. "Howard Stark and I spoke a few times, and I asked him questions but he always seemed like he was doing me a favour answering."

"One more thing," said Lacey. "I think Tony is paying for your lawyer."

Bucky sat back, affected by the revelation. "Wow," he replied. "He is an enigma, isn't he?"

"What about you Bucky?" asked Lacey. "What comes next?"

"They finished the treatment to get rid of the activation words but still have to test it," he responded. "But before they do I have to spar with some elite warriors, women actually, so they can learn my fighting abilities. That way, if the treatment doesn't work they can neutralize me. Then they want me to live in a village for a number of months, learning how to take care of myself with one arm. They're still working on the prosthetic arm. I'll have to have more surgery on my shoulder as well, to remove the final bit of HYDRA components and prepare for the new shoulder attachment."

"So, it's going to be a while," noted Lacey in a disappointed voice.

"I still feel the same about you," said Bucky, quickly. "I wish I could put my good arm around you right now and hold you close."

She smiled wanly. "I still feel the same about you," she replied then she blushed a little bit. "Have their treatments changed anything else about you?"

"You mean...?" He watched with amusement as she reddened even more. "No, that's still the same. Everything still works although I guess I'll be using this for a while longer. I'll think of you while I am." He held up his flesh hand and they both laughed before Bucky turned serious again. "When Steve first told me about you being pregnant I didn't believe it at first. Then he showed me pictures of you and Tommy and I saw the resemblance. Even if he wasn't mine, when I saw you holding a baby I wanted it to be mine. I wanted you to be mine. I know it's hard waiting but I have to believe that we have something worth waiting for. I long for you, Lacey."

"As long as it takes, Bucky," she replied emotionally. "I don't want anyone else. I just want you. You do what you must to get completely better. That lawyer of yours is still working on a pardon for you. When he gets that you can come home to me and Tommy. We'll be a family."

"Okay, that's our plan," he said softly. "I'll let you go now and I'll call you soon. I love you."

"I love you, too," she said through some tears. "Talk to you soon."

The connection was broken and he put the tablet aside, briefly thinking what a marvellous piece of technology it was. Touching his nose to the bead that he hoped was the palace map he asked to be guided so he could explore the palace. The door to his room appeared in a display that made him marvel again and he went to his door, opening it. Following the path set out by the display he walked through the palace looking at the different art works in the palace. He passed the dining area where he ate after coming out of cryostasis, then found a gym, a library, and a doorway to the outside. It was the garden where Shuri took him the first time he was awakened during his treatment. He walked through it slowly, stopping to smell the different blossoms on the various plants. Finding a bench in the sun he sat and closed his eyes, feeling the heat of it soak into his body. Other than the sounds of birds chirping it was quite peaceful.

"May I?" said a man's voice and he opened his eyes to T'Challa standing in front of him.

Sliding over Bucky made room for him on the bench. "You are King now?" asked Bucky, remembering the glances in the dining room.

"I am King," replied T'Challa. "There was a challenger to my rule and he defeated me in ritual combat, throwing the kingdom into turmoil. You were never in danger during that time. We relocated your chamber to a safe place when he first made himself known so he wouldn't find you."

Bucky looked questioningly at T'Challa. "If he had found me what would have happened to me?" he asked.

"Likely he would have activated the Winter Soldier to help reinforce his rule," replied the young king. "He had been a Navy Seal, had CIA connections, and probably knew about you. His heart was as dark as his soul. I was fortunate to survive his challenge although I was in a coma for some time. My mother and several others escaped his control and were able to help revive me. Then I challenged him and this time I defeated him. It came at great cost, however, as I found some trusted friends were no friends in reality."

"Did he have a legitimate claim?" asked Bucky.

"Yes," admitted T'Challa. "He had every right to challenge me. He was my cousin; Erik Stevens was his American name. He was orphaned after my father killed my uncle, who was Erik's father, in self-defence. His motive was revenge, and a misguided plan to fight against those he perceived as enemies. If I hadn't survived to challenge him again he would have been the worst thing that could have happened to the world. His plan was to use our technology to create new weapons and attack those who he felt oppressed people of African descent. I could not let him declare war on the world."

"I'm glad you hid me during that time," said Bucky, carefully. "I certainly don't want to be used to keep anyone in power. Shuri, sorry, Princess Shuri awakened memories of some of the actions I took that weren't assassinations. They used me to spread chaos throughout the world, building a case for an authoritative ruler to take control. It sickened me to think of the body count my activities were responsible for."

"That is why I offered to give you sanctuary," responded T'Challa. "Once we spoke in Siberia after you were in control of your faculties I could see you were a reasonable man, with a strong moral code. That HYDRA could bypass that meant that you could never be truly free until the activation words were disabled."

Bucky looked at the man sitting next to him and saw how he carried the burden of responsibility. Their first meeting when T'Challa attacked him on the roof of the building in Bucharest was powered by grief and a desire for revenge. Now, this conversation seemed powered by a need for reconciliation and understanding.

"Thank you," said Bucky simply. "When I first escaped from HYDRA my goal was to get away from them at all costs, short of killing someone. I was done with that. I met Lacey and for a few hours I thought I could have a future with her but by morning when Russian gangsters came to her house I knew it was likely impossible. HYDRA or the CIA would always be on my tail and it wasn't fair to drag her into that. Even if they weren't, what kind of life could I have with that monstrosity of an arm? It was so integrated into my body that I didn't think anyone would be able to remove it without leaving me an invalid. Now I am on the cusp of a new life, thanks to you."

"You're welcome," replied T'Challa. "I only ask that if my country finds itself in similar difficulty again that you help us, but freely of your own will. I will only ask if I have no choice."

Bucky considered the King's words then extended his hand, which T'Challa shook. If he was needed he would help these people who had already helped him so much. It was the least he could do.

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Prompt fill: Object Insertion Word count ~2,300 Warnings: nsfw, unsafe insertions, swearing, under-negotiated kinks?, hidden public play, public erections

Peter had no idea what he’d ever done to end up in this type of situation. Honestly, at this point he was kind of scared to ask.

It was supposed to be an easy mission. A boring mission. Barely even a mission at all.

They hadn’t even required their suits – or supersuits anyway. Instead, he’d been given a very expensive two-piece Tom Ford number. Charcoal grey to compliment Tony’s black.

He and Tony had received an invite to a gala held at some old, rich guys mansion in the Hamptons. An old, rich guy who also happened to be a collector of unusual artifacts – especially of the illegal variety. Art smuggling is not something that the Avengers would normally worry themselves about, but they’d heard rumours about a vibranium statue that T’challa was anxious to get back. Something the king had been looking for, for a while and this was the first solid lead they’d come across.

It hadn’t been hard to get an invite to the gala given Tony’s reputation. He was known for being eccentric and an odd art collector himself.

They’d assumed it would be a quick in and out situation. Chat with some people to show face, find the statue and leave. In and out in an hour tops.

What they hadn’t accounted for, was the house to have security pat downs for everyone entering and exiting the building. Very thorough pat downs at that. Even if it was concealed in an internal pocket, they’d be exposed as they left. On their arrival they’d had to pull phones from pockets and even let them examine their watches.

So, it didn’t matter that they’d found the vibranium statue – shaped like a panther sitting upright on its hind legs – within thirty minutes of arriving, tucked away in a quiet backroom.

Finding it, standing staring at it, didn’t mean anything when there wasn’t a way to actually leave the building with it. They could maybe take pictures for T’challa so he could arrange something to retrieve it himself, but it could be moved by then. It’s unlikely that something so rare would stay still for long. It was likely constantly changing hands for security.

They really didn’t want to bring in the authorities since they didn’t want to advertise the fact that Wakanda had statues lying around made entirely of vibranium. The whole idea was to keep this below board. To do this quietly.

Of course, Peter should have known that Tony would find a solution to the seemingly impossible task.

A solution that involved him waving a condom and a packet of lube in Peter’s direction.

“I’m sorry,” Peter spluttered, not for the first time. “You want to do what, now?”

Tony rolled his eyes before stepping forward to grab the vibranium statue.

“I said, that we can just pop it in the condom and tuck it safely away.” Tony weighed the statue in his hand, running his fingers over the curving lines. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause that’s insane!”

“Not really. It’s, what? Five inches tall? Yeah, that panthers face and body will probably be an odd shape but even at its widest it’s not much wider than my dick. We both know you can take me."

“That is so not the point here, Tony,” Peter said exasperated. “Number one, it’s not about fitting it, it’s about the walking around and keeping it in. It’s heavy and there’s no base. What if it gets lost?! That’s like anal safety rule one!”

“It won’t get lost,” Tony interrupted. “Besides worst comes to it I’ll dig it out later. Promise I won’t make you go to Cho.”

“Oh my God.... even if I’m ok with that part, I don’t think T’challa is going to want it back after its been up my ass!”

“That’s what the condoms for!”

“Why don’t you do it, if you want it so much?”

“Be serious, Pete. It’s been years since I’ve bottomed. I’d need far more prep than you would. Time that we don’t have.” Tony put the statue down and took Peter’s hand instead, growing serious as he watched Peter carefully. “I know it’s not exactly going to be comfortable, and I wish there was another way, but this is all I’ve got. If you really don’t want to do it, then we’ll figure something else out. But I really do think this would work. However, just say the word and I promise I’ll drop it.”

Peter hated it when Tony made sense. Yes, they could try and come back another time, but this was their best chance. He really did want this not-quite-a-mission-but-definitely-becoming-one to be a success. And despite his reluctance, he couldn’t deny that the idea did excite him. The thought of walking out past all the other guests, his ass full, had his pulse beating faster and his cock twitching in his pants. Especially knowing what it would do to Tony.

Double checking the door was locked behind him, Peter turned around with a sigh and began unbuckling his belt.

“You better hurry up then,” he said over his shoulder, suppressing a chuckle at Tony’s dumbfounded expression. “And you better make this worth my while later.”

His trousers hadn’t even made it past his hips when Tony kicked into action, grabbing everything he’d need and kneeling reverently behind Peter as he worked his trousers and boxers down to his knee.

“Trust me, I’ll be worshipping you tonight for this,” Tony moaned as his hands roamed over Peter’s ass. “My trousers are already tight at the thought.”

As much as Peter was sure Tony would’ve liked to take his time, the older man swiftly got to work opening him up. The lube, and the fact they’d had sex the night before, meant Tony could easily fit two fingers inside and quickly worked his way up to three. Peter was carefully holding the bottom of his dress shirt to prevent him from leaving any marks or unwanted stains as he leant against the wall, panting.

“How’re you doing?” Tony checked, sounding as breathless as Peter felt.

“Good,” Peter breathed, still listening for movement out in the hallway, the voices from the main hall still drifting to him. “You can add another.”

“You sure?”

“As hot as this is, I don’t want to be caught with my trousers literally down,” he chuckled. “So, yeah, go for it.”

Peter’s breath hitched at the stretch of the fourth finger, it was sharper than he was used to. Tony usually stretched him far more than necessary, taking his time and usually resulting in Peter cumming at least once before he was deemed ready, but time was of the essence here. Tony tenderly kissed his ass and whispered reassurances. Once Peter was able to comfortably take Tony’s fingers and found himself eagerly rocking back against them, he turned to speak over his shoulder.

“I think I’m ready.”

Tony watched him for a moment before nodding and slowly extracting his fingers.

“Right. I’m going to pop this into the condom and tie it off. It doesn’t have a flared base so you’re right, it goes against like every safe insertion talk I’ve ever given but it won’t be for too long and I’ll get it out when we get back,” Tony spoke quickly and quietly as he rolled the condom over the statue. “My fingers are going to smell of condom juice for days. Ugh, it’s so slimy and not helping me get a grip to tie it.”

“I’m sure they’ll appreciate your feedback,” Peter smirked. “Clearly they need to improve the texture to aid those individuals looking to smuggle things in their ass.”

“Ha ha,” Tony said drily. “I know your joking, but it’s maybe something SI could look into. I’m sure I could think of a medical application for it if I try hard enough. A way to not make it sound like it’s for purely illegal purposes.”

“I honestly can’t tell if you’re joking right now or not.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Tony smirked, giving Peter’s ass a gentle smack. “Right, you ready for this?”

Peter simply nodded and turned back round; his cock was hanging heavy between his legs, but he already knew he wouldn’t be doing anything about it until they got out of there. The voices from the party were making him nervous and they’d already spent more than enough time at this stupid gala.

The cold press of the statue had him gasping, but he breathed through it as Tony slowly pushed it inside. Applying a bit more lube as the statue widened and he began to give some resistance. He couldn’t prevent a whine at the sharp, almost painful, stretch of the widest part of the statue.

“Breathe Pete, it’s almost there,” Tony murmured, stroking his hip reassuringly. Peter tried to slow his breathing and relax his muscles. He knew tensing wasn’t going to help anything, but it was hard to get his body to cooperate. “Just relax. There we go.”

“Wow,” Peter sighed as he felt his hole finally close behind the statue, the heavy weight of it sitting inside of him. An insistent presence. “Now what?”

“Now, we get out of here,” Tony said, letting his fingers trail over Peter’s crack one last time before pulling up his boxers and trousers, and standing up to allow Peter the chance to get himself sorted.

He could feel the statue within him with every movement. Not necessarily pleasurable, but not not pleasurable either. The weight of the statue made its presence known even when all he was doing was standing. His ass unintentionally clenching to keep it from falling out, despite the fact the size of it would surely add enough resistance that it wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Right,” Peter breathed, turning to face Tony, as he finished buckling his belt. “The cars waiting?”

Tony pressed a couple of buttons on his watch before nodding.

“It will be. How does it feel?”

“Weird. Heavy. I don’t know.” He took an experimental step forward and groaned. “Fuck,” he moaned. “So full. It feels good though. Moving causes it to bump around inside. Not sure I’ll be able to will away my hard-on though.”

“Me neither. Just pop your hands in your pockets and we’ll make a swift exit. Although I’m not sure the car will be the haven you think it’ll be. We’ll have about a twenty-minute drive where you’ll be sitting down and feeling every bump in the road.”

“Fuck, Tony.”

Tony smirked, “I thought you’d like that. Now, c’mon. Car should’ve arrived by now. We need to bid a quick farewell to the host and then I can take you home to ravish you like you deserve.”

“You can’t just say things like that,” Peter groaned, shoving his hands in his pockets to try and disguise his erection pressing against the front of his trousers.

Leaving the room, Peter lets Tony guide him with a hand on his low back as they bid their goodbyes. The leaving pat down was extremely awkward with the pair of them tenting their trousers, but at least it served as an excuse for their early exit. Peter would like to say the knowing smirks from the security didn’t cause his dick to twitch but he’d be lying. Apparently, he had a thing for doing risky things in public. The thought that these men had an inkling over what they were up to was causing his cheeks to flame in embarrassed arousal. But that was something they could explore further at a later date. He had a twenty-minute car ride home to endure first.

Peter jolted as he sat down. Tony had been right. The pressure increased the sensation. Despite there being no base to be pressed on, it still felt like it was being pressed further in as he sat down. Tony’d better be able to get it out when they got back or there’d be hell to pay.

“You good?” Tony asked, as he set the car in drive and slowly exited the gravel driveway, Peter gritting his teeth as he adjusted his trousers.

“Yeah,” he ground out, clenching his hands into fists.

Tony turned on the radio as they joined the main road, speeding along the empty streets. Peter took the time to admire the view outside, anything to try and distract from the ever-present fullness he was feeling. He couldn’t imagine how his ass was ever going to relax enough to get it out again.

They were pulling up to Tony’s own house in the Hampden’s when the realisation suddenly hit to Peter.

“Hey, I just realised, we could’ve just taken it out when we got into the car.”

The twinkle in Tony’s eye as he turned to grin at Peter let him know Tony had already had that thought and chosen to ignore it.

“We could’ve, but this was way more fun, don’t you think?”

“Ugh,” Peter groaned.

“Besides, I promised to make it worth your while. This way you’re just extra ramped up for me and I’ll just have to worship you for longer to make up for your extra suffering.”

“You’re insufferable,” Peter huffed without any real bite.

“Yet, you love me. C’mon, you know it’s always better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. And don’t even try to deny that you weren’t into it. I saw how you reacted to those security guys. Don’t think that’s not something we’ll be discussing at depth later. I have so many ideas. But first, I believe I promised you an extraction so let’s get inside, yeah?”

Rolling his eyes, Peter nodded and exited the car. Small moans escaping him again as he stood up and the statue yet again shifted. T’challa better appreciate the effort that went into this retrieval. It was certainly going to be one he remembered for the rest of his life. Especially if the rest of the night went as well as he was hoping.

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Summertime Magic XII

A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. I know it has been a very long time, like years, but I have been going through a lot of stuff like depression, panic attacks, and just an all-around mess. BUT I AM BACK AND HERE TO STAY.

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“Of course, baby. Especially after that. You basically fought for me and you still looked beautiful doing that shit. You’re a queen for sure, always have. Always will be”, N’Jadaka kissed her perfectly bandaged knuckles and lied his head into her chest again. “And you will always be my king, baby boy.” She straddled his lap kissing his forehead and was startled by him pulling them down to the bed so she lied on the bed and he was on top. “I love you, my queen.”

“I love you, my king.”

They began to kiss and get intimate as their chains sat in a dish together, sunken in a cleaner to get rid of all the blood they drew together as a team, in the distance.

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“Daka, have you seen my keys”, Y/N asked as she looked through the multiple purses of her home while N’Jadaka was in the kitchen washing dishes. “Nah, baby. I haven’t. Did you check ya jeans you wore last night?”

“That was the first thing I checked, baby”, Y/N walked out of her bedroom wearing a camel-toned satin pencil skirt with a black turtleneck and matching heels; her hair was laid with a seamless 1B lace front wig cut into a bob, left side tucked behind her ear. Daka turned his head in her direction and started to walk up to her. “Look at my queen, looking like she looking.” He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. “Baby, I gotta go”, Y/N said as she pouted. Daka growled in her ear and said “Nah, you don’t” before smacking her plush bottom. Y/N felt all heated up but knew the business had to be dealt with at the shop. It had been a month and the team was finally chosen, eight nail techs, four barbers and beauticians, and a whole lot more. “Aht aht. None of that. Momma got to go have this business meeting, my love. And besides, don’t you have to be at the center today anyway.”

“Ah, shit. You right”, N’Jadaka said as he dried his hands off. The grand opening was in a week for the center and everything had to be perfect. “Shuri been bugging me about that. The fam was supposed to be all here, but T is in New York, M is in the ATL and Shuri is gonna be in Florida opening the other centers.” Y/N listened as she grabbed ice-cold water from the fridge; she noticed her keys were by the door. “Well, they are here in spirit. OK, I will see you tonight for dinner, right?”

“Oh, for sure. It’s at Leslie’s?” Y/N nodded as she smiled and said, “yes and you can meet my Godson, Izaiah.” N’Jadaka grinned adding, “I can’t wait to meet little man, baby. I know he is gonna be a good kid.” She looked at him as she walked back to the door. “Well, my baby is very much on the shy side. It would take a while for him to get warmed up to you.”

“What is he into? Like coloring, video games, what?”

“Eh, a little bit of everything. But I gotta go. Love you, baby”, and like that she was gone. N’Jadaka looked at his watch and ran off to the room to get ready. He looked over what he chose to wear again to make sure, a black sweater with matching slacks and loafers. When he was finished, he heard some movement in his living room. With his Navy tactic instincts, he listened carefully as he crept in. Suddenly, something told him to grab and pull which he did. He pulled down a slightly heavy object and flipped it over his shoulder; when he looked to see what or who it was, his older cousin chuckled heartedly. “T, what the Hell? You scared the fuck outta me!”

“I am sorry, cousin N’Jadaka. I thought it would be an amazing surprise to see your dear cousin.” The cousins dear their royal salute and chuckled at how T’Challa startled the Prince. “I thought you were in the Big Apple. Go ahead and sit. Get comfortable”, Daka said as he heads to the kitchen. As T’Challa sat on the couch, N’Jadaka asked “you want anything while I’m in here, cuz.”

“Water will be fine. I see you added a few new pictures around, dear cousin.” T’Challa had lifted up the golden framed picture and grinned; it was a photo of N’Jadaka and Y/N at what seemed to be a wedding. He wore a navy suit with a white button-down and his hair braided back; she wore a beautiful, tasteful burgundy sheer gown with her hair in a low bun and golden jewelry. As he placed the photo down, N’Jadaka handed him his water and sat on the armchair near the couch. “Well, Y/N will be a beautiful princess one day and from Shuri’s mouth, she is quite the woman.  She could not stop speaking highly of her once she came back.” N’Jadaka leaned back into his chair and agreed to say “yeah, my baby is something special.” T’Challa sipped from his bottle and noticed his cousin grinning into space. As he leaned to place his bottle on a lonely coaster, he asked “well, when will you tell her you are THE prince of Wakanda?”

N’Jadaka side-eyed his cousin and uttered “it’s not the right time, T. One day, but not now.” T’Challa lay back on the couch and folded his leg over his other knee. “If you love Y/N then why hide who you REALLY are? You are the Prince of Wakanda and a part of one of the wealthiest families, there is. You live in a lavish part of California near the hills and you have an underground garage for cars. How does she not know or expect you are basically worth trillions?” N’Jadaka leaned forward, elbows knees, and said “she been busy with her shop, and besides, I don’t want her to end up being like every woman I have been with. Cuz, I had multiple women claiming I gave them a baby but how can I do that as a virgin? What we got pregnant orally”; this made T’Challa laugh and boom around the area. “Ah, yes. You are talking about Ashley, Veronica, and Francesca.”

“Yeah, those ‘women’ only wanted to take pictures and pretend it was their shit. I’m just glad Shuri can hack people’s phones and whatnot. But I just gotta make sure Y/N is really the one, T. That’s all.” N’Jadaka looked at the time on his phone and placed it on the table; T’Challa noticed the picture on the screen of the couple. “I have 20/20 vision, Prince N’Jadaka, so that means I can clearly see that she is the one you will marry and have multiple babies with.  I have yet to meet her but Shuri has told me nothing but good things about her. You should not doubt that she isn’t. Father has taught you that before he passed away.”

“I know but-“

“Aht aht, no buts, Prince. Y/N is the only. I can see it already.”

“I agree with your cousin, N’Jadaka”, N’Jadaka heard coming from the secret elevator. There he stood’ 6’5, around 250 or more in brown dress pants, wool turtleneck, and suede slipper. N’Jadaka stood and gave his good friend brotherly love. “Baku, you look good man. I see you not dressing like a hobo anymore”; M’Baku laughs while he faked like he was going to hit him in the gut. “I wanted to come to visit before my trip to Trinidad for a month or so. I had to see about this overly flashy garage of yours but also to hear about the lovely Y/N in person.”

“You tryna ease up on my lady, bro?”

“Her, no. A sister, twin or cousin that looks exactly her, yes most definitely”, M’Baku said matter of factly while the men looked at one another. “Well, MY baby is that shop handling business and away from you, horn ball”. Suddenly, the door opened and the men turned to see a woman coming in. “Come in, Leslie. We can get the-"; the ladies stopped when the N’Jadaka was with two men. “Oh, hey baby. I am so sorry. I came to get the paperwork for my employees. We can wait until you’re done.” N’Jadaka walked to her and hugged Leslie, and gave his lady a kiss on the forehead. “Never apologize, baby girl. That is why I gave you the key to come and go as you please. I wanna introduce you to my friend, M’Baku, and my cousin, T’Challa.” When Y/N looked at Leslie, she smiled, and waved at the two then looked between her and N’Jadaka. “While y’all talk, Ima go to the back and look for those papers”, Leslie said as she fixed her power suit and gave the men slight bows to pass by; M’Baku watched as she passed by and waited until she disappeared. “Is she attached to anyone”, M’Baku asked and Y/N smiled. “Married actually with a child if I may add.” M’Baku held his head down in defeat as a joke as T’Challa smacked him on the chest and made his way over to Y/N. “Hello, Y/N. It is finally nice to meet you in person and now I see what Shuri said about your beauty is truth.”

“She is very sweet and telling by your accent like Shuri’s is that you are actually born and raised in Wakanda”; T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka to see that his eyes squinted right before Y/N looked at where he changed into a smiley expression. “Yes, I sure am.”

“Ooo, how is it? I’ve heard it's beautiful. I tried looking up pictures, but I couldn’t find any pictures.”

“Well, that is because we are like a very private location. You know, to keep intruders-.”

“And colonizers”, N’Jadaka said cutting of T’Challa. T’Challa looked at N’Jadaka before looking back at Y/N. “I guess he is right.” They heard Leslie’s heels click against the ground and turned with the files in hand. “Alright, girly. Let’s get a move on. We got lost to do tonight.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you both. I guess I will see more of you soon”, Y/N said and T’Challa nodded. Leslie touched N’Jadaka’s shoulder and said, “see you tomorrow night, and don’t forget the drinks.”

“Bye, my baby”, Y/N said before Leslie gently pushed her out and closed the door. N’Jadaka smiled at the door before M’Baku asked “so, her friend. Is that a real situation with her husband and child or”, with a mouth full of washed, crunchy celery; the men looked at him as he shrugged and kept eating.

THE NEXT NIGHT

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom in nothing, but an all-black bra and panty set staring at two outfit options; a light blue jean dress with a matching jacket a brand new black Timberlands that N’Jadaka bought, or a yellow sundress and sandals. N’Jadaka was in the mirror standing there in a white tee and black combat cargo. He peeked over at Y/N holding up the outfit up to her frame as she looked in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame and looked over her outfit. “Ain’t it too cold to wear a dress. It’s like 50 degrees outside and besides, they said to be comfortable and warm since we are eating in the backyard.”

“Yeah but it’s pretty.”

“Yes, it’s very pretty and you are beautiful, but I don’t want you catching a cold because it’s ‘cute.’ What about jeans, basic with a jacket and ya Timbs.” She turned to look at what he wore and up & down saying “you tryna be twins again, big head.” He walked up to her with hands in his pockets and smiled. “I mean, Ima be warm so I’m just saying that my fit choice makes sense.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her smile, and she told him “tell you what? What if I wear one of your long sleeve white tees, black jeans with the boots, and my jean vest.”

“Eh, I don’t know”, he said being goofy and it made her hit his forehead softly and he laughed. “So rough. Aight aight fine BUT if you get cold do NOT, AND I do mean DO NOT ask for my jacket, little lady”; she held up her pinky and said, “pinky promise.” He rolled his eyes and he cuffed their fingers together. Soon, she got dressed before doing her hair in a large bun on her head and looked in the mirror, quietly admitting that she actually looked better than this in her jean dress; they hopped in the car and were off. As Y/N led them to the location, they looked around the neighborhood, full of white people and huge houses. N’Jadaka shook his head while observing the people watching their car pass by. Once they finally pulled up, he turned off the car and reached behind him to the backseat, and grabbed his jean jacket along with the bottle of alcohol for the small dinner party. Before he got out he looked at Y/N’s left hand as she applied lip gloss and checked her hair; he stared at the hand with new jewelry before he asked “ya ready, baby?”

“Yeah, ready”; he walked over to her side to open the door, help her out and close the door before wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked. Before she rang the bell, Y/N could hear giggles and pitter-patter passing by inside which made Y/N chuckle. “Leslie is chasing around Izaiah before dinner. It makes him eat a lot which means he will be tired by ten.”

“He goes to bed at ten?”

“If they are lucky. That little boy can get so much energy that he won’t be able to sleep until four.” The door soon opened and revealed Monte smiling big and pulling Y/N into his arm and lifting her up into a big hug. “Monteeeee, ugh. Put me down, you big dummy”, Y/N said as she laughed before Monte put her down. Monte held his arms up and said “welcome to our crib. JD, it’s good to see you again brotha, man”, he said as he gave him a brotherly handshake. “Thanks for inviting me, man.”

“Ah, don’t mention. If you dealing with Y/N, you deserve some love over here”, he stood to the side as they walked in. The ceiling was tall with a silver tinted chandelier that hung midway, two levels of stories, and an archway on both sides of the home. “Whoa, bro. This is a HUGE house”, Y/N said as she looked around; N’Jadaka just did the same, but he knew in his head that his place was bigger, she just didn’t know about it. They heard the giggles and laughs getting closer when a three-year-old toddler ran their way and Y/N scooped him up. “Got ya, stinky butt”, she said before lifting him into the air and blowing a raspberry on his belly. Leslie walked around the corner out of breath and said “hey, y’all. As y’all can see, the little troublemaker was tryna make a getaway.” Y/N held him on her hip while he cuddles into her and said “he should know that when TT is here, it is a wrap”; she tickled his stomach loving his little giggle. N’Jadaka looked over to Leslie and said “hey, I brought the drinks.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll show you the kitchen so we can chill them”, Leslie said as she walked past the group after kissing her husband and son. Once the pair walked into the kitchen, he saw the oakwood countertop and black-white patterned tile ground. “This is nice as fuck. It really is nice, Lez. No cap.”, he said as got to the fridge caressing the dark steel fridge that matched the coffee machine, microwave, and stove/oven. “Thanks, we got them from this appliance shop down the way. You can sit down while they go out. I think we should talk.” N’Jadaka sat on one of the barstools at the island placing his jacket down and Leslie pass the water bottle to him; he opened it and began drinking.

“So what you wanna talk about? If this is about M’Baku, I apologize.  He's wild as fuck I swear. Do you mind if I grab an apple?” She washed one off and handed it to him with a smile. He nodded as he bit into at how delicious it was heard:

“Ndiyazi ukuba ungubani kanye kanye ... iNkosana N'Jadaka (I know who you really are... Prince N'Jadaka),” Leslie said, causing him to cough from the shock and looked up; noticing her brow raise, folded arms and slight grin, hips leaning against the counter.

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Learn Ya || Chapter 9

​Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Author Notes: SURPRISE SHAWTY. Shout out to everyone that lowkey bullied me into continuing this fic some three years later. I love y’all for that. I kept the same tag list as before so if you no longer wish to be tagged, just let me know.

Amaya felt like her whole world had come crashing down in a matter of seconds. 

She’d had her life planned out from the time that she was a young girl, and now all of those plans had gone astray. She could understand that her mother’s job was having financial issues and there needed to be cut backs as far as employees went. What she couldn’t understand was why her mother needed to be included in that. She sort of knew that she was being selfish about her true reasoning for caring that her mother lost her job, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire world had just been flipped on its head. 

She couldn’t afford school anymore. The financial aid she had been given didn’t cover the complete cost of her first year. Her mother was going to cover the difference so that Amaya didn’t have to worry about the financial strain of school and could solely focus on making sure she made the best grades that she could. She was even going to cut back on the hours she worked at the centre to give her all to her academics. 

That wasn’t the case anymore. 

She had to come up with the money in a very short amount of time and she had really only two options as far as she was concerned because deferring a year simply wasn’t going to work for her. 

She could either work more hours at the centre to get the money to pay the difference or she could take out student loans. Honestly, neither of them were stellar options, but she was heavily leaning towards the student loans. It would give her the money she needed right in that moment and she could deal with the fall out to her credit score and paying it back later in life. All she wanted to do was go to law school. How she did it really didn’t matter to her anymore. 

“Is everything alright, Amaya? You have been unusually quiet tonight?”

She looked up from the plate of food she had been toying around with the last few minutes, pushing around bits of mashed potatoes across the ceramic, and saw T’Challa looking at her. Concern was etched into his features, brows sitting low on his face and his full lips pulled down into a soft frown. 

She really should have canceled their date but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to do that. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen him and she knew he was a busy man. Though, she supposed canceling would’ve been better than going and being in a sour mood the entire night. 

“Yeah, everything is fine.” She did her best to put on the most convincing smile but the look that he gave her showed that it didn’t work in her favor. 

“I do not appreciate being lied to.” The frown was still etched on his face but his voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to scare her. 

Amaya pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a small breath through her nose. She certainly hadn’t meant to lie to him but she wasn’t sure if they were at the stage where she could dump all of her issues onto him. Everything up until that point had been lighthearted and fun so it was hard to say if he truly even wanted to know. She allowed silence to settle between the two of them as she continued to push around food on her plate, lost in her thoughts. It might be good to talk to someone who could provide an outside prospect of things, and he might even have some sort of sage advice to give to her. 

“No, really everything is fine,” she had every intention of leaving it at that but the way he lifted one brow let her know that it wasn’t going to fly a second time. “My mother lost her job and now I’m trying to figure out how to pay for law school.”

She hadn’t really said those words out loud. Other people might have said them to her, Charlie or her brother, and she might have thought them on more than one occasion, but the words had never once left her mouth. Not even when her mother had sat her down and told her the whole truth. Saying the words out loud would only make the reality of her situation settle in, making it that much harder for her to try and deny the truth. She had hoped that if she simply just remained positive then maybe things would work themselves out, but with each passing day, she could see that a positive attitude wasn’t going to work and that very same attitude diminished and made way for a more negative one. 

When his hand moved across the table, she didn’t hesitate to slip her into his. Regardless of whatever mood she was in, her body sought out the physical comfort from him because there was something about his presence that had been nothing but soothing for her, even in the times he made her heart stutter in her chest. 

“How much is your balance?”

“A lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“$19,980. I gave them $20 so they would stop calling me for a few days but really I just think the lady felt bad for me when I started crying on the phone. Half of that needs to be paid by the end of next week.” Again, she had thought about her situation plenty of times but saying it out loud only made it that much more daunting for her. 

“I will take care of it.” His tone was so final as he squeezed her hand. 

“T’Challa, no. I can’t ask you to do that.” The very last thing she wanted him to think was that she had only told him in hopes that he would pay for it. 

“It is a good thing you are not asking and I am offering.”

“I mean I get that but I’m still saying no.”

“It is also a good thing I am not seeking your permission on this.”

Amaya rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth. “Now is not the time to be playing that little game where you need to have control over everything. This is serious and it’s too much money for you to pay and I can’t pay you back,”

“You will not need to pay me back. Consider it an early graduation gift if that will help you feel better about accepting the money.”

“I don’t need you to do that. I can figure something out.” She made a face and could start to feel herself get defensive. 

The logical part of her knew that he was only doing this out of the kindness of his heart and not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own (which they both know that she couldn’t). But there was also some jaded part of her that felt like he was doing it because he expected something in return. Sex maybe. 

Of course there had been indications that the two of them were sexually attracted to each other, anyone on the outside looking in could see that, but he hadn’t given her any reason to believe that was the one and only thing that he was after. It was yet another thing she had to remind herself that set him apart from the men she had dealt with in the past. Particularly Rod. 

“Come here.” A frown had once again settled onto his face as she pulled her hand away from his. 

“You can’t just distract me with whatever you’re going to try and do.”

“Amaya,” her name was a rough warning on his tongue that she felt right between her thighs. What was wrong with her that him being even a little stern with her was making her wet? “Come here. I won’t tell you again.”

She watched as he pushed his chair away from the table a little bit. Any other time she would’ve pushed the boundaries a little bit more, trying to see just how much she was able to get away with, but she didn’t have the energy. She mirrored his actions and stood up from her own chair, rounding the table to stand in front of him. She wasn’t standing long before she found herself being pulled down into his lap. 

A shuddering breath left her lips when a large hand rested against the bit of thigh exposed by her dress. A distraction and damn if it wasn’t working. 

“Why is it so hard for you to accept my help?” She could barely think with the way his thumb traced back and forth across her skin. 

“Because I don’t want you thinking I told you so you would help me.”

“If you are going to be someone in my life then you should expect to be taken care of in all aspects of your life, Amaya.” She had to admit that he did have a way with words but she could tell that he wasn’t just saying them for show. He meant them. 

“I don’t think I know how to let people do things like this for me.” Amaya prided herself on being an independent woman. Of course, her mother and her family were there if and when she needed to help but no one outside of that circle really did anything to take care of her. 

“I can teach you.”

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The rest of the dinner had placed Amaya in much better spirits and a lot of that was due in part to T’Challa keeping her in his lap with an arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. The two of them fell back into their usual back and forth banter with ease. It was nice to not have to worry about whether or not she was going to be able to attend school or not. 

She had never been so grateful to be called into work on a random Tuesday morning. Without that, she would’ve never met him and she would currently be shit out luck, probably forced to drop out of school because Rod certainly didn’t have an odd $20,000 laying around to help her out. 

She still hadn’t agreed to let him pay for her first year but she also wasn’t fighting him on it either. She would sleep on it for a few days, telling him she would give him an answer in a few days time. He had been reluctant but he agreed, albeit begrudgingly. 

The night was coming to a close and she felt an almost loss at knowing that he would be leaving in the morning and hadn’t really given her a time frame on when he would be back. 

Her key twisted in the lock of her front door but she didn’t open it. Instead, she cleared her throat and mustered up all of her courage, putting on her proverbial big girl panties as she turned to look at him. “Did you want to…I don’t know like come in or something?”

Even in trying to make it sound like no big deal, her voice cracked. 

“I would love to but I do fly out early tomorrow morning.” She was happy that he sounded sad about the fact but she had no intention of letting up. 

“I know I know. It’s just Charlie isn’t home and I really don’t wanna be home alone, Sir.” She rocked back and forth from one foot to the other, looking up at him with what she could only hope was a look of helplessness. 

T’Challa made a soft sound like a hum as he hooked his finger underneath her chin. “You call me that and think I’m just supposed to give in to you whatever you want.”

“I do.”

“I could tell you no right now. Don’t forget that, Amaya.” Despite the half grin forming on his lips, he gripped her chin a little tighter. 

“I know you could, but do you wanna know what I think?” His fingers left her chin in order for his hand to cup the side of her face. Her body wasted no time leaning into his touch. 

“Enlighten me, beautiful.”

“I think you don’t want to say no. I think you want to come in as much as I want you to come in. You just wanna play hard to get.” She reached behind her and opened her front door. 

“I’m playing hard to get?” He chuckled softly as his brows lifted. 

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “You definitely are and you need to cut it out before it gets you in trouble.”

She took one step back and then another, finding that he was following her back into her apartment. The way kept his eyes on her as he pulled her keys from the door and kicked it closed before flipping the lock, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. She found that she loved having his attention solely on her. 

“You and your mouth.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took every ounce of strength that she had to resist the urge to pull the digit into her mouth. “Always pushing your limits.”

“You like it or else you would’ve made it so I couldn’t sit down for a week by now.”

“The night is still young.”

Taking his hand from the side of her face, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him to her bedroom. The voice in the back of head was telling her that she needed to get herself under control.  She hadn’t invited him up because she wanted to jump his bones. She really had invited him because she didn’t want to be alone for the night, and she wanted to spend what little time she did have left with him. 

When she pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was grateful that she had cleaned up some before she left. Any other time, her room would have been in shambles with clothes and shoes thrown all over the place in her attempt to find something suitable to wear. Instead, it was just the small desk in the corner of her room that was a mess with books and papers haphazardly thrown across the top, and her bed that she had forgotten to make. 

Her room was small and his large presence made it seem that much smaller. 

“I’m gonna get changed but could you unzip my dress for me?” She could easily reach the zipper herself but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. When she turned and pulled her braids over her shoulder, she felt his presence behind her. 

T’Challa said nothing as one hand ghosted up her arm and the other wrapped around the small zipper and pulled it down slowly. Amaya swore her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest and it didn’t get any better when she felt his lips trail along the skin of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply. His fingers pushed down the thin straps of her dress and her hands instinctively came up to hold the dress in place before it hit the ground. 

She talked a big game and had no problem teasing him but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to drop her dress and stand in front of him in just a pair of panties just yet. 

When his lips pressed the shell of her ear, her eyes fluttered and she let out a small sound despite her best efforts to remain calm. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, played with her body until her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think, and it showed. 

“Go change before I forget that I would like to be a gentleman tonight.”

She wondered what might happen if she told him she didn’t want him to be a gentleman, but something was telling her that she wasn’t quite ready for that. T’Challa seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing with far more years of experience than she had. She didn’t want to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.

“Right,” she nodded her head and stepped away from him. 

She practically scurried out of the room with her pajamas in hand. She knew if she had stayed in her bedroom for one second longer, she would have easily given in to the x rated thoughts that had been swarming in her head. The magnetic pull that man had over her body was insane. Scary. Thrilling. And more than just a little erotic. 

She had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life. It was to the point that if he asked, she would be hard pressed to say no, but she truly did what to take things slow with him. She wanted to be sure that they had something that went beyond just the very apparent physical connection and attraction. 

And she didn’t want him to think she was a whore. 

Amaya used her night time routine as a means to distract herself, probably taking far longer than she needed to, but she needed to give her body all the time that it needed to cool down. By the time she had gone through the steps, her body was still on edge but only just barely. She was sure she would be able to keep her hormones in check. 

Or so she had thought before she stepped back into her bedroom to see T’Challa sitting up against her pillows with her civil procedures book in his hand. It would have been fine for her, nothing she wouldn’t have been able to handle if he hadn’t stripped down to his boxer briefs and nothing else. . 

This man was going to be the death of her. 

“You just made yourself right at home I see.” She gave him a pointed look before she shoved her clothes into her hamper. She just needed to distract and deflect so nothing got out of hand. 

“Well, you can only leave a man to his own devices for so long before he starts to get bored.” The smirk he gave her when he looked up from the book had her grinning back at him like an idiot. 

“I see that.” She rolled her eyes as she walked over to him and pulled the book from his hands. “I don’t think this is how you want to cure your boredom though.”

“Do you have any suggestions then?”

“I have a few, but you have to leave so early in the morning and I would hate to keep you up all night, y’know?” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as he laughed. 

She dropped the book back off on her desk before she flopped down on her back onto her bed. 

“Lay down before your mouth lands you into some trouble you can’t handle, Amaya.” He shook his head. 

She had no doubt that she would find herself getting into some trouble at some point with him but tonight wasn’t going to be the night for that. Crawling into bed, she laid on her side with a hand curled underneath her chin so she could face him. He wasted no time in mirroring her actions minus the hand under his chin. 

“Do you know when you might be able to come back?”

“Unfortunately, no I don’t. There are quite a few things back home that I will need to take care of before I can get away again.” His hand reached out and his thumb moved along her cheek. 

She figured that he was a busy man but she’d had a sliver of hope that he would be back sooner rather than later. It was getting harder and harder each time to only have an afternoon or a few hours a night with him at a time before he disappeared for an extended period of times. Phone calls could only do so much. 

She really did like having him around. 

“Don’t look so sad,” she wasn’t aware that she had started to frown until he pointed it out. “I’ll still make sure to call you every day.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it is nice hearing from you every day but actually seeing you more often would be even better.” She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with the ring that hung from the chain around his neck. When she looked up there was something of a smug smile on his lips. “What?”

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a thing for me.”

“You’re alright I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Oh I’m just alright? I guess I should go somewhere where I will be appreciated then.” He started to roll over to get out of bed before she caught his arm. 

She pressed her body into his and buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent gently. “Don’t go.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’m right here, baby girl.”

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Missing Scenes Masterlist 2

part one

.40 Caliber Ache (ao3) - aSintobeRin G, 1k

Summary: Peter just needs a second. Less than a second. Just long enough for him to catch his breath and get rid of the stars dancing across his vision.

A missing scene from NWH, between the school roof and the science lab.

AKA Odessa (ao3) - sirendoom T, 3k

Summary: Natasha was given a mission years ago to escort an engineer but encounters a mysterious enemy along the way.

Bottom of the Ninth (ao3) - anti_ela steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: The missing scene from Avengers: Endgame.

"I understand," Bucky said, smiling. His heart was imploding, but what did that matter? He'd never expected Steve would choose him. This was inevitable.

Benign (ao3) - Face_of_Poe G, 2k

Summary: “T’Challa,” Ayo moves closer, leans in to whisper harshly. “I accept your word that James Barnes did not murder King T’Chaka. He is still HYDRA’s assassin. That has never been in question.”

T’Challa turns and considers him; Bucky’s eyes skitter away under the scrutiny. Steve keeps a firm hand on his shoulder, steadying him, grounding him. Signaling his readiness to defend him further, if he must. “Was, Ayo,” T’Challa murmurs. “He was HYDRA’s assassin. And the Winter Soldier had a great many victims, yes?”

Bucky swallows and keeps his eyes fixed on the ground.

“We cannot let ourselves forget that the Winter Soldier’s first victim… was James Barnes.”

Breathing Room (ao3) - kcscribbler T, 5k

Summary: In the immediate aftermath of S02E01, both Loki and Mobius are a little worse for wear. Shameless self-indulgent H/C, you've been warned accordingly.

Disconnect (ao3) - shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod T, 1k

Summary: The first day they tie him to the table in the isolation ward, James Buchanan Barnes fights with all the will and strength he has left—not that he has much to give after being held in a prison cell and barely fed for weeks. Here’s what it gets him: strapped so tight that his lungs can hardly expand, stuck with needles filled with varying liquids, and knocked out by a fist to the cheekbone.

Fracture (ao3) - Silent_but_Artemis bruno/kamala G, 5k

Summary: An addition to the end of Episode 3: Destined to fill in some blanks. What happened after Kamala left Bruno and Nakia that night? How did Bruno end up with his arm in a cast and was Nakia able to get the full story of Kamala's powers explained to her?

How Bucky Barnes Accidentally Became A Goat Farmer (ao3) - SeaSpectre160 G, 1k

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been through a lot of strange experiences. This latest one? Being stalked by a pair of goats that have apparently decided that he’s their human now.

(in)sincerity (ao3) - Ingrid_Gradiant loki/sylvie T, 955

Summary: At McDonald's, Loki and Sylvie were talking for another minute and a half while we heard Mobius talking to Brad Wolfe. What did they say? Maybe this.

in your arms i fall (ao3) - icantsleepits4am steve/bucky M, 1k

Summary: In 1945, five Red Army soldiers search for a dying American in the Alps and thus, the Winter Soldier was born.

my mind is a hurricane (but you calm the storm) (ao3) - helloilovefanfiction implied loki/mobius T, 1k

Summary: As he flipped through the files, Loki’s gaze caught on a particular variant with dark bruises around his neck, clearly inflicted by a hand. Against his better judgement, he read the summary of the variant’s Nexus Event.

One More Bridge To Cross (ao3) - Taramayus mj/peter T, 20k

Summary: Now, sitting on Happy’s uncomfortable, probably very expensive, modern couch, with Peter on one side of her pressed up close and holding her hand, and Ned on the other end slumped in the corner as they watch Mean Girls (MJ’s pick, sue her, they needed something more light hearted to watch after the week they had) MJ wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. There is a running commentary comparing characters to students at Midtown with May chiming in from the kitchen here and there. -- or, how do MJ and Peter evolve from the post-credit scenes in FFH to the main events of NWH

remember me (for centuries) (ao3) - bookinit loki/mobius T, 3k

Summary: He doesn’t have time for this. It’s been twelve years, and he still doesn’t understand the inner components of the throughput multiplier. Yes, twelve years is a mere blink of an eye, in relation to the grander scope of his life, but—foolishly, Loki thought he would be a quicker study. OB said centuries, but Loki had, in the far back of his mind, expected minutes. He had expected greatness. He had expected to be exceptional.

He is decidedly not.

—

between centuries, loki figures out what he wants.

say goodbye (ao3) - thorbiased jane/thor T, 1k

Summary: A missing scene from Thor: Love and Thunder that answers a few questions I had like:

How did Jane get Warsong? Why did Jane go to Valhalla if she’s not Asgardian? How come we never saw Valkyrie’s reaction to Jane’s death? Can’t we actually have some Valkyrie screen time?

Single Malt 9ao3) - Tsimmes T, 1k

Summary: Sam could forgive Walker for the guns-a-blazing approach to diplomacy and intel gathering, or his generally obnoxious demeanor, but he draws the line at forcing him to deal with a concussed international terrorist and certified pain in the ass.

The Church Bells Toll For Thee, Lost Soldier (ao3) - DCAngst T, 2k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is a face and name on display in the Smithsonian. He reads about himself, and when he leaves, he heads to Brooklyn, where a haunting sound calls him to a familiar place.

In the Captain America: The Winter Soldier movie, Steve comes home from his mother's funeral, with Bucky following. Church bells ring in the distance. Seventy-eight years later, they ring again.

The Talk (ao3) - mybestgirl steve/peggy G, 3k

Summary: Steve has a crazy idea. Bucky doesn't think it's all that crazy.

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break (ao3) - mducklesworth G, 2k

Summary: He finally looks over to Steve, who’s still staring intently at his book.

“That haircut,” Tony says, “looks absolutely terrible on you.”

He doesn’t miss the flash of surprise that crosses Steve’s face, like he’s shocked that Tony even noticed he’s there. He smooths the page out and looks up. For a minute, he doesn’t say anything, just looks, sitting like that with his cheek against his fist, and Tony doesn’t manage to hold his gaze for too long.

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