#tchalla fanfic

[wakandaforeverwrites]

Learn Ya || Chapter 9

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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.”

————-

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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[griots-tales]

Hi! Can I request a t’challa x reader were this recently takes place after avengers endgame were the reader tells & introduces t’challa and shuri to t’challa and reader’s daughter

Sure thing! This is written for a Black AFAB reader living in America. Fluffy PG 13 stuff.

Your first embrace after five years was nothing short of life-giving. You trembled in his arms, breathing in his warmth and choking up with incoming sobs. Your tears soaked up the soft fabric of the olive hoodie he wore to blend in with the neighborhood, and he let you wrap your legs around him when he lifted you up.

The weather was a little warmer than usual, and the air was filled with distant conversation between people getting reunited with their families, just as they were doing... and nobody batted an eye when they saw people crying and hugging each other on the street.

The sun lit up T'Challa's tight curls and eyelashes as you pulled apart slightly, and you still couldn't believe it. It was the same man you thought you would never see again... well, except in your daughter.

T'Challa still didn't know about her. And neither did Shuri.

Your tears still flowed, because you just saw Shuri, who had also come all the way to the US to see you again. You collided with her, kissing her forehead and cuddling her like she would disappear again. Having a baby didn't make it any easier to live without the first.

The three of you hugged again, and you let go of Shuri only to kiss T'Challa for the first time in five years.

"Eww!" Shuri cried in mock disgust, seeing PDA less than six feet away from herself.

The nostalgia of hearing Shuri's chatter, and feeling T'Challa's body against yours hit you again. Bast, you had missed this dearly.

~

You had planned this out from the moment you recovered from the shock of people reappearing out of thin air. Both the siblings were unsuspecting and unassuming of what you were up to even as you walked up to the school at the outreach center.

Shuri was busy playing with a cat that had snuggled up to her in the middle of the park that you were all now in, while you and T'Challa watched, holding hands. He lazily fingered the beads on your braids, taking in how you had changed through the years. You had grown plumper with some post pregnancy fat still curling in love handles around your waist. He seemed to like it, as he smiled when his long fingers brushed subtly, but sensually over your midriff and hips.

The causative of half your stretch marks was about to arrive from her last lesson in school in less than a minute now, and you couldn't wait to see her, now more than ever.

The bell rang, and a high-pitched chorus of yelling ensued, signaling the end of the school day for the little ones. T'Challa smiled at the noise and looked at your expression. Your mischievous smile made him frown a little in suspicion.

"Hey- where are you going?" Shuri called after the tabby as it rushed off to the entrance of the park, which was near the school gate. Children rushed into their parents' arms in the distance, while some rushed out into the play area in the park. The cat followed some first graders around as they opened their tiny bags to bring out various bits of food that they had diligently saved during recess.

Both of them grinned at the sight, but you were focused on the one little girl with her hair done up in two little puffs by none other than you. She giggled and cuddled the cat before she looked up and saw you.

And when you glanced at T'Challa you thought, he knows. The look on T'Challa's face was one of dawning realization as the little girl came running straight to you. His nose sat on her face, albeit a little softer, if possible... and his eyes looked at their near identical twins from a distance. There was also your round face and huge, pillowy lips that turned a little down on the edges.

Shuri, as smart as she was, was in a little denial as she seemed puzzled at the girl's advance.

"Who's that?"

Neither of you answered, waiting for the girl to slow down as she came closer and finally, ran into your arms. You lifted her up like you always did and kissed her on the cheek.

T'Challa swallowed, his eyes welling with a myriad of shock, joy and pain. He stepped backwards to comprehend it fully: you had a child.... a five-year-old.... who looked a lot like him.

You grinned at him and neither of you spoke a word for a second. Shuri finally realized what was going on, and her eyes blew wide as saucers. Your daughter looked a little confused, but being the wise child she was, she decided to introduce herself first.

"Hi!" She said to Shuri, who was near her.

"H-hi! What's your name?" Shuri replied out of reflex.

"I'm Taraji, nice to meet you!" she squeaked, a little nervous, but excited and determined to make a new friend.

"Tara, do you know who these are?" you asked her.

She didn't answer immediately, shyly fiddling with the end of her green dashiki. "That's aunty,"

You put your arm around T'Challa. "And this?"

"That's Baba." she smiled.

T'Challa couldn't hold back his tears further than this; he pressed his sleeve into his eyes to be able to see his daughter better. She was the most beautiful thing in the whole world at that moment, and it brought him to his knees. Taraji approached him slowly from your arms, and T'Challa first held her little palms in his huge hands.

"Are you crying because you're happy?" She whispered curiously.

T'Challa nodded and hugged his daughter for the first time. "Ewe,"

Behind you, Shuri too burst into tears, and you held her as she tried to calm down. It worked out just as you had planned, and you couldn't feel happier and more complete with your sister your love, and your baby girl.

"Even Miss Brown cried when our old class came back... it's okay." She reassured her father, who nodded fervently as he examined every inch.

"I know... I'm just..." He murmured, "I should've seen it coming!" He laughed, catching your eye. You chuckled at him, remembering the nights in the early spring of 2018, that resulted in Taraji.

"So," He wiped his eyes again, "Taraji, hm? Taraji (Y/L/N)?"

The little girl grinned "Taraji (Y/L/N)." she confirmed, cutely mispronouncing your last name.

"Does she know?" T'Challa looked deep into her eyes. Shuri nodded. "Does she know who she is?"

You shrug. "Ask her, King."

Your babydaddy glanced at you before turning to his daughter. "Ungubani?"

The child stood up straight as she said this: "Ndingu Inkosazana T'Challa, Intombika Kumkani T'Challa."

I am Princess T'Challa, daughter of King T'Challa.

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[shurisneakers]

a writing challenge? in 2024? you bet

Hi! Hello! Hey!

I've been going through A Time and have chosen to cope by going back to the specific vibes of 2016 to 2018. That happens to include an incredible resurgence in my love for MCU fanfic, the community around it and all the love that goes into them. I've felt a bit distant from here for a while, but I still see so many of my old friends writing, ones who want to get back into it, and a whole lot of new writers I am dying to meet.

I've floated this idea vaguely on my blog and people seem to be interested so I figured it was worth a shot!

So yeah, welcome to Ari's Old School, Nostalgia Jam, Why-The-Hell-Not MCU Fic Writing Challenge 2024!

Prompts, rules and whatnot under the cut:

Requests:

If you could reblog this post to reach someone who might want to participate, I'd really appreciate it! No need to be following me, it's open for anyone.

Reader-inserts, OCs, solo character fics, character x character-- absolutely no limitations

Any and all MCU characters are allowed

Anything above 500 words should have a read-more/keep-reading tab. Series, multi-chapters, one-shots, drabbles, etc etc. The sky's the limit.

Please tag me in your fics (@shurisneakers) so I'm notified of them, and post them with the tag #arisoldschoolwritingchallenge . It may take me a while to get back to you due to the circumstances I find myself in currently, but I absolutely will. Please send me a DM if I haven't responded within 10 days.

Send me an ask with the prompt you would like. Feel free to pick up to 2 prompts

The only thing I request of you: no RPF and no dark fics. Smut is welcome, but non-con/dub-con/incest or anything along those veins is something I'd ask you not to submit for this challenge. Thank you for your understanding!

I know I've called it an MCU fic challenge as it's the community I've grown with, but if you feel like any of these prompts resonates with a character from another fandom, please go ahead and write it. This challenge really is just about the fun of writing fanfic and love for Your Little Guys

No submission cut-off date. Take all the time you need.

Prompts

I've tried to have a mix of classics and uncommon tropes/dynamics, so I hope everyone finds something they connect with!

Relationship Prompts

1. Enemies (taken by @theysaywhatasadsight)

2. Best friends/childhood friends

3. Coworkers (taken by @jaaneymann)

4. Internet friends

5. Neighbours/roommates (taken by @angrythingstarlight)

6. Fake dating (taken by @hungryforpowernotfood)

7. Commuters

Alternate Universe Prompts

1. Florist AU (taken by @hungryforpowernotfood)

2. Showmance AU (taken by @bombsonboard)

3. Social media/streaming/gaming AU (taken by @splintered-emotions)

4. Thieves/Heist Group AU

5. Time travel AU

6. Pirates AU

7. College AU (taken by @lovelybarnes)

8. Apocalypses/dystopia AU (taken by @targaryenvampireslayer)

9. Chef AU

10. Roadtrips AU

Some rarer miscellaneous ones for those who are so inclined!

1. Shipwrecked together on an island

2. Meet Ugly (opposite of Meet Cutes) (taken by @barnesandco

3. Both of you are ghosts but don't know the other is

4. Treasure hunters AU

5. Faking death

6. Professional cuddlers AU

7. Time loops/Groundhog Day (taken by @sxrensxngwrites)

8. Orpheus and Eurydice

9. Villain x hero

10. Hitchhiking

11. Carnival of Horrors

12. Robin Hood

13. Matchmakers AU

14. Insomniac x narcoleptic

15. Intergalactic Coffee Shop AU

16. Doomed By The Narrative

17. Enemies to Lovers to Enemies

18. Subversion of Classic Hallmark Movie Tropes

Dialogue prompts

You can tweak them as per requirements, but be sure to keep the underlying message!

Angst

1. "I should have trusted myself. I should have stayed far away from you." (taken by @waywardcrow)

2. "Has it occurred to you that how I feel matters too?" (taken by @jaaneymann)

3. "We failed. I would do it again."

4. "You do not deserve my forgiveness."

5. "You make me feel so alone." (taken by @reidishh)

6. "I'm not giving up on us." "I did. You should too." (taken by @targaryenvampireslayer)

Crack

1. "Ohhh, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid." (taken by @pinkthick)

2. "I think you and I make the worst choices together." "Yeah, but it's always entertaining."

3. "I trusted you." "Terrible decision, really."

4. "I know I'm smiling but I want to push you off a very big cliff." (taken by @pepperonijem)

5. "I'm hilarious." "You're traumatised."

Fluff

1. "This is the only thing I look forward to everyday." (Taken by @bombsonboard)

2. "I think we should do that again. For the sake of the world and my sanity."

3. "You're all I think about." (taken by @waywardcrow)

4. "Don't go anywhere I can't follow." (taken by @iguess-theyre-mymess)

5. "Don't smile at me like that." "Like what?" "Like that." (Taken by @lovelybarnes)

Word Prompts:

Flesh

Strawberry

Bruised (taken by @juvenilearson)

Groovy

Jump

Sunflower (taken by @barnesandco)

Alchemist

Wayward

Offerings

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-Ari

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[songficsbyrissi]

The Fix (part 6)

Previously on The Fix….(click here for part 5)

“I think…..I think I l…..”

You turned around to face him with a puzzled expression, gazing into his eyes. 

“You think you what?”

T’Challa shook his head and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Just go on and be with him. That’s what you’ve wanted all along.” He managed to plaster a fake smile on his face. You weren’t really buying it but figured you had to. You said goodbye and walked out of the door. As you walked away from his office, you felt yourself tearing up and didn’t know why. What was the problem? You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?

Then why aren’t you happy about it?

************

You were back with Aaron. That’s what you wanted for so long. He was somewhat being more attentive than he was before. It felt like he was trying to redeem himself for the past shittiness. Your relationship was better now. You should be happier now.

But you weren’t.

You still thought about T’Challa. When Aaron was kissing you, you were lowkey wishing it was T’Challa’s lips. When he was hugging you, you wished it was T’Challa’s arms around you. 

You missed him. 

You hated to admit it, but you did.

Was it guilt because you were in a committed relationship, thinking about another man? Or was it regret that you took Aaron back?

No. You wanted him. Aaron was your man and has always been your man. This was inevitable, and both you and T’Challa knew it. 

Should you tell Aaron? Should you tell Aaron you cheated? Well, you didn’t cheat cheat, but you technically did. You gotta be honest with him. You can’t start this new relationship, especially since he’s improving himself for you. It’s only right.

Yeah, sure, bitch. You’re just hoping when you tell him, he leaves you alone for good so you can have T’Challa, all to yourself and guilt-free.

You winced at your brain. No, that’s not it. He deserves the truth. I would want him to tell me if he messed with another girl during our break.

LOL, so you can have an excuse to end it? So transparent.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

You finally got out of your head and glanced at your phone. It was almost 6, meaning Aaron was on his way over here. To study, of course. One would think after a long separation, you two would be at it like fucking rabbits. Granted, on your end, your needs were being more than fulfilled, but him? You weren’t sure, but then again, he swears he was faithful. It’s a shame you couldn't say the same.

Maybe Aaron wasn’t attracted to you anymore. No, that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t have come back. You two were kinda starting over, so maybe he wanted to take it slow, which you were grateful for, lowkey.

A sharp knock on your dorm door shook you out of your thoughts. That must be him. You opened the door to see your boyfriend giving you a small smile. You failed to return it as he pulls you in for a quick hug and stepped aside to let him inside. He started to talk a bit about his day, but you weren't listening, and you felt bad that you weren’t listening, but you needed to get this off your chest.

“Aaron…we need to talk. Well, I need to talk, and you need to listen, then decide what you wanna do afterward. I just need to get this off my chest.” You blurted out, interrupting his rambling. He looked confused, taking a seat at your desk. In the look of confusion, worry seeped through. It seemed like he was panicking on the inside, but doing a good job to look calm. He was doing a good job, but you could read people easily. 

He’s probably worried that you're breaking up with him.

You wanted to sigh. You weren’t, but after this, you were sure he was gonna want to break up for good.

You sat on your twin xl bed, facing him with a sincere expression. “There’s no easy way to say this, Aaron. But I have to. I had sex with someone else during our break. I’m so sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Your boyfriend blinked a few times and let out a deep sigh. “Um, so there was another guy?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Yes, there was, but I promise I ended it when you came back. I feel bad, but you were gone and dodging me, and I know that’s not an excuse but-“

“Y/N…it’s cool.”

You could’ve sworn a record scratch played in your head. He wasn’t mad.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows furrowed with your head tilted. Aaron let out a dry chuckle at your expression.

“Yeah, well, I ain’t really happy that you did that, but I guess I deserved it for abandoning you.”

You felt like you were dreaming. Is this real? Is he being serious or sarcastic? Was he gearing up to break up with you viciously? What was his angle here?

You shot up out of bed like a Jack in the box. “Where is Ashton Kutcher with the cameras?!”

“What?”

You got close to him. “Aaron, I CHEATED on you, and you’re ok with that?!” 

He groaned in response, which caused you to raise an eyebrow, skeptical. 

“I told you! I ain’t happy about it, but we were on a break, and you were honest. Girl, what do you want? You want me to scream at you? To break up with you?”

You were taken aback by this because what did you want him to do? You weren’t sure, but damn, it felt like he didn’t really care. You told T’Challa you were breaking up y’all’s situation-ship, and he seemed distraught. Your fucking boyfriend, on the other hand, finds out you fucked another man, and he acts as if you told him you lost his pencil or something.

Hell, you were beginning to think you would get more of a reaction if you lost his damn pencil!

However, the crazy thing is, you were somewhat relieved he didn’t blow up on you. It was a mix of emotions, and you were overall annoyed with it.

“So I fucked another man, multiple times, and it was GOOD, I mean really -“

Aaron’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Alright, you’re doing a lot. I feel like you want me to break up with you.”

You got mute, but after a while, managed to squeak out. “Well, are you?”

He finally stood up and took your hands. “No, babe. I meant it when I said I wanted us back. I can’t sit here and act like you weren't gonna meet and like other guys during our break. Like I said before, I ain’t thrilled about it, but it happened. We just gotta push through.”

You raised an eyebrow again. “Did you meet and like other girls? Because you’re surprisingly so understanding about this.”

He let out another chuckle. “I told you I was working on me during our break.”

You allowed yourself to crack a small smile. “I guess you really did.” You leaned in to kiss his lips, and after a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. For real.”

“I know you are. Now come on, let’s study.”

Aaron was at your dorm for maybe an hour before he had to go. You barely studied, but it’s ok. You could do it later. It was a little past 7. Still kind of early. You resolved things with Aaron, and you had a nagging feeling that you should resolve things with T’Challa. You haven’t talked to him since that day. It didn’t seem like anything was bad between you guys, but you still felt a pressing urge to see him. You decided to pop up, so he wouldn’t reject you. 

You got dressed in a simple, casual outfit and walked to his apartment. You remembered the number and made your way to his door. You hesitated to knock because what if he really didn’t want to see you? 

You didn’t get the chance to knock because the door swung open, and there was T’Challa, clad in his black v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. It took everything, and I mean, everything for you not to look down. He was stunned to see you, and you gave a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m sorry for just dropping in on you, but can we talk? Please?”

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted to smile at you, but couldn’t. In all honesty, his heart was happy to see you, but his brain was angry at your audacity to show up at his apartment after breaking his heart. But with those eyes of yours, he just wanted to give you whatever you wanted. The problem was…you wouldn’t let him.

T’Challa finally mustered up some words for you. “Y/N, now is not a good time.”

You felt defeated, but you should’ve expected that answer. 

“I get it, but I just wanted to say-“

“Hey, T'challa, where’d you get that soap-“ a girl popped up from where his bathroom was, and her eyes fell on you. You recognized her. Nadia Richardson. She was a girl you had class with a few times, and let’s just say the classes weren’t the only easy things. 

Don’t get it twisted. You were very hoe-positive and not a slut shamer, but this slut needed to be shamed. She flirted and ended up sleeping with many men on campus, single, married, in a relationship, you name it. She didn’t care who she was sleeping with. She was an attractive woman and felt like everyone deserved a piece of it.

And it seemed like T’Challa was one of them. Her first professor. She must be fucking ecstatic. 

“Oh hey! I recognize you! Y/N, right? We had classes together!” Nadia must’ve seen the expression on your face and giggled. “Oh, this isn’t what this looks like! He was helping me with these upcoming finals! I was a mess, but he really fixed me!” 

She was grinning now as if she was mocking you. Your blood began to boil, and you sprinted away from his door. 

“Did I say something wrong?” You heard Nadia ask as you ran away. 

You couldn’t believe this. He really was fucking her?!?! A student? So quick after you two ended?! You felt like you couldn’t breathe with how furious you were. Hot tears were pricking your eyes as you continued to stomp away from that disgusting display. You fucking knew it. He was some sick professor that preyed on students, and your dumbass fell prey to him. 

You were not aware T’Challa had chased after you until you were finally outside, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. He had been calling your name the whole time, but you couldn’t hear in all the anger. 

“Y/N! Will you please calm down?!”

You pulled away from him roughly and gave him a huge shove to his chest.

“CALM DOWN?!?!! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN YOU GOT SOME BITCH FROM CAMPUS IN YOUR APARTMENT?!”

“Y/N, lower your voice please let me exp-“

You shoved him again, this time, the hot tears fell. “I KNEW YOU WERE A DIRTY DICK PROFESSOR THAT WAS OVER HERE PREYING ON STUDENTS! YOU WERE GIVING HER THE FIX TOO, I SEE!”

Now T’Challa was mad. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!”

You sarcastically laughed. “Oh yes! But I FUCKING FOUND IT! I should’ve never fucked your nasty ass!”

You turned on your heel to storm off, but he prevented that by grabbing your wrist roughly. You looked in his eyes, and you could’ve sworn you had never seen him that pissed before. You almost swallowed nervously.

“I did not fuck that woman! But even if I had, that is none of your concern! You ended our relationship to be with your boyfriend, correct?! So why are you still concerned about me?! Why did you even come here?!”

You finally swallowed and pulled your arm again, with no success. “I wanted to fucking talk to you! I didn’t wanna be on bad terms with you-“

“WELL, WE ARE. UNDERSTAND?! YOU CAN NOT BREAK MY HEART, AND COME BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO ASSOCIATE WITH YOU! HOW INCREDIBLY SELFISH ARE YOU?!?!” 

That was it. He finally burst. You were still trying to register what he just said to you. Break his heart?

T’Challa’s face softened, and he loosened the grip he had on your wrist. 

“I loved you. Loved you more than he did. I did everything I could to show you that I loved you, but you wanted him. I would have given you the world if you asked me to, Y/N. But you did not want the world from me. You wanted it from him. Even after you wounded me with your actions and now your words, I still love you.”

You don’t know what possessed you to do this, but you did it. You slapped him. Right across the face. You did it hard as hell too. He was shocked by your action. You were somewhat shocked by your action.

“You’re a fucking liar.” You hissed venomously. “You don’t fucking love me. You ran into that hoe’s arms right after I left! And now you wanna say you love me?!”

T’Challa‘s anger came back. “What are you doing here, really? Wanting to talk to me?! As if you care about me?! As if you love me?!”

“I DO! I FUCKING DO!” You shouted out, shocking him and yourself. It felt like something that was waiting to burst out of you, and it finally did. You felt relief, but you were still so fucking mad at him.

He finally let your wrist go completely. “I see I am not the only fucking liar here.”

His words cut deep. You were hurt. He denied your love, but hell, you did the same thing, so how could you really talk?

More tears fell, and you wiped them away, quickly. You took a deep breath and chuckled dryly.

“You know what? Go to hell and take that fucking slut with you.” You spat and turned to storm away, but you turned back to let out one more thing before completely walking away.

“And you’re right. I am a liar. Because I fucking hate you.”

You didn’t know when you got back to your dorm, but you did. Through the tears you sobbed while walking, you managed to make it to your dorm safely. You hated him, but you loved him. You love him. It took a minute to realize, but you did. If anything, you’ve been in denial about it because Aaron was all you knew. How could you let go of all you knew? 

Maybe you held onto the thing making you sad because once upon a time, it made you happy.

You fucked up. You hurt T’Challa and yourself by being an absolute fuck up. In reality, you didn’t deserve him. You clearly weren’t the type of girl he should love. Maybe he’ll find love with Nadia, and she’ll finally sit her lil nasty ass down. You had it coming.

You were scared to love him, and now you lost him.

Amid your sobbing and wallowing, you finally noticed your group chat had messages and, before you could read them, Melanie was calling you.

“HOE!!!” She screamed as soon as you answered the phone. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t.

“What’s up?”

“Were you not looking at the group chat?! Bitch, we're about to go to this party at GSU. You down?!”

You shook your head as if she could see you. “I don’t think so. I’m not really up to partying.”

“Come on, bitch! Let’s go! We gotta party one time before we really gotta focus on finals! We deserve it! Besides, doesn’t your boo go here?”

She’s right. Finals was about to whoop our ass, and Aaron did go to GSU, the college thirty minutes away from yours. Fuck it. Let’s party and see your actual man instead of thinking about that stupid man you still love.

You got off the phone to get cute, and your friends came to get you an hour later. When you arrived at the party, it was loud and looked fun as fuck. Once you walked, Mel immediately went up to a guy, and Cass went to go get a drink. Ari stayed with you, being just as asocial and anxious as you are. Soon after, a man asked Ari to go dance, and she looked at you for permission. You silently gave it to her, and she went on her way. Now you were alone. You sighed deeply. This was trash. You should’ve stayed in your dorm. You really weren’t in the mood to party. 

A minute or two later, You decided to follow Cass’s lead and go get a drink. Maybe you just needed a drink or 2 or 5 or 10. You didn’t see Cass where the drinks were. You shrugged this off and continued getting a drink. As you were sipping, the three stooges ran up to you, with calm but panicked looks on their faces. What was going on?

“Hey, this party is actually wack. I think we should go.” Mel stated as the rest of them agreed with her easily. What the fuck is their problem?

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night. There’s probably another party we can go to.” Cass chimed in.

You looked at all three suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you guys? Your niggas did something?” You snorted before taking another sip.

“No, but yours did,” Ari mumbled under her breath, causing the other two to hit her. You didn’t hear her though.

“What?”

“Nothing, sweetie. We should just go!” Mel attempted to push you out of the kitchen while Cass and Ari followed behind. Once you almost made it to the front door, you glanced to your right, and think it was the alcohol affecting you, but you only had one drink. Were you drugged?

“Hey guys. Is it just me, or is that Aaron kissing a man?” You questioned, giggling at how ridiculous that might’ve sounded. When your three friends stopped, hung their heads in defeat, and sighed, right then and there, you knew you weren’t drugged. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you, and what you were seeing was real life. 

“You guys…Why the FUCK is Aaron kissing a man?”

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A/N: uh oh! Did anyone see that coming? I know I did because I am the author 😇 I do wanna make a few things clear:

I do not condone homophobia so please know this isn’t the direction I am going in with this story. Reader will NOT be homophobic, and I’m trying my absolute best to make sure she doesn’t come across as so. 

This bombshell moment has always been intended since the beginning of this story. It's not something I threw in for the hell of it lol. If you reread the parts and even this chapter, the hints were there!

That fight between you and T’Challa was whew! But let’s see how and if we come back from this! 😉

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[bucky-h0e]

Of Summer Days and Winter Nights

Medieval Fantasy AU! Knight Bucky x Princess Reader

Synopsis:

As courting season approaches, King Clement II wishes to find a lover for his dear daughter, Y/n. She will be Queen of their land, one day in the distant future, one who serves their people well. But he knows the hardships all too well; he knows his daughter just as well. These hardships are meant to be shared, a ruler meant to be supported by the ones they love, but he will not always be around for her. So, he calls for a festival to celebrate the season, inviting all available bachelors and bachelorettes to his kingdom, he prays for someone to catch the eye of his precious girl.

He just did not anticipate it being one of the three most well known knights of the realm. One Sir James 'Bucky' Barnes.

Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Taglist: OPEN

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A/N:

Hi everyone! This will be my very first attempt at writing a written fic, so please have patience with me. Chapters may be slow coming out, most likely two weeks apart, however I will send some notifications out. I am hoping for it to only be a short series and that you'll enjoy it!

If you would like to be added to the taglist, then please let me know! I will eventually do requests but I'd like to get this series started first! Please be sure to like it, reblog it or comment if you enjoyed it!

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[multiversalfandomwriter222]

ANOTHER LIST

Since I'm also a huge comic nerd, I've decided to give y'all one list of all Marvel and DC characters you can also request! If y'all want too!

Bruce Wayne

Tony Stark

Clark Kent

Frank Castle

Jason Todd

Natasha Romanoff

Diana Prince

Barry Allen

Bucky Barnes

Kate Bishop

Rachel Roth

Wanda Maximoff

James Howlett

Oliver Prince

Koriand'r

Dick Grayson

Red Robin

Superboy

T'Challa

Killmonger

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker(Any of the three)

Shuri Udaku

M'Baku

Captain Marvel

Aquaman

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Damian Wayne (AGED UP)

Joker

Bane

Harvey Dent

Jeremiah Valeska

Jerome Valeska

Penguin

The Riddler

Lex Luthor

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[milady-pink]

I’ll never forget the fact that Chris Evans got Mike Wazowski’d

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[atzinbyvalentine]

#winterpanther #tchallaandbucky

T'Challa travels back in time to prevent Hydra from seizing a powerful vibranium shipment. He thought it would be quick and easy, but being a black man and "weird" in the 40's decade would only get him into trouble, before it became clear how rich he was. Only Sergeant Barnes and Captain America help him navigate the old New York, especially "Bucky", who was not the disturbed Winter Soldier who tended goats in the border village. Flirty and handsome, like the brilliant soldier that only Steve Rogers remembered, but now, the king of Wakanda also saw that side of him.

Senses clouded, but with a knowing smile on her lips, she approached James. He put the glass of whiskey back on his desk, dedicating his concentration to observing the man's new arm, and how he enjoyed healthy metal as part of his body.

"It's been a long, long time" sounded faintly from the nearby player, almost the same as the time when the two of them were alone in that room, almost a century ago.

"Do you want to brand new your arm, James?", the king approached the soldier, extending a hand for him to take it.

"Feels familiar," he took T'Challa's hand, trying not to show his blush with his downcast eyes.

"I feel the same".

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[webtrinsic1122]

My Marvel Zombies AU’s & HC’s & Ideas:

Based On the What If Episode:

* Since Peter’s webs only last two hours he probably had to either redo the sky base over and over again or they had to keep moving.

* At first Peter was probably paired with Happy, Kurt and Hope came from San Fran together, Bucky and Sharon teamed up and then Okoye came last alone and that’s how they came together.

* Spider-Man has a decent chance at winning against Thanos since he can probably easily rip the mad titans decaying arm off - Gauntlet included.

* Scarlet Witch is no longer a threat cause she’s no longer in that universe at all. (Oof what if that causes an incursion?)

* Peter, Shuri, and Scott may actually be the only hope for the world in Wakanda for now - them being the most likely to concoct a cure.

* Peter’s one of the more careful of his multiversal counterparts cause his phone isn’t cracked lol.

* Hope probably enlarged ants for Peter to hang around with.

* T’Challa takes Peter under his wing because hey he already has a little sister, a little brother isn’t anything too new.

* The Cloak of Levitation flits between Scott and Peter, mainly staying with Scott’s head for transport and stuff but Levi probably sleeps with Peter to help his nightmares.

* De facto leader of the main squad was Hope since she assumed responsibility but Bucky did a lot of the dirty/hard work, while Sharon acted like the leader but was not.

* Kurt somehow made the best food with what little they had, man was frying food they didn’t know could be fried and they loved it.

* Happy helped a lot with the cooking.

* Happy took main responsibility over Peter, but once Hope entered the picture he got displaced in the slightest. Still he worried and denied letting Peter do reconnaissance and such at the start - not trusting Hope to keep him safe but had to relent do to circumstance.

* Hope did not take needing Peter’s help lightly, terrified and ashamed because they clearly asked a lot of him. Peter making them their structures and handling the heavy stuff, not to mention his spider-sense.

* Sometimes they all got really annoyed by Spider-Man constantly recording and taking pictures but they figured his little hobby was keeping him happy so they try not to be snappy but Bucky and Sharon fail at that from time to time.

* Peter has a massive hand sanitizer collection, they all appreciate it and wonder where the hell he’s keeping them and getting them.

* Shuri, Peter, and Scott watch horror movies together in Wakanda, eventually T’Challa and the other Dora Milaje join in and start to understand Peter’s references.

* They manage to get vision back who is very confused about what happened to zombie Wanda but they have no explanation so he resolved himself to helping them advance to find a cure.

Based On the Released Show Information:

* Since we don’t see the queen herself, Xialing, assuming that she is gone: Shang-Chi becomes protective of Kamala, taking her in as a little sister figure since he didn’t get to be with Xialing growing up.

* Deathdealer notices and is like we should train her how to fight like us and Shang-Chi gets super defensive because he won’t let Deathdealer train her after he trained him.

* Kate helps Katy get better with her bow, and there ends up being so much confusing and funny/scary moments when their similar names/ skill sets get them into trouble.

* Kate has to kill Zombie Clint but timeline wise she doesn’t know him personally but it still breaks her heart she has to kill her childhood hero. (Makes sense because in the art we see his zombie corpse filled with her arrows)

* Since it seems like Shang-Chi has been bit since his arm is decaying and the rings are stopping the process, Kamala often worries about him and he worries he’ll turn and hurt Kamala so to make him feel better she crystalizes over her skin around him so if he did turn and bite her he couldn’t.

* This new gang runs into the SKRULL gang, and they all randomly expect a fight but then their like wtf would we fight let’s help eachother and they merge.

* In the What If Episode they say the Virus is brain stuff and since we see zombie Ikarus we know even as androids they have brains so, all those left alive are baffled because ikarus is not a superhero they’ve seen before but clearly his outfit designated him as one before hand.

* Kate and Yelena don’t get along at first at all, but warm up to one another.

* Alexei is actually really protective of Yelena in this setting. Doing more dangerous stuff since his armor will protect him more than her outfit does.

* Jimmy Woo is the dad of the group, especially towards Kamala and Shang-Chi

* Katy, Shang-Chi, and Kamala on more than on occasion have given their position away from being too loud

* Yelena has berated both Alexei and Shang-Chi for trying to punch a zombie in the face, claiming it’s why Shang-Chi’s arm is probably infected cause he cut his skin on teeth.

* Jimmy is weirdly competent with Death dealers throwing knives, mainly cause his magic trick practice.

* Yelena, Jimmy, and maybe even one of the SKRULLs is who figures out a signal that tells them to head to Wakanda.

* Yelena teaches Kate some moves, as does Deathdealer, but Yelena oversees that and makes sure it doesn’t get too much for her.

* RAIN CHECK I FOUND ON THE ART THING WE DO SEE WANDA IS BACK IN THEIR UNIVERSE SOMEHOW SO CONSIDER HER A THREAT

* Ghost is probably the scariest zombie, because she can still utilize her power so she is the biggest threat.

* Zombie Abomination is a great physical attacker so Shang-Chi uses the rings against him but since it’s muscle memory, abomination puts up a good fight since his lessons with Wong.

* Shang-Chi bemoans seeing abomination like “I know you! Cant you give me a break!” But since Emil is a zombie it doesn’t really matter. Just yells and attacks while Shang-Chi sighs and groans and fights.

* Zombie Okoye nearly gets back into Wakanda because she has the key with her tattoed lip.

* Kamala doesn’t know what to feel about zombie captain marvel, terrified and broken. But it’s her who has to defend against her hero.

* I’m sorry someone’s gonna laugh at zombie cap still fighting while cut in half.

* Also braggadoom is who my friends and I assume is the big guy in the back but that’s speculation since we’ve never seen him in mcu canon.

* No idea if we will see how Namor and his people will handle the virus or if they’ll have to underwater. Who knows.

Someday I’ll have even more but for now enjoy all this.

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #marvel zombies #marvels what if #kamala khan #death dealer #shang chi #katy chen #kate bishop #yelena boleva #jimmy woo #peter parker #shuri #tchalla #scott lang #hope van dyne #marvel #mcu

[kittybeewillows]

Collision Course Part 2 (A Modern AU Fic with Artist! Namor and Scientist! Shuri). Part 1 here.

Edit: got my ao3 account!! All updates will be there from now on. See the story here.

"Where the hell have you been?" Erik called out from under the aircraft's belly.

Shuri rolled her eyes. Her cousin had grown up in the United States, which explained a lot of his manners. 

Then again, he was right. She was indeed late. 

Shuri had promised him that she would help him fix his aircraft, which he affectionately called Killmonger. She hated the name and she never failed to remind him of how dark it is. 

"Cousin, you are not in a rush to go anywhere are you?" Shuri teased. If anyone else tried to make light of Erik's sentence, they would be met with her cousin's fists. 

Instead, Erik rolled out from beneath the machine and threw an oily rag at her. She swatted it away and smiled, getting to work. 

Erik was to remain landlocked in Wakanda after being caught smuggling vibranium out of the country. It was a political nightmare for T'challa, but deep down, Shuri understood why Erik did it. It would help countless other countries in need. In the end, T'challa also understood this eventually and initiated programs to help the outside world while keeping the world's only vibranium deposit secure. 

Shuri's thoughts trailed back to Namor. He was obviously not Wakandan, therefore he must have been one of the recipients of her brother's program. Which means he was a brilliant man in his field. 

She remembered his art. Scenes of a beautiful island with brilliant colors adorned the pages. Shuri has never seen color used that way.  There was no doubt that he was worthy to be one of the selected outsiders to visit Wakanda, for the betterment of both of their countries. Shuri allowed her thoughts to linger on his face a little more. His ears and nostrils were both pierced, adorned with jade of all things. He was a beautiful man.  A smile crept across her face without her noticing.

"You seem a little too happy today, cuz," said Erik, peaking from the window.

Shuri ignored his jab, but wanted to learn more about their nation's guests. 

"Did you see the cultural exchange fellows?" she asked, trying to remain as neutral as possible. 

"Nah, I don't have time for that," said Erik.

"You were supposed to be a consultant for the project remember? You're also partially the reason that they are here, cousin," replied Shuri. 

Erik smiled a little bit at that, but chose to reply with a question instead. 

"Someone new caught your eye?" he said. 

Shuri blushed, suddenly remembering a crooked smile and a fleeting handshake. Erik laughed. For one of the most brilliant minds in the world, Shuri was easy to read. Not that she made any effort to conceal herself or her feelings. 

But she will not have it from Erik today. 

Shuri raised a blowtorch and lit it. "Mind your business or Killmonger gets burn marks," she warned. 

That shut Erik up for once. 

As Shuri worked, she suddenly remembered that T'challa had invited her to the ceremonial dinner welcoming the foreigners. Shuri did not think much of it at first, as she usually did not like attending her brother's political engagements.

T'challa did not admit this outright but the dinner, and the program as a whole, was still political in essence. Her brother was pushing for an inclusive, open door policy, which was controversial in their once-hidden nation. If the program was successful, her brother could enact even more positive changes to the world, not just Wakanda.  

Of course then, it was suddenly clear to Shuri that she must go to the party. She must support her brother. 

It definitely did not have anything with the  man who had the most piercing brown eyes she had ever seen. 

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(You guys, thanks so much to the positive response to my first drabble!!! I didn't expect it much from it. This time I wanted to explore Shuri's feelings. She is definitely more logical and rational than Namor, whereas Namor is rash and passionate. She is still a brilliant scientist who just happens to have mechanic skills on the side ofc. Some things don't change across the multiverse methinks. I also have loose ideas in my head of what I want to happen to certain characters other than Namor and Shuri but long story short, no one is dead here and everyone is a normal person trying their best in this version!!)

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[wakandamama]

To the shawties asking me for more Euphoria smut fics... (And imma hold your hand when I say this, with love and care)

No✨😌

The reason I only wrote Fezco fics was because he was the only person depicted in the show as my age range (early 20's) and Angus Cloud (may he rest in peace) was fine as hell to me. I would and will never write smut about any other character in that show.

Also I have my own extremely different beliefs about death and on what you bring back though the intentions of your actions that are a mix of being Black Pentecostal and other things of spirituality/my personal work that I don't feel safe explaining here.

Those beliefs just stop me from writing Fezco fics in the way I've been doing due to Angus Death (same thing happen with T'Challa fics after Chadwick's death of you noticed that). I quite literally draw a mind blank when it comes to writing those characters in a certain way because I've been raised and still believe a certain way when it comes to thinking and portraying the recently dead or those of meaningful worth's to you's death.

Like yeah, I will write about those characters again one day (I still do character study pieces about them even) but it will be in a more detached manner and probably won't happen for a while due to my personal grief in losing those people who were meaningful too me (and I don't wanna hear it about how they were actors I never meet, that still provided meaning and connection to me with their great work and attitude they put out into the world)

If you like my smut writing, please just re-read what I've already posted. Just search for Master list or Playlist or Black Girl Reader on my blog and I promise you, you will find it. I also write stuff that isn't smut so you may request that as well!

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[chadwickbosemanfanfic]

Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

THE INVITATION (P 2/3) (fan fic)

(Let me know how you feel about this first series!)

Evalyn pushed herself up on her elbows, her sight blurry. She winced against a bright light, shielding her eyes with her forearm. Closing them tightly, she gave them another try to adjust without the pain. No luck. She moaned against the sharp pain in her left temple as she looked around the room.

Her eyes darted from the bookshelves, a picture where a mounted TV screen should be, abstract paintings on the walls, statue figures in the distance behind her that looked like African kings and queens, and beautiful furniture pieces that made the space look unused. She gasped when she noted the oversized shirt covering her breasts. “Where are my—,” She tore the thick blanket off of bare legs. She stood with intention to get a closer look of a family picture placed on the fourth row of book shelving that framed the picture placed as the center focal point of the space. “Where the hell am I?”

“Los Angeles,”

She dived back to the couch. “OUCH! Shoot, shoo-shoot!” Stubbing her toe on the low coffee table, she ignored the pain and scrambled to return the blanket, covering her thighs. “Who buys a table that low!” With her legs still under the blanket, she stood on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. The T-shirt pooled around her hips. Peering over a tall table and stool, she noticed the open patio door where the sun beamed inside. Stretching, she squinted against the sunrise and noted someone wearing white pants, dark socks, a green shirt and a bracelet or watch on his wrist. Hand behind his head. Hair coiled. Tapered sides. From her view, she could only see his profile. But even then, he looked like—

He cut his eyes at her, turning his head slightly. “I thought it was nice. Came with the house.”

She gasped, popping down out of view. She closed her eyes. An image—or memory?—shot through her mind. It was an image that felt like it had happened before. One of her making a decision she would not make sober. The two of them. Get it together.

His expression had been unreadable but she knew he had taken her all in within that quick moment as she had him. His words were even. Expression was pensive. No smile. Thoughts in his eyes like he knew secrets she hadn’t made yet. To her, it was as a look that would have been more seductive under the right circumstances. Wait, it was Meghan. Her damn edibles. You’re not really here. Open your eyes and relax.

She opened them.

She peeked back over the table and stool again. There was a smirk pulling at his lips. “Wha—,” she laughed, more at herself than at the thought of him. “What the hell is wrong with me,” she closed her eyes, laid back. “Evalyn, get it together. Get it together. Come on, girl, get it together,” she laughed again, rubbing her temples. “What the hell did you do last night, dammit? Think, thin—,”

“Nothing happened,”

Her eyes shot open again and she set back up.

He was standing in the patio entrance now, leaning against the frame so casual like all of this was normal. His arms were crossed with hands tucked under the armpits of his shirt. He kept his distance so she could collect her thoughts. He had seen her arrive at the premiere and was introduced to her on the dance floor and was instantly intrigued by her quick wit and delicate gestures. She had mannerisms that were fluid and warm. Joy in her eyes that made her look like she was smiling even when she wasn’t. When she had slipped her fingers into his and guided him away from the crowd and cast members to a spot of their own on the dance floor, he had followed her lead. Gestured for his team to stay where they were. She was harmless. Though she had lead them during a song perfect for twerking, she’d opted for a bold and seductive face-to-face cute two step that ended with a playful embrace. Without much time, it morphed into a more intimate one when he searched her eyes, listening to every word she spoke. And she spoke fast. Her arms around his neck. His hands near her waist, a thumb playing with the chain accentuating her figure while she continued on. He nodded and laughed in all the right spots. It felt good to just listen. Not to be asked any questions. Not to hear anything about who he was or what he does. In that moment, holding her and listening to her talk about a research article that she couldn’t wait to finish while standing in a sexy leather skirt and halter top, he knew there was more to hear than what met the eye. Not that what met the eye wasn’t already enough. He cleared his thoughts of the night before. Focused on her now.

“Wait, this—You?” She looked around for Meghan, who was nowhere to be found. No sign that she had ever been here. But, there was Evalyn’s clothes neatly folded on the arm of an opposite couch. Her eyes darted in his direction. “Who undressed me?” His eyes were genuine. Calm. She didn’t stare long. She lowered her stare back down to the blanket.

“You said you were hot and that you couldn’t breathe. Then, cold. Couldn’t keep anything down. Despite asking for food,” he slipped his hands in his front pockets. When she met his eyes again, she had an apology or embarrassment in hers. “Guess you had an eventful night?” He smiled, but he didn’t hold it long once he noticed she was not comfortable with this information. “They’re washed,”

“You undressed me,” she felt exposed. Her breasts were free. She felt no bra under the shirt. “Did we… ?”

“No,” he answered firmly. “And technically, you undressed yourself. I helped you put on the T-shirt,” Chadwick watched her closely. He wanted to tell her that he hadn’t seen her fully naked but he couldn’t lie. He didn’t want her to feel more uncomfortable than she already appeared. Or worse. Though, he wondered how much she didn’t remember. She seemed completely present last night from when they met in Harlem to the flight to Los Angeles. Well, until about 30 minutes after eating the edible Meghan pulled out of her purse.

She rubbed her temples. “Are you really Chadwick Bose—Am I crazy? Am I dreaming? What—what is happening? Where’s Meghan?”

“Yes, no, no, you both traveled to Cali last night after the after party for the fashion show today. Return flight in about,” he glanced down at his watch. “Twelve hours. My guess is that she’s with Stephan,” he gestured towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

“Stepha—? Who? Please forgive me but I still don’t quite understand. Why—how am I here? Am I really here?”

His eyes narrowed. “You really don’t remember?”

She glared around, pulled at and slapped the blanket. “Where’s my phone,”

He crossed the living room, grabbed her cell from atop the bookshelf mantel. When he stepped to her, she avoided his stare but she could smell him. He smelt fresh. She could see her reflection in the phone screen. Her hair was a mess. Lips stained from the lipstick and sure to disappear whenever she quenched her thirst. Though, her Chanel fragrance was still lingering from her wrists and neck.

“I’ll take the water. Do you have a charger,” she tapped the phone screen with the length of her nails. “Doesn’t have a charge.”

He went for the charger first. “Plug is behind the couch, table. To the left.” Then, he went for the water. When he returned, he set the glass on the surface of the coffee table as she fumbled around with pressing the power button of her phone, wishing it could turn on without a substantial charge. She lingered, tapping at the phone longer than necessary. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was nervousness or shame.

“Do you know her number? You can use my phone. Or, I could call Stephane,”

“Yes, thank you. If she’s with—I’m sorry, Stephane?”

“Stephane James,”

She nodded, but she didn’t know him. “Please call him.”

He noticed she was avoiding looking at him too long. “There’s a bathroom down to the left and to the right. If you need it,” he pulled his phone from his pocket, gestured in the general direction of the bathroom, turning his back to her and heading for the patio to give her some privacy.

“Do you have any…,”

He looked over his shoulder.

“Um,” she smiled, but it was weak. “Thank you for the water and apparently for your help to survive the evening,” she shook her head. “I’m usually never this irresponsible—,”

“You had a good time. I can’t take full credit. Meghan threatened to hire someone to kill me if anything happened to you. Not exactly in those words,” he laughed. She finally smiled. “What do you need,” he turned to fully face her, phone to his ear.

“A pair of sweats? Shorts?”

“Oh, of course. Just a moment,” he took the stairs.

She watched him. His shoulders were strong. Back full and carrying his shirt around his fit torso. When he glanced back, she quickly looked down and poked at her phone. “Why don’t you have a charge,” She was whispering, mimicking the sound of disappointment.

“No answer,” he announced. “I’ll send him a text.”

She nodded. Faked disappointment, again.

When she noted he was up the stairs and completely gone from her view, she brought the phone screen closer to her face, wiping at her teeth.

He jogged back down. She heard him coming before she saw him. She lowered the phone and pretended to be adjusting the charger cord. When he extended a pair of black sweats, she finally looked up at him long enough for her to feel a jolt in the pit of her stomach the moment her eyes met his. A surge of awareness bonded the chemistry between them. The exchange required no words. The silence felt like a question and answer they both shared. Though she knew it was best, she didn’t look away. He smirked. Held back a smile. And just like that, they both burst out into laughter and she snatched the sweats from him. Dropping her phone on top of the blanket, she spun the air with a finger.

“Oh, excuse me, my bad—,” he turned away, started walking.

“Don’t leave,” it was an abrupt request. He stopped, remembered not to look back. “I’m just getting a little comfortable now that I realize you’re not a creepy serial killer in a Chadwick Boseman costume,” she giggled to herself. She had to pull the drawstring to its last stretch. Tied it firmly. “Finished!”

“Me,” he pointed at his chest. “You wake up in someone else’s home and you assume I’m the creepy serial killer,”

“It’s a classic plot twist. Waking up in a strange place with a killer licking his knives,”

He laughed.

She smiled. She got back in the cozy spot she had been sitting. “For the record, you lost,” she watched him take a seat on an opposite sofa, bringing his hand behind his head and slouching like the way she discovered him. Now, his eyes were seductive. But she knew it wasn’t intentional. Though, it made her want to keep teasing him anyway. “You do realize I get to tell people that I beat—THEE—Black Panther in a staring contest?”

He frowned, but he was smirking. “So what? No one will believe you,”

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Sure they will,” she looked down at the screen of her phone illuminating on top the blanket. “The tabloids certainly will believe me once I take pictures of this amazing living room,” she went to her camera and lifted the phone. She stole a few shots of him on the couch. She squealed when he stood. He was smiling but it was sly. She wasn’t sure if he was going to try taking the phone so she didn’t risk it. She shot up from the couch and made a run for the bathroom. When she felt arms wrap around her waist, she fell into her weight and he came down with her on the floor. She was on all fours and tucked the phone close to her stomach.

When he heard her still laughing, he knew she wasn’t hurt.

“I wasn’t going to delete the picture. I was going to look at it,” he was telling the truth but she didn’t believe him.

“Why don’t you have a full carpet on these wooden floors,” she giggled, pushing his hand away from accessing the phone. The effort made her spin and she rocked back off her knees, her back bumping against his chest.

His reflexes jerked his head back and to the left of hers so that she didn’t head-butt him with the quick motion. From such an intimate angle, he could smell the fragrance on her skin more clearly. Just as he was about to pull them both up from the floor, she looked over her shoulder at him.

Their eyes met. This time, they were too close in proximity to divert their energy elsewhere. Their eyes lowered on each other’s lips. She suddenly smiled, shyly covering her mouth with her fingers.

“I know my lipstick is a mess,” she giggled, dropping her eyes. “Stained lips are—,”

His left hand came to her chin, gently lifting for her eyes to return to his.

“You use humor as a form of avoidance,”

Her brows frowned, slightly. “Not all the time,”

“Now?”

She offered a closed smile as her answer.

He scanned her face. Then her eyes. “I’m glad you told me not to leave your side on the dance floor,”

Her eyes narrowed. “I did not,”

He smiled, nodded.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m such a light weight,”

“Not exactly,” his chest bumped into her back gently. She realized she was leaning against him for support.

Her eyes bucked in surprise. “Hey, be a gentleman. I’m sensitive,”

“I do it too,”

She frowned, unsure.

“Humor for avoidance, sometimes,” he smirked.

“You call that humor?”

“Relative,”

“I suppose so,” she playfully bumped against him. “Meanie,”

“Evalyn,” his voice grew serious. “In an effort to being a gentleman,”

“Um-hmm,” she kept her eyes on his, her response low. Subconsciously matching his tone.

“Can I kiss you?”

… (to be continued)

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[arieyla]

i write fanfics about black panther characters. characters i write about :

shuri

t’challa

riri

and some about oyoke.

i write about these genres :

angst

fluff

alternative universe (au)

and a bit of smut.

i will be taking requests so if you want something wrote then lmk! :)

xoxo, arieyla ᯤ

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[coloring-for-a-marvelous-cause]

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[justagirlwriting]

Goddess Interrupted - Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of death, torture, blood, nightmares, and cursing.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Tony x Pepper, Wanda x Vision, Bruce, Thor, Loki, and Sam, T’Challa, Shuri, Okoye

Word count: 1939

His hair hung from his face in such a delicate manner as he slept in his little hut. I had arrived a few minutes ago to ask him if he wanted to take a walk with me. But with how peaceful he looked I chose not to bother him and let him get the sleep he needed. I walked out of the hut and into the sunlight. I thought back to the memories I saw last night in Bucky’s mind. One of which was when he got to see sunlight again. The feeling of the sun on his face, what little there was showing, caused him to smile under the mask. He was quickly reminded that this was temporary, and he would soon have to go back underground. I savored the sunlight making a mental note to never let it be underappreciated. “Can you tell us where you learned those fighting moves?” Okoye asked me as she walked up to me. Shuri was standing to her left and T’Challa was on her right. 

“If I did, I'd have to kill you. It’s a secret I promised myself I would take to my grave. And a very full grave it will be.” I walked towards them moving the conversation away from Bucky so he wouldn’t wake up.

“Is the soldier awake?” T’Challa asked. I shook my head, “Ah well he needs he rest anyway. I do wish you’d enjoy your stay just a bit more. Wakanda has always been welcomed to you and yet you've never explored it?” A question I am sure he's been dying to ask. Wakanda is full of such amazing and Earth-shattering inventions that would blow the minds of so many engineers and scientists. 

“Wakanda is beautiful. Her beauty deserves to be shared. And ever since I helped you and you opened your borders to me, I’ve waited for this moment.” I replied to the king who understood just what I was trying to say.

“What is your point? What moment?” Shuri looked puzzled. Though I could understand, she’d never been in love like we had with the desire to experience something new with the person you love. 

“You know for being the smartest person in Wakanda you can be a little slow sometimes,” the King looked at her laughing. 

“The moment is Bucky being here. I want to see and experience Wakanda with him.” I held a handout to her. And she took it without hesitation. “I have experienced many things in my long life. Some of which I will never get another chance.” I closed my eyes and showed Shuri what my home planet looked like. Her face lit up and she laughed. “Others I hope and pray I will get to share with others.” I showed her the ocean full of colorful fish and coral. How the sun’s raise danced in the water and how the seaweed drifted with the water. Then I showed her space. The vast stars and colorful gasses that looked bright and alive. “But with Bucky I want him to get and have anything good and amazing that this new life of his offers.” I let go of her hand.

“That was beautiful. You saw all of that?” The big smile that formed while I showed her what I had seen never fell. 

“I lived in the golden palace for 200 years. I lived amongst the stars for 900 and I lived in the oceans for 7. I have lived a life full of breathtaking beauty and amazing wonders that I wish I could show you Shuri.”

“So she gets to see all those ‘beautiful and breathtaking things’ and we just get to stand here and wonder forever?” I held my hand out to him. “I’m only joking, I'm sure Shuri will tell us all about it on our way back.” I shook my head in agreement. 

“Are you coming with us?” Okoye asked me. I sucked in a breath and looked out into the forest. 

“No, I think I am going to go for a small walk in the woods.” We said our goodbyes and they turned back to the palace. I looked back at the hut and heard Bucky still sleeping. I started my walk toward the woods. Shur, Okoye, and T'Challa were not too far away from me when a golden ring appeared around my feet. “GUYS!” they turned to me to see what I was seeing. “WHAT THE F-” I fell through the ring and landed in a room. 

I looked up as the ring closed, “Y/N, are you…” T’Challa was cut off. I got to my feet and turned around to see a man wearing a red cloak and a blue suit of some kind. I was about to charge him when a figure in the corner of my eye moved. I faced it and found Thor. I was frozen in place the last time I saw Thor. I had gotten into a screaming match with him that almost ended with the both of us in the S.H.I.E.L.D. infirmary. 

“Sister.”

“Don’t you dare sister me. You asshole.” A new ring of golden light appeared above us. And a man in a black suit fell through and landed on the ground. “Is this something you normally do?” I turned to the wizard.

“I have been falling for 30 minutes,” I recognized the voice immediately. Loki, my other lying and deceitful brother. He raised to his feet.

“You can handle it from here,” the wizard says to Thor. 

“Yes, of course. Thank you very much for your help.” Thor shakes the wizard's hand. As another ring appears besides the wizard. 

“Good luck,” the wizard whispers to Thor. 

“Handle me, who are you?” Loki conjures his daggers ready to murder the fucking wizard that brought us both here. And honestly, I don’t blame him. 

“Loki,” Thor attempts to calm his brother. I stand there staring at all of this not caring what happens just wanting to get back to Wakanda, to Bucky. 

“You think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for one minute you, second rate....” Loki charges at the wizard. 

“Alright, bye bye” the wizard moves the golden ring toward us. Loki falls into the grass and Thor, and I are standing there as the golden ring disappears. 

“No no. Gods Damn it. Thor what the hell did you do I need to go. I can’t be here with you. And not just because I loathe your guts.” I storm towards Thor. “Get me the hell back.” 

“Y/n?” Loki has gotten up and is staring at me. “You’re alive?” 

“Oh shut the Hel up. I know this routine Thor played stupid when I saw him for the first time since. I know you knew so don’t even try.” I am beyond fierce with these too. But my eye catches something much more blood boiling.

“What are you…. looking at?” Loki looks at where my eyes have landed. I look around and it's only him. Our father, the bastard that destroyed my life. I storm over to him, anger rising higher and higher with every step. Thor following closely behind me, “What...? Ugh” Loki taking his spot at the end of the line. 

“You! You low, evil, manipulative, lying, waste of useless trash,” I grab him by the back of his collar and throw him to the ground. Thor picks me up and hands me to Loki so he can help our father up off the ground. “Unhand me you vile ugly frost beast.” I wiggle and squirm in Loki’s hold, but he doesn’t let go. “Thor, you bastard tell him to let me go. Or I swear you are next.”

“Y/n. I’m sorry.” I hear my father speak. “I thought I was doing the right thing. Doing what I had to do for our kingdom.” I stopped moving and after a beat Loki let me go. “I never thought you’d come back.” 

“You sold me to him. You forced me to endure 900 years of never-ending pain, and suffering. Made me believe that my family didn’t care whether I lived or died. My soul shattered into pieces because of you. My mind broke and my heart grew into stone. You are the reason I will spend eternity in Hel when I die.” I grabbed his collar, Thor and Loki going to grab me but stopped when I stopped. 

“You won't, I'll make sure that the gods let you into Vahalla,” He spoke, cutting me off. “I didn’t know….”

“Bullshit. Why else would he have wanted me if it wasn't to turn me into a weapon. His own weapon. He wanted power and control, and you handed me to him on a silver platter. You could have won that fight with me on your side but instead you were scared of me so you threw me away. And you two let him, agreed to let me be taken from my mother and my home.” Thor and Loki looked at me then at each other. Tears slipped past my eyes, reliving the pain all over again had my chest aching. 

“No, they didn’t. I lied about that too,” Odin spoke.

I smacked him across the face. “So, on top of everything you turned me against my own brothers? Why?”

“I needed you to believe that you had nothing left to live for so that you’d die easier.”

“WHAT?” the boy spoke in unison. I let go of Odin and took a step back. 

“Yeah, after I escaped, I landed back home. Father had me taken to the Bifrost, away from everyone so that no one would see their princess be beheaded. But you miss understood what drove me then. It wasn’t hope, no that was lost long, long before I showed back up.” Odin looked up at me, finally meeting my eyes. “It was rage. And everything that you told me drove me to want to prove you right. Prove all of you right. You believed me to be a monster, so I became one.”

“You killed all those guards.” Thor started putting the pieces together. “You said it was the dark elves.”

“I’m sorry.” Odin pleaded with me one more time. I wasn’t going to waver when my mind was set. 

“Y/n, why didn’t you call out to us for help?” Loki's puzzled face staring at the back of my head.

“I did. He blocked all messages that came from me to you, Thor, Mother, anyone. He put me there and he wasn’t going to let me tell any of you what really happened.” Thor and Loki didn’t know what to do. So they stood there and stared at their father. 

“My time is coming to an end Y/n. I am truly sorry for everything I did to you. If you could find it in your heart…”

“Heart? What heart?” I squatted down to eye level with him. “For an old dying man who realized that this is his last chance to make amends before he dies.” I leaned in whispered, “Oh, that heart died the day you sentenced me to Thano’s torture.” I heard Loki suck in a deep breath. “But I'll tell you what. I'll let you go to Valhalla to plead my case and when I come for you. You better be waiting, because if you're not I will rain Hel fire on every inch and soul in Valhalla until you are handed to me.” Tears were staining his cheeks, but my heart wouldn’t break or move at the sight. I turned away from the dying old man and walked into the grassy plains. Thor and Loki sat down with their father and talked. After a moment or two he sparkled and drifted into the sky.

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[magallancito]

Magallancito Gremory - chapter 11 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1303586019-magallancito-gremory-chapter-11?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Magallancito2&wp_originator=wyEscGvpEcSGuvFDBvbHf%2BfuRw0rn3jE3HKU6%2B%2FBobL5GI5kqyK3xh0wkfpjmDgeM%2F1%2FDMtLJUt%2FrvJYHE3SUW%2FTaiFRgrj11GBOVnBuLOgxkL%2BElLsXIkbbGiigFqk6 Being the younger brother of Rias Gremory and the crimson satan, it would not be a surprise if he had many challenges ahead of him, what if we accompany Magallancito to overcome such challenges 😉

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