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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Her Heart // Chapter 1 // Shuri

Summary: You left behind the life of a wardog and continued on as Y/N of Wakanda and the heart of the black panther. Your world is suddenly flipped upsiode down when an old target kidnaps you and the Queen of Talokan. Can Shuri keep her head on straight and get you back before it too late?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers // Mentioned Character Death

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 //

Today was supposed to be simple. Shuri would train with the Dora Milaje in the early hours of the morning. Becoming the black panther meant she had to train harder than when she would spar with you. Back when T'Challa held the mantle. You being one of the best spies in Wakanda meant you could put up a good fight. Then she would spend time with you working in the lab. You had some designs for some new weapons to show her. You were proud of them. So she was excited to see what you came up with. This was the last thing on her mind. Namor was the last thing on her mind.

"How dangerous are these threats?" Shuri asked as the council gathered in the throne room.

"Reports are telling us that Namor has resurfaced. With clear intentions of destroying Wakanda." Okoye said with her hands behind her back. Scared? No. Worried? Of course but she couldn't let the council know that.

"Namor? I thought there was a truce with Talokan?" Ayo questioned and Shuri began zoning out. Namor was still set on attacking Wakanda? After everything he's already done. Yes, Shuri demanded a truce but in the end, he killed her mother. Something she could not forgive. When will it end? Shuri refused to let someone else she cares about fall due to his actions.

"Princess." A voice tore her from her trance and she looked up to see all eyes on her.

"I'll go to the checkpoint with Okoye and Ayo. If he's planning something, I must stop him before any attacks happen. Even if that means killing him this time. We leave in an hour." The black panther sneered as she stood from the throne both her mother and brother once sat. The room remained silent as she walked out with a heavy heart. Everyone knew where she was headed. To inform her dearest of this mission. A mission she may or may not return from. Namor couldn't attack again. Hasn't Wakanda mourned enough? Buried enough. Lost in her thoughts she entered the lab, her eyes finding your form almost immediately as you talked to other scientists. A small smile appeared on her lips as you waved your hand over the floating screen.

"Good evening, Princess." You perked up upon hearing Grio announce her presence and you went up to hug her. You may be a trained spy but she's the only one to make you smile brighter than you have before. She hugged you back and you pulled back before your smile fell. Her eyes held sadness and you caressed her cheek.

"What bothers you my love?" You asked with concern laced in your voice and she kissed your palm.

"Everyone out! Now!" She demanded and all the other scientists scattered out of the lab. You looked up at her with confusion evident on your features as you sat down the clipboard in your hands.

"Why did you send them off? What's going on?" You were worried now as she took a deep breath. Whatever she was about to tell you, isn't easy for her to say.

"We've gotten reports that Namor is planning to launch another attack. Your body went still as you held the gasp that threatened to leave you.

"And who said that? Where did you hear that from?" You questioned and she held your arms.

"One of Talokan's people came to the river border last night. Told us to be ready. He wants to finish what he started." She told you and you had to hold back tears. You knew she was about to go out there. You wouldn't be surprised if she was still hell bent on killing him. After what he did to her mother.

"Are you-" you couldn't finish your sentence as she slowly nodded and a small whimper finally cracked. "Why? Why now? He has a family now, what could his reasoning be behind this attack?"

"I don't know. That's what I'm going to find out."

"You can't go out there. If any of this is true, he could very well be trying to separate you from the palace." You started to panic and she grabbed your hands.

"I have to sthandwa. I might be able to talk some sense into him. If he is planning an attack I need to know when and why." She pulled you closer by your waist, hoping to calm you down.

"No. No! What if it's a trap set for you?" You argued and she sighed. She knew you would not agree so easily. "If he does want to attack, taking you out first is a battle strategy. He almost took you from me once. I cannot bear that pain again."

"I'll return to you Y/N." She held your face and you shook your head. You closed your eyes as she rested her forehead against your own. "I promise you."

"If you die on me, I'll resurrect you and kill you myself." You stated and she couldn't help the smile on her lips. No matter how serious you were. You almost never had to use your abilities. You gave up training them after you failed to bring the queen back. Her lips found yours in a passionate kiss as if to seal the promise. Your fingers dug in her hair and her hold on your waist tightened. The kiss held much more than a promise. It meant, come back to me. I love you. Be careful. Everything you couldn't say without the dam breaking.

You didn't even hear Okoye enter the lab until she cleared her throat. "M'Baku and the Jabari tribe have been notified. It's time to go princess." The two of you parted and you bit your lips as you hugged her one more time.

"Please-"

"I know my love. I promised, didn't I? Keep the lab from falling into chaos until I get back." She asked before backing away from you. The two of you didn't release the hold on the other's hand until she had gotten further away. You felt empty when her hand slipped from yours but you held up. No more tears. She was gonna come back. You had to be strong. She was the black panther. Everything will be just fine. You still followed behind her as the two went to the elevator.

"I'm gonna see you off." You told her and she nudged you with her shoulder. You looked over at her trying your best to keep the tears in your eyes. She rested her forehead on yours and you sighed as you leaned into her. The doors opened and the wind from the royal jet had your curls blowing in the wind.

The aircraft had been prepared and you walked out with Shuri. Intertwining your hand with hers as you neared the landing dock. She squeezed your hand in reassurance which you greatly appreciated. On the outside you may have it all together. But you were torn apart on the inside. You can't lose her. Not now. She's to become your wife in a couple of months. And you hers. When the time came she turned to you before kissing your lips one more time. It was quicker than the one you shared in the lab but held all the same passion. You watched as she walked into the jet with Okoye and Ayo not far behind. Aneka walked up to you before putting a comforting arm around you. Just like you, her love was going on what could be a suicide mission. You leaned into her embrace as you watched the jet disappear into the clouds. A light hand on your shoulder tore your attention from the sky and onto Aneka. "They will be okay. She will be okay. I am here if you need anything Y/N." You nodded before turning on your heels to go to the room you shared with Shuri. There you changed into a black battle suit you had stored away in your closet. Shuri had it made for you after you fought off some mercenaries who came to steal vibranium. You let out a sigh as you prayed for Okoye, Ayo, and Shuri's safety. Your eyes opened and you quickly ran to the lab. Upon entering you clapped your hands and looked at all the scientists present.

"Okay. Wakanda might be in danger. Those weapon plans I went over with all of you. It's time. We need to get them prepared for Shuri to look at upon her arrival back to the palace." You grabbed your clipboard and turned to the page with the vibranium daggers you had drawn out. You weren't going to deem yourself useless again. "Starting with these."

// The River Border //

Shuri felt as if her heart was beating out of her chest as she used the conch Namor left behind to call to him. Her thoughts ran wild as they waited. Why would he attack now? Why does he want to attack? Wakanda hasn't done anything to Talokan to receive such threats. She just wanted this to be a bad dream so she'd wake up next to you in your bed. The sun beaming down on you making you look like an angel. You would kiss her good morning and the two of you would lay there for a while talking about the wedding. Who you wanted to invite. What type of flowers you wanted in your bouquet. All the small details.

"Princess." Okoye called out as the water rippled, showing he arrived. She balled her fist as he stepped out of the water with Attuma close behind. He seemed a bit confused with the call but stopped at the edge of the water upon feeling the tension in the air.

"Princess. To what do I owe this meeting?" He questioned as Okoye and Ayo stood on alert.

"Don't play dumb with me Namor. We heard about your plan." She spat and now he frowned.

// The Palace //

"Ms. Y/N. The queen of Talokan is here to see you and the princess. She is waiting in the throne room." You frowned at the announcement Grio made. What was she doing here? How dare she show her face in Wakanda. You shot up from the computer and walked to the throne room where Namora stood by her queen. The queen saw the way your brows nearly touched because of the frown on your face and she gave a slight bow.

"You seem troubled." She said holding a blue hand on her swollen belly.

"Why are you here?" You asked and she was a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst. You had always shown her with respect. "Shouldn't you be standing by your husband?"

"I am here because I was summoned here." She replied and now you were the one confused.

"Summoned by who?" You questioned and she was a little concerned by your lack of knowledge on the information.

"One of the Dora Milaje called from the river border. Said there was something you and the princess needed to speak to me about. But it seems you have no idea what I'm talking about." She stated and you slowly backed away.

"We didn't send anyone. It would've been one of us to invite you personally on important matters. Not Dora Milaje. Especially not a single Dora Milaje." You told her and you caught the way Namora tensed.

"Where is the princess?" Namora asked, holding her weapon. Her eyes scanned the throne room as you sped to the table and grabbed your kimoyo beads.

"The princess has gone to the river border to confront Namor. Someone from Talokan alerted us that Namor was planning an attack." You told her and she frowned.

"He has made no such plans. Someone from Talokan? That's not true." She said taken aback and you sighed running a hand through your hair. You didn't like where this conversation was going. Neither of you knew about what was just revealed. It couldn't have been-

"Shit. Namora I'm going to need your help. We both have to stay with her at all times. She cannot leave this palace! Grio lock us down!" You shouted and the queen had fear rush across her features.

"What's happening?" She exchanged looks with Namora who was prepared to protect K'uk'ulkan's queen with her life.

"This whole thing was a setup. Both Talokan and Wakanda are without their protectors. You were lured here. The queen of Talokan. Who is currently pregnant with the child of a God. Someone knows something." You told her and she froze. Fear for her unborn child's life rushing through her body.

"I'm going to do my best to keep you safe. With Namora here that's more than possible. Come, we have to get to the lab." You stretched out a hand to the queen and she took it before the two followed you to the lab. You reached the lab where the scientist seemed to be surprised that you brought the Queen of Talokan here.

"What's the progress on those weapons?" You asked and one scientist spoke up.

"98%! Finishing the last one now."

"Hurry and print everything!" You shouted as you reached for the vibranium daggers you had finished. The blades were sharp to the touch and you slipped them into your boots. The last weapon, a vibranium short sword, had finished printing as Grio spoke out.

"Palace is locked down Ms. Y/N."

"Good." You grabbed a spare kimoyo bracelet and slipped it on Amera's wrist. "This is how we communicate. If we were to get separated for any reason, you can use these to contact me. I have the earrings as well so it won't be too noticeable. They can also reach the princess. And I'm almost certain Namor will be with her."

"Grio! Try to get in contact with Shuri." A couple minutes went by and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The pounding sound of a drum causing you to lose your breath.

"She didn't answer."

"Try again!"

// The River Border //

"Plan for what exactly?" Namor asked and Attuma stood in front of him.

"Your plan to attack Wakanda a second time. You were bold enough to send a message through one of your people." Okoye spat and his lips went into a thin line.

"I did no such thing. Besides, how do I know you're not pulling something on me. After requesting my wife come to your palace after my so-called threat of an attack." He spoke and Ayo looked over at Okoye. Neither of them had knowledge of this.

"We have no knowledge of this."

"What are you on about?" Shuri asked as her kimoyo beads vibrated on her wrist. She pushed to answer them this time and Y/N was on the other end.

"Shuri! Shuri, where are you?" She asked. Her voice held panic and worry.

"We're here with Namor. He claims he doesn't even know what we're talking about." Shuri told her dearest and the other end was silent.

"It was a setup." She said and everyone's attention turned to the princess with shock evident on their features.

"What do you mean a setup? Y/N what is happening?" Shuri became confused as her dearest was panicking on the other end.

"Amera. Namor's queen, said that a Dora Milaje came to the river border saying that we requested her presence at the palace. Apparently someone from Talokan said Namor was planning an attack. When I mentioned it to her she didn't even know what I was talking about." Shuri felt her heart drop to her stomach. Everyone has been tricked. Both leaders were drawn out from their kingdoms. "My love. I believe it's best for you to return back to Wakanda for I fear-"

A/N: Her Heart!!! But I plan to condense to longer and less chapters. Hope yall enjoy!! New fics coming soon!!!

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unnecessary-sobbing · 1 year

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better than you - shuriri

PART ONE

content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing

pairing(s): shuri udaku x reader x riri williams

summary: you and riri have been rivals since you’ve started college. now you guys are expected to get along while on a mission with the new queen of wakanda. tension and new feelings grow and all shuri wants is for y’all to behave and not ruin the mission.

note: hopefully this becomes a series, but no promises bc i’m inconsistent as hell. don't know the ship yet, still working out the kinks

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riri williams, the student genius who’s good side everyone wants to be on. who wouldn’t? yes she’s smart, but she’s also charming, funny, strong, hardworking, and so much more.

you hate her guts.

not only is she smart, she’s also a smug asshole that will do anything to one-up you. you get a 99 on your exam, she’s rubbing her 100 in your face. you’re ahead of her in a robotics race, her robot blows yours up before you can cross the finish line. you make a copy of the hulk serum, she makes a fucking vibranium detector. and she does it all with the same smirk and wink.

it drives you insane.

“nice try boo.”

“awe, better luck next time mamas.”

“your design was good, just not as good as mine.”

luckily, it’s spring break and you don’t have to deal with her smugness for a week. you had an internship planned at trask industries in new york, having nothing else to do. you were excited to be able to work with one of the smartest scientists in the world. you have been following his work since you were in high school, and recently it came out that he is working on a new invention.

oh, but life isn’t fair.

yes, you were an intern, but you weren’t expecting to make coffee runs for trask. you wanted to be in the lab, watching him work and observing him in his space. you did not want to be getting cold brews.

you grumble as you leave the coffee shop, on your way back to the lab. just as you were about to cross the street, a black flying thing buzzed in front of your face. startled, you almost drop the coffee, a small stain appearing on your shirt. you tried shooing the thing away but it wouldn’t budge. looking at it closer, you realized that it was a kimoyo bead.

you let out a quiet gasp before walking to an empty alleyway, the bead following you.

“shuri?”

“(y/n), sorry for the abruptness. i need you in wakanda.”

you furrow your brows as shuri’s voice comes out of the flying bead. why does she need you so suddenly? it’s been a while since the last time you’ve seen her.

“like, now?”

“yes, it is quite urgent.”

“but i have a-“

“(y/n). you are one of the few people outside of wakanda that i trust. i cannot discuss much with you through this bead, but i believe that you might be in danger as well as many more people.”

that immediately shut you up. why the hell are you in danger? you really didn’t want to risk this once in a lifetime opportunity, but was it really worth your life? debatable, but you couldn’t work your dream job if you’re dead.

“okay.”

“good, you didn’t really have a choice. ayo will accompany you on your trip,” with that, the kimoyo bead buzzed past you. you turned around in the direction it flew and came face to face with ayo. her sudden appearance almost gave you a heart attack.

“how did you-“

“never mind that, the queen awaits you.”

she turns and starts walking away. hurriedly, you follow her to a wakandan ship.

the trip was silent as you thought about all the possible threats to you. ‘not many people know of my powers. if they did, how? how much danger am i in?’

it didn’t take long to get to wakanda, around two hours. once you landed, ayo led you into the palace and to the lab. when you entered the lab, you spotted shuri looking over holograms. you frown as you see someone next to her. you couldn’t really tell from the back, but she looked familiar. it wasn’t until you heard her laugh that you realized who it was.

no way.

“riri?”

both riri and shuri turned around to look at you. shuri walked towards you, leaving riri behind. she opened her arms for a hug and you went in, confusion still evident on your face.

“ah, (y/n) . you’re finally here, good.”

“yeah, nice to see you again. but, um, why is she here?” you ask after moving out of the hug. from behind shuri, you riri smile at you and wave, making you roll your eyes.

“riri? she’s here to help with the mission. is that an issue?”

“well…no, i-“

“i’m not her favorite person,” riri says as she walks closer to you two. she makes sure to stand next to you, your shoulders touching each other. you had an irritated look on your face as shuri looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.

“ah, well i hope you two can get along for the time being. come with me.”

she leads you and riri back to the hologram, blueprints and plans showing in mid air. you let out a quiet huff before following her. there were images of robots and weapons, notes written here and there.

“what’s all this?” riri asks watching as you reach out to one of the images of the robots and enlarging it. shuri steps closer to you, bringing a chunk of notes with her.

“plans and prototypes of weapons; weapons built to hunt down and eliminate mutants.”

you let out a surprised gasp, causing riri to look at you in confusion.

“is that why you called me here?”

“yes. we don’t have much information on the person who built it, except his shady connections. he hired someone to try and steal vibranium, which is why i was aware of this whole mutat-killing machine. you being a mutant would help us with this mission. sorry to drag you into this; you wouldn’t just be used as bait, of course, your mutant powers are perfect for what we need to do at some point.”

you stayed quiet the whole time she explained the situation. the whole mutant population was suddenly relying on you while your life was in danger as well. how the fuck are you supposed to take all that in at once? you knew you could refuse, but you know the guilt would kill you, plus the look shuri was giving you made it hard to say no.

“okay, i guess i’m in.”

“good.”

the three of you spent a good two hours going over plans and upgrades to suits. you were shocked when you found out what riri was doing that week she didn’t show up to any classes.

ironheart? that’s a cute name, i guess.

shuri had also designed a suit for you that adjusts your powers. she infused the material with your dna and vibranium so that it can phase through objects with you as well as protect you. once you guys finally called it a night, shuri led you two out of her lab.

“we will leave at sunrise, you guys are welcome to any services of the palace. the dora will lead you to the guest rooms.” with that she closed the door to her lap, probably wanting to work on a couple of things alone.

you and riri followed the warrior down the long halls in silence before she spoke up.

“never knew that you were a mutant, kinda cool.”

“hm, well i don’t just go around telling people i can phase through walls.”

riri chuckled at your response. it was a bit unusual for riri to compliment you without some sort of sarcasm or comparison.

“never knew you were some kind of superhero, that’s cool too, i guess. what was it, ironmaiden?”

“ironheart. and it’s top secret information, ma, but thanks.”

you guys make it to the end of the hall where there were two rooms across from each other. you guys walk to a different door.

“i guess i’ll see you later,” riri says, opening her door. you nod to her before entering your own room.

what did you just get yourself into?

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bestfriend491 · 1 year

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Okoye and f reader. Reader admits her love for the beautiful general.

The Honour Would Be Mine

Okoye x Female Reader

Summary: You and Okoye have been friends for years. Since you were kids. You've been each other's source of support for so long, that the line between a friendship and a romantic relationship have started to blur. The only problem is that you haven't told her that you love her. Will you get to before she starts connecting the dots.

Mostly Fluff and slight angst

Warnings: very long 4k+ words

Okoye didn't notice anything out of the ordinary about your friendship. You two had known each other for so long, after all. It was only expected that you would be close.

The other Dora Milaje could tell something was up with the two of you the moment that they saw the two of you interact.

The first day that you were in the palace, you had just retired as a war dog 4 months prior. Having almost lost your life on a mission, you decided to retire and work in another field. Luckily, Shuri was in need of a new weapons co-designer and technologist.

You studied both jobs while training to become a war dog so you were familiar and had the right requirements to work with her.

It would be a mentally taxing career, you knew that. With the mix of having to make weapons good enough to protect the whole nation, and also your deep perfectionism problem, you knew that this job would be just as challenging if not more challenging than your past one.

You were, however, very happy that you would finally be able to see your friend Okoye more often.

With her working with the Adored Ones, and you working with Shuri making weapons for them, you would probably see the person that you had secretly loved for years a lot more often.

Of course, she didn't need to know that this was the main cause for you taking the job offer, or the fact that you had only really quit being a war dog because of the way she reacted when you came back so injured. That was something that you wanted to keep to yourself.

With years of experience hiding your love for Okoye from her, you thought that you knew how to hide your feelings well.

Unfortunately for you, all of the other Dora saw right through you the moment you and Okoye crossed paths for the first time at the palace. They had all been going to their designated placements for the day, and Okoye had greeted you, choosing to introduce you to everybody else before the day's work started.

"Everyone, meet my good friend Y/n. Y/n this is everyone. That's Ayo, Aneka, Nailah…" Okoye named everyone as quickly as she could, and you waved and greeted accordingly. Though, halfway through, you stopped looking at everyone else and your eyes were back on Okoye.

Nailah looked at Ayo suspiciously, who gave the same glance to Aneka, and soon everyone except Okoye had picked up on the way that you felt.

Nobody said anything fortunately, not wanting to expose something that hadn't been accepted by the two of you. The only person brave enough to say anything to Okoye one day was Shuri.

You'd been there for about 3 weeks. Okoye had just come back from a mission in the Border Tribe and she was summoned to drop by the lab to talk to Shuri about how the new weapons developments were going.

She knocked on the door, not wanting to just enter unannounced, but Griot had already alerted Shuri of her incoming presence so the door opened for her automatically.

"Okoye! It's good to see you." Shuri greeted her, glancing her way for a moment before continuing with her work.

" Mmhm. Likewise." Okoye looked around to see you at a desk station on the right, working silently on something very small. You were in deep concentration.

"You wanted to see me?" Okoye questioned, after a long period of silence.

"Ah, yes. I wanted you to start sending me your weapons reports for the spear. Y/n has nearly finished everything that I needed done for her area so she's going to start off the new designs for the Dora Milaje for me." Shuri stated, now moving with a vile, leading Okoye following her to keep talking, walking further away from you.

"Oh, kulungile (okay). I'll do that as soon as I can." Just as Okoye was headed to leave, Shuri spoke softly, almost as if to not wake someone up.

"She really cares about you."

"Who?" Okoye asked, looking at Shuri with a confused expression on her face.

" Y/n. She barely goes a few hours without asking or talking about you." Shuri smiled, looking your way, causing Okoye to do the same.

You were still hyper focused on your work, fiddling with a program on your beads now.

"Oh, that's just Y/n. She's a very inquisitive and talkative person sometimes, you know. You get used to it though." Okoye responded, thinking that Shuri was merely expressing an unexpected characteristic about you. You didn't look like one to talk much, so it was shocking for some people to see that you talked a lot.

"Oh, no. I didn't mean it like that. She does talk, but it's only ever about you. I barely know anything about her, that's how much she talks about you. It's like listening to a concerned wife all day."

Okoye was taken aback by this. Nobody had ever said that before.

What was she talking about? You never talked about her, at least not as much as Shuri made it sound like. It was normal to ask about someone that much, wasn't it?

She didn't have much time to think about it though, because at some point, you had seen her and gotten up to greet her.

She pushed the previous thoughts out of her head, not seeing a problem with the amount that you tended to talk about her.

It was 2 months later before the thoughts crept up in her head again.

The two of you had spent the weekend together, catching up with each other while roaming the streets of the capital city in the evening, when her stomach grumbled quite violently.

"Ingaba ulungile (Are you okay)?" You asked her, not sure why her stomach made that sound when she had just finished eating.

"Sorry, I didn't eat Breakfast or Lunch today, I was so busy." She tried to lie. Seeing your face, and also knowing that you weren't dumb, she looked away from you to avoid your displeased gaze.

"They give you time to eat, Okoye. And everybody seems to know that except you." You had walked around and hung out with a lot of the other soldiers over the last few months, and they all seemed to make time to eat. To you, it was only Okoye who never wanted to sit down and eat.

"Here, have the rest of mine for now." You offered and passed her your food, not wanting her to stay hungry.

"Thank you." She said, graciously finishing it in a few bites.

"Do you want to go back to my place? I have ingredients to make food in my fridge."

Okoye knew from your tone that this was more of a command than a question. You were going to drag her to your house to eat whether she liked it or not. And with how the week had been, she was too tired to try and fight you.

So the two of you headed to your house and enjoyed the food that you cooked. The woman could admit that you were easily the best amateur chef that she knew.

She wanted to take some of the food left over with her for the rest of the week, when you stopped her with a dismissive hand.

"You can't take this. If you don't like the food at the palace, at least let me make your food for you. It will be fresh." She looked at you, not believing that you would actually do that.

"You are far too busy with work to have time to cook that often." She tried to dismiss you.

"For you, I will always have time."

You sounded serious, and that worried Okoye a lot. You really didn't have time to do that, even if you wanted to, and there was no way that she was going to allow you to stretch your schedule that thin.

"Don't bother. I'll take these and be on my way." She took the food and reluctantly left, not wanting to entertain your ideas.

Much to her displeasure though, the following work week, everyday someone from the lab would come to her, and hand her food that you had allegedly made for her to eat.

"Y/n again? '' Aneka joked, sitting down and seeing the food that Okoye was struggling to finish. The latter nodded, looking at the food like she was ready to murder it.

"She really must love you, if she's willing to wake up at 3 in the morning to do this everyday. Even I wouldn't be able to do that for Ayo everyday." Aneka admitted.

"I tried to get her to stop, but everyday it's the same thing. People chasing me down to make me eat at her request. " Okoye didn't want to sound like she was complaining. I mean, she hadn't eaten this well in years and she didn't necessarily want it to stop, but it was becoming too much for her.

She got stressed thinking about eating now, and she was also getting worried that you were waking up too early for your own good, just to make her food that she didn't really need.

She didn't want to be a burden to you, but she knew that there wasn't much she could do.

Maybe she could try to talk to you.

"I just can't seem to get that one move right. It's really starting to bother me." Okoye, sat next to you on a bench in the training room.

You listened to her while eating your dinner.

She had tried to tell you that you needed to stop making her food or she would stop eating it, but that plan had completely backfired, because now you just came to find her wherever she was, and you'd stay there to eat with her, which seemed worse than before as now she had only gotten you to spend even more time on her.

"What did Shuri say about the new additions to the spear? Are they nearly ready?" She asked.

"Ewe (Yes). You'll have them in a week or two. We're just getting the finishing touches on them and then they'll be ready for active combat." You said before you let out a yawn, trying to hide your clear feelings of exhaustion

Okoye tilted her head to the left, observing your lazy posture and deep breathing.

You were not very well rested.

"Y/n. You need to go to sleep. I can finish my dinner by myself today." You were ready to protest, knowing Okoye better than most. She wasn't going to eat if you left. Which is why you had to stay with her.

You were going to wait until at least half of her food was finished before you even considered leaving, and right now, only about a quarter had been eaten. You didn't even need to tell Okoye this. She already knew your conditions from previous days where you wouldn't leave her, even when training had started.

She had learnt her lesson then.

"This time I promise. I'll actually finish it."

You stood up, fixing your clothes, before walking over to the centre of the room.

"I'll leave," you started. "If you just give me a few demonstrations."

Okoye raised an eyebrow. "Intoni? (What?)"

"You've been talking about missing too many blindspots while training. I want you to show me a demonstration so that I know what is wrong so that I can tell Shuri to fix it." You lied again. You knew that you were going to be the one to fix it, but you didn't want to be too obvious.

"Kulungile (All right)." So Okoye stood up and showed you her biggest problems with the spear.

Staying true to your word, you let her take you to her headquarters to sleep for the night. This gave Okoye a little bit of hope that maybe things weren't as she thought. She didn't want you to cater to her and spend valuable time doing all of too much for her.

1 week later, Okoye was once again, eating her words.

"Hayi (No), Okoye, I'm pretty sure yours is the only one that does that." Ayo said, inspecting Okoye's new and improved spear, which seemed to come with an extra feature that nobody else's spears came with.

Shuri had been the one to go down and give everybody their spears back, after having them use spare ones for the past month while their ones were being upgraded.

While doing a few test runs together, Okoye had used her Kimoyo beads to look at signal footage of how her spear moved with her body, a feature that she had noticed while testing it the night before.

Everybody around was quick to come and ask her what that was, not having had that in their spears. Okoye tried to tell them that they all had to have it, since they all got the spears updated by the same person.

"Shuri?" She called the royal woman over, wanting to clear the confusion once and for all.

"Ewe (Yes)." Shuri approached, smiling at the feedback that she had been getting.

"Usebenze ngayo yonke imikhonto, akunjalo? (You worked with all the spears, didn't you?) "Okoye asked.

When Shuri nodded, Okoye smiled, having proved her point. But it was far too soon.

"Oh! Except for yours, Okoye. Y/ n did yours because she said you had some unique issues that she wanted to fix."

Everyone made sounds of conclusions as soon as your name was said.

"That makes this whole thing make so much more sense." Aneka said, gaining a few laughs from the others.

Okoye rolled her eyes, sick of the entire situation. She really couldn't get a win with you. Even when you promised not to waste your time doing things just for her, you ended up just doing them in secret.

She really just wanted you to not do so much for her. So she decided that you couldn't possibly be able to interfere if she never expressed a need for help to you.

Hopefully that would help you rest more.

Okoye and Nakia breathed heavily, making sure that the last of the sudden attackers in the big building was gone.

They were in Chicago, helping Shuri gain some Intel on some newfound threats that had been roaming around, supposedly looking for a stolen vibranium item that they planned to use to create a replica of the substance. That was not good for anyone, as now there was a potential for many more threats if someone got their hands on this item.

No nation besides Wakanda knew how to use Vibranium properly so leaving it in the wrong hands was far too dangerous.

The mission turned south when the few threats turned into many, and the 3 had retrieved the item, but had made the threats very angry by doing so.

They had been trying to get home for a few days, but Wakanda's borders were surrounded and it felt like there were thousands of people in this secret gang, ready to kill them the moment that they tried to leave the hotel.

"We don't have anywhere else to go? Not one secret hideout that they wouldn't be able to find us in?" Nakia shook her hand at Shuri's question.

Too many people could know about Haiti, or even the other places that they had built outreach programs and hideouts in.

They were trapped.

"Wait. I might be able to know someone who can get us out of here." Okoye declared and immediately felt a shiver go down her back just thinking about having to do what she was thinking of.

"Y/n? " Shuri guessed, and Nakia raised an eyebrow, looking questionably at the way that Shuri mentioned her former war dog mission partner.

Okoye sighed, nodding silently. Saying a prayer to herself.

She had been trying to keep her distance lately, giving you more time to sleep and rest. You were still by all means a force to be reckoned with, but she had gotten you to loosen up more, so you hadn't done anything extreme for her in a while.

Now, she was going to have to ask you for the biggest favour that she ever had. And this one, she knew that you weren't going to like.

She rang your beads, because she knew that you were not in the lab today.

"Molo (Hello), Okoye." Your face came up, you were in casual wear, nothing fancy for a day off. You looked at the 2 other women standing next to Okoye, all 3 of them looking quite dishevelled.

"Oh. Molweni (Hello) Is everything going okay down there? You all look terrible." You said.

"Y/n. I'm sorry to even have to ask this. But can we please use C'Chowe. I know you don't like allowing anyone to use her, but we really need to right now."

You looked at the holographic Okoye in front of you, in complete shock that she would even mention C'Chowe in front of other people. This wasn't just spending your time and losing sleep on her.

C' Chowe was sacred and not something you mentioned outside of private conversations.

Her asking this was a lot, but she clearly needed it if she was willing to name her in front of others.

You sighed.

"I'll send someone to get you." You said reluctantly. There was hurt in your voice, Okoye could hear it from across continents, and she nearly shed tears at having to ask something so big of you. So she thanked you, and gave you your sacred 'We'll talk later' signal, before hanging up.

You both started to pack your bags.

Okoye looked at the two other women, who were still waiting for her to explain what exactly your all but clear call was about.

"Get packed." Okoye commanded, too anxious to be nicer in tone.

"Apho siya khona? (Where are we going?) " Nakia asked.

"And who's C'Chowe?" Shuri chimed in.

" I can't answer those questions, but it's safe. I promise." There was no protest .

One 6-hour flight and 2 fully dimmed car rides later, the 3 of them exited into an underground parking area, with spaces that led to a door.

Okoye led the way, using a key that she had been gifted by you years ago to open the door.

Upstairs, there was a fully weaponized house. Spears, swords, guns. You name it.

" This is C'Chowe. The one and only. We should be safe here. It's completely off the grid. "

Okoye led Nakia to one room where she went to call Toussaint and a few others while Shuri looked around the house.

It was nice, clean and fully equipped for battle, so there wasn't much to complain about.

But it felt forbidden. Like it was almost too secret. She didn't even know which country they were in.

"This is Y/n's sacred place. I've already broken one promise today, and I can't risk anything else going wrong, so I can't tell you where we really are. But we're safe and we'll be able to plan our return properly here." Shuri nodded, having learned over the months working with you, how important trust was to you. She knew that you must have had reasons for keeping such a random place secret.

"Intle (It's beautiful.)" She said in response, a silent declaration that she wouldn't ask any questions if she didn't need to.

"She really is." Okoye went to your bedroom, wanting to be close to something of yours for the night.

Shuri woke up in the bedroom downstairs, to the sound of pots being taken out. She got out of bed and went to investigate.

There, she saw you making food while working with your beads on the table.

"Good Morning." She made her presence known.

"Your Majesty, good morning." You smiled and turned to look at her, ushering her to come and sit on the chair next to where your beads sat.

"I have tunnels that can lead us back into Wakanda undetected without opening the border to anyone." Shuri looked at the map of these tunnels, never having heard of them or any other way for people to enter Wakanda other than opening the shield.

Seeing that she wasn't saying anything. You tried to reassure her. "I'm having one of my old underground jets be sent here so we can just rest for the day and go back tomorrow."

Still, Shuri didn't say anything. You began to worry that she might be angry at you for not telling her about this place.

"When did you build this?" Nakia asked, coming down the stairs looking a lot better than the day before.

You looked up at her, not having the right words to answer her so quickly. You decided to check on your food while looking for the best way to tell her.

"I… I built it when I got lost on our first mission together back then. I built a small hut and started storing my weapons here everytime that I would have time after missions iIt eventually turned into this house. I only built the tunnels a few years after though."

You explained, taking plates out so that you could serve everyone the food that you had made.

"You did a really good job." Nakia nodded her head in approval.

"Ndiyabulela (Thank you)." You whispered.

You waited for Okoye to come down for an hour, the two other women eating outside while you waited for her to come out of your room.

You knew that she was there, and you knew that she was awake, so you decided to take the food up with you to talk.

"Ngena (Come in)." Okoye's voice came as you approached the door, having knocked yet, but she had heard you muttering things to yourself in Wakandan.

You entered to see her in casual wear, sitting on the chair by the window. You sat on the chair next to her, handing her her food.

"Greetings-"

" Good Morning-" You both smiled, her smile having hints of guilt wrapped around it.

"I owe you an apology." She started, staring out into the window.

"I would appreciate one, but no need right now. You needed it. "

The two of you sat in silence for a while before you continued.

"I'm just sad that this won't just be our place anymore. I wanted it to be just the two of us and this place in the future, you know."

Okoye scoffed, wanting to kick herself now, hearing you say those kinds of things. It reminded her of the day that she had received your alert of her beads and had used your tunnels to get here, only to see you severely injured.

She had persuaded you to quit right then, not caring that you loved being a war dog. And although you made it seem like it was your decision, she knew that she was the real reason that you quit.

She still couldn't see why you constantly gave up so much for her and yet still wanted her around.

"You sound so confident that you'd still like being around me in the future." She spat out, the venom in your voice directed more towards herself than to you.

"I'll always want to be around you, Okoye."

"But, why? I've been trying to get you to answer that question for years now and you never tell me. Who would like someone like me enough to give up this!?"

"Me, I would. I do. I love you enough to give this up."

Okoye turned to look at you, your eyes connecting while tears formed in both of yours.

"I love you, Okoye. I want to have you in life for the rest of my life, and if that means giving everything up then that's what I'll do."

You stopped yourself from saying more, as the tears forming were getting dangerously close to being full breakdown tears.

"I- I love you too." Okoye said.

"You do?"

"Yes. I want to spend my life with you too. I just don't want you to have to give everything up just for me."

You shifted in your chair, took her hand, and kissed it gently.

"Okoye, giving up everything means nothing to me if I get to have you. I just wish to ask if you'll be mine."

Then, Okoye kissed you and replied.

"The honour would be mine."

The End

And for that split moment, things were finally okay between the two of you.

Author's Note: That was long. 😅 I'm so sorry for creating a whole story for such a simple prompt, I just got a bit carried away. I do hope that you enjoyed though.

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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Her Heart // Chapter 1 // Shuri

Summary: You left behind the life of Y/N the wardog and continued on as Y/N of Wakanda and the heart of the black panther. Everything was peaceful until an old target kidnaps you and the Queen of Talokan. Can Shuri get you back in time before its too late?

Pairing: Shuri x POC Reader

Warnings: Spoilers // Mentioned Character Death

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2

"How dangerous are these threats?" Shuri asked as the council gathered in the throne room.

"Princess." A voice tore her from her trance and she looked up to see all eyes on her.

"Good evening, Princess." You perked up upon hearing Griot announce her presence and you went up to hug her. You may be a trained spy but she's the only one to make you smile brighter than you have before. She hugged you back and you pulled back before your smile fell. Her eyes held sadness and you caressed her cheek.

"What bothers you my love?" You asked with concern laced in your voice and she kissed your palm.

"Everyone out! Now!" She demanded and all the other scientists scattered out of the lab. You looked up at her with confusion evident on your features as you sat down the clipboard in your hands.

"Why did you send them off? What's going on?" You were worried now as she took a deep breath. Whatever she was about to tell you, isn't easy for her to say.

"We've gotten reports that Namor is planning to launch another attack. Your body went still as you held the gasp that threatened to leave you.

"And who said that? Where did you hear that from?" You questioned and she held your arms.

"Are you-" you couldn't finish your sentence as she slowly nodded and a small whimper finally cracked. "Why? Why now? He has a family now, what could his reasoning be behind this attack?"

"I don't know. That's what I'm going to find out."

"You can't go out there. If any of this is true, he could very well be trying to separate you from the palace." You started to panic and she grabbed your hands.

"I have to sthandwa. I might be able to talk some sense into him. If he is planning an attack I need to know when and why." She pulled you closer by your waist, hoping to calm you down.

"I'll return to you Y/N." She held your face and you shook your head. You closed your eyes as she rested her forehead against your own. "I promise you."

"Please-"

A/N: My first Shuri fic! I'm excited. I'm going to open my ask box in case you guys have any questions or want to know about a taglist. Hope you all enjoy reading this one!

#black panther shuri #shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri fanfiction #wakanda forever #namor #poc reader #her heart fic #mcu shuri

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and jack - using tanks to battle

requested: yes/no

this is part 11 to the great adventures series

it was now 5 am you had been on facetime with ranboo since he started streaming at 10 pm neither of you was going to sleep anytime soon

“isn’t it like 5 am for you”

“trying to get rid of me then”

“no no no soon enough I’m going to be stuck with you pretty much 24/7”

“heh? aren’t you staying with tubbo when you come to the UK?”

you watched his face turn red thinking that he had said something that he wasn’t supposed to tell you it was only when he looked up to see you with your head tilted he realised you weren’t aware of what was going to happen in the following weeks

“I will tackle you in the middle of the airport if you don’t tell me what you tubbo and lani mean when you all make comments about me constantly being around yous”

“I cannot wait to see you try”

“I'm blocking you”

hours passed and it was now time for you to get ready to go meet the others you left your phone on your bed whilst you went to get ready by the time you returned ranboo had fallen asleep

“goodnight boo not long now till you’re in the UK, you’re asleep I’m talking to myself goodnight”

since your parents had to go to work they offered to drop you off on the way, the journey to meet the others was pretty uneventful you just spent the time talking about how streaming was going and future plans. that was until your parents mentioned ranboo was flying over soon

“your friend is flying over soon right?”

“ranboo oh yeah yeah he gets here on 26th as far as I’m aware i’m going to tackle him in the middle of the airport”

“great great you’re going with tubbo to meet him, do you know how long you’re going to be out”

“..no why? shouldn’t be too long”

“don’t worry about it darling we’re here now oh look here comes tubbo”

as soon as the car stopped you laughed as you noticed in the corner of your eye tubbo running towards the car you said your goodbyes as you got out of the car and was instantly pulled away by tubbo

“oh oh okay tubbo I think I can walk on my own bud”

tubbo completely ignored every word you had just said and continued leading the way to the others where you were met by Tommy shouting about tanks and jack pretending not to know Tommy.

the four of you went to get ready, a simple enough task or so you thought as when you looked up you noticed Tommy was putting the outfit on the wrong way around

“Are you sure it’s safe for Tommy to drive a tank..”

“help me then”

“no”

a few minutes later the four of you were now equipped with your rather baggy army uniform safe to say if it started to rain you'd have to deal with getting wet as if you put the hood up it would cover your eyes taking away your eyesight which is unsurprisingly important since you were about to drive a tank for the first time. as soon as you all thought you were ready to go to the tanks tubbo announced that although it’s a bad time he needs to go to the toilet

“he’s fucking waddling”

“y/n be nice to your best friend”

you stood laughing to yourself as Tommy was arguing with Jack about how he’s your best friend, not tubbo.

“believe it or not I’m their best friend”

“elaborate on that”

“no”

“i’d argue ranboos their best friend”

halfway through their ‘argument’ tubbo came back and rested his head on your shoulder making you jump

“you're so tiny”

“I beg your pardon tubso”

the worker came over taking you all to the tank you would be driving putting Tommy and jacks argument on hold, for the time being, you were honestly so excited to drive a tank but you were also nervous as you weren’t exactly a great driver

“y/n doesn’t have a license can I get out the tank when it’s their turn”

“you crashed your parents' car fuck off”

before you all got in you were informed that the tank wasn’t designed to take you on adventures so you were probably going to get injured

“great cant wait in you go Tommy”

Tommy got in first followed by you then tubbo and jack

“draw me like one of your beautiful tank girls”

“I failed GCSE art”

“HOW”

“that my friend is a story for another night”

now this tank wasn’t designed so three of you could look out from the top of the tank so you did what every sensible person would do in a tank…you sat on the floor next to tubbo whilst he annoyed jack by touching his face

“y/n you okay down there”

“having the time of my life”

you could hear Tommy revving the tank and from then you could just tell you were going to leave the tank covered in bruises. you sat talking to tubbo and jack who were talking louder than usual just so you could join in the conversation. not seeing what was happening made the tank ride interesting, to say the least. one minute you were messing with tubbos shoelaces the next minute you heard three boys yelling that there was a cow in the middle of the road. it was now tubbos turn to drive and rather than letting you stay with the others he dragged you with him

“you’re driving next may as well stay with me”

“Please don’t crash I will get injured”

“to be fair y/n I didn’t plan on it”

you sat near tubbo watching him drive the tank occasionally yelling words of encouragement at him for your own entertainment and totally not to your surprise he was actually doing a decent job, he didn’t crash, the tank was going quicker and the ride wasn’t as bumpy then tubbo stalled, you could hear Tommy and jack yelling at tubbo to do more killing. you laughed as tubbo would look at the worker then at you not knowing what to do

“Are you ready to drive y/n”

“I guess so”

you and tubbo swapped places and you began to drive like your good friend tubbo you were decent at driving as you managed to pick up some speed along with many comments from jack and Tommy about how bumpy the ride was alongside tubbo yelling at you that you were going to be responsible for the bruises on his arms and legs

“tubbo stop being dramatic it’s not my fault the road is bumpy”

“Y/N I'M NOT”

“Okay then you’re responsible for the bruises on my arms and legs because you decided to stall”

It was now jacks turn you sat next to tubbo where you and Tommy argued that you didn’t like how Minecraft split the caves and cliffs update into two parts

“IT SAID CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE AND IT DIDN'T ADD CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE”

“you're such a tory y/n agrees with me”

“NO I DON'T I WANTED TO EXPLORE PRETTY CAVES NOT GET CHUCKED OFF OF A CLIFF BY A GOAT”

the three of you continued arguing your points before jack interrupted you all

“we’re talking about the new Minecraft update…because it was you we weren’t really paying attention”

“I DROVE BETTER THAN ALL THREE OF YOU”

“but no you didn’t”

“YOU'RE A PRICK MANIFOLD”

before Jack could answer Tommy began ranting about the update again before being once again interrupted by jack telling him you were about to shoot things and then go up against a tank that was miles better than the one you were all in, the one thing they didn’t know is you would be going with the boss against them just so you could actually have a role in the mini battle rather than just sitting there. you stood shaking your head as Tommy and tubbo made jokes about the balls you were all given

“say it”

“I like balls”

“jack they’re talking about balls…again”

Tommy was first to shoot whilst you and tubbo stood telling jack that the two of you would be the reason you win the battle against the boss, jack went up next and you both were telling Tommy that you weren’t scared of the boss after the last bit of practice you all went back to reception with the worker where he announced the roles you were all going to have

“so my aimer loader and driver”

“Are we allowed to ram tanks”

“no”

jack was the first to realise you hadn’t received a role for the fight against the boss and spoke up about it making tubbo and Tommy realise you did in fact not receive a role

“wait what about y/n they didn’t receive a role”

the worker just nodded at the four of you confusing the hell out of the others while you stood looking around the room to avoid laughing, you didn’t want the others to know so said you’d be back later you just needed to go to the bathroom. rather than going to the bathroom you went off to meet the boss before the others and decided what role you were going to have.

after discussing what role you were going to have the pair of you went back to meet the worker to let him know you have a plan

“LOOK ITS THE BOSS”

“…and y/n”

“oh now we’re losing”

the worker went up to their table to create a plan, once you watched the worker walk away you made your way over to the table they moved to where Tommy was having a ‘date’ with a mannequin

“Woah am I interrupting something”

“I'm on a date y/n”

“y/n you really had to leave me with tubbo and Tommy”

you whispered that you were sorry so Tommy and tubbo couldn’t hear then turned your attention back towards Tommy’s date which wasn’t going very well as Tommy accidentally pulled the wig off of one of the mannequins only to find out that his ‘date’ was also wearing a wig.

it was now time for the battle clearly best friends think alike as you and tubbo both had the role of driver. you and the boss made a strong team and you surprisingly got along well with each other which made teamwork easy making you more of a challenge for Tommy’s team

“yooo this is amazing”

“you’re doing great y/n”

as soon as the boss made the final shot you cheered

“do you think we won then y/n”

“I'm not sure they did put up a good fight”

“come on let’s head back so you can be with your friends again”

the pair of you made it back after thanking him you ran to tubbo, who for some reason was on the floor, and tackled him into a hug before sitting next to him

“AH FUCK”

“HI TUBSO WHY ARE YOU IN THE MUD”

“BECAUSE WE WON”

“mhm sure”

“What role did you have y/n”

“driver”

“NO WAY ME TOO”

your celebration was short-lived as Tommy decided to chuck mud at the pair of you yelling catch when it was far too late to react, you both looked at each other nodded at chucked mud back at him and jack

“ayo we hit him”

after playing in the mud with tubbo for a while jack called you both over to hear the scores and find out who won

“Why do you both have smiley faces on your face”

“y/n used mud to draw a smiley face on my cheek so I got revenge”

in the end, Tommy's team got 10 and began celebrating that they had won

“the boss and y/n got 11”

“LETS GOOOOO”

after bragging about your win you and tubbo ran off throwing mud at each other and Tommy whilst Tommy and jack bickered about who made them lose a few moments later you and tubbo looked up to see Tommy running past you both

“I don't think he's taking the news well”

you all made your way back to the car park Tommy and jack left together tubbo stayed with you waiting for your parents to pick you up on their way back home.

“you could just stay the night at mine..we could stream for a little while I’m sure you’ve left something that you can wear for the night and tomorrow and to be fair you stay at mine all the time”

“yeah I probably do I’ll call them on the way back to yours”

“come on let’s go home”

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sohnswoo · 2 years

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ITZY REACTION: GETTING MATCHING TATTOES WITH THEIR S/O

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A/N: just came across the news of Ryujin testing positive for covid - get well soon love 🥺🤍

YEJI:

LOVES THE IDEA. Would let you choose the design and just everything - not because she doesn't want to, she just trusts you that in the end it will be THAT one tattoo, you choosing it means a lot to her. (You wished that she would choose your one tho but shh), dw Yeji will ofc choose yours, and its actually a really pretty, cute and also meaningful tattoo. Would take a lot of close-up pictures of it and shows it to midzy a lot.

LIA:

would be shocked at first, would ask if you're joking and look for cameras lmao. But nope, you meant it. Every bit. By getting matching tattoes (I will never befriend the word itself, it just goes from tattoo to tattoes and tattoos I AM SO SORRY), you would also 'declare' that this ain't just a 'meh relationship' and you actually LOVE her, since it's not something you would do just based on 'ayo, lets get matching tattoes for no reason'. Would fall in love with the tattoo, and the fact you got it as well, makes her feel so loved <3.

RYUJIN:

Instant smiling like there's no tomorrow, would actually be down for another one. She actually planned this, she asked you beforehand on how you would describe her and yourself with one word and when you told her, she would get you her word tattooed on her and vice versa. <3

CHAERYEONG:

would tell you in a joking way 'Y/N, if I die I blame my whole existence on you, keep thaT IN-' would be squeezing your hands when the tattoo would be done on her wrist. Afterwards, she would always look at the small (but meaningful) thingy and smile to herself. 'Y/N, don't tell the others I chickened out, pleeease~"

YUNA:

would be so surprised when you dragged her to a tattoo studio right after having a nice dinner at home, would be clueless what was about to happen lmao. She likes the tattoo though and when she saw you getting a quite similar one to hers as well, she would burst into tears and slap you playfully across the shoulder lmao

#itzy #itzy reaction #kpop reaction #yeji #hwang yeji #lia #choi jisu #ryujin #shin ryujin #chaeryeong #lee chaeryeong #yuna #shin yuna

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katsukimuse · 3 years

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Single Father Bakugou x Kindergarten Teacher Reader HCs

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Ayo! Thank you for reading! Please enjoy and if you like it leave a heart and if you're feeling generous please comment and reblog! Laters✌-Opie

Bakugou would be a DILF regardless so let's get that out the way right now

He and his wife got divorced when their son Kotu was two years old

Bakugou has been single ever since

Hes been focused on raising his son, being the number one hero and dealing with the bitterness of his ex

Okay so backstory done

He feels awkward walking his son into school by himself the first day

His ex wife had an important meeting to attend and unfortunately couldn't take him

That had been one of their problems, she was career driven and oriented

Something he had once loved and admired about her

Kotu clings to his father's side, hiding behind him as he looks around at all the other kids with both their mommies and daddies

You see them as soon as they walk in

Bakugou isn't hard to miss

And the women are all looking at him and gushing about how cute his son is

He seems to take it in stride, the only sign of agitation being the twitch of his eyebrow and a wrinkled nose

You notice the boy has broken off from the group of admierers and was standing awkwardly by the window

You walk over to him, kneeling to his height

He is the spitting image of his father

Except for his nose

He must have his mothers nose

But those eyes and that hair

That's all Bakugou

"Hi Kotu, My name is Y/N. I'm excited to have you in my class this year."

He just looks at you for a moment, tiny hands close to his chest as he takes a step back

You can tell he's a gentle child, not at all filled with wrath and rage like his father was when he first became a hero

"I....I told my dad I didn't want to be here." His voice is soft and quiet, eyes darting around in search of his missing father

"There you are kiddo. Lost you in the crowd." Bakugou finally made his way over, placing a giant hand on Kotu's head and ruffling his hair

"Katsuki Bakugou, or Dynamite." He smirks proudly at you, expecting you to fawn and gush like most people normally do

Instead you smile at Kotu and stand, taking his hand

He doesn't miss how soft and delicate your hand feels in his

"Y/N L/N. Ill be Kotu's teacher this year."

You don't comment on the mother not being there

The tabloids had done a good job of tearing Bakugou and his ex to shreds in a media frenzy, you weren't one to judge and it wasn't your place to ask

"Daddy. I don't want to stay here." Kotu tugs on Bakugou's pant leg

"Damn brat-"

"Ah. Ah. Ah." You point at a jar on the corner of the desk. "Swear jar."

Bakugou raises his eyebrows at you

"Excuse me?" He expects you to blush or stumble when he speaks down to you like that, as if you have the authority to correct him

"Theres a list of words you can't say in the classroom. At the beginning of the day everyone is given a piece of candy. If they are mean or cruel to another student they put their candy in the jar and can't eat it at the end of the day. Kindness is the most important lesson I want to impart on my kids before they leave me for first grade. So Mr. Dynamie," you wave at the jar. "If you'd be so kind?"

Bakugou and Kotu are both stunned. No one ever talks to him like that or scolds him

"Tch." He bends down to hug his son. "I promise buddy your mother will be to get you at the end of the day."

"But I wanna go with you Daddy." You kneel down beside Kotu again, smiling kindly

Bakugou can't deny you're cute. The light summer dress you wore was beautiful, with creame pumps and the pink rose design on the dress looked familiar, maybe his mother designed it? He didn't know, all he knew was you were one of the good ones. He could tell

"If it puts you at ease Kotu you can sit up front by me. I know new things can be scary but I promise you'll have fun."

Reluctantly Kotu let's go of Bakugou, who pats his head, eyes flickering once more to you before heading to the door

He slips a few bills into the swear jar on the way out, hoping you wouldn't notice

You did.

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A Happy Accident

A/N: The other day I found out that Chris Evans may possibly have a sex dungeon? I don’t write real people fics but I knew I HAD to write a Steve Rogers fic about this because I mean...c’mon. Also the text conversation in the fic is indeed a real conversation between my friend and I.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub, flogging, being tied up, penetrative sex, honorifics, praise kink

Word Count: 5.4k

You knew there was trouble before you even reached the meeting room, it was like a palpable tension you could sense coming from the conference room. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was to come as you walked in and took your usual spot next to Natasha.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” You questioned her, murmuring under your breath since nobody seemed keen to speak above a whisper for the time being.

“Some kind of security breach, we don’t know how bad yet, we have to wait for Stark.” She explained, speaking in clipped tones. She seemed nervous, which was understandable given the circumstances. A security breach could mean a number of things, none of them good. Anything from weapons tech to secret identities could’ve been revealed in the breach.

The tension seemed to come to a head when Tony and Steve walked into the room. Everyone erupted into a flurry of activity, peppering the two men with so many questions it was hard to make out what came from who.

“What was taken?” Someone asked.

“Was it anything serious?” Someone else wondered.

“Do we need to scrap the new suit designs?” You asked, adding your voice to the babble.

“Okay everyone settle down and give Tony some room to think.” Steve urged all of you, forming a one man barrier around Stark. Which you had to admit was rather effective. Once everyone reseated themselves and Steve gave Tony a nod, Tony cleared his throat.

“By now you all have obviously heard that there’s been a security breach. We don’t know who is behind the breach but so far all that was leaked was text conversations of the following Avengers; Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and Y/N.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were a target in the security breach. But why? Why you specifically and why just your text conversations? It seemed rather harmless considering everything else they could’ve taken.

“Luckily Wanda doesn’t really text anyone because everyone she knows is here. As far as Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are concerned they only leaked conversations from your work phones, meaning your personal phone security isn’t in question.” Tony reassured you all. Well, it reassured Sam and Bucky at least.

“Um, what do you mean ‘work phone’?” You asked, looking around with a puzzled expression on your face.

“You do have a burner phone for personal use, right?” Nat asked from beside you. Now your heart was located somewhere in your feet.

“I didn’t know I needed one.” You whispered, barely contained horror edging its way into your voice.

“Well, I mean what’s the worst that could be there?” Sam asked, trying to reassure you. Luckily, or unluckily enough, you didn’t have to answer that question because within the coming days they would all find out.

After the meeting you tried to go about your normal routine and ignore the security breach as best as you could. That got considerably harder the following morning, when the hacker released your private conversations with your friends for all the world to see. They went something like this:

Sarah: Do you think Steve Rogers is good in bed?

You: Obviously, dumb question.

Sarah: Do you think he’s kinky though?

You: Oh 100%, no way he doesn’t have a secret sex dungeon or something.

Sarah: Since you’re an Avenger now you should try to find out.

You: HAHAHAHAHA that’s hilarious and something I’ll never do, in reality. But in theory PUT ME IN COACH! I bet he would probably make me sign an NDA and I would totally be down for that.

Sarah: I’ll sign a DNR

You: HAA, I would sign the NDA but also have to tell you what’s happening and then I would make you sign an NDA.

Sarah: Then you’re breaking the NDA??

You: Not if you don’t tell anyone goddamn be cool.

Sarah: It’s the principle of the thing

You: ...I wonder what kind of dom he is

Sarah: Idk if he’s a daddy. He feels like a Sir or Master. I also think he doesn’t have soft limits, only hard limits.

You: as much as I would like to think he’s a pleasure dom I don’t think that’s true

Sarah: I agree

You: Maybe a brat tamer?

Sarah: That feels too tame for him.

You: Okay so then just a no holds bard whipping dom. I would wait all day in his sex dungeon just to lick his boots when he came home. Does that make me depraved? Probably.

Sarah: Possibly, I also think he’d degrade the shit out of you, like kinda pet play shit. I also think he has a spreader bar collection. Aaaand an overstimulation kink.

You: Oh agreed, that and edging. I feel like he would edge you for hours and then leave to go on a mission or something and you’re not allowed to touch yourself and then he comes back hours later and you’re just aching for release. And then only after you’re BEGGING he would let you come.

Sarah: Oof. How much do you wanna bet his dungeon is like a sensory deprivation thing? Think about it, hours upon hours of not having any form of relief, after begging nonstop, no real form of your senses and then BAM normal orgasm but heightened to the absolute max.

You: YEP! I bet he’s like the king of aftercare though, like 1000/10 so sweet. Like Steve Rogers is legit such a nice human being so I assume aftercare is the same.

Sarah: AYO SIR LEMME BE YOUR SUB

You: GOD FORREAL!

Needless to say, you did not leave your room that day. The next day you tried to get away with not leaving your room again but Nat was having none of that.

“Come on Y/N, I promise it’s not that bad, I’ve said much worse.” She assured you as she practically dragged you out of your room and into the elevator.

You buried your head in your hands and let out a frustrated scream. “He’s a coworker, Nat, and I totally objectified him and basically said all the filthy things I wanted him to do to me.”

“And I bet he’s real flattered about it! The man needs a good ego boost every now and then.” She replied with a laugh. To which you responded with another frustrated scream and a kick to the elevator doors as they opened. “I bet he didn’t even read it, I doubt anyone on the team did.” She said, sounding certain in her own thinking. She half convinced you until you walked into the training room and every pair of eyes turned to you, including Steve’s baby blues. Fuck.

“Okay we’re working in a group today people, focusing on enhanced individuals with external powers. Wanda and Y/N against Sam, Bucky, and Steve.” Nat announced, opening the door to the special training facility. So you and Wanda wouldn’t trash too much of Stark’s equipment with your powers.

“Hey Y/N, you been to any good sex dungeouns recently? I’m looking for one.” Sam quipped as you made your way to the starting point. Before you could even think about what you were doing the smell of ozone was ripe in the air and you sent a bolt of lightning hurtling towards Sam who was barely able to dodge it in time.

“Sorry...hand slipped.” You mock apologized, making it clear that you would have another ‘hand slip’ if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. He got the point well enough but the damage was already done. The tension was worse now than when you first found out about the breach, everyone trying not to bring up the elephant in the room.

Nat cleared her throat and started her countdown and then the training began in earnest. After an hour you were all panting and sweating, utterly spent from your session. Steve passed everyone a water bottle and you took it gratefully, chugging the cool liquid in earnest. It was then that another comment was made, this time by Bucky.

“Thanks for the aftercare daddy.” He mocked as he opened his own water bottle. Once again the smell of ozone was in the air but you didn’t have a chance to meet your target before Steve had Bucky pressed against the wall, his forearm digging into the other man’s throat.

“That’s enough.” He growled through his teeth. Everyone was silent for a minute and you almost felt sorry for the deer in the headlights look Bucky was now wearing on his face, almost. A shower of frustrated sparks extinguished all the lights in the room as you stormed from the room, embarrassment trailing after you.

That had been four hours ago and you hadn’t left your room, despite Natasha banging on the other side of your door. You had asked FRIDAY not to open it for anyone unless given your express permission. It seemed even the AI knew what kind of a mess you had landed yourself into, as she was immediately understanding of such a request. You were in the process of ordering a burner phone off of Amazon when there was a knock at your door.

“Nat, I don’t care how many books you offer to buy me, I’m NOT coming out of this room.” You yelled into the empty space of your room.

“Noted, but uh, it’s Steve. Can we talk?” You were at the door before he finished his sentence. You opened it no more than a crack, not courageous enough to do more.

“I don’t wanna talk to you, I’m mortified.” You mumbled, looking down at your feet instead of the imposing figure outside of your door. Steve gently pushed on the door with his hand and you let him open it the rest of the way. He brought gentle fingers to your chin and tilted your head back so you were looking into his eyes.

“There’s nothing to be mortified about, sweetheart. I just wanna talk.” He replied beseechingly. And maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the way he looked at you, but you relented and let him in, closing the door softly behind you.

“Listen, I’m really sorry for what I said. I obviously never thought it would see the light of day but that’s not an excuse and doesn’t make it okay. Fuck, Steve I’m so sorry. I can get reassigned if you want, have SHIELD put me somewhere else.” You rattled off apologies and half baked plans before you felt his hands gently clasp your shoulders and once again you were forced to look up into his eyes which had gone saucer wide.

“Doll what are you talking about? You don’t need to be reassigned, it's not that big of a deal.” He said, in an attempt to comfort you.

“Not a big deal? I practically accused you of having a sex dungeon and being a mega dom.” You blurted out, mortification making your voice rise half an octave.

He let out a soft sigh before he sat down on the edge of your bed, “It’s not like you were completely in the wrong.” He replied, and that’s when your brain short circuited.

“What? You have a sex dungeon?”

“Well, it’s not a dungeon, it's just my bedroom, but yes I do, partake in those types of things you described.” He explained, his voice as even and calm as if he were discussing the weather.

“Oh.” Was all you could really bring yourself to say.

“Oh? That��s all? I have to say you were much more articulate in your texts.” He teased, his voice suddenly becoming deeper and taking on an air of authority that wasn’t there a second ago. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

And again, maybe it was because of his tone or because of the absurdity of the situation you found yourself in but you answered him honestly. “I’m thinking I’m absolutely mortified that my coworker found out how badly I want him to fuck me.”

“What else?” He prompted. You couldn’t breathe properly, he was taking all the air from the room and the intensity in his gaze pinned you to the spot, like an unsuspecting doe finding itself at the barrel of a gun.

“I’m wondering how correct my predictions were. What kind of a dom you are.”

“Would you like to find out?”

“Yes.” You answered before you could think better of it. The second the word left your mouth your eyes went wide at the confession. Because you did want to find out, God did you want to find out what kind of shit Steve Rogers, the golden boy, was into.

“Then we have ourselves a deal. You want to find out what I’m into and I want to show you.”

“Right now?” You asked, breathless. You could feel your core ache at the suggestion, the want plain as day.

He chuckled before he moved to stand before you. “No pretty girl, not yet.” He whispered, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek and stroke his thumb across the expanse of your lips. “First we have to talk about a few things.”

“Like what?” You questioned, completely enraptured by this man, finding yourself willing to submit to whatever he wanted you to. You were terrified by how much the prospect excited you.

“Like exactly what you want me to do to you. Your texts were very...explicit. But, that may have just been talk. I need to know specifics if this is going to work.” Steve explained, backing you up until you hit your dresser. Without a word he lifted you on top of it and stood between your legs, one of his hands tracing absent minded patterns on your thigh.

It was hard to think with him in such close proximity but you tried to clear your mind because you really wanted this, your mouth went dry at the thought. “I want...I want to be tied up. And I want to be blindfolded. And whipped.” It felt weird to lay your desires out plain before you like this. It made you feel exposed, but it was also oddly empowering.

Steve nodded his head at your requests. “You mentioned something to your friend about edging and orgasm denial, is that something you still wanted to try?”

“Yes, but not, not yet. I’ve never um, I haven’t- I’ve never been kinky with a partner.” You explained to him, feeling an embarrassing heat creeping up your face.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, we all start somewhere.” Steve insisted, bringing his hands up to settle on your hips. “Anything else?” After you shook your head he gave you a nod in reassurance. “Okay, I’ll be in touch.” He said as he stepped away from you.

That was three days ago and you hadn’t heard anything from him on the matter since. You had trained with him, went for a run with him, had the usual team meetings and exchanged the usual pleasantries but nothing out of the ordinary. You had even gone far enough in your wandering mind to think that maybe you imagined the whole interaction.

On Friday, you were told that Steve had gone away on a mission and by that point the team was done teasing you about the leaked conversation, already having moved on to the next thing. You had made plans to go out with them that night to a community outreach thing in Manhattan. You had just gotten your jeans on when a piece of paper slid across your floor from the door.

You walked over to it, thinking someone had just dropped their paper, when you saw what was written on the other side of it.

Text an excuse to Stark for the outreach and then come to my room. -SR

Your heartbeat sped up to a gallop as you read the message through two more times, just to be certain. This was it, it was happening. With shaky fingers you texted Tony a flimsy excuse about draft reports you needed to finish before you put your phone back on your desk and calmly made your way to Steve’s room.

You went to knock but found the door slightly ajar. Taking that as your cue you stepped into Steve Rogers room. While it wasn’t the first time you had been here, it was certainly a circumstance that you weren’t used to. Everything seemed...different somehow. The curtains were drawn and the only light came from dim overhead lighting. There was a faint scent of jasmine that you assumed came from a candle or incense burner you couldn’t see somewhere. On the bed, the sheets had been changed to something that looked like silk and resting on top was an eye mask and two long chords of rope. Which seemed innocuous enough, current circumstances notwithstanding.

“Shut the door and lock it please.” A voice commanded from a shadow in the corner of the room. As soon as you locked the door Steve Rogers emerged from the shadows in an all black version of his Captain America suit. You had never seen him in such a suit before and the sight of him in it made your mouth water and your knees buckle. This was really happening.

“I have to admit, when I read your text conversation I was surprised to say the least. I didn’t know how many dirty thoughts resided in that head of yours but you did not disappoint, did you sweetheart?” He questioned as he made his way over to where you stood, rooted to your spot by the door. He gently pressed against your shoulder and you followed his lead, letting him back you against the door, his strong hands landing on either side of your head, arms caging you in. “And then when we spoke, you were /very/ specific in what you wanted and I am nothing if not obliging, you’ll find.” He whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth at the implication behind his words.

“Are you ready to be my good girl? Hmm sweetheart?”

“Yes Steve.” You whispered, your mind not being able to form anything other than those words.

He made a slight tsking sound. “In here, don’t call me Steve. It’s Captain. Got it?”

“Yes Captain.” You replied obediently.

“Good girl, now get undressed for me.” He commanded, stepping back to give you room to complete his task. With nervous fingers you lifted your shirt above your head and undid the clasp on your bra. You watched as Steve’s eyes took in your exposed top half, he licked his lips which made you shiver in turn. Confidence growing by his visible excitement you unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them down your legs along with your panties, until you were gloriously naked before him.

“God, you're so beautiful sweetheart. I’m already getting hard and all you’ve done is get undressed.” He praised you as he palmed himself through his tac pants. “Come here pretty girl.” He insisted as he picked up the blindfold.

You walked over to him and turned around as he secured the blindfold against your eyes and tied it for you. “Now, we’re gonna use a color system, okay? Green means you’re okay to keep going, Yellow means to slow down, and Red means stop. Can you remember that doll?”

“Yes Captain.” You murmured as you adjusted to not being able to see. You tuned into your other senses to rely on what was happening. You felt Steve take your hand and walk you over until you reached the side of the bed. He helped you up before asking you to lay down on your back.

“Okay pretty girl I’m gonna tie you up now.” He told you as you felt both of his hands take your left arm and maneuver it above your head before securing your wrist in place with rope. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot before repeating the process with your other arm. “How do you feel sweetheart?”

“Good Captain, I feel good.” You told him as your heartbeat kicked up another notch. You felt him take your left leg with gentle fingers and tie your ankle to the baseboard of the bed. You gasped as he secured your right ankle, knowing you were now naked and spread bare before him. You felt the bed dip as he kneeled over you and brought his mouth down to whisper in your ear.

“What’s your color baby?”

“Green.” You replied. Almost immediately you felt his lips press against yours, desperate and hungry for you. You kissed back with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. It was a strange sensation, kissing someone you couldn’t touch let alone see, but that didn’t make it unpleasant. You felt blissfully detached from your body and the need raced down to your pussy until you had the sudden urge to close your legs and hide your arousal.

Steve chuckled against your mouth as his left hand snaked down to see what you were trying in vain to hide. “So eager for me and we’ve hardly started” He lazily swiped his fingers along your folds to feel the wetness that gathered there. He then brought the same hand up to your breast and worked your juices around your nipple, making you groan at the sheer wantonness of it all. Steve happily swallowed your groan with his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to pass your lips.

You fervently kissed him back as his ministrations against your nipple continued. His lips left yours and left a trail of hot kisses down your throat and over to your neglected right nipple. You felt him blow cold air on it and your back bowed against the bed, your arms straining against the restraints. He scraped his teeth against your sensitive bud and you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Captain.” You let out as he took your nipple into his mouth. You could feel his left hand leave your nipple and you let out a whine of protest. He only laughed against your skin before you heard the faint opening of a drawer. Your ears picked up the sound of him rummaging around for something but you couldn’t focus too much on that as the rest of your body was alight with fire as he continued to work on your nipple with his mouth. He finally found what he was looking for in the drawer and he released your nipple with a wet popping sound before you felt his weight shift and he removed himself from you.

“You mentioned something about being whipped.” He teased, and you could hear that his own arousal had made his voice hoarse. Your cunt throbbed in response. “Do you know what a flogger is pretty girl?”

“Yes Captain.” You replied from your position on the bed. Your mouth went dry at the mental image you had of Steve in his black tac suit with a flogger in hand. How would he use it on you? Would it hurt? Be pleasant? The anticipation was eating you up in the best of ways.

“Good girl. We’re gonna do some counting. Since this is your first time we won’t do too many, just ten. But you have to count them pretty girl. If you forget, or lose count, we start over. Do you understand?”

Oh fuck. “Yes Captain.” You heard him chuckle from somewhere above you before you heard the whoosh of the flogger and the sensation on your skin. You gasped as the leather straps came down hard against your left nipple. “One.” The second one came down against your right nipple and you found that your pussy clenched around nothing. “Two.”

Numbers three, four, and five were placed on your nipples and your stomach.

“Halfway there pretty girl, you’re doing so well.” Steve’s voice came from somewhere around you. A thin layer of sweat had broken out over your skin and your arousal was through the roof. You found yourself panting in anticipation of the next strike. It came, the leather striking against your dripping center and you let out a gasp as your back arched off of the silk sheets. “Six”

“Oh you liked that one didn’t you sweetheart?” Steve teased.

“Yes Captain.” You replied breathlessly. Number seven came in the same spot and another lewd sound left your mouth as the flogger found its spot. Numbers eight and nine he placed on the sensitive insides of your thighs.

“Last one pretty girl. You’ve taken it so well I’ll let you decide where this last one goes.”

“Hit my pussy again, please, I want it so bad Captain.” You practically pleaded. Under any other circumstances you would’ve been ashamed at how pathetic you sounded but you didn’t care. Steve Rogers was doing depraved things to you and you couldn’t think straight. You just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, to take all of you, every tiny nook and cranny of your being until he knew your pleasures like the back of his hand.

“Such a needy girl, maybe after the flogger I’ll give you a reward.” He replied, sounding pleased with you, before he placed the tenth and final flog against your aching core. “God you look so sexy like this, blindfolded and tied to my bed, maybe I should leave you here as my own personal fucktoy, would you like that baby?” He asked as he inserted two fingers into your mouth.

You mumbled your response against the digits, your pussy getting wetter at the thought of him using you like that. You were only half kidding when you had texted your friend about it but now, with your arousal so strong, it sounded more and more enticing. Steve removed his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your sensitive center, rubbing them up and down your slit before inserting them into your slick heat. You gasped at the intrusion and felt your hips buck up in response to being filled.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he began to pump them at a leisurely pace. You felt him make his way down your body to nestle himself between your spread legs and then his hot breath was fanning out over your cunt as his fingers continued to fuck you. “You look so good, pretty girl. Spread open for me like my own personal feast. God you’re so wet. I guess you like to be flogged.” He spoke, the filthy words that left his lips making you wetter than you already were. Without warning he brought his tongue to you and kitten licked your clit, sending a shockwave through your system.

He took your clit in his mouth and sucked as he continued to work you with his fingers. You fruitlessly tugged against your restraints and bucked your hips in an attempt to get the friction you so desperately needed.

“God sweetheart you taste better than I imagined.” Steve commented as his tongue lapped up your juices. “I bet I’ll be able to taste you on my tongue for a week.”

“Fuck, Captain, please can I cum?” You begged, tears wetting the inside of your mask from the intensity of your session.

“Come for me baby, let me feel you come on my fingers.” Steve commanded and that was your undoing. The knot that had been building inside of you was finally released and you came loudy around his fingers. You felt him lick you through the aftershocks.

“Talk to me, pretty girl, how are you feeling?” Steve questioned, voice hot once again by your ear. His suit gently pressing against your overstimulated skin. “Give me a color.” He asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your jawline.

“I’m good Captain, still Green.” You responded, coming down from your orgasm.

“Such a good girl for your Captain. You’re doin’ so well pretty girl.” He said as he left the bed. You weren’t sure where he went until you felt his dexterous fingers undoing the ropes on your left leg. “I’m undoing the leg ropes first. And then I’m going to fuck you senseless like I’ve been wanting to do since I saw those damn text messages.” Your spent cunt clenched around nothing, as you eagerly waited for him to undo the other leg restraint. You could hear him undo the many zippers and clasps on his tac suit until the bed dipped and he was once again between your legs.

This time skin met skin as you felt his upper thighs press between yours as he brought himself closer to you still. You felt the tip of his cock slide between your wet folds before slipping inside. The breath was stolen from your lungs at the feel of him sinking into your waiting cunt. A low moan left your mouth as you felt every perfect inch of him spreading you until he bottomed out and his hips nestled perfectly against your own.

You felt his forehead press against your own. “Fuck you feel perfect, you know that pretty girl? My perfect little pussy.” He breathed against your mouth as he let you adjust to him. He retracted himself from you fully before swiftly filling you up again. Any noise you may have made was swallowed as he kissed you with a hunger you didn’t think was possible. What started as a slow rhythm quickly changed until he was snapping into you with a fervor akin to a madman.

Your hips eagerly met his thrusts and soon your combined pants and skin slapping filled the room. Still blindfolded, you felt the moment his hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed just so. That had your walls flutter around him and your hips stuttered.

“Oh you like that don’t you? You like when I choke you huh pretty girl?” He asked eagerly, his voice husky from moaning.

“Yes, fuck, please Captain, fuck me.” You rasped out. You grunted as he brought his other hand down to press your hips into the mattress before he slammed into you at a relentless pace. Eventually, his hand left your throat to play with your bundle of nerves.

“Come on pretty girl. Come for me.” He ordered and you were only too happy to comply. You came hard around him, enough that you saw stars behind the blindfold and Steve let out a string of curses and praises for you as he pulled out of you and you felt his cum paint your stomach.

You had a moment to catch your breath as you heard Steve pad over to what you assumed was the bathroom. He came back and placed a warm washcloth against your skin, cleaning up the combined mess you both made. Then you felt his hands move up to untie the blindfold around your eyes. You squinted into the low light of the room and were shocked to see Steve bare chested and glistening with sweat before you.

“Hi.” You murmured shyly, finding that some of your confidence had left you along with the blindfold. Seeing him like this, because of you, because of what you had done, somehow cemented this moment in reality. There was no turning back now.

“Hi yourself, how do you feel?” He asked as he undid the ropes around your wrists.

“I um wow, I feel great.” You said and realized it was true. In the afterglow of the scene you felt amazing. Sexy and empowered and utterly spent but undeniably amazing.

“You did great.” Steve assured you as he took lotion into his hands and massaged the areas on your wrists and ankles where the ropes had been. He placed a gentle kiss on each palm when he was done and went to get you a glass of water. “Drink all of this.”

You took the glass from his hands and drank deep. Appreciating the cool feeling of the water as it slid down the column of your throat, you didn’t realize how thirsty you had become. You finished the glass and handed it back to Steve, who placed it on one of his bedside tables.

“Good girl.” He praised and you felt yourself blush in response. He noticed. “Do you like being praised, sweetheart?”

“Yes Captain.” You nodded.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied as he helped you into one of his shirts and placed you underneath the covers. He rested beside you and wrapped you in his strong arms. “You did so well today for your first time. It wasn’t too much for you was it?”

“No, I really liked it.” You reassured him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead with a promise to discuss it more after you slept some.

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carla5172007 · 3 years

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The Kambal Oneshot

Chubby reader. Part 1

Crispin:

Y/n walking in the street in the day light . It was hot event to early in the morning. You wear a light blue shirt with a cute kitty design, light pink skirt and white rubber shoes. Your skirt were higher than one inch. You were going to buy new clothes to fit your asthetic look.

Well you are douth about clothing choices because your body. The huge hips, chubby arms the face and most importantly your belly. The belly is the body part you hate the most. Since your intire life been treadted ugly and always scolded for being fat. Even your own mother keep telling you that. You keep trying best to not bother. Today hou have a confidence to wear the cloths you like.

You weren't expecting the heat to today.

" Thank goodness i brought my umbrella" walk to the crowd and wait to street light to go. Then you heard Two men in suit and a woman who were short. The guy one is long hair and the other were short hair. They had decame face so they must been twins.

Soon more people keep coming, Suddenly some push " Hoy! tabathoy Tumabi ka nga! " ou push from behind and drop your umbrella. Then you accidentally hit some back with your head. "Ouch !" "Hello, ayos kalang ba" you look up saw a tall man, with black coath and vest. He has short hair has, handsome face but no eye???. looking you with concerned."Miss are you ok?" You sanp to reality. "Umm yes im al right." The other twim picks up the umbrella and give it t you.

"Hey miss what's your na-" The the light turn green you walk imminently. Beacause othe loud croud you didn't hear him.

Crispin pov:

"Wow pre iniwan ka sa ere." I look a Basilio irritated look while he laughs. I nudge him quite hard so wine about the pain. " Come on kuya we should be at home. You know hank is more annoying." I look at the direction she went, i wonder where she goes.

" Kuya na kikinig ka ba saakin?!" Basilio bring me back reality.

" Ano? Ahh! Oo "

".........."

" Gusto mon puntaha young babae? No? Basilio ask waith a smirk

" Uhhhhj...

" Don't Brother ill cover up for you! Basta bumili ka ng beauty products at marenda. Kailangan mo yan pag balik." Basilio gave Crispin extra money.

Your Pov:

I found my favorite store in the SM mall. I found cute design. Thres cute sweater, High jeans, cute skirts and also some cute stuff animals. Im so excited to many to choose from.

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I have four bags of clothes. I should really it 4:00pm huh its been two hours. Well i should buy myself some snacks. ' what should i get shawarma or sandwich' Then you accidentally bump to Someone. "Sorry mam," Wait that voice. "I-Ikaw.." Its the same guy while you bump with. " My name is Crispin. What your name? I ask you a while ago but you didn't hear me." I was embarrassed. "(Y/n), sorry i i was bit hurry."

"Do you want me to carry that for you?" He genially

"Oh nonono! Its fine!"

Are you sure it seems alot to you. I insist to carry."

"Ahh ok."

Third Pov:

He insisted carrying your shopping bags. But why though he to help me we just bump each early. You two walk out to super mall, It was very awkward silence, but then he broke the silence.

'I like your outfit it cute on you" he compliment you with a smile.

"Wha!!"

You blush those is he really playing with you

"You couldn't take compliment? Or I m just the first?" You nodd. He replied.

"Im telling the truth thought. I can see a beauty when i see one."

"Umm your not bad for yourself" You tried to flirt but it failed you.

"Hehehe"

"What did your job?" He ask you.

"Well its not really interesting but may job is ( your job name). "

"Mine like solving crime stuff like that. it Kinda stressful, sometimes i i haven't sleep for 3 day!" You felt bad for him.

"That's really awful! Is it unhealthy for you?"

"Yeah but when i have sleep its only 4 hour. But sometimes we do have day off. I manage ."

"Hey wear almost to my apartment ment just 2 more miles. We could stop by to buy ice cream if want" you ask him since your starting to crave dessert.

"No all pay for it."

"Its fine you help carrying my shopping at least repay you."

"Ok" he smiled

You two buy ice cream your is ( favorite flavor) and he but chocolate and vanilla ice cream. You two walk and continue your conversation. It was quite enjoyable and interesting and you had fun have company .Once your inside of the building in outside your apartment door. Its time to partways.

Thank you very much. "

"Your welcome. It might be weird and to fast because you just met me but is it alright to ask.... Can i have you phone number? So you can talk each other cause... I enjoy your company we can be friends. BUTIFYOU DON'T WANTTOTHATS FINE!ITSOTIBEINGACREEPIMITALKINGTOMUCH!I'LLSTOP!"

You we speechless. Someone asking phone number to talk to you. Well this is first since childhood non of tour old friend ask your number to stay contact. And you seen him as creep. He nice and gentle men. It wouldn't hurt try to make new friends. You chuckle and smiled and said.

"Sure!"

"Really?"

"Wait ill give you my phone number, ill need my pen and paper and here another paper to write your number ... "

After you write it, you gave it Crispin. Crispin wrote his number in the other paper that you gave him.

"Thank you"

"Bye Cutie see you soon."

You have a pink blush in your cheek. What a nice guy you thought to yourself. Once you open your door and brining your clothes inside. You take a shower and change to your panjamas.

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Crispin Pov:

ARE INSAVE YOU GAVE SOME STRANGER THE OUR HOUSE PHONE!! AND LET ME REMIND YOU DON'T HAVE PHONE CRISPIN!! Hank angry scream

I KNOW HANK I M SORRY OKAY!!

While the two arguing! Basilio eating chips ( Nova) while watching Crispin and Hank argue and Alexandra disappointed face while wearing a face mask that Crispin baught before he went home.

Basilio

You were walking home after after you visit your grandma. It was dark in the night you wear wear a light blue belt top and jeans. You had a pocket knife for self defense but you still worried. But the you hear a loud crash when you look up a hold abandon building starting to fall on you. He quickly rush to push he you away before it hit both of you. Both of you fell on the ground he land on his face to your belly.

" Oww my- he- hey are you ok ?!" You tried to wake him his ok. Then he started to move, he the look at you observing you. He wears a mask. "Pwede ko ba malaman ang pangalan mo? ". A silence both of before he respond. "Wow your cute" WHHATT!! C- Cute???? You blush your embarrassed.

They you both heard a call. "BASILIO!" A man with a sad face mask fly infront of you. "Boss wants us to go ( street name) it more important than you flirting around." You blush more. The smile mask man slowly stood up and nod his head he ald your hand. And pull up to your feet. " Hey cutie , whats your name ? ". " Umm.. (Y/n) " " heres my phone number so we can get know each other" He hands you a card with phone number in it with name Basilio. "Thank you for saving me!." the other mask man sad " BASILIO!! There people dyeing any minute!!" "IM COMING!!" They both flying away and leaving you. " Stay safe beautiful! ❤️" the look back give you a flying kiss while his mask on. The next thing gone they were gone.

"Wow what a night .. " You look back at the phone number. Who was Basilio? What doe s look like? Those he really mean those word?... Cute? Beautiful? Hehe no way. That Basilio guy is messing with her. Right? " Hmmm maybe later when i get home "

Basilio POV:

"Well done boys if you need me ill up stairs changing ok." Yes bossing

" Ugh.. im so tired !!" I wine. "Well we should be finish early of you wodn't get distracted!!" "Hey hey calm down you two" Hank hold his hand together and look me in straight in the eyes." What did you do??

" What did you mean?! I DID NO SUCH THING!"

"He gave a random girl our house phone number."

"IDIOT! WHAT DID ALEXANDERA TELL NO TO DO!!" Hank panic

"Giving our house phone number..?"

"Giving our number!! You to don't have phone Basilio!!"Hank replied.

"Maybe that person leaks our secrets!"Crispin replied

"Wow you two are Paranoid. But she's looks cute and nice. And i always want to make new friends"

"Calling a them a Cutie pie is a way to making friends?"

" LOOK ITS JUST MY EGO TAKEN OVER! Please don't tell alexandra-"

"What are you hiding from me"She came from the behind. The kambal scream ot top of there lungs

Few minutes later

I smile and think about what happened. When i landed on top her it so soltf like a pilliow that i wanted sleep and cuddle. Its the middle of the night. I still a wake couldn't sleep. I still wait to called me.

Ring ring

"Hello im (y/n ) im so sorry i called you late"

"No no its fine"

"Your name is Basilio right ? I don't want to be rude but can i see the person who save me."

"Ummm to tell you the truth this a telephone. I don't really have my own cellphone. But we could meet if you want tomorrow."

"Really! What time because my job starts at 9:00am and it will end 4:30 pm. "

"If you had time im always free" with a confidence in his tone.

"You save me from a falling building. I think your busy saveing people"

"True but if my shift ended early tomorrow or if i don't work tomorrow we could meet. Deal?"

"Deal! "

"Great! Also can i have your phone number so i can call you back? Since i forgot i didn't have my own phone."

"Sure it's"

"Wait i need to write it! Hold on"

"Hehe its 09*** **** **** "

"Thanks i call you back"

"Its a date good night."

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guard-the-yard · 4 years

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Now And Forever Part 3

It’s been 3 weeks now since you started staying with Roman and you have never been happier with him, but how long will that happiness last? What happens when something changes?

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, no abuse or bad vibes in this chapter let’s have a break from that!!!

Hello guys!! Again a big thank you for reading this it means a lot!! I’d just like to say if you guys have any WWE requests let me know and I will do my best to write something amazing for them!!

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Romans POV

I can’t believe my luck, I finally have her here in my arms. I can finally kiss her, feel her, hug her whenever I want and no one can stop me she is my girl now and I am not letting anyone hurt her again.

I rolled over to pull her closer and have some morning cuddles before smackdown as that had become a new tradition that we had but she wasn’t there, i shot up out of bed call it a primal instinct.

“Y/N?! Baby girl where are you?!” I looked around the house but I couldn’t see her. I could feel the panic starting to set in, what happened if Alex had found her? Oh god I swore that I would protect her.

Y/N POV

It must have been about 7:30 am and I wanted to make Roman some food before he had to go to Smackdown, I got out of bed when I got that sickly feeling again, I just about made it to the bathroom before I emptied what little I had in my stomach. I was feeling like this for the past week I had a feeling what it was so while he was training yesterday I went to the pharmacy to grab some tests.

I was sitting on the side of the bath staring at the test in my hands I could feel myself shaking and honestly I didn’t know what I wanted this test to say there were so many thoughts going around in my head I could feel myself getting worked up until I heard Roman panicking. I quickly hid the test in the cupboard knowing he doesn’t use it and that’s more for my feminine products, he was sweet In that way. I tried to calm myself down and I walked out the bathroom and looked at him.

“Hey, relax the neighbours would think I’ve been kidnapped” I have him a peck on the cheek. “Now get back in bed you have a long night ahead of you and I don’t want you to complain at me later that you’re tired” we both chuckled, I hugged him and I could feel his muscles intending. “He isn’t coming back...if he was then we would have heard from him...even if he tried something I have the big dog on my side he wouldn’t stand a chance”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you now that I finally have you after so long” he nuzzled his head into my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair as I knew it was the one way that I could calm him down but he would never let Seth or Dean know that. As much as I wanted to try keep that test out of my mind for now I couldn’t help but keep it in my mind. “If I am whose baby would it be?” “What am I going to do?” “Oh god what am I gonna do if it’s Alex’s?” “What if it’s Romans?” “How would he react?”

“I know he isn’t coming around but that doesn’t make me less scared when I wake up and you’re not there”

“Hey...I’m here aren’t I? I’m staying where I am too...I’m not going anywhere I’m yours and no one will change that”

“Y-you’re mine?” He looked straight into my eyes I could see that beautiful smile that I found myself falling for deeper then I ever thought I could. I nodded and held him tighter.

“You know after your match when you went to your dressing room I called Alex but he never answered his phone so I left him a voicemail, I told him that I was done with him and that I wanted nothing to do with him and if he came to find me or conact us that I would call the police, so...I’m all yours Ro...if you’ll have me” I’ve never seen his face light up so much I never wanted to see that smile disappear. He cupped my face and kissed me with so much passion I felt my legs turn to jelly under me. God I loved this man and now I could finally have true happiness with someone who actually wants me.

Ro had just left for smackdown and as I wasn’t scheduled for a match I was going to join him later today he wanted me at ringside and that was something I couldn’t say no to, I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the test from the cupboard.

Pregnant 2-3 weeks

I shakily held the test in my hands afraid to move, Tears fell from my eyes i wanted to scream but no words would leave my throat, I could be happy about one thing that this child was Romans but now how do I tell him? What would he do? We’ve literally been together less then a day and yet I’m carrying his child...oh god...what would he say? I had an idea to tell him though...I was going to do it today on smackdown. Risky move I know but well I was okay with risky.

I pulled up outside the arena and got out of my car, I walked in and tried to find Roman so I could wish him luck before he got ready for his match so I went down to his lockeroom. As I walked in I felt this sudden rush of queasy ness I ran to the bathroom to throw up again, I already loved this child but it would not let me eat. I could hear roman behind me asking if I was okay, I stood up and cleaned myself up.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, probably just something I ate but I’m okay now, you all set?”

“Yep tonight I feel extra lucky, all because I have you in my corner” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him he leaned closer to kiss me but we were interrupted. “Ayo Uce! Where you at man?” Seems like Jimmy and Jey wanted to wish him luck before his match tonight.

“Guys can you uh gimme a sec?”

“No way...you and Y/N?” Jimmy has this devilish smirk on his face, we knew he would never let it go.

“Uce got his girl! Nice one man” Jey turned to look at me. “You know he never shut up about you”

“Alright you two need to go I gotta get ready for my match” he practically shoved them out of the room. “And y’all need to get ready for yours now go!” He shut the door and walked back over to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulled me right up against him and told me how much he loved me.

The time had come for Romans’ match and he was fighting Baron Corbin, this fued was getting out of hand, I of course had spoken to Vince about the pregnancy he was over the moon about it and he knew I was too stubborn to stay at home and watch everything so he has ideas now of how to involve me in the storyline without me getting in the ring.

Roman would never tell me how the fight would happen or who would win because he wanted me to feel how the audience felt although he would always tell me if it would get to brutal. Of course I understood there’s been many of times he has watched me backstage and rushed to my side to check if I was injured because it looked like something had gone wrong, thankfully it hadn’t but it didn’t scare him less. The only thing he had told me was after baron had delivered the end of days I had to get into the ring but that nothing would happen to me. I trusted roman with my life and that trust continued tonight, as instructed I waited until the end of days was delivered and I got into the ring standing in front of Roman to protect him.

“What?? It seems like Y/N has gotten into the ring to what protect the big dog?” Cole said. Baron squared up to me and grabbed my face “out of my way butch” he threw me to the side, I thought nothing was supposed to happen to me! Intsinctivly I protected my stomach and the unborn baby growing inside me. Just then the crowd erupted into roars as roman got to his feet and gave him superman punch but then continued to beat him down he had this look of fury in his eyes, that wasn’t acting, baron was never meant to lay his hand on me...no one touched the big dogs girl that was the lesson he was trying to teach Corbin. A few minutes later the bell rung and Roman was victorious. I got back into the ring and kissed him making the crowd go absolutely crazy yet again, he grabbed a mic and looked out to the universe. “Tonight was me proving a point” he looked to Corbin “this is my yard now and if you ever touch my girl again I’ll break every bone in your body” at this point he had his back to me so I unzipped the jacket I had on to reveal my t-shirt underneath luckily I had a friend who was into t-shirt designs. He turned around and looked at me and then the shirt, a confused look fell across his face as he read it a few times. “The big dog is having a pup” he spoke into the mic, clearly the wwe universe clicked quicker as the venue was filled with cheers and screams. Something in his mind clicked and I could see tears brimming in his eyes “a-are you pregnant?” I simply nodded I couldn’t speak I was so scared for what he would do next but my fears went away the second he dropped to his knees and placed a kiss to my stomach. What was I so worried about? I loved Roman and he loved me and he will love this baby so much. “I love you two more then words can describe” he looked up at me with such love and devotion in his eyes and the biggest smile on his face.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Chapter 5; The battle rages on

*Author’s note*

And here we continue with the battle and of course you guys know I had to write the ONE SCENE THAT HAD TO INVOLVE TWO OF THE BEST INTERACTIONS AND WHAT I BELIEVE THE RUSSO BROTHERS FOUND THROUGH FAN-ART AND LISTENED TO US!!!! It’s literally in the beginning so I hope you all get a good kick out of it, esp. since I had you as the reader into the BEST scene of that film.

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With Thor on our side now along with his new friends, the battle continued on. I had just taken out a few of the alien dogs with my super bark when I saw more coming in on the raccoon with the gun who was crying out.

“AHH! COME AND GET SOME SPACE DOGS!!”

‘Bucky I’ve got an idea, hop on!’ He soon mounted on top of my back and I raced towards the raccoon who was then picked up by Bucky.

Then like a bucking-bronco in a rodeo, I stood up on my hindlegs spinning around letting out my resonance howl while both Bucky and the raccoon fired their guns. All the while the raccoon was crying out “Come on! Get some! Get some! Come on! Get some!”

I then got back down on all fours and shook my head as Bucky released the talking raccoon.

“How much for the gun?” he asked.

“Not for sale” answered Bucky as he took aim and fired.

“Okay how much for the arm?” Bucky looked down at the raccoon and said not another word as he hopped off my back and walked off. “Oh I’ll get that arm” he said again.

‘You even think about touching that arm, you’ll end up wolf chow!’ I snarled out as I literally let out a low snarl.

“Yeah and how about you? How much for your arm and that suit?” I only snarled at him when my ears perked up at a rumbling nearby.

Out in the jungle, I could see some of the trees beginning to fall and something moved within the ground under the barrier. Suddenly coming out were these giant wheels and I could hear T’Challa say through my collar.

‘FALL BACK! FALL BACK NOW!’

‘Any chimera that’s within range of those wheels, save any Wakandan that you can!’ I cried out. I then grabbed the raccoon by the scruff of his neck and raced off all the while him ordering me to put him down.

*Rauri’s POV*

As those giant wheels came out of the ground I could hear my wife calling out to save any Wakandans that we could grab before they were skewered alive. I then took notice of Rhodey and Sam Wilson trying to take down the ships.

“Maria, see if you and the rest of the eagles can help War Machine and Falcon”.

‘On it Rauri!’ I then turned my attention towards Mitchell who was outnumbered by some of the creatures. I raced towards him and tackled one of them onto the ground and sliced its neck off with my Vibranium claws. Mitchell panted and he said.

“I had him right where I wanted him”.

“I know you did” I said. But then out of nowhere five of those wheels were heading right towards us. They were coming at us fast and I doubt even if we did make a break for it in our wolf or dog form we’d still end up getting caught. I turned to Mitchell and he saluted at me telling me it was an honor serving alongside me. I nodded to him and we both braced for impact.

When suddenly a flash of red landed right in front of us and when I looked up, I had seen it was (y/n)’s sister Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. She used her powers to lift the giant wheels in the air and when another army of those things came out, she let out a grunt and let the ships slide on the other side of me and Mitchell destroying the army of savage alien dogs.

She then turned to us and that’s when I heard Mitchell say.

“Boy I’d hate to be you once you tell them why you sought out (y/n) in the first place”. I glared at him as he held his hands up in surrender before taking off in his dog form.

“I already know”. I turned towards Wanda and asked again nervously.

“Pa-pardon?”

“I already know everything. Dream connections it’s a long story, but I’m glad in the end she chose to marry you”. Hearing that come from probably the strongest Avenger I’ve ever researched, that was the highest honor I could ever have gotten.

“Thank you Ms. Maximoff”.

“It’s Wanda” she said. I nodded then we both went our separate ways to continue the battle.

*3rd Person POV*

But with Wanda on field and no longer in the lab to protect Vision, it gave the opportunity for Thanos’ children to take the stone right then and there. Proxima Midnight said through her commlink located in her gauntlet.

“She’s on field, take it”. Soon hidden in the lab was Corvus Glaive. He killed one of the king’s guard before alerting another kings guard member as well as Ayo. Fearfully and stressed for time, Shuri tried to work faster in trying to remove the stone as the next king’s guard member was killed right on the spot leaving Ayo left.

She fought valiantly grunting and snarling as she swung her spear skillfully until she was knocked down to the ground. Shuri then stopped her work dropping the screen and picking up her designed sonic cannon and firing it at Corvus rapidly but it did not damage to him as he cut Shuri’s table in half.

Ayo got up screaming and was about to attack but Corvus knocked both Shuri and her down from the podium and down to the ground knocking them both unconscious. He landed on the ground and saw that the table was empty when suddenly he was tackled by Vision and the two of them were sent flying out of the lab and into the jungle.

From the battle as Sam was in the sky he said through his commlink.

“Guys, we’ve got a vision situation here” before he was suddenly tackled by one of the creatures and sent plummeting to the ground.

“Somebody get to Vision!” cried Steve into his commlink in his forearm before continuing his fight with the creatures. Bruce then flew in the Hulk-buster and said he’d get him. Wanda then paused in the middle of her fight as said as she touched her commlink.

“On my way” but she then let out a yell as she was hit in the head and sent rolling down into one of the deep trails created by those wheels. Proxima Midnight soon came over her and turned her on her back and sneered down at her.

“He’ll die alone, as will you”.

“Get away from my sister you bitch!” A voice snarled out.

*My POV*

I now stood in human form in front of the alien bitch who has harmed my sister for the last time. This time it was personal, I would fight her no longer in my wolf form but keep this strictly human to alien. But I showed her my wolf eyes to let her know who exactly she was dealing with.

She turned around and behind her wielding her old Dora Milaje spear wearing her Jaguar suit was my mother Morowa. She spun it around before aiming it right at the alien bitch and she nodded at me once telling me she had my back this time.

She then turned back towards me and let out a yell as we both charged each other head on. Her sword connected with mine and I pushed her backwards before giving her a solid side-kick to the gut as my mother ran towards us and raced up the wall of the soil before jumping right in front of me and together we both alternated between stabbing and going for a strike on this wench.

Using her Dora Milaje spear, my mom managed to stab the woman in the shoulder and like Natasha did back in Scotland, she used the bitch’s leg as a stepstool to give her a boost before kicking her in the face.

I then turned my sword into an old Native American Bolas and tossed it at her which ensnared her in the strong rope but she managed to break the rope and come at me with her sword again but I managed to dodge it with my metal arm, before transforming the left over Bola into a Tomahawk.

I managed to get a couple of good jabs onto her before my mother finally took over. The two of them duked it out as I touched my collar.

“Rauri! Come in my love can you hear me!?”

‘Loud and clear my love, are you hurt?’

“I’m fine but a little busy. Listen Wanda and I can’t make it to Vision and Bruce is a little busy fighting the bigger Hulk-sized alien. I need you to take Steve and find Vision before this bitch’s husband finds him”.

‘Are you sure?’

“Rauri next to me you’ve got the best nose in all of our trackers, you’re even better than Russo. Now find Steve and get him to Vision. He won’t make it in time even if he runs!”

‘Alright my love, we’ll find him’.

“Thanks babe”. I switched off my collar and went back to assist my mother.

My mother and I stood side by side as we tried one last time to end this psychotic bitch once and for all. She alternated between me and my mother as our weapons collided with each other’s. Suddenly a whirring sound came at us and we ducked just as one of those wheel-like ships came right over our heads.

I was then kneed right in the face and flown back against the earth before hitting the ground. My mother let out a scream before thrusting her spear right at the woman but she was then gripped hardly by her hair before being literally flipped and throw across the ground.

I stood back up and this time turned my one tomahawks into two as I growled and the bitch came at me again. The two of us crossed our weapons again trying to slice the other’s limbs off, nothing but pure, raw and savage instincts taking over the both of us. Luckily I still had some sense of conscious while she didn’t as I managed to disarm her of her sword leaving her weaponless. But she then trudged towards me while sending me a good few hard punches.

I managed to block them with my tomahawks but I suddenly lost my footing and she took the advantage and kicked both my tomahawks away before gripping my hair and suddenly revealing a long knife from her forearm and she went straight for my neck.

Thankfully I managed to block it with my metal arm but I could feel the blade just grazing against my skin as I tried to push her back away from me. That’s when she suddenly grew red and was lifted into the air yelling right as another ship came by and literally turned her into sushi as her blue blood splattered everywhere.

I looked up to see my sister collapsing on her butt panting harshly as I sat up and half my face was scattered with her blood. I spat out a couple times before groaning out.

“Eww gross I got some in my mouth”. Which made all of us slightly laugh.

*Rauri’s POV*

Right as I got off comms with (y/n), I saw Steve starting to take off for the jungle. I raced after him and I said as I got in front of him.

“You won’t make it fast enough Captain,” He looked at me before saying.

“You sure about this? I did technically interrupt your wedding”.

“Captain,” I phased into my wolf form and said through my collar, ‘it would be an honor to carry you into battle’. He then mounted my back and I took off running deep in the jungle and began to track my sister in law’s boyfriend. I soon caught a scent and said. ‘Hang on tight!’ I then raced as fast as I could on my long wolf legs and we both saw the alien son of Thanos about to take the stone from Vision.

I soon came out snarling and literally tackled the bastard down to the ground just by using my large size and pure muscle to send him off his feet and across the jungle. I let out a defensive snarl as Steve hopped off my back yelling to Vision telling him to get out of here.

I lunged at the alien but shockingly he managed to take one punch at me sending me flying towards the other side of the jungle. I phased back into my human form and snarled out as I spat out some blood.

“Alright tough guy, you wanna rumble? I’ve taken down things bigger and badder than you, and he was a former chap of mine”. I raced back towards Steve Rogers to see him trying to hold off the alien bastard from getting to Vision.

Right as he used his new shield to block the alien’s spear, I raced towards them and used my newly designed by my lovely wife and her partner Shuri the Vibranium claws much like my wife has on her suit to claw the alien’s back before clawing the spear right in half sending it to the ground.

Suddenly I was gripped by my head and was sent flying and felt my back impacting right against a fallen tree trunk. I let out a groan and just before I could get up, I soon had Steve landing on top of me and I let out a louder groan.

“Sorry” he said.

“Not your fault”. As he got off me, suddenly the two of us were held by our throats. I tried claws at the hand that held my throat tightly but I could feel my vision going black, I thought this was the end for us.

When suddenly the pressure let up and as I let out a series of coughs I took notice that behind the alien holding the blade half of his spear, Vision stood behind him holding the spear as the blade was almost completely through the alien’s chest.

He then dropped the spear which dropped the corpse body of the alien down to the ground before he too collapsed. I managed to grab him before he fell to the ground and as Steve helped me bring Vision up he asked.

“I thought I told you to go?”

“We don’t trade lives, Captain” Vision said weakly. We then managed to set him up against a different log for him to rest.

“Stay with him Rauri until Wanda gets here” Steve ordered me. I nodded and stood guard while Steve a few yards ahead to scope out and hopefully make sure no one else was following us.

I then heard a faint sound coming from the air and soon coming down were both Wanda and my lovely wife (y/n).

*My POV*

After ending the bitch’s life, we handled the rest of the creatures who were now starting to flee back into the ships but thanks to Thor, those ships were being destroyed one by one. Once we knew everyone else was being taken care of, Wanda and I headed off deep in the jungle to find our boys.

The two of us using our magical powers to get us there faster, we soon landed in the jungle to see Rauri guarding Vision as he sat on the ground weakly against a fallen tree trunk and stone. I raced towards Rauri and the two of us embraced each other.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes I’m fine, just a little bruised but I’ve had worse scrapes than this. Can’t think of a better honeymoon than this huh?” I laughed at his statement before turning my attention to Vision. I knelt beside my sister in front of him and asked.

“You alright Vis?” Before he could answer, the stone glowed and let out a loud ring as he let out a painful groan.

“What? What is it?” Asked Wanda alarmed. She cupped his face and Vision’s face was full of absolute terror as he said.

“He’s here”.

Suddenly the air grew quiet.

I sniffed the air and felt my heart racing in absolute fear just as I’m sure Vision was probably feeling right now.

“Any chimera that isn’t fighting, get to our position. We have incoming” Rauri said through his collar. He touched my shoulders and I could see the same hidden fear as I was showing.

“I can feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air…..this evil it’s…..” I couldn’t even finish it. Soon enough Mitchell and Maria, the Winchesters, some of the primates, a few more of the big cat chimeras (mostly tigers and leopards left), and several bears.

Soon the Avengers, T’Challa, my mom, Okoye and Bucky all arrived at our position as they all could feel what was coming.

Suddenly we all turned as a blue portal suddenly opened up and slowly coming out was probably the ultimate enemy we would ever face for the rest of our lives. He stood maybe well over 9-10ft tall, scarred purple skin and soulless eyes, on his hand he wore a giant golden gauntlet with five of the infinity stones already, and only one spot remained.

The spot set for Vision’s stone.

I knew right away of who this devil could be, there was no one else who could fit this description that Bruce painted for us.

The mad Titian Thanos had finally arrived.

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Royal Wedding Series- The Big Day

OKAY, SO I tried to tie some traditions from African weddings, because I love how the film borrowed from different customs and such. I have not bene to a wedding in seven years, so I did my best from what I remember combined with my research. If you have any requests with other traditions or other characters from Marvel, message me! I like writing and would like to try my hand at writing personal imagines. Also, I tried very hard with this one. I hope you like it!

TRIGGER WARNING- Mentions of pregnancy and extreme nervousness.

The Wakandan sun shines into your window, lighting and heating your skin with its warmth.

This is it. Today is the big day.

Today is the day of your wedding to King T’Challa Udaku, the Black Panther, the love of your life.

And the butterflies have returned in full force.

You get a notification on your kimoyo beads and it is Shuri.

‘’Hello, big sister. It is good to see that you are up. Kya and Ayo are on their way to escort you to the palace, where we will all be getting ready.’’

‘’Thank you, Shuri. I’ll eat breakfast now so that I am ready when they arrive. I’ll see you soon, little sister.’’

You say your goodbyes and hang up.

And you’re ready to begin the day that will forever change your life.

Shuri is laughing when you arrive, taking a sip of her tea.

‘’T’Challa considers them his friends now, but he is such a homebody that he’d rather have stayed in with Y/N.’’

‘’I mean, could you blame him,’’ you ask, entering the room.

‘’The bride is here!,’’ your mother squeals, rushing over and giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

‘’She is late.’’

‘’I’m never late. You are early,’’ you tell them, taking a seat at your vanity.

‘’You are too late. I’m not gonna chastise you, though, because you’re gonna have my adorable niece or nephew one day. And, you know, you make my brother But here, I got you some water,’’ Shuri hands you a water bottle that says ‘’Bride’’ in cursive letters, ‘’Deonna is being extra.’’

‘’You love it,’’ Deonna claims from her spot on Shuri’s bed, where she is arching her eyebrows.

‘’Never mind that. We have a lot to do. Y/N, the makeup artist is here. Let’s get moving.’’

The makeup artist , Ashanti, is a young girl, no older than Shuri, but she’s worked wonders. The makeup job that she gives you is seamless, and you can hardly tell you’re wearing makeup because she made it looks so natural.

‘’Would you like a bold lip choice, or something more subdued,’’ Ashanti asks, pointing to her lips, ‘’I am wearing a new shade that I designed. If you want, I could let you wear a small sample of.’’

The red lipstick contrasts with her dark skin, and she looks like a queen.

You’d like to feel like a queen as well.

‘’I really like that, perhaps for the reception?’’

‘’Alright,’’ she nods, then continues to work on your eye makeup.

A half hour after she began, Ashanti turns you to the mirror, and you gasp at the woman in front of you.

She is you, and she is just as beautiful as she was before, but there’s something in her eyes. Excitement miss with daringness mixed with love.

She looks like a bride.

‘’I love this,’’ you turn to Ashanti, ‘’Thank you! How much do I owe you?’’

‘’Not a bit, my queen. Consider this my wedding present to you and King T’Challa,’’ she smiles gently before moving on to finish your mother’s makeup for her.

‘’Y/N, come. It is time for me to help you into your wedding dress.’’

You have a little under an hour now until you are to meet T’Challa at the altar, and the butterflies in your stomach pick up speed at the thought.

Shuri holds the ball gown gently, and you begin to step into it.

Shuri pulls it up then and you smooth out the ball gown skirt, marveling in the delicate pattern that Ayanda stitched.

‘’There. It is traditional, yet modern,’’ Shuri says as you continue to stare at the dress, ‘’You look stunning, Y/N.’’

You really do, you realize, as you step into the white heels that Shuri designed for you.

‘’I feel beautiful,’’ you smile at your reflection, twirling in your custom designed dress.

‘’And now, for the most important accessory,’’ Shuri dances over to a golden box that is sat in a chair next to the vanity.

She pulls out a long, lace veil, carefully placed it on your head, and the leans back to admire her work.

‘’Alright, big sister. I’m going to get dressed and make sure that Efua is here. The choir is here, Steve and Tony are helping them get set up to sing as you come in. ‘’

‘’Alright. Thank you, Shuri,’’ you tell your soon to be sister-in-law before she flounces out of the room.

That’s when the nerves kick in.

The butterflies are moths now, and those moths are doing somersaults in your stomach. You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you, your legs are shaking, your head is spinning, and your thoughts are racing.

What if T’Challa changed his mind?

What is this is a mistake?

What if he still wants to be with Nakia?

What if he regrets this?

What if you?

Ramonda enters and sees you sitting in the chair that Shuri had removes the box from, dress still undone and struggling to breathe.

‘’My daughter,’’ she rushes to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, and hand on your cheek, and staring into your eyes, ‘’What is it? What is wrong?’’

There are so many things that you could say: That you’re not sure about getting married anymore, that you wish you could have had just a little bit more time to plan, that you have cold feet and you’re not sure what could make it better.

Instead, you say, ‘’I’m scared.’’

And those two words carry with them the weight of a thousand things left unsaid.

‘’My dear,’’ Ramonda sighs, kneeling in front of you and taking both of your hands into hers, ‘’Why?’’

‘’I keep worrying about what could go wrong,’’ you tell her, again leaving so many things unsaid.

‘’Y/N, any number of things can go wrong. But so many things about you and T’Challa are right. You can drop everything and run, or you can face your fears and what comes will come. A lifetime of happiness for thirty minutes of nerves. What do you say?’’

Deep down, you know that she’s right. You love that man. You finally understand what those old songs about love mean, because he’s it for you.

He’s sunshine and he’s warmth and he’s a breath of fresh air.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought of not being able to spend forever with this man.

So why are you coming up with every possible reason to not walk down the aisle.

‘’You know that you love T’Challa, that he loves you, that you want to marry each other. You know that you will be queen and the responsibilities that that entails. I think that what may be bothering you is the fear of the unknown. You can not possibly know every twist and turn that life’s road has in store for you and T’Challa. That can be a pretty terrifying thought.’’

Once again, Ramonda seems to understand more about how you feel than you do.

‘’And, my dear,’’ she helps you stand, beginning to lace your dress up for you, ‘’It’s more than normal to be a bit… apprehensive when one is expecting their first child.’’

You turn to her then, eyes widen as she stares back, her warm eyes a shocking difference from the smirk on your face.

‘’I didn’t… how did… I’m not… what?’’

‘’I noticed that you were not drinking your wine at the rehearsal dinner, and Shuri noted that you did not drink anything but water last night. Your dress still fits but it is a bit more snug, despite being custom made. You seem a bit more tired lately, and not at all like yourself. You are practically glowing, my dear. All of the signs and pieces were there, it was just a bit harder to piece them together to see the big picture.’’

And, yet again, she amazes you.

‘’T’Challa and I wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer. Something private between the two of us. I am sorry for not telling you. I am only eight weeks along.’’

By the time you figured out your period was late, the panic had set in and this just made it grow.

But T’Challa is who he is, and he’s terrified but he is as ecstatic as he was when you told him about it a week ago today.

‘’Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for. T’Chaka and I were the same way when it came to T’Challa. Enjoy this now, before you have to tell the world.’’

She pulls up the time on her kimoyo beads, tells you the time- ‘’Thirty minutes until showtime!’’- says goodbye, and leaves.

You stare at yourself in the mirror again as she leaves, enjoying the moment you have to yourself before this day really becomes hectic.

T’Challa is worth it, though. You would not dream of doing this with anyone else, and you wouldn’t want to. He’s already yours, you are already his.

Today, you look in the mirror and see a bride.

A teacher.

A daughter.

A friend.

A sister.

A leader.

A philanthropist.

A queen.

A wife.

And a mother.

And with a nod, you grab your bouquet, turn towards the door, send one final glance at the mirror, and walk out.

Ready to be thrust into all these roles, some old and some new, and ready for T’Challa and your new life.

This is it. This is the big moment.

You are about to become Mrs. Y/N Udaki, Queen of Wakanda.

There are different news stations from all across the world there, and many of them are just excited to witness the first wedding ceremony that Wakanda has allowed others to come to.

You see Ayo, Kya, and Okoye standing guard near T’Challa, but you can tell they are just as excited about the big day as you are.

Steve Rogers is sitting next to Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Everett Ross, and a few others you do not know.

The instrumental version of your favorite love song starts, and this is it: everyone is in position and ready to go.

First, Ramonda and your mother are escorted down by a member of the Jabari tribe, and they take their seats.

Efua is strolling down the aisle now, carrying a small bouquet rather than a traditional basket of flowers,

Khari and Deonna are next, and you watch as she gracefully glides down the aisle, throwing a wink back to M’Baku, who looks at you with a surprised smile on his face.

There may or may not be another wedding sooner than you think.

Then Kofi and Ellen glide down, her arm looped through his and shy grins on both of their faces.

Then Tatenda and Katherine stroll down, their long legs letting them match each other's strides perfectly.

Your bridesmaids all look stunning in their silk, golden bridesmaid dresses. Efua looks like a little doll in her white dress with a small, golden flower on the waist.

The groomsmen are wearing black tuxedo jackets and white shirts, gold bow ties and black pants. All because T’Challa had a certain look in mind, and he knows he looks good in white, and their black tuxedos was meant to contrast his traditional, white and golden clothing.

That’s your man, waiting for you at the altar, no doubt looking like a snack, even from the back.

Yup, you’ve definitely been friends with Deonna for a long time.

But the words still ring true.

M’Baku escorts Shuri next, and she looks liken the princess that she truly is.

Her braids are hidden underneath a hair scarf that perfectly matches her golden dress that fits her perfectly, and looks like it is shimmering under the sunlight that is streaming in through the skylight.

‘’Are you ready for this,’’ your dad, your arm looped through his, ‘’Are you calm?’’

‘’Am I ready? Yes. Am I calm? No.’’

‘’Look at me,’’ he tells you, and you gaze up at him for the first time all day, ‘’That man loves you, and you love him. Of course you're scared. Because this is all new. But the way to step into a new life is to walk into it like you walk into everything: one step at a time. Literally. They’re playing the music, Y/N. We have to go.’’

You laugh then, because that’s exactly what you needed to hear, and you take a deep breath.

Because you are ready to dive right in.

The choir, your students, your children, sound beautiful as they sing your favorite love song as your dad walks you down the aisle.

True to his word, T’Challa’s back is to you. It eases some of your nerves, and also stops you from running straight down the aisle and into his waiting arms.

Shuri is standing there, blinking rapidly, trying not to cry.

Ellen is holding Efua’s hand as they watch with waiting smiles.

Katherine is smiling as well, happy that the day you joked about before moving to Wakanda is actually here.

Deonna is giving you a thumbs up and wishing you luck, mouthing, you got this.

You take a chance at glancing at your mother, who is sobbing.

As is Ramonda.

Finally, you look to M’Baku, who is grinning from ear to ear and nothing something to T’Challa.

‘’Don’t freeze when you see her,’’ you read his lips, and you almost have to fight back our own tears.

It is not until you finally reach T’Challa, your soon to be husband, that you finally feel overwhelmed.

He stares at you and of course…

He freezes.

It takes your dad clearing his throat for T’Challa to break out of it.

Your dad takes his seat then, and T’Challa takes your hand in his.

‘’You look breathtaking,’’ he tells you, and you reply that he does as well.

And, so, the ceremony begins.

‘’Welcome family, friends, and colleagues. Welcome to all of Wakanda and the rest of the world as we gather here today to celebrate the love and unity of T’Challa Udaku, son of T’Chaka Udaku, and king of Wakanda and Y/L Y/L/N. y, ‘’Now, in keeping with tradition, the two shall tie the knot.’’

He motions towards Kofi, who has the cloth in his hands.

Kofi hands the beautiful cloth to Jelani, who uses it to tie your left hand to T’Challa’s right one.

’The couple has decided that they will write their own vows. T’Challa, my King, would you like to go first,’’ Jelani questions.

‘’Yes. Thank you,’’ T’Challa takes a folded up piece of paper out of his pants pocket and takes your hand again, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs, ‘’Y/N... since the day that we met, I knew that we were meant to be together. Not are you beautiful, but you are smart. Courageous. . Kind. Loving. And so good with children. You are strong. Not just when you have to be, because you just are.. You… you balance me out. I’ve always lived very safely. I’ve always calculated every option. Maybe it was against my own character to pursue you, but I have never been more glad to have taken a risk. I may have fallen, but you definitely You keep me on my feet, and you don’t let being king get to my head. I am not perfect. I am a work-in-progress and I always will be, but I thank you for seeing the goddess instead the mess. I honestly can't imagine my life with anyone else. I am so glad to have you on this journey through life. I am so happy that you are the woman that is going to be the Queen of Wakanda, the mother of my children, and Mrs. Udaku. I can not wait to spend the rest of my life getting to know you even more.’’

He presses a kiss to your forehead then, and straightens, looking at you with so much love in his eyes that it brings tears to your own.

‘’And now, Y/N,’’ Jelani gestures to you.

‘’T’Challa Udaku, you are the love of my life. After So many first dates that never turned into second dates, texting and phone conversations gone wrong, it was nice to meet you. You were like a breath of fresh air for me. And, like a breath of fresh air, you’ve been good or me. You've shown me the parts of myself that I need to work on, that I want to better for you. I believe that you balance me out as well, that you smooth my rough edges. There are so many things that I could say about you. I mean… you really are a dram come true. You really are a prince. You treat me like a queen, like your equal, like your best friend. You are so much more than my husband, because you are all of those things and then some. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with any other man. Thank you for helping me become who I am meant to be, and thank you for becoming who you are meant to be, so that we can spend this life together, side by side, becoming who we are both meant to be. As individuals and as a couple, and eventually as a family. I love you, T’Challa Udaku. I can not wait to make this official. I’ve always been yours and you have always been mine, since the day that we met. This ceremony is just the formal declaration of what we already knew.’’

You hear someone sniffle, and look to see M’Baku imitating Shuri, looking up at the sky and trying not to cry.

‘’That was simply beautiful,’’ Jelani tells you honestly, ‘’And now, the rings.’’

M’Baku hands him the rings, and Jelani takes them, removing your engagement ring and giving T’Challa the wedding ring that he has for you.

It is beautiful. It is a beautiful, pear-shaped, sapphire stone wedding ring.

‘’We are gathered together here to unite this man , T’Challa Udaku, and this woman, Y/N Y/L/N, in the bonds of matrimony. Now, my king, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife? If so answer "I DO.’’

‘’I do,’’ T’Challa grins at you, eyes never leaving yours.

With Jelani’s help, he slides the ring

‘’And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take this man, T’Challa Udaku, to be your lawfully wedded husband? If so, answer ‘I do’.’’

‘’I do,’’ you beam up at T’Challa, placing the simple, gold band on his finger.

‘’By the power vested in me by the nation of Wakanda, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.’’

T’Challa cradles your face in his hand before pressing two gentle kisses to your lips, pulling away with a laugh as your family, friends, colleagues and others cheer.

‘’Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you for the first time, T’Challa and Y/N Udaku, King and Queen of Wakanda.

There’s cheering then, and clapping. There’s news reporters telling everyone what just happened, there’s crying and hugging all around.

Most importantly, though, there is you, there is T’Challa.

And for a moment, you remind that time is frozen.

Stolen Moments

You have thirty minutes to yourselves before the reception, and you’re in his chambers, getting ready to change into your outfit.

Right now, though, you are wearing leggings and a button down shirt. Ramonda had thought it best that you two eat before the reception- ‘’We are not going to have my grandchild hungry if you two do not get a chance to eat at the reception!’’- and here you are.

Okoye is guarding the entrance as two waitresses bring in a small sample of what the guests will be having for their dinner at the reception.

You and T’Challa are swaying back and forth, his hands on your waist. You have one hand on his arm, and the other playing with his tight, black curls on his head. Your eyes are closed, as are his, but there’s a peaceful smile on both of your faces.

‘’You froze,’’ you whisper to him when you hear the door close behind the two young women.

‘’I did. You took my breath away,’’ he tells you, before pressing a kiss to your forehead, ‘’You looked stunning. You still do.’’

He’s already managed to mess up your lipstick when he pressed you to the wall gently, placing his lips on yours as soon as you got to his room.

He does so again, groaning into the kiss and pulling you even closer, ‘’I love you so much.’’

‘’I love you, too, T’Challa.’’

He slips one hand under your button up shirt, pressing it to your growing stomach, ‘’I love our little prince or princess, too.’’

‘’I know you do.’’

When you told him that you were pregnant, he nodded, took a deep breath and asked what you wanted to do next.

You talked about how, since the baby is not due until next year, you’ll be fine to travel and teach and look for a replacement to take over for you after you have the baby and take your maternity leave.

‘’I can not wait to announce it to the rest of the world,’’ he continues.

‘’Neither can I, my love,’’ you guide him over to the table and you to begin to eat, feeding each other food off of your plates.

‘’I’m not surprised my mother figured it out. She just knows these things,’’ T’Challa shrugs, taking a sip of his own water.

‘’She sure took me by surprise,’’ you laugh then, taking his hand in yours, ‘’We only have fifteen minutes left. Let’s make the most of our alone time.’’

‘’Are you ready,’’ T’Challa asks twenty minutes later when your makeup has been fixed and you are in your gown for the reception.

‘’I am.’’

For the first time, you say that with more confidence than anything.

‘’Presenting, T’Challa and Y/N Udaku, king and queen of Wakanda.’’

There’s cheering as you two enter the massive dining hall, and your mother and Romanda are still wiping tears from their eyes even now.

Dinner is served to the guests now, and you and T’Challa go around and greet others, spending time talking to all of your guests, especially the elders.

A half hour later, M’Baku is tapping his glass ,and you now that it’s time for the speeches.

‘’Please, don’t let him embarrass me,’’ T’Challa sighs, laying his head on your shoulder as you both chuckle.

‘’I have known T’Challa as a friend for only a few years now. However, in those years, he has become like a brother to me. He’s helped the Jabari tribe resolve differences with the rest of Wakanda, he’s opened our borders and we are helping those in need. Sometimes the person who gives takes so little, though. Which is why I am glad that he has found Y/N. These two are perfect for each other. And you make T’Challa happy, you care about Wakanda, you laugh at my jokes. You’re alright with me. I hope that you and T’Challa have a long and happy life together,’’ he raises his glass of champagne, ‘’To T’Challa and Y/N!’’

Next is Shuri.

‘’I’ve known my brother my whole life, and he’s always been a very selfless person. Of course, he has his flaws. He can be stubborn. He freezes. He doesn’t understand memes. He-’’

‘’Shuri.’’

‘’Sorry, Mother. Anyway, T’Challa has always been there for me. He created an environment for me in which I could be myself and grow, but I always had someone to support me. He’s always been protective of me, has always ensured my happiness over his own, How lucky is he that he found someone that now does that for him? How lucky am I to not be losing a brother, but to be gaining a sister? Y/M and T’Challa, I wish you nothing but joy, happiness, and peace. To the happy couple!’’

Now, it is your friends’ from back home turn.

‘’We were going to make a speech, but we did this instead. We contacted Ramonda in order to get baby pictures and pictures of T’Challa growing up. We hope you like this!,’’ Katherine explains.

They present the most adorable slideshow, showing how you and T’Challa have grown, and then some of you as a couple.

It ends with Today’s date and aa picture of you both dressed in traditional royal Wakandan clothes.

Yup, here come the tears.

Your parents take the microphone next, and you’re sure that these tears are about to flow.

‘’I am honored to be here today to watch our daughter marry the love of her life. I mean, she always thought she was gonna marry that guy from that movie she likes, and then she thought she was going to marry that singer in that band.’’

‘’Mother.’’

‘’I am glad that she has found someone that treats her so well. T’Challa, you are now a member of this family,’’ your dad continues, ‘’You make our daughter happy, and that makes us happy. You are welcome at out home any time.’’

‘’And so are our future grandchildren,’’ your mother finishes.

Everyone else laughs while you and T’Challa both choke on your water, shooting each other a glance.

‘’I guess this is my cue,’’ Ramonda stands gliding up to the microphone, ‘’Hello, everyone. If you do not know me, my name is Ramonda. I am the mother of T’Challa and Shuri. I now also have a daughter. Today, while everyone had their eyes on the bride, I had my eyes on my son as he greeted his bride. He froze. That is a good sign, though. Because he looks at this woman like she is the most amazing creature in existence. I mean, look at him right now.’’

You look up to see T’Challa staring at you, that same goofy grin and heart eyes evident.

‘’He is so very much in love. They both are. Love, while it can be scary, is a very beautiful thing. These two are the embodiment of true love. They remind me so much of T’Chaka and I at this age. And I wish nothing but love, health, and prosperity for them and their children, and for Wakanda. To our king and queen!’’

You and T’Challa soak in the applause before he stands, still holding your hand.

‘’Thank you all for coming. It means a lot to Y/N and I that you are here to celebrate the start of our new life. It means so much to us that you are all here, because we would like to consider you all are family. Thank you for making time to come support our union, even though the it was a little short notice. Now, let the party begin!’’

There is dancing then, some traditional, others not. There’s different music and laughing and smiling and love.

There’s so much love in this room that it overwhelms you.

You don’t cry, though.

Even as you and T’Challa have your first dance to his favorite love song, you don’t cry.

It’s not until later, when the guests have left and you two are dancing in his chambers, bags packed so that you can leave for your honeymoon tomorrow, that the tears shed.

You are wearing no makeup, your hair has started to come undone and lose the product that you placed in it, your husband is in shorts and t-shirt, as are you.

‘’I love you, my queen,’’ he presses a kiss to your cheek then, ‘’I love you so, so much.’’

‘’I love you, too,’’ you tell T’Challa.

T’Challa Udaku, king of Wakanda.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

You two are stepping into the future.

And, yes, the future looks very bright.

The End

I may do an epilogue. Please send in requests! I’ll make a list of the other things I have written and who or what I will write for.

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logancreatesworlds · 6 years

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Intimate Scars (Pt.1) - T’Challa x Black!Reader

(A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been AWOL for essentially the last month-and-a-half, but your girl has been busting her ass in college. Exams are coming up and I lowkey want to crawl into a hole. But I didn’t and I’m here with you all, my lovely Tumblrinas©! Anyway, this dope-ass request is from another lovely anon. This one let me be a bit more romantic so thank you! Anyhow, enjoy!)

Request:

Warning: References to body negativity and parental death, both of which I know from personal experience can be damaging to anybody.

Disclaimer: None of the images belong to me and either come from WeHeartIt, Glamour.com or this website.

"Nkosazana.”

You looked up when you heard the familiar voice. Malika, your young but bright intern, stood at the door. She was the only one who was allowed to enter without approval.

“Yes?” You asked, your serious expression omnipresent. “An invitation,” she said, holding up a piece of paper. Even though you were a few feet away at your desk, you could still spot the gold and black decoration on the stationery. “Another one?” You asked, exasperated. “He is the king, nkosazana,” Malika reasoned with a shrug, “Did you think he would take not for an answer?” You sighed, knowing she was right.

Still, you waved your hand away, dismissing the proposal. “Seriously?” Malika huffed, “You cannot say no forever.” “I can say no this time,” You responded sourly, “This is the fifth time the king of our nation has invited me to his annual royal ball, as is the fifth time I’ve denied his persistent requests. He probably has one of his maidens write those things anyway. Once again, I have said no. He’ll get the message.”

Malika sighed, “Very well. If you wish to trifle with the Black Panther, I will not be here when he comes to hunt you like a baby gazelle.”

“Bah!” You guffawed in outburst, “You actually think he is that worried about me coming to his little party? How do you get into the Wakandan School of Alternative Studies with that kind of thinking?”

“W.S.A.S is for those who believe in possibilities, miss,” Malika responded, a smirk lighting up her cocoa brown skin, “It is a possibility that the king will grow interested in you.”

“Please,” you snuffed dismissively, “The day that such happens, I will bump your raise by eighty Wakandan dollars, bow down and call you mistress of all in existence.”

“Can’t wait for my raise then,” Malika replied before closing the door and leaving you back you your work.

Malika sighed from her own mini desk as she worked through yet another shadow physics practice problem. Shadow Physics was nothing difficult, as it had been a core part of curriculum in Wakandan education ever since King T’Chaka invented it at age 26. But, Malika was not a math person, and the shadow physics problems that she needed to know for her test in a week were doing little more than annoying her. Sighing, she pushed another piece of fruit into her mouth, hoping the natural sugars would keep her motivated.

“Miss,” a deep male voice asked, “Is Miss (Y/N) here. I wish to speak with her.” “I am sorry sir but you will have to make an app-” Malika’s words caught in her throat and her eyes widened when she saw who was standing at her front desk.

King T’Challa, the Black Panther, stood there at her desk decked out in his full garb. His two infamous Dora Milaje, Ayo and Okoye, flanked his sides. “I hope I am not intruding on your studying,” T’Challa said with a knowing smirk. “Uh,,,uh...n-no your majesty,” Malika said with nervous laughter, “Please, I will take you right to her.”

“I do not understand why you refuse to collaborate, (Y/N),” Abana said with obviously fake dismay. Abana, better known as Abana Numiskini, had been Wakanda’s most prominent fashion designer before you showed up. Once your new fashions hit the market, you went from small time artist to nationwide fashion mogul. Abana had been “out” by the time you had come “in.” Even so, Abana was a snake - always looking to work with you and mooch off your success.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you gave the false sadness right back to her, “Oh Abana, umhlobo wam, you know I’d love to but I simply have to...take my cat to the medic’s. She is sick, again.”

Then, as if sent by Bast, Malika opened the door. “My lady, we-”

“Malika, I am on an important call. What is so important?” You asked, trying not to sound grateful for her interruption.

“My lady,” she forced out, “We have a guest.” Three regal figures walked up behind her and your eyes almost flew out of your skull.

“Apologies, is this a bad time?” King T’Challa asked, his pooling brown eyes swirling with concern. “Uh...,” you sounded, pushing a button and abruptly ending your conference call with Abana, “No, my king. Please, come in and have a seat. Malika, would get out guests some refreshments?”

Malika wordlessly nodded, almost stumbling out of the room as she stared at King T’Challa, before closing the door and leaving you alone with the ruler of the whole nation. “I appreciate you holding an audience with me on such short notice. The matter I have come to discuss with you is not so essential to the well being of Wakanda, though I confess - you are integral to its existence.”

“Please, wam kumkani, speak as freely as you would like.”

“Very well,” King T’Challa asked, “As you know, we have the Wakandan Summer Ball right before the warmest months of the year hit. Yet, you have denied your invitation on all accounts of my inviting you. May I ask why?”

Having being stunned, you took a second to collect your thoughts. “Well...I am a very busy woman. My job does not rest even if I have one night to wear a pretty dress and dance with a handsome king.” T’Challa smiled, “I can understand that. Forgive me for being so forward. It’s just that you are so interesting, and...I wanted to get to know you better.” “Aw my king, that is so kind of you. But-” “My lady,” Malika said boisterously as she opened the door, carrying a tray of fruits and cups of water, “I have the refreshments!”

“Ah Malika, thank you so much, I was just about to tell King T’Challa about how I couldn’t make it to his party because I’m about launch my new summer line. I have to send the designs over to dressmakers.”

“Oh that?” Malika asked with a growing smile, “Oh my queen, I did that for you already.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you thought up something else, “Oh...well I also must call the jewelers and make orders for some sample pieces. The models need jewelry to wear with my designs for the nest fashion show in a couple weeks.”

“That? My lady, I took care of that too.”

Your eyes narrowed, and in order to save face, you forced a smile to match Malika’s devious one.

“I have to clean my yard.”

“I called the gardener’s. He’s on his way to your house now.”

“I must feed my cat also.”

“I am sure you can do that once you actually buy him from the pet store.”

Your eyes narrowed more and you practically had to will yourself from strangling your assistant.

“If my party is too inconvenient for you,” King T’Challa spoke, a disappointed tinge to his dulcet voice, “Then I can come back later.”

“No,” you spoke, your tone direct, “I would love to come to the Wakandan Summer Ball.”

T’Challa’s lips stretched into a large grin, “Great. I hope to see you there. Please, let me know if you would like me to send transportation to pick you up. My contact information is-”

“On the letter,” You answered, mentally kicking yourself for having Malika dispose of the valuable piece of stationery.

“Lucky I held onto it so that you would not loose it,” Malika said, pulling the familiar invitation from her magenta dashiki.

“Excellent,” King T’Challa said jovially, as he and his Doras got up. Taking your hand gently, he kissed it, “I cannot wait to have you there.”

A second later, the King and his Dora Milaje were gone, leaving you and Malika alone.

“...You were banking on this the whole time weren’t you?”

“Yup,” Malika responded triumphantly, “Now let’s get you a dress for the ball.”

Translations:

Language: Xhosa

“Nkosazana” - address a miss (young women) in a formal work situation

“umhlobo wam” - “my friend”

“wam kumkani” - “my king”

(A/N: Aaaand that is Part 1 for Intimate Scars folks! Part 2 is coming right behind this one. I just wanted to make this imagine last a little longer. Please enjoy, like and comment. See you on the web!)

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iliketowrite1996 · 6 years

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Royal Wedding Series: Engagement Party- T’Challa x Reader

The Engagement Party

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of Cyberbullying, no actual bullying though. Mentions of insecurity.

‘’Oooo, Miss Y/L/N! That ring!,’’ Blessing, a young girl who is the sopranos for your fourteen to sixteen year olds looks at your ring.

‘’It is beautiful!,’’ Efua, now twelve, beams up at you, tossing her box braids over her shoulder, ‘’Please! Tell us the story!’’

It has been nearly a week since T’Challa proposed, and the first time that you showed the ring to your students. They had been asking you for details, and you promised that, if they got all of their work done and did not play around too much in rehearsals, you'd take some time off at the end of the day on Friday to tell them the story.

Much to their delight, the day had finally come.

‘’Yes, please!.’’ more of the children demand playfully, their grins enticing you to delay the start of practice a bit.

‘’Alright,’’ you laugh, ‘’Then, it’s straight onto rehearsal for the end of the year concert, alright? So, it started off as an ordinary Saturday…’’

Three hours later, you are done with the rehearsal, and the students are filing out one by one, making their way home and chit chatting with each other.

‘’Miss Y/L/N, may I walk with you,’’ Efua asks, grinning at you.

‘’Of course, Efua.’’

In all honesty, you were on your way to the palace. T’Challa promised that your parents would be here in the evening and you wanted to get changed a bit before you see them.

‘’Miss Y/L/N,’’ you hear a familiar voice behind you as you finished packing your bag for the weekend.

You look over to see none other than Ayo and Kya, a Dora Milaje warrior in training.

‘’Ayo, Kya, hello. Um, this is my student, Efua,’’ you gesture to her, but she is staring at the warrior women in front of her in awe.

‘’My future Queen,’’ Ayo gives you the salute, which you return ,’’We are here to escort you to the palace.’’

‘’I was on my way there now. Is everything alright? Have my parents arrived early?,’’ you ask, and Ayo is quick to reassure you.

‘’When you are queen, you will have one of us with you at all times. T’Challa thought it to be best if you begin this now so that it will be an easier transition when you do become Queen.’’

‘’Miss Y/L/N, you know the Dora Milaje. That is so cool,’’ Efua finally speaks.

‘’Indeed,’’ you smile down at her, ‘’I will be with you both in a moment.’’

‘’I understand if you can not walk me home,’’ Efua tells you as she watches the woman leave, ‘’But I think I want to change my mind about what I want to be.’’

‘’Oh you don’t want to be a journalist and a pilot,’’ you question, knowing how much she loves to write and loves to fly and how it has taken her forever to come to the conclusion she’d just have to do both, ‘’What do you want to be then?’’

‘’A Dora Milaje.’’

‘’My love, you look absolutely amazing,’’ T’Challa grabs your waist and presses a tender kiss to your lips.

‘’So do you. I like this on you,’’ you notice that he’s wearing a white jacket instead of his usual black one, and it just makes his skin look even more breathtakingly radiant.

Could he be any more beautiful?

‘’I adore this outfit on you,’’ he looks down at the Green jumpsuit with a skirt that Shuri had selected, ‘’And those heels… I thought you did not like heels.’’

‘’I do not, but these are very comfortable. Shuri designed them. They don’t make that click-clacking noise I hate.’’

‘’Did she call them ‘Sneakers’,’’ T’Challa raises an eyebrow, and you look at him confused.

‘’Yes, how did you know?’’

‘’Wild guess, beautiful. I Can't wait until I can be alone with you later. The Black Panther, finally alone with his beautiful wife.’’

‘’So do I take on a super cool, crime fighting alter ego as well,’’ I ask ,and he laughs.

‘’Yes,’’ he answers ,’’If you would like to do so. After all you and I, we are equals. Though I would ;like to maintain some traditional customs, if you feel like you have the need to help save the world and protect Wakanda, then go for it.’’

He is so loving.

Yes, you have your moments. You don’t always see eye-to-eye, and you’ve had small arguments and one huge fight. However, he has never made you feel like you were inferior. He knew you were battling your own insecurities, he knew the way some people judge your relationship, knew the heated conversations you've over hears when making your daily walk to work. While many people were accepting, there were a few that were not. There always where. Now, with the announcement of your engagement to the world, the hate comments had begun to flood in from every direction.

Not that you told him that. He had enough on his mind with policies and such, and protecting Wakanda. You can take care of yourself, and you’ll tell him if it is truly unbearable.

‘’Y/N…,’’ T’Challa begins, looking past you, ‘’You know that my mother adores you. As does Shuri. I just want to know what the plan will be if your parents do not like me.’’

That shocks you, because how could anyone not like him?

‘’Why would you ask that?’’

‘’It is a possibility. I am well aware of my own flaws, and I know that others are, too. I know that your family means a great deal to yo, and it is important to you that we get along, so it is important to me as well.’’

There are very few moments when he shows you his insecurities, that the Black Panther is still human.

‘’Listen to me,’’ you take his face in your hands, ‘’I love you, alright? We will get through this dinner, and they will love you. We will go and exchange pleasantries with your friends and associates and then we will go back to your room and watch movies, but really we will kiss because I have to get up early tomorrow, as do you.’’

He chuckles then, thanking you and holding your hands and leaning his forehead against yours.

‘’Thank you, my love.’’

It never occurs to you that he gets insecure. Physically, she looks impeccable. He is also sweet, soulful, intelligent. He is the ultimate package.

But he is human, he does receive hate, he does have insecurities and cracks in his armor.

Vibranium may protect him physically, but not emotionally.

And that is where you come in.

You are brought out of your deep thoughts by T’Challa pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder, his warm lips pressing against your skin.

‘’Ew, save this for the bedroom,’’ Shuri whines as she enters, dressed in a strapless purple dress.

‘’Hmmm, I think that she is right. Maybe we could retire early this evening.’’

‘’Gross, T’Challa,’’ she deadpans, taking your hand and pulling you away, ‘’Come on, big sister. I want to ask you some things before your parents arrive.’’

‘’Where are you taking my fiance’?’’

‘’To talk smack about you,’’ she blows her brother a playful kiss, and you laugh along with him as you two scoot down the halls.

‘’So what did you really want to know,’’ you ask as she links her arm through yours

‘’Well,’’ Shuri begins, ‘’I want you to know that I really do appreciate you and see you as a sister. You make T’Challa happy and he makes you happy. And that’s all I want for my brother.’’

She’s being uncharacteristically sweet until…

‘’Plus you are the only person in this palace who likes Vines as much as I do and will roast T’Challa with me.’’

There she is.

‘’And you are like the big sister I have always wanted. Mother adores you and I am sure that Baba would have as well. And now that you are going to officially be apart of the family…’’

She opens her bedroom door to reveal Ramonda, who is holding a beautiful necklace with a jade jewel in the middle, ‘’That it is time that you were given some family apparel.’’

She steps forward, placing the necklace on you and adjusting it, ‘’You look beautiful, my daughter.’’

‘’Are you both trying to make me cry,’’ you ask, tears starting to form, ‘’That’s not fair.’’

‘’Get used to it. T’Challa is going to write the mushiest vows of all time, and he’s gonna be all like ‘’I love you sooo much, my love’.’’

‘’He really does,’’ Ramonda nods with a fond smile ,’’You Are simply taking the next step in your journey.’’

Yup. Here come the tears.

Not too much longer later, you find yourself in the foyer, and your parents are being escorted in by Kya and Okoye.

‘’Y/L/N,’’ your mother practically squeals, rising over to pull you into a hug as your dad does the same.

‘’Mom, dad,’’ you sigh, breathing in the scent of them, the scent of a home that you have not known for a while now.

‘’Sweetheart, we have missed you so much,’’ your mother sings, the presses a kiss to your forehead.

‘’I have missed both of you as well. Please, let me introduce you to everyone.’’

T’Challa steps forward then, extending his hand, shaking your parents’ hands one at a time ,’’Hello, it is nice to meet you. I am T’Challa.’’

‘’Well, we have heard a lot about you. Thank you for putting us up at that wonderful resort! It was so nice to get in and take a nap before arriving here. You are very generous,,’’ your mother practically gauges, ‘’Y/N is right, you are also very handsome!’’

‘’Mother!’’

‘’It is nice to finally meet you,’’ your dad says then, and Ramonda and Shuri Step forward as well, making their introductions.,’’ T’Challa loops your arm through his then, ‘’We’d better get going. Our guests have arrived.’’

The party is in full swing by the time you get three, people dancing, and eating and drinking while waiting for you and T’Challa to arrive.

You meet leaders of the other tribes, including M’Baku. T’Challa seems to have slightly mended his friendship with W’Kabi, but he still keeps his distance. Your parents get to know T’Challa and Shuri and Ramonda, and soon your mother is dancing with Shuri and Ramonda and your dad are having an animated conversation.

You love them and can not wait to spend the day tomorrow showing them your beautiful new home, but right now, you are exhausted.

Still, you smile through dinner, laugh with M’Baku and Shuri as they playfully tease T’Challa, dance with your parents and catch up on the happenings at home and arrange for them to fly back for the wedding.

It is not until after dinner, when you're considering convincing T’Challa to take you back to his room so you can watch movies together.

Okay, fine, and make out too.

That is when you see a familiar face, one you recognized on the news with T’Challa shortly after you moved here, but never really seemed to see again. Not in person t least. You’d spoken to her on the phone with T’Challa, as he said he wanted you to meet another important woman in his life. You’d video chatted a few times as well, but this is the first time. Of course she is here today. T’Challa had said that it was a possibility, but unlikely. That she was busy, hadn’t talked to him in months.

The one woman that T’Challa would gladly leave behind in his life if it meant that you would be happy and secure in your

And here she is- this graceful, brave, intelligent beauty that you have heard about before. One who you harbor no ill-will towards, anyone who seems rather indifferent to you as well.

Because the only thing that you have in common is the one that is standing in front of you right now, staring at you with heart eyes.

‘’My king,’’ the woman smiles genuinely, and you see T’Challa freeze before turning away to face her.

‘’Nakia… hi.’’

Disclaimer: These characters belong totheir respective owners. I own nothing in Marvel.

Note: I absolutely adore Nakia and she will not be painted in a negative light, but she will be used to force T’Challa and the reader to have a conversation that they have both been avoiding.

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