#T'Challa x you

[dramaqueeenamby]

Easy | T'Challa Udaku

A/N: My god, BP2 was such an emotional ride. This is a product of all of the emotions I'm still reeling from. I have not written for BP in probably a year+, so I apologize for the rustiness.

Warnings: ANGST.

Words: 3K

You can find my other works HERE.

++++++++++++DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER++++++++++++

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Loving him was easy. 

Maybe too easy.

Maybe things would have been easier if he wasn’t so easy. So easy to admire, so easy to be drawn to, so easy to feel an ungodly amount of love and adoration for. 

But maybe that was just T’Challa. With his beautiful smile and brilliant mind, few paths seemed to lead to some place loveless. He was the embodiment of attraction, from the way he spoke, to the way he conducted himself, to the way he loved.

Yeah….easy seemed to be unavoidable. 

A small smile makes its way to your face as you reminisce on your first meeting all those years ago. 

“Would you just tell me already?”

Nakia simply looks over at you with that same bored yet tempted expression. “And ruin the surprise? Never.”

She laughs, clearly amused by your frustration, by the lack of patience for which you’ve still struggled to fully comprehend. 

You’d just completed your War Dog training and had been assigned to Nakia, to shadow her on a few missions and prove that you were ready for your own assignment. It was a perfect partnership, as Nakia matched your wit and sense of humor, both of which had definitely gotten you in trouble more times than you’d like to admit.

“How about a hint?”

“How about no?”

Your eyes narrowed as you nudged her. “You are enjoying this.”

“Somewhat,” she admits. You share another look before giggling together when a firm voice from behind interrupts your moment. 

“Forgive me, ladies.”

“You are not forgiven,” your response is natural and instantaneous, a small smirk playing on your face. “Matter of fact, you should know better than to sneak on two lad–” The smirk drops and your ridicule is cut short by the dark eyes and curious gaze of the crowned prince who stands before you. 

If Nakia was amused before, she was delighted now. You can feel her eyes still focused on you as she bumps you with her hip. “Y/N, you didn’t finish your statement. How rude.”

Your glare could burn two holes into the princess as she shakes her head and returns her focus onto Prince T’Challa. 

“Yes, T’Challa?” It’s in the most random, unexpected moments that you remember while Nakia is your friend, she is also royalty. Perhaps it’s something you should commit to memory, especially given how you’ve just completely disregarded all protocol for the future ruler of Wakanda. 

Finally able to pick your eyeballs off the ground, you find that T’Challa’s gaze is pinpointed on you. “Nakia is correct. It is improper to finish your statement…..”

He trails off, and you realize he’s searching for your name. Slightly dejected and still embarrassed, you answer, hastily adding a “your grace” onto the end. For good measure and respect.

He simply makes a sound before repeating your name. It feels so strange hearing your name on his mouth, strange but also….right. Shifting your stance, you’re thankful when he finally reirects his focus to Nakia. Memory of what was said between them was lost years ago, but the initial butterflies in your stomach upon your first meeting have always stayed with you. 

You pray to Bast they always will. 

Rolling your shoulders, your fingers dance across the fabric on your skin. It’s a piece you’d acquired since moving to Haiti. Your fingertips stroke the intricate pattern, and just like that, you’re hit with memories of laying in bed, naked, a sheen of sweat covering your back while the same fingers dance across his chest.

There are too many times that this occurred, but it’s somewhat easier to recall one of the later moments. 

The silence rattles you, not because you can’t handle it. It’s because you know underneath it lies turmoil, It’s present in the way he entered you, rough, desperate, lost. Lovemaking with T’Challa was always anything but that, maybe the first of them at times, but never the latter two. 

Your hands flatten against his chest, gently curving inward to draw his attention. He doesn’t move to look down, but you know he’s listening. 

“Talk to me,” you implore, licking your lips. “There’s so much more room out here, my love.”

He says nothing but you feel the scoff underneath his strong chest. “There is already too much out here.”

“Nay,” you lean to kiss the underside of his jaw. “You underestimate the space, kumkani.”

Finally, allowing you a glance of his dejected expression, he counters, “and you underestimate the weight, Isithandwa.”

Sighing, your hand travels to his face. “You didn’t know, T’Challa. None of us did.” If you’re being honest with yourself, it’s still nearly incomprehensible to believe that King T’Chaka was responsible for the murder of his own brother as well as the abandonment of his nephew, T’Challa’s cousin, the man who seemed hellbent on revenge. 

But not for poor reasons.

Still, the fact that so much of this falls on T’Challa, who has barely had time to mourn the loss of his father, your heart aches for the pain he refuses to show but you know he feels. 

“And we cannot change the past,” you continue, though vaguely unsure of yourself. T’Challa has always been the better of you two when it came to wording things in a way that was equally beautiful as it was helpful. “But, we can make decisions now that will help us create a better future.”

“Built on what? Lies.”

“No….” Again, your hand movement shifts to his hard abdomen, as your fingers offer comforting, circular movements. “No, my love, the lies stop with you. You will be the change that will usher in a new era for Wakanda, a better era, for us all.”

Instead of the incoherent sounds you usually receive, his hand on your back tugs you just a little closer. “You have such unyielding faith in me.”

You sit on his words for a few seconds before answering thoughtfully. “I’ve questioned many things in my life, T’Challa, but not one of them has ever been you. Not your ability to rule, to protect, not even to love.” A beat. “Now I’ve maybe questioned your fashion choices at one point or another, but Shuri’s influence will hopefully start to rub off on you.”

A small yelp escapes your mouth as he flips positions so that he’s hovering over you. Your gazes lock as he lowers himself, stealing the gentlest of kisses before resting his forehead against yours. Your hands cradle his cheeks as he kisses both of your palms before shifting downward and laying against your chest. Your arms cocoon him, protecting him, offering a solace only found within your safe embrace.

“I love you, T’Challa. Never forget that.”

You once believed that the five years without T’Challa, having lost him to the Snap, was the most difficult thing you’d ever had to endure.

Clearly….clearly you were wrong.

It starts with a cough. 

Nothing persistent or chronic, more inconsistent and light than anything. Probably nothing major enough to raise an eyebrow from anyone else. But you knew T’Challa, and you knew the many benefits of the heart shaped herb.

He didn’t get sick, and more importantly, the black panther didn’t get sick. 

A small part of you pretended that it wasn't an issue. You were comforted by the fact that he’d been ripped away from you for five years and returned. What more heartache could possibly outweigh that?

But then the cough was no longer as infrequent, and along with it came a sort of dullness in his normally bright eyes. He seemed….weary.

You knew the weight of returning after being gone for so long weighed on him, but this….this was different.

It was also concerning, as he would come and visit at least once a month, the two of you no longer able to steal moments in time as often as you once did. You were both older now with even more responsibilities than ever before. So when he came to visit two times in a row and you noticed the same dullness, your concern definitely spiked.

It was late, and the two of you were just getting into bed. He’d only just pulled back the blankets when you finally asked.

“How long do you plan to pretend that everything is alright?”

He stands upright and his jaw ticks. “What are you talking about?”

Deflection. T’Challa never deflects. Your concern increases.

Moving across the room, you stand directly in front, looking up at him. “You know exactly what I am talking about.” When he says nothing, your hand lifts to his cheek. “Please talk to me. I am worried.”

“It’s nothing.”

“What is it, T’Challa?” Moving closer, you lay yourself against his chest, mindful of how he hesitates to reciprocate your embrace. “I need you to be honest with me.” A beat. “Or maybe I just need you to be honest with yourself.”

His body tenses underneath the weight of your own as well as your words. And finally, he answers, “something has been…..plaguing me.” Looking up, he immediately goes into comfort mode. “It is nothing to worry about, Isithandwa.”

His eyes betray him, and you can’t help how your own water. “How close are you to a cure?” His silence is the answer you don’t want to hear. It’s an answer that is not the security of promise and hope that you need in this moment. 

“Y/N–”

“What-what does Shuri think?” More silence. Your eyes naturally widen. “You have not told her?” His lack of an answer adds another layer of panic as she painfully realizes, “you have not told anyone….”

“There is no need to worry anyone, Y/N.”

“But I am worried, T’Challa!” You whisper harshly, mindful of your volume as not to disturb or let alone awake the last person who needs to be hearing this conversation. “Do you not think I have not noticed how long this has lasted? You have been sick for weeks, months maybe, and if there is no cure in sight, then who is to say you will get better?”

He shakes his head, cupping your face. “Aye, listen to me.” The tears are falling, and his thumb goes to brush them away. “You once told me that you have never doubted me. Do you remember this? Hmm?”

Sniffling, you manage to nod and murmur, “yes.”

Relieved, he tucks you into him, his chin resting on the top of your head. “So trust me now, Y/N. Have faith.”

His words still haunt you, still bring the sting of tears to your eyes and the sharp flash of pain in your chest. Realizing that the man you love has limited time left on earth is a pain like none other. But watching him gradually decline, knowing that there’s nothing you can do….that is a hurt too explosive to even describe.

For his sake, you both acted normal. Same smiles, just a little dimmer. Same laughter, just an octave lighter. Same love, not a damn thing different. Some days you wonder if that was for the better or for the worse. Was it staying and operating out a state of denial? Could you have maybe delayed it, prevented it even if there was more of a sense or urgency?

Because even when you both sat him down, when you were finally honest about T’Challa’s condition, about where his path was leading him, it still felt bitterly hopeful. Like it was a maybe instead of a definitely.

Maybe this will happen, instead of this is going to happen.

But you also knew this wasn’t a decision that you could make by yourself. And truth be told, it wasn’t even a decision T’Challa could make, which disgusted you. How could a man like T’Challa, your sweet, kind love be subjected to such a cruel ending? An ending so unbecoming of the majestic man that he was. 

This is when the anger kicks in, the rage at having him taken from you not once, not twice, but three times. Why the hell did you all have to be dealt such a vile card? What travesties could you have done, could he have done to deserve this ending? 

In the final weeks, days even, items were dropped or were thrown, tempers were short, clearly, and interactions felt so much more heavy. You still beat yourself up for being so consumed by your own emotions that maybe you weren’t present enough for him when he needed you the most. 

That also happens a lot, that feeling of it not being enough. Not enough of him. Not enough of you all. Not enough time. 

Not enough of…..anything. 

And then that ceremony, the damn goodbye that he decided would be just for them, that was the moment you realized that T’Challa wouldn’t be returning for another visit. This was the last time, and it broke you. Of that night, you don’t remember much, just the absolute agony and grief that tore through your entire being. It’s such a blur, but the pain felt is a constant. 

That last goodbye…..even reflecting back on it is too much to bear, too much to try to swallow. Maybe someday you’ll be able to dwell on it….but now….now is too soon, much too soon.

What does stand out is the days following the notice you received that he’d passed on to be with the ancestors.

Washing the dishes was the last thing you wanted to do, but the dishwasher was giving an error code, and you couldn’t bring yourself to seek out someone who could fix it. Especially when that someone you would usually call is no longer available. 

Wiping at your face with the back of your hand had become a habit, one that had caused the skin on your face to become tender, harsh even from the constant friction. But the final straw was dropping the glass plate in your hand onto the floor, shattering all over the tile. 

You cursed, leaning down to gather the pieces only to not pay close enough attention, accidentally slicing the palm of your hand.

Hissing loudly, you lifted your arm, observing the blood leave the open wound. You do nothing to stop it, watching it continue to spill, even aiding in the process as you apply pressure around the area. It’s a fruitless effort though, because the physical pain is nothing in comparison to your emotional pain. 

Overcome with that same emotion, you bring yourself to your feet and storm out the door, running toward the beachfront. 

T’Challa always loved the water and wanted you two to be away from everyone else, both for your comfort as well as your privacy and overall safety. 

Falling to your knees, your hands brace against the grainy sand as a loud, guttural, visceral scream erupts from the deepest part of your soul. But, it’s not enough. So you go again. And again. And again. Continuing to scream until your voice breaks, as does your resolve.

Now on your side, sobs rake through your entire body, you wails bouncing off the waves of the water. 

It’s both comforting and suffocating. A release and a limitation. A blessing and a curse.

“How-how could you leave me?” The question is posed to no one, to everyone, to anyone who will listen. “How could you leave us!” The interrogative nature quickly transitions to a demanding tone, a plea, a beg for mercy. “You said-you said to have faith, and I–I did.” You continue to wail, shaking your head. “And where are you now? WHERE ARE YOU, T’CHALLA?”

Stomach throbbing and eyes burning, your vision is blurred by pain, but you manage to twist your body when small but firm arms wrap around you and a body is pressed against yours. The familiar smell of shea and cocoa butter fills your nostrils as you look down and nearly cave again.

“I’m right here, mama,” your son’s words hit you deeper than anything you could have imagined. And another wave of tears overcomes you as he repeats himself and holds you even tighter. “I’m right here.” 

You’re not sure if Challa, as both you and T’Challa took to calling him even when he was still in your womb, will ever be able to fully comprehend the depth and importance of his words. His comfort in that moment pulling you from a darkness you’d never encountered. A darkness you’re not sure you would have been able to save yourself from without him. 

It’s been roughly a year since that night, that evening where your greatest blessing saved you from your greatest battle. And every day is a struggle, there’s always moments where you find yourself encountering a memory, missing a touch, yearning for that love.

But then Challa will smile at you, and you’re reminded that death…is never the end. 

You remember that loving T’Challa was always so easy because it was inevitable. 

“You’re always with me, my love,” you speak upward, smiling softly. “And you always will be.” 

#black panther #black panther: wakanda forever #bp2 #black panther fanfiction #black panther fanfic #T'Challa #T'Challa x reader #T'Challa x you #T'Challa Udaku #Black Panther x reader

[tarithenurse]

Good morning

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: T’Challa x fem!reader (can be read as GN) Word count: 504 Content: Pure fluff, morning after, mentions of smut and morning wood, domestic!T’Challa, kinda petite reader. A/N: Drabble-esque bite of morning fluff. This time it’s unbetaed (giving my darling a break because I’ve been abusing her skills lately).

Good morning

You’ve been lying awake for a few minutes, watching how the morning sun moves across the pillow towards him. Calm. Serene. T’Challa is always beautiful but he’s down right ethereal in his sleep.

As the sunbeam hits his cheek (highlighting the curves and lines that you find so handsome), the light brings renewed life to his skin, adding a golden sheen to the already warm hue. His eyelashes flutter but don’t open. His nose scrunches a bit and you know that he’s awake because his breathing alters, becoming a deep, satisfied sigh at first.

Then you notice his hand twitching, crabbing slowly across the expanse of the bed between the two of you until it finds what it’s looking for: you. And he smiles.

Not a word is spoken, not even as he turns to the side and lifts his part of the covers to allow you access. Happily, you accept: turning and squirming closer until you’re spooning and you can feel his morning wood against your butt. You wiggle a bit, earning a new sigh from him before he stills you with a large hand on your hip – after all, this night has left you both sated.

You can feel T’Challa’s breath against your neck, making the little hairs there drift on the warm air each time he exhales. It tickles but you’re too lazy to move. It feels heavenly to lie in his arms. Cocooned. Smiling, you drift off once more.

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You feel the emptiness of the bed before you really come to: somehow T’Challa must have been able to sneak out of your shared bed but you can hear rummaging beyond the bedroom and there’s a scent of pancakes that immediately makes your stomach rumble. Sitting up, you stretch, feeling the pleasant soreness of your thighs. Then you get up and find the closest piece of clothing to drape over your naked form.

Following the scent and sounds while buttoning T’Challa’s shirt, you’re led to the kitchen as expected. There, your love is tending to the frying pan and a stack of pancakes are already standing ready at the side while the table has been decked with fresh juice, coffee, tea, and a variety of toppings for the pancakes that you didn’t even know you had in the fridge.

“Good morning, beloved” he hums, flashing you a smile and a quirked eyebrow at the sight of you, “that suits you.”

You’re rolling up the sleeves of the shirt that riches mid-thigh. He, on the other hand, is dressed in low-hanging sweats and a simple t-shirt that clings to his form perfectly.

“Morning,” you grin, but he’s already busy once more with the pancakes. Sauntering over, you place a gentle kiss on his cheek before turning to the table and its riches. “Smells and looks delicious, babe.”

“Thank you.” There’s pride in his voice. “This is the last one so sit, get something to drink, and I’ll be right there.”

You smile, certain that you’ll never forget this morning.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Marvel: The Rich Master List

Tony Stark

Tabby Girl (11/27/22)

Kintober Series- Day Eight (10/08/23)

Thor

Kintober Series- Day Thirteen (10/13/23)

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker

Peter x Gwen

Wife Treatment (02/07/24) r

The Rich-

#marvel x you #marvel x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x reader #thor x y/n #thor x you #thor x reader #stephen strange x y/n #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x reader #t'challa x reader #t'challa x you

[lukas-dusk]

Tony texting Pepper

Tony : I WANT TO GIVE HIM THINGS

Tony : LIKE BLOWJOBS AND SELF ESTEEM!

Pepper : Please stop talking.

#I'll let you imagine who he's talking about #incorrect quotes #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #tony stark #iron man #pepper potts #virginia potts #tony stark harem #tony harem #stephen x tony #ironstrange #winteriron #bucky x tony #Thor X Tony #Quill X Tony #loki x tony #stony #T'challa X tony #iron husbands #Rhodey X tony #bruce x tony #peter x tony

[livstarlight]

I love and appreciate wakanda forever exactly as it is, but a part of me grieves the version we didn’t get with T'Challa in it.

Because him having his story to follow with his son, while at the same time Shuri is having her own arc in Talokan with Namor, it makes everything 75% funnier.

Just imagine T'Challa, returned from the blip, mourning the years he has lost, especially trying to catch up with his son... meanwhile a god mutant king shows up to cause some mayhem and calls him out because he put his kingdom in danger by revealing Wakanda to the world. Then proceeds to kidnap his sister, who truthfully doesn’t seem to exactly mind, and who when comes back she's all like "He is not so bad once you get to know him." "What? Wait-" "And Talokan? Oh brother, it's beautiful." "Shuri..." "THEY HAVE A SUN UNDERWATER, BROTHER. A SUN."

#fucking hilarious if you ask me #namor soon after meeting shuri: you know what maybe land is not so bad #heart eyes motherfucker #war is OVER before even starting #t'challa is just there sighing and regretting all his life choices #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #shuri #namor #t'challa #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #headcanon

[your-averagewriter]

Work interruptions.

Summary: Shuri enjoys calling her girlfriend from the Jabari Tribe during her work shifts bearing gifts that give homemade a whole new meaning but they can't hang out during the day so (y/n) meets her after her shifts (Shuri x fem!reader).

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: fluff, weapons, kissing?

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“(y/n) of the Jabari Tribe, your council is sought by the leaders of the Golden Tribe.” A warrior of a lower rank requests.

“Permission to leave,” I ask of M’Baku who’s slumped in his chair.

“Yes, yes.” He says dismissing me with a wave of his hand before continuing the meeting that was interrupted by the announcement. This has happened multiple times now, Shuri summons me to her home for unimportant reasons.

Grabbing hold of my sword I hop down from the platform I was standing on and I follow the warrior out of the room. He leads me out of the building and towards the hangar.

“I can escort myself, thank you,” I say, a serious, authoritative tone in my voice. It’s hard to get taken seriously when you’re only 17, a woman and the warriors ranked below you are all taller and older than you. But he nods before exiting.

I make my way to my speeder, yes I know sounds like some science fiction but it’s not, Shuri designed it for me. Quickly, I mount it and fly to the Golden Tribe’s palace. I drop off my speeder in their hangar before announcing myself to the guards. They lead me through the building and to the lab even though I already know the way.

“You requested my presence?” I ask bowing to Shuri slowly before standing up straight.

“Yes, my love. Come here.” She says waving me towards what I assume is a new creation of hers. She starts explaining about the small object, a bracelet of beads by the looks of it. She ties it around my wrist and explains what it does and how it will help keep me safe.

“Princess, I am on duty, you cannot keep calling me over when you are not in danger or there is no reason of importance,” I say and she looks disappointed.

“But I miss you in the day. You’re always so busy!” She says.

“I’ll come back later when I’m off-duty,” I say trying to appease her.

“Ugh fine.” She says, begrudgingly.

“Do you need anything else, princess?” I ask bowing again.

“Yes, actually.” She points to her cheek and I sigh but walk over anyway. I kiss her on the cheek before leaving the room.

“You look very pretty today, goodbye, my love,” I say before heading back to my post in the mountains.

The rest of the day is fairly calm, not much happens apart from the usual security at M’Baku’s meetings. Otherwise, it’s an easy day although the time that I relax will be the time I’m caught off guard.

Taking off my armour, I place it on the armour stand before pulling on some more casual clothes, a mesh bodysuit with a pair of black trousers and chunky boots - not the most practical but great for kicking people with. 

Heading towards the Golden Tribe palace for the second time this day I suddenly hear a voice from the beaded bracelet, jumping slightly I’m awakened by it.

“(y/n), are you almost here?” Shuri’s voice sounds through the beads.

“Shuri? I that you?” I ask holding the beads in front of my mouth, my mind completely ‘boggled’.

“Yes, my lover, it is me. You need not hold the beads so close to your mouth.” She says with a chuckle.

“Why are you in the beads?” I ask shaking my wrist.

“I am not in the beads, I promise. It’s a telecom like in the fighter jets.”

“Okay, if you’re sure…” I trail off.

“So, are you almost here?” She asks again. 

“Yes, I’ll be with you in mere minutes, be patient, my dear.” I say before tapping the beads trying to ‘hang up’.

“Excellent.” She says before a small beep sound is made and her voice disappears. Pulling up to my ear I shake it once more before shrugging and moving on.

Minutes later I arrive at the same palace and I’m escorted in once again by two guards.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice from in front of me.

“King T’Challa,” I say before kneeling on one knee and bowing my head, the guards behind me do the same. 

T’Challa chuckles. “Surely, we are past this now, are we not (y/n)?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say with my head bowed still.

“There is no need for you to kneel and bow to me, are we not better friends than that, how long have you been dating Shuri? 2, or 3 years? Come on now, surely we moved past these formalities a while ago.” He says with a laugh, holding his hand out to me.

I take it hesitantly with a gracious smile. “I guess so, King T’Challa.”

“Just T’Challa, please.” He says before shaking my hand and looking behind me. “Do they not let you in here unaccompanied?” He says and I shake my head. “Well, from now on (y/n) does not need to be accompanied within my home, it is safe and I trust her.” He says to the guards and almost immediately they retreat back to the main doors. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” Placing his hands behind his back.

“Of course not.” We continue walking towards the laboratory.

Conversation is made, the usual ‘how are you’s and ‘how’s work’, the usual until we make it to the lab.

“(y/n) finally!” I hear as soon as I step foot in the lab, the next thing I see is her running towards me. She wraps her arms around me.

“Shuri, as adorable as this is moment is, give the woman some space.” He chuckles.

“Go away brother, why are you even here?” She asks, jokingly grimacing at him.

“I’ll leave, I’ll leave.” He says placing his hands in the air in a mock surrender before backing away towards the door. “I don’t want to interrupt you two.”

“Yes, get out of my lab!” She yells as he opens the door and leaves. 

“I missed you today, my love.” I say as she’s still gripping onto me. “I’m guessing you did as well.”

“Of course,” She pulls away from me but stays holding onto my hand.  “Come on, I’ve got something extra for you.” 

She picks something small off of the side and places it into my hand and closes my palm. Re-opening my palm I inspect the two small objects against my skin. Two earrings it looks like, they’re made of a pale blue gem like material with metal coatings. They’re beautiful.

“They match your bracelet and they work very similarly - they have qualities that help track you and protect you.”

“They are really pretty.” I say admiring them.

“Try them on.” she says, leading me over towards one fo the full body mirrors. I change out my old ones which are plain balls of metal whilst the new ones are blue gems. Checking myself in the mirror, I look at the earrings and how well they match my outfit before turning to Shuri.

“They’re beautiful. I love you.” I say, kissing her gently. 

“Thank you, I couldn’t make a second pair in time for your arrival so that’s my pair, you can have them, they’ll keep you safe.” I shake my head.

“You are the princess, sister of the king, you need to be safe and protected, I am a warrior I’m of no high status and am a target of little persecution - you need these more than me.” I say starting to take out the earrings.

“No, no, (y/n), you don’t need to, I’ll be able to make a second pair sometime tomorrow and I’ll be safe until then.”

“Who is gonna keep you safe until then?”

“You, I guess you’re staying the night babe unless you want to leave me entirely defenceless. What would I do without you?” She says with a smirk before pecking me on the lips.

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AN: I just saw Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and I'm in love with everyone in the movie all over again.

This a reminder that Shuri is at a minimum of 16 and a maximum of 19 so please don't be creepy and read this if you're like 30 - I am a minor and so is the character. In this fic specifically, Shuri is either 16 or 17 so just don't be creepy.

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[janetsnakehole02]

Shoutout to the one guy sitting behind me that dropped three “oh shit”s at the mid credits scene in Wakanda Forever 😭

#i could not stop laughing #but it really was an ‘oh shit’ moment so i mean #valid #also spoilers in tags - beware before you expand #black panther spoilers #wakanda forever spoilers #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther 2 #black panther #wakanda forever #ryan coogler #princess shuri #shuri #letitia wright #nakia #lupita nyong'o #t’challa #chadwick boseman #nakia x t'challa #t’challa x nakia #toussaint #marvel #mcu #mcu phase four #mcu phase 4

[dontask-idkeither]

Hold me by the heart

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

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

Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?

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

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

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2016

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2018

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

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

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

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

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

2024

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”

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

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

The funeral

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

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

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

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

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

2025

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[literaryavenger]

I've been having a bit of writer's block lately, everything I write I don't like and delete almost right away, so I'm here to ask anyone who wants to, to give me ideas, requests, suggestions, concepts, whatever. Even if you have a fic you'd like to see written out, I'm willing to do even personalised fics with your name and details you want, really just anything to get me writing something I won't hate!

I mostly do Bucky, but it can be any other Avenger or even non-marvel related character, as long as I know the character so I can give you the best story possible.

It can be any kind of trope, au and pairing, I'm open to anything except incest. I've never done smut, but with the right idea I could try it out.

Feel free to message me or use the ask button anytime you want!

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[tarithenurse]

Longing

Fandom: MCU Pairing: T’Challa &/x fem!reader Content: Lots of pining and some fluff A/N: I admit, I should have worked on other projects but I didn’t and here we go! Enjoy!

Longing

...   T’Challa   ...

Standing on the balcony high above Birning Zana, T’Challa was blind to the glory of his city because his inner vision was swarmed with images of you.

He had known you for years (since childhood, actually) and during that time his boyish inclination to seek you out had grown. It had transgressed what pure friendship ought to be and now he found himself unable to free his mind from you, be it awake or asleep. He didn’t want to, though. He quite liked having you there as a part of his life all the time but he feared that if he were to be honest with you – if he confessed his feelings – that he would lose you.

“My boy,” he heard his mother speak behind him, startling him with the nearness of her presence, “where is your mind at?”

“Right here, mama,” he tried to hide his fluster.

“Do not take me for a fool,” she admonished with a kind smile, “but let me ask you instead...where is your heart?” He could have answered a plethora of things but instead he found himself hesitating and that must have been enough for his mother to guess at his true feelings. “Did you know...the day your father confessed his love for me, he was shaking...trembling with fear that I might say no...that he might lose me?”

“I did not know,” T’Challa admits truthfully, silently fearing a similar possibility.

“It was his honesty that made me understand my own feelings.” For a moment they stood in silence, watching the life unfold far beneath in the streets and at the markets. “Far from me is it to tell you what to do in matters of your heart,” Ramonda smiles, “but I do hope you will invite [Y/N] along for my birthday party next week?”

T’Challa stared at his mother, dumbfounded by the forwardness and insight. It would be the perfect opportunity. “I will ask her.”

...   Reader  ...

Reaching out for the perfect avocado, you were peeved to see it being picked up by someone else but the disappointment only lasted a few seconds as the owner of the hand tossed it to you.

“I can’t take it when you look so sad, [Y/N],” T’Challa laughs.

“Good! Because I have plans for this one.”

You payed and then began to walk side by side with the man you’d come to adore and admire through years of knowing him. Smiling up at him, you could sense that something was on his mind but you knew better than to probe.

Only when the two of you have found a quiet park and the guards have spread out a bit did T’Challa speak to you again: “I was hoping you might be free next week? Friday, specifically?”

Butterflies began to flutter in your chest and stomach. Is he asking for a date? “I...think I am?”

“Good good...uhm...” Your king and friend was fidgeting with the ring on his thumb. “My mother would like you to attend her birthday celebrations.”

Ramonda...not him? “That is kind of her,” you answered, hoping you could hide the new disappointment in your voice.

You were not a stranger in the king’s household and considered yourself to be on amicable terms with both the queen and princess Shuri. Going to Ramonda’s celebration would not be a stretch of that relationship. No. What bothered you was that it was she that had asked for your attendance and not something T’Challa asked for his own sake and so you had half a mind to decline the invitation.

“T’Challa...” For the first time this day, your eyes met and you felt for a moment as though there was a glimmer of hope there within the ebony pools of his eyes. You sighed. “I would be honoured to come.”

Later that night as you laid in bed, you made yourself a promise to tell T’Challa the truth about what you felt for him. It might risk your friendship, but you found that the longing was starting to poison your view on every single situation with him.

...  T’Challa   ...

He found himself to be nervous – much more than normal at social events but perhaps that had something to do with the decision he’d made: he would use this opportunity to talk with [Y/N] and confess his feelings.

The only problem was – well that was a lie as there were several issues with the plan – one of the problems was that the object of his desire still hadn’t shown herself. Not that she was late...at least not more than fashionably so.

“Relax,” Ramonda said to her son, “I am sure she will be here soon.” And just as she said it the doors opened to let in the woman in question.

Wauw was the most coherent thought T’Challa could manage to begin with. Wearing a dress in a deep red with gold, [Y/N] looked like royalty herself.

...  Reader   ...

You caught Ramonda’s eyes briefly and saw her nod to T’Challa before she walked away and began talking with the leader of the River Tribe. Then all you could see was your friend as he came towards you. The man you cared about. Loved. All the words you had prepared, everything you wanted to say to him now became a mishmash in your mind, muddled by nerves that had your heart pounding hard in your chest and your stomach churning.

“[Y/N],” he smiled reassuringly, “it is good to see you again.”

It had been 10 days which might not sound like a lot but it was for the two of you. You used to be glued together by the hip but the last week both of you had been too busy to find each other...or perhaps you had been too nervous to stand face to face.

The hug was awkward for once, leaving you with even more doubt if you had made the right decision.

“Good to see you too.” You forced a smile. “Can we talk?”

Your request was echoed with T’Challa’s voice and you gaped at him before you realized that he had indeed asked the same thing. You both accepted in unison too.

Following him, he led you to a balcony overlooking the lake. Down there, the last fishing boats were on their way in to shore as the evening sneaked closer. Already, the lights were visible in several parts of the city where the adjacent forest enhanced the creeping darkness.

You heard the balcony door close behind you and you took a deep breath to steel yourself, knowing what had to be done now. I have to do this like ripping off a band aid.

...  T’Challa   ...

He waited for her to turn around and face him, using the moment before to gather his courage so he could say what had been on his mind for so long. There she stood: floor-length dress with a long slit, fingers toying with the single sleeve while the other arm was bare. Then she turned. I must say it now!

“I love you!”

They both frowned, puzzled by the other’s confession as if they themselves were the only person entitled to harbour such feelings.

“I’m sorry,” [Y/N] frowned, “say that again, please?”

T’Challa stepped closer, reaching for a hand but not daring to take it. “I...I love you, [Y/N],” he managed to repeat, “and I have for a long time.”

She took his hand but he hadn’t expected the laughter and didn’t quite know what to make of it until she explained: “I’ve been wrestling with these emotions for a long time too...and I’ve finally made up my mind to risk it all by telling you that...that I love you, T’Challa.”

He pulled her closer by the hand until he could embrace her properly. This time the hug felt natural. Just as it did when they looked at each other before kissing for the first time. Gently. Slightly hesitant although the stalling had nothing to do with uncertainty this time but rather a wish to savour every part of what happened.

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[queeenpersephone]

Hello gorgeous!!!!! Just popping by to request your take (headcanon, drabble, anything) on peace, maybe specifically “the devil’s in the details but you got a friend in me” for ironwidow? Hope you have a great day!

hi yourself!! this is a great prompt and i'm so happy to get around to it.

peace

ironwidow || angst, hurt comfort || post-cacw

(natasha defends tony and, in doing so, reveals something that has been haunting her since they got together)

Natasha can tell Tony's nervous. She's nervous too, although she would never show it like her boyfriend currently is.

This is the meeting that will make or break the Avengers. If they can get the backing of T'Challa, have Wakanda on their side, they stand a chance against Ross and the UN with the Accords. Natasha has been meeting with T'Challa alone for weeks now, gaining his respect and that of his inner circle when she helped him handle a coup in his country right after she had reunited with her sister. Her sister who remains in Wakanda, where Shuri is helping her find more Black Widows in thanks for their help.

So, T'Challa likes Natasha. Maybe even considers her an ally. However, Natasha is not sure the King of Wakanda is a big fan of Tony Stark. And, a few minutes into their meeting, she hates to be proven right.

T'Challa watches Tony carefully as he responds to their proposal of reframing the Accords. "I have my reservations," he admits.

Tony shrugs his concerns off. Natasha bites down a grimace. She knows Tony is serious despite his demeanor, but T'Challa doesn't know Tony near as well as she. His use of humor in tense situations is an obvious coping mechanism to her, but to T’Challa, it seems like an irreverence to the seriousness of their meeting. "Name 'em."

T'Challa sighs. "Miss Romanoff - Natasha - is very deliberate and thoughtful. She is the reason I have faith in this venture. You, Mr. Stark, are impulsive and careless. From what I have seen of you over the years, you are not well suited to the diplomacy and compromise required for going up against the UN." He pauses, leaning back as he watches them for a reaction. "This will not be solved with fists or robots."

Tony flinches at the reference to Ultron, but before he can respond, Natasha stands up, leaning over the table.

"We came to the table in good faith, Your Majesty," she retorts. "And instead of looking for a solution to our mutual problem, you insult my partner without provocation."

Tony sighs. "Nat, he has a-"

"No," she cuts him off, glaring at him until he physically sinks down in his seat. "No one gets to talk to you like that, especially someone who doesn't know a thing about things you've done, the sacrifices you've made."

T'Challa holds up his hands. "Miss Romanoff, perhaps I-"

"No, you're going to listen to me, and listen well," she says, knowing every word that she is about to say is important, is the difference between a team and no team. A deeper part of her acknowledges that it's also going to shift her relationship with Tony, but she doesn't care. He deserves the words she's about to say. "Tony Stark is the best man I've ever known. He is selfless, kind, courageous, and wise. I count myself lucky to be his teammate because I know it's certainly more than I deserve. He gives me hope for a better world."

She can't look down at Tony, so instead she stares down T'Challa, who is looking more and more apologetic by the minute. "I am sorry," he says quietly. "Any individual that you speak so highly of must be truly remarkable."

She nods firmly, inhaling at the feel of Tony's hand on her hand on the table. "Excuse me," she says, ripping her hand away and making for the door.

-

It only takes Tony ten minutes to find her. It would be embarrassing if she didn't tell FRIDAY to tell him where she was. It's almost pathetic the way she wants to be around him all the time, but (and she can admit it only to herself, at this point) she's too in love to care how she appears to him. Only to him.

She's sitting against the wall outside the Compound, listening to the sounds of nature around her. She feels more than sees Tony come outside, not saying a word as he slides down next to her.

“T’Challa apologized again,” he says. “He’s ready to begin the strategy meeting as soon as we’re ready.” She doesn’t respond, and he picks at the grass they are sitting on. “It was clever, of course,” he says, a surprisingly vulnerable note in his voice, “to defend me like that. How’d you know that would get him to agree to help us?”

“That wasn’t why I said those things.”

“Oh, come off it, Nat.”

She freezes, then turns to look him directly in the eyes. He sounds confident, but his hands are shaking and he won’t meet her gaze. “Do you think that little of me, Tony,” she says mildly. 

He starts in surprise. “God, no, Nat - I think the world of you. I just - I know who you are. You don’t have to lie to me - I accept every part of you, including the triple agent. Please believe that.” 

She turns, taking his hands in hers and squeezing tightly. “Then believe this. I meant every word. You are - stop it - the best man I know. And I know I can give you happiness sometimes, Tony, but sometimes I wonder if you know what you’re getting into with me.” 

Tony laughs in her face, but when she flinches, he grips her hands tighter. “No - I mean.” He stops, breathes. “Okay. Then tell me what I’m getting into. Tell me, and I’ll tell you why none of it matters because I love you and you’re a hero and I still can’t believe you deign to sleep next to me every night.” 

She exhales, and they both pretend not to see tears escaping from the corners of her eyes. He brings her hands to his mouth, then presses them against his closed eyes, wetness coating her knuckles. “You’re... you’re so brave, and kind, and wonderful, Tony. This whole situation has been... it’s been very hard. I thought we - the team - were stronger than all of this. If you hadn’t kissed me on that plane coming back from Siberia - forced us to forgive each other - helped me find Yelena... I would have become that lonely spy again. You saved me.” 

He laughs again, but this time it is relieved and breathless and so deeply content that her heart feels like it’s about to burst. “Natasha Romanoff, you are so selfless, empathetic, and brilliant. I wouldn’t have made it out of Siberia without you, coming for me even when I was an unbelievable ass to you after Rhodey’s fall. Everything I’ve done right since Thor’s skinny reindeer brother rained hell down on New York is because I’ve followed your example.” 

Natasha can’t help her watery smile. “God, you’re such a dramatic liar.” 

Tony reaches for her jaw, cupping it and bringing her closer. “Shut up, Natalie, I’m trying to confess my undying love here. I’m allowed to exaggerate a little; they’re gonna make a lot of movies about this moment in mmfh-” 

She kisses him to shut him up and maybe for some other very small reasons that exist only in her heart, climbing into his lap. They kiss for another few minutes before she rests her head on his shoulder. He holds her close, one hand combing through her hair. 

There’s a long silence, then: “I can never give you peace,” she murmurs into his neck. 

His chest vibrates as he lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh yeah? Then what am I feeling right now?”

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[marvelmultivers]

The others Avengers, cooler than OG part 2

Hope everyone is well, let me introduce some other Avengers

First, we have our favorite couple, they’re cute but also disgusting when they act like children, Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy, Spiderman and Spider Gwen, the Spider couple like we call them. They are a little bit chaotic during missions, so they live together on the base to learn how to don’t let enemies goes away while they’re screaming at each other…

Second, the royalty of the Avengers, the king and the princess directly from Wakanda, T’Challa and Shuri, Black Panther and his sister. Shuri is the smartest girl you can imagine especially in new technologies, she knows everything. T’Challa inherited of the Black Panther role by his father, his costume is more like a huge black cat but, one of the kinds you don’t want to pet. As you can imagine, they can’t live on the base, but they come see us often.

Third, my queen, I want to be her. She is the strongest, the most badass woman you can imagine. Directly from Asgard, she is a Valkyrie (she wants to be call by this name, but her real name is Brunehilde), one of the strongest armies of Asgard before the battle against Hela (I will talk about her in another post), she flies on a winged white horse. She is one of the best knife users. She is now queen of the Asgard so she doesn’t have time to live with us, but she come when she have time.

Fourth, the chaotic wizard duo, really, they are supposed to be strongest sorcerer of all the time, but they are always fighting each other, Stephen Strange and Wong, Doctor Strange and the Supreme Sorcerer. Both trained by the Ancient One, they can be strong, powerful separately but even more together if they had ended battling for every little decision. They have to protect some temples, so we don’t see them often, we almost never see Wong, but sometimes, we see Strange, to teach us how to make portal, really fun.

Fiveth, to be honest, we don’t see her often, she lives with us, but she is scared by her own power so she stays aside, she has different training than everyone because we never see her in our training, Monica Rambeau, she is kinda the niece of Carol, the only thing I know about her power is that anything can cross her without killing her.

Sixth, youngest and newest Avenger, Kamala Khan, Miss Marvel. Her idol is Captain Marvel, the day she finally met her, she almost passes out. She absolutely can’t control her power, she wants, really, but she can’t. She lives with her parents on the base. She has school at the base and follow training after classes, and she still has energy after all of that to see the few friends that are authorized to come on the base. She mades me tired.

Seventh, when I tell you to send me a good picture, it wasn’t a joke girl, let me introduce you America Chavez, she try to play the cool kid but she is lost everytime, like, she lives on the base since few months, almost a year now, and she still get lost to go from A to B. Her power is really cool but scary too, she can open portal in every universe of the multiverse but, alternatively, she doesn’t know where it will be, and she also don’t know how to come back from. For the moment, her portals are used to make apple travels, I'm pretty sure these apples are really happy to end in another universe. She lives on the base to control her power and hopefully, one day, find her mothers in the multiverse.

Eighth, we call them the duo of gods. They are avatar used by Egyptians gods, yeah it sound awkward the first time but it’s true. Layla El-Faouly and Mark Spector, Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight. Layla is the avatar of Taweret, the goddess of women and children. Mark is the avatar of Khonshu, the god the moon and the night sky. So far you can tell everything is ok, but, plot twist, Mark has a dissociative identity disorder. Mark Spector is also Steven Grant and Jack Lockley. Mark was a mercenary, Steven worked in a museum and Jack… They try to keep him sleeping. Oh, and Mark think Khonshu disappear but they’ve proof that he still in him. They both (all four? all six?) lives on the base, Mark has a special room to sleep.

Nineth and tenth are strangely friends, sometimes in a disgusting way, Eddie Brock and Wade Wilson, Venom and Deadpool. Eddie share is body with a symbiont, an extraterrest that live inside of him. Wade is an experience that worked but like Wade like to joke about everything he ended up looking like that, his power is that he can never die, like, you can cut his body in multiple pieces, he still alive. Wade is fascinated by Venom, really, we all seen Wade let Venom ate his arm or his leg, it was a nightmare. They both lives on the base, more to control them, I think.

That is all of my co-workers, next post will be about people without power at the base or enemies we had fight, idk but it's late and i need to sleep.

Y/n

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[blackgirlsuperherorants]

First of all, Shuri was born in 1998. This is the MCU timeline and takes place after the blip, so 2023. Add some time for T'Challa to get sick and pass away, 2024 (which is where most of this year's movies took place). Add a year, Ramonda dies, 2025. She is roughly 27 at this point (If she was dusted, she's 23, but still a grown up). Combine that with Namor having an extended life at roughly 500 years, how is this a problematic age gap? He's older than most people on Earth! If theirs is problematic, so is Thor and Jane Foster (Thor is like 2000 years old.) You can't even use the "well, Thor's a god" thing, because so is K'ulk'ulkan. And further, I don't like the insinuation that I'm gross enough to ship a child with an adult. Fuck you for that, tbh. Especially because Letitia is 29 IRL, anyway.

@im-yotsu

#spoilers #shuri #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #namor #seaprincess #y'all have got to remember that these movies are in the future at this point #and that the last time we saw Shuri was like 4 years ago! #people don't stay teens forever #the only reason peter Parker does is bc Marvel wants to milk young Peter for every coin #if T'Challa can have a whole spoiler spoiler why would you think Shuri is still a child?

[philtstone]

[definitely not rehearsed, totally spontaneous prompt-giver voice] Sam & Bucky, "nudging the other one"

[definitely not rehearsed, totally spontaneous prompt responder voice] here, have some uninhibited nonsense

"Just be normal about it."

"I am being normal about it."

"You are not bein' normal about it. This is the opposite of normal, oh my God --"

"Is everything alright?" asks their host.

Their host, who happens to be the King of Wakanda. Sure, Sam spent plenty of time in this country as an international fugitive, but he's never been formally invited to Royal Dinner before.

He stops hissing annoyed jibes through the side of his teeth and offers T'Challa his most winning smile.

"Everything's fine."

Bucky glowers. Like he's been doing for the last three hours. Sam wishes one of them had had the power of prophetic vision or something, so he didn't have to open his big fat mouth five minutes after the talon fighter got into the air and he was trapped with the most betrayed version of his best friend in a tin can in the air for a hundred minutes at a time.

T'Challa raises a single eyebrow. Sam aggressively nudges Bucky's unfortunately unyielding arm with his elbow and tries not to wince. 

Bucky says, "Fine," through the most obviously gritted teeth in the world.

"Hm," says the Queen Mother. Of literal, actual, Wakanda. Sam could be cranking up the charm right now, getting his flirt on, but no, he's having dinner with the giant White thundercloud hovering at his now-bruised arm. Vibranium and discrete elbow nudges do not mix, which Sam finds personally offensive. "How are the plantains, Captain Wilson?" asks Queen Ramonda. "Have you tried them? Chef Thebe is trying a new recipe, and I understand you know something about cooking."

"A little, yeah," says Sam, trying not to make it too obvious that he's rubbing his elbow.

"James?" prompts Queen Ramonda, pointedly.

"The plantains are obviously great," Bucky grits out, as brightly as a person possibly can when their whole face remains in a determinedly distraught position.

Sam pushes some food around on his plate. Ramonda tilts her chin and takes a long drink of wine from her glass. T’Challa, clearing his throat lightly, opens his mouth –

"A lot of things in life should be obvious," Sam says, before he can stop himself.

King T'Challa's other eyebrow joins the first, and Ramonda pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth. Sam regrets every decision he's ever made as Bucky's bottom jaw drops open like a real life version of that dumb Pokémon meme Sarah's kids love so much.

"Obvious? We’re talking about a betrayal of trust here, Samuel." 

“I was encouraging your hobbies! That’s a thing good friends do!”

“You just sat there, and watched me – we had multi-national video calls with that fucking thing in the background –”

"It was a joke, man!" Sam splutters. He figures spluttering is a perfectly acceptable response to this. "I thought you'd have figured it out in like ten minutes! How did you not figure it out in like ten minutes!"

"That’s not the point!" Bucky says, crossing his arms and looking miserable. "No way! Six months! Six months. You watched me mist that thing for six months --"

“Excuse me for imagining that the most dangerous assassin of the twentieth century would’a noticed the physical makeup of a gag gift his dumbass friend bought him. I thought you were playing along!”

“For six months?!” Bucky says, now red around the ears. “God I can’t believe you. I can’t believe –”

“It was a funny joke. It was a funny joke, okay? I thought we were both in on the joke! You’re acting like I killed your cat or somethin’ –”

“Who also watched me mist that plant for six months!” says Bucky, more aggrieved now than ever. He waves one hand in the air in a very New York-flavoured gesture of emphasis; T’Challa visibly chokes over a bite of his appetizer and has to bring a napkin up to his face to hide it – “She probably thinks I’m some kinda giant idiot now –”

Which is just unfair, and Sam wishes more than ever he hadn't said anything in the first place but Bucky'd been so clearly concerned that he was leaving his slow-growing windowsill collection of plants unattended for more than twenty-four hours --

“Gentleman,” says the King, recovering from his recent brush with near-asphyxiation; his voice is slightly strained, though Sam can’t say that isn’t from the poorly concealed amusement dancing in his eyes. “Perhaps you would like to desist from airing out any embarrassing personal stories in the minutes before Shuri arrives to dinner.”

Sam’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click and Bucky’s eyes widen comically in alarm.

Ramonda says,

“Fa, you are not serious, I know what this must be. Mahlubandile. Surely this is not about the little plastic house plant that sits on your window ledge in calls.”

"What?" Bucky chokes.

She turns with regal innocence to Sam. “I see it every so often when he has conferences with Shuri or the Dora. I did not realize it was a gift, Captain. The pot is quite beautiful.”

There is a long moment of stunned silence that is only broken by T’Challa, when he gives up all pretense and begins laughing properly into his lap, his napkin held between pinched fingers against his forehead. Sam brings a slow hand up to hold against the bridge of his nose. Bucky looks nothing short of poleaxed.

This all happens just in time for Shuri to flounce into the room, out of breath and skidding.

“Sorry I am late, uMama! What have I missed?”

“Nothing important,” says Ramonda severely. “But really, Shuri, to work this late when we have guests. Tcha. Sit, and behave. Now, Captain, you were telling me about the food in Louisiana. I am sure it is most flavourful …”

**

Mahlubandile -- term of endearment; the clan has increased by one (affectionate)

#this is the stupidest thing ive written in a long time #but also? taken slightly more seriously it is objectively a great and hysterical concept #love u zainab hope you enjoy #how is it i get the feeling you will enjoy this bit of foolishness more than the very serious fic i wrote for your bday sdlkfjsldkfsj #my writing #touches prompt meme #sam wilson #bucky barnes #t'challa #queen ramonda #shuri #the falcon and the winter soldier #black panther #marvel #mcu #sam x bucky

[justsomeoneunordinary]

t'challa and nebula from what if you ship them?

Anon, this is such an excellent ship choice, I am kissing you directly on the mouth rn (platonically) mwah 💋💋💋

Yes, yes, yes I very much do ship them, yes. But I haven't watched What If again after it came out so my memory of how these two were portrayed is... eh. Very weak. So some points are probably rather OOC, sorry.

Big spoon/little spoon:

Nebula is the big spoon for sure. T'Challa doesn't have any objections - he likes being held by her strong arms and feels more than safe with her at his back.

Favorite non-sexual activity:

Sparring. Which, to be fair, leads up to sex more often than not. They don't mean their sparring to use as foreplay, it just... happens the longer they're at it.

Who uses all the hot water:

I don't think they ever run out of hot water on any of those way more advanced spaceships but if they do then it's T'Challa. He's an early riser, unlike Nebula, and he loves to take long showers.

Most trivial thing they fight over:

Who the better pilot is and who should therefore fly. The ship flies perfectly fine on auto pilot but they both want to show off in front of the other and prove that they're the better pilot. (Gamora is actually the best among them but they refuse to acknowledge that.)

Who does most of the cleaning:

They're both very tidy but Nebula tends to forget that cleaning is something that needs to be done regularly, so it's T'Challa who does more cleaning. Those things that need to be done manually at least, most cleaning is done by the spaceship anyway.

What has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:

Not really a thing that exists on the spaceship, especially since films only exist on Earth anyway, but in case they have something: Neither does because they both have terrible taste.

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

When something isn't working they need to fix it themselves. Which then often leads to some bickering since both insist they're the better mechanic. Nebula ends up fixing the issue most of the time though by pointing out that she as a Cyborg obviously knows more of machinery than T'Challa ever could which he can't really argue against.

Who steals the blankets:

T'Challa. Space is way way way colder than Wakanda and he never got used to that. He likes it warm and comfy, thank you very much. (He's lucky Nebula doesn't actually need a blanket at all or his hogging habit would most definitely find an end.)

Who leaves their stuff around:

Neither do, but Nebula is more likely to leave something behind.

Who remembers to buy the milk:

The spaceship fridge technology does.

Who remembers anniversaries:

T'Challa does since that's culturally something we only do on Earth. Nebula tries to remember for T'Challa but she fails to see the point in it so she ends up forgetting most of the time.

Who cooks normally?

T'Challa. Nebula is literally not allowed in the kitchen - not even to assist or even watch - or the kitchen will somehow burn down no matter how closely T'Challa keeps an eye on her.

How often do they fight?

Nebula fights over the smallest things possible all the damn time. T'Challa finds it rather amusing how she always finds a reason to bicker and usually wouldn't even argue back but he likes to humor her every now and then. It's really more of a fun game than actual fighting for them.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Nebula isn't one for sentimentalities but she likes to put on the necklace he gifted her once whenever she misses him. T'Challa tho? Oh, he's a sap. He buries his face in her pillow and hugs it and inhales her scent which she literally doesn't even have - but it's what they always did in those romantic films his mother loved to watch which he remembers from his childhood - and looks at his photos of her and sighs dramatically and doesn't get up from the bed for hours.

Nicknames for each other?

Nebula calls T'Challa Cha-Cha. She's the only one who's allowed to call him that and she enjoys it greatly. T'Challa loves to call her various nicknames but most of them fly over her head. She doesn't know what honey is, finds it rather irritating to be called baby since she's not an infant and she doesn't understand which part of her heart is supposed to be sweet and how T'Challa would know that in the first place. But "Love"? Oh, T'Challa knows he didn't imagine that slight red (purple?) flush on her cheeks the first time he called her that. He calls her Love often privately, or quietly so only she can hear, and cherishes her soft pleased smiles he gets in turn.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

T'Challa. He's old-fashioned like that. Nebula finds it charming and kind of cute so she lets him, but she does pay from time to time too.

Who steals the covers at night?

T'Challa. Space is cold damnit.

What would they get each other for gifts?

Nebula always gets T'Challa weapons whereas T'Challa always tries to think of something romantic for her. It takes them some time to realize that Nebula is the one who couldn't be happier getting more weapons and T'Challa is the one who finds joy in thoughtful romantic gifts. Nebula has a bit of a mental breakdown because of that because "what the fuck is a romantic gift even?? Stop laughing Gamora and help me!!" - "How am I supposed to know that?!" - "I don't know, shouldn't you be the wiser one since you're the older sister?!" - "Oh, fuck you."

Who kissed who first?

T'Challa, ever the gentleman, wanted to leave it with a chaste kiss on her cheek after the first date but Nebula was having none of that and pulled him back to a proper, much more heated kiss.

Who made the first move?

T'Challa smoothly asked Nebula out the very second he laid his eyes on her.

Who remembers things?

Nebula technically has a perfect memory but she also files everything away she deems unimportant, so it's T'Challa who remembers.

Who started the relationship?

Nebula likes to think they never would've gotten anywhere if she hadn't kissed T'Challa properly after their first date (which isn't true - he planned to kiss her after the third date but there's no use arguing with her), so in her opinion she did.

Who cusses more?

Nebula. T'Challa rarely ever curses because even tho he's spent more of his life with space pirates than in Wakanda he's internalized the mannerism of the young Prince he's been raised to be. Nebula on the other hand speaks in nothing but swears when she's angry enough.

What would they do if the other was hurt?

T'Challa knows to keep level-headed and find the help Nebula needs the most. Once that's taken care of he'd take the person who hurt her out without batting an eye (in case she's been hurt by someone else, that is). Nebula on the other hand would get all feral and take the most vicious revenge and make the person who hurt T'Challa suffer to a point they'd wish they'd never been born. If T'Challa's hurt comes from another reason she'd probably be overwhelmed and panic because humans are so damn fragile and what the fuck is she supposed to do?! until someone (most likely T'Challa himself if he's lucid enough) tells her how she can help him. - Send me a ship for this meme game :)

#thank you for this ship anon you're a hero <3 #t'challa x nebula #t'chebula #(??) #anon #may answers

[justagirlwriting]

Goddess Interrupted - Chapter 1

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

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Tony x Pepper, Wanda x Vision, Bruce, Thor, Loki, and Sam

Word count: 1905

Chapter 1

‘What in Hel just happened?’ I think to myself. Snow softly floated around me as I turned over. I stand up and look around me, taking in the scenery. Snow, ice, foliage, and animal life. I can feel them starting to gather around me. However, I couldn’t care, my world has fallen apart. Everything that I had is now gone, everything that I was praying for gone. My home, my family, my people. How could He have done this to me? He promised to me that he would stand by my side not just as my King but as my father. 

A creature that's small, fluffy, and brown is the first to approach me. She props herself up on a small rock that lies near me. I pet the beautiful creature as more approached. As they all settled down around me everything went dark. 

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?” Steve slapped the side on my foot. “Come on, I need your help.” I climbed out of the van and stood in front of him.

“What is it?” I stared into his eyes but then my eye was caught by something I thought I lost a long time ago. James Buchanan Barnes as I live and breathe. I look back at Steve, “How? When?” I start walking over to Bucky.

“Apparently I was what you needed all along,” Steve spoke with a smile on his face.

“Y/N? My memory of you is fussy and confusing,” Bucky spoke.

“That’s fine, I'll help you. Whatever you want to know.” I spoke happily, “I’m just glad that you're you again.” I ran my hand up his chest and to his hair. “I have missed seeing those beautiful eyes of yours.” 

“Okay I want you guys to have a great meet up, but we have things to take care of.” Steve joked, “Starting with this.” Steve walked to the truck of the beaten-up car. He pulled out a long case and placed it on the trunk lid. “Y/N.” motioning to the case. I walked around to the case, the power radiating off of it felt familiar. 

“Steve, is this what I think it is?” Steve shook his head in agreement. “Oh, my Valhalla!” I opened the case and there lied Dawn. My sword, the present my parents gave to me before my first battle. I removed her from the case as a tear slid down my cheek. “Oh, I’ve been looking for you for a century.”

“What’s so special about a sword?” Scott asked.

“This.” I spoke as a shimmer of gold flowed along my body. My Asgardian armor clinging to my body when the gold disappears. “I thought I’d never wear this again.”

“Wait, you’re Asgardian?” Scott and Sam asked simultaneously.

“Yes. My name is Y/N Odinsdottir. Not Y/N Watson. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I had too,” I apologize.

“Are you a god too?” Scott asked.

“Goddess,” I corrected. “But yes. Goddess of War and Battle.”

“Well now that we’ve wasted enough time, can we please get going?” Bucky moves towards me. “You look beautiful, Doll.” I smile in response. 

“Y/N you stay with Bucky and Sam. Tony doesn’t know you’re coming; he wants you to stay out of this.” 

“Of course, he did.” 

“If things get too rough out there, can you? You know Change?” Steve asked.

“I can’t change back until my power is at full strength, so things would have to get catastrophic.” Steve shook his head in understanding.

Bucky, Sam and I started running apart from the group. We ran alongside some windows that overlooked the rest of the group fighting our friends. Then something broke through the window and took out Sam. Bucky threw a punch but the human in a red and blue suit caught the punch. “You have a metal arm. That is awesome dude,” a teenage boy said. I kicked him in the chest, sending him flying through a wall. I pushed Bucky to move and grabbed Sam’s hand pulling him to move as well. The boy got up and moved to start fighting again. I felt something grab my right foot and pull me back. I fell and was dragged back to the boy. Bucky quickly stopped and grabbed me. While Sam flew to the boy and picked him up flying about the airport fighting in midair. I ripped what looked like spider wedding off of my foot and stood up. Sam crashed against a beam that lined the ceiling. Sam got stable and the boy started crawling along the other beams. “What the hell is that thing?” Bucky asked while throwing a piece of walling at the boy.

“It's a teenage boy, I’m not sure what all he can do.” I spoke as the walling that Bucky threw was now being thrown at Sam. “Bucky?” He turned to face me. “I need you to get Sam and go.” 

“What about you?”

“I’ll catch up. Just go.” I opened my wings and flew after the boy. The boy flings something white at Sam. I punch the boy across the face, and he hits the floor. I land next to him and grab him, but he grabs me and throws me into Sam and Bucky, sending us falling to the lower level. I land on Bucky as the kid throws another white fluid at Sam’s hands and mine as well. “Guys look I’d love to keep this up, but I only have one job here today. And I got to impress Mr. Stark.” ‘Fucking Tony’ I thought. “So, I’m really sorry but…” Red wing grabs hold of the boy. “What?” and sends him flying out the window. I turn to Sam. 

“Really?” I speak with my Y/H/C hair hanging in my face.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Bucky asks frustrated. 

“I hate you,” Sam responded. I stood up and ripped the webbing from my hands. Then from Bucky’s arms. I walked over to Sam and ripped the webbing from his hands too. “Why does this stuff have to be so sticky?” I flung my hands around trying to get it off and out of frustration, “You know what,” I decided to burn it away. My hands lite on fire burning my slightly. 

“Y/N calm down,” Sam requested. I took a deep breath and we started moving. We met up with the others fighting on the mat. We all lined up side by side facing the rest of the team. “What do we do Cap?” 

“We fight,” Steve ordered as he started charging at our friends.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Natasha stated as her side charged as well. We continued going after them.

“They're not stopping,” spoke the teenage boy.

“And neither are we,” Tony was pissed I knew that. Even with the Iron man mask I knew seeing me he felt betrayed. We ran after each other and when we met the fight erupted. Sam and Wanda took to the sky just as Roddie, Vision and Tony did. I fought with Vision as everyone else took their own person to fight against. I tried to keep my eye on everyone throughout the fighting. But Vision was after all trained by me so of course he knows how to blind side me to get the landing punch. Wanda helped me keep an eye on Bucky, she knew how much he meant to me. She only asked that I don't hurt Vision too much in the process of fighting. I was flying past Bucky as he was fighting with T'Challa and just as I was about to land Wanda used her magic to grab T'Challa's hand and throw him into something. Vision was relentless trying to take me down. I had to use some Asgardian magic to confuse him for a bit. I made illusions of me that surrounded him while I landed and helped Bucky. 

“How are you up there and down here?” He asked, glancing up at Vision and at me. 

“I’ll tell you on the ship,” we started running to the ship. Tony after his fight with Scott started shooting at me and Bucky. I saw through his mind that he had his aim set on Bucky, he was powering up. I jumped into Bucky, sending him rolling into Steve as Tony shot me with his laser light. I hit a luggage cart, “Oh gods. That fucking hurt.” I layed on the ground for a second until Steve came across the comms, “We need something to distract them.”

“Something big,” Sam added.

“I’ve got something but I won’t be able to hold it for long. On my signal run like hell, and if I tear myself in half don’t come back for me,” Scott spoke. I got to my feet, and started running until Vision landed in front of me.

“Vision, please,” I started.

“You know I can’t let you go Y/N. He has to be taken into custody.” Vision walked up to me. I sighed. He knew that I wouldn’t stop either. Just as we are about to start fighting Scott grew into a huge form of himself. Vision took off after him, and I shrugged my shoulders and started running along Steve and Bucky. T'Challa is not far behind us, but our team distracts him. 

“Gods couldn’t this plane be any closer?” I yelled. Steve and Bucky laughed. Depree from the fighting was crashing around us. We were about to the Hanger when the control tower started falling into the opening. Wanda and I held it as best we could as Steve and Bucky continued running. Then Wanda let go and the tower was far too much for me to handle when I'm so out of practice. Steve and Bucky just barely made it across as the tower fell. Vision ran to Wanda’s side. I looked for T’Challa but I couldn't find him. ‘He got through too.’ I started running to the entrance. 

When I reached the entrance the plane flew out. The back door was open, “Y/N come on.” Bucky yelled over the comms. I opened my wings once again and took off after the plane. Roddie was behind me along with Sam. I reached the entrance and landed. As I turned I saw Sam about to get hit with something.

“Sam lookout!” Sam maneuvered away from the yellow light. But Roddie got hit. “RODDIE!” I went to go after him. But Bucky caught my arm. “I'll be right back I promise.” I flew after Roddie as he was plummeting to the Earth. I reached out as far as my magic could let me, I was only able to grab a part of him before he hit the ground. I landed next to him just like Tony. “He’s alive but badly injured. I have to go. I’m so sorry.” Tony just looked at me completely confused and betrayed. I flew back to Steve and Bucky, I landed a little rougher than normal. 

“How is he?” Steve asked. I looked up at him and a tear fell down my face. 

“Alive,” I stated. Bucky helped me to my feet. “He’s paralyzed.” I sat down on the table in the center of the room. “Are you guys okay? Any healing needed?” Bucky shook his head no and Steve responded with a ‘I’m fine Y/N/N’. I layed down on the table until we reached our destination.

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanov #t'challa #marvel #scott lang #fanfic