#T'challa x oc

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Ménage à Trois Part Deux: Chapter One

Hey there! Mholo! Sawubona! What’s been up??? I know y’all missed me, and I missed y’all too. I think I’m figuring out the whole work/life balance thing a little better, but I still have less time to write than I used to. That being said, it might take longer than before, but I just couldn’t wait to start this series finally! For those of you who are new here, welcome, and check out the first part of this series HERE before you read part 2. Also, check out my masterlist HERE to see my other stories.

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T’Challa looked out over the bustling Golden City and tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg. An annoyed grimace tightened his handsome face while his eyes frantically searched the skies for even the tiniest hint of movement from the west. Even though the king desperately wanted to pace around the room, he stood still while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night. His agitation grew as the time ticked on, but despite his less-than-pleasant mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. The embroidered black ensemble he chose for the occasion covered his streamlined body like running water. The locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bejeweled bun, and he looked every bit a king.

A knock at the door eased T’Challa’s anxious mind for a second until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a silky golden scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he pivoted to positivity quickly enough for Shuri to miss his initial reaction. 

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but she still dapped him up in their special way. He was still her favorite person, no matter how much he annoyed her. 

“Whatever,” she sucked her teeth. “I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Zora. And she’s about as honest as they come!”

T’Challa’s jaw tightened at the mention of her name.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late,” grumbled the king. 

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She also never gets anywhere on time.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro. She’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, they just could not pull her away from conversing with the crowd.”

The princess smiled.

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” she asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest. 

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged as she plopped down on the end of the bed and began picking at her fingernails–an anxious habit that she rarely resorted to. T’Challa immediately caught on to her discomfort, and his overprotective nature flared in his chest. He hated when Shuri wasn’t her normal bubbly self.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed away the tension that had built in his shoulders just that quickly.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The exasperated younger sibling groaned as she fell backward onto the bed, “She won’t stop trying to set me up!”

“Who is it now?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest to look at Shuri in disbelief before continuing his job. 

“She’s not your type,” T’Challa stated as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother!”

“I will talk to her,” the king chuckled at her dramatics.

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and the communication bead rolled down into his palm. 

“Speak, and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-”

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?” T’Challa asked with an accusatory tone, his eyes squinting curiously.

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a two-hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening. 

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to. And need I remind y’all I’m not even that late? We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.” 

“It’s because she listens.”

“She’s paid to listen; I’m not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression. 

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

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Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing T’Challa’s nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra. Still, she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred students of all ages, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora, would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking who she thought would benefit most from the carefully crafted program. Now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome. 

As excited as Zora was for her exchange program to begin, she was running on fumes and needed time to relax and refuel. Not only had she just left Ghana, but she and T’Challa had just visited several Outreach Centers before that. Their trip started in Oakland at the very first Outreach Center. Then, they made stops in Houston, New Orleans, Chicago, D.C., and Atlanta before finishing their rounds in Charleston, where they met their goddaughter for the first time. Unfortunately, T’Challa couldn’t visit long because the elders called him away to handle a security problem near the southern border, but what little time he spent with the new addition to their extended family was more than enough to make an impact on Zora.

Indigo Ayers-Odun, daughter of Keisha and Dakarai, absolutely took Zora’s breath away. She was the best of both her parents, with her mother’s catlike eyes and her father’s broad smile. Zora and T’Challa were both tickled by how cautious the little girl was with them initially. Dakarai’s cautious nature shone through her before Keisha’s bubbly personality took over once she determined they were trustworthy enough for her to bless them with her laughter. She was a little miracle. One that captured the attention of everyone around her and made them wonder about making little miracles of their own. 

Zora got caught up in the magic. As soon as she observed T’Challa playing with the infant, she began wondering if maybe the time was right to try for one. She thought of her belly stretching and her hips cracking to make way for a baby that she hoped looked like her twin, and a warmth filled her chest. Those thoughts didn't stick around long, though. They were quickly shot down by her logical mind telling her she was too busy for babies, but they still lingered in the back of her consciousness like a dull headache.

T’Challa noticed the way Zora’s eyes seemed to look past Indigo into the potential future, and M’Baku saw it when she called him on her kimoyo beads so he could see the baby while stuck in Jabariland. Neither man mentioned their observation, but they both held onto hope that they could become parents soon. They tried to hide their baby fever from Zora so she wouldn’t feel pressured, but she knew what they wanted. And as the days passed by, she wanted it more and more, too…

The thought of a tiny hand wrapping around her tattooed finger made Zora sigh as her eyes examined the design, and Bahati smiled knowingly at her friend. 

“Missing your Jabari man?” she asked.

Zora simply nodded, not wanting to get too deep into the true reason for her melancholy. 

“The gala will fly by, and you can be together after.”

“I know,” Zora sighed again. “I just hate having to treat him like a spare.”

“Zora, I’m sure he knows he’s not a spare. This is all just for show. It’s all politics.”

Zora glanced at herself in the full-body mirror, and a sense of déjà vu washed over her as she found herself transported back to her first morning waking up in Wakanda. She’d never forget the day that Bahati first gave her, Keisha, and that incompetent ambassador a tour of the country that she now called home. She had come a long way in just two, almost three short years. Zora was just an ambassador’s assistant when she first came to Wakanda. So much had changed in her life with that trip to Wakanda. It was supposed to be for a few short weeks, and she ended up falling in love with the country and two of its sons and sticking around. Now, Zora couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the world.

“Don’t worry. Tonight will be a breeze,” Bahati reassured Zora as she gave her one last glance over to check for anything out of place.

Zora smiled at her friend and let the optimistic words wash over her. Tonight would be a breeze…

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Black students and their chaperones, journalists, and government officials from across the diaspora flew into Birnin Zana earlier that day, and each member of the royal family greeted them with a welcoming speech when they arrived. Shuri spoke of her excitement about sharing her technology with the brilliant young minds that had come to Wakanda. Ramonda spoke of how her travels with her late husband only gave her a taste of the outside world but encouraged the young Wakandans that would spend time beyond their borders to truly appreciate the cultural exchange. T’Challa ended the welcome brunch by telling them how the program came to be: Zora. He explained her absence and promised she’d grace them with her presence at the gala when she returned that evening. 

Zora ensured each guest received a kimoyo bracelet complete with translator capabilities, and Wakandan tour guides were assigned to small groups of five to ten people. The following day, they’d all receive the same tour that Bahati and T’Challa gave Zora and Keisha when they arrived, plus more specialized tours based on academic focus. The Wakandan students would be greeted by their host communities in their own unique but similar ways. They mingled with their visitors with ease, and by the start of the gala, the only thing that separated them was the culturally specific styles of their formal attire.

The event was held in the palace courtyard, with the setting sun front and center for the guests to marvel at while they trickled into the space from their lodgings across the city. Zora had spent months working with a team of artists, contractors, and craftspeople to make sure the courtyard (as well as the entire palace and the visitor’s apartments) was perfect and to her liking for her visitors. Drummers struck their instruments with their palms in a high-energy rhythm that got the guests dancing before the event began. By the time the guests spotted the Royal Talon descending from the sky on the other side of the palace spires, spirits were so high that they erupted into applause that rang out loud enough for Zora to hear inside the aircraft. 

She was a vision in black when T’Challa laid eyes on her as she came down the ramp, and as soon as she saw him, her face lit up. Zora ran to T’Challa and jumped into his arms, not caring about messing up their formal attire or makeup. Their lips locked in a wet embrace they had longed for over the past two weeks, and their bodies came alive at the other’s touch. His firm hands held her up and grabbed her cheeks to pull her body closer to his while her arms wrapped around his neck. Tongues explored mouths, and they breathed as one again.

Being apart for the past two weeks was rough for Zora and T’Challa. Seeing Indigo brought up a lot of emotions for them both, and being without their loves during that time made for some lonely nights. Kimoyo chats can only do so much, especially when Zora loved taking every opportunity she could to tease her man. Her fingers would explore her depths while she panted and moaned and called his name, wishing her walls were contracting around his girth, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself until he overflowed with passion watching her performance. He’d tell her what to do, and she’d become her bratty self instantly, forcing him to keep a running tab of her infractions.

There were eight.

Half of those infractions come from her insistence on not calling him by whatever name he allows her to at the time. Sometimes he wants to hear her call him the same name as the rest of the world, and other times he only allows “Sir.” When she wants to get under his skin, she’s always resorted to calling him by his title, and T’Challa kept count of four times when she chose to push that button.

Another three came from her refusal to take his directions. He told her to remove her panties; she pushed them to the side. He ordered her to stop rubbing her clit when she seemed like she was about to climax, but Zora did it anyway, a satisfied smirk on her face as her juices dripped down on her hand. Then, her striptease while the king was in a meeting with the council. Every few seconds, T’Challa’s kimoyo beads dinged with a picture that he dared not open until after the meeting, each one of her in fewer clothes than the one before. By the time he called her after the meeting ended, she was cumming all over her favorite vibrator and screaming his name in her soundproof suite on the Talon while he tried his best to maintain composure in the two free minutes he had in his schedule.

The last infraction was when Zora’s bratty side got out of hand. T’Challa had missed her usual before-bedtime call, and when he called her back twenty minutes later, Zora was tired and cranky from a long day of global politicking. Her attitude made her mouthy, and when she accused him of sleeping with his assistant, he’d had enough. The following day, she didn’t even remember their conversation, but the king had already begun plotting revenge. 

Those thoughts of punishment disappeared from T’Challa’s mind when he saw Zora in the flesh again. His heart nearly stopped as he took in her curves, from the royal purple polish on her stubby toes to the tip of the beaded halo resting comfortably in her curls. His hands felt like they were glued to her ass, and he couldn’t help but squeeze it tighter and test the jiggle in his hands to make sure it was all still there.

Zora whimpered against T’Challa’s mouth when his fingertips got dangerously close to her lower lips, and his body responded with a rush of blood between his legs. He pressed his pelvis into her warmth and held her tighter while she gripped him as if he would ever drop her.

“Oh, my Bast!”

Zora pried her eyes open at the interruption and saw T’Challa’s new assistant trying her best to remain professional. The rest of the staff was used to their displays of affection and worked around them like it was nothing, but poor Kidada looked stunned to see her boss and king in such a precarious position. 

“Uxolo kumkani–”

The two lovers cooled down and pulled apart with a chuckle, and the king waved off her nervous ramblings.

“No need to apologize, Kidada.”

She nodded and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her round nose, looking away nervously while Zora and T’Challa were both swarmed by their stylists. 

“How’s it looking out there?” Zora asked the assistant while the makeup artist touched up her lipstick.

“The visitors saw the Talon arrive, and they’ve begun asking for you.”

“We won’t keep them waiting much longer.”

“We?” T’Challa scoffed, and Zora cut her eyes at him, forcing Bahati to stifle a giggle.

“We’re a unit now, T’Challa, or have you forgotten your vows?” Zora teased, and it became T’Challa’s turn to cut his eyes.

“As if I could ever do such a thing.”

“I know, baby. You love me too much.”

“That and the eidetic memory,” T’Challa smirked, his eyes trailing up to the isicholo on Zora’s head. 

His mind traveled back to the day he first placed it there as vividly as if he still existed in that very moment. The procession through Birnin Zana was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen until they made it to the palace steps, and he was allowed to turn around and face his future wife. The brightly colored flower petals that filled the air and covered the ground they walked on as they made their way through the city streets had nothing on Zora in her intricately woven purple robes and stark white wedding paint. Ramonda comforted Cheryl as they gave their children away to be married on the palace steps, and both mothers had tearfully proud smiles on their faces as the priestess declared their union to be blessed by Bast. T’Challa remembered hearing slight sniffles coming from Shuri’s direction, but he was too busy gazing into his new wife’s twinkling eyes as he secured her crown.

Zora caught him staring, but she knew where his memory had taken him. She reached out her hand to intertwine their fingers, and the swirling patterns that the tattooist etched into their skin the day they were wed completed the design in the way they intended. 

“Let’s go,” she said with a soft smile.

T’Challa brought her hand to his lips and led the way out of the dressing room with Kidada, Bahati, and their Dora Milaje detail on their heels.

“My king, my queen,” Kidada rushed out as she followed behind them. “The queen mothers and the princess are already seated at the table, as are the council members, and the-”

“M’Baku?” Zora stopped walking and looked back at the assistant expectantly, but Kidada deferred to T’Challa.

“Zora,” he began, “he decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He sent Dembe in his absence.”

“Oh.” Disappointment weighed on Zora’s vocal cords like the heaviest boulder. “Is he ok?”

T’Challa sweetly cupped Zora’s face with the hand not interwoven with hers.

“He knew he could not remain professional in front of our guests.”

Zora nodded solemnly, and took a step forward, only to be pulled back into T’Challa’s embrace.

“My love, he-”

“I understand… it’s hard for me, too.”

He kissed her forehead, and the two of them took off again towards the courtyard with their entourage in tow. 

Zora tried to go over her speech, but her mind kept wandering back to M’Baku. She couldn’t help but feel a little hollow inside every time he came up. That emptiness came not just from missing her Jabari man, but because, in order to build relationships with foreign dignitaries, Zora had to become something she despised: dishonest. More than telling simple lies, she had to hide a piece of herself because of her global peers’ conservative sensibilities surrounding non-traditional relationships. 

Wakanda was already under so much scrutiny from the global press. The country’s name was being dragged through the mud by conservatives and liberals alike for their exclusionary practices, neither side of the political spectrum truly grasping the concept of reparations for descendants of chattel slavery. The United Nations was breathing down their necks for a taste of vibranium. Zora specifically had become the target of many a smear campaign calling her every foul name under the sun for “sleeping her way into the palace”—a sentiment that lost a news reporter in the UK his job when his boss mysteriously received pictures of said reporter in blackface taken just two years prior. 

To Wakandans, and many people around the world with liberated mindsets, polyamory is just another way of life; there are also many who see it as unacceptable, especially when a woman has more than one man. The woman is considered loose and therefore unworthy of respect, and the men are seen as weak for allowing such a thing to transpire. As incorrect as that thinking is, Zora knew all too well the ass-backward logic of the colonized world, and it was her decision to keep the true nature of her relationship with M’Baku under wraps to be taken seriously. The world would at least halfway respect a gold-digger, but a whore, especially when in the body of a Black woman, was seen as nothing more than an object to be used. To only speak when spoken to and to not demand the respect said whore deserves. 

That meant that while the visitors were inside Wakanda, the throuple was to act as a couple in public, and that M’Baku didn’t join Zora and T’Challa for diplomatic trips to foreign countries. However, when Zora chose to keep her other man from the world, she quickly learned that it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. In fact, it downright ripped her apart every time she had to restrain herself from holding his hand or planting a kiss on his cheek in specific settings. Every time Zora had to lie about their relationship or stop herself from touching him, her stomach churned at the lack of affection, but she’d always more than make up for it later.

Zora gave up on practicing her speech and let her mind wander to after the gala when the three of them would be together for the first time in weeks. She knew her guilt would make it difficult for her to accept the intimacy that M’Baku and T’Challa were undoubtedly about to lay on her for both her successful event and to celebrate their reuniting after her travels. She’d have to pay extra close attention to M’Baku, but as soon as she began planning all the things she wanted to do to him, the group arrived at the final set of double doors leading to the courtyard. 

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The king and queen of Wakanda smiled so wide their cheeks hurt as they took picture after picture with their guests, much to Okoye’s dismay. She was on high alert, having so many foreigners in her home country, and although she loved the idea of the children coming to visit, she loathed the politicians and journalists that followed them. She didn’t trust them one bit, so she had her Dora Milaje, the palace guards, and the tribal warriors, on guard. Of course, each person had been vetted, and no weapons were brought into the country, but the warriors remained ready just in case something popped off. 

The general scanned the crowd while Zora spoke to a twelve-year-old girl who was interested in design and had complimented her isicholo when she noticed the entrance to the gardens darken, and a prominent figure appeared from the shadows. Okoye fought a smirk as she continued to survey the space, and as soon as the young girl left Zora’s side, she leaned in close to whisper a message to her queen.

“Your husband is here, kumkanikazi wam.”

Zora’s face lit up, and she instantly began searching the crowd for his figure until she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She looked T’Challa’s way, and his eyes darted to the back corner as he nodded in that direction, having heard Okoye’s whisper with ease. Zora’s gaze followed his lead, and not a second later, her body felt flush as she laid her eyes on none other than the chief of the Jabari himself. 

M’Baku stood near the entrance to the gardens wearing his chief furs, his large arm guards filling out his already massive silhouette in a way that made Zora’s mind go straight to the gutter. She felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of parading around his room in his furs while he was naked and tied down to his bed. The queen tried in vain to fight the urge to stare, but she was too weakened by his presence. He felt her gaze from across the room and looked away from his conversation with his liaison Dembe. Their eyes met, and it was as if the entire room had melted away. All that mattered was the man by her side and the man yards away from her. The only thing she felt was T’Challa’s warm arm sliding around her waist and the icy chill of M’Baku’s absence from her other side. 

Always knowing exactly what Zora was feeling, T’Challa leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now would be a good time for you to stretch your legs if you’d like.”

Zora tore her eyes away from M’Baku, and they landed square on the only man the entire world knew to be hers, a knowing and thankful smile gracing her plump lips before she met him for a chaste kiss. 

“I’ll be back.”

T’Challa unhanded her waist and let her slip from his side, his eyes slyly taking in her figure in her jumpsuit as she sashayed toward the gardens with Ayo not far behind. He didn’t have time to daydream about what lay beneath the dark fabric because the U.S. Secretary of State dampened his mood by stepping into his line of vision. 

While T’Challa was being hounded by Secretary Ross yet again, Zora slowly made her way through the room, stopping every few steps to mingle while she monitored M’Baku as she grew closer and closer to his warmth. When she stopped just four feet away from him to applaud a blended group of teenagers dancing together, he slipped away from Dembe and back into the gardens, causing Zora to smirk. So, he wanted to play games?

Zora glanced at T’Challa across the room to check in, and his slight nod gave her all the approval she needed.

“Ayo, please make sure we are undisturbed.”

“Ewe, kumkanikazi wam,” the lieutenant nodded and stood guard at the garden entrance. 

Zora winked at Dembe as she slipped through the gate, and they sent back a knowing little wave as she disappeared into the shrubbery. The sounds of the party grew fainter with every step she took into the depths of the lush gardens until her stilettos became louder against the stone path than the drums in the distance. Zora’s feet carried her all the way there on autopilot, and when she rounded the last corner, her body came alive when a warm presence engulfed her.

It was a presence she knew all too well, one she had joined with before Hanuman in a ceremony that brought tears to her eyes. When she looked down at the large hands that had taken hold of her waist, a smile took over her face at the black ink embedded in the skin. His and her hands marked forever to solidify their union, just as her right hand held the same marks that decorated T’Challa’s skin. Her smile grew wider when he pulled her in tight and kissed her neck, his hands gripping the two strands of beads that decorated her waist given to her by her two husbands in a much more intimate exchange within the confines of her bedroom.

“You were great up there, my sweet,” M’Baku rumbled into the crook of her neck, and Zora sighed into the deep vibrations.

“How would you know? You missed my speech.”

“Dembe recorded on their beads so I could still watch you.”

Zora turned around in his arms and cupped his bearded face in her hands.

“I wish you could’ve been there with me.”

M’Baku kissed her deeply.

“I do, too.”

Zora reached for his hand and led him to her favorite bench in the entire garden. It had been carved from the trunk of an ancient tree that fell during an unseasonably powerful storm that blew through the night Shuri was born and placed in a secluded corner of the gardens. The carpenter paid extra close attention to detail when they made it, and Zora couldn’t help but feel drawn to it every time she entered the green space. So much so that M’Baku and T’Challa regularly found her escaping her duties by reclining on that very bench and soaking up the fresh air in silence. 

“I have missed you, Zora,” M’Baku mumbled, his lips dusting over Zora’s knuckles as he planted soft kisses on her inked skin.

Zora’s lips met his before she could even think to preserve her makeup, and not seconds later, she was straddling his lap… until the sound of a shutter pierced the air, and a rustling of leaves forced them apart.

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Learn Ya || Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

That wasn’t the case anymore. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How much is your balance?”

“A lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can teach you.”

————-

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

She had never been so grateful to be called into work on a random Tuesday morning. Without that, she would’ve never met him and she would currently be shit out luck, probably forced to drop out of school because Rod certainly didn’t have an odd $20,000 laying around to help her out. 

She still hadn’t agreed to let him pay for her first year but she also wasn’t fighting him on it either. She would sleep on it for a few days, telling him she would give him an answer in a few days time. He had been reluctant but he agreed, albeit begrudgingly. 

The night was coming to a close and she felt an almost loss at knowing that he would be leaving in the morning and hadn’t really given her a time frame on when he would be back. 

Her key twisted in the lock of her front door but she didn’t open it. Instead, she cleared her throat and mustered up all of her courage, putting on her proverbial big girl panties as she turned to look at him. “Did you want to…I don’t know like come in or something?”

Even in trying to make it sound like no big deal, her voice cracked. 

“I would love to but I do fly out early tomorrow morning.” She was happy that he sounded sad about the fact but she had no intention of letting up. 

“I know I know. It’s just Charlie isn’t home and I really don’t wanna be home alone, Sir.” She rocked back and forth from one foot to the other, looking up at him with what she could only hope was a look of helplessness. 

T’Challa made a soft sound like a hum as he hooked his finger underneath her chin. “You call me that and think I’m just supposed to give in to you whatever you want.”

“I do.”

“I could tell you no right now. Don’t forget that, Amaya.” Despite the half grin forming on his lips, he gripped her chin a little tighter. 

“I know you could, but do you wanna know what I think?” His fingers left her chin in order for his hand to cup the side of her face. Her body wasted no time leaning into his touch. 

“Enlighten me, beautiful.”

“I think you don’t want to say no. I think you want to come in as much as I want you to come in. You just wanna play hard to get.” She reached behind her and opened her front door. 

“I’m playing hard to get?” He chuckled softly as his brows lifted. 

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “You definitely are and you need to cut it out before it gets you in trouble.”

She took one step back and then another, finding that he was following her back into her apartment. The way kept his eyes on her as he pulled her keys from the door and kicked it closed before flipping the lock, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. She found that she loved having his attention solely on her. 

“You and your mouth.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took every ounce of strength that she had to resist the urge to pull the digit into her mouth. “Always pushing your limits.”

“You like it or else you would’ve made it so I couldn’t sit down for a week by now.”

“The night is still young.”

Taking his hand from the side of her face, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him to her bedroom. The voice in the back of head was telling her that she needed to get herself under control.  She hadn’t invited him up because she wanted to jump his bones. She really had invited him because she didn’t want to be alone for the night, and she wanted to spend what little time she did have left with him. 

When she pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was grateful that she had cleaned up some before she left. Any other time, her room would have been in shambles with clothes and shoes thrown all over the place in her attempt to find something suitable to wear. Instead, it was just the small desk in the corner of her room that was a mess with books and papers haphazardly thrown across the top, and her bed that she had forgotten to make. 

Her room was small and his large presence made it seem that much smaller. 

“I’m gonna get changed but could you unzip my dress for me?” She could easily reach the zipper herself but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. When she turned and pulled her braids over her shoulder, she felt his presence behind her. 

T’Challa said nothing as one hand ghosted up her arm and the other wrapped around the small zipper and pulled it down slowly. Amaya swore her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest and it didn’t get any better when she felt his lips trail along the skin of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply. His fingers pushed down the thin straps of her dress and her hands instinctively came up to hold the dress in place before it hit the ground. 

She talked a big game and had no problem teasing him but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to drop her dress and stand in front of him in just a pair of panties just yet. 

When his lips pressed the shell of her ear, her eyes fluttered and she let out a small sound despite her best efforts to remain calm. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, played with her body until her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think, and it showed. 

“Go change before I forget that I would like to be a gentleman tonight.”

She wondered what might happen if she told him she didn’t want him to be a gentleman, but something was telling her that she wasn’t quite ready for that. T’Challa seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing with far more years of experience than she had. She didn’t want to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.

“Right,” she nodded her head and stepped away from him. 

She practically scurried out of the room with her pajamas in hand. She knew if she had stayed in her bedroom for one second longer, she would have easily given in to the x rated thoughts that had been swarming in her head. The magnetic pull that man had over her body was insane. Scary. Thrilling. And more than just a little erotic. 

She had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life. It was to the point that if he asked, she would be hard pressed to say no, but she truly did what to take things slow with him. She wanted to be sure that they had something that went beyond just the very apparent physical connection and attraction. 

And she didn’t want him to think she was a whore. 

Amaya used her night time routine as a means to distract herself, probably taking far longer than she needed to, but she needed to give her body all the time that it needed to cool down. By the time she had gone through the steps, her body was still on edge but only just barely. She was sure she would be able to keep her hormones in check. 

Or so she had thought before she stepped back into her bedroom to see T’Challa sitting up against her pillows with her civil procedures book in his hand. It would have been fine for her, nothing she wouldn’t have been able to handle if he hadn’t stripped down to his boxer briefs and nothing else. . 

This man was going to be the death of her. 

“You just made yourself right at home I see.” She gave him a pointed look before she shoved her clothes into her hamper. She just needed to distract and deflect so nothing got out of hand. 

“Well, you can only leave a man to his own devices for so long before he starts to get bored.” The smirk he gave her when he looked up from the book had her grinning back at him like an idiot. 

“I see that.” She rolled her eyes as she walked over to him and pulled the book from his hands. “I don’t think this is how you want to cure your boredom though.”

“Do you have any suggestions then?”

“I have a few, but you have to leave so early in the morning and I would hate to keep you up all night, y’know?” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as he laughed. 

She dropped the book back off on her desk before she flopped down on her back onto her bed. 

“Lay down before your mouth lands you into some trouble you can’t handle, Amaya.” He shook his head. 

She had no doubt that she would find herself getting into some trouble at some point with him but tonight wasn’t going to be the night for that. Crawling into bed, she laid on her side with a hand curled underneath her chin so she could face him. He wasted no time in mirroring her actions minus the hand under his chin. 

“Do you know when you might be able to come back?”

“Unfortunately, no I don’t. There are quite a few things back home that I will need to take care of before I can get away again.” His hand reached out and his thumb moved along her cheek. 

She figured that he was a busy man but she’d had a sliver of hope that he would be back sooner rather than later. It was getting harder and harder each time to only have an afternoon or a few hours a night with him at a time before he disappeared for an extended period of times. Phone calls could only do so much. 

She really did like having him around. 

“Don’t look so sad,” she wasn’t aware that she had started to frown until he pointed it out. “I’ll still make sure to call you every day.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it is nice hearing from you every day but actually seeing you more often would be even better.” She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with the ring that hung from the chain around his neck. When she looked up there was something of a smug smile on his lips. “What?”

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a thing for me.”

“You’re alright I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Oh I’m just alright? I guess I should go somewhere where I will be appreciated then.” He started to roll over to get out of bed before she caught his arm. 

She pressed her body into his and buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent gently. “Don’t go.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’m right here, baby girl.”

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞)

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You, Alessandra Vitale, were born into a family of the fabled Elementals, the last living relatives of Mother Nature. Being an Elemental, you were born with the power of elements and life itself. However, it isn’t as simple as it would seem. The exposure of the power would lead to you and your family’s demise.

Coping with loss, the challenge of concealing the secret, all while luck having your family being familiar to the public eye, life’s testing curveballs were no stranger to you. A teenage Prince T’Challa happened to be one of them. The arrogant prince was the last thing you needed, but could a growing threat to his life put your differences aside? There were secrets that must be kept, people you must protect, could the threat to his mortality be enough to risk your own? Keep reading to find out.

AN : Hello again! So this will be a rewrite of the story Absense Makes the Heart Grow Fonder on my page. The original story in my outline didn’t work, had too many plot holes, construction wasn’t there, writing could have been better etc. If you enjoyed it, it will still be up. I currently don’t plan on finishing it, but that may change in a later time or may not. So now I will be working on this current story with a slightly changed plot and hopefully better story telling. 

I’m absolutely in love with this story and have a few parts pre-written to be posted every other Monday. The others are in the works but may be delayed due to university (help is welcomed). Enjoy! 

- Andromeda

Prologue (10/31/22)

Growing Up (11/14/22)

Part One (12/19/22) sorry

Part One Continued (12/25/22)

Part Two (12/31/22)

Part Three (4/17/23) (FINALLY)

Part Four (5/7/23)

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Go the Distance

T’Challa x OFC / Citlalli’s masterlist

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Looking back at it, he regretted how things happened. The ire he felt for his father's death sent him over the edge. He didn't 'explode' like others, but he recognized (now) that he did have his moments.

"Agent Del Rio!" He called angrily after her. She was striding down the hallway, her back to him. "Agent Del Rio!" Eventually, he caught up to her and with one swift movement, he grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. "We need to speak  now !"

Citlalli Del Rio was anything if not pretty stoic with her expressions. It was a habit she picked up a very long time ago as a means of survival — literally. "Would you like to continue screaming in the hallway with other agents around?"

T'Challa was no fool. She was testing him and how far he would go to get what he wanted, even if it meant getting her into legal trouble. Could he?

Unable to answer himself, he pulled Citlalli into the first open room and shut the door with lock. "You pushed it today, Citlalli," he said immediately afterwards. "I know what you did."

Citlalli walked up to the conference table, drumming her hands on the top of a chair. "I do many things. Care to be specific?"

The ire grew stronger and T'Challa stalked up to her, once again turning her around. "You know what you did! You gave the weapons back. How could you help the people who cover up a murderer? A mass murderer, I will add."

Citlalli stoically looked at him and detached his hand from her arm. "You don't care that he was a mass murderer. You only care that he allegedly murdered your father."

"Allegedly?" T'Challa said incredulously. "He  did ! It is public knowledge that Sergeant Barnes was in the same city when the Accords were signed."

"Oh, you of all people know how technology can be used to persuade many people," Citlalli said, tilting her head to the side. Her dark eyes softened on him. "And it is much easier to convince someone who already wants to believe it."

In retrospect, T'Challa now knew that he had wanted to believe it very much. The news forced the idea that the Winter Soldier had blown up the site of the Accords and he, filled with ire and revenge, believed it without a second thought. It blinded him.

"Yes, I did help them," Citlalli said firmly, straightening herself up to take the full blame. Her open confession wounded T'Challa more than he had expected.

He got word from the Dora Milaje about suspicious sightings of Agent Del Rio and when they communicated the sudden loss of the confiscated weapons of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, and the coinciding disappearance of Citlalli, he knew it was true. Still, knowing it and hearing it directly from Citlalli was different

"Why?" He was left to ask.

Citlalli heard the frailty in his voice, the betrayal. She subtly swallowed hard. "Because it's not as it seems. I grew up blinded by those who were supposed to all truthful and powerful. I have learned to look past all that shine. I see things factually and factually, things are not what the news says. I listened to Steve Rogers. I heard him."

"It's all lies, Citlalli," T'Challa argued, "Sergeant Barnes is his best friend! He would cover for Barnes!"

"Yes, perhaps in other things, yes. It is the nature of best friends," Citlalli agreed with him, "But in this—"

" No !" T'Challa snapped.

Citlalli lowered her head, drawing in a sigh. "You are not listening."

"I'm not listening?" T'Challa said incredulously. "I'm not listening!? You — you are not listening to me!" And it hurt him so deeply that the one person he trusted, the person he…

Citlalli raised her head again, meeting his eyes. It was like she could read his mind. "I do listen to you," she said quietly, but he scoffed, and hard. "I  do ," she reiterated.

He was blind and deaf, apparently. Looking back at things, T'Challa knew he should have listened to Citlalli more. He'd gone off on her after that, telling her how that had been the ultimate betrayal and that any kind of relationships they ever had were done. Granted, their relationship had always been professional but neither one would deny that there were moments where sometimes that line blurred.

He regretted it so much.

Citlalli never yelled back, never argued back, and most importantly never tried to convince him not to break things off. That hurt too.

Had she never cared for him at all? Had he imagined those close-call moments between them?

When he left that room, he left Citlalli for good. He wanted to be a man of his word, even if it hurt him like hell.

But when things turned and he discovered the truth about Baron Zemo, T'Challa had no choice but to admit his fault. Unfortunately, Citlalli was no longer available. When he reached out to Everett Ross about her, he was told that Agent Del Rio had abruptly turned her papers in and resigned from the CIA.

The shock had taken days to ware off and when it did, T'Challa felt the weight of the past come crashing down on him. He'd lost his father and now he may have just lost the love of his life (who didn't know she was the love of his life).

"You should have told her a long time ago!" Nakia all but smacked him. Not even his status as King of Wakanda would protect him from her fury. She shook her head at him, hands on her waist. "I cannot believe it took all this to happen for you to get this."

T'Challa felt like he should put his hands up in surrender. "It was always pretty clear that she and I were just friends." Nakia scoffed and because Okoye was also in the room standing guard, she did too. T'Challa rolled his eyed at the two. "I was not ever intending on ruining the job she loved. We were professionals."

"Fifty percent of the time, perhaps," Okoye muttered and Nakia pointed at her in agreement. "You two were so in love that neither of you saw how obvious it was."

"Idiots, that's why," Nakia said, "And now you went and lost her because of your rage."

"I don't need to know but I already know," T'Challa said with a huff. "If I am bothering with this embarrassment, it is because I thought you two would be more willing to help me find her."

Nakia exchanged a glance with Okoye. Yes, of course they would help.

It took a while to track Citlalli down. T'Challa learned bits and pieces of her the time they knew each other. She wasn't very forthcoming about herself but T'Challa knew that it wasn't just with him. She did not trust many people and even then those she did deem friends knew mundane things about her.

T'Challa knew that he was one of the few people who knew that Citlalli had been adopted. She came from a very troubled past and her roots lied in Mexico, not the States. T'Challa liked to think that he knew her most, and maybe that fact enabled those feelings to grow. He learned how as a child, Citlalli had to run from her old village because of invaders; he learned the trouble it took her to cross borders and how she almost died on several occasions. She had lost everything and still managed to climb up the ladder all over again.

An uncrowned princess turned agent turned vigilante.

Looking back at it, how could he not fall in love with her?fall in love with her?

Because even when she tried being stoic, she slipped…with him. With him, she smiled, she laughed, she even joked. T'Challa imagined that was what Citlalli used to be before everything was taken from her and for him to be able to get it out of her every now and then was a gift he valued very much.

He hoped she smiled wherever she was.

After months of searching, they caught a break. T'Challa honestly couldn't believe it never occurred to him before. Citlalli's life had been in Mexico, so it only made sense that if she felt threatened she would return to her land where she felt more in her domain.

She was intelligent enough not to leave a trace of her leaving the United States so to anyone else it would appear that she was still in the States. Once they figured that out, their search became easier. Citlalli's old village used to reside not too far from Mexico City so it made sense for her to go somewhere near there. It became easier to spot the woman who had suddenly arrived in a small outskirt town who so decidedly wanted a job in or near a horse stable.

"It was so funny to me," Citlalli truthfully laughed. She sat with T'Challa on a bench only a few blocks from the CIA headquarters. "My adoptive parents had good intentions with their idea to bring me to a horse stable. They thought I should have some nature around me."

"I imagine in New York that's not very possible," T'Challa remarked, leading her to hum.

"So they bring me to this beautiful stable one day and they think that I'm going to be afraid of the horses. As if."

"As if…" T'Challa watched her laugh again. "So they made the mistake of assuming you weren't brave."

Citlalli's laugh subsided into a smug smile. "I don't know if 'brave' is the right word but they never assume anything about me again."

"Did you ride that day?"

"I did," nodded Citlalli, "and after that, horseback riding became one of my therapies. I don't have to think about anything when I'm on a horse. I don't have to remember anything either."

Even just talking about horseback riding made Citlalli look so at peace and that wasn't something T'Challa saw very often.

She rode the horse beautifully. Like an expert, and she was.

Citlalli had a deep affection for nature. She loved it and always lamented living and working so deep within cities. It was perhaps the thing she missed most from home.

T'Challa never told her but every time she shared her woes for a life closer to nature, he secretly thought about taking her away from New York. He was sure that she would love Wakanda, a place where technology was superb but never taking away the pleasure of the naturalistic simplicity of life.

And now it seemed like she had found her place again.

The stable was on a ranch and it was pretty decent sized. There were only workers, clearly not a place for the public. There were crops on one side and many other typical farm animals scattered around. It was all calm, the perfect place for Citlalli.

T'Challa honestly didn't want to interrupt Citlalli's obvious serenity but it was of no use trying to avoid it. On a turn of her horse, Citlalli saw him and abruptly stopped altogether. It took her a few moments to convince herself that she was not imagining him (again) and that he was very much real.

A few more minutes later and she was off her horse, walking it by its reign towards the stable. She didn't look back at the sound of footsteps drawing closer. She went directly to the horse's spot and ushered it in, closing the gate after it.

"It took you longer than I thought," Citlalli said, finally turning to T'Challa. His brows raised with surprise.

"I wasn't aware that I was being timed," he wasn't the response he was expecting from her. She didn't appear mad at him…

She certainly seemed less mad with that smile that marked her face. "Well, being the King of Wakanda should grant you some speedier tech, right? Or is it all Shuri's domain?"

Definitely not what T'Challa expected from her, and yet it had taken about ten pounds of nerves off his shoulders. "Uh, she does say that she's better at it."

"And she's right," Citlalli side-stepped him and walked towards the entrance of the stables. "So then, to what do I owe your grand visit? Should I expect to see Okoye's grumpy face somewhere around here?"

"I came alone," T'Challa said, following behind her. "I figured we needed to speak…if you're willing."

"Yeah, I'm willing," Citlalli glanced behind her shoulder, still smiling at him which he thought was plain weird. Why wasn't she yelling at him? Telling him to get lost?

Citlalli led him to a quieter place in the ranch - a bench underneath a shady tree. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. "Afraid of getting a little dirt?"

T'Challa couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was more or less their typical way of being. It was strange to say he missed it too. He sat down next to her, leaving a decent gap between them for obvious reasons. "I like this place," he remarked, gazing out at the scenery.

"Me too," Citlalli let out a relaxed breath as she leaned back on the bench, "I am just not a city girl. I thought this would be the perfect place to lay low."

"Lay low?"

Citlalli nodded. "There were some suspicions after Rogers and his crew got away. I gave my statement and quietly slipped away."

"There aren't - Citlalli, there are no accusations filed against you," T'Challa said, knowing it for a fact since he had spent a lot of his time searching for that verification.

"Even if there had been, I wouldn't be there," Citlalli said, flashing a small, yet smug, smile. "I don't intend on ever getting caught. I'm a good adapter. I'm more of a chameleon than a serpent, I guess."

"I think you're both," T'Challa said, "You hide very well, but anyone should watch out if they dare to do anything against you."

"Did you come all the way here to complement my skills?" Citlalli was already looking at him when T'Challa turned his head at her. His eyes softened albeit with guilt. Citlalli knew it well - she could read him so well and he didn't even know it.

He had no idea where to start. He had come all the way here to apologize and he had no idea where to start. He spent the next couple minutes in silence trying to figure out his words so when Citlalli laughed, he was more than dumbfounded.

"I can see the wires in your head short-circuiting," she said, tilting her head at him, "Don't bother. I already know."

"Know what?" he frowned.

"What you want to say."

"N-no you don't. How could you know?"

Citlalli's smile broadened, her eyes growing kinder by the second. "Because I know you. You're too noble not to come all the way over here to apologize about Barnes. I'm just glad you realized he wasn't behind your father's murder."

T'Challa lost his breath for a moment. How could she read him that easily? That correctly? He looked at her completely mortified and yet relieved that she had taken the words out of his mouth.

Citlalli's smile still didn't wane. She looked out at the ranch, ignoring the warm flush on her face. "I hope you know that I'm not upset, and I really didn't need the apology either."

"How could not be upset?" T'Challa asked quietly. "I said so many things I shouldn't have. You were right, I should have listened to you…but I didn't. And you have no idea how terrible these months have been for me. A punishment, I suppose, for what I did."

"You were hurt," Citlalli said, "And trust me, we do many things while we are hurt."

"But not to you," T'Challa shook his head, "I would never want to do anything to you. You have no idea how important you are to me. I felt like I lost you, and it was all my fault." He lowered his head, absolutely guilt ridden. A few seconds later, he felt a warm hand come rest over his. He looked at Citlalli but she was gazing straight ahead.

"You could never lose me," she said, her fingers just barely sliding between his fingers, "I know you too well to fall for some mediocre argument. You're my friend. I would never let something like that get between us. The only reason I didn't reach out is because I knew that you needed your space and you would eventually find me."

"How? How could you know all that?"

"Because I know you, my dear," Citlalli finally looked at him, smiling widely. It was so unlike her. "Bits and pieces - I know you whole."

T'Challa's heart swelled with the feelings he kept bottled up. The certainty in Citlalli's voice - the confidence that she was right - made the ache in his heart grow because how could she trust him that much and he couldn't do that with her before? "I don't deserve you," he mumbled, turning his hand under hers and interlocking his fingers with hers. "The faith you have in me is the same faith that I should have had in you. You saw the truth before I did, and instead of trusting you I accused you."

"It's alright—"

"No, it's not," T'Challa shook his head.

"It really is—"

"It's not because how could I do that to the woman I love?"

Citlalli could only be so subtle at a confession like that. The confidence she had spoken with had definitely waned in those first seconds. "I…well…"

Somewhere in all the misery he felt, T'Challa found a moment to chuckle. "I don't think I have ever seen you speechless before." He took pride for being the one to do that to her. "You didn't see that coming, did you?"

Citlalli blinked a few more times and, with a clearing of her throat, looked away. "Honestly, no." She had been well aware of her feelings a while ago but with those feelings came the reality check. She was once of a noble family which meant she knew exactly how royalty worked. And no matter how super progressive royalty claimed to be, there was always going to be something that would separate them (and that was assuming that T'Challa would actually reciprocate her feelings). He was the King of a whole country, and she was a CIA agent (ex-agent now). There was no way that would ever work. So she settled for a silent love and hoped that with years to come, she would move past it.

"I was horrible to you the last time we saw each other so the only way to solve it is to make a fool out of myself," T'Challa decided to say, shrugging his shoulders.

Citlalli looked in his direction again. "A fool?"

"Because I came all the way over here with the intention of apologizing and hoping that you would forgive me but instead I'm sharing my deepest secret with you hoping you won't throw dirt in my face." T'Challa looked down at the ground, partly in shame. If he had been braver before, he would've done this in a much better way. A way that Citlalli deserved.

Citlalli tilted her head at him, trying to figure him out. "You're not very King-like, you know."

"I've heard," T'Challa said, "Shuri likes to point it out a lot. But maybe that's better right now. For your amusement, of course. Here's the King declaring his love for a woman he already lost."

Citlalli couldn't help it; she laughed. "Whether you're the King or not, you're still so clueless. Do you know why it is that I know you so well?"

"No?"

"Because when you fall in love with someone, there's an innate desire to know everything about them." Citlalli gripped their interlocked hands. "And I have wanted to know everything about you. Every single detail about you, whether big or mundane, is in my heart. So when you were upset, I knew you'd eventually come back from it. You always do. You're a fair and just man."

Her sincerity got him again, only this time he couldn't help it. The instinct was beyond him. He pulled his hand out of hers then grabbed her face and kissed her.

It was perhaps the one thing that Citlalli had not expected. She could not lead how she usually did with just about everything else in her life. And it was fine. She was perfectly content following the most amazing man and his wondrous lips. They parted slowly and even then remained with their foreheads against one another's.

"...it's not very king-like to kiss the commoners either..." Citlalli breathed in.

That sounded exactly like something Citlalli would say, and yet it still made T'Challa laugh. He lowered his head, shaking it as he tried to get himself together. "Agent Del Rio, aren't you ever serious for one��minute?"

"Don't blame me...the King just kissed me. What ever am I supposed to do with myself?"

T'Challa raised his head to see Citlalli feigning a shocked expression. "You are not funny," he pointed at her.

"I think you'll let me be whatever I want to be on account of this long-term argument," Citlalli said, quickly growing serious. "I may love you but you still owe me for this."

T'Challa laughed again. She could play the role of seriousness so well that anyone who didn't know her would actually believe her. "Can I try to apologize say, in Wakanda?"

Citlalli's eyebrows raised, her 'seriousness' thrown off. Ultimately, she gave up the game in favor of reality. "Of course I forgive you. You don't need to make any grand apologies. I didn't runaway because of you. I needed to protect myself in case something happened, and it did. I know Rogers is on the run with his little merry gang. And truthfully, I don't regret helping him."

"I don't expect you to be regretful," T'Challa clarified first, "You were right. I only wish that I had listened to you back then. You should know that there are no formal accusations against you. I verified it."

Citlalli smiled lightly at him. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that, though."

"I did," T'Challa nodded, "Because I should have been with you at that moment as well." He reached for Citlalli's hand and gently wrapped his fingers around it. "If I had been with you then, you would already be in Wakanda with me."

"Can you imagine? Me in Wakanda?" Citlalli chuckled. 'I don't think your mother and sister would like that very much. Besides, what am I supposed to do there?"

"Be with me," T'Challa said bluntly enough to startle Citlalli. It was hard scaring Citlalli and T'Challa honestly couldn't remember a moment where he successfully managed to scare her. "I love you, Citlalli. I have for a very long time and I should have said it a long time, shown it, and I failed. I don't want to do that again. I don't want to go home pretending like it doesn't hurt to leave you behind. Do you believe me?"

"Yes," Citlalli answered softly, "I do." She could see his sincerity in his eyes, the fondness he held for her was right there...just for her.

"I know how you feel about 'home', and how you haven't really felt like America was your home. I know this place" — T'Challa made a nod towards the field — "feels closer to you but I don't want you to be alone. I don't want to be without you. Come to Wakanda with me, and we can make it our home. But I promise that it can become your home as well. You just have to be there to give it a your touch."

Citlalli actually considered the idea for a moment. Going to Wakanda sounded completely insane at a first glance but then she thought about it again, this time 'going to Wakanda with T'Challa' and it sprung a whole lot of butterflies in her stomach. "It's...it's crazy, isn't it?"

"Why?" T'Challa challenged her for a good answer. "You already left the States anyways. What's a little further anyways?"

"We're talking about a whole sea!" Citlalli chuckled. "And...well..." she sighed, "Who am I kidding? I could never go back to the CIA. Everett Ross would never hire me again."

"You'd be surprised," T'Challa said, shooting her a pretty confident smile.

Citlalli stared at him a couple minutes, getting the feeling she was missing out on something.

"If you want to go back to the CIA, then do it," T'Challa said, "But I will not leave you again. Do you want to go back to the CIA?"

Citlalli's head lowered at the question. "Honestly?"

"Always."

Licking her lips nervously, Citlalli answered very clearly. "No." She lifted her head and met T'Challa eye. "I only ever joined to build connections and networks. It's so tiresome, T'Challa. I don't even like the CIA..." She laughed sourly, "Bureaucratic knots everywhere. I like the freedom — there is no freedom in the CIA."

T'Challa listened to her attentively. He cupped her face, leaning close to her. "If that's the case, then come with me. You might find your freedom in Wakanda."

"The idea of going with you is, admittedly tempting, but I know how royalty works. This isn't some 'be my wife, aka the Queen or be my mistress' is it?"

"Look at me and tell me if that's what I would offer you," T'Challa promptly requested. Citlalli only looked at him for about two seconds before shaking her head. "When I say 'come with me', I mean it as in...fly back with me and...see what happens. You can stay for as long as you'd like. Decide what you want to do next."

"I don't know what I want to do 'next'," Citlalli admitted, "But I do know that I missed you so much. Watching you leave again is...it's not on my to-do list."

T'Challa started feeling something in his chest — anticipation. He knew what was coming...

"I don't want special treatment," Citlalli said, confirming what T'Challa already knew. "And you better tell Nakia to knock it off with her jokes because I know she'll have them."

T'Challa laughed lightly. "I can certainly promise to try and dissuade Nakia from any jokes but I'm not sure I can do much about the first thing you asked for."

"Why not?" Citlalli frowned.

"Because I certainly won't be able to treat you as if you were the same as everyone else." T'Challa grinned proudly about himself. Before Citlalli could fully react, he slid his hands over his face and kissed her.

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[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 1: Too Soon

This can't be happening…

Nakia looked down at her stomach and into the toilet. It's too soon.

She sat on the floor, distraught and anxious. She dreamed of this day before, but it was soon. Too soon.

She didn't know who to go to, in fear of the news getting out. But chose to go to the scientific princess.

Nakia walked in, dizzy from her morning sickness and saw Shuri working on some shoes. She looked around for her lover before making her way over to his sister.

"Shuri…I need help.", she whispered.

"What is it now? Did you break something?", the princess asked, not looking at her.

'Not yet….', Nakia thought.

"No. I just….I'm scared.", Nakia said instead.

Shuri finally turned around, taking in her friend's sickly state. "Whoa, what happened to you?", she asked.

"That's what I wanna know.", Nakia said, sitting in a chair.

She stared at the woman for a while. "You're pregnant, aren't you?", she asked.

Nakia's eyes widened as she hushed her. "Not so loud!", she whispered-yelled.

Shuri gasped. "So you are.", she said.

"I guess so. I didn't pay any mind to it until now.", Nakia said, looking down disappointed in herself. Shuri was the complete opposite. "I'm gonna be an auntie.", she said smiling.

In a way, Nakia felt relieved that Shuri wasn't upset. "Will you please check…?", she asked, unsure.

Shuri prepared her nanos as a bed and had Nakia lay on them.

"This might tickle.", she said.

"I'm not worried about tickles.", Nakia said, looking at her stomach.

Shuri hooked up an IV on Nakia, made her do some urine tests and waited.

"Yup. You came to me right on time.", she said, finally getting the results.

Nakia frowned. It's not like she didn't want to have the baby. She would've been ecstatic if they had talked about it. However…

He's going to be King soon….

"If you're worried about T'Challa, there's nothing to be worried about. Geez, you two always act like I don't have time on my hands. I'm here to help both of you.", Shuri said, reassuring Nakia.

Nakia smiled sadly. "Thank you.

"Shuri, do you have my device ready??", a familiar voice boomed in a short distance, making Nakia's eyes widen.

"Oh no…I don't want him to find out now. Put it away! Put it away!", she whispered, hearing his footsteps.

Shuri hurried with everything and got out his device she had been working on.

"It's here, brother. Ready to go.", she said, once T'challa came in. The older brother smiled and took it from her. "Thank you.", he said and turned to his lover, unaware of her nervousness. "Good morning, my love.", he said, coming over to Nakia and kissed her on her forehead before he left.

The women sighed in relief. "That was close.", Nakia said.

"Too close.", Shuri agreed. "So how long are you planning on keeping it from him….?", she asked.

"For as long as I can. I don't want to stress him out as much as he is now.", Nakia said.

"So how long do you think you'll be able to hide such a thing? You're going to swell a couple of months.", Shuri informed.

Nakia knew that. Though, she had a place to hide whenever her stomach would grow. She informed Shuri of such a place and decided that's where she'll stay.

She only hoped that T'Challa wouldn't miss her so much until it was time.

Months passed and it was finally time for Nakia to birth her child. It was a baby girl and instantly she knew the familiar genetic features of her lover.

"She's beautiful.", Shuri whispered, laying the infant child in Nakia's arms. Nakia cried, both out of happiness and despair. She had to cut all ties off from the Dora Milaje and could only give little information to the queen in fear of T'challa ever finding out.

Nakia decided it was too much. She couldn't let T'Challa know. Nakia let the women of a nearby village watch over her daughter before making herself known to her lover who welcomed her back, confused, worried and relieved that she was okay.

14 years had passed and T'Challa had yet to find out. By then, it was too late to go back. Nakia realized it would only make things worse if he had found out this late.

Instead T'Challa was with his father inside Vienna.

He huffed, tugging at his collar around his neck and looked at his father. "It's chafing.", he complained, making his father smile in amusement.

"Bear with it for now. We'll be gone soon.", he said.

The prince huffed and looked out the window.

"At a special United Nations conference 117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords.", he heard and glanced at a red haired woman.

"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?", a woman walks up to a red haired woman. "Yes?", she responds.

"These need your signature.", she said.

T'Challa watched as she signed a form and let the woman leave, finally recognizing her.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight.", T'Challa spoke up.

She turns to him. "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering.", she says.

"You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill… I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company.", he says.

"Well, I'm not.", she says with a frown.

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff.", T'Challa says genuinely.

"Why? You don't approve of all this?", she asks.

"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred.", he said.

"Unless you need to move a piano.", king T'Chaka says, walking up to them.

"Father.", the prince greets.

"Son. Miss Romanoff.", The king nodded to them.

"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria.", she apologizes, bowing.

"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today.", he says.

"Yes, so am I.", she says and T'Challa smiles.

"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session.", they hear on the PA.

"That is the future calling. Such a pleasure.", T'Challa said, bowing to her.

"Thank you.", she says and leaves.

"For a man who disapproves of diplomacy, you're getting quite good at it.", his father says.

"I'm happy, baba.", he said, smiling.

The men give their affection before the king walks up to the podium for his speech.

"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative."

As T'Challa listens to his father, his peripheral vision catches something outside the building. His eyes widened before turning back to his father. "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace.", his father's last words were.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!", T'Challa yelled and ran for his father, but was too late and got blown away.

As the explosion cleared, T'Challa crawled on the floor in search of his father and found his limp body.

"Baba…. Baba!" The prince checked for a pulse but there was nothing…

He's dead….

"No….no….!!", T'Challa cried, cradling his father's lifeless body.

Unfortunately the news spread quickly back to Wakanda where Nakia was waiting for T'Challa. She felt regretful as she watched her daughter walk amongst the women in the village she stayed in.

She turned to the sound of footsteps and saw Shuri walk up to her in tears.

"Shuri…what's wrong….?", she asked, worriedly.

Shuri hugs her tight and bawls. The women rocked, Nakia confused and let Shuri settle down.

"Shuri, won't you tell me what happened?", Nakia asked.

"He's dead….my father. He's dead…", she whispers. Nakia's eyes widened and glossed over.

T'Chaka….dead….? Where's T'Challa…? What happened and how….? Why…?

"We have to go bury him….", Shuri says, getting up and looking at her niece.

"She wasn't even able to have the chance to know her grandfather….", she says.

Nakia glances at her daughter.

She's right. And it wasn't fair. What did he do to deserve his death….?

"T'Challa's in so much pain right now. He's the one that was there.", she said.

That only made Nakia's despair worsen. She didn't want to pile on more bad news.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. It had been months, and she was getting too big to hide for long.

After T'Challa returned to Wakanda after settling with the Avengers and delivering Xeno to justice, Nakia sought out for T'Challa, finally deciding to let him meet his child. The look on his face after seeing him made her want to change her mind. He looked so tired but happy to see her.

As they met up, he felt a bit relieved to see her but could tell something was off. She seemed... Nervous. "There's something I have to tell you.", she told him. Many outcomes entered his mind in an instant. She either found another love, was in trouble with someone or wanted him back.

He'd have to mentally prepare for one of those responses, but was not prepared for her to take him into the farther fields outside of the golden palace where animals grazed and their caretakers watched over them.

Nakia's eyes laid on a girl who was petting a rhino and T'Challa followed her line of sight. He looked at her in confusion at the girl. Nakia took a breath and called out for the girl who turned to them, a look of distain appearing on her face for a moment before she got a good look of the prince before her and she immediately straightened up.

T'Challa's eyebrow raised at the girl as she walked up to them and he looked at Nakia who appeared a little more distressed. The girl stepped up to them and bowed a bit. "My prince.", she greeted.

T'Challa shook his head. "No need for that." She looked up in confusion. "Am I needed?", she asked him and he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as he took in her features. She looked no older than 14 or 15.

He looked back at Nakia who looked at him with glossed eyes. "T'Challa, this is T'Kia.", she introduced. His eyes widened as he realized why the woman was so off-putting today. He looked between the girl and the woman. "Is she... Did we...–?", he started.

Nakia nods, silently, watching the prince's eyes become glossy. T'Challa looks at the girl. "She's your daughter.", Nakia says, shocking the girl.

T'Kia looked between the two in disbelief before she stared at T'Challa who stared back. He had so many questions. Why was he just now finding out about this...? Why did it take so long? Did she resent him?

He couldn't stand the girl's confused and teary eyes. He looked at her for another long moment, trying to take her in. He felt a sense of regret and shame for missing out on so many years.

Then he reached out and pulled TKia close. "Are you angry with me...?", he asked, softly.

Her eyes bubbled with tears instead, feeling warm inside. This was what she was missing all these years. Not knowing what a father was like... Not knowing what it was like to have him around.

She shook her head silently, hugging him back.

The prince embraced her in his arms, his face now buried in her hair. Even though she was his own flesh and blood, he had never held his own child before.

He never even saw her birth. He missed out on her first steps, her first words, her first birthday.

All the guilt and regret hit him at once and he only squeezed her harder.

The sounds of her sniffles made his heart clench painfully. "Baba...", she sobbed, nuzzling her face in his chest, grasping at his clothes as if he'd disappear. The prince shook his head, and stroked her hair as he shushed her. "Baba is here now. Baba's not going anywhere.", he cooed softly.

He looked over to Nakia, who had tears in her eyes too. He could see the guilt in hers. Her sorrow for keeping their child from him, her tears not just of joy, but also of regret.

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[theunsweetenedtruth]

The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

The Adored One (Complete)

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

The Adored One | Giving You the Best | Warmth | What You Won't Do | On Your Mind | All This Love | Yours

Who Hurt You (One Shot)

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)

Discipline (One Shot)

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

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[kiraxcute]

@swifteforeverandalways

M'Baku: Is constantly thinking about the fish man and wanting him to do anything to me gay?

T'Challa: I'm not an expert but as the American's would say that sounds gay

Jade: I'm an expert, it's gay

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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

#incorrect marvel quotes #the avengers #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #avengers x reader #avengers x you #mcu oc #mcu fanfiction #avengers #peter parker #peter 3 #gwen stacy #spider gwen #t'challa #black panther #tchalla #shuri #valkyrie #king valkyrie #stephen strange #doctor strange #wong sorcerer supreme #sorcerer supreme #wakanda #new asgard #monica rambeau #america chavez #kamala khan

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

#┃⠀･ ｡ﾟ☆⠀〝i just want some dick.〞⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀꒰⠀𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬╱𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬╱𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬╱𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬╱𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬. #erik killmonger #njadaka #n'jadaka #n’jadaka #black panther #tchalla #t'challa #t’challa #mcu #marvel #erik stevens #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x oc #chaka khan #drabble #black author #black writers #poc authors #poc writers #black authors

[blackqueengold]

Masterlist

Shuriri

Her Grace

Shuri

Idk yet but it will come

T’Challa

The White Panther -> coming soon

Attuma

The Siren and The Talokanil Warrior 

After the loss of Alsu’s family, she has been swimming all Atlantic Ocean on her own, no pod, no home. M’Baku takes Alsu in as his adopted sister and has kept away all along from the war, which all wakanda loves her. After the war, alliances are made, love birds being love birds, and love is blooming everywhere.

Chapt.1     Chapt.2

K’uk’ulkan

In Diosa (My goddess) -> coming soon

Namora

Bast’s Daughter -> coming soon

Druig

Mother of Nature and sky -> coming soon

Pietro

My Girl -> coming soon

#Wakanda forever #princess shuri #druig x oc #pietro fanfiction #HOT ATTUMA #k'uk'ulkan #namora #Shuriri #t'challa

[pettybetty69]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Masterlist | Part Three

Word Count: 1.5k

January 1996

A unique education has been ingrained in your people dating back to the beginning of them. The ancient recherche teachings were practically considered tradition. Elemental education consisted of the sciences, linguistics, melee, philosophy, universal history, and just about everything else. It was disciplined, demanding, and most of the time, dreadfully boring. But it was required. 

By 6, you, Paolo, Fina, and Delfie had a linguistics repertoire that had already surpassed seven languages. Including the archaic forms of inter-Elemental communication, Gaianus. 

By 8, you four were well informed about the many realms of magic. The existence of the Asgardians, sorcerers, dimensions, the concept of the multiverse, and having an Eldritch sling ring to practice with in a place none of you kids were allowed to know. 

By 10, you all began developing techniques for elemental combat and melee. From channeling shields of sunlight, breathing fire, taking a fight up into Mount Gaia’s dense clouds, to rippling the ground to knock out one another. Other times, it was simple hand to hand combat with Franca. 

By 12, you embarked upon the ancient disciplines of detection and manipulation, the Aran Orionian. A long, disciplined, complex, and tedious study of many teachings involving autonomy, chemical compositions, and element analysis. Though torturously boring, it was responsible for your ability to read people, to detect the vibranium casing King S’Yan’s body, and to control the sphere of power within yourself that maintained the secret. A sixth sense. 

Training always came over any studies, plans, or friends. But failing any of those things would result in disappointed looks or being grounded. So, the four of you begrudgingly had to make it work. 

____

There was a blur of a green clearing below your trembling hands and knees. It was as though the oxygen had been stripped from your lungs and a charging bus had slammed into you. 

Rigorous pants clawed at the walls of your throat but the encompassed pain was rapidly subsiding.

“Get up! Again!” Franca’s demanding voice echoed in the forest clearing. 

The winter snow had been cleared from the grassy plane for Sunday’s training. Paolo and Delfie were spent and disheveled watching the rounds between you and Franca. Fina watched nervously sitting beside the boys, reluctant for her upcoming turn. 

You spat blood onto the ground. The Aran Orionian alarmed, spiking a rush of adrenaline through your veins. 

Something was coming. 

You swiftly threw your weight to the side and a blinding burst of glowing light shot past your eyes. The air smoked with truffles of gray. A small crater made home on the ground you were a mere second before. Your frightened stare shot toward Franca who was lunging toward you in flight, having chucked a spear of lighting a second from electrifying your face. 

A shield of glowing sunlight conjured from thin air. The two of you began to fight again. However, it was short lived. Less than half a minute later, you were on your back once more, attempting to grasp a breath with Franca above you. 

Her sharp Elemental eyes were green, completely green. The vibrant irises were swelled over the size of what a human’s should be. The sclera wasn’t white, just another tinted shade of the emerald tone.

“Don’t you think for a second that an opponent will wait for your re-gathering! They will come from behind and attack without provocation!!” Her voice was harsh on a rush of authoritarian adrenaline. Her deep skin was ethereally glowing, her body’s golden aureole crystalizing with her booming voice.

She continued: “You're in over your head! You move impulsively, ignorant to the consideration of consequence! Recklessness can not be spared if you don't have the necessary skill to get you out alive and unmaimed!" 

Fina’s turn began and ended, and though her skills were good, she struggled against the tough opponent of her mother. Though you all loved her, there was an active resentment toward her after every combat round. 

You all had recollected yourselves and stood in a spaced, horizontal line with backs straighter than pins preparing for the next sector of training.

Franca, barely disheveled, began again:

"Next, you will fight in pairs while I observe. Fina and Delfie, then Paolo and Alessa. The objective is subtle. Imagine you're fighting an opponent out there and they can't know what you really are. What will you do to use your gifts to your advantage but having it be invisible to the eye, and subtle enough to not raise any eyebrows?"

“There are an endless amount of methods to choose from. Thhere are many such techniques from the Aran Orionian, extracting the opponents oxygen, stunning the cerebellum, dehydrating the body. Or take to the Polydorus techniques of silent conjuration of chemical stunners."

She didn't talk about her "work" often. You all knew she was a journalist, quite a successful one. But you all knew, she was more than just a journalist. Same with your mother and Zio Luca. By the way she speaks of these acts without wincing, how meticulously refined her element and physical melee tactics were, how swift and silent moving her methods were..... she has to use them regularly.

“But, I want to see something new. Something I can not predict. Begin.”

After the session, winded and exhausted, you went to Franca. She had just finished critiquing Delfie's finger positioning.

"Baby, I hope you were able to retain some of it." She was always softer afterwords, but a nightmare during. "Unfortunately, it is the hurt that teaches us." She wrapped her arm around you and squeezed your shoulder.

"Unfortunately." You sighed. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"What's on your mind, baby?"

You abruptly vented about the UN. Everything about annoying cameras, you and Goldman’s talk, and T'Challa's reasoning of it all. Her demeanor cooled after your speech. Her heart rate lowered chillingly and the typically relaxed muscles of her face were stiff. 

“What is it?” you asked. “Is there something wrong?”

"I wish you'd talk to your mother about this." She said, disappointedly.

"She's already paying for the plane tickets and they're not cheap. She's going to get mad at me for any sort of complaining."

"At the end of the day, she's your mother, Alessandra. She's the only one you will ever have. Pushing her buttons may be my favorite hobby, but I have to respect that she has final say on what of it you will be told."

What?

"‘What I'll be told?’" You repeated.

Her warm aureoled, Sphinx face expressed irritated regret. "Gaia, damn it." She cursed under her breath and stomped her foot into the grass. "I curse my tongue!" she shouted at the dusk sky above.

"What do you mean, Zia?"

"Merda-- just-- just talk to your mother, understand me? She'll tell you what you need to know."

"What I need to know? But that won't be anything." You grew frustrated. Not at Franca, but the idea of having to face your mother.

"I'm sorry, baby." She frowned, sliding her calloused hands down your sweaty cheeks.

"Instead of Work Saturday, I'll give you an extra session."

"But I need the money for Madrid." You sighed, disappointed. Franca shook her head and lifted your chin with her finger.

“My office needs rearranging. Train for three hours, organize for three hours, and I'll give you enough for sweets and souvenirs."

You hugged her tight. “Thanks, Zia."

She squeezed you tightly. "Remember to slip in some Cerveza's in your case on your way home, aye?" She winked green in green eye, mischievously. You chuckled and returned the wink.

As always, the training ended with you all on your knees, thanking and sending love to Gaia. Your heads would press the ground along with the palms of your hands. Then sunlight would sprout through your fingertips, through the ground, and to the zenith of Mount Gaia. Every time, there was euphoric breeze you'd like to think was her. 

As predicted, your mother told you nothing. Told you to continue on with the position, "do you're supposed to do," and get out of her office. A frustrated evening, a frustrated shower, and a frustrated flop of yourself onto your bed.

"Ouch!" You yelped. Your head collided against a hard object. You whipped around, rubbing your head though the pain was gone in seconds. You saw two panels of Kapok tree bark laid on top of your silk pillowcase. It was a thick booklet with a scribbled title, "Orion's tractate."

Hm. Orion? Why Orion? He was an Elemental hunter from the 1700s. One of the victims to the genocide. Other books described him as a bit of a loon. Apparently, he isolated himself in the thick of the Amazon, surviving only on nuts and river water. He was severely unfond of the Elemental and human race, only communicating when necessary. He would only befriend the wild Tapir's and often engaged in magicless combat with the monkeys.

You waringly examined the thick booklet, your curiosity admittingly spiked. The parchment was frayed and what looked to be an entire section being devoted to the blood splatters of his enemies.

"In Adoni's name..." you breathed incredulously.

Nonetheless, your fingers flipped to the first long page of chicken scratch. "What do you have to say, Orion?"

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#fanfiction #t'challa x reader #t'challa x oc #black panther x reader #young t'challa x reader

[tallulahchanel]

To my "Rose of Wakanda" readers

About a year or so ago, it was brought to my attention that I misnamed my Rose character because I failed to do proper research. So after hauling it over for a while, I've decided to make the necessary changes. It'll take time for me to go through all the chapters to fix it, but I'm changing her name from Wavuka to Iirozi. It's a small change, but it's one I'm proud to make.

#rose of wakanda #t'challa x oc #t'challa x black!oc #black panther fanfiction

[blankdblank]

Poke Pt 9 - Vexing

@devilishminx328​. @theincaprincess​, @lilith15000​, @jesevans​, @jiminapickle  

Poke Masterlist

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“Thank you for meeting us,” the director of the film who wouldn’t leave you alone stood firm in their stance looking over your makeup accented bruise mask uncertain if they should say anything or not. “Um, Lindsey,” he said turning to the fiery haired young starlet who smiled and extended her own hand.

“Hi, I saw your necklace online, it is stunning.” Her own eyes lingered on the obvious bruised nose and cheeks as you smiled back.

“Thank you. Took me a while to get the design I wanted in my head onto paper to measure out to attack it mathematically. Big fan of yours as well, and thanks for allowing me to measure you properly.” You said and she chuckled breathily, joining you on the path to the sitting room the duo had left to greet you when the assistant and a second actress, of less notoriety but also requiring jewelry, had answered the door to this hotel suite. The latter who was pleased to greet and not mention your bruise for slight concern over how you had gotten it then fall silent to hear the director share their thoughts on the pieces they wanted for both ladies.

He had slipped away just leaving you and the three ladies. Use of the break allowed Lindsey while you shifted the measuring tape you had in hand to finish the décolletage area for the lengthy pieces for her. To whisper, “I have some friends got their noses done, I know some tips on the bruises if you’d like them?”

Softly you giggled and replied, “No surgery, I was helping a person out of a building and my head and their elbow happened to try to occupy the same space in their panicked squirm.” Making the ladies chuckle in relief.

“Heard about the city, not sure I could do that myself.” She said with a mask of a smile on her face at that admission.

“Hard to know what you could do until you get found there.” You said calming those ladies for the return of the director who heard you say, “I have a few shades of metal I can try against your complexions. Are you using, not bleaching, but paler foundations for the roles?”

The assistant produced the makeup you had mentioned in earlier contact which was welcomed to be swiped in streaks across their arms to help the color matches before the anxious task of watching you sketch up a few designs. Metals, stones and measurements soon were secured and the date for pickup was given by you, with ample time to complete it and have time to spare to be safe before they would pay to borrow these pieces for the production.

 .

A promise is a promise, and on the drop of darkness for the first sunset over the city the task of healing the crater and tree that broke your face was a simple task enabling a walk to check on the restored row. Now though self imposed tour guides from foundations of families, namely the Vanderbilt line, were informing people who had showed up here of the family behind each building that fell under that family line down the sidewalks and traffic free streets now that the news crews had enough of filming building fronts no one could break into.

Lowly at your side a chuckle came from the body bound to the foot that tapped the side of yours. “You make an adorable raccoon.” Bucky hummed playfully luring a grin across your lips. The group moved past while you lingered in place to keep staring up at the three linked buildings you were most curious of on this row for years now since researching the state to travel here.

“Thank you, Lucky Ducky. Shoulder still sore?” you asked concerning a bandage from a cut he’d gotten from some rubble when the fight was over helping to tug people out of the way of falling structures.

“Little bit. Miss blocking a blow?” he asked curiously.

“Tree branch broke my face landing in the park.” You said making him throatily chuckle to himself.

“Been there.”

“I was there when you did,” you giggled back making him chuckle again and steal another look at your black and blue mask like bruise makeup did a poor job of concealing fully to anyone but those at a far distance.

“What was the goal, with these buildings earlier?” he asked lowly.

“Disintegrating them to reduce rubble.” That had him look down at you and you said, “Only practiced the theory of it, really. Blasting to vines is the usual go to, wanted to spice it up. Plus they all sold out of their leases the whole block.”

“Certainly get their money’s worth out of the change. You busy? Waiting on Jamie who is doing a public drop off at the police station on the corner for her old games.”

“Not particularly, errands are finished. I might scare her though, what with my mask and all.” Flashes soon had his hand on your back as a passer by on the tour called out your name and by morning your face would be all over with a clearly disguised facial injury to your name. Dinner with his family and a film came in the share of his having been given a new license he studied up for. Now leaving him in study of car models to see what he might like to buy for himself one day, an easier task with help of the young girls in his family who were in their own search while readying to head to college.

He would get you safely home, and with your help could prepare those girls and the others to ensure they could be able to defend themselves to prevent any harm coming to them in this world he wished he could have been here to make safer himself. Although the work you had put in so far in these past four years he hadn’t fully been able to verbalize himself yet. All the pain his sisters and their girls went through concerning cruel men all cut down in those purges, with certainly more to fall to prevent future damage to the younger generation. No matter what the odd layered relationship you had come to terms with concerning him as your teacher in that cruel child snatching world you had defended his family, however distantly, while he was away. And no matter what he would do as he always had and protect you however he could.

 ..

 “What happened to your face?!” Gwen shouted louder than you would ever wish her to in front of the school as she was being dropped off by her father and even underneath the brim of your hat she had noticed the lingering olive green bruise mask.

“Good morning to you too, Gwen.” Her father from the driver’s seat of his patrol car got out, having parked to do so with clear worry on his face causing you to remove your hat. Fully showing the bruises around the tries at a green themed eye shadow look for the day, “It’s just a bruise. Got a head scan, just, a bruise.”

Gwen came right up and got a better look, demanding as open mouthed Peter came closer with Ned at his side fresh from a sleepover the night prior. “What happened to your face?”

Mr Stacy came around the car and caught your eye as you answered to them and the apparent stunned crowd, “I was helping Eddie get some people out of the way of debris and whatnot and, the oddest thing, my face and someone’s elbow happened to try to occupy the same space at the same time.”

“You go elbowed in the face?!” she asked defensively.

“No, that implies intent. No one raced up to me with the intent to bash me in the face with an elbow. People squirm when they panic, and my face just so happened-,”

Mr Stacy asked with a smirk, “To get in the way of an elbow.”

“Shockingly close to that. Clean head scan, just the bruise and I have cream that is working wonders on it, was black the other day. How’s the baby? Throwing elbows yet?”

“Not yet, punches though, couple slaps,” he joked back, “You feel bad, go home and get some rest.”

“Can’t do that, got confirmation for my ride to the base later. I bet you by sunset they’ll have had me fill out a full incident report and do a criminal sketch so they know exactly which injured party dared to bruise me before I finish my birds.” You joked and he gave Gwen a hug and kiss on top of her head.

“Don’t take it too hard. Means they care. Go easy, and Gwennie, you’ll ace that exam. Know it backwards and forwards.”

“It’s a bruise,” you whispered to Gwen who turned as you did once he was back in his car. “Why I put on the makeup so I wouldn’t vex people.”

“Right in the middle of your face, that is not just a bruise.” She retorted but huffed being called away and nudged to go answer her other friend’s call just leaving Ned, Peter and now the curious MJ who were waiting for you to be alone.

“Need I remind you Peter, you have your own shiner on your jaw.” You said and his voice cracked.

“I fell, off my bunk bed from the morning boom. You really got elbowed in the face?”

“It wasn’t intentional. First responders get hit in the face and body all the time while rescuing panicked people from situations of ruined cities and modes of transportation, especially the Coast Guard.”

“You weren’t swimming,” MJ cut in.

“No, but I did have a knife in hand to cut a bandage they were unconscious at its being added.”

Ned said, “I don’t think I could hit you in the face waking up to you with a knife. I’d totally try bargaining first before I resort to violence.”

“Good to know,” you replied making him smirk to your playful grin as you added your hat again for the rest of the sort walk inside and to your locker.

MJ asked, “You keep a knife on you?” partially not believing your story until you opened your purse to show her the utility tool that had several tools, including a pocket knife. “Have you tried leeches? My Abuela practically chases me around with a jar of them when I bump into things.”

“I try not to use leeches. I agree they are a passive way to aid in bruises and swelling, just personally, they don’t feel rather pleasant as they grow. Not the bite either, they feel like tiny tongues on occasion.”

“Tongues?” she asked with an amused smirk.

“As they expand they wiggle around a bit, not overly unpleasant but odd to have on your face. You could always take her up on her offer next time around to have a new experience to draw from in the future.” The statement had her chuckle and walk with you inside as Ned shared a few tricks his family had for injuries.

Heads did turn at the notice of something different about your face and inside your first classroom up to the teacher’s desk you walked turning their head as well to hear you say softly, “Fair warning, I have a bruise on my face, and it’s very vexing.” Across their lips a grin eased to your playful tone in adding, “Didn’t want to disturb the class with the shock of it.” To themselves they chuckled, much like the other teachers did until you were out on the street again with hat on to help, at least up to the helipad where the hat was removed and soldiers took their turn to chuckle at the explanation.

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“Okay, just so there aren’t any sudden startles that anyone drops anything,” the voice warned of your company for the men from your team who were readying their tools for the usual tasks. Unable to help but grin as you continued, “I have a bruise on my face. Quite gruesome I know, but hopefully save for a few dizzy spells on your parts we can push through this.”

“Sports mishap?” one asked and you shook your head.

“Helping with bandages in the city and my head happened to be in the same place as an elbow, no hard feelings, had a head scan, just a lovely bruise. Put some creams on it and it is improving.” Chuckling to themselves they got to work as you turned to do the same post awkward nod. Knowing you were fine and no different than a few of the other soldiers on base who helped in cleanup and searches of the city talks had been going on for plans of how to fix it up again around the part the cube was not letting go control of.

Not an hour later from the belly of the bird you were inside of working more of the interface into the floor panels to finalize the physical work, just leaving the brain to install and the test flights after this, a ring tone was heard by the others. Out of your pocket you pulled your phone and answered the call from your grandfather. “Hey Gramps, how’s Denmark and please don’t tell me this is about my face.”

“There were some images online,” he said and let out a breath of relief to the sound of your melt forward into the ground to grumble. Legs bent at each side and shoulders not touching the ground for an amusing sight for one of the guys who was readying final measurements of the interior for the crew to finalize their part of the install.

“It’s just a bruise, I promise, no one attacked me it was from helping Eddie out in the city.”

“How is the damage?”

“Mainly a couple blocks were half leveled, but they’re mainly glass and steel, easy to swap out. And there’s been a talk of lulls for construction unions so tons of teams can get some work on the rebuild, new economy helpers from clearing crews to the food carts that can come back to town now they won’t be held out of town.” Using a bee to rest on your ear you continued the call with an earpiece of sorts so you could set the phone down to keep working. “How is Denmark?”

“Good, very good. I also have been asked of updates on Eldfalls, any new news there? Footage of a ship rescue has been found and been making its rounds at the museum board to consider adding to the exhibit if it can be authenticated as your ship.”

“It was, Eddie and me took him out for a night sail and the radio went off for a wreck in a storm and we went to help. We met Prince Loki actually since then on another sailing trip where he taught us of a few more tricks and features, including the location of the belly hatch.” Your hands stopped moving as you added, “Oh, and apparently the burns on the inside of the hull are signs the engine is working, a fire lung.”

“That is very good to know. And your meeting was the other day for the jewelry with that Director?”

“Went well, have the measurements and the stones are being shaped, already printed them and when they fit right on the mold I will print the metals and have the pieces finished long before they are due. They have a trip to Arizona to film and then they’ll be expecting them and then in four months I get them back.”

That had him chuckle, “They aren’t buying them?”

“I thought they wanted to keep them but it was a jewelry leasing contract to borrow them, I suppose that’s the way it’s done, they write the contract to jewelers and borrow the pieces and then other people can borrow them from there I suppose. But the other actress did say she liked hers so if she does want it I’d probably give her a good price for it, but we will reach that mole hill when we get to it.”

“Are you at the base now?”

“Yes. Finalizing the floor panels.”

“I shall allow you to focus and get to my own meeting I am avoiding. Do try to rest and I will try to keep up on my efforts to clear my schedule for your graduation.”

“If you can’t they do film the ceremony and I will be seeing you soon after.”

“I love you, my magical girl.” He said sweetly.

“I love you. Hope your meeting goes well.” You hung up, leaving the phone where it lay to delve back into work, muttering as you did, “Two years ago no one cared if I got hit in the face. Now one picture and I have all of Scandinavia sending me messages.” Another glance at your phone of it lighting up for a notice of an alert from your social page at the image from the picture with the two actresses was a happy distraction. The site used for your pieces was tagged along with their two social pages and mention of the film title which had curiosity spinning in the gossip world on how the bruised Viscountess could be involved.  

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One final chunk of paneling was laid on the ground in the hangar around your cross legged self to be assembled in an almost robotic way. Enough to distract you from the arrival of Benn Grimm, Lt Rhodes who crept closer to see what you were up to. “Now that looks fancy,” the former said to draw your attention upwards.

Right away Rhodey lowered to a crouch and motioned a finger around his eyes in circles, “Hey, what’s going on there?”

Ben chuckled at the puff of air you let out and looked over the pieces as you answered, “I was helping in the city and in bandaging someone in a moment of panic my face and their elbow happened to try and occupy the same space.” Ben chortled and Rhodey couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to crack across his face.

“You got elbowed in the face.” He replied.

“Elbowed implies intent.” Making him arch a brow at you, “I get it, my wrist gets shattered by a wrench, I almost get whacked in the head by a book and now raccoon mask, but, two days ago my mask was black and now it’s green. Already I’ve been shouted at and offered the suggestion of leeches and even my grandfather said there are pictures online and ample concern, not that I’m the only bruised one from the city that day on base. Though I understand I am the most vexing and I am certain we can find a chair for you if you need it, you’re looking a bit green yourself.”

He paused with a breathy chuckle a moment then asked, “We did see you in that bus from your trips, Misique took some hard shots, she alright?”

“Oh ya, bouncing back, tired, bruised but on a buffet to heal faster.”

Ben asked, “Well all I’ve heard in the city is they love the new restored row, any known plans there?”

“Not really sure, restoring those wasn’t really the goal, the cube actually did that. And we got no clue what it plans to do with them. I went there last night, and even ran into Bucky there, but um, still can’t see what the plan might be. So I’m not much help there. I do know there will be a bit of news for her coming out soon, that you all can sink your teeth into.”

Ben grinned asking, “What might that be?”

“Well I know there was a bit of flippancy on when the big shebang might be going down, and I have a guess it didn’t go the way it all was planned, like with the row and all.”

Rhodey asked, “What did she tell you we had planned?”

“She heard it was Thane’s dad and we were dealing with a peanut butter coated bear trap of a plan.”

That had him chuckle and be unable to stop in asking at the accuracy of the image, “Who told her that image, specifically?”

“Captain America,” his brow twitched and you said, “Captain, not Cap.”

“Ah,” he said and chuckled again, “Not far off, no.”

“Something about the portal being a door to let him through, but it looked like it was just the Chitauri unless he is some invisible guy or really, really small.”

Ben said, “Plan is being remastered, and Loki has heard it was a convincing try to stop his doorway and he is still on his way, the long way around.”

“Fingers crossed no city locations this time.” You said. “If it had to be a city you could have spruced up an empty vine coated town and fill it with drones to fake mass casualties.”

Ben tapped Rhodey’s shoulder, “Told you she’d say that. Could easily fake a body heat signature.”

Rhodey said, “That being said, we have time now, and obviously a surprise from Misique on the horizons, and no matter who the leak was, or how the plan got shared, we all are glad she and her team were there. And that you were there to get her to a Doctor to rest after she got shot, we watched all the footage we could find and we saw seven arrows she got hit with.”

“Nine,” you replied, “And grazed by two more. Kevlar and,” you sighed softly, “A new metal she’s been trying on armored panels didn’t stand up to alien arrows. Which, is good to know, bounced right off Captain’s armor, so, room to grow for the next go round.”

When you dropped your gaze Ben lowered down to rest a hand on your shoulder at a tear that eased down your cheek. “What popped in your head?”

Shaking your head you lifted a hand only to huff remembering you had foundation on, which now revealed a streak of green as it was washed away quite irritatingly by a single tear, “Just, not a pleasant feeling being a testing dummy. Armor strength, trial and error. Not fun. But now I have to go fix my face,” uncrossing your legs you readied to stand urging the duo upright as well.

“It’s lunch time,” Rhodey cut in, “Let’s get you something to eat, least we could do for upsetting you.”

“You didn’t,” you said with a sigh, “This foundation is upsetting.” Making the duo chuckle and follow you to the sink by the cubby you got your bag at. There they watched you use a makeup removal cloth to reveal your full bruise after you had washed your hands to enable the clean slick of some of your cream over the bruise that for their eyes lightened a bit more. After you rinsed the dried your hand again the foundation with a sponge was dabbed and blotted to hide the bruise, then used a powder and included poof to help blend the tone across your whole face.

Lunch after was nice to hear how they were excited for the dual first flight demo for the new pair within sights. Then after they had to go you were able to finish off the rest of the work to have the bodies done on the now buzzing duo who would be glad to have their brain systems installed your next pop by same as the military officials.

Far ahead of schedule thanks to a few later days you had stuck it out to complete stages of the build now this could have a better plan for the unveiling and when the money could be transferred to pay their end of this absolute bargain of a deal. Where they should be spending millions on fuel for the use of these in fact by what they could transport the country had made three times what they spent for the four birds in their fleet.

Almost to the point that the upper rings of the military had brought up amongst themselves. As consciences were acting up to whisper the notion they were near to stealing these birds from the only young woman holding the keys to a much larger fleet they dreamed of. Well within the twenty years they had contractual claim over production to prevent any other country to hire you for their own fleets they could only hope that after graduation they could raise the yearly number of bird production. They didn’t want thousands of them sitting around, truly they only had thirty suitable bodies that didn’t require some substantial work to get solid for this process. Yet now also they didn’t want to look back in twenty years and have it obvious that these were bought for far less than their true value.

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 “Ooh,” you said at the buzz of Buster who flew closer to you in Eddie’s kitchen as you mixed up the seasoning mixture with veggies yet to be cooked to go with the meat slowly baking in the oven for a bread bowl stew idea you found online. Eddie, who was folding up some dumplings and egg rolls Venom picked a mini fryer to test out himself looked up from his task.

“What is the ooh?”

“Post office, I have a package.”

“Super Suit!” he said excitedly and in leaving some of your bees in charge of temperature monitoring you grabbed an old spare scuffed mask from a hidden safe and borrowed one of his old jackets to disguise your figure as your old jacket and new one were both riddled with holes and blood stains.

Out the covered alleyway you both hurried and sprung against the groan worthy strain of your muscles. As he swung from lamppost to lamppost you raced and slid across the stairs and ladders you usually used of glowing bees overhead to waves and shouts from below. Peter along the way having foiled a car thief swung up to your side asking, “I thought the news said you were on bed rest?!”

To which you called back, “We have mail! Got to go fetch it!” Winning chuckles from those down below to his own chuckle.

“Ooh,” he said hearing a smoke alarm a couple blocks over and said, “See ya later, Bumble, bye Venom!” Swinging off to see how he could be of use as you both slid down the slide you made to the front of an old post office you had for your mail for Misique and Venom.

Inside the owners lit up with smiles as you spoke to them in their native Greek and signed for the large trunk that Venom hoisted on his shoulder and you took the bag of mail for yourselves and headed out past the surprised duo who entered behind you on your way out. The younger of which snapped a quick picture of you three for their social page you both waved for since your mask covered all but your eyes and the teen seemed to be bothered by Venom’s twisted tongue extended from his mouth he traded for a wide smile.

The way back was smooth and once safe back in his place you eyes the trunk from Wakanda, the King T’Chaka who claimed his family owed you a debt when the last summer trip to Africa was cut short and you couldn’t stay with them very long. You had run into them by chance four years ago at Christmas helping to foil an attack from Hydra on them as Nazi clones helped Hate-Monger in his try to take over New York. Since then the first trip you took to Africa post Titan attack, when the world was still reeling from the discovery of Godzilla and the other hidden Titans on the planet, the work you had done to reduce numbers of species on the endangered lists and reinforce nature reserves with barriers poachers cannot breach the Wakandans were undeniably allied to your tiny self and Venom.

They felt bad at cutting the last trip short and upon hearing the trouble first with Thane snatching children from New York and portals to other realms popping up bringing new races with them their ally would need armor of the best standard. The world had heard and seen with broken footage of what happened, no less painful than a series of frozen images of Misique littered with arrows just like Boromir in his last stand, and they wished they’d sent the trunk sooner to have prevented that. But a check in days ago proved their friend still had super healing and was not in terrible spirits

Out of the box you used the usual password they had given to you to access their systems in Wakanda on the spinning dial lock the case lit up in its opening. Trays inside and a bottom drawer that sprung out of the side you squeaked wiggling out of your layers, mask and baggy coat to accept the honeycomb etched zigzag bangles in rose gold that snapped in place on your left wrist for elegant decorations paired with a ring for both your middle fingers. Three pieces of jewelry, that under natural lights would almost blend into your skin tone, to help hide them from notice.

Folded to perfection in small squares you eyed the matte grey pants to the body suit with pale yellow honeycomb patterns etched across it you lifted and stepped into. At the waist it was sliced to enable a pull of the top to cover your chest and arms. That rippled closer to your skin upon the meet of the seams for a full body coverage. Over that you layered with the stunning bright yellow sleeveless hooded jacket, which had black wing designs across the back just like a yellow jacket’s.

Already close to squeaking a wiggle of your fingers had the suit bond together as one piece and then ripple out higher to coat your neck fully that would match the new mask laid in one of the trays you lifted and eased to snap into place over your face. Securely with the metal woven section that would weave between your usual braids to keep the mask in place unlike your current ribbon secured style you had to repaint soon anyways.

Using the booklet of instructions you learned to control the mask, so that if you wanted your mouth could be exposed to eat and drink, which had been a trouble when you had visited last. An X with your arms could tap into a full body shield for an attack in front of you, while on the wrists hidden blasters around the thick band design there would funnel the kinetic energy absorbed by any blow or gunfire and blast the suit would receive for another hidden tool to use enemy fire back against them. Across the back on the underside of the jacket was a hidden removable shield if you ever felt the desire to use one, identical in shape to Isaiah’s but etched in honeycomb and yellow jacket wing etchings. All the way through the book you read, down to how to have the whole suit hide back in the bracelets entirely to be stealthy in your getaway.

Based on your wish to be more modest compared to the pinup suits most of the female heroes wore in comics a belly panel disguised your bust. With zigzag patterns and honeycomb designs around a subtle two by two inch tall shimmering pale golden crown on the panel stretched from your collarbone to the v belt to cinch at your waist. Not baggy or in a poof but almost like a chest plate, seen only detached at the belly from the side with your jacket removed. Details with coloring to match the leaf accents on the sloped skirt panels under the jacket that hung from that belt to mid thigh where they connected to there that in the front facing slit worked as both pockets and cover for another set of holsters for more weapons to carry around more comfortably.

“I have so many pockets!” You said dipping your hands into the hidden pockets in the skirt panels bouncing from foot to foot making Eddie chuckle. Loudly you gasped at the slip of your hands into the front panels sides across your belly, “It’s a pouch!” In the dark with help of a few bees you snuck into and back out of your place again to Eddie’s. Many more pockets and holsters were down the inner flaps of your jacket you started to add your ridiculous supply of weapons to it and their usual spots across your legs and back while making use of the pockets for some more of your throwing wasp shaped daggers.

Off the table along the wall a unique ring sounded from your bee Buster. Who flew over and hovered in front of trying both of you as from its back two folded bars popped up to form the holographic screen between them to the light of its eyes in a bright green to show you were being displayed on the other end. Bees behind you formed a disguising barrier to hide Eddie’s apartment in case they would try to use the layout to find where you both lived. Venom when it flew over popped out to cover Eddie’s face to hide Eddie’s identity and you turned to see who was calling your private line from your short list of allies.

Shuri and her father’s faces popped up on the screen with a group of teen guards in training behind them, both who smiled widely at your elated squeak and statement in Xhosa of, “I love you guys so much! I’ve got so many pockets now!!”

T’Chaka laughed with his daughter and said, “Well after hearing your love of pockets we could not resist allowing Shuri to work her magic on the design.”

“Shuri I could just kiss you it’s more than I could have ever imagined!” You said giving yourself a hug making her chuckle again, “Huge virtual hug your way!”

“Thank you, and one for you as well.”

Her father asked, “We were also wondering. Did you get your box for your Mate?”

“Ooh, yes,” you said moving around the bee to grab your pouch that matched hers in a burnt orange box with a hazel button similarly hued to those of the guards behind her of the same age. The lot of you pressed your buttons to check if you were soul mates at the agreed upon thought shared when you had first met. “No pokes?”

“No,” rippled around the room and T’Chaka chuckled saying, “Fair start to the search for your young selves.” Then said, “And in consolation for not being there to offer our congratulations for your step into adulthood we have made certain to gift you a car as well.”

That had you gasp and say, “You did not get me a car!”

“The yellow keychain in the top tray.” Down you bent to collect the small box the size of a lemon you slid the top out to bring out the miniature car that you squeaked at the sight of the adorable miniature coupe sports car in a holographic pale gold and black paint scheme.

“Oh my gosh! I love it! I’m probably gonna be crushed by it but I love it!”

Shuri chuckled. She explained how to control the expansion features and explained where the miniature holographic run through of the safety features on the car including the vibranium exterior to match your suit. T’Chaka said in the conclusion of that, “For your efforts to aid the recovery of our endangered species and the depleted forests and growing grounds of our continent. Not to mention the try to aid in slavery of our brothers and sisters for cocoa bean farms and mines this pales in comparison. Yet it is what we are able to accumulate to offer in return. Perhaps when you visit us again we might be able to discover more to share.”

“Thank you, again, really.” You replied.

“And you are well after the alien invasion?”

“Oh ya, fractured a few bones and got blasted across the city. Still sore, but I’m good. Still don’t know what the two Princes from the planet of Asgard are up to. But I’ll figure that out soon enough I’m fairly close to their newest Avengers member I can weasel it out of him with a few loose questions.”

“Very good, well we shall let you enjoy your new suit, car, stun blaster and daggers. We shall pass on news of the Princes and invasion we had been monitoring online.”

“I have a blaster and daggers too?” You said in an excited squeak and dropped to the fold of the screen. They ended the call to let you search the open trays to find the giggle worthy sight of the taser like gun you put in the clear holster for it on your hip under the jacket that would recharge itself and fire out tiny charged pellets you could easily make more of by use of the diagram they sent you. Soon added by the spare daggers you added to the inner liner holsters of your jacket and across your back underneath it.

Much like Spider Man had his own official YouTube account you had yours and with a video once Venom helped braid your hair and you lit up you used to broadcast your new suit to spread the word. Keeping the source of which mum to. Crediting simply a friend in gratitude of your aid in a try to stop slavery for chocolate production, various mined goods, recovering animal and nature reserves. A gift that had Stark seething as he glared at the video on a play back on one of his holographic screens in his lab to discover what it might be made of and the spare layers and flaps could be hiding. Then got upset even more at seeing Spidey’s account complimenting the new outfit and saying he couldn’t wait to see it in action on one of your usual runs together.

From in front of you to its resting home again the hovering bee moved and chirped with glee to a second well earned bit of praise as you retracted the suit and mask containing all your weapons to easier later fold the old suit and armor into the trunk Eddie helped you to carry over to your apartment.

Inside his place again the dinner was the main focus of the time as he knew you had snuck a break to write names of the guards and Princes on your list of non-soulmates sure to stir upset when you later found yourself alone. He had a guess on why you couldn’t focus on that speech and why you threw so much attention into those rings. The change would be another loss of sorts. People who had fought to help you progress in life and shape your future would be less of a reoccurring influence, same as peers who would be harder to interact with as well during their continued time at Midtown with those their age. A painful in between sure to remind you of the last major losses in your life, your parents.

Thoughts on them were painful but as you had crossed into adulthood the aching need for them didn’t seem to wane and as you recalled the small bit of years you had with them you hoped they fared better in the afterlife than you had found yourself, even with your new armor to help protect you from whatever was coming. And now that aliens had dropped from the freaking sky that could be a whole hell of a lot.

“Come on, let’s celebrate with a film,” he said offering you a drink over the supply of food with hopes that nothing big would pop up tonight so that you could nod off and get plenty of sleep for school the next day for this final stretch to graduation.

Pt 10

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock #Venom #Peter Parker #Gwen Stacy #captain stacy #Rhodey #Ben Grimm #Wakanda #T'Challa #T'Chaka #Shuri #Queen Ramonda #New Suit #Raccoon #Marvel #Loki x oc

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Earth-21818 Anthology

Intro:A Sight For Sore Eyes

(Timeline:2008, right after the very last scene of What if...? S1E2)

The Lost Prince of Wakanda has found his way home, and King T'Chaka throws a feast to welcome his son. However, things quickly get complicated when an unwanted guest shows up, and with things threatening to come apart at the seams, can our legendary outlaw-prince make it out alive? Sibling bonding and diplomatic talks ahoy.

Pairings:None

Installment #1:The Ravagers Of Penzance

(Timeline:2008, after What If...? S1E9)

It's been two weeks since the defeat of Ego, and the Ravagers are living their best life, stealing from the rich to give to the poor.

One day, they are summoned by the Soopreme Leader of the Talokanil Federation Of Worlds, who displays a sudden interest in them and keeps on insisting that he is NOT evil, but everyone can't help but be suspicious of him. Thankfully, T'Challa, the one and only Star-Lord, is able to reach out to him and something beautiful forms between them, but will it last?

Meanwhile, the Sovereign, jealous of the ever-thriving Federation and determined to topple it, decide that they will do anything to do so, even resort to devious methods...

Expect wacky humor, thrilling action(not really, I suck at fight scenes), nail-biting suspense and an overabundance of singing, including that of Meat Loaf.

Pairings:T'Challa/Namor, Kraglin/Prince Yan, friendships abound

Installment #2:May The Odds Be In Our Favor

(Timeline:2008, concurrent with The Ravagers Of Penzance)

After a long time spent captive by the Collector, Thor Odinson is finally freed, but now he must fulfill a certain requirement to wield Mjolnir again, and he finds himself exiled on Earth, stripped of his powers.

Met with an elderly scientist, a happy-go-lucky young woman and a multitasking genius with a mind-blowing secret, Thor goes on a life-changing journey to retrieve his hammer and regain his worthiness, mending a lot of broken bonds in the process.

Pairings:Thor/Jane, Loki/Sigyn

Installment #3:Trial By Jury

(Timeline:2009, one year after TROP)

After the short-lived war between the Federation and the Sovereign, T'Challa and his Ravager family sets sail again, this time to rescue Mantis's brother Peter Quill from Korath's former boss, Ronan The Accuser. (ignoring how the entire incident was Korath's own fault)

Accompanied by Carol Danvers, a warrior who burns as bright as Earth's sun, they infiltrate Ronan's attack base on a remote planet but are things really as bad as they seem? We'll just have to read and find out.

Pairings:Nebula/Mantis, Quill/Ronan, Taserface/OC, background T'Challa/Namor

Installment #4:Fire Flower

(Timeline:2010, two years after MTOBIOF)

Erica Flora Grey (played by Keke Palmer) is the current host of the Phoenix Force and the defender of Earth, in these trying times. When the heroes that had been captured by the Collector return to Earth safe and sound, Nick Fury, her foster father, sees the perfect opportunity to have her join a team, especially since a splinter cell of the intergalactic terrorist organization known as the Black & White is seeking to conquer Earth.

With the Avengers Initiative in motion, Erica learns to work together with her new teammates, and finds love in the process.

Pairings:Carol Danvers/OC, Steve/Tony, Thor/Jane

Interlude #1:Invincible

(Timeline:2013, roughly during the events of Iron Man 3)

A long time ago, Tony Stark and Valentina Allegra De Fontaine had a love affair, and from that union was born a son, Stellar Stark. But not too long after, Valentina left, marrying Everett Ross instead, and dumped baby Stellar on his father's doorstep.

Now eleven, Stellar learns to navigate the world around him, as well as deal with suddenly having a buncha superpowered uncles and aunts...and powers of his own. A one-shot about the origins of the Stellar Stark character from Fire Flower.

Pairings:Carol/OC, Steve/Tony, Thor/Jane, Clint/Laura, Loki/Sigyn

Installment #5:An Avenger Patchwork

(Timeline:2014, one year after Invincible)

In one universe, the Maximoff twins and the Avengers started out on hostile terms.

This is not that universe.

One day, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff gather up enough courage to escape their captors all on their own and stow away on a boat to America, hoping that they'll start a new life there. Not too long after arriving on the so-called "land of dreams", the super-twins catch the attention of the Avengers, the resident superheroes, and become faced with a two-way path:Will the twins become part of the team, or possibly become their greatest enemies?

Pairings:Steve/Tony, Carol/OC, Thor/Jane, Clint/Laura, Loki/Sigyn

Installment #6:Speedball

(Timeline:2014, one month after AAP)

The multiverse can be a strange thing. Here, instead of following in her father's footsteps as a scholar of Egyptology, Layla El-Faouly is labeled a pariah, and ostracized by her family because of her belief in extraterrestrial life. Years later, the Black & White invasion of New York vindicates her beliefs, and she is called in.

Four years later, while continuing her study of the suit worn by Jered, the strike force leader that attacked New York, Layla comes into contact with the same source that gave him powers, and gains control over kinetic energy, which brings her into contact with the Avengers...and awakens something in her. Could this be fate?

Pairings:Pietro/Layla, Steve/Tony, Thor/Jane, Carol/OC, Loki/Sigyn

Installment #7:Destroy All Weenies

(Timeline:2015, one year after AAP)

After having a nightmare of the Avengers facing the Black & White main branch and getting defeated once and for all, Tony Stark decides to build a suit of armor around the world using Jered's scepter, despite everyone's assurances that he doesn't need to. But, hey, what could possibly go wrong?

When Tony's peacekeeping program goes rogue and forms an unlikely alliance with the cult leader the Avengers had been keeping an eye on, the team might find on their hands a greater threat than ever before...if only said alliance doesn't break apart due to infighting first. On top of that, Stellar believes that his AI "brother" still has some good inside him. Could he be right, or is it just the naivete of a child?

Pairings:Steve/Tony, Carol/OC, Thor/Jane, Loki/Sigyn, Pietro/Layla, Wanda/Vision, Clint/Laura

Installment #8:Live To Rise

(Timeline:2015, two weeks after DAW)

After unsuccessfully attempting to conquer the omniverse, Earth-21818's Kang has found himself back in his own universe, in the year 2015, and finds himself a pawn in a conspiracy much lesser than he.

Swept up in the power struggle between a young scientist, his mentor, and an ex-thief, and with a super-persistent personal enemy out to get him, Kang sets out to show the world that he's not down for the count. Not yet.

Pairings:Kang/Scott, Luis/OC

Installment #9:The Panther

(Timeline:2016, seven years after TBJ)

Crown Princess Shuri is the Black Panther, the legendary protector of Wakanda and the avatar of the goddess Bast. She's also the model of a warring warrior scientist, with a license to kill and the voice of an angel. While tracking stolen vibranium, she gets lost and receives help from a mystery woman in a sparkling gown.

As the two of them travel further down the lane, they become entangled in a bigger conspiracy than either of them expected. Now Shuri must stay alive, complete the mission, and prove to her enemies that the deadliest weapon of all is a little song and dance.

Pairings:Shuri/Monica Lynne, Nakia/OC, Ayo/Aneka

(Oh, and in case you don't know, Shuri is 24 here.) (Also Bast-21818 is an African cat lady version of Cynthia Houston from the Tin Can Brothers musical Spies Are Forever.)

Installment #10:Avenger Family Matters

(Timeline:2016, one year after DAW)

With a super-family that loves him, a colorful and bright school and a stable future as young hero-in-training Starbrand, fourteen-year-old Stellar Stark can't ask for anything more.

However, the launch of the Siwa Accords, a set of legal documents designed to regulate the activities of enhanced individuals, threatens to take everything away and what's worse, his own father supports them. Things get more complicated when three new adults and another teenager enter the picture...

Pairings:Steve/Tony, Carol/OC, Thor/Jane, Loki/Sigyn, Clint/Laura, Wanda/Vision, Pietro/Layla, Stephen/Christine, Shuri/Monica Lynne, friendships abound

Interlude #2:Stellar Homecoming

(Timeline:2016, three months after AFM)

With his dads away in India for their long overdue honeymoon, Stellar is once again left alone. To make matters worse, he gets a crush on a girl in his grade, his best friend Peni Parker has requested his help in taking down a supervillain called Vulture, and homecoming is just around the corner. Can he survive school life and hero work at the same time?

Pairings:Doreen Green/OC, Peni/Michelle Jones, Ned/Betty

Installment #11:Double Trouble

(Timeline:2017, one year after AFM)

Professor Charles Xavier wishes to meet Erica's new avenging pals, and invites them over to Krakoa for a feast, but the fun time of both teams come to a screeching halt when Magneto and his daughter Lorna discover there's an evil power to overthrow, and decide to contact Xavier about it.

Now the Avengers and the X-Men have to work together for the first time, and shenanigans ensue as the two teams attempt to harmonize. Also, who are those "Masters Of Evil", really?

Pairings:Carol/OC, Steve/Tony, Wolverine/Cyclops, Thor/Jane, Loki/Sigyn, Wanda/Vision, Pietro/Layla, Storm/Forge, background Cherik

Installment #12:Hell's Comin' With Me

(Timeline:2017, undefined)

The year is 2017. The United States have fallen into the clutches of AIM, led by Ezekiel Stane, and the Avengers are barely holding on. All this happened because, in his quest of atonement, Kang The Conqueror inadvertently provided the 21st Century generation with the means to time travel, and while plotting to undo the damage he did, he once again crosses paths with his former lover, Scott Lang AKA Ant-Man.

Soon enough, Kang finds the new world is worse off than he imagined, and with the help of Scott and old and new friends, he soon plans to show AIM that he has returned, and all hell followed with him.

Pairings:Kang/Scott, Luis/OC, Yelena/Ava

Installment #13:Calling Dr. Foster

(Timeline:2018, one year after DT)

After a long period of waiting, Thor finally decides to introduce the woman he loves to his extended family on Asgard. Jane hopes things do not end in disaster, as she believes herself unworthy of a god's love, not to mention that she's pretty formidable with electricity but her power pales in comparison to Thor's.

To cheer up her future daughter-in-law, Frigga decides to grant Jane godhood and commissions a special weapon from Nidavellir for her. But some divinities aren't happy with that decision, especially some of Omnipotence City's authorities. Can Jane survive the trials and tribulations of being a goddess, and get her happy ending?

Pairings:Thor/Jane, Loki/Sigyn, Bruce/Valkyrie

Installment #14:On His Excellency's Secret Service

(Timeline:2018, concurrent with CDF)

It's T'Challa's 14th time visiting the Talokanil Federation Of Worlds, and it would turn out just like other times...if not for the fact that Yutel, the most technologically advanced planet in the Federation, has been attacked by Black & White emissaries Blastaar and Una-Rogg, the latter being a Kree warrior...which spells trouble for the Federation AND the Kree Empire.

With the Federation, the Kree and the Black & White locked in a three-way war over the Aether, a substance of unlimited power, T'Challa struggles to keep his cool and tries to solve the problem on his own rather than enlist help from his loved ones. Can the legendary Star-Lord fix everything once again, or will he fail...for the first time in his life?

Pairings:T'Challa/Namor, Quill/Ronan, Mantis/Nebula, Kraglin/Prince Yan, Taserface/OC

Finale:...And Justice For All

(Timeline:2018, three days after OHESS)

Four remarkable people. Three stories to tell. Two warring factions. One last ride. Revengeance hits home.

It was a day, a day unlike any other when it happened. Earth, Asgard, Talokan and numerous other worlds unite for one final charge against the Black & White, to save the universe once and for all.

But as things unravel, the Avengers and their allies discover that the enemy leader is not what she seems to be, and that she started an interplanetary conflict all because of...Thanos?! What the hell is going on here? Get ready for the thrilling conclusion of the Earth-21818 saga!

Pairings:T'Challa/Namor, Carol/OC, Kang/Scott, Shuri/Monica Lynne, background pairings and friendships abound

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