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artaxerxesthegreat · 1 year

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Secrets and Trust

A/N: This is my first ‘song fic’, and boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions. Not sure why I wrote this, and I’ll probably delete it later, but for now I’ll share it with the masses. Please note, this is kind of sad and horribly written.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, reader is the middle sibling of T'Challa and Shuri, Song fic [Lift me up], not alpha/beta read, angst, a lot of angst, sadness, so much sadness, in universe death, BPWF spoilers, non-gender specific, one curse word, mild gaslighting (?), alludes to drowning, implied smut, T’Challa might be OOC, K’uk’ulkan might be OOC, family hurt, slice of life (?), enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers. Again(?), I used the original script for some parts

A/N2: If I missed anything, just let me know. I usually write WOC fics, so this is my first non-gendered fic, I hope I did alright.

A/N3: All rights to Ryan Coogler and everyone that helped him make this wonderful movie. Song credit to Rihanna and co.

K'uk'ulkan/Namor x POC!Sibling!Reader

“No matter what happens, I will always be with you.”

That’s what my brother said— that’s what he’s said since the day I was born. A promise he has kept, no matter what.

Lift me up

Hold me down

“Come, jump in! I will catch you, I promise!”

His smile— bright, shining, radiant, warm… full of mischievousness.

“You are lying, T’Challa!” I shout back, a smile ever present on my face.

“Aye, what are you talking about? I would never, scout's honor.” He salutes me, standing up straight, but I just shake my head.

“You have never been a boy scout, T’Challa!”

The river we were swimming in was full of joy and laughter.

My heart never felt so full.

Keep me close

Safe and sound

“It’s okay, it’s alright.” My brother holds me closely as the realization of our Baba’s death finally takes its toll on me. I was so strong for so long, fighting the pain I felt— being the emotional rock for our baby sister, but seeing his sarcophagus being taken from us to the Hall of the Kings, sent me over the edge.

I cried for days.

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me in the warmth of your love

When you depart, keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Are you alright?” T’Challa’s soft voice breaks the silence that I’ve been trying to hide in. When I don’t answer him, he turns me over to look at him. Tears, still running down my face, tell him all he needs to know. Wrapping me in a tight hug, he lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore.

It feels like hours go by before I finally speak.

“Is it really true?” My voice is hoarse, tears dried on my face.

“… It is.” His voice is as soft as ever.

“And you are sure there is no cure?”

He doesn’t answer right away, only sighs, staring up at the ceiling as we lay side-by-side. That’s all I need to know, I can feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes again.

But I fight them, clearing my throat, I ask the question that tips the scales.

“And you want me to keep it a secret?”

Now he looks at me, sadness in his eyes, regret in his body language.

“It is wrong for me to put such a burden on you, but mother and Shuri are not ready for this. They will never rest to fight this illness, and I will not live the rest of my days in a bed. I am the Black Panther— and I will be the Black Panther until I cannot. My duty is to my country, my people, and my family. One little illness— curable or not— will not change that fact.”

My lip quivers, as a tear rolls by, wiping it away fiercely I ask, “How… how long?”

“About a year.”

The tears all but gushed out my eyes as I hugged him tightly, all the jokes we’ve made about him losing weight, being the skinniest Black Panther to have ever lived. Even about M’Baku using him as a toothpick after he is done eating his vegetables, all came rushing back as the news of his illness hits me twice over.

“I am so sorry, my brother.”

“What for?” He pulls back with a confused smile.

“All the insensitive jokes we’ve made. They were wrong, uncalled-for, and I am sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His smile— as bright as the sun, as calm as the sea.

“… We only have a year?”

“Yes.”

Nodding my head, I look at him with conviction, “Then let’s make the most of it.”

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me close

“You should be resting!” I hiss at him, but he just smiles, leading me to a small house.

“There will be plenty of time for that, but first you must meet someone— someone important to me.” Again with that warm smile, I simply smile back as we walk into this unknown house, “What does a man have to do around here to be welcomed?”

“T’Challa, what are you—” I start to chide my brother, when the sound of running feet and a child’s voice interrupt me.

“Baba!”

A small boy runs into my brother’s arms, hugging him tightly. Shocked, I simply stare at the two, and when they look at me… it’s the same smile, the same eyes, the same warmth.

“Oh… T’Challa.”

Safe and sound

…“You said, ‘no matter what happens, you’ll always be with me’… but I can’t feel you anymore, brother. Your warmth is gone, your family is lost without you, your mother and baby sister are full of regret and guilt because of your secret. Your smile is gone, your soul is gone, and I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to go on, when you never told me what to do when you are gone?! How am I supposed to be strong?! That was you, I, I can’t do this on my own… I need help, T’Challa. Please, bring me a sign— a sign that tells me you are here with me, guiding and helping me. I beg you, brother, do not abandon me.”…

The cool night air hits me, making me shiver as my small fire has died down. I made my way to a secluded part of the river tribe, trying to understand why my brother did things the way he did; from keeping his illness a secret, to his son.

I know why, but… why?

Why have me keep all these secrets, why put that much faith and trust in me? Why leave me so soon? Why couldn’t we have more time?! Why was he taken from us?!

“WHY?!” My scream travels across the water, my knees give out as I sob on the shore.

Then there’s a sound.

Fluttering.

Bird wings…

“…what…” Looking up, I see the bird—well, it's not a bird. It’s a man… a man with wings on his ankles, “What…?”

I should be worried, I should be terrified, I should be calling for the Dora Milaje, but I don’t. I stare at this man, this otherworldly being, with confusion and wonder. Who is he? Where did he come from? — He’s wet, did he swim here? Is he a fish? —A fish with wings? Are there others like him? Is he alone? Why are his clothes so ancient looking?

Then he laughs.

Realization sets in, I’ve said all this out loud.

Embarrassment takes hold of me, I cast my eyes to the sand beneath me, “I am sorry, stranger.”

“You are not at fault, Querido.” (Dear one) His voice is a calm baritone, his eyes as dark as onyx, his smile… as radiant as the sun.

Awestruck, I simply stare up at his man. His smile widens, and I have to look away, remembering myself.

“I’m sorry.” Bashful, I cover my face.

“Again, you did nothing wrong.”

A sense of peace fills my spirit, one I haven’t felt in a long time; all thanks to this stranger, I finally feel safe.

Drowning in an endless sea

Take some time and stay with me

Keep me in the strength of your arms

Keep me safe

“Really?! Threats! That’s how you introduce yourself to my mother, are you crazy?!” My voice echoes off of the cave walls. I know full well that Attuma and Namora are standing right outside his hut, but I couldn't care less, “My mother, my sister– hell, even the council are losing their minds on what to do about you!”

He had been silent the whole time I was ranting— a good 5 minutes— but at the mention of the council, his eyes burn.

“My instructions were simple.” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that angers me further, “This proves that Wakanda cannot be trusted.”

“Trust?!” My anger spills over, “How can you speak of trust when YOU threatened MY family, and my country?! How can you sit here, in your hidden little hut, painting your little pictures, living in your perfect little world when you barely give my family time to process the existence of a whole civilization living underwater?! You speak of trust, but show none— you haven’t given us a reason to trust you?!”

Not missing a bit, he replies, “Have I not trusted you? Did I not bring you here, to my people, my kingdom, my home— treated you with the utmost respect, deserving of a god, sheltered you when you needed an escape from your ‘home’? Tell me, In yakunaj.” (My love)

I see red, “This coming from the man who still has not told me his name.”

“I have told you—”

“—No,” I hold up my finger, stopping any more words from falling from his lips, “No, you told me what your people call you, what your enemies call, but never have you told me what your friends call you— what your mother called you.”

My voice grows soft towards the end, but where I’ve calmed down, he’s picked up; a blind man can see the anger in his face. I’ve stepped too far over the line, and the caves are quiet, too quiet. No one says anything, no one breathes too loudly. As time stretches on, it dawns on me that I was never meant to know his name.

Casting my eyes to the ground, I nod in understanding, walking to the hut opening. Looking over my shoulder, I hold my head up high, fighting tears.

“I’m sorry.”

This time, he didn’t forgive me, this time he didn’t stop me.

This time he didn’t save me.

Safe and sound

… Sirens, singing, floods, screams, pain, panic, death— all of it surrounds me, all of it chases me.

There is no escaping it.

No Black Panther.

No warriors.

No winged god to take me away.

Just fear, snaking round my throat, closing tightly around me until I can’t breathe.

Right when I think I’m going to pass out from the shock of it all, he shows up.

Still as breathtaking as the day I met him— still as deadly.

And his eyes.

Vengeance, revenge and… regret…?

My mother stands tall, Riri is scared, I… I don’t know what to feel.

… Water, screams, broken glass, cold water, no air… it’s too much

And yet.

Not enough…

… Opening my eyes, I cough, spitting out copious amounts of water. It burns so much, my eyes are stinging, my ears are ringing. I hear Shuri screaming, but I’m too dazed to process it; until my vision clears, landing on our mother.

“You did this!”

“It could have been different.”

“Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.”

…

“Where are you, T’Challa?”

…

Lift me up

Hold me down

Keep me safe

Safe and sound

“Wakanda only needs one Black Panther, and you made it, Shuri.” My sister looks at me shocked, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have this, you take it.”

“But… but how can I be… You are next in line.”

“And as the next in line, I am telling you to take the herb, take up the mantle of the Black Panther, protect our people because I cannot.” Fighting tears, I push the herb in her hands closer to her, “There is too much— too much you do not know, and I cannot with good conscience take this herb. Please, sister, do not make me take it.”

Shuri can see how difficult this is for me, and nods, assuring me that she will do her best.

“That is all I ask for, my dear sister.”

Burning in a hopeless dream

Hold me when you go to sleep

Keep me safe

We need light, we need love

The sound of the battlefield was all I could hear; that and the pumping of my blood in my ears. I’ve always known the Talokanil were skilled fighters, but never did I think I’d be fighting against them. Many I’ve clashed my blade with were friends of mine, but in war, there are none.

We are enemies… oh how I wish it were different. This is not how it should be.

Then my sister’s Sunbird comes by, her helmet is off, her stance is strong.

And next to her… is him.

“Talokan, retírar a! Volvamos tin wotoch. K ba'ate'lo' waye' ts'o'ok u beetik.” (Talokan, stand down! Let us return home. Our fight here is done.)

A feeling of relief washes over me, I look at my sister as she salutes us, “WAKANDA FOREVER!”

“WAKANDA FOREVER!!” We echo back victorious. Our enemies— no, our new allies make their way back home, and I’m left feeling empty. Their king is the last to leave, our eyes never meeting, words never exchanged. My sister knows something is wrong, even when we get back home.

Then I tell her.

I tell her everything.

From T’Challa’s secrets, to my affair with the underwater king.

She leaves… angry, confused, sad, and feeling very much alone.

I thought it best that I leave Wakanda for a bit, but where would I go? My life is here, and yet… it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

Nakia offered me a room in her house in Haiti, but I couldn’t go there, not while my sister is clearing her head there.

So I begin walking along the riverbank, I watch the sunset, feeling a rush of emotions— good and bad.

…“Brother…” My eyes are closed as I feel a breeze blow by, “Thank you. Thank you for your protection, your love, and for keeping your word… I was too focused on my anger and pain to realize that you were here the whole time. You have guided me, challenged me, and made me strong— stronger than I could ever imagine, and for that I thank you.”

Sitting down in the sand, I dig my toes in it, drawing nonsensical patterns, “My days seemed so grim and dark without you here, but I finally am starting to feel the sun again. It’s light, finally making these bones warm again… I do hope you forgive me for telling Shuri everything, she was less than pleased, and rightfully so. I wish you could have met… him, though. If you were here, there may not have been a war to begin with… I miss you, T’Challa, and I miss him.”

Bringing my knees to my chest, I cry.

I’ve been doing so much of that lately, it’s annoying, it makes me angry— it makes me feel weak.

And yet I cannot stop.

I’ve heard that crying is supposed to be therapeutic, that it makes you feel better afterward, but I only feel sad and foolish.

Only my brother wiping away my tears, telling me everything is going to be alright made me feel better, but he isn’t here anymore.

So I cry more.

“I-I know… I have to move on, I have to let you go but—” The warmth of the sun is gone, and back is the darkness that has had a hold on me creeps in, “I need help, I need strength… and forgiveness.”

…

“You have done nothing that requires forgiveness, Ch'ujuk.” (Sweet one)

My head snaps up at the voice, the voice I’ve heard more times than I should have. The voice that made me cry with laughter, and cry with anger and hate.

He sits next to me, staring out at the water; his clothes are that of a poor man, bandage on his foot from where my sister clipped him.

“My, how the mighty have fallen…” I couldn't help myself, and he doesn’t say anything. Just glances at me, giving me a weak laugh, “… I’m—”

“I swear, if you apologize one more time, I—” Now he turns to me, annoyance in his features as I snap back, because I want him to finish his sentence.

“—You’ll what, fishman?”

A challenge is what I’ve presented him with, one he’s faced many times before, all ending the same way.

Me beneath him, in the best of ways… but that was before.

Now we stare at each other, debating on what to do next. Do we give in? Do we act as if that war from a few weeks ago never happened? The words that were said… the actions, and consequences of those actions.

No.

It won’t ever be the same.

And it will only get harder.

“… I should have listened to you.” His voice and words catch me off guard, “There was a better way to make myself known to your people and your family. It never should have gotten that far, and I…”

I watch him closely, waiting to hear the words, so I can tell him to fuck off and dry out on a beach somewhere, but as the seconds tick on it gets suffocating.

Tears are in his eyes, “I am sorry, U Majestad (Your majesty). I was scared, rash, and reckless. I should have consulted you— shown you trust…”

lift me up in your arms

“It doesn’t matter now, does it… Namor?”

The pain etched on his face at the use of that name riddles me with guilt. But he deserves it, and he knows it.

(Hold me down) I need love, I need love, I need love

Lifting an arm out to me, he watches me with bated breath, hoping I’ll accept his side hug.

And against my better judgment, I do.

(Keep me close) hold me, hold me

Warmth, safety, sunshine— sunrise and sunset.

(Safe and sound) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

More tears. More crying.

But this time… comfort.

(Lift me up) hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

“You can hate me for all eternity. I deserve that, and more— but please… do not call me that name.”

I nod, trying not to sob uncontrollably, “What should I—”

I’m silenced with a kiss, a soft one that turns mournful and needy rather quickly. He kisses the air out of my lungs, and I have to push him back to take a much-needed breath.

A sound of discontent leaves him, but he kisses the tip of my nose, resting his forehead against mine.

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

(Hold me down) hold me, hold me

“What?” I say breathlessly.

“My name.” He runs his thumb across my cheek, “Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

I place my hand over his, pull my head back, staring at him, completely beside myself. After a year of being with him, telling him my heart's desires, my hopes and dreams, never did I think I’d hear him tell me his name.

His name.

Smiling, tears run down my face again as I hug and kiss him.

“I like it…”

His smile is bashful, warm and inviting. Leaning in to kiss him again, I whisper.

(Keep me safe) we need light, we need love

“Ch’ah Toh Almehen.”

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The end (Horrible, I know)

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aokoaoi · 1 year

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𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

pairings : big sister!shuri x fem!reader x big brother!t'challa

warnings : ooc characters(?).

authors note : this is not a ship fanfic. everything is completely platonic, just pure sibling relationship<3.

GROWING UP !

— you were only 2 years younger than shuri, so of course, it wasn't difficult for you two to get along.

— compared to your sister, you didn't have very strong ambitions. But even so, you were taught how to rule a nation by your mother when you were younger, and when you were prepared enough, she took you to train to be a Dora Milaje member.

— you were a fairly calm and obedient child back then, and even since you grew into a fine woman.

— you didn't have an interest in fighting whatsoever, but it did cross your mind that you'd end up needing the skills to fight. But you didn't complain and go against your mother.

— there weren't that much things that interested you as a kid. Your sister and brother often picked on you(playfully) for it.

— shuri even tried to get you to be interested in her ambitions, saying that it's 'fun' and 'an opportunity to learn something new'.

— you weren't adventurous, smart like shuri, nor would you be strong like t-challa. Sometimes, as you grew older, you think if you could've done something more than just train to be in an elite group. But despite those, something sparked inside you and motivated you to be the strongest amongst all the members of the Dora Milaje.

BONDING WITH SHURI !

some big brother t'challa scenes<3

— it's awfully loud when there's two of you in the same room. Like seriously, it's just filled with Shuri laughing at your jokes. Everyone sees you as 'the calmer one of the siblings' but boy.. when you're with those 'siblings' its like someone released a whole mammal out their cage.

— despite not understanding half she's saying, you still go visit shuri in her lab to keep her company. She's just yapping to you about what she's doing, while you just nodded, pretending like you understood what the hell she's saying.

• "(name)? Are you listening or no?"

• "I am. But I don't understand."

• "It's fine, at least you're listening."

— whenever her brother is doing something, or is busy, you'd be the one training her some fighting abilities. You aren't as skilled like your brother, goodness no, he's the black panther for Pete's sake, but you are strong. Somewhat.

— shuri always supports and cheers for you whenever you're about to go to your training. Boy, the proudness she felt when she was told that you were slowly beginning to be more skilled the passing days. She's not lying, Okoye said it herself.

— tackles you in hugs almost everytime she's overly enthusiastic to see you.

• "Stop that. You act like our rooms aren't next to eachother."

• "I missed you!"

• "we see eachother everyday!"

— okay but listen to this. The over protectiveness that randomly summoned inside her when she heard that you were getting marriage proposals.

"atrocious!" You and your mother deadpanned at her reaction, side eyeing eachother blankly. "(name), whatever you must do, do not even look at those proposals, okay?!"

— yeah it was a wild experience.

— besides that, shuri is a great sister. She loves you but literally acts like she's the youngest. Seriously, you mightve heard that she's older and you're younger, but when you see these two and know the personally, you'll end up doubting yourself.

— even your own brother said it himself.

• "Shuri, stop clinging onto your sister like a wild monkey climbing up a tree."

• "What?"

• "brother said to stop climbing me like you're a monkey."

— ooh, have I mentioned that you're a great dancer? If not, you're a very great dancer! Dora Milaje members are probably all great dancers if you must say so yourself.

— growing up, shuri was probably your favorite person who ever walked the soil of earth. And then your brother follows right behind her, and then your parents, and then—

— when it's the three of you combined, it's like the whole definition of the word 'chaos'. In the end of the day, T'challa is tired as hell, Shuri went to drain more of her energy in her lab work, and you? Already fell asleep.

— despite being a whole menace the three of you were, mama Ramonda and papa T'chaka were proud of what you three have achieved.

i am very tired<\3 still figuring out my layouts for headcanon posts, so this one is kind of messy rnn. this is also my first time writing about sibling relationships, especially in readers pov so I'm sorry if it's cringey oml😭

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xblackreader · 11 months

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M'baku: So are you two dating now?

Okoye & Attuma: Yes.

M'baku: Why?

Okoye: I happen to find Attuma very appealing.

M'baku: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Attuma.

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aintinacage · 1 year

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#siblings

#marvel #mcu #black panther #chadwick boseman #black Panther cast #black Panther behind the scenes #black Panther bts #letitia wright #shuri #tchalla #siblings

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idk-bruh-20 · 2 years

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If Peter Parker and Morgan Stark got to grow up as legit siblings they would have the EXACT same dynamic as T'Challa and Shuri in Black Panther send tweet

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bestsiblingstournament · 11 months

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T'Challa & Shuri VS Lucy & Susan

Part B, Round 4, Match-Up 2

T'Challa & Shuri have so far defeated Isabella, Mirabel & Luisa, the brothers Grimm, and Zack & Ivy (Carmen Sandiego)

Lucy & Susan have so far defeated Alvin, Simon & Theodore (Alvin & the Chipmunks), Agnes, Margo & Edith (Dispicable Me), and Harper & Cullen Row (Gotham Knights)

#best siblings tournament #polls #poll #mcu #tchalla #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #the black panther #black panther 2 #wakanda forever #shuri #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy and susan

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ctrlsznwrites · 1 year

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to wakanda

summary. after not hearing from her older brother for months, she has a few visitors at her doorstep. pairing. erik 'killmonger' stevens x aniya stevens [sibling!oc] author's note. i'm redoing this series to update it, so show me some love and hopefully i can get some new material out soon. word count. 1.23k

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Aniya was sitting in her apartment on a hot summer night in Oakland, watching the first reruns of Chicago Med. Her mind hadn’t been at rest since the last time she heard form her brother after he killed Claw before making his way to Wakanda. Letting out a deep sigh she continued to focus on the tv show while eating her ice cream. When the drink she had on her coffee stable started to shake, sitting up from her previous position. Reaching for the remote, she muted the television trying to pay close attention to the sounds from outside her apartment.

Moving quietly, she set her ice cream down on the coffee table, when there was a knock at her door. Cursing under her breathe she quickly got the gun she keeps taped under her coffee table, making her way to the door. Aniya cocked the gun taking a deep breathe before opening the door to only be met with the Dora Milaje.

Much to her dismay, she fixed her glasses on her face before pulling her lower lips to show her mark before letting the women in. Soon enough the Black Panther followed behind them, Aniya watched as the five people made their way into her home judging her surroundings. She quickly checked the hall one last time before closing the door and locking it.

“Just give me on moment, I’m gonna put this away and we can talk about why you’re here and how you even know I exist.” Walking away before anyone could answer.

Aniya’s mind was racing as she packed away her gun, how they found her. Was it because of Erik? Was he okay? And why after all this time are they just now coming to see her? What could have happened to warrant this surprise and completely unwelcome visit.

Making her way form her coat closet in the hallway of her unit, she made her way back into the living room to see the Dora standing around her cousin who was sitting on her couch. An unpleased scuff left her mouth as she took in the whole scene in front of her.

“Excuse me your highness, I don’t know how they raised you where your from. But you speak before you take a seat in someone’s home here.” She spoke abruptly sitting across from him.

T’Challa’s face morphed into one of shock standing quickly not wanting to make this difficult trip any worse. This caused Aniya to chuckle before extending her hand for him to sit again.

“Now, what do I owe this pleasure to? Came to make nice with the traitors other love child?” T’Challa could not only hear the sarcasm that dripped from her voice but also the hurt.

“N’Jadka has requested you presence in Wakanda, he only recently made us aware of you.”

Aniya let out a chuckle of disbelief before looking him up and down. “So, let me just make this make sense for me, just bear with me please. After not hearing from the only living relative I have left, for five almost six months. He all of a sudden wants me to just drop everything I have going for myself to join him in the country to which killed me father? He can kiss my ass, and I mean that.”

Sitting back on her seat for a moment, she bit her lip trying to keep the tears at bay realizing there has to be a reason as to why it took him so long to reach out to her. And there is a reason he wants her to be with him.

Rubbing her hands up and down her face to dry her tears before trying to make sense of everything. “Alright, I’ll go but first tell me why after five months reached out for me now. And not when he got there? What happened?”

T’Challa watched as he saw the resolve of his little cousin break, seeing that she felt as if she was abandoned by her family, especially the only family she knew personally. His heart hurt for everything she went through the last few months, knowing what her brother did and the reason why she feels the way she does.

“Well for starters his entrance into Wakanda…” T’Challa went on to tell Aniya about what happened once her older brother made his way into Wakanda. As he told her about Erik dying and being revived she fell into complete hysterics knowing that once he woke up he didn’t have family with him.

Along with the fact that he could’ve been dead forever and she wouldn’t have known, not being able to put his body to rest. Learning about everything he went through and that he was willing to leave her by herself just didn’t sit right with her. It honestly broke her spirit in a way she didn’t even expect.

Aniya let out a sigh as she moved her hands up and down her face. “So, did you know about me after he was hospitalized, or did he tell you after he woke up?”

“We found out about you after he was hospitalized, but before we could reach out to you he woke up and wanted for you to be there when he was ready.”

Aniya nodded clasping her hands open and closed in anger that her brother didn’t want her to be there for him. “Give me an hour and I’ll be ready.” Getting up she took her almost now melted ice cream, putting it in the freezer.

As she walked to her room grabbed her suitcase, while picking out clothes she saw her reflection in her mirror. Her hand went to her necklace, it was the only thing she had of her mother. It was a necklace her father gave her before he died, and her mother gave her the necklace before she died 15 years ago.

Sniffling she looked away and continued to pack trying not to think about the fact that Erik was willing to leave her alone in this world knowing he was the only real family she had. They had gone through everything together and she didn’t even know the real reason he went to Wakanda.

“I swear to god when I see that nigga it’s on sight.” She mumbled to herself as she finished zipping up her bag.

Slipping on a pair of vans, she grabbed a few more things before making her way to the front where her three unexpected guests were. Nodding, she signaled she was ready to go. They continued their way to the roof after she had locked up her apartment.

They all boarded the aircraft where there was a beyond awkward silence. Looking around she saw how advanced everything was and now she understood why her father betrayed his country. They got to live in a utopia without worrying while her people were dying for just existing. She scuffed feeling this bubble of anger sit in her chest that she had to deal with her best friend being shot in front of her while her cousins didn’t have to worry about living to see the next day.

“Is something wrong?” A Dora asked looking over her shoulder.

Aniya shook her head no, deciding she didn’t trust herself not to snap at the older woman. Closing her eyes, she leaned into her seat trying to relax, she was finally going to Wakanda.

#erik killmonger x sibling!reader #aniyastevens:sznocs #black!reader #fem!black!reader #black panther fic #erik steven #sznwrites:series #sznwrites #sznseries:stevenstories #sibling fic #erik steven fic #njadka udaku fic

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nedsseveredhead · 1 year

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im getting a cat tomorrow after workkkk

#cryp txt #maybe two #its between this big black panther of a cat or siblings

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herrscherofsentence · 2 years

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Everyone deserves a second chance, right?..even family?

Summary; Your Bucky’s younger brother, you hadn’t many memories of how he was because he died a couple years ago. But then everything goes black after seeing the Winter Soldier in your home, and waking up in a very different place.

The reader is male but its mainly you/yours being used most of the time :)

The year was 1961, a very interesting year for many you in particular, a tape you had decided to watch was of your older brother. You hadn’t much memories of him as he was alive sometime in the 40’s, you here at the age of sixteen was forced to sit in silence, the small building you were in was obviously small but good enough for one person. You had been raised from person to person, now unfortunately you were by yourself, all alone, honestly you wished you could be with your late brother, Howard Stark was still alive so why couldn’t your brother be? You silently cried to yourself, there was many people who trusted you for being related to Sargent Barnes, others who didn’t just because you were related to him. You had little money and that meant not much food, a job you had didn’t pay much but it kept a roof over your head. The tape you had been watching ended and you took out the tape, so now it was the start of your shift. You hadn’t realized the time and you were unfortunately late, again, when you finally got to work your boss had yelled at you at the fact you were late once again and if you were late again, you would be fired. Your day kept going downhill, left and right complains about how you were going too slow or the tea tasted bad. Now was just your luck, the table who was waiting to start ordering no other has Howard Stark and his wife. “Apologies for the wait, we are quite busy,” you said, tiredly. “What would you like to drink?.any ideas of what you want to eat?” you said, holding a small notebook getting ready to write the couple’s order down. The couple had ordered two top sirloin steaks with two cups of red wine, a couple minutes went by and so you came back with the couple’s food. “Um..Mr. Stark, apologies for possibly ruining the moment but back during the war, you knew my brother?..Bucky? or rather James Barnes. Uhm..sorry..thats..- actually nevermind..” you said looking go the side before Howard had replied with, “No, its fine, I’m very sorry for your lost. Perhaps visit sometime?” He gave you a business card, you nodded with a small ‘thank you.’ The rest of the night seemed to have gone off without a hitch, you might’ve only gotten a $5 tip but at least you may actually receive answers on your brother. Your shift was finally over and it was the dead of night, a cool breeze welcomed you as you got home, just to see the door was opened now is when you started to get scared because of the possibility of someone breaking in. You stepped inside, the atmosphere of your home was different than what it usually is, you saw some kind of figure sitting down in a chair near the kitchen table. “Hey..? Your not supposed to be here..” you said, slowly going towards the light then turning it on “Sir..?” you started walking slowly towards the man, grabbing a small kitchen knife. “Sir please, you need to leave,” the man did say something to you but you couldn’t understand it as he spoke in Russian. Then it hit you, the man looked like him, “Brother..? How? I..I thought you were dead,” you studded a bit. The man got up, walking towards you, “It’s me..! Your brother, [name] Barnes..!” fear seemed to overwhelm you, the last thing you saw was his metal arm going towards you before everything went black.

Location-???

You had woken up again but it wasn’t for long, you were strapped to a table, someone put a injection into your arm, which was promptly knocking you back out, Yet again you woke up just before you were put on ice, you made a struggle but it was put in vein as you were shoved into some kind of machine and froze.

Location-Wakanda

Your eyes widened as you woke up once again, you were alive? But you were also somewhere you didn’t recognize. You picked yourself up, it seemed you were in a lab, but it wasn’t like the one you had been in,if that was even a lab, your eyes met a young woman, she could be older than you, but even maybe around the same age. “Uhm..Excuse me..? Where- Where am I? Am I dead??” You panicked slightly, “You are not, but you’ve been asleep for almost 58 years.” The young woman said, “Tell me, do you remember your name?” She said, “It’s, It’s [name] barnes..? Yours?,”

“Shuri. There’s someone who wants to see you, well? come on” Shuri said, you quickly nodded, following her.

Your breathing started up quickly when seeing your brother, you started to remember what you thought was him did to you. “Are..Are..” your words never came out, fear overfilling you again, “Hey, Hey, [name] calm down, its me Bucky” he softly put his hand on your shoulder. “I remember you being smaller” he remarked, “Its really you this time?.” You smiled a bit, slowly putting your arms around him, bits of fear still lurking, but in anyway you pulled him into a hug. “Brother..I thought I lost you..” you sobbed a bit. In all honesty your just happy you have a family again though now that your actually alive, perhaps there is such a thing as a second chance for family. But now there was so much you had to figure out now that it was no longer 1961.

Bonus;

•You haven’t left your brother alone since you saw him again, but once you left Wakanda, to see Howard and you found out he died thats when you met Tony. :p

•You ended up going to the school Peter goes to, which was different, very different.

•you either spend the majority of your time with Bucky or Steve.

Bucky because, he’s your brother you haven’t seen in years and want to see how he’s doing. But your mainly with Bucky, when your with Steve its honestly just because he was your brother’s best friend, but when Steve died, you were obviously detested so yea you mainly spend time with Bucky. Sometimes spending time with Peter

Not my gif!

i wanna know what else Bucky’s metal arm can do lmao

#bucky imagine #platonic #siblings #marvel #mcu #bucky x male reader #bucky barnes #black panther #Wakanda #winter soldier #White wolf #sibling reader #younger brother #platonic they r siblings

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empress-pug · 2 years

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Can you do headcannons and a short scenario(at the end) with Ahin Grace x little sister reader, I can just imagine him being that kind of brother who teases you so much(imagine if you had a crush💀) but is also sweet and caring at the same time and spoils you A LOT

Its okay if you dont want to do it that's understandable and dont feel pressured too I know the feeling of those seemingly unending homeworks I just finished my projects and we have exams in 2 days helpp😭😭

A/N: Sameee we had 11 pages of Spanish homework and then my teacher gave us a POP QUIZ LIKE PLEASE GIVE ME A BRRAK 😭

Ahin Grace x younger sister!reader is now reading the PLATONIC FLUFF ballroom…

SYPNOSIS: General Ahin Grace with a younger sister headcannons and imagine

CONTENT WARNINGS: Ahin Grace

Good luck having him as a brother

Hee care for you everyday, making sure you’re healthy no one’s bothering you BUT

HE TEASES YOU EVER DAY OMG

Like something you did years ago, “Hey remeber that one thing you did 3 years ago?”

He also interrogated your crushes, like background searches- seeing if they could support and love you

SPEAKING ANOUT CRUSHES

you know those people in school who say they’ll tell on you and raise their hand, and when the teacher calls on them they say they want to go to the bathroom

YEAH HES THE SAME BUT WITH YOURE CRUSH

Like, oh I’m gonna tell (crushes name) you like them, and when he goes and talks to your crush he’s like- the weathers nice isn’t it????

Like me personally I wouldn’t let it slide

During arguments he’s really petty, like when you try to talk to him- “I think I hear a fly? I’ll have to call Evelyn to send it away.”

Keeps 6 feet distance, but then Vivis like you shouldn’t be a bad example

So he hesitantly comes and works out a solution

Imagine if you’re sick- Like hed be extra nice with you, have you seen him with russel???

That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you or anything 💀

“Imagine getting sick,”, “I didn’t know I had such a weak sister, I feel so bad!”, “Seeing my sister in pain- is so heart breaking…”

If he isn’t there to protect you then he definetly sends Evelyn or ash to be with you- he isn’t underestimating your strengths but it’s better safe than sorry

If you speak with rune a lot that you start having runes ‘stench’ he’ll literally turn the world upside down- and if he ever sees you guys speaking a lot to the point where you ‘have left this poor black panther in the dust’ his words youll be able to feel his eyes burning in the back of your head while you speak to rune

I feel like he would spoil you a lot, cute accessories dresses- swords if you like that, books anything you want. If he sees you staring or talking about something for a long time and you don’t have it- then don’t worry he’ll buy it in bulk just for you

Teasing aside he’s really sweet and caring- especially if he sees you crying or in distress. Like he’ll give you advice and if you don’t want to hear anything from him and just want him to be there with you then don’t worry he’ll stay with you the entire time. Gently stroking you head.

And if anyone even dared to make you cry- then you know this man will ruin them. Either wipe them from the face of that planet or just tarnish them and their family name.

But if you’re moody because it’s that time of the month- then I don’t know what to tell you. I feel like he’s know about it, but not too much about it. Better fetch Vivi or someone else for this job, but kudos to him for trying!!!!!

Insults are thrown every day

“Vivi are you sure you want Ahin? He’s kinda…”

“[name],should we go to the salon? Though I doubt they’d able to fix that..”

“I thought this party was only for good looking people? You stuck out like a sore thumb Ahin.”

“Why are you investigating my crush????”, “because I they need to know what mess they’re getting with.”

“Do you think they’ll like my dress?”, “if they can ignore youre odd behavior then they surely won’t mind how you look like.”

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Being favored by Ahin Grace publically was a great feat, everyone knew how much he cared for you. Sending you luxury goods, having guards to protect you- caring for you himself when you were sick. Only a blind fool wouldn’t know how he held his dear sister closely.

So when people heard you had a crush, an abundance of variety of theories on how Ahin was gonna react arose and somewhat dominated the newspaper, theories about his reaction almost always rose up to the gossip talks of the ladies.

Some ideas was that he was gonna accept your crush without a care in mind, another was that he was gonna wipe said crush from the face of the planet and last but not least was that he was gonna not wipe your crush from the planet but he was instead going to humiliate them and the crushes family.

What Ahin did was a mixture of the first most popular theories, accept your crush and wipe him from the face of the planet.

He accepted your crush without hesitation to the public eye, but behind the scenes was a completely different thing. He looked at how your crush was, if he found a devastating fault he would surely inform you.

But he didn’t, with a sigh of relief that escaped his throat. But he knew if your crush weeks before you even informed him, he is an observer after all.

—-

“Have you seen that brooch? It’s spectacular!” You murmured, and not even a second later Ahin snapped his hands it seemed that at that moment vendors of all sorts of places came and offered brooch’s for you to look at.

You stood there wide-eyes, although this has happened a few times it never failed to surprise you. He always cared for you even throwing a few teasing remarks your way. Whether you were sick or the healthiest person in the world, he always protected you not sparing even a single worry for his dear sister.

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Ahin and you are a bit strange to the naked eye, constantly belittling each other but when someone else belittles either of you. Things start to go downhill for however insulted you or Ahin.

You were sitting down as one of your maids did your hair, Ahin and you bickering like always. “Get out, I have to get my hair done!” You held a brooch by your drawer with a death grip, as Ahin kept doing Ahin things. “That poor maid will have a lot to do if you want that hair to be somewhat decent.” You swore you could feel a vein pop out of your head.

You and Ahin heard the new maid snicker, “I agree, I thought the young mistress was supposed to be pretty as the rumors say.” Long story short, the maid disappeared. :D

I’m not sure how to feel about the imagine or the headcannons so if you want me to change something please tell me 😭

#Ahin #Ahin Grace #platonic #a symbiotic relationship between a rabbit and a black panther #little rabbit and the big bad leopard #younger sister #x reader #fluff #headcannons #imagine #siblings #self insert #female reader #Manwha #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Manwhas #༊*·˚Other #₊˚ପ⊹ [username]#₊˚ପ⊹ replied

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