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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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6rookie-writer0110 · 9 months

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Short Nights & Stars

Storm x Female Reader/daughter x T'challa

Request: Hey there! May I have a request of a reader being the daughter of storm and tchalla who’s powers is to control elements?

Your parents are pushing you hard on your training. They always remind you that, the fights will never be easy or fair. You managed to use your powers to break the ground, it would make them lose their balance. Your eyes would change white when you use your powers. The idea was good but they managed to get to you.

“Y/n, you have to be faster,” T'Challa said.

He had his claws aimed at your face and you are breathing hard. But he moved away to give you space and your mom was in the sky looking down at you two.

“Your father is right,” Storm said.

She lands on the ground and you thought that you would win.

“I thought my plan was perfect,” You said.

“No plan is ever perfect. Let's take a break then we would go again” Storm said.

“Okay, mom,” You said.

You would train with them in a private room. The technology can change into any scenery and it can rain inside the room.

“Are you okay? You seem off” T'Challa said.

“I’m fine, just tired from training,” You said.

“Remember to stay hydrated,” Storm said.

“I know,” You said.

Everyone assumes that you have to be a perfect hero. And you feel the pressure even more when you are around your parents.

Storm and T'Challa are alone, in the laboratory.

“I’m worried about our daughter,” Storm said.

“About what?” T'Challa asked.

“She seems off and she is different,” Storm said.

“Storm, she is growing more of course she would be different. Every young person like her would have a hard time controlling their powers, just give her time” T'Challa said.

“I think you are right. But she has been getting better at moving faster” Storm said.

“Yes, she has been getting faster. We should give her the night off from training” T'Challa said.

“Yes, I agree,” Storm said.

Storm and T'Challa start to design the suit with Shuri. Storm and Shuri start to pick the colors while T'Challa makes sure has the right technology to protect you during battles.

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It's late and you sneak out of your bedroom, through the window. You are happy to see your friends Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova. Kate hugged you and Yelena isn't a hugger.

“Wow, I can't believe we are in Wakanda” Kate smiled.

“Kate, wouldn't shut up about it,” Yelena said.

“I’m glad you two are here” You smiled.

“Yeah! What should we do first?!” Kate excitedly said.

You were going to show them around but that didn't happen. Okoye was guarding then she assume they were going to attack you. She jumped down and used her spear to attack Yelena, but Yelena managed to move out of the way.

“Who the hell are you?” Yelena asked.

Yelena takes out her hidden blade and starts to attack Okoye. Then more guards come out, but Kate doesn't have her weapons. Kate tries to fight back but she is outnumbered.

“Protect, Y/n” Okoye yelled.

Yelena almost stabbed Okoye but she used her spear to block the attack, then she kicked Yelena in the stomach. Yelena falls down and Kate was flipped to the ground.

“Stop! They are my friends!” You yelled.

Everyone stopped and you stand in front of Okoye.

“I’m serious, don't attack them. They are my friends!” You yelled.

“You let them in Wakanda?” Okoye asked.

“Yeah, so I can spend time with them,” You said.

“Take them to their cell,” Okoye said.

“Why? They didn't break any rules!” You yelled.

Before Okoye can answer, your parents showed up. Okoye told them what happened and your parents aren't happy. They take Yelena and Kate to a cell temporarily. You are in standing in front of your parents, and they start to lecture you.

“How did you even meet them?” Storm asked.

“I met them through Miles Morales who is Spiderman and Gwen Stacy... When umm I sneaked out to a concert to see Hobie Brown aka Spider-Punk and his band called Spider-Band” You said.

“Y/n, you did what! I can't believe you would sneak out. And what if something happened to you and you got hurt!?” Storm yelled.

“Mom, I was fine and I wasn't alone. And I have powers-”

“Y/n, having powers doesn't mean that you will be unstoppable. There is always someone stronger than you or us. If something happened to you and we couldn't find you, then we would have lost you” T'Challa said.

“You are being reckless and you need to grow up,” Storm said.

“I’m sorry. But I wanted to have some fun” You said.

“Go to your room,” T'Challa said.

“What about my friends?” You asked.

“They will stay the night and then leave because you won't go anywhere in a long time,” T'Challa said.

“Not fair” You sighed.

“Don’t you dare, roll your eyes at us. Go to your room, Y/n” Storm said.

“Whatever” You mumbled.

You go to your bedroom and the guards are standing by your door. They set your friends free and let them stay the night.

✫ ✫ ✯ ✫

You have your new suit, your parents and Shuri told you to go over your limit. You didn't know how so Shuri’s robots and your parents are all fighting you at once.

“I didn't have this in mind to try out my suit!” You yelled.

“Once again, Y/n we told the battles are never fair. Step up your game, Y/n” Storm said.

Her eyes changed colors and she summoned thunder to attack you. Your dad is using his claws to attack you. The robots have guns and you are trying to dodge everyone’s attack, then you used your power to create an earthquake.

Now, you are using all your powers at once. You created a hole in the ground and the water starts to rise fast, then you used the water to attack the robots. Then you use powerful thunder to attack your parents. But they teamed up together to fight back, T'Challa jumped higher while you are distracted by him then your mom used tornadoes to attack you.

“I almost had you!” You said.

“You need to think faster, Y/n” Storm said.

“I’m so close but yet I fail every time!” You sighed.

“Just because you fail doesn't mean you shouldn't stop getting stronger. That's why we train you hard, we might not be around to help you” T'Challa said.

“I know,” You said.

Your parents hugged you and you tell them you like the suit. Your parents take you out to eat and you are having a good time with them.

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Later, T'Challa and Storm asked Shuri to do a background check on your friends. They don't like that Yelena is a black widow and Hobbie is a rebel. They check deeper into their background and they found out stuff that you don't know.

#female reader #fem reader #t'challa x reader #T'challa x daughter #marvel female reader insert #t'challa imagines #T'challa imagine

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years

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T’Challa’s Birthday (T’Challa x Barnes!Reader)

Okay! Two posts in two days! I am warning y’all now that over the next couple days I am not going to be active at all. I’m going away with my family and will not be able to check tumblr until I get back. But, to make up for it, I have my T’Challa’s birthday post, finally. According to Google, T’Challa’s birthday is May 21st, so once again, I’m a bit late.

Warnings: Barnes!Reader is Bucky’s sister, mentions of CA:CW, it’s Nomad!Steve but not mentioned, T’Challa x Reader, Shuri probably needs a warning too.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: While waiting for Bucky to finish cryo, T’Challa was never as nice to you as he was to Steve. Now that Bucky’s awake, will things change?

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You had no idea what was happening. At all. You weren’t even from Wakanda. You were just supposed to be checking on Bucky, since he was in cryo-freeze to be deprogrammed from the Winter Soldier. And don’t get me wrong, Bucky was attractive and women had always been all over him. But you were always the reason they left quickly, since you were Bucky’s priority, his big sister. You could hold your own in a fight, a point that you would make to both Steve and Bucky many times over the years, all of them. When you found out your baby brother had been drafted, you immediately enlisted as a nurse. You quickly became the personal nurse for the Howling Commandos, getting into trouble with all of them as you had growing up with your brother and his best friend. Whom you had gone down on the plane with after your brother had fallen off the train.

And now, 70 some-odd years later, you are flying into a hidden country that is globally known as very poor, but is actually thriving and has the most advanced technology you’ve ever seen. And oh God, the king? Oh, the king. King T’Challa was literally the nicest person ever, after he discovered Bucky didn’t actually kill his father. Yeah, you definitely went with Steve during the Civil War, much to Tony’s dismay. But T’Challa, he was just so… you couldn’t even find the words for it, but Steve was always the poet anyway.

T’Challa had never treated you badly, but he was not as warm to you as he was to Steve, or even Bucky, and yet you had completely fallen for him. To the point where you actually dreaded coming to Wakanda to check on Bucky because you always made a fool of yourself. Every. Single. Time.

“Ms. Barnes, Captain Rogers, you are back.” T’Challa said suddenly, surprising you. “I assume you’re here for Sergeant Barnes?”

“Your Highness. I am, yes. I’m just wondering how Bucky’s doing.” You said, reiterating what he said. You closed your eyes and shook your head softly.

Steve placed his hand on your back. “It’s okay, N/N. Could we see him?”

“Of course you can. Shuri has almost finished deprogramming Sergeant Barnes, and we should be pulling him out of the ice tomorrow, if all goes well. You’re welcome to stay and be here.” T’Challa started leading you to the room Bucky was being kept in cryo in. Although you all knew he didn’t need to due to the amount of times you and Steve had visited Bucky, both separately and together.

“Stevie? Sissy?” Bucky said, sitting up in a hospital bed. T’Challa raised an eyebrow in Shuri’s direction at this new development, she only shrugged. “You guys are okay?”

“Buck.” Steve breathed out, fighting the urge to go and wrap him in the world’s biggest bear hug. You were not having the same issue, running over to Bucky and doing exactly what Steve wanted to.

“Kiddo. Buddy. Buck, you can’t ever do anything like that again, okay? We were all supposed to go home together, buddy, and all of a sudden you weren’t coming home, and then Steve and I weren’t going home either. But now we can go home. Please, Bucky, say you’ll never go again?” You were crying at this point, having missed your baby brother so much yet not having found the words to say it before, since Steve had the exact same feeling.

Bucky pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere, dumbass. Gotta protect you and Stevie. Lord knows Steve can’t protect my big sister right. Speaking of, get your ass over here, punk. What are you waiting for?”

Steve came over to the two of you and also wrapped Bucky in a hug, kissing the top of his head. “I missed you, Buck.”

“I know you did. I missed you both too.”

“Given a few months of recovery, most of your memories should return, Sergeant.” Shuri interrupted the moment the three of you were having, but none of you minded. “The brain is a funny thing, so I cannot be sure when or if it will happen, I just have to hope that it will.”

T’Challa was standing there silently, shell-shocked. Bucky was your brother?! Your baby brother?! “I’m sorry, wait, you two are related?” He asked.

You looked at Bucky, and then you both burst out laughing. “Yes!” He said.

“I was there when you were born, I think I was either second or third to hold you, but I don’t quite remember that far back. I was young, two or three, and Daddy was off at war still.” You said, stroking Bucky’s cheek with your thumb. He nuzzled into your hand as he always did. “I remember sitting with Momma, in her hospital bed, and with her arms wrapped around my arms wrapped around you. I’m sure I wasn’t actually holding you, but that’s my first clear memory. There are little snippets from before and after, and the memory has faded over time, but I remember the first time I got to hold you. And now you’re bigger than I am.” You smiled, tears slipped down your cheeks at that memory resurfacing. It had been so long since you had had time to remember your childhood without your sisters.

“Oh, N/N.” Steve said, rubbing your back.

Bucky pulled you back into his chest. “You’d never told me that before. I didn’t know you were there.”

You heard Shuri laugh at something T’Challa had said in their whispered argument. “Would either of you care to tell us what’s so funny about our touching reunion?” You said, muffled by Bucky’s red Henley.

Shuri, still giggling, explained. “Your last name is Barnes, so my darling brother thought you were married to the Sergeant.”

“That’s a new one.” Steve said, chuckling softly.

“I know we look nothing alike, but that is new.” You added.

Bucky was full-on giggling, which was nice to see after the events of the Civil War. “We’ve never been mistaken for being married before.”

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After T’Challa found out you weren’t married to Bucky, and you only shared a last name because you were his sister, he was much nicer to you. In fact, you could almost say he treated you like he was going to make you his queen. You and Steve had decided to stay in Wakanda for a few weeks to help Bucky with his memory, the new metal arm Shuri made for him, and it gave you both a break from being on the run.

Unfortunately, the entire time you had been in Wakanda, all anyone could talk about was the big birthday party they were throwing for the King. It was no surprise to him, of course, you were sure he was part of the planning committee. But it just bugged you, spending weeks talking about a fancy party that half of them weren’t even going to go to due to family issues, political reasons, or fighting with the other tribes. Bucky was going, of course, to repay T’Challa and Shuri for their kindness. So Steve was going to keep him out of trouble, and you were going to keep Steve out of trouble.

‘I had him on the ropes.’ Sure you did, Stevie. Sure you did. Steve Rogers, never one to start a fight he could actually finish. Although Steve was always picked on, he made sure he treated everyone well. He never let anyone mistreat a woman, and there were multiple times he stood up for you, even though you were closer to the guys’ height than he was.

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You glanced at T’Challa from across the room, sipping at your drink of choice. Happy birthday to him, you thought, bitterly. He gets fancy drinks, and women in nice dresses flaunting themselves, no, throwing themselves at him. They probably don’t even want to be with him, they just want the money and title. He deserves so much better. You sighed softly, making both Bucky and Steve look at you.

“Something wrong, doll?” Steve asked.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m just a little tired.” You replied, faking a yawn to accentuate your point.

“You sure about that?” Bucky asked, wiggling his eyebrows and sticking out his tongue a little. “If looks could kill, N/N, the women swarming T’Challa would be dead.”

You rolled your eyes. “No idea what you’re talking about, brother dearest.”

He smirked. “That’s what you told me when you were in 11th grade and ‘didn’t like Tommy’. Busted.” He told you, properly using air quotes. He was catching on much quicker than you and Steve had.

“Just don’t say anything. I’m sure it’ll go away in a couple of months. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if you’re asking them not to say anything about it.” Shuri said, sitting down next to you. “Now spill the tea.” The three of you blinked in confusion. “Tell me the drama, what’s going on?” She clarified. Wow, the new generation really does have a term for everything. You looked between your brother and best friend, silently begging them not to say anything, much like when the three of you were in trouble as teenagers.

Steve, ever the snitch, broke first. “N/N likes T’Challa!” You were just happy the music didn’t stop, although suddenly if a pin dropped, anyone would hear it. The air felt thick and you felt like you were suffocating. You stood up, left the party, and walked back towards Bucky’s quarters, deciding the fresh air on the balcony near there would do you some good.

Once you got to the balcony, you sat down, put your feet up, took your heels off, and looked up at the stars. You had sat there for what felt like forever, entranced by the stars when you heard the door open behind you. “Stevie, have you ever kept a secret for longer than a minute?” You asked, assuming he was the one that followed you, probably to apologize, knowing Steve.

“Sorry to disappoint, Miss Barnes, but I am not Captain Rogers.” T’Challa said from behind you.

“Oh, Your Majesty.” You said, standing. “I’m so sor-”

T’Challa put his hand up to stop you. “Please don’t apologize, Miss Barnes. Your feelings are requited. That is why I was not as warm to you as I was to the Captain and the Sergeant. The most gorgeous lady I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Married to Sergeant Barnes? Impossible. I was overjoyed when I discovered the two of you were merely siblings.”

“Bucky’s a good-looking dude, Your Highness. It’s not that hard to believe, other than the fact that he’s been in love with Steve since he was.. 13. Those two are idiots in love, especially since Steve’s been in love with Bucky from the first time they met.”

“How did you manage to miss the entire point I was trying to make?” He asked, chuckling and shaking his head. You sat back down, looking up at the stars.

“It just doesn’t seem real. A king falling for an army nurse out of her time?” You said, tracing the constellations Bucky had told you about as a teenager with your index finger.

T’Challa recognized it, “Ursa Major?”

You nodded. “I had the unfortunate pleasure of babysitting Bucky while doing my homework. He was obsessed with the stars, I had to take him to the library every week to get a new book about them. He learned about all the constellations, I would help him find the ones we could. I don’t know if more have been found, or if he even remembers, but I do. The stars helped me find him.”

“That’s lovely.” He said, sitting next to you.

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Hours later, T’Challa had finally asked if he could kiss you. You allowed it.

“May I take you to bed, my queen?”

“Of course, my king.”

He treated you like a queen that night, and you became his queen almost 2 years later, with Bucky walking you down the aisle. Steve waiting next to T’Challa, and Shuri waiting on your side. After T’Challa’s birthday, you were treated like a queen for the rest of your life.

#reader insert #t'challa x reader #barnes!reader #t'challa x barnes!reader #shuri being gen z #background stucky #but they're the quintessential idiots in love trope #they have no idea they're in love with each other #also bucky's kinda a nerd #bucky barnes #steve rogers #shuri udaku #t'challa udaku #wow i'm so happy spellcheck is a thing #okay #that might be enough tags now

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black-is-iconic · 3 months

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Why do you only write for black x readers? Do you realize how racist that is, you're taking away the main love interest and replacing it with a shitty black y/n. Have you ever stopped to think, maybe there's no black characters in anime, because it's not their place to be there?

Nobody wants to read your shitty self-inserts, stop blackwashing y/n and taking away their ACTUAL love interest. You'd be equally as mad if we made characters like T'challa or Storm white, so what gives you the right to make a choice for us the reader what ethnicity we are?

You're so mad that all the love interests are Asian...but Japan is full of Asians like tf? What did you expect, that's like going to Africa...and being mad there's Africans.

Anyway tldr grow up, like seriously the world doesn't revolve around you or you're silly little race. If you want your own little things that's cool, but keep it to yourself because no one wants to read that shit.

I uh-...well.....I'm not quite sure how to respond to this, but if you don't like......don't read? Simple as that ig, I'm sorry I offended you with my writing but like.....black people exist too. Sharing is caring, black people deserve to be appreciated as well, there's not a lot of representation of African Americans in media in general.

And while I understand, kinda where you're coming from most anime is situated in Japan if not all and that means 97% of anime protagonists and love interest will be Asian.

That doesn't mean other ethnicities can't enjoy it, sometimes people just want a little representation. Black people are the most under-represented in media and anime, so writers like myself write for people....like myself. I'm not mad or hating on Asian characters I'm simply supplying a need of the people if that makes sense.

Have you tried to find a black x reader on any of the fanfic sites? It's DIFFICULT like trying to find a needle in a haystack but the needle is about a millimeter long, to make a long story short.

Don't be an ass okay? Everyone deserves the spotlight, don't yuck someone else's yum just because you don't like it. If it ain't for you then just keep scrolling okay Pookie?

#black reader #discussion

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palettesofrenaissance · 2 years

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⠀⠀༺ ˖࣪ 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 ˖࣪ ∗ ˗ˏˋ🥐🍫ˎˊ˗

⠀I've been wanting to get back into reading more fics, especially getting to those written by my mutuals but I need a little nudge with some help, in part because of my indecisiveness

⠀starting today (sunday july 23, at the start of the week), I want to get into the habit of reading between 1-3 fics a week. so please let me know of fics you've written that you wouldn't mind me checking out!! plus I do leave comments

⠀please reblog this and drop a reply, send me an ask, or whatever to link me to your fic

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 🥯

if you have an AO3, even better!

fandoms I can read without a problem: marvel/mcu, dc comics/dceu, stranger things

BUT I'm open to trying any fandom. I just want to read and comment ♡

I am a multishipper and AU friendly

I prefer to read female-centered stories and about women of color, but this isn't exclusive

I prefer to read character fics but I'm willing to give reader self insert fics a try (just please no stranger things x reader)

edit: since I'm more of a character fics reader instead of self inserts, you'll have to directly point me to a self insert fic because I won't pick. I can't pick

however, there are things I refuse to read: incest, dd/lg, pedophilia, slave kinks, camming/stripping/prostitution, etc

marvel and dc comics ships that are a HARD NO: stucky, stony, sambucky, thorbruce, thor/carol danvers, thorki, valki, thorjane, darcy/jimmy woo, shuri/any adult, peggysousa. superbat, harley/joker, raven/beast boy, t'challa/erik killmonger, nakia/erik killmonger

(and it would be nice if you checked out my ao3 too. love you! ☺️)

☕📚🍰📖🎵🍪☕️📚

EDIT: I changed my mind. This requesting call goes out especially for stories centering women of color

#it's absolutely crazy how many times this post kept crashing on me #self recs #fic recommendation #fic rec list #marvel fic #fic recs #masterlist

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naughtibonbear · 1 year

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I posted 14 times in 2022

That's 14 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 7 of my posts in 2022

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OH MY GODS I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START. I HAVE SO MANY AUS IDEAS, ISEAKI, OCS, MY MUTANT OC/SELF INSERT. SHOULD I JUST START WITH HEADCANONS, IDK WHAT TO DO!

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As much as I want to write for N'amor of talokan, my brain is switching from him to a lot of comic!Namor, so I'mma start with comic/ animated Namor before, I work out the kinks for K'uk'ulkan fics. Especially some self/oc inserts and I might even mix the two for some fun AUs.

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Decided to dust this old bad boy off especially since I forgot about this account time to make use of it, heck I need to make use of my ao3. Pretty much going to use this to put out as much self indulgent stuff as I can. Here are a list of fandom's plan on writing and feel comfortable writing or making little drabbles for, I will add more later.

Marvel

Wakfu/Dofus

Star wars

Some is wrong with Sunnyday Jack

Aphrodesia

Clive barker's nightbreed

The predators series if I can

Lupin the third

Some oc × reader

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NAMOR AND ISEKAI PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU OLEASE 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

I'm already working on it I'm going to toss some ideas out there working on isekai'ed as a princess to fantasy world, and wakanda's oldest princess, older sister to shuri, younger siblings to king T'Challa.

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My #1 post of 2022

Namor fantasy isekai idea

Ok here we go fantasy Isekai au, I love OI novels and comics, and this idea has not left me since.

Here we go:

You are now the oldest daughter of the former king of Wakanda, your older Brother T'challa is now king after your father has passed, and you are the middle child between you, T'challa, and Shuri. Your brother wants to try to make peace with the neighboring countries, sadly some of the other leaders don't have the same mind. With an amazing older brother as king and an intelligent younger sister, the people don't see you as much, especially since you don't have any specialties yet. (Magic is definitely on the table for abilities besides don't a lot of OI leads or princesses have magic ;3)

The kingdom as stated before doesn't care or really think much of you. You would make a great political bride for peace among the realms. After an attack at the world leaders meeting, you lost your father the king, and "Lost" some of your memories aka when you awoke into this world. It is a world based on a fantasy series you used to read, now the princess of Wakanda you get to see the characters in a whole new light.

Now for our male lead this isekai Namor, I want to mix both Namor of the comics and MCU Namor for this. Making his kingdom is somewhat difficult depending on which way I want to go with the kingdom, I want to keep Talokan and figure out a way to mix both kingdoms into one for the story.

This Namor will be a mixture of both the comics and MCU. As I said, he does have long hair because I won't lie, the ponytail was pretty nice. He is a king well-loved by all except for some in his kingdom, being the half-human/ Talokan mutant he isn't well-liked by those who hate the surface dwellers and bigotry is still a problem in this fantasy world.

Things are a bit tense between both of your countries. Hopefully, you can ease that tension and make peace between them. He is an excellent king, as noted from all his appearances, he puts his kingdom first. He has a commanding presence, he is in charge and everyone can tell. He is absolutely charming to those he is interested in, and if he falls in love he's going to try to go all in.

I won't lie as I am mixing the comic with the MCU Namor, he is a bit on that possessive side and obsessive, he falls in love and he is passionate about it. Is he Arrogant yes but he can hold it in for a while, his pride is one of his many traits, at the same time MCU Namor has this sweet side to him, a kindness, a playfulness, but also a ruthlessness that he always has when it comes to protecting his people. Anyway, look forward to it becoming a fanfic on here after I work out the kinks in it.

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luminouslywriting · 2 years

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Rules/Characters I Write For

1. I will not be writing any smut, so don't ask for it....spice on the other hand (totally allowed :)

2. All imagines will be directed towards the reader who is a female or gender neutral. This means I AM NOT inserting names or personalized characters that you, the reader comes up with.

Example: Y/N can be the sibling of (insert character), but she/they will not have a name that you request

Bad Example: Lyssa is the sister of (insert character), and here's her entire backstory...etc.

3. Please be respectful and don't steal from me. It takes me time to come up with these ideas.

4. I have the right to reject any requests/imagines/preferences that I feel uncomfortable writing about.

5.. Your request may require me to get more information from you about the idea you have or the character you want said reader to end up with.

6. Occasionally I do talk about mature subjects such as depression, self-harm, eating disorders, bullying, etc. I will have trigger warnings posted at the beginning of each chapter.

7. I am in college and this takes me a long time to write out sometimes. Please be patient and understanding.

Characters I Write For:

MCU: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader)

Example: (Can I get a Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader?)

-Tony Stark

-Steve Rogers

-Peter Parker

-Thor

-Loki

-Bucky Barnes

-Scott Lang

-T'Challa

-Moon Knight

(Note that I will do Agents of Shield Team imagines, that means it's not relationships, but the entire team) Example: (Can I get a AOS team x anxious reader?)

(Also accepting requests for Alex Summers/Havok)

BATFAMILY: (Note that I will do familial/platonic female characters x reader) (These will include Kate Kane, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Selina Kyle)

-Bruce Wayne (Gotham and other versions)

-Dick Grayson

-Jason Todd

-Tim Drake

-Damian Wayne

YOUNG JUSTICE/Live Action Titans/Teen Titans

-Dick Grayson

-Wally West

-Conner Kent

-Roy Harper

-Tim Drake

-Bart Allen

-Team Imagines (As a group, usually platonic)

-Female YJ Characters in familial or platonic ways

-Robin (Teen Titans Version)

-Nightwing (Titans)

-Jason Todd (Titans)

-Garfield Logan (Titans)

-Superboy (Titans)

NARNIA: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Peter Pevensie

-Edmund Pevensie

-Caspian

-The Pevensie Siblings (platonically or familial)

PERCY JACKSON: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Percy Jackson

-Luke Castellan

-Jason Grace

-Leo Valdez

-Frank Zhang

-The 7

-Any other characters will have to be specifically requested and I reserve the right to reject the request

HARRY POTTER: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

-Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Golden Trio Era (Group/platonic)

-Newt Scamander

-Theseus Scamander

-Scamander Era (Group/Platonic)

-James Potter

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Regulus Black

-Marauders Era (Group/Platonic)

STAR WARS: NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS, INCLUDES: LEIA, PADME, AHSOKA, REY, HERA, SABINE, AND OTHERS IF SPECIFIED)

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Anakin Skywalker

-Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume

-Ezra Bridger

-Luke Skywalker

-Han Solo

-Finn

-Poe Dameron

-Kylo Ren

-Prequels Trio (Platonically): Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme

-Original Trio (Platonically): Leia, Luke, and Han

-Sequels Trio (Platonically: Rey, Finn, and Poe

STRANGER THINGS: (NOTE THAT I WILL DO PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEMALE IMAGINES/X READERS)

Note that 90% of these will be friendship x readers

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-The kids (Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, and Erica) (WILL BE PLATONIC/SIBLING/FRIENDSHIP)

#starwars #youngjustice #marvel #harrypotter #percyjackson #narnia #batfam

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tchallasbabymama · 2 years

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Do you like to read reader-specific fics? Like Cece x T'Challa?

I enjoy Y/N fics from time to time, but I like OC’s more because I like when writers craft their own characters. Either way, I’m gonna self-insert.

#slide up in my ask box #ask cece #anon

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iliketowrite1996 · 3 years

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The Nanny Chronicles part 1: Here for You

Disclaimer- I do not own any Marvel characters or their fictional worlds, countries, planets, etc.

OKAY, I haven’t written in a while and I am always open to constructive criticism.

‘’Akhona! Lindelwa! Let’s go, we’ve got to get you two to school on time!’’

‘’Coming!,’’ you hear the ten-year-old boy, Akohna, call down the stairs as you listen to him move about on the third floor of the home, gathering the necessary materials for another day of learning.

As you finish packing the lunches, you hear the rhythmic thump… thump… thump of Lindelwa, the six-year-old, coming down the stairs, sliding down each step while she holds onto the banister.

Akhona and Lindelwa are the son and daughter, respectively, of T’Challa Udaku. Right after you graduated college, you began applying for jobs. One of your friends, who is a nanny for Tony and Pepper Stark, told Mr. Udaku about you. A quick interview later, and you were in. While you do hope to move to a classroom and become an elementary teacher one day, this isn't so bad for now. The kids are pretty well behaved, the pay is good, and Mr. Udaku is a lovely person.

You fondly roll your eyes before zipping her plastic, zebra-print lunch box, making sure that all of its content- her rice, chicken, juice and fruit- are intact before you do.

‘’I’m ready!.’’ she enters the kitchen, beaming up at you, showcasing where she lost a tooth just last week.

‘’I see!.’’ you motion for her to lift her leg, allowing for you to tie her shoe before she straightens up, letting you observe her in her school clothes.

‘’Does daddy know you’re wearing those socks,’’ you glance down at the brightly colored socks, with cats printed all over them.

‘’Mhm!,’’ she looks proudly at her ensemble, before grinning back up at you.

‘’Well, if it’s alright with daddy, it’s alright with me,’’ you concede, handing the young girl her lunch box, ‘’Is your brother ready?’’

She nods enthusiastically, just as her brother rounds the corner into the kitchen.

‘’I’m ready to go,’’ he takes his lunch box from you, ‘’Are you taking us, or are we riding the bus?’’

‘’I can take you guys if you want, but we’ve got to get going. I’ve got to stop by the store anyway.’’

The two children follow you out of the house, waiting for you to lock up the house before the three of you head to the car.

As soon as you pull up to the elementary school, you turn and look at the two of them.

‘’Akhona, I’ll pick you up from soccer practice at 5:00 sharp. Be ready to go on time- your dad invited your grandparents over for dinner this evening.’’

‘’Alright,’’ he nods, unbuckling his seat belt, ‘’Is N’Jadaka going to be there too?’’

‘’I’m not sure,’’ you admit, ‘’We’ll see.’’

He gives you thumbs up, sliding out of your minivan.

‘’Lindelwa,’’ you turn to the first grader, ‘’You’ll be coming home with Wanda and Meghan today. Make sure you get your rain boots out of your cubby today, alright?’’

‘’Yes, ma’am,’’ she gives you a thumbs up before sliding out of the van, taking her brother’s hand as he guides her into the building, ready to take her to Ms. Stormy’s class.

As soon as the children are in the building,you pull away from the curb, heading to the grocery store.

Ever since moving to New York 3 and a half years ago, you have gotten used to the city. NYU has become your home away from home, in a sense,and you can’t imagine going to college anywhere else. Now that you’re a senior, you can say that you definitely feel a sense of familiarity with your surroundings. You have your favorite spots to go, and your spots where you take the children on their days off from school. Spending time at the park, the grocery store, and the laundromat is nothing new to you. You’ve come to think of this city as your home almost as much as you think of Texas, your home state, as home.

As you move up and down the aisles, collecting items for the week, you barely notice someone calling your name.

‘’I’ve been calling you since aisle six,’’ Wanda, your neighbor, speaks up, glazing up at the store sign that indicates that you are clearly in aisle ten.

‘’Girl,’’ I’m sorry you shrug, placing your shopping list back into your bag, ‘’I’ve been in my own little world.’’

‘’I can only imagine. I haven’t seen you around much lately,’’ she picks up a bag of sugar, surveying it for any tears before placing it in her shopping cart, ‘’And Pietro has been asking about you.’’

You roll your eyes fondly at the mention of her beloved twin brother Pietro. He, like you, attends NYU. While you finished obtaining a degree in education last semester, he is about to finish nursing school. You met Wanda when you were put together as roommates your freshman year, and Pietro and your friendship is a result of yours and Wanda’s.

Wanda, who had spent a semester at community college previously, was stuck deciding between law and education, finally deciding on the latter. Because of this, you two spent almost every semester in almost all of the time that you’ve spent in college. Now, she lives only three doors down from you in her shoebox apartment, sharing with Pietro like, like you live in your equally small apartment with your roommates- your cousin MJ and one of her friends, a girl who is a science major at NYU.

‘’Tell Pietro that I am equally flattered and horrified,’’ you joke, stooping to pick up a bag of flour, ‘’How is he, anyway?’’

‘’I hardly ever see him. He’s always studying at the library or out doing something for class,’’ she shrugs, ‘’Anyway, a few of us are getting together this weekend. Some of the people from our program, Pietro and some of his buddies. We’re hanging out at the apartment.’’

‘’Oh, I’d better make sure I don’t work Saturday but I should be up for it, ‘’ you respond, running through your schedule in your head.

‘’Come on! I know you’re busy, but we haven’t seen you, except for in passing, in months!.’’

‘’Okay, okay,’’ you laugh, ‘’I promise that I’ll try to make it, Wanda. Bye..’’

With a final ‘’Good-bye’’, she walks away, heading for the checkout and leaving you to finish grocery shopping on your own.

Ever since you started nannying for Lindelwa and Akhona, you haven’t had much of a social life. You take care of them five days a week, and usually spend the weekends catching up on errands and relaxing. On the off chance that BOTH of their parents work on Saturday, you’re with them even more than you usually are. It would be nice to spend some time with your friends, take your mind off of all of your responsibilities for once.

This thought resurfaces as you arrive back at the Udaku residence, and are putting the groceries away. It stays with you until a deep voice brings you out of your own train of thought, snapping you back to the moment.

It’s none other than T’Challa Udaku, your boss, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

‘’Oh. Good morning, Mr. Udaku. I didn’t know you’d be home early.’’

‘’Good morning to you, too. I just stopped by to get some papers that I left on my desk this morning. Thank you for being so willing to come in early this morning. I’ve got a big court trial coming up, and I desperately needed to be there early this morning to go over things with my partner.’’

,‘’It’s fine,’’ you shrug tucking a freshly done rbeaid behind your ear, ‘’I mean, this is my job.’’

‘’Be that as it may, you do a fantastic job of it. The kids love you,’’’ he grins, and you’d be a liar if you said that his smile didn’t make butterflies come to your stomach.

Mr. Udaku is attractive, that’s for sure. He’s about ten years your senior, but he’s a handsome man. Not that you’d ever say that to him. It’d be very unprofessional, and one hundred percent embarrassing, in your eyes.

Still, you see nothing wrong with silently admiring his good looks while you’re in a conversation with him.

‘’Well, thank you. I love them, too,’’ you comment sincerely., ‘’I got what you need for dinner tonight- everything for the scampi, salads, and bread rolls. Did you want me to go ahead and get started? The starks family will drop Lindelwa off, and I can pick Akhona up from the school when he’s done with soccer practice.’’

‘’Since it is on my way home, I will get him. I really appreciate you doing this. Lindelwa has been raving about your chicken scampi ever since you made it that night you stayed over with them, Will you be joining us for dinner?’’

It’s nothing, and you know it., He is simply extending kindness. However, you’d be remiss not to note the fact that it makes heat rush to your cheeks, and you’re a bit eager to accept it.

‘’I think I could swing that,’’ you nod, mentally nothing to add more pieces of chicken to the dish.

‘’Great. Please set eight spots as.’’

‘’Oh, is N’Jadaka joining us tonight?’’

‘’No, but my partner will. I’d better get going to the office. I’ll see you later on tonight.’’’ ‘

‘’Okay, Mr. Udaku. See you then.’’

He gives one last grin before exiting, and you wait until you hear the door close behind him before you smile to yourself.

Okay, so you’re not expecting it to go anywhere. But if you’re gonna have a crush, is he really so bad to have a crush on? And it’s all simple, all innocent, and none of it going anywhere. Little do you know, a series of events is about to unfold that will test your relationship,with T’Challa, so to speak.

And this invitation to dinner is only the beginning.

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#t'challa fanfiction #T'Challa Udaku #t'challa fluff #t'challa udaku imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #black panther marvel imagine series #Marvel Imagine series #marvel imagines #t'challa x reader #t'challa x reader insert

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male reader : [gasp and immediately take his cat to t'challa] look at him baby, one day you going to be like him!

t'challa : he not a panther-

male reader : [put his hand on the cat ears and let out offended gasp] don't tell him that, his feelings will hurt if he know that truth.

t'challa : wha- [sighed] yes, you going to be strong like me [pat the cat head]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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T’Challa x Female!Wakandan!Reader: It All Tastes Like Acid

Summary: A day filled with far too many goodbyes.

Rating/Warnings: All (set during canon events of Captain America: Civil War; Minor Character Death; reflects character death from canon; Grief; loss of a parent; Sokovia Accords; Wakandan!Reader; romance during grief; scene plays different than in canon; implied secret relationship)

Challenge: “100 Little Drabbles” by Wingu on Lunaescence Archives

Prompt: Acid

Notes: I don’t write for T'Challa much, so please let me know if anything in this is incorrect in any way, shape, or form! Outside of the fact that this isn’t where he was when he got the information. I didn’t remember that until after I wrote this. Whoops.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

It All Tastes Like Acid

How quickly a world of lights and noise and needless violence could fall silent in the face of grief. How loudly a silence like that could ring. Enough time had passed since the explosion that most of the commotion carried on outside—sirens and radio chatter and the occasional wail of fear—but the entire building itself seemed full of some endless whine. You could hardly hear your heels clicking on the floor over the continuous buzz in your ears.

That did not prevent other people from hearing your approach. Ayo stood on high alert outside the door you wanted through; the rest of the Dora Milaje must have scattered during your absence. She didn’t relax when she recognized you, nor did she explain if there were any sort of plan in the works. In fact, she said nothing at all. Gulping, you lifted the paper cup in your hand. This caused her to step aside, but the look she shot you as you passed her made it obvious that she knew.

It was a terrifying thought. Your terror only amplified when the door closed behind you. No longer was the silence simply audible. Now it was tangible. You felt it filling up your lungs, making it difficult to breathe and more difficult to find who you were looking for in the large, empty room.

Tears filled your eyes when you spotted him. T'Challa did not look up at the sound of your approaching footsteps. He sat motionless on a low black couch, his head in his hands. His shoulders shook imperceptibly, and that was the worst thing you’d seen during this horrible day. There had been no time for the two of you to talk right after the incident. Ayo and the others ushered you both to safety, then…Well, then he’d been in here with them while you’d been outside making arrangements for your beloved king’s body to be transported home. Only now did you have the privacy to feel everything leading up this moment.

He couldn’t see you like this. You struggled for a minute or so to get ahold of yourself, breathing in, breathing out, trying not to make any noise, but you couldn’t hover there just out of reach for long. Eventually you would have to face up to what you had done.

You placed the cup on the table in front of him. T'Challa did not show any signs that he noticed. He must have known you were there, though. How could he not? Perhaps he did not want to speak with you. Perhaps he did not want to see your face ever again. The question was, should you leave without his explicit permission? Following that, what possible place could you leave to?

Just as you made up your mind to ask Ayo for advice, T'Challa shuddered, inhaled deeply, and allowed his hands to fall to his knees. His dark eyes fell first upon on the cup in front of him. He picked it up after a brief pause before looking up at you.

"What is this?” he asked in Xhosa. His voice was husky—not very, but enough that anyone who knew him would know he had been crying, and you knew him so very well.

“It’s coffee,” you answered in the same language.

He took a sip and made a face. “It tastes like acid.”

“I got it from a machine down in the lobby. All the paperwork has been taken care of, and I…I needed to do something. I thought you probably hadn’t had anything to drink since…since…”

“Since my father was killed in a terrorist attack,” T'Challa finished for you.

“Yes.”

You wished you wouldn’t tremble at the memory. You wished more he wouldn’t look at you as softly as he did. It made you want to cry again, and that wasn’t fair. What right did you have to grieve?

He gestured for you to come closer. You didn’t dare, but how could you deny him? One step, then. T'Challa gestured a second time and earned a second step in his direction. Again and again you took your turns until you were close enough to him that he could pull you gently down onto the seat beside him.

“There now,” he said. “That is better.”

His warm hand moved from your wrist to your hand. The warmth was familiar, but not at all comforting. Only a few short hours ago, the same hand had rescued you at a terrible cost. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull from its grip even with that thought foremost in your mind. Instead, you grasped his fingers as though they were the only anchor left to you in the world. In so doing, you ignored the pressure building behind your eyes long enough for the waterworks to burst forth.

“I’m sorry, T'Challa. I’m so sorry,” you said.

He would not allow you to duck your head and hide your feelings from him. You felt his other hand against your chin, pushing upwards until he forced you to meet his eyes. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the two of you stared at each other—and yet you did not, as you so desperately wanted to, throw yourself into his chest to cry there. What if Ayo or one of the other Dora Milaje walked in? More importantly, you did not deserve that kind of intimate comfort, not after what you had done.

“What are you sorry for?” he asked calmly.

“Everything.” When he said nothing more, you shifted away from him to rub the sleeve of your blazer across your wet eyes. “I shouldn’t be behaving like this. You just lost your father.”

“And you have the wept the tears I could not bring myself to. Thank you, [Name].”

You glared at him. “T'Challa, how can you—”

“How can I what?”

“Treat me like this! So…so…gently!”

One arm snaked around your shoulders to pull you against his side. The other pulled a tissue from the box next to the disgusting coffee. He offered the thin piece of paper to you. You accept it, if only out of a ludicrous hope that you could staunch your renewed sobbing before someone burst in to rescue your boyfriend from a second deranged psychopath.

“You loved my father as much as anyone,” T'Challa said, once you had quieted a little. “I cannot begrudge your grieving him.”

“But it’s not fair.” You might have sounded fiercer if you hadn’t said it through the sodden tissue. As it was, T'Challa smiled wryly at your comment.

“Anything to do with politics seldom is. Just look at what these Accords have already wrought, and they were supposed to be the best solution to a problem that has already got out of hand.”

“That is not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

How could he be so dense? The intelligent man you had fallen in love with a little over a year ago could not have failed to notice what you, a lowly palace secretary, had seen. Perhaps he was pretending for your sake. If that was the case—if denial was the only way to salvage your relationship—No. The gnawing, burning pit of acid-like guilt in your stomach would not allow you to hold your tongue. Tears obscured your vision once again, but you forced yourself to say the words through a heavy tongue:

“Your father is dead because of me.”

There it was, your shameful confession, stifled only as long as it took to ensure the man you’d as good as murdered would make it home to be buried among his people. You had known it all along. Ayo had known it for at least as long as you had been inside this room. Now T'Challa knew as well. The news did not seem to surprise him, however. He merely lifted his eyes heavenward upon hearing your outburst.

“Do not start that,” he said.

“If I hadn’t been standing next to you at the window—”

“Anyone else might have been.”

“If I hadn’t been standing next you at the window,” you continued firmly, “you would have been able to protect him instead.

"There is no way of knowing that for sure.”

After all the time you’d spent together, he could always tell when you wanted to argue. That you really shouldn’t be arguing with the leader of your country hadn’t quite set in yet. You opened your mouth to protest; he stopped you in your tracks by taking both your hands in his, soggy tissue and all. The moment his forehead touched yours, any thoughts of quarreling with him vanished.

“We do not have the ability to peer into what might have been,” he said. “Perhaps if you had not been beside me, someone else would have been. Perhaps things would be no different even had I stood alone. I am only grateful that I did not lose two of my loved ones on this unhappy day.”

If there had been no use in fighting with him before, there was certainly no use in doing so after such a proclamation. Your lips quivered. You hid this by allowing yourself to melt into his arms at last. Given the way he wrapped them around you to pull you close, you got the inkling T'Challa needed you close as badly as you needed him in that moment.

Unfortunately, neither of you could breathe each other’s scents in forever. After some time passed—how much exactly, you could not say for sure—he released you. His eyes were moist; otherwise you could see no signs of crying on his part. You wished the same could be said for you. If anyone else walked in and saw you in such a state, you’d likely be out of a job.

“I owe you an apology as well,” T'Challa said.

“For what?” you asked.

“I asked my father to appoint you to our party so that you and I could see some of the world outside Wakanda together. Now I will have no opportunity to show you anything.”

You took that as a pronouncement that it was time to go. “I can have the jet prepared in half an hour.”

“No.” T'Challa shook his head. You froze in the ludicrous position of half-rising from your seat. “The Dora Milaje are searching for Barnes as we speak. As soon as they discover him—”

“T'Challa!”

So great was your distress at his implication that you finished leaping to your feat. He did not react to your sudden fury.

“You mean to tell me,” your voice quaked, “that as your father lies waiting to be returned to his ancestors, you intended to stay here and seek revenge?”

For the first time ever, he refused to meet your eyes. “I will not allow Barnes to escape punishment. That will not be my first act as king.”

“You are not king yet! Not until the ceremony. T'Challa,” your tone turned imploring as you set your used tissue on the table, “what about your mother? What about Shuri?”

He blinked. Some of the intense anger around him dissipated. The subject of his beloved sister always gave him second thoughts when it came to any rash behavior. This time, those thoughts did not change his mind. His entire body seemed to become as steeled as the decision he came to.

“When I return to Shuri, I will be able to comfort her with the knowledge that I have put an end to the one who tore our family apart. Until that time comes, she will have you.”

You were right: T'Challa intended to kill someone. The realization knocked your thoughts right off their tracks. He stood without allowing you to regain your mental balance. Placing one hand on each of your shoulders, he stared you into silence.

“[Name],” he said. “I must do this. That man killed my father in cold blood. I cannot go home without acting to make things right.”

You remembered T'Chaka as you had known him during his life. You remembered his grief when word of the dead outreach group arrived. You remembered his enthusiasm for making the world safer for even those outside of Wakanda. You remembered the pride in T'Challa’s eyes as he watched his father stand up to speak in front all those nations who had no idea who he really was.

And you knew you could not stand in T'Challa’s way.

With a sigh, you shrugged him off your shoulders, placed your palms on his cheeks, and pulled his lips down to yours.

“Please be careful,” you murmured inches away from his mouth only a few seconds later.

He put his hands on your hips and did not pull away. “I will. You must be also. Tell my mother and my sister—”

The door at the other end of the room sprung open. In walked the Dora Milaje with Ayo at their head. They looked dangerous even outside of uniform. You and T'Challa sprang apart at their approach, but not one of them batted an eye at the position they had found you in. In fact, none of them took their eyes off T'Challa at all.

“We have located him,” Ayo announced.

“He is in Bucharest,” Xoliswa said.

Nailah added, “Captain Rogers is already on his way to intercept him.”

“Then we should be on ours as well.” He bent to pick up the bag at his feet, the one you knew contained his Black Panther suit. “[Name]. Take the jet. Bring my father home. You know what to tell my family.”

“Yes,” you said softly, because what else was there to do but convey his love to them?

He paused before he passed you on his way to the exit. There, in front of his waiting Dora Milaje, he took your hand in his free one and gave it a final squeeze.

Then they were gone, leaving you alone in an unfamiliar country with the corrosive anxiety crawling up your throat.

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notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

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Space-Techy

Yesss finally I made one for our king

Timeline is Civil War era but not accurate either. IDK if this counts as romantic or platonic honestly, maybe more platonic. IDK it’s 3AM so I don’t know what to describe this as :)

(L/N) = last name

pairing(s): T’Challa/Black Panther x GN!Reader

warning(s): cursing, i guess the reader being somewhat anxious and awkward

word count: 1.0k

“Agent (L/N), I’d like for you to meet the King of Wakanda himself. This is Agent (L/N), our best one. They have surpassed multiple agencies’ elite agents and has yet to fail us. Your mission was explained before we came here.”

Director Fury stepped aside, nodding at T’Challa who rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

He didn’t seem thrilled. Why would he? Director Fury basically assigned you to protect the king while he stayed in America for a few days—like he even needed you.

“I already told you,” T’Challa interrupted your thoughts. “I do not need the extra protection. I am not a child. I am the protector of Wakanda for a reason.” Nick Fury nodded, putting his hands behind his back.

“With all due respect, we need to make sure no future casualties occur when we capture the Winter Soldier. Agent (L/N) would essentially work as a backup for you, if you need it whatsoever.”

While T’Challa rubbed his eyes in annoyance, you looked him over. You couldn’t see how anyone could confuse his royal status. Everything from his stature to demeanor inclined that he was a leader, that he was regal. That he was well…a king.

Not to mention the man’s amazing looks.

You find it hard to believe that anyone could resist such a charming face.

You didn’t even notice when one of the Dora Milaje stood in front of you. She stared down at you with what seemed like a demeaning expression. Honestly, you don’t blame her, Nick Fury basically put you as an extra bodyguard over T’Challa’s literal bodyguards. You stared back at her.

“Move, or you will be moved.” Ayo said calmly. You were about to when T’Challa spoke. “As entertaining as that would be to see, we have to get going.” He looked at you with a stoic expression. “It looks like I will be having you as a partner in capturing my prisoner, Agent (L/N).” You nodded, standing up straight. “That’s right sir. Although I don't think you will even need me.”

Ayo looked over at her majesty who gave a slight chuckle. “Trust me, I know.”

Ok, that sounded iconic. You looked down at your feet, trying to figure out something else to say, “So I guess…you can think of me as a sort of plan b I guess?” you questioned. Great way to make things awkward.

T’Challa shook his head, “Not a plan b, more of an ensured assistance.”

Same thing.

Nick Fury said your last name. You turned to face him before he spoke, “I expect for you to follow King T’Challa’s orders in capturing the Winter Soldier. However if you do manage to catch sight of him, you already know to report immediately. Remember to call for forces when undergoing action to catch him.”

You nodded, turning back to face T’Challa. Nodding, you said, “Ready to serve you, King T’Challa.”

He looked you up and down before gesturing to the Audi parked besides you all. You paused for a second, confused. He opened the door, “Get in. We need to ensure all the locations we found on the prisoner.”

You looked down embarrassed, “Oh…right.” Heading towards the passenger side, you heard T’Challa speak again. “We’ll be off to check out the satellite locations, Ayo.”

The king looked over at you, chuckling when he realized you were gawking at the surrounding technical advances made in the vehicle.

“This is…” you stopped mid-sentence.

“Extensively advanced?”

“...fucking awesome. It all looks so space-techy.”

“Space-techy?”

You realized your words and covered your mouth, looking at him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to sound disrespectful!” He chuckled once more before turning on the car. “No worries, I take it as a compliment.” Without further notice, he put a hand on the wheel and began to drive off.

While the two of you were overseeing the satellites pin points, you didn’t notice the stare T’Challa gave you until he spoke up about it.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked.

You looked up from the tablet screen you were overseeing, “W-What?” you stuttered out.

“I asked if you were afraid of me.” Well that was unexpected. You rubbed behind your ear, “What would give you that impression? If it was because of me then I apologize—” he waved off your growing worries with his hand.

“No it’s not because of that. It’s just that you have been squirming and twitching whenever I've spoken to you. You keep conversation short when I ask you something and stutter only when speaking to me.”

Oh.

Trying to come up with an excuse and finding none, you sigh before turning around in your chair. “No, I’m not scared. But I am…” when he didn’t speak up, you took it as a sign to continue. “I am intimidated. Not in a bad way, but in a respectful kind of way.”

The king raised an eyebrow, “In what way would intimidation be deemed respectable?”

You wrung your hands together, looking to the side. “Everything about you looks and is respectable. A literal definition of a king—which you are. Whereas I'm just an awkward agent. And not to mention the whole Nick Fury putting me, of all people, me, to watch over such a powerful person."

You licked your lips before starting again, "I don’t know…it feels like I shouldn't be worthy of such a placement. I mean, you literally have your body guards who would be much better than me—”

He cut off your rambling by standing up. You shut up. Oh god, did you sound disrespectful again?

But T’Challa gave you a reassuring smile. “Well, why wouldn’t it be you? Nick Fury did say you were the best of their agency. He says you have yet to fail at a task. So again why would I intimidate you?” he asked.

Looking away from him, you confessed. “I guess I feel like I'm not…good enough? To be helping you?” He still looks confused. You threw your hands up in the air, “I don’t know! It’s stupid but it makes sense in my head.”

“So in other words…you respect me?” Nodding, you could feel your cheeks warm up.

“A lot, actually.”

Deciding his next words, T’Challa said, “So you like me as a king?”

Covering your face, you felt your body twitch as he pulled up a chair beside you. “I like you as a person as well! I mean I'm sure your a very generous and nice person too! I didn’t mean—”

He gave a genuine laugh this time, “I was only teasing.”

I’m sorry it’s shitty and it literally has no plot :’)

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helpinghanikan · 2 years

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DD Day 6: Sleeping (T'challa)

A king’s work is never done. Even in the middle of the night to the early hours of the morning.

The door is lightly knocked on at least four time a night, and his bracelet chimes at least a dozen. It must be that plant that Keeps T’challa going with his sleep interrupted so much. He hasn’t complained about it, instead asking how you slept in the morning.

“I’m good.” You would lie, not that it ever worked.

T’challa holds your face in his hands when you say this. Not persuaded by your closed mouth smile that was supposed to look cute. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you about all this.”

Just two doors down was a room specifically made for this situation. Smaller than the master bedroom but still nicely decorated, warm furniture and plenty of light. Whether the ruler or their spouse slept in the room was up to the couple. T’challa having made that decision without telling you.

“I can’t stop my responsibilities,” He had explained after dinner. “But I can stop them from affecting you. We’ll still be together, but this way you’ll be able to sleep the entire night.”

Because T’challa was such a stupid gentleman he took the second room. The two of you spending time together in the master bedroom until it got late. T’challa taking the forehead kiss you pulled him close to give without complaint before leaving.

The separation didn’t last longer than two hours. Not that you couldn’t fall asleep (Wakandian sheets make that near impossible) but it felt wrong. So wrong that you didn’t bother trying to walk down the hall quietly. Not caring about the watching guards and walking right into your king’s new room.

You didn’t turn on the light, and he didn’t react to you getting into bed. He only turns his head slightly when you spoon him from behind. Silently asking you for another little kiss.

#reader insert #T'challa x reader #marvel reader insert #domestic fluff #Marvel imagine #Black panther x reader #Domestic December #T'challa is a sweetheart

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songficsbyrissi · 3 years

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Halo (T’Challa x Reader)

Warnings: postpartum depression, angst, fluff, just be ready to feel a lot of things if you decide to read.

“Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby, I can see your halo

You know you're my saving grace” - Beyoncé

A/N: I should be updating my series and fulfilling my requests and doing so many other things, but when a writing idea comes to me, I take it so I don’t fuck around and end up stuck like I was before.

Anywho, you can consider this as part 2 of the “Make A Baby” one shot and I will link it here for anyone who wants to read it.

I suddenly felt the need to write something that discusses PPD and shows that life after a baby is not always rainbows and kittens and having the right partner and people around is very important. I am hoping I conveyed this right. I’m going off stories I’ve read from women who suffered from PPD and my own research. I apologize if I don’t do this topic justice but please know I tried my best. Praying for healthy and safe deliveries for all the future mommies 💖

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It’s the most wonderful day for the kingdom of Wakanda. An heir was born.

Princess Nobomi Udaku entered the world. Her name meaning “life”, she gave that to her family and everyone who knew about her.

Except for the most important person. Her mother.

Your husband King T’Challa fawned over her even more since she was born. She was a perfect mix of you two, having both of your features. T’Challa’s high cheekbones, your smooth brown skin, his tight curls, and your big beautiful eyes. She was perfect, but you looked at her and felt nothing. You couldn’t help the blank expression on your face when she was on your chest, doing skin to skin. It’s not that you didn’t love her. How could you not love her? She’s yours! Shit, you asked for her. You spent 9 months caring and nurturing her, but why did you feel nothing when you looked at her?

T’Challa, being the observant husband he was, noticed the joy you had during pregnancy disappeared once your child actually came that day. Filled with concern, he asked his mother, and she simply replied:

“My son, she spent hours in labor and given birth. She is exhausted. She will be fine.”

By day 2, you had multiple mood swings. You were irritable. You didn’t want to be around your baby, but sad that you weren’t around her. What added to your sadness was you not breastfeeding as much you planned to because you were not producing as much milk as she needed. You were already not bonding with her, but now you could barely do the ultimate bonding activity. It sucked. It hurt.

“Why am I not producing enough milk, T’Challa?!” You questioned him angrily as if he was responsible for your lack of supply.

He was taken aback by your outburst. “I-I do- I do not know, my love, but you will.”

“Get out of here, T’Challa.” You turned your back to him to cry. When he attempted to touch you, you pushed him away.

“I SAID LEAVE!”

He scurried out of the room and went to the doctor monitoring you and Nobomi. The doctor informed the king that you were suffering from “baby blues” which occurs in a lot of women after giving birth.

“You see, my king, the queen’s hormones are very out of order and should return back to normal in a couple of days. If not, then we must be really concerned.”

And he was. Nobomi was now 2 weeks old and still lacking a bond with her mother. You tried your best but Whenever she would cry, you felt agitated. You allowed the housemaids to tend to the baby while you slept….a lot. You didn’t feel like dealing with your own child. What kind of mother feels like that?

I am such a terrible mother. She doesn’t deserve me. You couldn’t help but think every day.

You laid in bed crying into your pillow and T’Challa entered the bedroom, with his heartbreaking into pieces.

“Y/N, what is going on? You’ve barely spent time with Nobomi. She needs her mother.”

You snapped up from the king-size bed with angry tears in your eyes. “Don’t you think I know that?!?! I’m not fucking stupid, T’Challa! I know she needs a mother! But that’s not me!” You scrambled out of bed and ran into your bathroom, locking the door behind you and releasing your sobs to yourself. Your heart was even more agony now that you got confirmation that you were a shitty mother.

T’Challa rested against the bathroom door, listening to your sobs, and felt pain as well. He felt guilty for approaching you like that, but he needed to know what was going on with you. His beautiful baby girl has barely experienced her wonderful mother and he didn’t know why. This wasn’t exhaustion or the baby blues. This was far more severe.

“Honey, I’m sorry for speaking to you in that manner. I am just…very concerned. I can not read your mind and you are not talking to me.”

After a few moments of silence, you opened your mouth to respond.

“I know….I’m sorry. I’m fine. I’m just overwhelmed. That’s all.”

T’Challa held back a sigh of relief. “Just come with me to the nursery to see our baby girl.”

You reluctantly opened the door and took your husband’s hand on the trip to the nursery. The pink and yellow nursery was designed beautifully for a little Princess.

You remembered spending every day in it talking to your belly. It caused you to tear up a bit, but you held back. You and your husband’s faces hovered over the crib where Nobomi was just waking up.

“Hi, my nkosazana.” T’Challa grinned widely, and you could see a hint of a smile on her little face. You forced yourself to say something. You finally breathed out:

“Hey, Nobomi. It’s mommy.”

She stared up at you with the big brown eyes you gave her. You cracked a little bit of a smile and picked her up. You sat down on the rocking chair in the nursery and held her close to your chest. You stared at her as she cooed and still….nothing.

T’Challa received a call on his beads and sucked his teeth. “I have to go, sthandwa.”

Panic spread throughout your body when he spoke those words. “No! You can’t leave!”

“Y/N-“

“I don’t wanna be left alone with her! Please!” You pleaded with tears rushing down your face. Your distress caused the baby in your arms to feel it and begin to wail. “See! I’m hurting her!”

T’Challa quickly swooped in and took Nobomi from you. As soon as he did that, you ran out of the nursery. This caused him to sigh and calm your daughter down. He sadly planted a kiss on her tiny forehead.

“I don’t know what’s going on with your mother, ngelosi yam, but I will find out.”

Once he got Nobomi to drift back to sleep, he called the palace doctor before him. He explained what has happened the first week of Nobomi’s life and how you weren’t the doting mother you all thought you would be.

“The queen is suffering from postpartum depression, my king.”

“I never heard of a thing.” T’Challa was genuinely confused. He did know you were depressed. How could he not? He just didn’t understand why.

“Why is she depressed? We have the child we’ve wanted for a long time. She should be happy.”

“It’s not that she is not happy, my king. Her hormones, her worries, the stress of dealing with a newborn, can all bring upon this depression. Allow me to explain more.”

The doctor continued to go in-depth with explaining how postpartum depression affected new mothers. It gave T’Challa a better understanding of what you were going through. He requested for the doctor to help, but he knew he had to be there for you too.

He came to see you in the bedroom again and no surprise, you were in bed with a despaired look on your face. Once you saw his face, you wanted to die even more. This wasn’t only hurting you, it was hurting him too. It was hurting your baby. He got into bed and after a few moments of silence, he spoke.

“What did you mean when you said Nobomi needs a mother and it’s not you?”

You were shocked he remembered you saying that. You sighed deeply, shaking your head and turning away from him.

“You won’t understand, T’Challa.”

He turned your body back towards him and stared into your eyes. “You’re not letting me understand. We are one, sthandwa. You can not keep pushing me away.”

You gulped hard, fighting back your tears. “I know she’s mine but it doesn’t feel like it and I feel so bad. She deserves a mother that’s happy to be around her and I’m not. I feel nothing! And I don’t understand because those 9 months I spent with her in my belly, I felt so close to her but now she’s actually here and I feel nothing. I’m nothing!”

He grabbed your face. “Do not. Do not say that. You are everything to me and you are everything for her. Do not say you’re nothing.”

You began to cry some more. “How can you even say that? You take to fatherhood so much better than I take to motherhood. She came from me and I’m scared to be around her! Sometimes, I feel like she’s better off without me!”

“Do you truly think that?!” T’Challa unintentionally snapped but calmed down. “You really think any of us would be better off without you? We won’t. Nobomi needs you. I need you. Your kingdom needs you. You have to believe me when I say you are needed.”

You looked down to avoid his eyes. You knew he was telling the truth, but you couldn’t believe it.

“I know you love our little girl. You loved her before she was even created. If you didn’t love her, you wouldn’t be telling me this. You wouldn’t tell me you were afraid to be around her. You love her. You’re just going through a lot right now and you need help. You’ve been telling me this and I’m sorry I have failed to listen but I hear you. I see you. We’re gonna get some help. We are going to get better, I promise you that.”

You were full-on sobbing now, and your husband held you tight. You let out all the emotions you tried so desperately to hold back. “Why do I feel so hopeless?! Why?!”

He rubbed your back in a comforting manner. “I don’t know, my love. But I have your back. We’ll get through this.”

You began counseling, which helped you realize that you weren’t alone. You heard the stories about a lot of women who went through this devil of a disease called postpartum depression. Although a busy king, T’Challa made time to help more with Nobomi and be with you whenever you were with her. Your mother-in-law and your sister-in-law didn’t hesitate to help out as well. Apparently, Ramonda had no idea about PPD, but she experienced it. She didn't get the support you did. Back then, people were convinced it was a spiritual issue. She was determined to learn and help you through it.

Weeks later and a day came that you felt comfortable to be with Nobomi by yourself. You went into the nursery, ready to breastfeed. You learned natural remedies to get the milk coming, so you knew you could do it this time. A housemaid was attempting to calm a restless Nobomi down, and you took your baby from her, dismissing her. She was hesitant and calmly left, but ran for your husband once she was out of your sight.

Nobomi instantly latched on to you and drank from you. Once she was finished and you burped her, she let the most beautiful sound you ever heard. It was a beautiful giggle followed by a smile that was made for you. Suddenly, it all hit you. A rush of happiness, joy, and love came barreling in and you left so many kisses on her face. This is your daughter. This is yours. She’s yours. You knew you loved her with every fiber of your being, but now you finally felt it, and the feeling was pretty damn amazing.

“Is everything alright, my queen?” T’Challa questioned, walking towards the two of you. He had watched the whole scene but decided to act clueless. “You’re crying.”

You nodded, vigorously with a smile on your face. “Yes! I am! Because I’m so happy. T’Challa, I love her! I love her with all of my heart. I love her so much, I don’t think there’s any more space for you.”

T’Challa chuckled, kissing your forehead. “I will….I will try to be ok with that.”

You giggled happily. “You don’t have a choice.” You looked up to see him grinning in admiration, and you couldn’t help, but pull him in a loving kiss.

“I love you, my king.”

“I love you, my queen.”

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