#Shuri would be sick of his shit

[thegirloffans]

I've been seeing snippets and fan art of everyone drawing Nashuri in almost every Studio Ghibli variation. They're lovely and I love them all very much...that being said, I must say I'm quite disappointed that I still have yet to see the crossover between them and Howl's Moving Castle knowing that if ANY Studio Ghibli relationship dynamic represents them to a T, it's that one.

[haechvn]

When I Had The Chance

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Angst. M!rder. Dark!Shuri. Glory. I think. A little Smut. Shuri is sick of this shit.

Summary/Request: can you write the reader getting hurt by Namor and Shuri being mad?

Word Count: 1.05k

Author’s Note:Takes place weeks after Wakanda Forever so beware of spoilers. Anon, I hope you don’t mind but I made this a bit darker than I originally was gonna write. Ahhh. Our baby is a little bit evil. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Her panther claws were covered in blood that clearly wasn’t her own. Shuri launched the dismembered head down on the floor of the throne room, blood from the body part making a nauseating trail as it rolled and rolled until King M‘Baku’s foot ceased its movement . You could hear a pin drop. The room filled with council members and the Doja Moilaje was eerily quiet and still. Never in a million years would anybody have guessed that Princess Shuri would ever commit actual murder, let alone walk around with the proof.

Tattered and bloody wings were found where the sockets for eyes are meant to be, scratch marks littered the entire face of the creature and if you were to just quickly glance, you wouldn’t be able to recognize that the head belonged to none other than Namor, the King of Talokan.

“How many more people,” Shuri taunts, stalking slowly toward the King, glaring at him with eyes filled with nothing but rage and fury, “do I need to lose before this Bast forsaken council chooses to do something to stop this madness? Why do I have to lose and you all don’t?!”

Earlier that day, you had been helping the River tribe watch the waters when Namor attacked. After a far too many conversations with Namora, he concluded that yielding to Shuri made him powerless and weak, striking Wakanda when no one expected it. Having previously met you alongside the Princess, he stabbed you in the same place he did her, knowing the injury would be much more fatal for you and that it would draw the Princess out. He was correct but that mistake is what cost him his life.

The Princess of Wakanda is unrecognizable, eyebrows pointed downwards, jaws clenched beyond measure and her cornrows messy, looking as though one was ripped from her scalp. Chest heaving up and down, Shuri could not control her rage or her running mind, everything moving around her at one hundred miles per second.

“What is the reason for this nonsense,” the Merchant Tribe council member cried out, slamming her staff into the ground demanding an answer. “Do you know the danger you have now put Wakanda in? Eternal war with Talokan just because he hurt your girlfr–.”

Her grating voice stopped as she started grasping at her throat, dropping to her knees in front of the Princess, convulsing in anguish and trying to cry out for help. Her blood seeping through her hands as Shuri watched her choke on the vibranium ring she had thrown at the younger woman. The struggling halted as she fell onto hard ground. Good riddance.

Stepping over her body, Shuri continued her speech. “I don’t believe you all wish to end up like her do you? But after all, you would rather sit on your high horses and watch me die trying to save this country before you step in to help me! Now you will all pay the price for your sins.”

She began hitting herself mercilessly with her black panther suit still intact, mimicking the movementsn and shouts of a mad gorilla. Okoye cried out for the Princess to stop, confused by her overly aggressive gestures but Shuri had already blocked out all the voices around her a long time ago. They went to her mother’s funeral and placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort but that is all that she was given. When she needed them most, she was shunned as the “child” they still deemed her to be. She has seen too much to be considered a child.

It’s a true metaphor really. She had been beating herself up for the longest time for allowing her mothers’ killer to walk away breathing. The same way her coward of a brother did, she thought. She wanted to be different. She wanted to make things right but she couldn’t do that with the council not letting her make her own decisions. Well they are going to hear her now.

Building up enough kinetic energy, Shuri made her way to the middle of the throne room and body slammed the clay red ground, causing an explosion to occur, knocking everyone and everything in the room out of their seats and off their feet. Glass from the decorated cleaning began crashing to the floor as the wall of the palace shook, knocking down the Dora that stood up above from their posts. Screams of terror and pain was all she could hear and that, that brought a smile to her face. She could get used to this type of power.

Standing up and regaining her posture, she begins to yell at the top of her lungs with all of her might.

“From this moment on, I recant my decision to place Lord M’Baku as ruler of Wakanda and I,” whipping around to make sure all of the injured could hear her cries, curls covering her eyes only showcasing her sinister smile, “daughter of T’Chaka and Ramonda, am now the sovereign ruler of this land. Queen of Wakanda! Ready your troops. We invade Talokan at dawn!”

“You like how this feels, my princess?,” slurping you up like a madman, Shuri drove her tongue so deep inside of you, you swore you could feel her touching your heart. “Namor really thought he was going to take this sweet creamy pussy away from me? Hmm. Not on my watch,” she purrs stroking your clit with her index and ring fingers at super speed. She just wanted to bury herself in you and flee from all the problems of the outside world so she brought out an updated version of her vibranium strap, your favorite, and fucked your brains out until you couldn’t take anymore.

After she reached her climax, her anger started to wear off. Who has she become? Feeling the tug of your lips on her neck, she easily snapped out of her intrusive thoughts. She is the Queen of the most powerful nation on this planet and she has given everything but she will be damned if she has to lose you too. Nothing and no one will get in her way and if that means eternal war with the sea, then so be it. If she was able to kill the Takolan God with her bare hands, then his disciples were next.

[desswright29]

Femininity Pt.2

Pairing: Shuri X Reader

Contains: Smut(18+), violence, slight angst, fluff. Shuri being fine af per usual.

Word count: 4,6k

A/n: Thought I’d drop something cute before I destroy y’all with this series lol. Enjoy!

The sun streamed through your floor to ceiling windows, cascading onto the light wood floors.  Setting your beautiful home aglow, as music poured through out the area. With your balcony doors ajar you could hear the waves of the ocean and the smell of the nearby beach took over your home. Today was a beautiful summer day. You’d sent Zah with his grandparents and invited Asia over for brunch. Currently you were frantically trying on outfits that you’d bought specifically for this special day, forcing opinions out of your friend. On edge, nervous excitement filling your body to the brim, as you stepped out of your room once again doing a spin to show off your dress. 

“DAMN!” Asia obnoxiously yells. She sat at the bar in your home pouring a glass of your Double Diamond Oakville Cabernet Sauvignon, giving you a once over. “Asia! This is why you stay uninvited! That’s an expensive ass bottle you’re pouring!” She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Bitch! Aren’t you dating a Queen? I’m sure you can afford it.” Your palms began to sweat at the thought of your very recent relationship status with Shuri. It had been about Two months; but unfortunately almost three weeks after you’d made it official The Black Panther was sent on a mission. Meaning you hadn’t seen eachother since, and only talked sparingly. You’d been worried sick but, you understood that this was a consequence of dating the Queen. “I don’t even care right now. I’m nervous as fuck!” Shuri had returned to Wakanda two weeks ago, and today she was due back in Cali where she would be visiting you and Zah for awhile. 

“Well you’re definitely gonna knock her head back with that dress. Look no further!”

“It’s not too much is it?”

“It’s just enough to get exactly what you’re looking for.” Smirking she looked you up and down. You’re waist length micro loc’s had recently been re-tied and dyed red. You wore them down, completely straight with a middle part. You wore a fresh face, lashes and brows freshly done lips plumped and glossy. A short red, spaghetti strap dress adorned your curvaceous figure. The tie inbetween your breast undone giving a peak at your perky breast. The dress clung to your body, an opening on the left side revealing the supple skin of your waist. Just under your vulumptious ass, a short layer of lace flared out beneath. An ultra thin gold necklace wrapped around your neck with a small S charm dangling from its center. Your body glistened from head to toe. A gold anklet graced your pretty ankle. You were soft, supple, hydrated, and smelled just as good as you looked.

“Ugh! Usually I’d find something smart to say but you’re right! I need it! I’m fiending. At night I get the shakes. Shuri has fucked my entire world up.” You say as you grab a glass and pour yourself some of the expensive red wine. Taking a sip you walk towards the couch as Asia follows you, and takes a seat. “Girl, I can tell you got it bad. You over there shivering and shit. Calm down!” 

“You can see me shaking?”

“Hell yea! You got the couch vibrating” Both of you burst into loud laughter, hitting eachother as you cackled. Quietly, Shuri entered the house with the key you’d given her, hearing the laughter from the foyer, she closed the door and made her way down the wide hallway. Leaning against the wall at the entrance to your living room, she smiled waiting for the laughter to die down. “Looks like I arrived just in time for the party.” Both you and Asia taken by surprise jumped a bit turning behind you at the sound of her voice. 

“Sssshhhiiiittt.” Both of you whispered at the sight of Shuri. Shoulder leaned against the wall, sunglasses perched on her nose, legs crossed, and hands clasped in front of her. Her curls were freshly done, under cut fresh, and she wore an all black silk short set. The top unbuttoned halfway; nothing underneath but a single gold chain the pendant of your initial sitting perfectly between the valley of her small breast. A gold watch on her wrist, her rings glistening on her fingers. Her smile sparkled a little more than you remembered, and upon further inspection you noticed her her canines were gold, the tip of her bottom row of teeth were also covered in gold. GRILLS!! 

You shoved your drink at Asia, hopped over the back of the couch and ran into Shuri’s arms.

“Babyyyyyyy!!” Her arms were open wide, smile as big as the sun as you jumped inside of them. Effortlessly, she catches you by your ass as you wrap your thick thighs around her slim waist, your arms wrapping around her neck. She grabbed a fist full of your hair, planting firm kisses on your cheeks down to your neck. “I missed you so much Shuri” Your eyes watered and voice cracked as you held her tighter, body quivering at her touch, her kiss. Shuri pulled back looking into your eyes. “You crying mama? Don’t cry baby girl. I’m here now. I’m safe.” She wiped at a fallen tear and your lips finally connected in a passionate kiss. 

“Y’all cute as fuck! I want to love somebody like that!” Asia interrupts, from across the room. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes hopping out of Shuri’s arms as she laughed. You turn to face Asia as Shuri pulled you back against her by your waist wrapping her arms around you, chin settling on your shoulder.  “You must be Asia. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yea? Well she can kiss my ass, cause I know she was talking shit.” You smack your lips and Shuri laughs as you stare Asia down. “It’s nice to finally meet you your highness” She came forward extending her hand for a shake and Shuri took it. “No need for the formalities Shuri is just fine.”

“Well Shuri. I was just heading out. I’ll leave you two love birds to your reunion.” She said collecting her things. “Yes, she was.” You said as you remove yourself from Shuri’s arms to help her gather her things. “Uh Uh! Don’t be rushing me out now hoe! Tryna get rid of me to get you’re back br-“

“ASIA PLEASE! For once,filter it!”

“And ion know how to do that!”

“And this is why I talk shit. Bye girl!”

“Bye! Walk me out. It was a pleasure meeting you Shuri.” 

“The pleasures all mine.” Shuri says smiling with a slight laugh, Grills on full display.

“Mm mm mm” Asia says shaking her head walking towards the door. You could hear Shuri chuckle as you walk Asia out. “Girl that woman is fine as fuck. You hit the fucking lottery. Pictures don’t do her justice! No disrespect but my knees went weak when I saw her. Fuuuuck.” 

“Yea you doing a lot. But imma let you slide today. She does look a lil too good.”

“Well you need to go take that for a ride girl. Hell I almost want to stay and watch.”

“Too far. Please leave.” You both laugh and hug and Asia heads home. You release a deep sigh as you close the door. Walking back into the living room, stopping at the sight of Shuri leaned against the back of the couch. Lip trapped between her teeth. “She seems fun” She says. “She aight.” You slowly walk over to her putting an extra sway in your walk as her eyes trailed over your body. A soft groan left her throat. “You look so fucking … Whew baby girl. I don’t have the words.” Your pretty smile spread across your face, blushing as you made it back into your lovers arms. Melting into her as she enveloped you. This felt like home. 

“You’re looking edible yourself Panther. You’re early.” Bending to reach your small stature Shuri rubbed her nose against yours. “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms again entle.” Her hands caressed your curves as her breath grazed over you lips. “Oh yea? And what was the plan from there.” you say removing her shades from her eyes. Sighing from the intensity in her gaze. A chill running down your spine. “I can show you better than I can tell you.” In a second you were lifted back into Shuri’s arms, her lips attached to your neck as she walked around the couch. She sat with you in her lap as you began making out on the couch. Unbuttoning the rest of her shirt as she lifted your dress. The time apart left no room for foreplay you both needed eachother now. Shuri reached between the two of you rubbing your clit over top of your thong. Throwing your head back you grind against her hand. “Oh, fuuuck Shuri” you moaned out. 

“Mmm, is this what I do to you beautiful?” Sliding your panties to the side she slid her fingers through your sopping wet slit. “Oh my God I have to taste it.” You were on your back before you knew it; Shuri hovering over top of you, kissing down your body making her way to your wet mound. She quickly ripped your thong from your body, causing your back to arch. “Oh how I missed you sweet girl.” She spoke into your vagina before diving in. Spreading your lips open she placed a kiss on your clit.  “Oooh, yes! Make me feel good Panther. She’s missed you like crazy.” In response Shuri attached her mouth to your clit sucking on it moving her head up and down, as she moaned. Your hands made their way into her hair as you tugged mouth falling wide open. “Oh God! You’re the best. The fucking best baby!” 

“You taste so sweet baby I need it I missed it so much. I’m thirsty baby. Let me drink it.”

“Mhmm drink me baby! Make this pussy squirt in your mouth.” She added two fingers to your cunt and began to mercilessly pound into your pussy. “Oh Panther! You always know what to do! I-I’m gonna cum! Fuuuck make me cum!”

“MOOOOOMMYYYY!!!” Your eyes widen and Shuri immediately detached from your pussy and hit the floor. “What the fuck” she mouthed at you.  “I don’t know” you mouthed back quickly adjusting your clothes “Hold on Zah!” You yell. “Go to the room. Hurry!!” You whisper yell at Shuri as she spider crawled to the room, To clean your juices off of her, picking up your ripped underwear on the way. She got out just in time as Zahir and his father walked into the room. Your face immediately dropped. “H-hey! What are you guys doing here? How’d you get in?” You’re voice shook a bit. 

“It was unlocked”

Zah’s Father Traves looked around the room as though he was searching for something. You snapped. “Uh hello! That doesn’t mean you can just walk in.” His eyes met yours as a grimace sat on his face. 

“Who you got over here?”

“Don’t start that Trav. Why are you here?”

“Zah, wanted me to see the gauntlet that ‘mommies friend’ made him.” He said putting his fingers up in air quotes. “Who’s mommies friend. And why haven’t I met him before he’s been around my son.” On cue, Shuri reappeared from the room, mugging Traves hard, buttoned up and fresh as though nothing had happened. Zah’s eyes lit up and he ran toward her full speed.

“SHURIIII!!” 

“Zah Zah!! My main man! What’s up little guy! Still working on those muscles I see!” Shuri smiles swooping him up into her arms. Traves watched in shock as his son played with the Queen of a nation. “Yep! I can do a hundred push ups.”

“No you can’t!” Shuri said in playful disbelief. “Uh huh! I can show you!” He said trying to wiggle out of her arms. “Oh yea? I gotta see this. You’ll have to show me later. But, Right now I need you to go up to your room and don’t come down until me or your mommy come to get you. Ok” 

“Yes, ma’am” he said before taking off running to his room. 

“Are you gonna introduce us Y/n?” Trav interrupts. “I know who you are, and I know you know who I am. So that won’t be necessary.” Shuri says, staring him down. She was fully aware of the checkered past of you and Zah’s father and she was not a fan, nor did she intend to pretend to be. Trav looked at Shuri and scoffed. “I know of you. But I don’t know enough about you for you to be around my son.” Shuri chuckles, looking at you. “This guy” she says pointing at him with her thumb.

“Yo, what the fuck is your problem!?” He says stepping forward as Shuri took a step forward as well. 

“I don’t like you. And that’s not as much of a problem for me as it is you.” Shuri calmly states. “This what you doing now y/n. You fucking females, got my son around this dyke. Bout to have him confused.” Shuri laughed, grills glistening in the suns rays. “Scared a woman might be more of a man than you?”

“Just cause you look like one doesn’t mean you measure up”

“Ah Ha! Is that why you’re staring so hard. Y/n I think he’s trying to tell us something. What did that video you were showing me say. *singing* Be who you arrrrree.” Traves clears the room, stepping in Shuri’s face, as she stands there with a smirk on her face. “Oooh, aggressive, I’m shaking.” She states sarcastically.

“Ok, ok! Listen you two! We’re adults. This is stupid!”

“No, Sthandwa. He likes hitting women right? Let him hit me.” Shuri cocked her head to the side, the smirk never leaving her face. 

“Oh that’s what she told you.”

“Nah. That’s what I saw. And I’ve been waiting for your ass ever since”

“Shuri baby. Let it go. He isn’t worth this”

“You’re right. But you and Zah are. So, tell me. Why are you here and why do you have Zah, Because as far as I know y/n has a restraining order against you and you’re only allowed supervised visits.” 

“You should mind your fucking business”

“You haven’t guessed it yet? Y/n and Zahir are my fucking business, and you have 30 seconds to get out of my face and out of this house before I stomp you through the floor.” Your phone began to ring getting you and Traves’s attention. Shuri’s eyes remaining trained on Trav. 

“Yes he’s here….. we’re safe, but how did he get Zah!…. No he’s staying here. Why would you let that happen!…. Just get them sent here!” You hang up. “The police are on their way I suggest you go peacefully so we don’t make a scene in front of Zah. Please.” You finally walked around the couch leaning against the back. Trav looked at you and then to Shuri. He nodded his head and turned to walk out, when suddenly he decides to run over to try and wrap his hands around your throat. In the blink on an eye Shuri had her hands around his throat and he was through the living room wall with Shuri right in top of him. 

“Fuck!” You yell, as Zah came running from the room crying. You run to comfort him and sheild his eyes. Shuri’s eyes were wild as she choked the life out of Traves. 

“Are you fucking crazy!” She yelled at his unconscious body. “Shuri don’t kill him! Don’t kill him! Not infront of Zah!” Snapping out of it she stood up dusting the drywall residue off of her. “I’ll get it replaced nkosazana.” She walks over and grabs Zah from your arms as he cried. “I’m sorry, I scared you little man” she says as she sits on the stairs holding him. The doorbell rings and there was a knock on the door. “Police!!”

“Take him upstairs please”

“I got him.” She says, carrying him up the stairs. Opening the door you let the police in to get Trav. “What happened here ma’am?” They asked. “Um He got a bit belligerent and fell through the wall” You say quickly coming up with an excuse to cover Shuri’s ass. They looked at you skeptically but proceeded to arrest him and escort him off of the property. “What the fuck was that” you say to yourself as you walk up the stairs to check on Shuri and Zah. Opening the door your heart melts at the sight infront of you. Shuri lay in the bed with Zah on her chest she sang him a song in Xhosa as he fell asleep. The sunset cast an orange glow throughout the room, pouring over your son and your girlfriend. You’d never felt more safe and protected than you had in that moment. Closing the door you head down stairs to clean up the mess. 

After a while you hear shuffling on the stairs. Looking up you see Shuri headed down. You continue clearing the wine glasses from the living room table. You try to walk straight past her to the kitchen but she grabs your arm pulling you into her. “Are you mad Ubusi? I’m so sorry I’ll get it fixed. I just got so angr-“ the glasses in your hand fell to the floor and you grabbed Shuri by the collar of her shirt smashing your lips into hers. She hungrily returned the kiss. Her fist bunching up the fabric in the back of your dress. You pull away looking into her eyes.

“Thank you so much Shuri. I’ve never felt so safe, so protected in my life. I-I’m so sorry about all this, this definitely was not the plan for you to have to come into this bullshit today. I understand if you don’t want to have to deal with this. I already have a child I know you don’t need all of this baggage. I don’t want to be a burden.” You start to break down in her arms. 

“Hey, hey” She takes your chin in her pointer finger lifting your head up to her. “When did I suggest that you were a burden?” You try to look down and her grip tightened on your chin. “No, no. Look at me and you listen. Listen to me good. It will never. NEVER be an issue for me to protect what I love. And I loooove you. And I loooove Zah. And you can put a frame around that hole in the wall to represent the bare minimum of what I’d do to anybody who has the gall to threaten my family. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will be my wife one day and I’m going to treat you as such. So get used to being loved and protected like you never have before. I’d move mountains for you umfazi. You’ve got to know that.” As this fine specimen of a woman reassured you of her commitment to you and your son only one thing ran through your mind. 

“Fuck me Shuri” Shuri’s head canted back in surprise but a slow smile spread across her face. Those beautiful grills showing themselves again. “You want me to fuck you?” She said licking her lips. You nod. “Hard and long make me cum over and over again. Take care of me Shuri.” Her eyes darkened and her nostrils flared as she licked her bottom lip nodding. “Gladly.” She picked you up carrying you to the room. As soon as the door closed you began shedding Shuri’s clothes. Unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. You couldn’t wait to see her undressed in all her naked glory. Attaching yourself to her neck you begun to suck, kiss, and lick all over her. You wanted to taste her, to feel her, hell to live in her skin. 

Removing yourself from her arms you kissed her while walking her back towards the bed. “C-can I be in control for awhile. I want to make you feel good.” Shuri raised a brow, smiling at the irony of the question. “Just do it sthandwa.” You took her by her waist and positioned her on your lap to straddle your thigh. Once on top of you she pulled your dress over your head allowing your breast spill out. Tossing your dress to the side she began to grind into your thigh as you flexed it and sucked on her breast. “Ssss oooh” She moaned as you grab her hips guiding her thrust. She began tugging and pinching on your nipples while nibbling on your ear. Your hands were all over her body as she began to ride you with fever. “Mmmmm undenza ndizive kamnandi (you make me feel so good)” She whispered in your ear. Whimpering, her hot breath caressing your skin. “You take such good care of us mama, I want to make you feel good baby girl, I want to make you cum. I want to take care of you too baby. I can take care of you too.” Shuri’s hips stuttered before she picked up her pace. Throwing her head back and grabbing her one of her breast. “Oooo YES! Take care of me bhabha (baby)” Grabbing her ass and squeezing you ask “You gonna cum for me?”

She nods biting her lip “mhmm”. Watching Shuri unravel for you made you swell with pride. Allowing her to release herself from her protectiveness allowing her to set aside masculinity and be treated like the pretty pretty princess she was made you feel…. Powerful. You smack the side of her ass “Cum pretty girl. Cum for me so I can taste you.” A high pitched groan fell from Shuri’s mouth as she began to release on your thigh. Her body shook as you sucked her whole breast into your mouth moaning. “inkosazana entle (pretty Princess)” You say once she calms down from her orgasam. She shivered hearing you speak to her in her native tongue. Her eyes were glazed over in bliss as she succumbed to you. Allowing you to easily lie her on her back. You hover over top of her and slowly kiss her lips. “I love you Shuri Udaku” you whisper. “I love you too sooo much y/n l/n.” She sounded so soft, so feminine. You smile and began kissing your way down her body. Getting on your knees on the side of the bed you pull Shuri to the edge and begin to dive in. You lap at her clit and she starts climbing up the bed running in over stimulation. You grab her thighs pulling her back to you. “Mm mm, no running baby” 

You open your mouth wide and take her entire pussy inside your mouth and suck. Sucking all the cum off of her pussy. You open her pussy lips with a long stripe of the tongue and then focused on her clit. Grabbing a hand full of your locs she began grinding her pussy into your face. You opened your mouth and moved your head in circles allowing her to use your face to get off. “Uhn oh fuck y/n I’m gonna cum again. Oh Bast, Oh Bast, You feel her thighs shaking above your shoulders. You give her a muffled “uhhuh” and she immediately gushes onto your face. You clean her up with your mouth and come up to give her a kiss. She looks up at you like you moved heaven and earth and you get lost in her beautiful brown eyes. Her hands traveled down your body to your bare soaking wet pussy. Running her fingers through your folds she closes her eyes and hums as she adds two fingers. You began to grind riding her fingers like a dick as she pumps in and out of you. 

Suddenly she sat up. Standing with you in her arms. She walked to the closest wall “I think you’re ready for me now.” Pressing her kimoyo bead earring, her strap materialized and she slowly sunk it into you. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she grabbed your ass pressing you harder onto her strap. Both your heads lulled forward foreheads connecting as she began to move. Bouncing you up and down her shaft by gripping your ass cheeks. 

“Shuri! Yes!” She pressed you harder against the wall. Taking you by the back of your knees she held you wide open pressing your legs back into the wall she drilled into you. Your mouth fell open as you began to fill full. Your body reaching the brink of explosion. 

“Hmmmm, fuck me, fuck me Shuri. F-fuck me!”  You grunted tears streaming down your face as she set an unimaginable pace, placing your legs up on her shoulders and using the wall for balance. She got deeper slowing her strokes to a slow roll. “ndive mntanam (you feel me baby), Deep inside you. I’m trying to touch your heart. Can you feel it?” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as saliva comes out of the side of your mouth. Shuri chuckles and picks up the pace. “Oh you love this shit. You like when mommy takes care of you? Hm you like watching me put a man through a wall for you don’t you? It makes that pussy leak huh?” 

“Yes I love it! It’s sexy as Fuck. FUUUUCKKK! I’m cumming baby!” You began creaming all over Shuri’s strap. Body convulsing but she didn’t let up. “Just the thought got you cumming like that?” She walked you over to your vanity knocking everything off of it. Taking you off of her strap only for a second before she turned you around and pressed your breast against the cool surface of the vanity and entered you from behind. Grabbing your hair she pulled your head back forcing you to look at you two in the mirror. You watched her chain slap against her chest with each stroke, making your pussy clench around her. “Look at how sexy we are together. How I got your body trembling baby you needed me huh?” You nod. “Nuh uh, ndiphendule mntanam (answer me baby)”.  

“Got damnit yes! I’m a fiend for it Shuri! You fuck me so good!”

“Ooo I like that shit.” In response you throw one of your legs up onto the vanity and start to toss your ass back at her slapping it against her firm stomach causing it to recoil. Shuri lost her mind. “Myyyy Baaaast!! Throw that shit back for me. Oh my Bast. You should see this shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” 

“Fill me up Panther! Give me that cum!”She reached around your body and began rubbing your clit digging deeper inside of you with her strap as she got closer to her peak. “Oh Fuck mama, I’m gonna explode!” Simultaneously you both had explosive releases. Shuri’s legs gave out as you both fall to the floor. You fall beside her and you both lay staring at the ceiling catching your breath. 

“That was fucking AMAZING.” You say dreamily. “Hell yea.” Shuri agreed. You turn and position yourself on top of her lying on chest. “You’re on a roll today with destroying shit though” You say pertaining to all of your makeup items that had been on your vanity. Shuri laughs, “We’ll go shopping tomorrow sweet girl.” A few beats pass before she breaks the comfortable silence. 

“ndizakwenza umfazi wam (I’m going to make you my wife)”

[noxx-33i]

Hello I have come to word vomit RGB trio thoughts and headcanons. Beware some of these will probably be nonsensical and not in order.

I think skate has the worst fashion taste out of the three. I can't say much on this though cause I also have an atrocious sense of fashion/lh

Boombox and to an extent Skate talk in 80's slang. Like radical, bodacious, hella, etc. 80's coded boombox just lives in my head rent free and i can't kick him out/silly

Their alcohol tolerance from lowest to highest goes: Skate, BB, Sling

BB and Skate crash at Slingshot's place ALL the time. At this point even Shuri and Vine are used to them just random showing up

^^continuing this I think they like to enter through anywhere but the window. Most especially Skate. BB at the very least is willing to act like a Normal person and use the door SOMETIMES. Skate however if he uses the door you'll bet that he's going in on his board. Whether or not he immediately crashes and breaks something inside is another thing/lh

Sometimes they'll just have Katy Perry Sessions with Shuriken. Like literally just listening to Katy Parry. Don't. Don't ask why I don't know either/lh

^^they have California Gurlz memorized.

If one of them does a crime none of them are snitching. If one goes down they all go down if one admits to it the other two will admit to it too. No bro left behind/silly

Sling is the smartest academically in their group and is probably the best at math. Not saying he's a prodigy im just saying BB and Skate are probably dumb as shit with math /lh+aaff

Sometimes Skate likes to record his Sick Moves™ and sometimes it would Also be in a place he proooobably shouldnt be in so Sling and BB take turns being on either camera duty or watch duty. Whether either of them are good at it is a different discussion/silly

Skate was caught stealing by the police once but BB was there and somehow he managed to trick them into believing he was Skate's lawyer and that he did not steal anything. Sling watched from the distant absolutely flabbergasted

Sling prices his menu very high and whenever someone asks he's just like "Oh yk, inflation!" and somehow it always works

they like setting fireworks off at night. Sometimes BB can't come cause he's too tired from work or something tho so

Despite Slingshot being the most academically smart in the group Boombox is the one who would hesitate when given a big shiny red button that could nuke Crossroads. Sling and Skate would see a shiny red button and go "ooo shiny" then BOOM!!!! /silly

idk if you want this but I have an au with my friend using the skins ingame (and some we made up for it hehe) where Snowboard and Rainbox were highschool best friends and they would get into shenanigans together like light theft (Rain is the distraction), parties maybe, etc andddd I love them very much

Snow in the au has canonically tried to rizz up a girl (in High School) only to bag her boyfriend AND her brother

^^The au takes place years later when Snowboard is in college (in Blackrock college cause there's no faction wars in this au) and when he comes back he finally meets Cozyshot who is Rain's roommate and erm my friend likes skateshot so I think you can tell what happens next (GAY PEOPLE) /silly

Okay im gonna stop rmabling now have a good day silly muah/p

IM GONNA RAMBLE TOO AND Oh my god ur so right on the first one.

SKATE HAS TERRIBLE FASHION SENse. I can smell it. Hes so sweaty he doesnt care ab his looks too much but bb would say "youre not going out like that

YES I AGREE. Boombox is stuck in the 80s and he doesnt want to leave. Im actually picking up these habits i wanna say rad so bad.

Skate being the lowest is the funniest shit wver bc i love bullying his ass. Did you tell i put NO EFFORT in his stupid hc reveal HEELP

I FEEL LIKE ONE DAY THEY MIGHT GET A SECRET HANGOUT PLACE… like fully furinisjed and with ac and all that fancy shit. How? Idk illegally? They probably have board games and dnd sessions with trusted friends who keep the place a hush

Bro theyre not normal they will never be normal… "GUYS HOW DID YOU GET IN" // "We lock picked your door" // "WHAT THE FUCK"

> lowkey skate would learn lock picking for fun and hed get so good at it he would be tempted to steal more stuff

>> that being said.. rob the bank?/ref

LOWKEY i feel like bb was a nerd in his younger years but grew out of it… he would probably like science facts and everyone thinks hes smart but hes not.. AND YES sling being math smart is so real teehee. Hes the expenses guy but also cant stop himself from spending more than he needs to

Skate n BB would get into so much trouble but no one can ever find them guilty in some fucking way and it makes the authorities so mad

Ironically id like to think Zuka easily catches them doing dumb shit but he doesnt care enough to report it

Sling has probably done tax evasion one or two times.. or more….

Ok cute hcs to vomit out… with ur mention of tired boombox i feel like sling and skate would immediately go to bbs place and crash not in a chaotic way but like ogghd.. ÖIKE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER BY GIVING SNACKS OR MASSAGES TO HELP HIM LOSE STRESS

Literally any time one of the RGB members get their vibes off its instantly to care land bc bcbc bc 😞😞🙁🙁😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 *sobbing crying throwing up* theyr besties 😭😭 this xan be both platonic or romantic i legit do not care i love BOTH

With that in mind i feel like whenever skate and bb crash over sling would have a few of their favorite pastries from his cafe saved in his fridge… like dog treats LMAOO

This is likge.. dog-cat-dog relationship… but all are chaotic as fuck /silly

YOUR AU SOUNDS SO SILLY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE!!!! I WANNA DRAW EVEN.

that au makes me think of sling with glasses for some reason… i need to draw so bad….!!!!;!2!

And they were roommates /ref+j

[bizzybkd]

Cornbread Pt. 3

Killmonger x pregnant! reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bodily fluids, mentions of C-Section

As the people around you hustled you for information, it felt like needles had been stuck into your back. Down your spine and into your pelvis, you must have sat up too fast.

You looked down at your hands for a moment and could’ve sworn you faintly felt where your hand had been kissed. It felt surreal, like just closing your eyes would bring you back to it. But a feeling deep in your gut told you it was much much deeper than that.

Your fiancé eventually calmed himself down and grabbed you by your face, fed up with the lack of answers and how he wasn’t used to this silence of yours. Even early in the morning seven months pregnant you would be loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

He held your face in his calloused, colossal hands and made you look at him, drawing you from your thoughts that had caged you.

“(Y/n). I need you to answer me now.” He began, taking a breath and removing his hands from your face to your hands. “What the hell happened to you?”

You stared at him for a moment before taking a breath.

“You really needed a breath mint.”

Several check ups and ultrasounds later, Shuri deemed your perfectly okay, you had no internal issues besides the compression of important organs due to the size of your baby. The lack of bladder control had told you months ago. But you and Erik were more than happy to hear your child was in good health, and Erik made it his mission to make sure you never forgot the face you made before you passed out. “You looked like a ghost being sucked into a vacuum.” He says.

“Hopefully you don’t pass that face into my son, Ma.” He added, walking with you on his arm through the capital of Wakanda, enjoying the atmosphere and the beautiful scenery and shops.

“I hope you don’t pass on those pubes on your upper lip to my son, ‘Pa’.” You shot back, smirking softly as you bumped his hip.

He let out a laugh and went to do it back, but you pulled yourself back which only sent him too far to the left, putting him in front of you. You let out a hearty laugh and put your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward with your head down and bent over.

He turned around and grabbed your hands until you let out a gasp and he immediately became serious, thinking he grabbed your hands too tight he released them. But the sudden splash on the paved street between your legs, dousing the robe you wore and your legs in fluid told him his grip on your hands was the last of your worries.

“Erik—“ you began, cutting yourself off with a pained groan. You grabbed under your stomach and let out an even more pitiful whine, your fiancé frozen for a split second before he bent down and picked you up bridal style.

“Shit you do this now?” He asked, walking quickly against the crowds and back to the castle, using his kimono bracelet to call his cousins and Aunt.

You gave him a glare and grabbed his hair. You’d have cursed him out if your lower back and stomach didn’t feel like you were going to burst.

You’d always known Erik was squeamish to bodily fluids outside of orgasms and blood. Your morning sickness in the toilet bowl when he would accidentally walk in unannounced to brush his teeth taught him that quickly. So despite his over coming of disgust as he carried you which you appreciated, he couldn’t help but make faces at the sticky wet sounds from your robe and the fluid against his skin.

The Dora Milage eventually came to his rescue, taking you safely and onto a bed that would be rushed into the hospital and nursery rooms of the castle. T’Challa was the first to catch up, as he had been in a meeting that he was able to wrap up in order to not miss the delivery of his nephew. Shuri and Romanda were busy with the border tribe and M’Baku. Official business you assumed. Well, before the delivery of your child and the pain throughout your body and the sudden sensory issues you had with the robe sticking to your wet skin filled your head.

Erik followed despite the attempts of the Dora Milage to stop him from entering the hospital.

“Let him in!!” You cried, letting out a cry of pain right after as you were put onto a new bed and nurses rushed in. They prepped you quickly, giving you fluid after fluid to drink and to have injected. Epidural wasn’t on your mind unfortunately, but it didn’t really matter either, as after you were prepped, the doctor could tell by previous ultrasounds and the state you were in that a C-Section was needed.

You felt uneasy at the idea of being cut open, sitting yourself up on the last bit of adrenaline you had left.

Erik rushed to your side, fear in his eyes and his sleeve drenched. He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest as his other hand gently pushed you back to lay down. “No, no, lay your ass down.” He told you. “It’s gonna be okay, Babygirl, please, don’t overexert yourself. We can make another baby but no one can make another you. If a c-section is what you need then I’ll be damned before I let any doctor fuck that up.” He grabbed your hand with both of his hand kissed the back of it, putting your hand to his forehead and mumbling. Praying to Bast you assumed.

Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, grabbing his hand back as your other hand gripped the sheets, squeezing his hands as pained cries filled the room.

Erik couldn’t help but let out tears, you were in pain. He couldn’t stand it no matter how much he knew he couldn’t do anything to help. He kisses your hand over and over again until a mask was put over your nose and mouth.

Geez, if you were a member of the Avengers, your name would definitely hav to be black out.

Hours- no, days passed. Your son was delivered safely and you had been successfully sewn up, with some proper healing, the scar would never be visible. And seeing as you hadn’t woken up just yet, you definitely gave yourself a headstart on the recovery.

Erik sat at your bedside, holding M’Jabe to his chest in one arm as the other held up his tired head. He was clean, free from your broken water and in an outfit you’d have guessed T’Challa gave him to wear. M’Jabe was much like his father already, he was born 9 pounds 2 ounces and with a full head of curly brown hair. He was brown skin, but of course, when he first popped out Erik questioned if it was really his child. He’d be damned before he was that light skinned.

Aside from the outspoken features, M’Jabe was born with your nose and Erik’s eyebrows and lips. He’d even developed a birth mark on his arm similar to the one on yours. He was Erik’s mini him with the love of his life mixed in, he couldn’t have been happier.

“M’Jabe, tell your mother to wake up, already.” He mumbled, letting out a sigh as the heave of his chest made his son stir. He rubbed his back gently to calm him back down again.

“Don’t…” you mumbled, making your fiancé jump and whip his head in your direction, you looked back at him with tired eyes and a matching tired smile on your face. “… tell me what to do, Erik… or M’Jabe…” you chuckled.

With a quick sloppy, wet and much needed kiss planted on your dry lips, Erik laughed and called in nurses to look you over, putting his son back into his crib and waited patiently for you to be taken care of.

Despite having a C-section, your lower region had torn about a centimeter or two and you needed a few stitches. You wondered how early Erik’s beefy gene had occurred in him to have started so early in your son. You were properly cleaned and looked over, deemed needing to stay in the hospital for about a week or so more, just to make sure you were truly okay and for them to give you the green light to walk again and leave.

M’Jabe was beautiful, and tears filled your eyes as you looked him over in your arms, he had Erik’s eyes and what you recognized to be your face shape. You grinned and held your baby close, kissing his forehead gently, it wasn’t long before the room was filled with your in-laws running in.

“Nephew!!” Shuri cheered, standing by your bed with stars in her eyes as she looked down at the baby. She reached to touch his head and Romanda swatted her hand away, giving her a disapproving look and scolding her in Xhosa. You let out a soft laugh as Shuri whined and held her hand, stepping back as T’Challa stepped forward.

“He’s gorgeous.” He said with a smile. “I have no doubt he’ll be powerful like his father. And his Uncle of course.”

“Aye, watch it.” Erik warned him, pointing a finger at him as you laughed.

“Oh he definitely will be, with his father watching over him anyway.” You added, rocking your child softly.

Romanda walked over with a soft smile and a gasp at the sight of her grandchild, looking over his face as she put her hands to hover over his head and say a small prayer over your child. Once she finished, she cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Thank you for my first grandchild. He’s beautiful.”

You smiled and nodded to her, more than happy for her words. M’Jabe stirred in your arms and as you looked down at him, you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils slit for what was a split second. But just as fast as they thinned they widened, smiling up at his mother.

You couldn’t have asked for a better title.

(Sorry this took so long! Been busy with personal stuffs lol, next part soon!!! - BIZZYBKD)

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: black panther: wakanda forever

good lord i’m already sobbing this whole funeral scene is touching my heart

where’s nakia?

the dora are so badass

shuri trying to act like she’s okay when she’s clearly still grieving :(

what the…

“if your muscle brains were present they would still be there choking on their fuzzy adornments” “you bald headed demon” TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE M’BAKU IS SO FUNNY ?!(&48*%#

“m’baku, what would you have us do?” “we should find the fish man and kill him” THE SILENCE AFTER HE SAID THAT FUCK

“so, when are we leaving so i can see my favorite colonizer?” i love shuri so much 😭😭

“you didn’t think to call?” “now why would i have your number?” pls okoye’s so funny

this isn’t at all important to the plot but shuri looks so fucking fine in that purple outfit and those shades leaning up against the car

okoye freaking out about the way she looks 😭😭

not it only taking me a fucking split second to start shipping shuri and riri fkgjvjdn their chemistry goes crazy

“aw shit, am i being recruited?” “no.” riri’s face pls she looked so embarrassed

THIS SHURI, RIRI AND OKOYE SCENE IS SO CHAOTIC I’M CRYING REAL TEARS

“YOU NEED TO BE CONSCIOUS OF THE WAY THAT YOU LOOK, WALKING AROUND HERE WITH ALL THAT ASH ON YOUR HEAD” ?&876$&*#<?£

“you got this!!!” “mm, with your heater” 😭😭

shuri, riri and okoye is a dangerous team up i’m obsessed with how badass they all are

OH SHIT RIRI????

i never wanna hear okoye scream shuri’s name like that ever again my God

DID THEY JUST KILL OKOYE???? WHAT THE FUCK

oh she isn’t dead okay i almost started sobbing

i thought okoye screaming shuri’s name the first time was bad but this time was so. much. worse.

MY GOD I NEVER THOUGHT RAMONDA WAS DIRECTING THAT SPEECH TO OKOYE I FEEL SICK

that scene broke my heart

NAKIA 🫶🏻

“it’s been six years since you left us” does that mean her and t’challa didn’t stay together after the first movie? cause i assumed they had gotten married. also her not going to the funeral explains why shuri kept ignoring her phone calls

“princess leia, belle from beauty and the beast, that white shit” 😭😭

whew that backstory was intense

“or you can wear a suit :D” lmao??

aside from the fact that namor literally kidnapped shuri, he’s a grown ass man who looks old enough to be her dad why would anyone ship them…

“he suffered in silence” God, i am not your strongest soldier

i’m sorry but namor is insane like he really thinks killing everyone’s gonna solve his problem? be calm.

“you said you wanted to burn the world, let us burn it together” uh i think the fuck not you trick ass bitch

“riri williams is a child prodigy who was running circles around all of her professors” tony stark’s daughter🫂

i don’t know who namor thinks he’s talking to like that??? if he don’t back tf up from ramonda

“the spy saves wakanda once again. the queen will reward her with lifetime banishment, i’m sure” m’baku is such an asshole skdjgjvjcns

“he was king and black panther to everyone. but to me…he was everything. my t’challa.”

WHAT THE SHIT

“you just hung up the queen.” “i just hung up on my mom. there’s a difference.” 😭

m’baku lifting up that person and throwing them around like a rag doll shouldn’t have been so hot

if m’baku dies…🔪

wakanda’s the most powerful country in the world and they’re being taken down by fucking fish?

FUCK NAMOR AND FUCK THE WRITERS THIS IS SO SICK

they’ve taken everything from shuri man what the hell

how can you kill off angela bassett…

“so now you have to hear from a child who scoffs at tradition” love this callback, hate the circumstance.

“i just buried the last person who truly knew me. my heart was buried with her” MOTHERFUCKER

seems like the writers decided that for the final part of this movie they’d just make everybody cry

shuri’s gonna put on that suit and it’s gonna break me for real

“so who taught you how to do all that you know?” “my big brother” GOD

is that motherfucking killmonger?!

not them making me laugh while simultaneously making me cry my eyes out

“can i get some of that, too?” 😭😭

shuri in the suit 🥹 t’challa would be so proud ☹️

“it is not what she would have wanted for you. it is not what i want” what if i cry????

“her dreams. her hopes for me…it doesn’t exist. it doesn’t matter.” my eyes are gonna be swollen by the end of this movie good lord

the way m’baku was looking at shuri after her outburst ☹️

“it will consume you.” “it already has.” this is not what i wanted for shuri i’m devastated.

“for the queen”

“that’s can’t be good.” you think?

OH MY GOD

they lost so many people ☹️

shuri fixing riri’s car oh they’re girlfriends

i’ve had enough of namor

“colonizer in chains…now i have seen everything” LMFAOOO I LOVE OKOYE SO MUCH

my God this moment of silence for t’challa/chadwick with these scenes of him…i’m a wreck. he’s so so missed.

HE HAS A SON OH MY GOD I’M SOBBING

no cause in bp 1 king t’chaka said “a man who has not prepared his children for his own death has failed as a father.” and nakia just said “your father, your baba, prepared us for his death, didn’t he?” i am a mess. t’challa was such a good man.

he’s so precious 🥹

“my name is prince t’challa, son of king t’challa”

this movie was such a beautiful tribute to chadwick and i absolutely love it 🫶🏻

[starksvinyls]

Title: Silent Language of Grief Rating: Gen Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Tags/Warnings: Grief/Mourning, Missing Scene Summary: While spending some time down in Delacroix, Bucky finds out about T'Challa's death. Notes: for the "Missing Scene" square on my @buckybarnesbingo card.

AO3 Link

Bucky walked out to the end of the dock and then paused, staring out over the water. The anguished yell that broke out of him echoed across the water, causing birds in the distance to startle and take off. All Sam could do was watch on, helplessly. He was trained in grief counseling, he’d been good at that job. But he wasn’t really sure what to say to Bucky right now. 

They had been in the kitchen, Sam cooking dinner for Sarah and the boys. The TV was on in the living room, playing the news as background noise while he shot the shit with Bucky. 

The super solider had just taken a swig of his beer when the news anchor said, “We have breaking news, we just received word that King T’Challa of Wakanda has died this week.” 

Sam dropped the knife on the cutting board and grabbed a dish towel to wipe his hands as he followed Bucky to the living room to see the news report. The anchor went on to say that the King had been ill, and that Queen Ramonda would ascended the throne in place of her son. 

Before Sam could say anything, Bucky was out the door, screen door slamming behind him as he thundered down the porch steps. Sam was hot on his heels, needing to make sure Bucky didn’t do anything that would risk his probation - he was so close to being done with their bullshit restrictions, Sam didn’t want him getting more time added. 

He watched from the front lawn as Bucky stalked down the path towards the small dock they shared with the neighbors. His heart clenched hearing Bucky yell like that. He hadn’t even reacted like that when Steve…

Sam made his way to where Bucky was standing and stopped next to him. The dock swayed under his feet, the two flimsy metal motor boats bobbing where they were tethered to the dock. They were close enough that their arms brushed, but Sam didn’t make a move to actually touch the man. The sun was setting, a warm orange glow cascaded over the tress, reflecting off the water and casting Bucky half in shadow. 

“He was one of the only people who was willing to help me,” Bucky murmured. “He’s the one who gave me the moniker of White Wolf.” 

Neither said anything for a few minutes. Sam wasn’t really sure what to say, years of experience working with trauma and grief stricken vets seemed to just vanish in the face of his friend’s grief. But maybe words weren’t necessary, Bucky had been a man of little words since Sam had met him, and he noticed that often small gestures were more appreciated by the man. 

Sam brought his hand up and clapped it on Bucky’s shoulder, giving a firm squeeze - silent support. Bucky swayed an inch, leaning into Sam’s orbit. 

“I didn’t even know he had been sick…I should call Ayo, Shuri,” Bucky murmured. 

“There’s no rush, man,” Sam replied. “They’ll understand if you need a couple days.”

“I know.” 

A car door shutting pulled their attention, both turning to see Sarah getting the boys out of the car. She was looking over at them, and Sam knew the exact concerned look that would be creasing her forehead.   

“C’mon, man,” Sam turned back towards the house. “Let’s go finish dinner and let AJ and Cass talk our ears off.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, eyes still focused out on the horizon. He squeezed his hands into fists, relaxed them, and then turned to follow Sam. 

[themculibrary]

Fics With Titles That Start With H Masterlist 2

part one

haha, jk (ao3) - relenafanel steve/bucky T, 13k

Summary: (A tale of Not Unrequited Love)

Steve: I love you. Bucky: oh no. (and other fallacies)

Bucky learns to never say never when it comes to the effect his best friend can have.

Half a Minute and Thirty Seconds (ao3) - mrasaki clint/phil T, 18k

Summary: He's not hiding, he's on vacation. (and adopted by a dog.)

Hands of Clay (ao3) - Mhalachai steve/bucky M, 425k

Summary: James Barnes leads a busy life as a single working father in New York. But when his childhood best friend Steve Rogers falls back into his life, James will have to re-learn what love, friendship and family are really all about.

Happier (ao3) - capsiclewidow steve/natasha T, 21k

Summary: She’d done worse things, she reasoned. She’d murdered innocent people, ruthlessly and carelessly. All for the glory of the Red Room and Mother Russia and Hydra. This would hardly be the worst thing she’d ever done.

She was Natalia Romanova. The Red Death. The Slavic Shadow. The deadly Black Widow. She’d done terrible, unforgivable things. She was a monster and a ruthless killer. It’s what she did, who she was and who she’d always be.

So yes, she could do this. She could hurt arguably the most kind, noble, good person who ever lived.

She could break Steve Rogers’ heart.

Hate doesn't even describe it (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 153k

Summary: Steve hated Natasha. Natasha hated Steve. Everything was fine until their parents decided to fuck shit up for them...

Heat of the Night (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky, clint/natasha/sam, bucky/alexander M, 186k

Summary: Based on this prompt: Steve is a cop. Bucky is the kept boyfriend of the super rich bad guy. Bucky doesn’t really have any information because his sole job is to look good when they go out. But he gets Steve’s card and he calls him and Steve meets him for lunch and coffee and dinner and Steve knows this could be a bad thing. He knows Bucky could be a trap. But the way he talks, how he smiles at Steve, laughs like it’s a sound he’s not used to making...Steve thinks he could be worth it. Steve thinks he could be worth everything.

Heat Stroke (ao3) - cleo4u2, xantissa steve/bucky E, 243k

Summary: Captain America and the Winter Soldier meet for the first time in 2015. Now Bucky, after years of torture at Hydra's and more as a prisoner of S.H.I.E.L.D., is being given the chance to gain his freedom. All he has to do, is complete a mission with a team he can't stand while following the orders of yet another pompous, controlling Alpha. Steve thinks he can get his team through their most difficult mission to date, so long as he can get the smell of the Winter Soldier's heat out of his nose.

Here, There and Everywhere (ao3) - SailorChibi peter/tony, happy/pepper T, 4k

Summary: When Steve, Natasha and Scott showed up at the cabin to talk to Tony, he wasn't exactly there.

Heroes are Easy, People are Hard (ao3) - Halbereth, Lorien steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 152k

Summary: Shuri and Wanda cleared Bucky's triggers shortly after Killmonger's attempted coup, and he and Steve went on the run. But it turns out there's more to "fixing Bucky's head" than "getting Hydra out of it." When a group of rogue scientists manage to neutralize the serum and make Steve very sick--pre-serum "this is bad" kind of sick--and they're cut off from contact with Wakanda, Bucky knows only one person with resources to help.

He calls Tony and surrenders on the condition that Tony tries to help Steve.

From there, it's basically three variously messed-up guys’ trajectories from "This Is Fine", "Reasonably Speaking I Know It’s Fine", "I Will Be Fine With It" to actually being fine, guest-starring a far-better-adjusted teenage boy who climbs walls, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird, two women with a keen sense of the absurd, and Bruce, the Zen master of “it’s fine that it’s not fine.”

Add in the fact that Bucky's been secretly in love with Steve since the thirties and things only get harder. Learning to be a person is the hardest thing Bucky Barnes will ever have to do--but he's got company along the way.

History's Gayer Than You Think (Or So MJ Says) (ao3) - lattely (orphan_account) steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker has never witnessed a proposal. Until one day, he finds himself inches away from history building itself with the help of a ring box, when all he was up for was watching a movie.

Hit The Bottom (ao3) - The_Lady_smaell bruce/tony T, 11k

Summary: Tony is used to being able to get out of situations because he is 'Tony Stark: Billionaire,Genius, Playboy, Philanthropist.' But happens when all that is stripped from him and he truly 'Hit's the bottom? Will anyone be able to see beneath the mask before it's too late or will Tony succumb? And what the hell has Bruce been hiding from him? See inside for warnings. Eventual SciBF's

Holiday Spending (ao3) - isfan bucky/tony T, 70k

Summary: Winteriron collage au w/fake relationship; Tony asks Bucky to be his fake boyfriend, either to shake off some matchmaking friends or to piss off Howard. Turns out Bucky is all Tony ever wanted in a boyfriend. Too bad it’s not real (extra angst if Tony paid for Bucky to act as his boyfriend, now Tony wonders if it was all for the money). Happy ending?

Home (a place where you belong) (ao3) - casualwonderlust scott/hope T, 10k

Summary: After the events of Ant-Man and the Wasp, starts off right at that cute scene between the Langs and Hope. Before that horrible mid-credits scene.

Hope and Scott rebuild. They become partners; they become family. This is their story.

Home for the Holidays (ao3) - ellewrites, valiantbandit (blueringlady) bruce/tony G, 3k

Summary: There was one man who once claimed to love Bruce – monster and all. And he was currently standing on stage in the middle of Rockefeller Square, running a toy drive to impart some goodwill in the face of the wreckage the other guy had left in his wake. But no one deserved to be constantly responsible for cleaning up his messes – least of all Tony.

Honey Honey Rock the Boat (ao3) - HisaHiru steve/bucky T, 5k

Summary: A date at the amusement park, Steve and Bucky being lovey dovey... What could go wrong? Nothing. Except Tony (and friends) decided it was time for them to step in and play detective. Sam wanted to go home already.

honey, you're familiar (like my mirror years ago) (ao3) - yusufsmoon steve/bucky T, 9k

Summary: Or: Bucky comes back to Steve and somehow remembers everything but their relationship. Suspicious.

How can a loser ever win (ao3) - sirona steve/bucky M, 12k

Summary: The Soldier should not be standing here, in the middle of a crowded room with obstructed exits, risking discovery with every second he remains rooted to the spot -- but.

But. He'd had to know.

How Much Do You Need (ao3) - thebookishdark clint/scott E, 2k

Summary: “Hey. Check out what I made,” Scott rolls up his sleeve and there’s a small bracelet that looks extremely similar to the belt on his Ant-man uniform. “It’s made of the same material as the suit so it won’t break if I grow in it, but it works more like the particle gun. Cool, right?”

“That was fast.”

Scott shrugs. “I had an excellent motivator.”

Clint asks Scott a hypothetical question that’s not so hypothetical. It might be a sex thing. Okay, it’s a sex thing.

how to care for your calimiris: a guide by America Chavez (ao3) - DarkKitty1208 tony/stephen G, 5k

Summary: When an interdimensional being manages to slip into the Sanctum, what would America do? Make it her pet, of course.

And if that happens to result in uncontrollable chaos… How bad could it be?

(Very, very bad, as it turns out.)

Hubris (ao3) - romanoff steve/tony M, 18k

Summary: Tony would call it bad luck but, lets be honest, it was probably a long time coming.

Or: Steve tries to find Tony and realises some things along the way.

[mdccanon]

I hope BP3 goes even more mystical, just to spite every Black guy who only watches The Wire, Empire, and Scarface and wants Black people to stop having fun

Some people are so boring.

Some guy said Wakanda Forever is too fantastical and it would have been better to focus on the CIA side and to introduce realistic racism like propaganda, US sanctions, and destabilization and assassinations attempts. A fantasy underwater Mayan lost world is just too silly! And they tried to make that absolute bullshit make sense by making up this as an example of going too far: "What if, in the third movie, the sky just turned purple or a unicorn turned Shuri into a wizard. Do you see how crazy it gets if you just throw around "fantasy" things, it starts sounding ridicu--"

THIS IS A COMIC BOOK.

Me: Did you just subconsciously invoke "the ski turns purple," forgetting that already does happen IN the story-world as a sign of being in the ancestorial plane? If you showed me a snippet of a trailer with the normal sky being purple, I'd assume that the dimensions between life and death broke down by some demonic means. I'd HOPE that means the cast could all have meetings with their ancestors, which would be freakin' emotional, plus Shuri and M'Baku could meet face-to-face with Bast and Hanuman, like how Moon Knight got to interact with Egyptian gods -- and Bast, who was cast and had a cameo in Thor: Love and Thunder in Zeus' meeting of the gods, would be the perfect person to teach Shuri some "wizard"-shit. X-Men's Storm comes from a line of Kenyan witches, so Bast introducing it would keep that door open for any future storylines... ... I mean, I'm excited for a political thriller war against the CIA and the Thunderbolts, too, but Shuri defeating them with magic from her goddess is actually a pretty dope resolution. Good job brainstorming that.

They responded that that's not a realistic enough for the MCU.

No, that's not realistic for being about Black people because you don't know what to do with yourself if a story about Black people isn't about slavery, suffering, and 1990s hip hop stereotypes. The Emmett Till movie was playing next door, maybe you got confused and wandered into Black Panther? Thor is a Nordic god who just got into a pissing match with a Mediterranean god, Egyptian gods just had a kaiju fight in Giza, the Eternals pissed off their gods a few months ago, but it would be too cw~azy for the Black people to meet their gods? (Especially if it wasn't being used as a scathing allegory against Christianity.)

He even complained that Anderson Cooper's positive-neutral, professional news coverage of Wakanda "isn't realistic" either. "They would say anything they could to make Wakanda sound barbaric and backwards. They wouldn't report Ramonda at the UN like that. They'd be on the UN's side."

You are saying anything you can to sound dumb. If you hate white people so much that you think Anderson fuckin' Cooper would talk like FOXNEWS if Wakanda was real, you just sound dumb. Anderson Cooper does NOT normally do these "real reporter in superhero world" cameos, which means he probably asked to be in Black Panther. If Ramonda was an IRL African queen, Anderson Cooper would swipe his personal credit card to fly to her whenever she cleared her throat. He'd be her personal biographer. You have to have an astronomical, desperate resentment to want to see Anderson Cooper say anti-African propaganda and twist the narrative of the Mali mercenaries scenes. You sound dumb. No, you sound sick.

Get therapy.

Why would Disney have a real reporter who people... children... see report real international news say anti-African propaganda? That would be haunting, disorientating, and possibly triggering. You need therapy for being mad it didn't happen.

[ohjustkreat]

Closing the Distance

A Shuri x Riri Fanfic

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Notes: Hi guys! Thanks for all the love and feedback! This chapter is a bit shorter because it will be two parts! Enjoy!

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Chapter 6.1

Any other morning, Shuri would gladly welcome the sun’s bright rays on her face. This morning she wanted to hide from it. She wanted to create as much distance as possible between her the light that was making her head pound worse. Moving past the initial pain in her head, Shuri opened her eyes. Opening them, she found her arm still wrapped around Riri, who was still peacefully asleep. Shuri wasn’t too surprised, as most mornings she woke up to having some contact with the other woman. She sat up fully and rubbed her eyes. Rising slowly to her feet, Shuri stood for a moment to gain her balance. She realized she was having her first hangover. The events of last night were still fuzzy.

“Grgrgrgrrrr”, Shuri looked down and rubbed her stomach. She needed to eat something. She made her way into the cozy kitchen. After taking the milk out of the refrigerator, she got a box of cereal from one of the cabinets. As she bent over to pull a bowl from the bottom cabinet, she was met with a surge of nausea. She cautiously held her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. The cold tile met her running feet. Shuri fell to her knees and started emptying the contents from last night. It seemed as if everything she had consumed in her lifetime ended up in the toilet. Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her breathing was slow and deep. The sound of another pair of feet hitting the floor grabbed her attention.

“Shuri?” Riri’s quiet, sleep ridden voice called out.

“Are you okay?” Riri asked as she appeared in the doorway stillbrubbing the sleep from her eyes.She stood there with the same black outfit from the night before. The only thing missing was her shoes.

Shuri raised her head and met the worried girl’s face. Suddenly all the events from the previous night flooded her mind. The back to back games of beer pong, the loud music, the dance they had shared.

The kiss. Shuri lurched back over the toilet feeling she would be sick again. This hangover was the least of Shuri’s problems. After a few moments of silence, Shuri felt a hand start rubbing circles on the small of her back. Riri’s small gesture was providing Shuri a world of comfort. Shuri sat up and for good this time and leaned on her knees.

Riri stopped her current movements and went to the sink. After turning on the hot water, she grabbed a blue hand towel that was hanging up. Her hands ran under the running water, checking to see if the temperature was right. Deciding it was to her liking, she let the warm water run over the towel. After wringing out the extra water, she turned her attention back to her hungover company. She gave Shuri the warm rag and allowed her to wipe her face. She almost felt bad and a little guilty for Shuri’s current state. She definitely should have warned the other girl. Riri started to try and think about how many drinks they each had. She remembered the crowded room and the reign at the beer pong table. This triggered thoughts of them dancing, and how igniting it felt. ‘Oh shit.’ Riri said suddenly remembering what followed. She had kissed her friend. And her friend had kissed her. Shuri’s movements brought her back into focus.

Neither woman said anything as they both got up from the floor.

“Thanks.” Shuri muttered. “I think I’m fine now, I just need to eat…” Shuri all but mumbled off the last part. She made her way over to the sink and started brushing her teeth. Riri sat back down on the toilet and sat there still trying to gather herself fully.

Shuri finished up and exited the bathroom. Her bare arms hugging her body tightly, as if providing some form of protection from her body’s current state. Her feet, ushered her body to the kitchen.

Riri watched Shuri as she left. She could only imagine what thoughts were going through the other woman’s head. Did she even remember all of last night?

Finally gaining the courage, Riri walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Shuri was standing at the table, pouring milk into a bowl. Riri grabbed a bowl and spoon as well. With her supplies in hand she sat at the table. Shuri sat down next to her. Riri reached for the milk that was in front of Shuri. Accidentally, she brushed Shuri’s hand. Both of them jerked away as if the other was suddenly made of lightning.

“Sorry. “ They both said at the same time.

Riri diverted her glaze back to her bowl, wishing she could somehow jump into it. Shuri just stared at her, wondering if she should say something or not. Now wasn’t the time, she decided as she went back scooping the cereal from her bowl.

Just like earlier, their breakfast continued in a heavy silence. Their minds were the opposite. Shuri felt the anxiety coming from Riri. She hadn’t fully decided how she felt completely about their kiss. She initiated it, but she wasn’t sure how to follow. Her feelings for Riri were growing by the day. She was sure of that. The only thought plaguing her mind was having to return to reality. Was Riri just a momentary escape? Were her feelings real outside of this sanctuary they were creating in the small dorm? The losses the people of her kingdom took, her personal losses were still fresh on her mind. As well were the emotions that came with them. Here with Riri, she was safe from them. Slowly everyday she was helping her to see the light in the world. To find peace. But what would be waiting for them on the other side of healing? Would Riri leave her if the life Shuri had was too much? All these questions were running rapid through her mind.

Riri was lost in her own world as she mindlessly ate. She couldn’t say didn’t have feelings for Shuri. She’d be lying. Her own insecurities were playing on her mind. What could Shuri see in her? ‘It had to be the alcohol’ she thought. Riri never found herself to be the apple of anyone’s eye. Especially not of the most powerful woman on the planet. How did Shuri even feel about her? This entire stay Riri had never been able to delve into the pain the other woman was dealing with. Would she hurt Shuri if she turned out not to be what she wanted? Riri couldn’t even bare the thought of hurting the other woman. To most people Shuri seemed fine, but Riri knew otherwise. Shuri held herself together well, but Riri looked into her eyes she saw different. She saw all the pain and turmoil that haunted the other woman. How grief left her her eyes weak and tired. Riri knew because it was the same look she saw in herself when she would look in a mirror. Riri just hoped she could be there for the hurting woman in the way she needed.

The sound of Shuri’s chair scraping across the floor caused Riri to finally look up and make eye contact with her. Riri met the same sad eyes, except this time they held something else. Distress. Riri was about to ask what was wrong but was cut off by Shuri turning the water on at the sink.

“I know it’s…weird right now. But I just-“ Shuri started as she turned around to face Riri.

“I need some fresh air. So I’m gonna go on a walk, just to clear my head.” She said, emphasizing the last part to reassure Riri.

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Riri said, partly annoyed. She felt like Shuri was avoiding the topic even more.

Shuri started to head out the door. Riri got up from the table to wash her dishes. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Shuri start to approach her. Before Riri could realize what was happening, she felt a hand on her jawline. Next thing she knew her face was being pulled to meet those same brown eyes she had been falling deeper into. Shuri leaned down until their lips met again. This time the kiss was short and quick. Just as quickly as it happened it ended.

“I just needed you to know I didn’t regret last night. I need to work through some things before I can fully explain how I feel. Okay?” Shuri said as she stared at a speechless Riri.

If Shuri wasn’t nervous before, Riri’s silence had solidified it.

“Uh- uh- yea. Yea. You do that.” Riri said, still shocked by what happened.

Shuri pulled Riri into a tight hug. Releasing her, she gave her one final look and walked out the door. Riri watched the door close and sat in utter silence. While her main question had been answered, bow she only had more. She needed to do sone getting away of her own. The confinement of her dorm was too much.She headed into her room and packed her work bag. She would go to the one place where all her problems were solved. Her lab.

[ao3feed-stony]

This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE: Peter Stark-Roger's Field Trip to Hell

by orm_the_pirate_worm

Peter Stark-Rogers would like to consider himself a lucky kid, but a permission slip for a field trip to his own backyard seems ready to dispute that.

He's wary that between Flash's bullying, his school's adamancy that he's lying about his internship, and his dad's strange obsession with embarrassing him, it'll all go straight to hell.

Thankfully, the Avengers have his back.

OR

The return of my Peter Parker Field Trip Fic Era, complete with literally every cliché we could think of.

Words: 16078, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters, Flash Thompson, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Vision (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker Friendship, Wanda is Peter's self-appointed older sister, Peter is Steve and Tony's kid but nobody knows about it lol, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, Pepper is our AroAce queen, She's also sick of Tony's bullshit, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Found Family, The Avengers plot to embarrass the shit out of Peter, Harley Keener as the tour guide, We added every cliche ever in here, Protective Avengers, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Bucky makes waffle fries, Clint in the vents, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, No beta we die like Pepper's will to run this damn company, Chaos and Shenanigans, Peter is not allowed to drive and he's salty about it, Everybody has a nickname for Peter, References to Barbie: Life in The Dream House, Not Canon Compliant, We resent canon, Endgame never happened because I said so, MJ is a creative genius and a feral lesbian icon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Because I'll wake up in cold sweat tonight remembering all the ones I forgot

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021724

[stony-ao3-feed]

This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE: Peter Stark-Roger's Field Trip to Hell

Read it on AO3

by orm_the_pirate_worm

Peter Stark-Rogers would like to consider himself a lucky kid, but a permission slip for a field trip to his own backyard seems ready to dispute that.

He's wary that between Flash's bullying, his school's adamancy that he's lying about his internship, and his dad's strange obsession with embarrassing him, it'll all go straight to hell.

Thankfully, the Avengers have his back.

OR

The return of my Peter Parker Field Trip Fic Era, complete with literally every cliché we could think of.

Words: 16078, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters, Flash Thompson, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Vision (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker Friendship, Wanda is Peter's self-appointed older sister, Peter is Steve and Tony's kid but nobody knows about it lol, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, Pepper is our AroAce queen, She's also sick of Tony's bullshit, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Found Family, The Avengers plot to embarrass the shit out of Peter, Harley Keener as the tour guide, We added every cliche ever in here, Protective Avengers, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Bucky makes waffle fries, Clint in the vents, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, No beta we die like Pepper's will to run this damn company, Chaos and Shenanigans, Peter is not allowed to drive and he's salty about it, Everybody has a nickname for Peter, References to Barbie: Life in The Dream House, Not Canon Compliant, We resent canon, Endgame never happened because I said so, MJ is a creative genius and a feral lesbian icon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Because I'll wake up in cold sweat tonight remembering all the ones I forgot

Read it on AO3

[ao3feed-sambucky]

This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE: Peter Stark-Roger's Field Trip to Hell

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021724

by orm_the_pirate_worm

Peter Stark-Rogers would like to consider himself a lucky kid, but a permission slip for a field trip to his own backyard seems ready to dispute that.

He's wary that between Flash's bullying, his school's adamancy that he's lying about his internship, and his dad's strange obsession with embarrassing him, it'll all go straight to hell.

Thankfully, the Avengers have his back.

OR

The return of my Peter Parker Field Trip Fic Era, complete with literally every cliché we could think of.

Words: 1969, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Characters, Flash Thompson, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Vision (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker Friendship, Wanda is Peter's self-appointed older sister, Peter is Steve and Tony's kid but nobody knows about it lol, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, Pepper is our AroAce queen, She's also sick of Tony's bullshit, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Found Family, The Avengers plot to embarrass the shit out of Peter, Harley Keener as the tour guide, We added every cliche ever in here, Protective Avengers, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Bucky makes waffle fries, Clint in the vents, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, No beta we die like Pepper's will to run this damn company, Chaos and Shenanigans, Peter is not allowed to drive and he's salty about it, Everybody has a nickname for Peter, References to Barbie: Life in The Dream House, Not Canon Compliant, We resent canon, Endgame never happened because I said so, MJ is a creative genius and a feral lesbian icon, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Because I'll wake up in cold sweat tonight remembering all the ones I forgot

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48021724

[foreverindreamlandd]

✵ Plus Size!Reader (honestly all of them could have a plus size reader, these ones are just specifically written as such)

⬻ Personal favorite

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SERIES:

To Be Wanted ⬻✵☾

All your life you have wanted to be loved by someone. But when you don’t look like most “beautiful” women, you learn to stop wanting. You’d never expect someone like the amazing, kind, beautiful Bucky Barnes would desire someone like you. *Finished*

The Sergeant’s Heart ⬻✵

Sergeant Bucky Barnes has just joined the 107th, and he’s keen on learning the ins and outs of war from the best medic in the regiment, you. *Finished*

Out of Bounds

Bucky is captain of the Howlers soccer team and you’re his favorite camera person. That is, when you’re not mindlessly putting yourself in harm’s way for the perfect shot. *Hiatus*

In the Embers ⬻✵☾

It’s been years since you’ve been home, and you didn’t expect it to be in the aftermath of your life falling apart. Though much has changed over time, one thing has stayed the same: Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him now. *Finished*

Sweeter Than Honey ☾

You're bestselling author Tony Stark's new PA on tour with him in Dublin, Ireland. When things start to go wrong and you end up with a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, a handsome, blue-eyed Irishman named Bucky Barnes comes to your rescue. *Finished*

Awake My Soul ⬻☾

It's been five years since the zombies started invading, and despite everything you've been through, you've survived up until this point. And now you must survive your most dangerous challenge yet...the grumpy, untrusting, captivating Bucky Barnes. *Finished*

ONE-SHOTS:

Mended Fragments

Steve Rogers finds his best friend Bucky Barnes sitting on the floor in a comatose state, and texts you to ask for you to come over and help Bucky fight the demons haunting him.

Endurance Training

You and your super soldier bestie Bucky Barnes are on a run that suddenly turns into a serious conversation that almost pushes the boundaries of your relationship.

Memories ⬻

Five years after Thanos snapped the love of your life to dust, the reader looks back on the time they spent in Wakanda. How you met the broken man who was the Winter Soldier and watched him become the White Wolf.

I’m Here

Bucky supports the reader during a depressive episode.

Roses and Plums

Bucky asks you to be his date to Scott and Hope’s wedding.

Happy Birthday, Buck ⬻

Reader decides to spend a year celebrating all of the birthdays Bucky missed over the last 70+ years.

Beach Day ⬻✵☾

Beach days are always uncomfortable for you, especially when you decide to show off your new two-piece bathing suit in front of your friends. Your best friend and secret crush Bucky Barnes seems to like it more than you thought he would… (College!AU)

Hurricane, Shmurricane

Reader wishes that Bucky could be there to ride out Hurricane Henri together.

Need more of that blue in my life

Reader discovers she’s pregnant, and the reaction from her husband Bucky is not what she expected.

Tagged to Your Heart

The story of when Bucky gave reader his dog tags.

Pumpkin Carving

Drabble request about Bucky and reader carving pumpkins!

The Red Henley ⬻✵

Reader puts on Bucky’s red henley which brings up a whole mess of insecurities.

More Than Words

All the ways Bucky says he loves you just with his body language. (Headcanon)

Dropped Pens & Bee Stings

Reader is having a shit day, but luckily her boyfriend Bucky gets there just in time for when the dam breaks.

Just Need a Hug ✵

Reader’s boss is a POS, and Bucky is not gonna let that slide.

Forget Me Not ⬻

Bucky is in Wakanda working with Shuri to wipe out the remnants of the Winter Soldier, and to wipe out any memories he has of you…

Sick Day

Bucky cares for an under the weather reader. (Headcanon)

All That’s Left ⬻

After years of being on the run from everyone, all Bucky had to his name was a backpack containing his most precious belongings. But when he was captured, it was taken, and all he wants is to get it back.

Snoopy and the Cadillac ⬻

It’s your first Christmas after Steve decided to leave you to spend his life with Peggy, and all you wanted to do was stay as far away from holiday cheer as possible. But then a familiar face shows up at your door and changing everything.

Let me take care of my sweet girl ✵

Reader has body image issues during the holidays, and Bucky is just the best.

Food, Bed, or Bath?

Reader and Bucky’s welcome home routine when he returns from missions. (Headcanon)

My Heart in Full Bloom

Bucky simply cannot live with the fact that you have never been given flowers before…

The Dream Within Each Petal

Bucky’s reaction to Reader giving him flowers

Whatever Happens, Wherever I Go

You wake up to a voicemail from Bucky, and suddenly your worst nightmare has become a reality.

Needy

Bucky has a love/hate relationship with you working from home. He LOVES that you're with him 24/7, but HATES that sometimes you're forced onto a zoom call and he can only look, not touch..

don’t wanna leave

A tender, bittersweet moment where Bucky and reader dance together in the kitchen. Inspired by the song “ceilings.”

Main Masterlist

Artwork by the masterful @charlie-hunnam

[raynnawrites]

Mine Only {pt.4}

Dark!Erik x Black!Reader

Warnings: +18

“Got anything yet, T’Challa?” Shuri asked over the earpiece. “I would have told you. Now stay quiet, I need to focus.”

The Wakandan monarch was constantly angry, stressed and was going as far as to stop eating. It had been two days since he arrived and hadn’t gotten any clues from you.

“My King, we have searched the trail multiple times… there is nothing.” Okoye spoke as T’Challa sniffed and looked over every tree and bush.

“Keep looking.”

“But T’Challa-”

“Okoye… if Y/N does not appear it will be on you. I do not think you would like to have your friend’s blood on your hands.” The royal snarled, making Okoye nod and look down.

“Now keep searching. I expect reports from the elites in an hour. I will continue to search elsewhere and see if there is any scent or clue.”

Regrouping with her elites, Okoye continued her search trying to stay as calm as possible. She had never seen T’Challa like this. Such a calm, positive and regal man was now aggressive, anxious, stressed and focused.

“Okoye, are you alright?” Shuri asked over the General’s earpiece. Okoye smiled softly, “I am fine, Princess, how about you? And Queen Mother?”

“Mother is worried for Y/N and T’Challa. Especially T’Challa though… she has never seen him like this. Not even when the council gets difficult.”

“Indeed so. T’Challa is strong, but Y/N… not so much. Are you sure you haven’t gotten anything? Not even a speck?”

“No. Trust me, I am looking like a crazy woman. Cameras, phones, networks, yet I find nothing.” Shuri replied, sighing in defeat.

Okoye sighed, and walked up a hill to get a better view of the mountain road.

“Keep searching, Shuri. I will inform you should I find anything.”

“Okay, be careful.”

T’Challa went down to the city and got to Erik’s apartment. Quietly picking the lock and opening the door, he entered and activated his panther habit. Taking a deep breath, he scented alcoholic drinks and… your scent.

He followed the scent trail until it led him to Erik’s bedroom. There he continued to follow the trail and was led again to his closet. He opened the sliding doors and saw clothing items which belonged to you. He recognized the pieces.

Your jacket, a pair of leggings and a hoodie he himself had given you on your 3rd anniversary.

He gasped. You had told him almost a year ago your clothes had disappeared, but brushed it off as everyday things.

“T’Challa, I don’t understand. I know damn well my shit didn’t grow legs and walk away.”

He gathered your items and left them at the entrance. T’Challa continued to smell and search the apartment. Everything else seemed normal, until he reached his office. T’Challa took advantage and looked into the computer on his desk. Hovering his hand over the equipment, his Kimoyo beads easily hacked into the computer and unlocked it.

There, he went to the files to try and look up any possible clues. He got more than just clues. T’Challa got everything.

In the file, there were pictures of you out and about. There were old texts, and even a picture of him and you walking out of a hotel. Many more photographs of you popped up. If it hadn’t been for their sick nature, they would be award worthy.

Until he stumbled on another file which contained few words, chilling T’Challa to his core and bringing uncontrollable tears to his brown eyes.

“She’s all mine. Forever. Don’t try anything stupid, brother.”

T’Challa raced out of the apartment, gave the gathered information and called Okoye.

“Okoye, he is in the cabins! Hurry there!”

Running back up the mountain, he prayed you were okay.

“You tryna act tough, bro. It ain’t gon’ work out.”

“How did you-”

“Leave her alone. She’s mine. Fuck you and yo’ lil’ tricks. Breakin’ into my place and hacking into my shit. Don’t fuck up unless you wanna get Y/N’s blood on your hands. Leave us alone.”

T’Challa stayed quiet as his earpiece turned off.

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A/N: I know this chapter was short, but stay tuned for the next one!

All feedback is appreciated

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All For Us Chapter 5

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Word Count: 5,471

CW: Mention of self-harm

Erik fidgeted in his chair as he waited for his family to walk through the door. He had seen each of them individually at least once, Shuri being the only one who never came back, but something about seeing them all together had him on edge. His right leg couldn’t stop bouncing, and he tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair impatiently. 

“Don’t worry, the Udakus are never on time,” Naomi reassured him as he looked to the clock for the second time in the last minute. Their appointment started five minutes ago.

“They run on CP time, huh?” he joked, trying to distract himself from his nerves. 

“CP time?”

“Colored people time...the name’s dated as hell, but basically Black people ain’t ever on time.”

“That is true of Wakanda as well,” she laughed. “Time is more of a suggestion here.”

“I can fuck with it,” he chuckled but was cut short by the thumping in his chest as the door opened, and T’Challa walked in, holding the door for the rest of the family.

“Your highnesses,” Naomi saluted them. “Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable.”

Naomi had arranged the chairs in her office so that the six of them sat in a circle. Mira sat between Erik and Ramonda, and Shuri chose the seat closest to Naomi. T’Challa sat between his mother and sister and threw a smile Erik’s way.

“Thank you all for coming here today. It is imperative that Erik has a healthy support system when he leaves here, and I just wanted to make sure we are all on the same page. I know you have each met with him individually, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to get it all out there and move forward as a unit. Now, I know we all want what’s best for Erik-”

Shuri scoffed, and Naomi turned to her.

“Princess, I heard you still have some reservations about him. Why?”

“He killed my brother,” she seethed.

“Shuri, I am right here,” T’Challa said, exasperated at her unwillingness to see past her anger.

“By the grace of Bast!”

“Shuri,” Ramonda chided.

“Queen Mother, if you don’t mind, I think this is a conversation that needs to happen between these two.”

Ramonda nodded and gestured for Shuri to continue.

“You’re only here because Nakia snatched a heart-shaped herb before he burnt the rest of them to the ground. It’s taken this long for them to even start growing again. All he does is destroy, and I don’t want him here. It’s bad enough you made me heal him, but now I have to look at him every day and pretend to like him, too?”

“You don’t have to like him, Shuri, but he is family-”

“That didn’t mean anything when he threw you over the falls or when he almost killed me, so why should it matter now?”

“Because I’m not that same person anymore,” Erik jumped in.

“Oh, sure. You’re just magically better all of a sudden,” she rolled her eyes and turned back to her brother. “How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing he’s in the palace?”

“Princess Shuri, Erik has been working very hard to overcome his anger and his past traumas. So much so that I see no need to extend his stay past what we originally agreed on.”

“Wait, really?” Erik’s face brightened, and he turned in his seat to look at Naomi.

“Yes. You have shown remarkable improvement, Erik.”

“You mean he can come home soon?” Queen Mother asked, prompting Erik and Shuri to feel very different ways about her use of the word “home.” Erik missed having one, and Shuri hated having him in hers.

“Yes, ma’am, he’ll be out of here in two weeks.”

Mira couldn’t contain her smile as she reached for his hand. They locked eyes, and yet again, the look in his eyes needed no words. They were glassy as they swelled with tears, and a couple fell while Naomi handed him the tissue box.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Ramonda asked.

“My bad,” he sniffled as he dried his tears. “I just really want to see Cupcake.”

“She wants to see you, too. I told her you were sick and had to get better before she could, but she’s been asking me about you damn near every second.”

“And me, as well. She is excited to meet you, cousin,” T’Challa chimed in. “‘Do you think daddy will like this?’, ‘When is he coming home?’, ‘Is daddy still sick?’, ‘Can you tell daddy I love him?’”

“Or my personal favorite, ‘Can we bring some to daddy?’ after dinner last night,” Ramonda added.

“She’s still a daddy’s girl, through and through,” Mira said with a sarcastic eye-roll, making Naomi chuckle.

“Yes, mine is the same way. It is quite frustrating,” she joked. “Now, I think it would be beneficial for us to go around the room and get it all out on the table. Princess Shuri already went, unless you have more to say…”

“No.”

“Ok, then King T’Challa, how about you go next?”

He nodded and looked to his cousin.

“I do not think I have said this to you yet, but I am genuinely sorry, Erik-”

“Stop, you didn’t do anything.”

“I know, but I needed to say it. I am also sorry I disobeyed your wishes; that was something I should not have done.”

“I’ll say,” Shuri mumbled under her breath.

“But I am glad that I did. Otherwise, we would not get to see this other side of you.”

“Thanks, man. I was in a bad place, obviously, and, uh...I don’t know, I just felt like a failure...I felt like I had nothing to live for anymore...my pride was hurt.”

Mira slowly pulled her hand back and placed it in her lap, and Erik could feel the tension brewing beneath the surface.

“Anything else, my king?”

“Just that I hope we can move past all of this and build a relationship. You are my cousin, and I am determined to love you whether you want me to or not.”

Erik and Mira both smirked at the king. They were thankful for the kindhearted man and his insistence on cleaning up the bad blood in his family. 

“Queen Mother, do you have anything you would like to share?”

“Yes, actually,” she reached into her bag and pulled out something that had been gift-wrapped. She handed it to Erik, and he looked at her in confusion. “Go ahead, open it.”

Everyone looked on with intrigue as he ripped at the paper, revealing a gold picture frame. Erik flipped the frame over and a lump formed in his throat.

“This is from a gala for the Pan African Council in 1991. It was one of the two times I met him.”

Drops of water splashed on the picture of N’Jobu, and Erik looked up for a leak in the ceiling before he realized the tears were flowing from his eyes. He grabbed another tissue and passed the box around when he realized the others were getting misty-eyed as well. Even Shuri. 

“I, uh...I don’t know what to say...thank you, Auntie,” he croaked as he got up and pulled her into a hug. Mira took the opportunity to take a look at the picture. They had the same look in their eyes, but feature-wise, Erik had to have taken after his mother. There was no doubt about it though, those deep brown puppy dog Udaku eyes were front and center.

Erik sat down, and she handed the photo back to him.

“May I see?” T’Challa asked, and Erik passed it to him, watching as Shuri took a look over his shoulder to see it too. Her face softened a little more, and Erik could swear she saw a hint of sadness there. He passed it back, and Erik simply stared at the photo, fingers lightly caressing the fame.

“Alright, lastly, we have Mira. Anything to add?”

“Not really,” she shook her head.

“Well, then may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Earlier, you seemed upset when Erik mentioned not having anything to live for. Care to expand on that?”

“Not really.”

“Mira...you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it, Erik? You said you have nothing to live for, yet your daughter and I were sitting at home waiting for you.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind, Mira. All that mattered was the mission. I lost myself to it. Actually, I lost myself a long time ago, but at the time, nothing could’ve pulled me back...not even you or Imani.”

“What if it happens again. Not for this, but for something else? What if you start working again and go back to your old ways? What then?”

“I won’t.”

“How am I supposed to trust that, Erik?”

“Mira, I’d like to jump in if you don’t mind.”

Mira shook her head and gestured for Naomi to continue.

“I understand your hesitance, but I assure you, I have the utmost faith that Erik has changed. His behaviors were tied to his trauma, and we have been able to work through his feelings of grief, anger, guilt, and self-loathing.”

“Self-loathing?” Queen Mother asked.

“Erik, would you care to…”

“Yeah, sure,” he cleared his throat. “I, uh, sort of hated myself for a long time. Everybody I loved died, and I had some sort of...what did you call it?”

“Survivor’s remorse.”

“Yeah, survivor’s remorse. I felt guilty for not dying.”

Mira looked up at him and her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

“Then I felt guilty for all the shit I did to survive, and how violent I became...then the self-hate kicked in when I realized how good I was at it.” His fingers ran over the scars on his forearm, and he took a deep breath. “These aren’t trophies. They’re my sins.”

The room fell silent.

“How many?” Shuri asked tentatively.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“I do,” Mira chimed in. “I’ve tried counting them, but you’re such a light sleeper it’s impossible. I can guess though...I got to five hundred once before you woke up one morning.”

“I don’t want you to look at me differently-”

“Erik, you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, but nobody here will look at you any differently if you do. Right?”

Everyone agreed, even Shuri. 

Erik took a deep breath and hung his head before speaking, “Three thousand and nine scars...three thousand and nine people are dead because of me.”

“You’re not that person anymore, Erik,” Naomi reminded him.

“Yeah, but what if I am?”

“You’re not,” Mira reached for his hand again.

“How do you know?”

“Cousin, I can guarantee you that even in the short time we have known each other, you have changed.”

“Erik, you should trust yourself more. You’ve been given the tools you need; you just have to use them.”

He nodded slowly, taking in Naomi’s wise words.

“It also helps if you’re surrounded by people who love and support you.” She turned to Shuri, “Princess, let us work through your feelings.”

“I already said what I needed to say. I don’t trust him...but I’m not saying it’ll be like that forever. Just for now, I still don’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Have you ever had someone try to kill you?”

“No, I can’t say that I have.”

“You never forget the look in their eyes.”

“I understand you, sister. It is not an easy thing to get past...however, it is possible. Look at him now. Do you see those same eyes?”

Erik looked at Shuri, and her stone face softened a little but still stayed pretty wooden.

“No.”

“Look, I get it...I’m your T’Chaka, but I don’t wanna be that person anymore. Not to Mira, not to Imani, not to y’all-”

“Don’t forget yourself. You’re doing this for you, too,” Mira chimed in, and Erik nodded.

“We are still working on self-love, but I feel that the next two weeks will be fruitful,” Naomi said, closing her notebook. “Is there anything else you all need to get off your chests?”

“I have one more thing,” Mira said as she sat up in her chair and turned her body to face Erik.

“I never told you what happened after you left,” she said, trying to keep it together. “I, um...I got depressed again, like when Imani was born. It wasn’t pretty, but I made sure she was good. I couldn’t eat. All I wanted to do was sleep. It got so bad I had to quit my job and go live with Stefan and Havana. I know that’s what you suggested in the first place, but I thought I could handle it on my own. I’m basically a stay-at-home mom now; I take care of the kids while Stef and Ana are at work...cooking and cleaning, and all that jazz. I never thought I would like that life, but it’s nice, and it’s a good way to repay them for letting us stay there. You wouldn’t believe how big SJ is now, and they have a new baby Daveed...things are different now, but it’s nice.”

“Have you...are you seeing anybody?”

“No, but I tried dating...didn’t work out.”

Erik tried and failed to hide the smirk on his face.

“I can’t say I’m sorry about that, but I am sorry about what I put you through, Mira. I shouldn’t have left you two.”

“I know you know that now; I just wish you knew it then.”

He pulled her hand to his lips for a kiss, and she let him.

“Are we still separated?”

Both Ramonda and T’Challa’s eyebrows raised. Neither of them was aware that the two had been having marital problems. T’Challa never even thought to ask.

“Erik, I need to tell you something…”

His breath hitched in his throat.

“I’m not saying it’s what I want now...but I was going to serve you with divorce papers. I had them drawn up and everything. They just needed your signature, but I couldn’t bring myself to give them to you. I was going to give them to you when you came back...if you came back.”

“And now?”

“Now...I don’t know, Erik. I think I have to get to know this new you to decide.”

“That’s fair.” He said to the ground before lifting his head and looking Mira in her eyes. “I’m gonna make you want to marry me all over again, though. Watch.”

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“If you don’t sit still, you’re going just like this,” Mira fussed as she tried to braid Imani’s hair. 

“No, I’ll stop!” Imani tried her best not to move, but the pillow she was sitting on was starting to get uncomfortable, and she was getting antsy. Every second that passed brought her one step closer to meeting her daddy, and she couldn’t wait. All she had to do was get through the school day. 

Mira smirked and tilted Imani’s head to the side to start on the last braid right as Shuri walked into the living room and plopped in the chair across from them. 

“Rough night?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Over the past two weeks, Shuri had been slowly opening up to the idea of Erik living in the palace, but when she closed her eyes at night, she just kept seeing him lurking over her bed, ready to strike. 

“Something on your mind?” Mira asked through gritted teeth that held a tiny black rubber band.

“No, just...apprehensive.”

“About Erik?” Mira mouthed to her so Imani couldn’t hear. Shuri nodded and sunk deeper into the chair with a sigh. Mira finished up Imani’s last braid and put a couple of beads on the end before kissing the top of her head. “Ok, you’re done. Can you go get dressed?”

“Ok, mommy!” Imani took off, but before Mira could tell her to slow down, T’Challa came around the corner and scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek. Imani’s giggles erupted throughout the expansive living area and forced Shuri to crack a smile.

“Why are you running in my palace?” he playfully chastised her.

“I’m happy I get to meet my daddy. If I put my school clothes on fast, it’ll happen faster!”

“Well, let’s make it even faster then!” T’Challa took off with her down the hall, leaving Shuri and Mira in the living room laughing at his shenanigans.

“When is he gonna have one of his own?”

Shuri’s eyes rolled all the way to the back of her head. “As soon as he stops chasing after a woman who wants to live on the other side of the planet.”

“Nakia still giving him the runaround?”

“Girl, you don’t know the half of it,” Shuri complained. “Maybe you or Erik can talk some sense into him.”

“Maybe...you seem to be warming up to the idea of him lately. How are you feeling?”

Shuri sighed and sat forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her thighs. “I won’t lie and say I’m thrilled, but I understand him better now, and I trust my brother’s judgment. And mama’s. And yours...I want him to be in Imani’s life, but it is just hard to forget his face in that moment, you know?”

Mira nodded, “I don’t, but I do.”

“Maybe seeing him in a new light with you and Imani will help,” Shuri shrugged.

“I hope so.”

“Me, too.” 

Just then, T’Challa re-entered the room, “The princess is having trouble deciding which outfit to wear.”

“That’s my queue,” Mira got up from the couch and washed off her greasy hands before strolling down the hallway to help out her little fashionista. She and T’Challa had already laid out three outfit choices, so it just came down to which one she thought her daddy would like best.

“I want to look nice to meet him, but I don’t know which one looks better.”

“Can I give a suggestion?”

“Mhm,” Imani nodded with her brows creased as she thought really hard over which outfit to pick.

“How about the gold sandals from Lala with this two-piece? Yellow looks good on you, and the sandals match your backpack. You’ll look like a little ray of sunshine.”

“Hmmm...Ok!”

“Glad I could help,” Mira chuckled.

“I’ll wear my yellow outfit if you wear your blue one just like it.”

“It’s a deal,” Mira threw over her shoulder as she left the room to go change. When she entered the living room, her cousins and Auntie all smiled at the two of them. Imani’s yellow Ankara print tube top and harem pants matched perfectly with Mira’s blue ones. The only difference was Mira had on some crisp white sneakers and big gold Fulani earrings. 

Mira walked Imani to school the same way she did every day, but this time her head was in the clouds. Even Imani was quiet on the way, the butterflies in both of their stomachs working overtime. When they reached the classroom, Imani turned to her mom, looking at her face that surprised Mira.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She crouched down to her level.

“What if daddy doesn’t like me?” she poked her lip out, and Mira knew she had to act fast before it started quivering, and the tears started falling.

“Like you? He loves you more than anything in this world!” she said excitedly while tickling Imani’s ribs and making her laugh. “He loves you just as much as I do, baby girl.”

“He does?”

“Of course, you’re his Cupcake.”

“Cupcake?”

“Mhm, that’s what he used to call you because you’re so sweet.” Mira pretended to gobble up Imani’s fingers, making her giggles chase away any doubts she had about her father. “Now, you  ready for school?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said excitedly.

“Alright, I’ll see you at 2. Be good.” Mira kissed Imani’s cheek and stood back up to her full height.

“I will, mommy. Sala kakuhle!” she waved goodbye and ran to go play with her friends while Mira sent the teacher a smile before heading back to the palace. 

When Mira was nervous, she liked to busy her hands with something, so she took some time to anxiously clean and organize her already clean quarters. She would have to sit in on another council meeting shortly, and although she wasn’t looking forward to having all that attention on her again, she was determined to go in there with her head held high.

Just as she started scrubbing the sink, her alarm went off telling her it was time for the meeting. She washed her hands and squeezed lemon juice on them to get rid of the bleach smell before leaving her quarters and traveling to the business side of the palace. When Mira entered the throne room, she slid into the empty seat between Ramonda and Shuri just as T’Challa started speaking.

“As you all know, Erik will be discharged from Ithemba Center today at noon, and we have the press conference scheduled at five. He has already been briefed on it, and while he is still apprehensive about addressing the nation, I have worked with him over the last week and it seems as though he will be fine. Any questions regarding the press conference?” The council members shook their heads and T’Challa continued, “Now, I have spoken to each of you about his community service, and have finally decided on the order. I would like him to start with the Jabari as a member of their fire and rescue team, then transfer to mining vibranium before moving to border patrols. Then he will work at the River tribe’s animal sanctuary, and he’ll end his service by working as janitorial staff in the market. The order is subject to change if necessary.”

“My king, are we sure we can trust him in the Mining and Border provinces?” Tendayi, the River tribe elder spoke out, making Dama and W’Dani nod along.

“Yes, I have faith in him. Any other questions?”

Mira tentatively raised her hand, not sure if she was allowed to talk or not. T’Challa nodded her way, and she cleared her throat before speaking, “I was wondering if we could move with him? He’s been away from Imani so long and once he comes back, I don’t want to disrupt her life any more than it’s already been disrupted.”

“That is understandable. Housing for the three of you will be provided in each province.”

“Thank you,” she turned to the elders, “and I don’t want to be a freeloader, so if there’s anywhere I can help out just let me know.”

“Mira, of course you and Imani are welcome to stay with us, but if you really want something to do we can find a job for you, too.” Ife stated as the other council members nodded along in agreement. 

“I’d like that. I need something to do,” she chuckled. “Thank you.”

“We will work something out,” Dama winked her way.

“We will miss the two of you around the palace, but I think that is a great idea. You will be provided with transportation to get Imani to school.”

“Thank you,” Mira smiled.

“You are welcome. Now, is there anything else?” T’Challa was met with silence as he checked the time on his beads and looked back at Mira. “Good, it is about time we go bring him home.”

Mira’s heart thumped in her chest as she nodded.

“Meeting adjourned.”

The council members filed out of the room, sending well-wishes to Mira as they went. 

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Erik happily signed his discharge paperwork, but his internal celebration was cut short by a knock at his door. He half expected it to be Mira, but he looked up and saw Naomi in his doorway. 

“How are you feeling today?”

“Excited and nervous.”

“I bet,” she chuckled. “Remember what we talked about, and you will be fine.”

Erik nodded and took a deep breath.

“Ready to go? I will walk you out.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Erik took a deep breath and they walked through the facility in silence before they reached the lobby. There stood T’Challa and Mira with huge smiles on their faces that infected Erik as soon as he saw them. Mira pulled him into a hug and held him tight as she rocked him from side to side.

“I’m so proud of you, Erik.”

“As am I, cousin.”

Mira let Erik go and he dapped T’Challa up, pulling him into a hug next.

“Thanks. Both of you...I couldn’t have done all this without you.”

Mira wiped a stray tear from her eye and looped her arm around his. “Let’s go home.”

“Home, huh? I like the sound of that,” he mused.

The three of them made their way back to the palace where they were greeted by a tearful Ramonda and a still apprehensive Shuri. She sent him a small smile, though, and that was enough for him. The family sat around the kitchen table talking and laughing as if it had always been that way, and Erik found their familiarity to be a comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. Ramonda constantly pushed food in Erik’s direction, and even though he had a late breakfast he just couldn’t say no. He stuffed his face full of eggah and freshly squeezed mango juice until he had his fill and sat back in his chair with his hands resting on his full stomach.

“I’m ready for a nap. Where am I staying?”

“This week you will be in the palace, as well as during your time working for the Merchant tribe-”

“You’re gonna hate it…” Mira sang under her breath with a wry laugh, making T’Challa smirk.

“But, other than that, you will be staying with the various tribes during your volunteer time.”

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing?” he sent a suspicious look Mira’s way.

“We can discuss that later. For now, let us get you settled in.”

Erik nodded and followed behind Mira and T’Challa as they walked through the winding palace hallways. They took him to his living quarters, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that he would still be living with Mira and Imani.

“I didn’t know if you’d want me with you or not.”

“Oh, you’re sleeping in the guest room...but I wanted you close for Imani.”

“Fair enough,” Erik nodded and walked around the space, checking it out.

“I will leave you two alone to get settled in,” T’Challa turned and left the space.

Mira looked at her beads. “You might want to go ahead and get ready, we’ll be leaving in thirty minutes.

“Leaving?”

“Mhm, we have to pick up Imani from school.”

“W-we do?”

“Yeah...are you ok?”

“Nah. What if she doesn’t like me?”

Mira bursted out laughing and caught him off-guard. “She asked me the same thing this morning.”

Erik just smiled and shook his head. He had nothing to worry about.

“Just like her daddy, huh?”

“Just like him,” she smiled back.

“I guess I should get ready, then. I want to make a good first impression.”

“Erik, you’ll be fine…I promise. She already loves you.”

He stood and kissed her forehead before turning and walking towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head. Mira tried to avert her eyes, but his rippling back muscles called to her. Her face felt hot, and she bolted out of the room, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered he made her.

He did.

A little while later, Erik emerged from the bathroom very well moisturized and followed by a cloud of steam. He stood there for a few minutes in his towel, staring at the clothes in his huge closet, not knowing what to put on his body.

“Mira!” he called to her in the other room. She playfully rolled her eyes and headed his way, already knowing what he wanted. Like father, like daughter.

“You rang?” she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, trying like hell to keep her eyes above his collarbone. 

“I don’t know what to wear.”

“Wakandan or American?”

“Uh, American, I guess.”

“Do you want to match Imani?”

His face lit up, and she took it for a yes, pulling out a pastel yellow t-shirt and a pair of jeans with matching sneakers. 

“This outfit with gold accessories.”

“Thanks,” he grinned at her, and Mira tried not to get lost in his dimples. She was failing miserably, so she left him to his own devices. She missed the satisfied smirk on his face.

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Erik could feel the eyes on him as he walked through the city with Mira and T’Challa. Some were cold, but most were simply confused by his presence. 

“Ignore them,” Mira whispered up to him, and he nodded, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let anything ruin this moment. 

They arrived at the elementary school and Mira went in to get Imani while the two men waited outside. As soon as Imani saw her mother, she jumped down and ran over to her.

“Hey baby girl, how was your day?”

“Good! I made a new friend,” she said proudly.

“You did? I’ll have to meet them sometime soon. Right now we have to go see daddy,” Mira’s eyes flashed with mischief and Imani’s joy radiated throughout the room. “Ready?”

Imani was so happy she could barely speak, so she just nodded her head. Mira waved goodbye to the teacher, and the two of them traveled back down the hallway hand in hand.

Erik’s fingers tapped his thigh in rapid succession and he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I can hear you overthinking, cousin.”

Erik started pacing back and forth and was about to open his mouth to say something when the doors to the school swished open. T’Challa held his hand up and started recording with his beads.

“Daddy!” Imani saw Erik and dropped her backpack as she ran to him. For a moment, he was frozen in time, but as she got closer he snapped out of it and crouched down for her to run into his arms.

“Hey, Cupcake,” his voice cracked as he held her tight. Her little arms wrapped around his neck like she never wanted to let him go, and he couldn’t help the tears that streamed from his eyes. Mira and T’Challa tried their best to hold it together, but neither could blink the tears away.

“What’s wrong?” Imani heard him sniffle and pulled back to look at his face.

“Nothing, baby, I’m just happy to see you.” He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to Bast to thank her for letting him live another day to see his daughter once more.

The four of them walked back to the palace with Imani talking Erik’s ear off the whole way as he carried her on his hip. The first thing she did when they got there was to show him her dolls, all of which were fully decked out in the most beautiful doll-sized finery T’Challa could get his hands on. Erik took in the sparkly purple walls and the finger paints by an easel in the corner of the room. Her canopy bed was the main attraction, though, and made her feel the princess she was.

“Damn, T did all this?” Erik asked as Mira entered the room behind him.

“Yep,” she laughed. “He’d do anything for that little girl.”

“Remind me to thank him later…” he trailed off as his eyes caught sight of an enormous, stuffed jaguar by the window seat. A goofy smile took over his face, and Mira couldn’t help but swoon. Over the past few weeks of her getting to see Erik at Ithemba, she could tell his spirit was lighter. However, it wasn’t until the three of them were sitting in Imani’s room playing with her dolls that she thought Erik actually looked happy. And not just happy, but happier than she had ever seen him. His smiles actually reached his eyes for the first time since before he left for Wakanda, and she loved to watch the two of them interact with each other. Erik was a gentle giant when it came to his baby girl, and all his fierceness flew out the window when Imani started popping butterfly clips in his locs. 

Erik noticed Mira was lost in her thoughts, so he reached over and grabbed her hand. He squeezed it and looked into her eyes, once again conveying his soul with a single look. 

He was home for good this time. Next Chapter

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