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kinsey3furry300 · 3 years ago

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So how the heck do the Avengers pay for stuff, and how rich are they?

So, in the wake of “Falcon and the Winter Soldier” There’s a lot of debate about why Sam didn’t seem to get paid well for his work in the Avengers (at least in the MCU continuity), and this has got me thinking: we’ve got no evidence that the Avengers are, financially, anything but a hot mess. So lets break it down, Avenger by Avenger, using real-world pay scales for the ones who have jobs.

Tony: a billionaire, so clearly he’s a financial genius, right? Well….. his actions say otherwise. He’s shown to be wildly irresponsible with his money. He inherited a lot of wealth form his parents which was managed by the first Jarvis, Obadiah, and Pepper for him, he buys and then gives away not just woks of art, but entire collections by major 20th century artists on a whim, destroyed his own cars and home without concern, he tanks the value of his own company in the first Iron Man with a bad press interview, gets kicked of his own bord of directors, and ultimately, in Iron Man 2, gives control of his company to Pepper. He’s insanely rich, and insanely smart, but man, he’s not smart with his money. So all the cool stuff, his suits, the Avengers tower, the facility up-state: that’s all paid for by him, but Pepper is holding the purse-stings. So, does he pay the others? We have no evidence for most of them… but we do with Spidey. Peter Parker is in the Stark Internship Program a euphemism to hide the fact he’s training and mentoring him as a super-hero, but I find the wording interesting: he refers to Spidey, his surrogate son and chosen heir, as an intern. I.E., Unpaid. I’m guessing this is Howard’s influence over him, some sort of ‘make you own way in the world, son’ attitude, but if he’s not paying Spidey, is he paying anyone else? He certainly pays for stuff super heroes suits and things, equipment, fuel, the base, but does he pay anyone a wage? No one ever mentions it. You think it would come up.

So, if he’s not paying them a wage, where do Avengers (and thier allies) get their day-to-day money from, and are they rich? Using google and https://www.federalpay.org, lets find out.

Cap: Well, before Civil war, he’s a shield operative, and he presumably still holds his military rank: he’s a US Army captain, with (well) over 40 years service, so USD$88,142.40 per year, with $237.71 drill pay (pay per drill you have to do on weekends, on leave or outside of normal service) and $175.00 per month hazard pay (which I bet is interesting) on top of that. As a WW2 veteran, he’d be eligible for a war pension if he:

Was not discharged for dishonorable reasons; and,

Served 90 days of active military duty; and,

Served at least one day during wartime ("wartime" as determined by the VA); and,

Had countable family income below a certain yearly limit; and,

Is age 65 years or older; or

Regardless of age is permanently disabled, not due to wilful misconduct.

As he’s still receiving 90k per year, he’s ineligible for a pension as his countable yearly income is above the limit. So if shield pays him in accordance with his rank and years of service, about $90, 600 per year incuding hazard pay.

After civil war, he’s a fugitive on the run, so presumably flat broke. I’d asume he gets his pension returened to him after the snap.

He’s also just gone from the 40’s to the present day, so 70 years of inflation probably makes buying things very confusing for him: everything would seem insanely expensive at first. He’d also not know what the correct prices are for anything invented after 45. You might get used to how much more expensive food and coffee is, but how much is a smart-phone worth? $200? $2000 $20000? Who knows? I bet the others have to facepalm a lot when he either refuses to pay for what he sees as clear price-gouging, and at the same time regularly pays insane amounts of money for goods and services because he doesn’t know better. He also has no known assets other than his pay: he rents an apartment making him one of the few American males in his age-group who isn’t a home-owner

Thor: Does Asgard even have currency? It’s depicted like a “Crystal spires and toga” type utopia with no poverty: even working class Asgardian’s like Scourge seem to be pretty well-off and want for nothing, so he’s from a post-scarcity society where actual magic is a thing. His “Another” coffee cup smashing and the fact he doesn’t have a computer of phone in Ragnarök might indicate that, no, he just doesn’t have, need or understand money. Splitting a bar tab with him must be a nightmare. His breakdown post snap indicates he’s got some cash, but not a huge amount, and is probably skiving of Valkyrie and the other Asgardians.

Banner: Okay, so a PhD could make you a lot of money from patents… in pharmacology or engineering. Theoretical physics? Not so good. And if Banner did have any patents, they’ve probably been seized under eminent domain by the US military. At the start of The Hulk film, he’s working a entry-level factory job at a botteling plant in Brazil. The minimum wage in Brazil is 1069.62 Real per month, that’s 12,835.44 Real per year, or around $2437.79 US per year, before everything goes wrong for him! He then runs off to India, works for Tony for a bit and then gets shot into space. Spidey may actually make more in allowance than Banner does, and Banner is a gown ass man with bills to pay: I’d imagine he loses a lot in ripped clothing.

Natasha and Barton: Pre Civil-war, both are government spooks, so how well does that pay? The salaries of CIA Intelligence Analysts based in the US range from $25,838 to $685,701 , with a median salary of $125,340, so let’s assume that Shield pays in a similar range: $685,701 per year for Director Fury, around 125,000 for Natasha and Cliff, which explains Cliff’s nice, middle-class mid-western home. Post civil war, presumably not great: we know that Natasha spends a lot of her savings running and hiding all across the world, and Cliff takes a deal and presumably lives of his savings, pension and his wife’s income.

Rhodes: Full USAF colonel with over 10 years service? $105,562.80 per year, plus $293.23 drill pay per drill and $175 per month hazard pay, and because he’s team Stark and not Team Cap in Civil War, he’d not lose any of that. He presumably also gets an injury pay-out after his accident. After T’challa and Stark, he might be the best paid avenger.

Dr Strange: spends all his money he made as a surgeon on trying to cure his hands: spends literally his last dollars heading to Nepal to train. Wong even jokes with him about their lack of worldly money when asking for a tuna-melt. But, can use illusion to make people think he has money, and his home and clothes etc. come with the job, so in the same boat as Thor in that he has no money, but needs none AKA, he’s a bastard to try and split a restaurant bill with.

Wanda and Vision: No know source of income, just sort of live in Tony’s hose and eat his food, and on top of that Wanda goes on the run after civil war… yet they can stay in fancy hotels in Edinburgh, a relatively expensive city, and Vison apparently bought them a house to retire in, so one of them has some source of money. Maybe Tony gave Vision years of back-pay form when he was still Jarvis, or maybe the vison has a day job, which is, frankly, hilarious. Could you imagine him as a barista? I can, and it makes me very happy.

Scott Lang: I’d assumed he’d be super, super broke, but apparently the average pay for a private security consultant in the Bay area is $85,430 per year. Not bad. Pity he gets sucked into the quantum realm just as his business is taking off, so presumably, flat broke again.

Bucky: no known income, and I doubt Hydra paid him for being the Winter Soldier so he probably has no savings, but he should, technically, qualify for a military pension. As a single veteran, he’d be eligible for federal tax-free pension of up to $1732 per month, or $20,784 tax free per year. Not much for someone who lives in NYC. He may also be eligible for medical benefits over the loss of his arm. Whether or not he got to see any of that money given how confused his life has been over the past 10 years is unclear, but on paper he’s eligible.

T’challa: He is, quite possibly, richer than Stark, and as an absolute monarch pays no tax and has access to his Nation’s vast wealth in vibanium. It’s good to be the king!

Captain Marvel: USAF captain, and a test pilot; the test pilot school only accepts applicants with a service length of less than 9 years 6 months (10 years six moths of helicopters) as they don’t want older applicants. With 8 years service, $79,538.40, plus drill pay and hazard. However, no know (human) pay since 1990. Flat broke.

Guardians of the Galaxy: no data, but I’m assuming “Cowboy Bebop” levels of perpetual never-ending poverty given the way they choose to live. I’d also assume Rocket has taken all their cash into some sort of Ponzi scheme of his own creation, because just look at him, of course he has.

Spidey: he’s got about $10 of his aunts’ money at any given time, so he can buy lunch… which may in fact be more than Banner or Lang, and we know it’s more that Strange or Thor.

So, here the big one: how rich or how broke is Sam?

Sam Wilson: annoyingly, we’re not directly told what rank Sam held in any MCU film. USAF pararescue “Maroon berets” are generally NCO’s (but there’ are officer-ranked pararescue) , and he’s seen working on his wings at one point, where as officers don’t generally work on or maintain airframes. He’s shown wearing a Nation Air guard grey while jogging at one point to confuse the matter further. The general consensus on redit is he’s a former USAF tech sergeant (E-6). But how long was he in the air force? With six years service (the minimum sensible time he could have served to work in pararescue based on his age), that would be $41,464.80 per year, plus drill pay and hazard. As Anthony Mackie, the actor that plays him, was 36 as of Civil War, and assuming the character is the same age, and assuming he retired from the air force that year, and he joined the USAF at 17, the youngest you can join, he’d have served 19 years, giving him a pay of $51,566.40, the maximum pay you can get at this rank before promotion to Master Sergent, but meaning he left just before he’d qualify for the 50% final salary pension you’d qualify for after 20 years. Which seems weird. So let’s assume the character is one year older than the actor that plays him and served 20 years (ages 17-37), that means Sam has a military pension of $25,783.20 per year (20,784 of it tax-free), plus any injury benefits. He councils other veterans, but doesn’t get paid for that. He also chooses Team Cap in Civil War, so would become a wanted criminal, and so lose his income between 2016 and 2018, and then gets snapped and has no income for 5 years, which would destroy his credit rating. Like the rest of Team Cap, he presumably gets his post snap pardon, and goes to work for the US government at his former pay and rank. However, given how Captain John Walker treats him as an equal, it’s possible he’s been promoted to a captain when the hired back, giving him a pay of between $54,176.40 to $88,142.40 (with 20 years experience, depending on if they take into account his prior service or not, and how much prior service he has), but either way, he’s just starting this as a new job after being legally dead for 5 years: no savings, and no credit.

Commercial fishing vessels cost about 10% of their total value per year in maintenance alone. I can’t identify what sort of boat the Wilson’s have, but some quick googling indicates that the cheapest 15m long wooden in-shore shrimp trawler costs around $140,000, so that’s $14,000 per year in maintenance costs alone, minimum. And that’s a lower estimate, assuming the rest of the business is sound, which we know it isn’t.

So, in concussion, yes, Sam is in some serious financial trouble until he can re-build his savings and credit, but the scary bit is he’s not alone in that: he’s probably better off than Lang, Banner, Danvers, Strange, Thor, Bucky, Wanda and Parker. Only Clint (if he gets a full pardon and gets his full pension), Rhodes, Stark and T’challa aren’t in some sort of potential financial problems. That asshole bank teller was right: despite the fact it seems to pay well on paper, with a few exceptions, the Avengers financials are probibaly a mess. EDIT: Rocket is running the Ponzi scheme, if that’s not clear from context. The others know they have money somewhere, but not where it’s gone. And It’s been pointed out to me that as he’s technically a POW while he’s the Winter Soldier, Bucky is owed over 70 years back-pay, equal to over 3 million dollars, details in the notes.

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urimaginespimp · 4 years ago

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Gorgeous (pt2 of This Love)

Bucky x Elemental Witch Reader x platonic Steve

Setting is during Civil War

Read the prologue here to know about your character’s story.

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Midgardians were indeed strange. Natasha and the rest of the team did their best in making sure you would settle well with them, and so far, you were getting the hang of it. They were always amused watching you and Vision try to act what they call “normal.”

Along with being introduced to everything was also knowing about your personal preferences. You love reading almost all kinds of books, and you found horror movies funny, especially the ones about possessions. You could almost hear the Norns that raised you snort at them. You also love exploring the numerous genres of music they have.

Steve and you have become quite close, and his favorite pastime were telling you about his life before becoming the Captain America. His stories about a best friend he calls “Bucky” was your favorite. The man you’ve never met reminds you of your favorite men in the romance novels you’ve read – charming, handsome (you assumed), and he sounded kind. You were surprised when Steve told you about finding out that he was alive all this time after being brainwashed by Hydra. The captain still looks like he’s longing to get his friend back.

Despite being over a century year old, the team treated you like a younger sister because of your naivety. Sam was like the bad influence brother - always teaching you about pranks. Overall, you were settling just fine in the lifestyle you were only introduced into over a year ago.

The Norns have taught you that challenges and doom were always going to be lurking at every corner. Tony and Steve were currently in disagreement. World leaders were trying to get the team controlled and regulated. An explosion rocked in Vienna during a meeting, and some people are killed among them is the King of a place called Wakanda. Now the authorities were claiming the bomb was planted by the Winter Soldier – the man Steve has told you so much about.

Now the team was divided, and you didn’t know where to place yourself. Your family was falling apart. You still weren’t considered a Midgardian and could easily leave Earth. You thought about reaching out to Thor, but how could you, when the same man who told you to reach him through e-mail, didn’t even have a phone? And Bruce himself was still nowhere to be found.

Cap has assembled a team with Sam, Clint, Wanda, and an Ant guy you were yet to meet, to stop another man named Zemo. But by operating outside of authority, they all become renegades. You almost laughed when you heard that in Tony’s side was a Spider guy.

Everyone was currently at an airport in Stuttgart, Germany. You were sitting on the roof of one of those ramps, looking over the team as Tony was still trying to negotiate with Steve. You noted the man with the metal arm standing next to him. So this must be Bucky. He was much more handsome as you imagined him to be – tall, piercing blue eyes and dark long hair. The girls you’ve met around the city would’ve gushed over him, joking about what they’d like to do with him. And you almost kicked yourself for agreeing with a conversation that hasn't even happen yet.

“You sure you want no part of this, princess?!” Tony called out to you, making everybody’s attention turn your way.

“Frankly I could’ve left, Tony.” You stated, looking over everyone, trying to take in that this may be the last time your family would be in the same room. “But I learned that Midgardians love blowing off steam. I’m just here to make sure nobody gets seriously injured.”

“She’s not human?” you heard Steve’s friend ask him quietly. You heard him respond that it’s a long story. You shot the man a quick wink and a grin, making him cough in surprise.

So what if you might have a little crush on the man? Technically, witches your age are still considered mentally young – almost comparable to a Midgardian in her 20s.

A pitched battle breaks out, and as intended, you were going around making sure that nobody got gravely hurt.

You were now running alongside Nat.

“Is it weird that I may have a little crush on Steve’s friend?” you chimed.

“No surprise there. Is that why you refused to take sides?” She asked you, panting.

“Of course not, Nat. Plus you and Wanda are in different teams.”

“And?”

“We women should be sticking together. Leave the men acting childish.” you replied.

“Where’d you learn that?!” She was amused.

“I hang out with drunk women in club bathrooms!” you exclaimed.

You honestly thought Nat was intent on stopping Steve, but she took you all by surprise when she suddenly turns on Black Panther, allowing Cap and Bucky time to get in the Quinjet.

“You’re not even gonna introduce me?” you called him out.

“Not really the best time but Y/N, Bucky. Bucky, Y/N.” He hastily answered while getting in.

You and Bucky were staring at each other. He couldn’t quite decide whether to say to you. It was the first time a stranger was looking at him with glimmer in their eyes, as if she was genuinely glad to be introduced. And it was not the appropriate time.

“I find you incredibly attractive.” You found yourself blurting out while gazing at him. You heard Nat snort behind you, and you almost laughed at how taken back Bucky looked.

“Uh... I’m too old for you.” He awkwardly replied, and you chuckled.

You were about to tell him that you’re older than he’ll ever be, but a groan from T’Challa snapped you all back.

“Alright, time to go. Nice first date, kids.” Steve called out from the pilot.

“I’ll see you again, soldier.” You gave him a genuine smile. He scratched the back of his neck and gave you a shy nod before turning back to take his seat.

“You should ask those girl friends of yours to teach Steve a thing or two with flirting.” Nat commented, giving you a sly smile.

“Shut up, Nat. I wasn’t flirting.”

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It was no surprise when Steve sought you out to help him break the others from prison. The authorities didn’t know what to do with you, and you think it was because you never really broke any rules, you’re not from here, and they might be afraid of angering the god of thunder himself if they even touched you. So without thinking twice, you joined him.

“So...” you thought about asking him what happened to Bucky.

“Can’t say I’m surprised that even a witch would be crushing on my best friend.” He chuckled. He was now flying you in the Quinjet to god knows where.

“I blame you, Steve. You kept talking about him.” You punched his arm gently.

“If it helps, I think he finds you beautiful.”

But before you could respond, your mouth went agape as the view of the forest around you suddenly became a whole other place full of beautiful infrastructures you’ve never seen before.

“Welcome to Wakanda, Y/N.” Steve told you when he noticed you’ve gone quiet.

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Steve and you were welcomed by T’Challa and the princess named Shuri, and they escorted you both to what seemed to be a lab. Shuri was funny and you both hit it off immediately.

Stopping just outside a bar, Shuri turned to you. “I’m hoping to see more of you, Y/N. Your boyfriend awaits you.” She snickered and left before you could say anything. Steve gave you a sheepish look and told you that when they were asking who he was bringing in for security purposes, he might have told them that you have a crush on their patient.

Going in, you decided to stop by the doorway to assess everything.

“You sure about this?” You heard Steve asked someone, making you snap at their direction.

Sitting on a small bed was Bucky. His metal arm was gone, and he was wearing a white top and pants.

“I can’t trust my own mind.” he replied, and turned to where you were standing, giving you a polite smile. “So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back on there is the best thing for everybody.”

Steve nodded in understanding, and turned to you. “Are you just gonna stand there?” He asked you with a teasing smile.

“That depends if you only brought me here so you could properly embarrass me.” You replied, biting your cheek from smiling. He started walking back towards you with a small smile. Standing face to face, he started speaking a bit more quietly.

“Well, yes.” He answered and you shook your head at him, chuckling. “But I also wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything, Steve.” you nodded at him.

“Will... Will you uh- come back here if Shuri calls you that they’re finally waking him up? I’m just going to lay low for a bit, and I don’t know if I’d be still on the run when that happens.” he looked almost embarrassed to even ask you the favor, but before he could start rambling, you surprised him with a hug.

“You’ve taught me so much, Steve. Of course, I’ll look after your hot friend.” you chuckled to mask that your eyes were brimming with tears. You were going to miss him.

Breaking off from the embrace, Steve cupped your face and wiped a stray tear on your cheek. “Don’t scare him off, okay. I don’t think he’d be able to handle how much bolder women are these days.” you rolled your eyes at him but proceeded to give him a small nod.

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The lab was now preparing to put Bucky into a cryogenic sleep. When Steve left that morning, all he told him was that he was going to meet with a friend who might want to check out Wakanda. He didn’t expect that Steve meant you.

When he first saw you at the airport, he was taken back to how beautiful you were. He’s seen attractive people around when he was trying to live like a civilian, but there was just something refreshing about you. As soon as it was implied that you weren’t actually from earth and that you were a witch, he settled with that explanation. Maybe being beautiful came with your power.

But then you unexpectedly winked at him and even said you find him attractive so unapologetically. He tried to be sly about asking Steve about you but it was obvious that he caught on and was beaming at him like crazy. He told him about you, how you were raised by Norns, that Thor took back with him to earth, and that you’ve spent the year knowing how to be like the humans.

“She’s adapted to the world today better than I have, Buck.” Steve smiled at the thought of you. “I think she’d be the perfect teacher for you in the future.”

He was watching as Steve talked to you by the doorway and when you hugged him and started crying. After Steve comforted you, you turned to look at him again, now a cheeky smile was on your face as you walked towards him.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met. I’m Y/N.” You offered your hand for him to take.

“I’m James. Or you can call me whatever you’re comfortable with.” Your hand was soft and warm against his.

Steve heard what Bucky told you and flushed pink when he had an inkling to what you were going to respond to that. He could almost see you smirking.

“How about da-”

“Y/N NO.” Steve cut you off, fighting laugh. Bucky looked between the two of you, confused and intrigued at the same time.

“Steve, I called you that one time.”

“Those civilian friends of yours really should have more manners.” He shook his head at the memory of you calling him ‘daddy’ one morning after your friends told you to do so.

Turning back to the confused man before you, you gave him a full-blown smile. “I’ll call you by your name, Bucky.”

“Are you going with Steve?” He asked you.

“Nope. I still might be here once you wake up.”

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years ago

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Viking Empire (AU)

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My entry for Star’s Multi Fandom Follower Celebration

Prompt: Single Parent AU

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X OFC

Warnings: Fluff, cursing

Summary: Falling pregnant with the child of famed second heir to the Odinson dynasty or what is more commonly known as the Viking Empire, Loki Laufeyson, it felt fair she keep it hidden. Hiding for five years, the OFC is faced with a meeting with Loki after the company is divided and he wants to meet with her in hopes or rekindling an old flame. How well does he take to the discovery of a child baring his likeness and the woman he hopped to rekindle love with?

A/N: This is a modern AU as well. I hope I did this justice, I’m not used to normal characters and felt out of my element, but I had fun with this. There is a lot to this AU, and I tried to highlight all I felt was need to know so there wasn’t a big dump of info. The idea behind this is Loki along with Thor are heirs to the Odinson fortune even after Loki branches off from the family business and becomes a very successful rock star that later returns after his mother passes and is stuck with taking care of Odin due to Thor's own career. She had been afraid to tell him of the little boy due to all the other fake claims to him being the father of illegitimate children.

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It had been 6 months after their last meeting face to face, and a total of 8 since their last Skype. That made it possibly 9 total, for her to end up here, on her back in agony and cursing at whomever was listening.

An order from the doctor had her taking note the labor wasn’t going as planned, the chaos becoming more frantic around her, no, them.

“We have to do a c-section,” the doctor began as he touched her shoulder and began to sling around all medical jargon possible.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” she snapped drawing back to the conversation this child wasn’t ready to be born. Another sharp contraction cutting her short just like the doctor.

“It won't take long,” the doctor spoke as it all became a frantic need to get her into the OR.

Thankfully she was allowed awake and heard the little boys first cry. Looking over as a smaller than what they anticipated wailing baby was hurried to the incubator. Checking him over, from what she could see from her sprawled out position on the table, he truly appeared healthy.

“Hand him here,” she spoke hurriedly, mother’s instinct telling her, she was what the infant needed. It took a few moments, but the doctor himself told them to lay the crying baby to her skin for him to instantly quiet.

"Hey little guy," she soothed to the small bundle the nurse held next to her, even allowing her to move an arm to wrap the bundle as she was sewn up. "Looks like it's just us, but we will make it just fine," she breathed, kissing the little bundle that squeaked and cooed.

5 years later

She supposed, at times, she should have informed Loki, one of the heirs to the Odinson fortune, -god knew only how they came to be so wealthy-, that he had a son. But, there had been so many false claims to both he and his brother, Thor, being fathers to illegitimate children after the company was divided between them, she figured it was best to keep quiet.

Besides, the two of them were doing great on their own, she had a steady job at the law firm where she had met Loki. The Loki Laufeyson, business mogul and rock star, who had sought out legal help in assuring his father was taken care of after the older monarch began to fall ill.

She even had the small house they lived in paid for a few years before little Liam came along. Having grown accustomed to raising the little boy on her own and preferred it.

Taken to focusing on and raising the now 5-year-old that was settled next to her on the couch, fast asleep. Looking down at the ebony haired boy, she decided it was best to let him rest while she checked over emails from work before starting dinner.

A new email popped up the moment she opened the app on her phone. Her heart hammered hard in her chest when she realized it was from Loki's personal email account.

Nervously, for the first time in years she hesitated to open the email, something twisted her gut. This was the account he used to speak to her of matters that was just them. This wasn't from his assistant, but anxiously she pressed on it to open the document.

Evening love,

I understand that this may not reach you until the following day, but I was hoping to come by and see you that same day. I understand if you can't or frankly wouldn't want to, but I would love for you and I to have dinner together and catch up. It has finally calmed down enough for me to leave the company, and thankfully my brother has returned to take some of the stress.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Loki Laufeyson

Looking to the little boy asleep in her side, she swallowed hard. Loki did need to know, that was no question, but she didn't want to sound like some money-grubbing whore. Maybe have him come by before Liam was dropped off from school to judge how the business mogul took to the child that was an exact copy of him.

Pressing the reply icon, she sat out to transcribe an email before losing her nerve.

Evening Loki,

It is great to hear from you and I'm glad to hear that Thor has returned to help with the company. Yes, dinner sounds great. Could you stop by Barnes and Rogers law firm at 3?

Pressing the send button made her panic instantly. This could go one of two ways, good or bad, there couldn’t be an in-between. Her breath hitched as in seconds the reply to her email popped back up and she instantly opened it.

That is great to hear, and l look forward to dinner tomorrow evening.

See you soon,

Loki Laufeyson

Shit. What had she just done? They were fine just the two of them, but here she was jumping at the first chance to meet Liam’s father like a horny schoolgirl. Closing out of the app, she tried to calm herself, rationalize.

If Loki didn't want to acknowledge Liam at all, then so be it. It would speak to his character as a man not hers as a mother. She had endured numerous questioning of who the father was, the talk of her being a whore behind her back by family and had gotten support from friends who loved her.

She could do this, even if she felt like panicking.

Sitting at her desk, it was one p.m.. A pling coming across the computer alerted her to an email had her waking the screen up to find it was Loki. Opening it without hesitation, it was now or never.

Love,

I'm running behind, it may slighly closer to three thirty, is this a problem? If so I will gladly reschedule so we can still see each other tonight.

Loki Laufeyson

Ok, she was shocked at how it sounded as if he was dying to see her. It was still his personal email, so that meant this was him and not a secretary. Clicking the reply she composed her own email.

Loki,

3:30 is fine, my cell number is 123-456-7891. Don't hesitate to text or call if you need to.

Tapping send, it dawned on her that Liam would be here at that point. Heat flooded her cheeks as she looked out to the reception desk and her friend poked his head in.

"You aright? You look sick," Bucky chuckled, he was the owners son, having taken over the law firm after his father’s death. They handled big accounts such as Stark and T’Challa, but that didn't stop them from being down to earth and caring for one another.

"I'm fine," she faked, they had worked together enough to know she was lying, and he was the first to put together she was pregnant. Not to mention she was 100 percent sure Bucky knew that Loki was Liam’s father.

"Nope, you're not," he spoke stepping into the room to shut her door to speak privately. "Come on doll, tell me what’s going on. Youve been jumpy all morning."

"I have not been jumpy," she retorted, sitting back in her seat to cross her arms over her chest to stick her tongue out at him. "It's Liam’s father."

"He contact you?"

"Yeah, he wants to have dinner this evening. I guess we will find out how he feels about Liam," she smiled nervously as Bucky took a seat in front of her desk to lounge back.

"Well, however it goes, you know we got your back," he smiled reassuringly.

She had no way of telling Bucky how that put her at ease. Bucky meant it when he told her that, the entire firm got involved when it came to Liam, they helped with childcare, arrangements if she couldn't break away from court and all that. Not to mention all they did right after birth to make her life easier.

"Good to know Buck," she smiled, she didn't want to think of how far south this could go if Loki went off the deep end and began to make demands of she and Liam.

A little after three, Liam came running into the law firm fresh off the bus, the young black-haired boy getting everyone involved in his usual late evening excitement. Natasha was sure to hurry out and give him a hug and snack she kept for him; the red head loved the little boy like her own. It had been hard on she and Bucky when they found out she couldn’t bare children, but this worked out in Liam's favor. They got the kid whatever he asked for.

Finally running into his moms office, he hurried to show his treat before going to his miniature desk and chair Steve had bought for Liam when he was born. She couldn’t help but smile over at him, watching as he pulled a book out to look it over as the door chimed that someone had entered.

It was still only ten after three and it would be awhile before Loki showed. Getting to her feet she smoothed out the pants suit to great the visitor only to pause in the doorway. The common phrase stick in her throat as she met the man's emerald gaze.

“Good evening,” she finally choked out to Loki with a smile as he made several large strides to stand before her.

He looked great, hot, in the black on black suit and tie, his hair longer but styled nicely. This was in no way the man she knew used to dress in leather, this wasn't the rocker she dealt with. He had changed, but it wasn’t a bad look.

Noting him look to her side, he had opened his mouth to speak only to pause as his gaze fell on the black haired, green eyed boy that stared back at him.

“Um. Good evening," Loki finally croaked, coming out of his stupor as she looked down to Liam then back to Loki.

"This is Liam," she finally croaked herself. "Please don't make a scene," she pleaded quietly so only Loki heard, she seen the anger in his eyes flash, but it had calmed as he looked over the tall 5-year-old who turned to step back to his little desk and finish his snack.

"I'm not. I came here to ask-. To see if you would agree to-. Dinner, how do the two of you feel about dinner at the Lotus? I arranged for a private room, there is enough seating," he garbled together quickly but elegantly. If Liam was truly his child, which there was no doubt he was, then Loki in no way wanted to be an absent father one like his own step-father Odin.

Giving a careful nod and smile, she agreed with Loki. "Dinner sounds great, let me shut everything down and we will leave."

"Excellent, I have a car waiting a block away, so we want be bothered," he admitted, knowing how she felt about all the attention, and now he himself didn't want it all over the news of his son and the mother of his child.

The evening was quiet, it surprised her Loki spoke to Liam, asking him questions about school and what he liked. It thrilled the boy someone was interested in his comic books, chattering away through the meal for him to only quiet when dessert arrived in the form of chocolate cake.

A careful caress over her knuckles had her turning attention from Liam, who was all but wearing the cake, to Loki who was continuing his ministrations on her hand. Meeting his gaze, she seen care, it appeared he was enthralled with her raising the boy on her own.

"Why didn't you ever tell me love," he asked quietly, caressing her knuckles still as he held her gaze, though it flicked to Liam then back to Loki.

"It wasn't the time; you had just inherited the company along with Thor. It was a lot for all of us to take in honestly. I composed several emails and deleted them. I didn't want you to think I was helpless that I was trying to take anything form you, especially as you were getting your life back in order. I-."

"It's fine love. It's fine," he cut her off kindly, a stark difference from the man she first met. It appeared he was doing well. "We will talk more tonight, if you would like."

"I would. You are welcome in our home anytime," she smiled as Liam finished the cake and began to chatter away once more to Loki who gave a kind smile and pulled away from her.

“When was he born,” Loki asked the moment she returned from putting Liam to bed after his bath.

“July 8th,” she spoke, giving a smile as she picked up his Ironman backpack to riffle through it before placing it on the hook next to the front door with the coats. Turning to note the look of understanding on the man's face as he lounged on her couch.

"He does well in school?"

"He does. Top of his class actually, loves to read like his father," she smiled as she stepped close to the couch to take a seat, meeting Loki's gaze as he sat forward, giving her all of his attention.

“Look,” she huffed, knowing it was best to get it out in the open. “I don’t need any help; we’ve done just fine on our own. You have no obligation to Liam or me for that fact.”

A sour looked crossed the man's features as if what she said was foreign to him. Shaking his head he ventured to scoot closer, he had come here to actually attempt to rekindle with her, but now it appeared he had an added bonus.

“Did I say anything that would make you think I would just toss the two of you to the side?” Loki seemed to snap; it wasn't aimed at her. Damn she was bold, no wonder he was and still is taken with her. “I want to-. I don’t want to abandon either of you. You know the hell I suffered, why would I intentionally do that to my own son, and the mother to my son.”

Taken back by his sudden admittance, she paused and looked the man over. That wasn’t what she expected, it was more along the lines of thanks for accompanying me to dinner, but this just isn't going to work; or possibly demand proof he was the father and maybe go to the extreme of taking Liam.

Though she had a feeling he was far from it as he scooted so their knees touched. Not moving as he reached out a hand to take her own in his tenderly.

“Then don’t," she spoke, surprised she wasn't pushing him away, but this felt so much like the Loki she knew, she didn't want him to stop.

"I'm sorry love," he breathed, leaning in close, freehand caressing across her cheek, one he couldn't help but relish in the familiarity of. The many times he had taken her to bed summed up into one gesture.

"It's life Loki, it's the hand we were dealt. But we have a chance to make it right," she smiled, hand trailing down her side to push the elastic of the lounge pants to caress over the scarred flesh of her lower abdomen.

Loki pushed back from her, making her realize she hadn't told Loki how Liam was born. Surprised when he gingerly pushed the elastic to look at the pink scar running hip to hip across the plump flesh. Looking up to meet her gaze, she seen worry in his eyes, he knew this couldn't have been easy for her.

"I'm fine, he was just born early due to gestational diabetes. They kind of took him a little too early but he was born perfect," she smiled feeling his finger trace the scar before he moved to wrap her face and pull her lips to his.

"Thank god," he whispered across her lips, pressing his to hers feverishly.

"Let's make this work, the two of you by my side love," he breathed as the kiss broke and he gathered her into his lap. "We will take it slow. Keep it private."

"That sounds perfect," she hummed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling tight as he returned the hug.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 6 years ago

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Into the Dark (9/?)

A/N: Thor is comforted knowing you never found him especially attractive anyway. Also T’challa is a cutie pie and I love him.

In the morning Loki and Brunhilde wound their way up the hill to your cottage. They weren’t sure if they were going to have to help you hide a body or not. Loki had come to check on you and had peered through a window to see Thor looking deep in thought on one end of the sofa and you on the other looking like you were on the verge of a complete mental break. But he couldn’t make himself walk into the house. You didn’t like having an audience when you’re breaking apart. The fewer people in that house the better. He just hopes Thor knows what he’s doing, given that he caused most of the pain that caused the breaking.

They quietly planned how to deal with this on the path, “What if they fucked?” Brunhilde asked, “Like what if he managed to fix it.” Loki looked towards the house and shook his head, “I don’t think Thor is going to be able to fix it just by fucking her brains out.”

He quickly and quietly explained everything that had happened before. He left out some details. The child you had lost and your journals, things that felt too private to share. But he told her all the rest. The pain you’d borne because of your husband’s foolish pride. The Valkyrie listened quietly. She hadn’t known all of that. She figured your marital problems were more a clash of personality and a symptom of an arranged marriage. You’d never told her anything otherwise. The other woman suddenly felt like the world’s biggest bitch for thinking you were insecure when you were awkward around her at first. Brunhilde had no interest in Thor that way but, it wouldn’t have been the first time Thor had brought home a lover and just trailed them in front of you. “Fucking hell,” she breathed, “How has she not just killed him?” Loki chuckled darkly, “For the love she had for our mother because this is her duty, because; as she told me once years ago, she’s still holding out for a fairy tale. And this is her only chance.”

“Don’t tell her I told you all this,” Loki said quietly, “I think, if any of new Asgard bothered to think about it now, Thor would have an open rebellion on his hands and with the Wakandans coming to discuss trade, we can’t afford that. Not after her majesty has worked so hard.”

Brunhilde nodded, “Of course not,” she said, “If she wanted me to know she’d have told me.” She looked towards your cozy little house, thinking of all the times she’s come to check on you, all the times you literally flinched away from Thor touching you, all the vile things she’s heard Thor say to you in the depths of his grief, and she feels angry. You are his queen. He should have cast all the others aside and protected you. Loki gave her hand a squeeze. He knew that pain. He had watched it all happen in real time.

He had been the one person you could even try to put feelings into words with and even then, you were forbidden by hospitality from saying too much.

So, when Thor walked out of your house, intact but sleepy and looking content, neither Brunhilde or Loki no what to say. Thor had spent the night giving you tea and holding you to him. From the shocked looks on his friend’s faces, he assumed they had expected to be hiding a body this morning. “Good morning,” he said yawning, stretching. His shirt riding up to show a sliver of his belly.

“Good morning,” Loki said cautiously, “How is her majesty? Any better this morning.” Thor paused, tugging his shirt back down and sighed, “Functional, I think,” he said, “But I’m hardly an authority on knowing how to read her.” The Valkyrie snorted and looked away. She wanted to punch him. Thor had the grace to look ashamed of himself, “I-” he started but the other woman pushed past him and let herself into the house. Whatever he wanted to say, she was in no mood to hear it.

Thor cocked his head at Loki, trying to decide if this was something he should be mad about. “She wanted to know if we were about to walk in on you having sex,” Loki said holding his hands up, “She needed to know so she didn’t try and joke about it with Y/N.” Thor felt his cheeks color. There was some comfort in the fact that you hadn’t really wanted to have sex with him before either. At least, despite how much his body had changed, that was still the same. He nodded, half listening to you talking with Brunhilde. Your voice was calm but the Valkyrie was careful, mindful of your still tender heart. He turned back slightly and she’d pulled you into a hug and appeared to be trying to squeeze the life out of you but then she murmured something and you laughed as she wiped a tear away with her thumb. The King felt a pang of longing. He wished he could coax a laugh out of you that easily. But whenever he was near, your laugh was seldom heard. You knew how much he hated it and tended to try not to just for the sake of whatever fragile peace you may have been able to reach.

Loki grips his shoulder bracingly for a moment and lets himself in as well, helping himself to coffee and a pastry from the basket on your table. They were so at ease in your house, Thor thought, as he went back to his tower. But then, your house was made for comfort. You’d made it to be that way. Thor had scoffed at the time when you moved out of the tower he had claimed as his own, driven out by his behavior. But now, seeing the ease with which Asgardians came to your door, for food, for a chat, for advice... It made sense. Removed enough to give you peace and near enough that you can be seen.

This mornings breakfast and chat, Loki and Brunhilde are in fine fettle. They have you laughing and groaning at their antics by turns. It’s like they’re reassuring themselves as much as you. In private, Loki will kiss your head or squeeze your hands. And he does both several times. Brunhilde is less cautious of her affections. She’d pull you off your feet into a hug in a heartbeat. But then, if you were shagging the Valkyrie on the side it wouldn’t mess up the succession to the throne.

By the time you’re dressed and out and about, any evidence of yesterday erased after a hot shower and a decent meal, New Asgard is awake and humming with activity. There is a visiting King coming today and they must be welcomed properly. You take the reins and supervise with expert precision. Everything in place easily for the feast when they arrive this evening. T’challa is an ally and a friend of your husband’s. Trade can be discussed after food and rest. He’s traveling far. Thor does whatever you ask, whatever heavy lifting you need him to do. He wants to ask how you’re feeling but as you sip coffee and execute a series of frankly fascinating movements with your feet to return a stray ball to a gang of very rowdy and now very impressed boys, he just wants to kiss you. Or find the nearest soft bed to lay you on and part your thighs.

This is your element. You are a queen even if you never wanted to be.

When the Wakandans do arrive in the late afternoon, you’re at Thor’s side properly. He takes your hand and squeezes and you allow it. Your hand is so small compared to his. T’challa and his guard are greeted warmly and he greets you with a smile that makes your heart flip a little. You keep your social smile in place but Loki doesn’t miss the flash of something else, however small.

He jolts internally. You had had to plan this yourself. You had had to talk to T’challa. A lot. Even if it was just social and polite, he’d been kind. Solicitous. Even a little sweet. Such a contrast to how you were usually spoken to when Thor had first met you. He could kick himself. You might be a queen but you were still a woman and you’d spent a long time mistreated. The trickster sighed, this was going to be a fiasco if you couldn’t hold yourself together.

Thor is mostly oblivious. Mostly. He doesn’t miss the flush on your cheeks when T’challa sweeps you onto the dancefloor. And he doesn’t miss that most of the trade talks are mostly between the two of you.

It isn’t until the third day that he starts to feel uneasy. You’re in the meeting house, cutting up vegetables for the after-school program and assembling other snacks to distribute. Your other helpers having gone to get the gardens in good repair for planting. Thor watches from the door. You’re so easy around him. He says things that make you laugh and when his hand brushes yours, you blush. It’s the softest shade of pink spilling across your cheeks. It makes Thor feel like falling through the floor. He’s never made your cheeks color. Not like that.

Not with his cold clinical touches and rough words. The Wakandan King keeps a respectful distance of you and you make it a point to also keep things professional but Thor can’t fight the feeling that the last little piece of your heart, so cautiously guarded, might already be lost to him.

T’challa excuses himself to go confer with his advisors, clasping Thor’s hand on the way out, “I can only hope that one day, I will find a queen as wise and beautiful as yours,” he says glancing back to where you’re working, “This trade deal is a work of genius and I think it will benefit us both greatly.” Thor nodded, “She is very clever, I thank the gods for my parent’s wisdom in choosing her for me.” T’challa smiled and walked out of the hall, leaving the two of you alone.

The blush still hasn’t faded from your cheeks and Thor feels a pang as he walks towards the table. “Y/N,” he says gently. He can’t even be angry at you for it really. You aren’t being inappropriate. In fact, you’re behaving with dignity and grace. There are no whispered words that aren’t quiet jokes. There are no secret meetings. All your business is conducted in the open. The way Thor should have behaved.

“Yes, husband?” you reply putting cut carrots in a snack box but not looking up. Thor gently takes the knife from your hands and tips your face up, cradling it in his massive hands. “Thank you,” he says, brushing a careful kiss against your lips. You arch an eyebrow and Thor smiles, “for always treating me with more respect than I deserve.” he murmurs. Your face heats in embarrassment and you look away.

“I’m not angry,” he says, “I don’t have a right to be.” He picks up another knife and clumsily starts cutting vegetables up. “I do remember what you told me a few years ago,” he said, “When I was railing at you that you just didn’t want to have sex with me because I’d gotten fat.”

You shrug, “It’s true,” you said, “I’ve never been particularly attracted to you.” Thor snorts, “Has there never been anyone before now?” You sigh. It’s an honest question. “A few people,” you say softly, “They felt so safe and I just wanted to go home so badly...” Your hands still for a moment as a tremor of longing makes the shiver. “I never acted on it,” you said, “But goddess above did I fucking want to.” Thor doesn’t look at you. He knows you aren’t trying to hurt him but it still stings.

He’d never considered you as a being with a sex drive before. There was so much about you he never really considered that seeing you want someone that much made him hate that it wasn’t him. He cursed himself for the millionth time.

You had passions. You had needs. And it was his fault for being so wrapped up in other women that you were still practically a virgin. You knew how the parts fit together but Thor would swear to it that even with a man you felt attraction for you’d not know what to do. He sets the knife down and walks around the table, pulling you to him slowly. You don’t resist as much as he thought you might, letting your cheek rest against his chest and slowly wrapping your arms around him. “When this is over,” Thor said quietly, “You and I are going to take a vacation. Just you and I.” He brushes his lips against your hair.

“Let me have a chance to treat you like I should have treated you?” he asks. After a long moment, you pull away from him as Children start to pour through the doors for snacks and help with homework. “As your majesty wills it, I suppose,” you say guardedly. But in the back of your mind no matter how hard you try to will it away, the others you've been attracted to are there. Lurking. Reminding you that you gave up happiness for duty.

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sarcastic-sunshines · 6 years ago

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ABIONA AU - Before Abiona Interlude Part 3: Jealousy is a Disease

Pairing: T’ Challa x Black!Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 2893

Link to ABIONA by @writingmarvellousimagines

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Part: (1) (2) (3) (I1) (I2) (4)

Jealousy is a Disease

It was Saturday, which meant that Alix was home from work. She lived for Saturdays because she would take the morning to sleep in as late as she felt like it. At 7 months, baby was very active and still having football matches in the middle of the night. Add that to the general discomfort of being an expectant mother, Alix’s night were not rejuvenating. Since her little breakdown and her midnight cravings increased, T’Challa had started to spend the nights with Alix, generally being up when she was. He hardly complained and still got up early to do his royal duties. Just like on this specific Saturday, Alix reached out behind her and felt nothing. She went into her guestroom, which was at one point T’Challa’s room but now basically his study because he was only ever in there to work. There he was, but he wasn’t working like she had expected to see… He was laughing on the phone, not his kimoyo beads, his phone. Whoever it was not, wasn't in Wakanda, but they sure had him rolling with laughter at 11AM in the morning.

Alix came in looking suspiciously. T'Challa's back was to her, but as he turned and saw Alix he quickly ended the call.

“Oh my Bast, Tina, you are so funny, but I unfortunately have to go. ” Alix raised her eyebrows and wonder what was unfortunate about ending a call with Tina.

She liked Tina. She was one the single moms in her lamaze class. Ever since she started bringing T'Challa with her, Tina and few other moms, some even married, had decided to befriend him. Every session, T'Challa was the star. They were all touchy, clung to every word he uttered and laughed at everyone of his terrible jokes. It was ridiculous and took away from her time with T'Challa. He was her partner after all, but as of recently, he had turned into the volunteer partner for all the other mom’s in the class. She didn’t know how it started but everytime she saw him hold another mom’s hand, her heartburn made a fiery return and she didn’t like it. Tina, specifically, had been benefiting the most. She now got a ride home from them every once in a while. Again, she liked Tina, and no pregnant woman should have to take the bus if she didn’t have to. However, after watching T’Challa play good Samaritan for an hour and a half, she thought she deserved some alone time. Tina was starting to infiltrate every aspect of her life and Alix wasn’t having it.

“What did Tina want,” she said with her hands holding her side.

“Good morning to you too? How did you sleep? I slept pretty well except for when you kicked me but as the mother of my child I will forgive you. Did I tell you how beautiful you look when you wake up, ” T’challa said with a humorous smile as he pulled Alix in between his legs as he kissed her belly.

“Yeah, yeah, morning to you to, what did Tina want?”

“If you must know we were just having a casual conversation, nothing special,” he explained while pulling her into his lap. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist. Yet, she was still staring at him suspiciously.

“Then what was so funny?”

“Oh Tina...she was telling me” He struggled to finish the sentence as he laughed. “ ...about... I can’t do it justice.” Alix rolled her eyes and got off his lap and headed to the kitchen as T’Challa tried to get his laughter back under control. She had had enough. She didn’t need this in the morning and she had a child to feed.

The rest of the day passed just the way Alix expected. It was the new normal that she liked but would never admit to. T’Challa always provided her with his undivided attention, from them going grocery shopping, to running more errands. Even going to the mall to try on some maternity clothes. He did have the Doras there, but he never allowed them too close so she wouldn’t feel crowded or draw attention to them. There was a slight difference this Saturday. Every time she turned to look at him, he was on his phone, texting no one else but Tina. Alix was going to lose it. Even when they went to this adorable boutique, and Alix tried on this gorgeous white sweater dress. She exited the dressing room hoping to get T’Challa’s opinion only to find him typing. Though he looked up as soon as she got out only to praise her, she was still ready to throw that phone out the window.

She was in a bit of a mood when they got home. T’Challa refused to ask because frankly the mood swings were becoming a bit much for him and she had been like this since she got up. He liked his Saturdays with Alix and he did not want it to go sour. It was the only time she ever let him pamper her. It allowed him to feel like an actual couple without her getting all caught in the emotions of it and ruining the perfectly good moment. So if she was a bit grumpy, he definitely was not going push it. After putting everything away they both collapsed on the couch. Alix turned on the TV so they could continue binge watching reruns of the The Fresh Prince. Alix slowly but surely inched closer to T’challa. He noticed but made no comment. It was Saturday after all. Very soon, she was nestled into his arms and willfully accepting the kisses he was leaving on her head and shoulder.

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads went off, signalling he had a call from Shuri. He got up to take the call into his study, leaving his phone on the table. As he placed it Alix’s eyes followed the phone’s placement. She heard the door of the study close and immediately reached for the phone. Of course, a password was needed. It really could be anything. She tried his birthday, no luck, Shuri’s, no luck. She didn’t know Ramonda’s but she didn’t think it would be that. She was running out of chances before the phone would be disabled. On a whim she tried hers and the app screen appeared. Alix rolled her eyes at his corniness while trying not to smile. She went into his contacts and deleted Tina’s number as well as that of all the other moms in Lamaze. She was going to do the dads as well but she didn’t want to be too obvious. She went to his messages and saw the thread between him and Tina.

She started to feel guilty. Here he was trying to prove his trust and she was getting worked up over a woman who was just being friendly. Or so she hoped. Tina was quite beautiful. She had shown the group pictures of herself before pregnancy but it was like the pregnancy glow really worked in her favour and amplified what was already present. Meanwhile, Alix was not even sure if she had ever even had a glow. The only thing she could contest to was her feet were swelling and her nose was spreading. It was a weak moment, yes, but she didn’t read the messages and put the phone down. She continued to stare at it only to pick it up again and delete the messages. She comforted herself by knowing she didn’t read them. She closed the message app and finally looked at T’Challa’s background. It was one of the pictures she sent when he was in Wakanda for the beginning of the week. She remembered taking that because she, for some reason really missed him and couldn’t explain why. Her curiosity grew so she went to his photo gallery and was shocked how many pictures he had of her and her bump, the baby's ultrasounds over time, and even recordings of their heartbeats. She always wondered why he would ask for a recording every week like it had changed. The nurses now had it prepared before he asked.

Everything was categorised and chronological in true T’Challa fashion. She smiled as she went through them when T'challa entered the room and peaked over the couch only to find Alix going through his photos.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” Alix jumped a little. “I see you are enjoying my photo album. Why are you on my phone anyways?”

She felt embarrassed for getting caught but continued on to lie anyways. “I had to call my mom and your phone was already there so I did that. Your password is quite predictable by the way. ”

“I have nothing to hide, so it is okay if you can figure it out. How did a call lead you to my pictures?” Alix felt the guilt rising again.

“I, um, I saw I was your background and wanted to see the others,” she said looking away from him. “It is strange how many you have. You are a bit stalkerish, aren’t you?”

T'Challa responded. "Don't act like you were not just grinning like a schoolgirl going over my beautifully curated albums."

"Beautifully curated is a stretch,” she said.

"You were still giddy with joy though, " he replied as he went around to rejoin her on the couch.

They went back to watching television when T’challa picked up his phone for the third time in 20 minutes.

He finally spoke. “I know that western technology does not hold to Wakandan but this is ridiculous at this point. All of the mom’s numbers from Lamaze have disappeared including my thread with Tina. I knew I should have added it to my kimoyo contact list.” Alix began to fidget in his arms. T’Challa looked down at her with concern.

“Are you alright?”

“Yup just a little hot is all.”

“If you say so. I am sure Tina gave me her Instagram, not completely sure why but I will message her from there.”

Alix sat up suddenly and stared at T’Challa in what can only be described as a strange mixture of emotions. Of course, Tina would give him any possible way to take her time from him.

“I am going to take a nap.”

“Alix,it is 5PM.”

“I don’t care!”

T'Challa watched her disappear without saying a word. He was not ready to deal with whatever that was and he needed Tina to resend him the nursery room patterns she got from pinterest.

After thirty minutes, T’Challa stood outside the bedroom mentally giving himself a pep talk to whatever Alix would say. He promised himself he would start to learn to deal with her mood swings rather than hiding until the storm settled. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Alix”

“What!?!”

“Um I was only wondering if you are hungry. Would that make you feel better” She wouldn’t look at him but spoke. “Possibly. Is there anyway you could make some form of pasta. I am craving a creamy meal.”

“Only if you help me.”

“Fine.” She put her hands out for him to help her up.

They started making dinner together, joking around and talking as they normally do. T’Challa was busy hoping that Saturdays would come quicker so she could always be this happy. Suddenly, his phone rang and it was an unknown number.

As he went to pick it up Alix knew exactly who could be disturbing their time. Tina. She liked Tina, but this was really becoming ridiculous.

“Hello Tina. Thank goodness you called. My phone has been acting up and deleted your contact info. Luckily, you gave me you instagram,” he began to chuckle. A chuckle that grew to a full laugh.

Alix was growing irritated. Thirty minutes go by and T’Challa sees that Alix had been glaring at him and banging pots since he got on the phone. For thirty minutes, she had to listen to them obnoxiously laugh about nothing. Again. She likes Tina, but she was one to be very touchy with T’Challa and make comments about how handsome he is. As if she didn’t know, she wasn’t pregnant because he was ugly.

“Alix, do you need something? You are making so much noise.”

“I need you to get off the phone so we can eat. Baby is hungry!”

“Alright alright.” He went back to his phone call. “Tina, let us talk later, please. HA HA HA. Of course. Thank you again.”

He stared at Alix as she took her plate to the table and angrily began to eat. It suddenly clicked. He had given Apple a bad review when it was someone else who tampered with his phone. He checked his call log and found no call to Estelle was made. He laughed to himself knowing he was going to enjoy this conversation.

He smugly looked at Alix as they ate and said, “I think I figured out how to retrieve all those numbers I lost, ” just to see her squirm. “They must have gotten lost when you had to make that dire phone call to your mom with my phone.”

“What is the point you are making, T’Challa,” Alix said defensively as she puts down her fork.

“ No point made. Just observations. ”

“Great. So let me eat.”

“Yes, your jealousy is usually calmer when fed.” Alix immediately looked up and responded.

“I am not jealous, especially of Tina!”

“No one said her name or who it could be,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. He was really enjoying himself at this point as Alix was just staring daggers at him.

“Do not worry. This man only has eyes for the mother of his child. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He doesn’t think she has looked any more gorgeous than she has carrying their child.” Alix smiled at the table as he continued.

“And if she had let her jealousy be put aside, she wouldn’t have ruined the surprise bassinet she had been dying to get that he had spent the whole day trying to get for her. Tina knew a place that still had it available.”

Alix took a minute to soak up his cuteness. She was grinning really hard. Of course, he was being so sweet. He always found a way to outdo himself.

“Thank you, T’Challa. And no one said anything about jealousy. Tina gossips a lot and I know you don’t always appreciate that so I was trying to help you.”

“Yes I did notice that about her, but our business was purely informational. By the way, did you know Antoinette and her husband are on their 6th? I do not know why they are in the class. Tina says it is the only alone time they get, ” he said shaking his head.

Alix laughed because as much as T’Challa said he doesn’t like gossip he enjoyed all tea that is spilled all the time. “I know they definitely look like they need it with 5 children and another on the way. It could never be me. ”

“Yes, 6 is far too many. An even 4 would be more suitable.”

“I hope you are not planning the other three with me because this shop is closed and the IUD is going back as the baby goes out.”

“It didn’t stop me before.”

Alix flicked her napkin at him as they both laughed.

“All I am saying is this little one is going to need a playmate.”

“T’Challa I cannot have this conversation right now. I am trying to keep this baby fed right now and healthy for the next two months okay.”

“That is fair.” They went back to eating when T'Challa finally said, “ How about three?”

“They only need one playmate. We both only had one.”

“But more would be better.”

“Well, lucky for you, you haven’t married yet, maybe there is another poor soul you would like to impregnate, ” She said with a smile as T’challa frowned.

“You are so funny, especially since you were the one doing all that conniving and squirming over Tina. I wouldn’t want this poor soul to have to deal with you, knowing she carries my child.”

“You are so full of it,” she said squinting with a half angry face

“Oh I know. As are you, that is why we are so compatible,” he smiled at her pouting face knowing he had won.

As they washed the dishes, T’Challa was dying of laughter over Alix. She felt proud that she was the one making him laugh so hard. T’Challa was just so happy he got to enjoy another Saturday. He wished it continued just so Alix would always be at this level of comfortability.

“Hey, can you use the photo of me by the window as your background. I like that one more, and my bump is more prominent in it.”

“Of course.

She smiled and headed to the bathroom leaving T’Challa to his thoughts as he dried the dishes. His heart felt full today. Everyday, he thought he could not love a person anymore than he had the previous day, only to be proven wrong by how much space in his heart Alix had managed to take while creating more. He did not mind being wrong.

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lamujerarana · 6 years ago

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Do you think that other being speculated to be on the ace spectrum, Reed would be romantically attracted to other genders than female?

Yes, definitely! I mean, in the first place, (I hope?) we all know about that canon alternate universe where Reed is married to Johnny instead of Sue. So there’s at least one universe where he is openly and canonically into men. Personally, I wish he’d married Ben instead and I resent the fact that there are no canon BenReed universes, because there should be. @androidavenger and I agree that it’s because Marvel is afraid of how powerful and convincing Ben and Reed’s love for each other would be. They’re practically married already in 616, so seeing them together as a romantic/sexual couple would probably feel pretty natural.

I personally think of Reed as being a sex-favorable/indifferent bi ace with a low libido (but pan or poly or any mspec label works for me). Like, if Sue wants to have sex, he’ll oblige and enjoy it, but he just rarely feels inclined to seek it out himself, and when he does, it’s more about the intimacy and romance and showing Sue that he loves her than anything else. (I wrote a longer post about Reed being coded as ace in canon, which you can find here.) He definitely experiences romantic attraction to some degree, though, since he canonically fell in love with Sue at first sight. But I could see him being somewhere on the aro spectrum because it’s not like he gets romantically attracted very frequently. Sue and maybe Alyssa would be the only two people he’s ever been romantically involved with in canon, which is…not a lot. I also think it explains why he’s so over-the-moon in love with Sue – he’s never really felt that way about anyone before or since.

Personally, and I admit that I ship them pretty hard, I do think that Reed’s relationship with Ben is probably the one that has been framed as the queerest. I have a very hard time seeing his relationship with Ben as anything other than queer. But I do admit that the fact that Reed doesn’t seem to experience sexual attraction means that it’s a bit harder to find panels where he comments on Ben’s looks or gets flirty with him, although I can show you plenty of panels where Ben gets very fixated on Reed’s attractiveness and/or flirts very openly with him.

But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t any panels where Reed expresses a deep and abiding love for Ben that is even framed in romantic terms and couched in romantic phrases.

More beneath the cut!

I mean, he says this about Ben in Fantastic Four v1 #51:

“You know how I felt about Ben! He was more than just a friend!” has very clearly romantic connotations, as does the fact that he’s willing to die for Ben. And Ben echoes that sentiment – as well as Reed’s willingness to die for him – later on in Fantastic Four v1 #382:

There’s also just the fact that Ben, Reed, and Sue pretty much already act like they’re a thruple and always have, and if polyamory wasn’t so taboo, they probably would be. They make sense as a thruple, they balance out each other’s flaws perfectly and keep each other in check, they love each other deeply, and frankly, they just need each other. I’ve seen, for instance, people say that Sue’s the one who functions as a check on Reed, but that’s just not true. For one thing, Sue is pretty vicious and ruthless herself, thank you, MUCH more so than Reed, who tends to be gentler, kinder, and more forgiving than Sue. Sue and Reed 99% of the time make their plans together, and Ben is normally the one who functions as their conscience. See Authoritative Action for a perfect example of that. But what I’m getting at with this is that Reed and Sue very much need Ben.

Even just in canon, Ben, Reed, and Sue are pretty committed life partners. They all live together and Ben and Reed have done so for the entirety of their adult lives, from 18 years of age to 40. They are also raising their kids together – kids that Reed and Sue canonically think of as being just as much Ben’s children as they are theirs:

Sue’s horror there stems from the fact that they ARE Ben’s kids, of course. He takes care of them just as frequently as Reed and Sue do. Sue is a CEO and philanthropist and Reed is a busy scientist – frankly, Ben takes over childrearing duties pretty damn often. Again, the three of them work well together as a thruple.

Ben even tells Sue at one point that he loves Reed almost as much as she does, and this while Reed and Sue were technically still on their honeymoon. From Fantastic Four v1 #44, which, you’ll notice was written all the way back in the 1960s:

But the most romantic BenReed story, in my opinion, is Hereafter. In the previous arc, Ben is murdered by Doom, and Reed spends a full hour frantically trying to bring him back to life. When he can’t, he completely falls apart. He shuts down, won’t talk to anyone, and throws himself into figuring out a way to get Ben back, because not even death is taking Ben away from him. When he does figure it out, he calls Sue and tells her that he can’t stand not having Ben by his side…so he’s going to Heaven to get him back. Reed literally can’t live without Ben. Johnny and Sue decide to join Reed on his mission, and when they get there, they pass through each one’s idea of Heaven. Sue’s is a nice, safe day with her kids, Johnny’s is camping with his parents, and Reed’s…Reed’s idea of Heaven is Ben’s face in the shape of a puzzle that he has to assemble. As though there is something about it that he’s trying to figure out, but hasn’t quite managed to yet (his romantic feelings for Ben, maybe?). This is from Fantastic Four v1 #510:

So, yes, Reed’s idea of Heaven is canonically Ben’s face. I think too that this is a great parallel – what Reed perceives as the mystery of Ben – to Reed’s rapturous love letter to Sue a few years later in Fraction’s run, in Fantastic Four v4 #4, where he calls her the mystery he’s never quite been able to figure out.

His feelings for Ben and Sue seem awfully similar, don’t they?

Anyway, Hereafter climaxes with Reed having a meltdown because Ben announces that he doesn’t want to go back to his life and Reed blames himself for Ben’s death and just can’t handle the idea of life without Ben. Ben realizes at this point that the reason he hadn’t been able to get into Heaven is because he couldn’t bear to leave Reed, so he snaps Reed out of his meltdown by promising, over and over, that he’ll never leave Reed.

I swear to god, I have read romances that are less romantic than this scene.

But also it makes sense that they care about each other this deeply. Ben and Reed are extraordinarily close and have been since they were college roommates. They’ve been inseparable since college. Once they graduated, they kinda just…kept living together the rest of their lives because they couldn’t stand being apart – in earlier canon, they joined the army together during WWII because they didn’t want to be separated after college. Ben’s said he loves Reed so much he’d die for him, Reed’s said the same about Ben. Ben, Reed, and Sue have gone on romantic island vacations together. Ben used to call Reed “lover boy” and “pretty boy” VERY regularly, and Reed never complained. He still occasionally calls Reed “baby,” and Reed acts like it’s totally normal for his supposedly platonic BFF to be calling him pet names. Ben also apparently is in the habit of wolf-whistling at Reed when he’s looking hot, and Reed doesn’t mind. Tweaking their relationship to make it explicitly romantic/sexual is just…not much of a stretch. Their love for each other is already intense, their relationship close and intimate, and I’d be lying if I said that Ben hasn’t pretty overtly flirted with Reed. He even once promised to kiss each of Reed’s fingers, which just. How is that even remotely straight, Marvel?

I could also write whole separate posts about the queerness of Reed’s relationships with Black Bolt, T’Challa, and Victor.

#starkshipper #sorry this is so late lol!#benreed #reed richards #ben grimm #hmm this is making me want to write a story #where ben and reed are basically dating #but it takes reed a while to figure it out #set in college #probably #sue helps them figure it out #and they all date #asks

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captainsaveasmut · 7 years ago

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Tease Me (II)

Pairing 》 T'Challa Udaku x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Y/N is in the mood for a little teasing but goes a little too far

Warning 》 smut / explicit language

[Part I]

He had you waiting. Horny and eager. I guess this was apart of your punishment: waiting on him. Did he really expect you to patiently sit here while he continued to do God knows what? Did he not know what type of woman you are? The type of wife he married? You were supposed to tease him, have him begging on his knees for you, his lover; not the other way around. You quickly gathered your clothes you rid yourself of the moment you got to the room and put them on in a rush. You didn't know why you were acting like such a sex addict today. Maybe because you haven't had any good loving from your man in a long while, or it was almost that time of the month and your hormones were all over the place, or maybe you saw this as a game; a petty game that you wanted to win. You exited your bedroom and walked down the long, empty hallway; heels clinking against the mid-grey flooring in aggravation. You walked back to the dining area that was blocked off by the double doors and leaned against them to eavesdrop.

”Thank you again, Mother Ramonda and King T'Challa for your hospitality. The Udaku family never tends to disappoint." I guess the royal brunch was over. Finally. Just as you were about to open the door, one of the Dora Milaje opened it from the inside and revealed you to the Mining Tribe Elder, Queen Mother, and T'Challa. "Oh Queen Yn, are you alright? King T'Challa explained to us that you were feeling ill and had to excuse yourself from the brunch." You had briefly glanced at T'Challa, smirking on the inside. You were ill alright. "Um yes, I'm fine. I apologize for my abrupt departure, but the king demanded that I go straight to the room, no detours, and wait for his assistance. Isn't that right my king?" T'Challa did nothing but give a simple nod, keeping his composure, but he stared you down like a hawk. You were already in hot for teasing him, now you were disobeying his orders and mocking him. You must want to be punished and quite frankly, you did.

“Ah well, I'm glad you are feeling better dear. Sadly, I must leave. The mining tribe can't lead itself." On that note Queen Mother walked the mining elder out; two Dora Milaje following behind them. It was just you, T'Challa, and Okoye, who was guarding the door (and personally watching over T'Challa). "Okoye would you leave me and my wife to talk in private." Okoye nodded and quickly left, leaving just you and him. You waited for him to say something, anything but he just stood there, staring at you with those intense eyes. You scoff and walk past him.

"Why do you love to defy me, my Queen?", he finally spoke. "I don’t LOVE to defy you T’Challa. I just like to go after what I want. You should know this.", you answered boldly. At this point, you were willing to say anything to get T'Challa inside of you. He chuckles lowly, slowly strolling over to you. "And what is it that you want my love?" Oh cmon. Was he really about to make you say aloud?

"You know what I want T'Challa." "I'm afraid that I don't. Please tell me what you wish for.", he smirks slyly. "You." "And what about me do you want so badly?"

He was now facing you, but he continued to walk, making you back up until you bumped into the table. This man had you right where he wanted you: trapped. "Your kiss, your touch, your love. I want it T'Challa. I wanted it ever since you walked out of the bathroom this morning.", you confessed. He continues to stare at you as if he was trying to bore a hole in your face. He was dangerously close; less than an inch away from you, but he didn't touch you. He refused to touch you and it killed you. "You think you deserve to have me after your inexcusable actions today entle [beautiful]? You think you are entitled to this dick after what you pulled today?" His strict voice sent chills down your spine. You didn't answer. You were too busy trying to contain yourself to even comprehend the question he was asking. This mand drove you crazy. "I asked you a question." He forced you to look at him. Lust and anger clouded his dark brown orbs.

"You had a lot to say earlier, now you don't want to speak." "I think I deserve to be sexed by my husband hmm.” "I bet you do... I bet you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you senseless eh? Is that you want?"

You nod your head, biting your lip. He just chuckles and sighs. "What am I going to do with you, my Queen?", he whispered against my lips. You couldn't take it anymore! You slammed your lips on his and kissed him hungrily. Surprisingly, he didn't stop you and kissed you back with just as much want. You two fought for dominance before you tried to place your hands on the side of his face, to deepen the kiss. T'Challa grabbed your wrist and forced your hands behind your back, slowly easing out of the kiss. You whimper at the loss of his lips, while he chuckles in amusement. "You think I'm going to let you off that easy? First you tease and embarrass me in front of the Tribal Council, then you blatantly disobey my commands, and lastly, you come down here to mock me. These actions cannot go unpunished my dear..." He swiftly turns you around and pushes his body against the back of yours. He gives your neck delicate kisses as he slowly unzips your dress.

Once the dress was fully undone he let it puddle around your heels, exposing your naked body. You didn't bother putting your undergarments back on. They were going to come off again anyway. "No panties, no bra? Intombi esile [naughty girl]..." He took off his tribal robe and loosened the long line of buttons on his tribal top. He took his tie off and used it as makeshift bondage for your hands. Then he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down on the table, showcasing your ass and soaking pussy. He marveled at wet he got you. His fingertips lightly grazed over your body, down your chocolate legs, then into your wetness. He brought his fingers to his tongue to taste you."How can someone with such a nasty attitude have such a sweet pussy?", he asked rhetorically, smacking your ass. "Maybe if you didn’t-"

"Who asked you to speak!?", he shouted. He pulled your hair, making your head lift off of the table. You couldn't help but feel powerless. "You talk too much, that's why you're getting punished now." He released your hair and pushed you further down onto the table, while he rubbed large circles over your ass cheek. He lifted his hand from your butt then... SMACK! His hand slams down on your right cheek, keeping it there to feel it jiggle. The force of his hit makes you jump and yelp in pain. "Since you're so chatty today, why don't you count how many times your king smacks this beautiful ass of yours...starting from one." You hesitated for a moment, trying to control the intense throbbing in your core.

"...1" SMACK! Another hit on the left cheek "...2" SMACK! "...3", you choked out.

T'Challa's spanks were starting to get to you and tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but it felt so good. Such erotic pain. T'Challa continued to spank you until you were whimpering out the number "10..." He kissed both of your ass cheeks before gently lifting you off of the table by your wrist. He turned you so you were facing him, revealing your tear-stained face. He wiped your tears away and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. "If I didn't know you, I would've thought you weren't enjoying this, but I know you all too well...", he whispered in your ear. He began to kiss and nibble on your neck as his fingers travel down to your puddled heat.

You sigh deeply, feeling his hands travel down your steaming body. You felt yourself sink into submission, but you didn't want to give in just yet. You still had a little more rebellion left in you. "It isn't much of a punishment if you know I like it, now is it?", you whisper in his ear. He stopped abruptly. "What.", he asked, not as a question, but as an opportunity to take back what you said. "I don't know why you think a few spanks on the ass is supposed to put me in check. You know I like that kinky shit. You might as well save both of us some time and dick me down right now."

You expected T'Challa to go ballistic and fuck you senseless over the dinner table, but he remained calm. When it came to you he mastered silent anger and you drove you fucking insane. All you want is for him to lash out at you, but NOOOO, he just stands there studying you with a stoic look on his face. "GOSH T'CHALLA! SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING! You know I hate it when you just stand there!", you blurt out. He just chuckles. "That smart mouth of yours is what keeps you in trouble. Let's see if you can put it to good use."

[Part III]

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 7 years ago

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How to enjoy a Fanfic that does not include you...

....Because apparently we still need to have this conversation.

Seriously, it's 2018 and four months since Black Panther has come out and I still see posts about the lack of other BP/Readers so I thought, being the kind soul that I am, I would try to help you out.

(Though I think this can apply to any fandom....it’s just for the sake of this piece I will use Black Panther because it’s what prompted this blog...)

Now I'm going to disclaimer this: If you are a bit sensitive, you are free not to read this post. I am trying my hardest to be as nice and kind as I can be but, given this topic, people will want to come for me no matter what I say. But we gonna have this conversation anyway because apparently we still need to. Try to read this as me HELPING you rather than me trying to hurt your feelings. Then perhaps this won't sound as harsh or bad to you.

This is a guide on how to enjoy a fanfic (or other media) where the reader (or character) does not look like you. There are those of us who have been doing this for years and upon further reflection maybe it's a difficult concept to grasp. So I will attempt to break it down and hopefully demystify this concept.

I briefly mentioned this in my other blog post, " Black Panther Fandom Inclusivity aka Where’s the Spotlight?" so I will use that as a jump off point:

" Since the dawn of Hollywood, we African-Americans have been dealing with the same problem: "white people are excluding us and are being mean" but we couldn't do anything about it.

So, here is the art that minorities have mastered and have been doing when reading fanfic that does not default to them...make up an alternative persona. In your case, as a white person, make up a black persona in your mind and engage in the fanfic in that way."

I will now take the time to further break down exactly what I mean by this.

I'm African American....

When I read a fanfic....let's say Legolas/Reader I do not imagine myself as an African American woman reader. I actually imagine myself as a white woman reader. Just on default, if I read a Legolas/Reader, I automatically assume the reader is white. If they mention descriptions then I add those to my "white female persona"

Sounds simple, yeah?

I personally don't find the concept to be hard but let's look at it further.

This would apply to everything in my life that I have had to enjoy that was not defaulted African.

Count with me exactly how many personas I actually have.

I love K-dramas. Sometimes I like to imagine that I'm in a K-drama but I'm African American. So what do I do? I imagine myself as a Korean woman who is in the drama. Hence I have a "Korean" persona.

I love Wuxias and other Chinese dramas. For example, I love watching Eternal Love (the web drama) and I have often imagined myself in the relationship with Mo Lian Cheng. So, I put myself into the body of Qu Tan Er to enjoy it. Sometimes I even change or alternate plot points just so that I can get my own story idea in there. Hence, I have a "Chinese" persona.

I love Bollywood. There goes an "East Indian" persona.

On occasion, J-dramas crop up. So, I have a "Japanese" Persona.

When I watch the movie Apcalypto, I take on an "Aztecan" persona.

I'm sure I have a "Native American" persona as well.

How many is that? That is 6 personas that I imagine myself as; and that is just off the top of my head. Now let's try not to read this as stereotyping; I know that someone will want to go there. Let's try to stick to the point I'm trying to make here. This is not about trying to be another race; this is just a mind thing...pretend, if you will... in an effort to find a way to enjoy something that is not of your own culture.

Whenever I wanted to enjoy a story I made a persona for myself that fit into it. I have done that since the beginning of my time. Shoot!! At one time I had an anime version of myself because I loved anime! I had a cartoon version of myself because I loved... I don't know....X-Men Evolution! We can get really "silly" here. I'm sure I had a lion version of myself because I wanted to enjoy the world of Lion King! I loved Kovu so I would imagine myself as Kiara!

You see where I'm going, don't you? You get it?

Now, that being said.....I admit that in the last couple of years I have felt this "weight"; especially in the last year. As much as loved my K-dramas and C-dramas, there were times when I could not watch them because even with my personas I still did not feel included. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to fly. I wanted to wear the cool clothes. It was becoming a bit burdensome to have to interact within a persona in order to enjoy some media. What I wanted was to be able to enjoy it while still being myself! But did I complain? No!! There was nothing I could do to change what was on my screen.

But now we have Black Panther and it has opened and closed so many doors in my head until it's not even funny!!!... but that's another post.

So...Honestly? I have no sympathy for you because you now have to do the same things we had to do for so long. You (white people, in this instance) have had a looooong time to enjoy being yourself in every type of media. Now, here we have one movie to come out that is not all about you and already you are ti'ed? Please!!! Talk to me after you have had to deal with this for decades...or close to a century!

In addition, do you even understand what we feel when see our BP husbands with white lovers and, therefore, why we aren't going to interact with those fanfics? This is not those 1930's movies where the white woman comes to the jungles of Africa and all the Africans think she's a goddess. (And don't talk to me about Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra, either!)

But we don't even have to go that far....let's just stick with Black Panther. Because in fanfic we usually ignore the pairings in the movie for the sake of our personal enjoyment. So if we take M'baku's words seriously, he's already married, if you heard or watched the deleted scene you’ll know about W’Kabi and TChalla/Nakia is my movie ship, ya'll! But in fanfic....we’re the Nakia, thank you; but I digress...

That being said, if you will, allow your mind to fathom these hypothetical situations and work with me here:

Let's assume a white woman gets into Wakanda and let's say T'Challa meets and marries her. Since T'Challa works with the Avengers, perhaps this could happen. (Though personally, I have no interest in the other Avengers; never have. So in my fanfics I don't even deal with T'Challa as an “avenger”...) So, T'Challa's white wife becomes Queen.....of Wakanda! A white woman as Queen over all these black people? That doesn't strike you as.....hmm....? Well,.....okay....!

Let's assume that a white female could meet M'Baku. Let's ignore, for a few minutes, the fact that he's a traditionalist. He's back up in Jabari Land and to get there she'd first have to get into Wakanda. So, ok... let's just say she managed to get there and they meet and get married. Ahh, but we'd have the same problem....M'Baku's wife would be Queen/Lady/Mother/Chieftess of the Jabari Tribe. And here we are.... back again to that 1930's trope of white woman having rule over those black African people....people who see her as a goddess!

It seems now that every eye is on Erik Stevens, aka Killmonger, waiting to see what kind of lady he will choose. So, you say that surely he'd could have a white lover...okay....but let's think about this. Erik lost his family and he cares enough about his own people to want to free them from their oppressors. I think he's quite a bit concerned with how colonization has swept across the world. And who exactly did the colonizing....? Yeah.....

And somehow as a white woman you would be okay with Erik?

Frankly, he scares me and I'm an African American woman... but okay. He's hot. I get it. The brotha is finnnnne! Now, personally I do feel some kinship with him. We'd be able to talk about identity and many other things. We could go to museums and explore African culture. Shoot, I've done head cannons and fanfics about that. But I digress....

Now, W'Kabi isn't my husband. I see him as more a big brother figure to me but let's think about him. He seems to be the leader of the Border Tribe or at least he carries some weight there. So, his wife would have some weight too. And if she is a white woman.... again over all these black people.....?

Please understand the general reaction of the African and African diaspora every time we see this is:

And you seriously cannot see why we won't have it? A white woman with all this power over a black nation?

Now, don't whine....I can hear your protest now: But it's just our imagination!!

It's YOUR imagination! And the rest of us don't have to hear it or interact with it if we don't want to. You are not entitled to come to us and tell us what we should or shouldn’t write in our fanfic. You have eyes and hands....if it bothers you look away and click off of it. It’s that simple.

I think that no matter which angle you come from you are going to have problems writing any of the BP men with white women. But, hey, we aren't saying not to write your fanfic. We are just saying that we don't want to interact with them.

The rare times I saw an T’Challa/WhiteReader fanfic.....what’d I do?

I politely scrolled on past.

The author didn’t hear a peep from me.

Which reminds me...answer me this. What are you having problems with? Is it the fact that you ask us to write a T'Challa/WhiteFemaleReader and we won't do it? Or the fact that when you write a white female reader you don't feel like enough people are reading it? Or you don't get enough likes on it? Or is it that you don't feel like people are interacting enough with yours because of all the above mentioned stuff? I'm just curious, actually.

So I would suggest that you learn to master the concept of enjoying fanfic with the alternative persona of your choosing; because we aren't going to let go of our black kings and queens. Us sistas aren't going to stop writing our Black Reader fanfics.

I already have fanfics coming out. I don't label them as Black Reader until the subject requires me to do so. But I think when you read it, the Black female reader will be obvious.

And if you think that Black Panther is the beginning and end of phenomenal stories from and about Africa and the African Diaspora.....you're sadly mistaken.

So recap....

You're white. Imagine yourself as a black woman and then read that T'Challa/Reader fanfic .

You're Latino. Great. Imagine yourself as a black woman and read that Erik/Reader fanfic.

That being said, let me quickly speak to the other POC's of the world. I'm a little disappointed with the posts I've seen from some of ya'll with complaints that you feel excluded as well. I would expect that you would understand the need and desire for a nation to have its own oasis. I understand you haven't gotten yours yet.

We want you to have your own Wakanda. It's not that we don't, so don't go there. We want you to have what we of the African Diaspora are feeling now.

You just can't have ours!

I'm sorry if that sounds harsh but it's true. And before you say, "Well, you just don't care about us either", let me say this:

Let's be honest, if you had gotten your Wakanda before we did, I'm sure you'd feel the same way. At least don't lie to yourself. You'd want others(whites and other POCs included) to interact silently and let you have your paradise.

So if your soul answered a resounding "YES!!", as it should, why then are you having this problem and why am I having to do a PSA to POC here as well?

Now, I personally want to get my own ideas out one day and build an Oprah like empire. Not just for kicks and giggles but because after I've said what I wanted to say, I want to help other people say what they want to say.

God as my witness, if I had an Oprah Empire right now, I would hand you money and get the devil out of your way and let you go make your own Wakanda. (Provided that it doesn't go against my morals because sista has a reputation to maintain; like when you think of Disney there is an image behind that brand....hmm?)

So before you think that I'm being mean, I'm not.

But I am disappointed that even POC's don't get it.

I'm annoyed that I even have to write this blog post because we are still having this conversation.

I get it. Black Panther ushered in a new concept of blackness. Reality has been bent to an angle of indefinable proportions and we did not see it coming. We all have to get use to this new reality.

It’s just this is taking longer for some of us than others, it seems.

So again, I write this out of love.

And I hope you receive this in love.

Thank you and as always Wakanda Forever!!

#black panther #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel #fanfiction #satire #t'challa x reader #killmonger x reader #m'baku x reader #killmonger #t'challa #m'baku #black tumblr

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imjustthemechanic · 7 years ago

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The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor

So I decided to write something ridiculous again. Steve is getting bored of being a guest in Wakanda, so when Natasha offers him some superhero work, he jumps at the chance. Something about the whole situation, however, just doesn’t smell right.

Steve hadn’t been expecting visitors in Wakanda, but if he had, he would have known which ones to look for. Tony probably wouldn’t be ready to talk to him for a while yet, Bruce was missing, Thor was in Asgard, and a lot of the others were hiding, but Natasha – Natasha might well stop by to say hello. So it was a surprise of sorts, and yet not quite, when she did.

They met in the botanical gardens in the Wakandan capital, and Nat smiled as he came up to give her a hug. “Good to see you, Steve,” she said, putting her arms around him.

“Good to see you, too,” he replied. “Another new haircut?”

She’d cut her hair short again, in a chin-length bob but without the curls. “Clint calls this one the Hot Android Chick,” she said.

“That sounds like Clint,” Steve agreed. He sat down on the round bench that encircled the central fountain – there was moving water everywhere here, creating a mist in the air that nourished over two thousand uniquely Wakandan species of plants, and helped cool everybody in the blistering African sun. “Is he…?”

“He’s back home.” Natasha remained standing. “Don’t worry about the others. That’s not what I’m here for.”

That was an ominous phrase. Of course, Steve thought, Natasha wasn’t here on a social visit – she just wasn’t the type. The tone of her voice suggested that it was something serious indeed. Was her new haircut a disguise?

“What happened?” Steve asked.

Nat looked around. There were visitors enjoying the gardens, and botanists working with the flowers, but nobody was close enough to eavesdrop. A few, particularly children, were staring, but that was because Steve and Nat were probably the first white people they’d ever seen in person. The Wakandans were, by and large, a people who respected each other’s privacy.

Even so, Natasha offered Steve a hand to get up, then led him back into a bower where shelves housed at least fifty different types of orchid, from tiny ones that looked more like insects than flowers, to a giant species whose frilly white blooms were nearly eight inches across. She took one more look outside to make sure they wouldn’t be interrupted, then leaned in closer to Steve.

“Thor’s back,” she said quietly.

There was a rustle overhead that made them both look up, but it was only a troupe of colobus monkeys making their way through the trees. Steve lowered his gaze again.

“What’s he found?” he asked Nat. Thor had left after the defeat of Ultron, hoping to learn more about the Infinity Stones. If he’d returned, he must have something important to tell them.

“Not what he expected,” said Natasha. “Loki’s alive. Apparently he was hiding on Asgard pretending to be somebody else, until he found where they’d stashed the tesseract. Once he did, he took it and ran off.”

That was bad. The Battle of New York actually wasn’t even one of the more traumatic things that had ever happened to Steve – but fighting off aliens in the canyons between skyscrapers hadn’t been any fun either. Steve absolutely agreed with Tony Stark in hoping it never happened again, even if he wasn’t so enthusiastic about the other man’s methods of guaranteeing that. “Has he gone back to the Chi’Tauri?” he asked.

Nat shook her head. “As far as Thor can tell, he slipped out by a portal that leads to Earth. He wants us to help bring him back.”

“Why us?” asked Steve. “I’m a wanted criminal, don’t forget.” Steve rarely forgot that – every time he thought he had, something popped up to remind him. “Why not Stark and the rest?”

“Stark’s got a lot on his plate,” said Natasha. “He’s the one who’s having to deal with all the politicians on this, and he’s constantly in the public eye. If Stark gets involved, then the media finds out, and we have to deal with the accords. We’re hoping to keep it low-key. Pun not intended,” she added, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Steve spared her a withering look for the joke, but he did understand her reasoning. “We won’t want anybody panicking when they hear the name Loki,” he said.

“It doesn’t improve our image any to have him back, either,” Nat agreed. The Avengers, or what was left of them, needed all the good PR they could get. “The idea is to recapture him quietly, without fuss. So no Stark.”

“How do we do it, then?” asked Steve. Loki had come quietly in Germany, but only so that he could cause them problems in person. Outside of that, he hadn’t done anything quietly, and the tesseract was not quiet object. If Loki were really on Earth, it was frankly astonishing that the whole world didn’t already know it.

“Thor’s going to help,” said Nat.

Steve snorted. “Because Thor’s all about quiet.”

“He’s asked us to meet him at the Nasjonalgalleriet in Oslo, undercover,” Natasha explained. “I gave him a bit of advice about what ‘undercover’ entails but I don’t know if there was a point. Blending in is not exactly in his nature. But he’s promised to provide a containment unit for the tesseract and some weaponry.”

The situation just didn’t sound right. “Why would Loki be hiding out, though?” Steve asked. “Especially if he’s already got the tesseract. Why isn’t he swaggering around declaring himself king again?”

“Thor’s theory is that he’s looking for something else, probably something that’s in Norway, near where HYDRA found the tesseract in the first place,” Natasha said. “He’s not entirely sure Loki’s got an overarching plan because apparently he often doesn’t, but he’s got to want to use the tesseract for something. It’s not a very good doorstop.”

Steve had a bad feeling about the whole thing, but at the same time, he couldn’t say no. Not when the tesseract was involved. That damned thing he’d already died for once, and now wouldn’t seem to go away – it had been a relief to see it shipped off to another plane and yet here it was again, as if determined to devil Steve until the end of time. If the tesseract were a part of this, then he had to do something.

Although honestly, even if Loki hadn’t had the tesseract, Steve wouldn’t have been able to just sit by. What he’d said to Stark all those months ago was entirely true – when Steve saw a bad situation, he couldn’t just ignore it. Especially when he was sometimes the only person who could do something about it. That just wasn’t the way he worked. There. Two perfectly good reasons to get involved, neither of which in any way involved the fact that just hanging around as a royal guest was driving Steve crazy with boredom.

Overhead, the monkeys rustled again. Steve nodded. “All right,” he said. “Let me talk to T’Challa.”

It was just around sunset the next day when Steve and Natasha boarded a small craft, built to look like an Avro RJ but capable of much greater range, at the city’s airport. Steve had dyed his hair brown and Natasha had bleached hers blonde, and they were dressed in t-shirts and jeans as if they were tourists. It reminded Steve of going undercover at the mall in Washington, though now they’d had slightly more time to prepare. At least this time there weren’t going to be any HYDRA goons looking for them.

Probably. Scandinavia and the secrets hidden there had been on of HYDRA’s primary areas of interest, and might still be. They would have to be on the lookout for surprises.

“So,” Steve said, settling down in his seat. “Two of the only slightly super members of the Avengers against Loki. Remind me how we’re gonna keep this quiet again?” It had taken all of them before… of course, that time, Loki had an army. Hopefully there wouldn’t be a repeat of that, but Steve still had trouble believing that Loki was skulking around keeping his head down. It just didn’t sound right.

“Thor has assured me he has a plan,” said Natasha. “Besides, there’s really nobody else he can ask. I’ve already explained why Stark can’t get involved, Clint wants no part of Loki or the tesseract, and Bruce… yeah.” She shook her head. “We’re it.”

She had a point there. “Did you tell him about our argument?” The media had called it Civil War, which was a ridiculous hyperbole for something that had, at its worst, been a dozen people duking it out in an airport parking lot.

“Of course I did,” said Nat. “If I hadn’t explained about the accords, he would have just marched in with his hammer swinging.”

“What did he say?” asked Steve. He was confident Bruce would have been on his side, because of the trouble government control had caused him in the past, but he’d never been sure about Thor. It seemed most likely he would have found the whole thing silly.

“Not much, but I get the feeling he thinks it’s just humans being petty and tiny again,” Nat replied.

That figured.

The Wakandan aircraft didn’t need a takeoff roll. It lifted smoothly from the ground and ascended to cruising altitude – it would make an approach landing at the airport in Casablanca, where they would transfer to a regular flight bound to Europe, in order to maintain anonymity. Steve sat watching the buildings slowly drop out of sight below them, and wisps of cloud start to appear.

“I should have asked this earlier,” Nat said, “but… how have you been?”

The view outside began to rotate as the craft turned north. “I’m working on it,” Steve said. He felt like he was in limbo, as long as Bucky was frozen. “You?”

“Working on it,” Natasha echoed.

Steve wasn’t sure he should ask, but after a moment’s doubt, he forced himself to. “And Tony?”

“He’s working on a lot of things,” said Natasha. “He said you sent him the world’s douchiest apology letter.”

That was enough to make Steve sit up and look at her instead of out the window. “I sent him an apology letter,” he said. “What was wrong with it?”

“Other than the fact that it said sorry you couldn’t see I was right the whole time?” Nat asked pointedly. “You didn’t even address the main reason he was so mad at you in the first place, or the fact that you used to lecture him for keeping secrets from you. It’s gonna take a lot more than that before he forgives you, Steve.”

Steve sat back again, scowling. “Maybe I don’t care if he forgives me.”

“You asked how he was,” Nat reminded him. “Clearly you care on some level.”

“So you’re still on his side,” Steve observed.

“There are no sides in this, Steve,” said Natasha. “We’re all on the same side, and by letting our enemies play us against each other we’re just falling into their hands. Trust me, I know how that works, intimately. You know it, and Tony knows it, but if you really want me to come down with one or the other? The accords exist and they’re something we’re going to have to work either with or around. You’re going to have to compromise eventually, because they’re not going to go away. I’m on the side of getting shit done.”

“Hence going behind everybody’s backs to catch Loki,” Steve said.

“I’m trying to avoid creating a situation in which anybody needs to invoke them,” said Natasha. “I made Thor promise to at least try this without raining down bolts from above, and if we can do that, the accords will never come up.”

Of course the secrecy had been Natasha’s idea. This was making more and more sense all the time. “So Loki can do whatever he wants, but we have to sneak around.”

“Yes,” said Natasha curtly. “How is your friend?”

She was changing the subject, but Steve was okay with that – he didn’t want to talk about the accords, either. No matter what anybody told him, he couldn’t imagine just working with them. Nobody should be allowed to tell him when or how he was allowed to intervene. Steve followed his own moral compass, and it had always served him perfectly well. Being under anybody’s control just gave them an opportunity to use him as a weapon, and he would not let that happen. He’d rather just sit on his ass in a garden in Wakanda and watch the world go to hell.

Natasha was right, he observed – he was a terrible liar, even to himself.

“Bucky’s… they’re working on it,” he said.

Natasha nodded, and offered him a reassuring smile. “They’ll figure it out,” she said.

“I know they will,” Steve agreed. He had faith in the Wakandan scientists – and he needed something good to have come out of the whole damned mess.

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