#t: christmas party I Shuri

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Mistletoe Fics Masterlist

Architecture (ao3) - sineala steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony decorates Avengers Tower for the new team’s first Christmas, and Steve’s standing in a very fortuitous place.

A Very Naughty Christmas Gift (ao3) - EmptyIceCreamContainer wanda/vision E, 1k

Summary: Wanda and Vision celebrate their first Christmas post-reunion with a sexy twist on the kiss-under-the-mistletoe tradition.

Beneath the Mistletoe (ao3) - sunrow steve/bucky E, 21k

Summary: Bucky had a bet with his sister that if he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home for Christmas by the time he was 25, he had to give her $200 and go blonde for a year. But now he’s 25, it’s nearing December, and not only is Bucky as single as ever, but he’s also running low on cash. He doesn’t exactly want to bleach his hair, either.

At least Steve is willing to upgrade their relationship from best friends to fake boyfriends.

Cat + Mistletoe = Disaster (ao3) - Laevateinn steve/bucky G, 714

Summary: Steve and Bucky had only been Alpine’s parents for a few weeks, but she was already giving them grey hair.

christmas preparations (ao3) - vannral clint/pietro T, 878

Summary: Pietro visits the Barton farm for Christmas. There's also a mistletoe and a Rudolph the Reindeer that looks like a demon.

Getaway Car (ao3) - squadrickchestopher bucky/clint G, 4k

Summary: The guy regains his balance and starts running again. He slips one more time, slides a little more, and then suddenly he’s right next to the car, fumbling at the handle of the passenger side door. A blast of cold wind comes as he yanks it open, practically falling into the seat in a swirl of snowflakes.

“Go, go!” he yells, and Clint goes. He doesn’t even question it, just slams the car into drive and shoots out into the street, skidding a little on the ice.

hang all the mistletoe (i’m gonna get to know you better) (ao3) - michaelfalls G, 1k

Summary: thor is kind of wondering why in the world is peter quill standing under some mistletoe.

if you kissed me now, i know you'd fool me again (ao3) - stellarshine shuri/riri M, 5k

Summary: Riri has been trying to deny her crush on the princess for a long time, but imaginary scenarios are already flooding her mind. Introducing Shuri to her mom, holding Shuri’s hand, kissing Shuri under the mistletoe… This is the closest Riri is ever going to get to actually dating her.

She may as well take the chance.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe (and Other Christmassy Activities) (ao3) - Selenay clint/phil T, 13k

Summary: "How hard could it be to pretend for a few days?" Clint continued. "All those kids around, we'd be able to keep it strictly PG and your sister would never have to know. It'll be great."

Phil stared. "You're actually volunteering to spend Christmas pretending to be-"

"Your boyfriend." Clint nodded. "I've had worse assignments."

"Fine." Phil pulled up a website and began hunting for flights. "Remember, you volunteered for this."

Midgardian Traditions (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 1k

Summary: When visiting Thor on Midgard, Loki and Anthony find themselves beneath a very specific kind of Midgardian greenery.

Mistletoe Kisses (ao3) - Dresupi darcy/pietro M, 3k

Summary: Pietro falls for a masked beauty at a mistletoe masquerade whose only defining quality is a notable (and applicable) wrist tattoo and a pink mask.

Darcy meets "Mr. Tall, Dark and Accented", but fails to leave her number with him before leaving the party.

It's love at first...sight? Kind of? With plenty of mutual pining and a hot and spicy reunion at the end.

Mistletoe Magic (ao3) - RoseAmaranth tony/stephen G, 8k

Summary: Two words: Mistletoe Spell

(Or Stephen uses a mistletoe spell and Tony doesn't mind)

Mistletoe Miscues (ao3) - rmh8402 loki/tony G, 3k

Summary: Loki is trying to use mistletoe to his advantage, and failing. Also, Tony is too busy trying to find the perfect gift to see what's right in front of his face.

Mistletoe, Reindeer and Ugly Sweaters (ao3) - Arvari loki/tony T, 4k

Summary: Maybe the Christmas was Clint’s idea. Or Bruce’s. They seemed to be the most likely candidates. Or maybe Cap. Probably not Natasha and definitely not Thor and Loki. The only thing Tony knew for sure was that one day, a branch of mistletoe appeared in the common area, on the ceiling near the kitchen door – aka the place where everyone had to pass underneath it to get a cup of fresh coffee. Well, everyone except Tony, who had his own private coffeemaker in his workshop and his apartment. Although it was, of course, Tony, who was the first to get caught beneath the mistletoe – and with none other than their resident God of Mischief.

Of Christmas Gifts and Mistletoe (ao3) - SpaceShark wanda/steve T, 931

Summary: One shot holiday ficlet. Wanda and Steve find themselves under some mistletoe, courtesy of Clint Barton.

The Holiday Celebration (ao3) - scottxlogan bucky/tony G, 5k

Summary: Bucky is surprised to receive an invitation to Tony's yearly weeklong holiday celebration up north with the rest of the Avengers. Upon arrival, Bucky soon learns that the trip is full of fun festivities and activities where the team shows off their skills and enjoys the season. Still feeling like an outsider Bucky tries his best to fit in, but worries that he's making a bad impression on their host until Bucky suddenly discovers that maybe his perception of Tony has been slightly off in what Tony thinks about him :)

The Magic of Mistletoe (ao3) - TheDisneyOutsider happy/may, pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: “Hey, May, Happy, you guys are standing under the mistletoe, you know what that means, right?” Tony wriggled his eyebrows and pointed to the plant hanging over their heads.

“Ew, Tony that’s gross,” Peter grimaced, but he watched Happy and May both blush, staring at each other awkwardly.

The Mistletoe Protocol (ao3) - Blizzard_Fire bruce/steve, bucky/clint T, 2k

Summary: ‘Oh no,’ says Natasha as Clint walks in one morning with bags of dollar store mistletoe. ‘Oh yes,’ says Clint. ‘JARVIS, how would you like to help me with a little team-building project?’

Clint booby-traps the tower with mistletoe. Poor Bruce has been kissed by nearly everyone… except Steve.

there'll be much mistletoeing... (ao3) - buckybuck (thestarsthesea) bucky/clint T, 1k

Summary: Tony's kind of a shithead.

Well, 'kind of' is honestly an understatement, but, well. It's rude to insult a guy who regularly gives you awesome weapons, and also lets you stay in his house sometimes, completely free of charge.

Well, stay in his tower. Whatever.

Under the Mistletoe (ao3) - SonnyD sam/bucky G, 495

Summary: Bucky is a little grumpy about a Christmas party but a little decoration could cheer things up.

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Christmas Party I Shuri

@princessxwakanda​

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Shuri loved nothing more than messing with her friends, and Peter would be no exception to her particular brand of humour. Being temporarily devoid of wine, she held out her free hand to this friend of his. “Oh, hi, Ned, was it? You know, I thought Peter might have been pretending to have friends who aren’t me. But you’re a real person! Pleased to meet you. I’m Shuri, Princess of Wakanda.”

Ned stared at Shuri before moving to shake her hand enthusiastically.  “Oh my god I’ve never met royalty before.  Should I bow? Curtsy?  I totally know how to do both.   It is so awesome to meet you.   Wakanda is so awesome.  I mean they have all the vibranium so they get to do all this awesome tech that nobody else can do and Peter said that you are one of the smartest people he’s ever met which means you are incredibly smart and I am so honored.”

Peter didn’t quite laugh as he looked over at her.  “I did warn you didn’t I?  Ned can be a little excitable.”  Of course not bringing up his own tendency to fanboy over things.

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Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 4

erik killmonger x black reader

part 5 (18+)

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, but because I love you. You know that we can’t stay like this. They’ll find you before nightfall.” you say Erik as he places kisses to your shoulder and wraps his arms around you tighter.

“2 days ago Shuri and Okoye saw you and they’re not just gonna let that go. Iridia and Tika are going to take you with them. Iridia’s dad has a few connections. They can hide you there until I can put an end to this. We both know there won’t be a 3rd chance, Daka, you know that.” you warn and run his fingers up and down your side to try and soothe you. 

“I don’t know if I can do that again. I’ve been without you long enough as it is.. But if that’s what it take. I’mma do it.” he says quietly like the words sit as heavy in his mouth like they do on his heart. 

“Well .. Hey. .. You know , you never really told me what you wanted for Christmas. It’ll technically be a few days afterwards but we make our own rules. I remember saying something about wanting to just go away for a bit. Me and you. After this is all over we can just go. Anywhere you wanna go. Maybe somewhere with snow and mountains and a view that just takes your breath away. Maybe Sweden? We’ll drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and bust our ass while trying to ski. We can find new art pieces and i’m not sure of how good the food is there but it’s worth a try. We can do it all. Our whole lives ahead of us.” you say, trying to fill the deafening sound of anxiety that hung in the air.

 “Sweden? I’ve never been there but my dad used to talk about going there when he was younger. My mama would say that she wants us to go visit the island though. She would always talk about beautiful growing up in Kapolei (hawaii) was. I don’t know why I thought you would say somewhere warm. But going somewhere cold gives me a chance to hold you closer. Kiss all over your lil frozen face. We can even put on all them lil cheesy Christmas songs you like. I bet Sweden aint never heard nobody drunk as hell off of hard apple cider singing Santa Clause Is A Black Man at the top of their lungs. But I don’t know about skiing bae. I’d like to keep my ankle bones intact.” N’Jadaka says laughing. 

You put your hand over your eyes before laughing until the point of tears at the fact that of all things he remembers that too. It was one Christmas Eve when he was off duty and back home. Things were different. You knew that things were different between the two of you. 

Your center was freshly opened and you had enough trauma shared between your story, the girls at your center, and Erik to need the relief of several drinks. You were holding onto Erik and singing All I Want For Christmas and soon as Santa Clause Is A Black Man came on you giggled and shook your head. Leave it up to your cousin Aaliyah. You were singing at the top of your lungs along with everyone else before holding a mistletoe over E’s head and leaning in . Before his lips could connect with yours you were heaving all of your lil elf shoes. That holiday part was...interesting.

The way that some of the girls who had accepted the invitation to the holiday party laughed when you walked in. You were branded as the cool auntie from then on. 

“I can’t believe you remember that. And the way I was still trying to be down to try anal that night and you just said to me “if you don’t drink this water and take your tired self to sleep”....You know I love you more than anything, right?” you reassure him while rolling onto his lap and swaying your hips down onto him.

“I do. Do you know that I love you more than anything. I mean I basically moved heaven and hell to come home to you.” he says to you before trailing his hands up from giving your cheeks a squeeze to your sides to take off your shirt.

You two hadn’t bothered with putting on much clothes after coming home and taking a warm bath to soothe your nerves. So there was nothing more than a blanket separating the two of you . 

“Don’t look at me like that.” you whisper to him . 

“What you mean?” N’Jadaka asks dipping his hands in between your legs rubbing at you softly and you lean down to capture his lips with yours. 

“Looking at me like this is the last you’re going to get to do this. I don’t like that…. This is only the beginning my love. So… give me something to hold me over until you come back. Or better yet, fuck me like you mean it.” you whisper against his lips 

“Why don’t you just come with me? We could go and start over.” he suggests

“Daka. You know that we can’t just leave. Things are different now. We have family. I have my girls. I don’t want to live on the run.” your words float in between moans as he begins to scissor his fingers in and out of you and softly massage you with the other while you lean back on your elbows.

“I promise. You’re gonna be alright this time. We’re gonna be just fine. You trust me?” 

He nods his head yes before rolling you over onto your stomach and moving your hips up at an angle so that he can dip into you slowly and then all at once. 

In the wee hours of the next morning you were standing in the kitchen with Iridia, N’Jadaka, and Tika. 

“We still don't really know the hows or the whys. But we don’t need to. You’re our girl and you know that we’d go to hell and back for you if you needed it. And Er- N’Jadaka we know that you may not remember a lot about us now but we got you too.” Tika explains and Iridia nods along while listening to her.

It all still didn’t make sense to all four of you but for some reason life decided to give him a second chance and you wanted to make sure that it was a good one. 

He had already told his parents that he would be back in a few days to a week and that he had finally been accepted that job abroad in Wales. 

Iri and Tika gave you some time to take alone as they watched you both from the door. 

N’Jadaka stood there eyeing you for a second seemingly unsure of the right words to say or what exactly to do. 

“See you later , alligator.” you say to him and watch his face break into the sunshine-y smile that was usually hidden under worry lines and pout on his lips in the past. 

He didn’t get all of his memory or what happened to him, yet but he remembered you and for now that was enough. 

“In a while crocodile.” he says before pulling you into his arms and in for a kiss. 

“Alright , alright. Lover boy , the sooner , the better.” Tika reminds you both and you nod before smoothing out his hoodie and sending him on his way before you changed your mind and left with them.

You paced around your home for days  trying to keep yourself busy. You cleaned. You went over plans to expand the housing projects. You even tried doing yoga and meditation to help soothe yourself. 

2 days later, the knock at your door came as no surprise. You were sitting at the small dining table slowly sipping on the cup of coffee to soothe your nerves. 

You look through the peephole to see Okoye, Shuri, 2 of the Dora Milaje, and T’Challa standing shoulder to shoulder while whispering amongst themselves. 

“The King himself. Tea or coffee?” you ask as you open the door and they storm in after Okoye.

“Where is he?” Okoye asks as two of the women shoves you back and out of the way with their spears slightly and you set your eyes from them to T’Challa with a raise of an eyebrow.

You accessed the situation and realized that it wouldn’t be wise for you to lose your composure now. 

While smoothing out your hair, you turn your attention to T’Challa. “This is still my home and I would ask that you’d hold the same level of respect that I would have for yours.” you warn and sit down at the kitchen table again , sipping slowly on your coffee. 

They rip through the home, checking every room for any sign of Erik, leaving nothing in their paths unchecked. 

You slide the other cup towards T’Challa and he sits at the table with you before asking Shuri and Okoye to relax.

He takes a look at the cerulean coffee mug and then back at you while tapping his fingers on the table. 

“If I were going to kill you T’Challa, I would’ve done it already. You fell asleep in my arms for months. I could’ve done it then.  Or have you forgotten me already? Seems like you have been keeping tabs on me. You found me in two days.” you start the uneasy conversation off slowly.

You and T’Challa dated for some time when you met while working on a similar project in the area. E hadn’t told you everything at that point about Wakanda and what happened so you had virtually no idea who T’Challa was. Your relationship with Erik was on the rocks when he left for the army and he was already seeing someone else so you thought that it’d be alright to move forward with yours as well. 

After dating for a few months, you and T’Challa both decided that with your conflicting schedules and different life paths that it wouldn’t work out between the two of you and you both decided to end things on good terms. Looking back on it you thought the problem was distance and where you both stood in life, but now you’d say the world is a lot smaller than you thought. You never connected the dots until it was too late. Your heart still belonged to N’Jadaka but T’Challa still had a soft spot for you. He also knew more about you in that short time than a lot of people did. 

He chuckles softly and accepts the cup of coffee. He sips the warm drink slowly while eyeing you. The silent conversation spoke loudly as his eyes never left yours. 

“How’ve you been?” you ask him cautiously trying to see where the conversation is going to go.

“Uthando (love), I thought that you would’ve outgrown him by now. You know that he’s a prisoner of Wakanda and is a threat to society. Where is he, hmm?” T’Challa questions in that calming tone that he has always had. The honey-tongued, brown eyed devil could talk a starving bear into not attacking. 

“I love him, T. I couldn’t have ever outgrown him. I have loved him since we were children and I know he’s not a perfect man. He’s made some horrible choices. Ones that he could never take back. I can’t explain what happened. I don’t even have the words for it to try and explain it to myself. All I can say is that he’s home with me now and we’re trying to build something. He’s not trying to harm anyone.” you plead before leaning up and grabbing his hands in yours gently.

“That’s bullshit. He sure as hell wanted to harm the last time we met.” Shuri retorts from her position by the window. 

Okoye tenses up and steps forward while quickly looking from T’Challa to you and back to him. 

He nods at her before giving her a small smile and a quiet “it’s alright”. She reluctantly huffs and stands back with her arms crossed. 

“And would you have executed your father for the blood he has on his hands. Because his body count is sitting at 2. One for N’Jobu, his brother and one for N’Jadaka , his nephew. Your father was a murderer. His hands were not clean. ” your voice wavers as you try to get her to see things from your perspective.

Shuri let’s out a  loud scoff and then a defeated sigh as she stands near the kitchen window and tries to wrap her head around the words leaving your mouth.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. . . I apologize. I’m saying we can sit here and talk about good and bad. The innocent and the evil all night. But at the end of the day we all exist in the grey. We can all just hope that we leave this world better than we found it. T’Challa, Shuri, you can set it right. You can give him the life that he was robbed of. Could you imagine being a confused little boy trying to comfort your father as he took his last breaths? You were allowed to look at your father as a hero, a leader, and you were comforted by hot chocolate at night when you couldn’t sleep and the dreams of one day becoming The Great Black Panther. He had nothing.Wakanda failed him once. I’m asking that you please don’t fail him again. ” you explain while looking him in the eyes. 

“He had you… I know you and I know your heart. But I also know Killmonger-” he says before you cut him off.

“YOUR COUSIN. COUSIN. FAMILY. YOUR OWN BLOOD.” you raise your voice as you sit the baby pink mug down and back away from the table.

You take a moment to gather yourself as you turn away from the 3 Wakandans. 

“My father did what he had to do.” T’Challa says setting her gaze on you and then back to Okoye whose jaw is clenched so tightly you thought that she’d burst a vein. 

“And now so will you. Your father was a coward and his policies were bullshit. But you have the power to do something about it. Shuri, what would you do if it were T’Challa in those shoes. N’Jadaka isn’t perfect. I know that he has done some shameful things. But if you were in his shoes. What would you have done? Wakanda failed him and all I’m asking is for you to set it right. Let us live our lives in peace. You’ll never have to hear a single thing from us again. For fucks sake T. You know that I did what I had to do. When we first met. How did really  meet me? Frantic in a diner … After I had just emptied the clip into a father on behalf of a girl that showed up at my center’s doorstep looking like a piece of her soul had been stolen from her that night. We do not exist in the black or white. A lot of us are floating in the grey. I’m not asking you to play God and absolve him of his “sins”. I’m asking you to find some humanity.” You garner and wipe at the tears falling freely on your cheeks  and look to all 3 of the faces staring back at you. 

Okoye and the other 2 Doras look at you wide eyed before turning their heads to wipe a lone tear from their own eyes. 

You drop your arms as T’Challa steps closer and asks for permission to hug you. He embraces you for a moment before grabbing your hands and kissing them gently. 

“I will have to confirm this with the council. He reports back to Wakanda every 3 times a year to show the progress he has made. We want to know that he’s doing something with this … second life. . . And I will be expecting an invite to the wedding from you. You have my word." He promises and you nod before hugging him back fully and squeezing him gently. 

"But you ca-" Shuri says and T'Challa turns to her and shakes his head. 

He lets go of you to walk over and comfort Shuri .

"We can't carry the sins of our father. This has to end with us." He reasons and she nods. 

Okoye steps in and walks over to you to get her last message across. "If he does not abide by the promises and plans that you have made… Then, you know that I will not hesitate." She warns as she stands with you eye to eye. 

You bare your teeth and square your shoulders as you narrow your gaze. "For him, well, you know neither will I. You have a good day Miss Okoye." You end the conversation and turn to walk towards the door and usher them out. 

You lean up to kiss T'Challa's cheek before whispering to him to not be a stranger this time. You even offer to have him and Nakia over for dinner whenever the tension doesn't run so high. 

You quickly make it inside of your apartment and drop your shoulders before letting out a small sob. It was a wash of relief and a fleet of happy tears. N'Jadaka was finally able to start over and start over with you.  

"Holy shit-"

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A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader

Summary: Erik attends the readers birthday party.

Word Count: 5150

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cussing, Erik being Erik

Read Part 1 here.

A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts.  This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!

A/N: Sorry this is so long, but I had so many ideas for this part and I didn’t want to break it up in mini-parts.

Your birthday party was in full swing. The dj was playing a mix of 80s to current music, the food smelled delicious, and you were surrounded by family and friends. The only thing that was missing were your friends on the run: Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky.

Your outfit was a simple, black maxi dress with black wedges, and a gold hoop earrings, which unfortunately matched Erik’s which was, a black t-shirt with black adidas joggers and his gold canine grill, which caused your family to believe you were a couple as soon as you stepped out.

“Girl, you sure he ain’t your man,” your oldest sister, Jemilah wondered as she pointed her cup to Erik while he was talking to your brothers and brothers-in-laws.

“Yes heifer! I’m sure that he’s not my man. Why you asking that stupid ass question?”

Casey, the second youngest interjected, “Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the party started.”

“Well, you need to tell him that, because the way he looking at you telling me he in love and he gon be breaking your back tonight,” Jemilah claimed.

You just told your sisters that Erik was just watching out for you, because he knew you could get a little buck wild when you drank and he didn’t want you to act a fool in front of your family. Soon, they dropped the topic to start gossiping about some of the party goers and you were thankful the attention was off of you for a while. However, your respite was short live, because your mom was strutting towards you with a man who gave you Morris Chestnut vibes with his physique and beautiful skin.

“Y/N, dear, this is Malcom. Malcom, this is my daughter, Y/N, the birthday girl.”

You shook Malcom’s hand, which was smooth unlike Erik’s or Bucky’s. While you two exchanged pleasantries, your mom listed off Malcom’s credentials like she was reading his resume. You tuned her out while seeking a way out at her blatant attempt of matchmaking, when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth behind.

“Hey princess, one of your sisters said they needed your help with something.”

You gave Erik a silent thank you and told your mom and Malcom you catch them later. Somehow your mother caught you taking a break from everyone in the kitchen. “You know, you didn’t have to have your little friend help you escape. I’m just trying to help.”

Exasperated with the same conversation with your mother you sighed, “Help with what mama? I’m not ready to settle down, especially not with some lame lawyer.”

Your mother walked up to you and grabbed your arms, “Baby, Malcom is not lame. He’s a Morehouse man, does plenty of community service for kids of color, and he worked for Obama. The Barack Obama,” she stressed. “And you ain’t getting any younger.” Of course, your mama would be the only one to consider 26 old. “I don’t understand you, Y/N. Why you must be the only one out of 6 kids to rebel against everything. You chose to go to Howard instead of Spelman like your sisters did and if you were a boy you wouldn’t go to Morehouse like your brothers, then you had the nerve to join the Marines, and when you got discharged you did something even crazier, you let my crazy ass brother and his ridiculous friend Tony Stark talk you into joining the Avengers.”

Pulling away from her, you begged your mom, “Can we not argue about this today? I just want to enjoy my friends and family and celebrate my birthday. Is that too much to ask for?”

“Is it too much for me to ask for you to be happy and safe,” your mom threw right back. After a moment of silence, surprisingly, your mom agreed to drop it but promise you two would talk more about it tomorrow.

As you made your way back outside, you joined your siblings on the dance floor and began doing the bunny hop with them. Once that ended, the dj began playing Get It Ready by DJ Jubliee and you knew you were about the cut the fuck up. You felt Erik’s familiar presence behind you and once you heard ‘walk it like a dog’ you were grinding all up Erik like y’all weren’t at a family function. When the song was over you heard your dad clear his throat to break the lust filled gazes you and Erik were giving each other.

“Sorry, daddy,” you mumbled to your dad and ran off to join your sisters and Nakia, Okyoe, and Shuri at the tables. When you joined them, you heard Jemilah mutter to the others, “Mmmhmm, ain’t my man my ass.”

“Oh, he’s not. Y/N has another suitor back home,” Shuri happily confessed.

“Traitor,” you whispered in the princess’s ear.

Casey started whipping her head around as she was in search for someone, “Why he ain’t here then?”

“James does not feel well,” Okyoe admitted while she gave you a secret wink. Thank God, she lied for you, because even though you’ve done undercover ops for some unknown reason you can’t lie to your sisters that well.

“Describe him,” Jemilah ordered.

Thinking of Bucky automatically had you in a dream-like state, “Tall. Broad shoulders. Body of a Greek God. Oh, and his eyes. They’re this deep blue—”

“BLUE?” your sisters shouted.

“You really trying to give mama a heart attack. This man white?” Casey chuckled and you shook your head yes. You knew their outburst came from the fact that your mama had this goal of all her children have a black love relationship like her and your father. It wasn’t bad that she promoted black love, you really appreciated it, but she was harsh on y’all if you tried dating someone outside your race, she and Erik had that in common. You remembered when Casey brought back her white boyfriend during Christmas break one year and your mama was so hard on the poor boy, he didn’t make it to Christmas Eve dinner.

“He is. And I obviously don’t care what she thinks, so lets drop it ok,” you demanded and thankfully the women obliged.

You and the other women discussed the Wakanda Outreach program, when Casey swore, “Aww fuck! Here comes ‘Cousin Faith’.” Now you really didn’t have a Cousin Faith, her real name was Stephanie, but you and your sisters called her Cousin Faith because she was always trying to steal one of y’alls man, even after your sisters got married.

“Y/N, how the fuck you bag a prince,” Stephanie whined.

Clearly confused you looked at her crazy, “Girl, what are you talking about? I’m not dating any prince.”

“Not yet anyway. That dread-headed nigga, Erik. He was talking to your mama and daddy about how he sees a future with you, and said his last name is ummmmm… shit….it’s something foreign.”

“Udaku,” Shuri interjected.

“Yes that’s it,” Stephanie exclaimed. “And your mama walking around saying you marrying a prince and you’re gonna be princess of a country of black people. Girl she even kicked that lame nigga, Malcom out the party. Talking about she don’t want him to mess up your chances with Erik.”

Your sisters just stared at you with slacked jaws and wide eyes at this revelation. You only told them that Erik was an American close with the Wakandan royalty and worked for the Wakanda Outreach Program out in Oakland. Jemilah was the first to say something, “Whew chile. You better get ready for that wedding, because you know mama ain’t gon let up now she knows he’s a prince.” You just rolled your eyes at her and went in search for the soon to be dead prince of Wakanda.

Erik must have known you were looking for him, because when you put your sight on him he ran the opposite direction and went inside the house. The nigga was fast because he was nowhere to be found.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Mr. Stevens,” you called out to the AI.

“In the downstairs bathroom by the kitchen. I have unlocked the door for you.”

You shouted out a thanks to the AI and proceeded to find Erik rolling a blunt in the bathroom. Wasting no time, you decked that nigga in his pitbull ass face. “Oh shit, princess! That hurt. What the fuck is your problem?”

Pointing a finger at the handsome but infuriating man, you responded, “What’s my problem? My problem is you telling my mama that you a whole damn prince!”

Erik rubbed his chin and smirked at you, “So what you’re saying is, you’re mad at me for telling the truth about being a prince, but you ain’t mad that I told your parents I have plans for making you my wife.”

Oh shit, you forgot about the part. Damn, now this nigga really thought he had a chance, but somewhere inside of you knew that the prospect of being Erik’s wife sounded ideal, but you couldn’t let him know. “That’s beside the point Erik. You knew my mama thinks of herself as a so-called matchmaker and you just add fuel to her fire. She’s not gonna stop until I become Mrs. Y/N Udaku.”

Erik couldn’t stop cheesing when he heard your name in front of last name, it gave him a sense of pride that he hope would become true someday. “Baby girl, I’m sorry,” He lifted your chin so you could make eye contact with him, “But after you were throwing that ass, your parents pulled me aside and started asking a bunch of questions about you and I.” At this moment in time Erik looked nervous and unsure of himself when he rubbed the back of his neck. “And, shit princess, I couldn’t lie to them. I wanted my intentions to be clear to them and I threw in my last name so your mama could stop pushing that wack ass Morris Chestnut wannabe up on you.”

With Erik’s declaration out in the open you couldn’t really be mad at him anymore. Rubbing at your temples, you said “I guess I understand. But you don’t understand that my mama is about to work my nerves even more this weekend.”

Erik got that devilish glint in his eye when he was up to no good and presented you with the blunt. You were automatically shaking your head no, because you didn’t smoke, and Erik knew that. “Erik, I can’t smoke that. I never smoke it right and I’ll be wasting the blunt.”

“Nah, its your birthday and I caused you some trouble at your party, so imma get you high,” Erik was practically pushing the blunt in your face. You jumped on the sink counter and took the blunt to your mouth so Erik could light it up. Your first couple of inhales had you coughing, but you finally got the hang of it and it was becoming smooth.

Sensing that you were comfortable with smoking, Erik was pushing the hem of your dress up and kneeling on the ground. “Boy what are you doing,” you questioned him with half hooded eyes.

Again Erik had that damn devilish glint, “Imma help you relax even further baby, so you won’t even be aggravated by your mama.” You just let out a sigh of content and was about to hit the blunt, when you felt Erik’s tongue on your pussy. First, he was making small, slow licks and began to pick up the pace until you felt an orgasm overcome you. “Please…please,” you begged.

“Please, what,” Erik mumbled.

“Please don’t stop,” you slurred out.

And when you didn’t think it was possible began flicking your clit even faster and inserted two curled fingers inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to gush all over Erik’s mouth and fingers. You were in a world of euphoria thanks to the blunt and Erik, that you ordered Erik, “Take your dick out.”

It took him a little while for the words to register in his brain, but once they did he was pulling down his pants and boxer briefs, “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Erik grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Once, he was sheathed, you grabbed Erik by his dick and guided him inside of you. When he was completely inside, you both let out a sight of content, and then he began thrusting into with wild abandonment. You both knew this little fuck session couldn’t last long, because people at the party would notice you two were missing, so Erik made quick work and had you both cumming within two minutes.

After being thoroughly fucked by Erik, you two return to the party, him to the tables and you to the food to make y’all some plates. You just sat in Erik’s lap when you put his plate in front him when your eldest brother, Thomas, interrupted y’all from eating, “Damn, nigga! What the hell you do to my baby sister?”

Both you and Erik looked at each other confused. “What do you mean by that,” Erik questioned.

“Little miss thing over here,” Thomas said while pointing at you, “has said she will never make a man’s plate, because his arms and legs works just as well as hers and she be too damn hungry to make two plates.”

Erik looked at you adoringly while you just wanted to go under a rock and die. Thankfully, Casey slapped Thomas in the back his head, stating he needed to keep his damn mouth closed. Erik just gave you a small kiss on the cheek and a quiet thank you, and then y’all resumed eating without any more embarrassing moments for you.

It was about half hour later and it was time for you to open your presents. T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia, and Okoye designed your gift. T’Challa presented you with a long skinny box that was wrapped in onyx wrapping paper. You made quick work of the wrapping paper and opened the box, which revealed a sword, your preferred weapon.

“Its completely made of vibranium. I used training footage of your fighting technique and designed the sword to compliment you. Even if someone else got ahold of it, it wouldn’t be as deadly as it is with you. Its almost like Thor’s hammer,” Shuri explained.

“Whoa, that’s badass,” your twin nephews exclaimed in unison.

“Watch y’all mouths,” your mom reprimanded the boys while you gave a thanks to Shuri, Nakia, T’Challa, and Okyoe.

“Its our turn now,” Tony announced while he Pepper approach you. You watched your mom roll her eyes as Tony presented you with a manila envelope, not even trying to hold his disdain for him.

“Before you open that, I just want to tell you something Rhodey Jr.,” Tony held up his hands and stopped you from opening your gift. “I’m proud to say its been a pleasure from watching you grow up from that annoying little brat that Rhodey would bring here during the summers to a badass, intelligent young woman. And Pepper and I want to thank you for helping with everything, so you deserve this brat.”

You were on the verge of tears, but you knew Tony didn’t do crying so you just hugged him instead. “Whoa kid, you haven’t even open it yet,” Tony exclaimed as he patted you on your back. At that you went back to the envelope to discover a document. For a while you just sat there in silence as you read over the document a couple of times just to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

Getting tired of your silence, your Uncle Ray demanded, “Girl tell us what it says!”

Breaking out of your trance, you mumbled, “They gave me a 20% share of Stark Industries.” Instantly you went up to Tony and Pepper and pleaded with them to take it back, even with it just being 20% they just made you a billionaire. “Guys you can’t give this to me. This is too much. What about your future kids? They deserve this more than me. You gotta take it back,” you ranted.

“Y/N, no one deserves this more than you do. You work about as much as Tony and me on Stark Industries business, so 20% is nothing,” Pepper explained to you.

You knew that you wouldn’t win the argument, so you gave the couple another thank you and sat down for your final gift. Erik approached you and set down a gift bag in front of your face. “Happy birthday, princess.”

When you reached into the bag you pulled out three tickets, three Beyoncé concert tickets to be exact.

“Beyoncé?!?!?!?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah umm, I got ‘em for you and your sisters,” Erik responded shyly. “They’re meet and greets also. But I got the whole day plan for y’all: massages, mani and pedis, hair appointments, and a shopping spree.” Your jaw dropped more when Erik listed what he had planned for us that day. You couldn’t understand how someone so aggravating, annoying, and selfish could be so thoughtful and selfless at the same time.

“Do you need a wife, girlfriend, side ho, concubine or something? Because damn nigga, that’s one hell of a birthday present,” Casey blurted out, causing her husband to tell her to shut up and sit her ass down, and Jemilah to punch her in her shoulder.

Erik chuckled and waved his hand, “Na ma, I’m good. Besides I only got eyes for one Y/L/N,” Erik stated while looking you dead in the eyes. All the women at the table practically sighed in amazement at Erik’s confession. Pointing at the gift bag, Erik mentioned there was another present in the bag. This time you brought out a small velvet box and fear overcame you. You heard your mom whisper to your dad hoping it was a ring and you were hoping for the complete opposite. Noticing the apprehension on your face, Erik calmed you down, “Chill out, its not a ring. I’m not proposing yet.”

Your mama nudged your dad in his ribs, “You hear that Charles? He’s not proposing yet.” And your dad just responded with a grunt, still not giving his full approval yet. “I like you more and more with each passing moment young man,” your mom called out to Erik.

Relief overcame you and that’s when you opened the box, revealing a necklace with a black and gold jaguar pendant inscribed with a Wakandan text.

“Warrior princess,” Erik said pulling you out of your trance.

“Huh?”

“It says warrior princess. You can kick anybody’s ass, so you’re a warrior, and you’re my princess, so you’re a warrior princess,” Erik explained.

“Girl, if you don’t marry him, imma beat your ass personally and then take him for myself,” your Aunt Charlene blurted out.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your outspoken aunt’s words, but you also knew she would keep her promise, which made you briefly think of a future with Erik. Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts too long, you gave him a kiss, thank him for your gifts, and whispered in his ear that you would properly thank him in the bedroom later on that night, which resulted in him growling in your ear and rubbing on your ass in front of your whole family.

After you finished receiving the rest of your gifts, your Uncle James pulled you to the side. “Here, this came a couple of days ago and I didn’t want you to open in front of everyone,” James declared as he handed you a package.

You knew it couldn’t be a gift from your uncle, because he already gave you his earlier. Inside of the package was a sketchbook, which confused you because you couldn’t draw for shit, but once you open it you knew exactly who sent the book. It was from Steve. He sent you a book full of drawings of you with him, Sam, Nat, or Wanda. There was a picture of you struggling doing your hair during wash day and Sam just laughing at you, another one of you and Nat flat on your asses because y’all managed to take each other down at the same time, one of you having a heart attack while Wanda lifted you in the sky with her powers, and one of you and Steve watching tv during one of your many movie nights. As you made your way through the drawings, a note fell out:

Sorry kid, we couldn’t make your birthday. Sam’s a little sad that we can’t go to the strip club, that you made me promise I would go to on your birthday. However, I’m thankful. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for that. It sucks that we’re not there but trust me we’re doing fine, which brings me to my point. Although, its very much appreciated STOP SENDING MONEY. I don’t want you to get caught, that’s the whole reason we kept you out of the fight in the first place. Don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Happy birthday, Y/N! Love, S.R.

P.S.- Sam speaking here, I’m not little mad, I’m BIG mad that we’re not at the strip club! Don’t listen to the big guy, keep sending that money. Do you know what type of motels we’ve been staying in? Its not good for my delicate skin. Just kidding, I guess, stay safe kid and happy birthday!

Before you knew it, tears were falling onto the note. “Thanks for giving this to me Uncle James,” you mumbled in between sniffles.

Pulling you into a hug, your Uncle responded, “No problem.” You were making your way out his embrace when he pulled you back, “One more thing. Be careful with that Killmonger.”

You were about to ask your uncle how did he know about Erik’s military codename, but you remembered that he was a colonel and had access to the most sensitive information. Hugging him tighter you told Uncle James, “I will.”

You went up to your room to put away your gifts and clean your face when you got a notification from your kimoyo beads. Suddenly, Bucky’s face appeared before and he immediately took in your red and puffy eyes, “What’s wrong, doll?”

You waved him off, “Nothing. Steve sent me a birthday present, so the waterworks came.”

“That punk. I’ll make sure to beat him up the next time I see him. How’s the party?”

“Its great! Tony and Pepper gave me a 20% share of the company, Shuri—” you absentmindedly went out your room, not thinking about anyone seeing you talking to Bucky, then BOOM, you ran into your sisters in the hallway.

“Bitch, is that the Winter Soldier!?!?” Casey all but screeched. You immediately pulled them inside your room, so no one could see or hear them. “Y/N he’s fine! So, this was the James you were talking about. What kind of conditioner he use, because his hair is on point,” Casey rambled.

“I gotta handle this Buck. Talk to you later?”

Bucky saw your problem and quickly reassured you, “Yeah no problem, doll. Happy birthday and talk to you later.”

“Doll???” Both of your sisters questioned playfully.

Frustrated that they caught you talking to an international fugitive, you asked your sisters, “What the hell y’all doing up here?”

“We were coming up to say goodbye to our baby sister. What the hell you doing talking to an international fugitive,” Jemilah threw right back.

It was Casey turned to speak, “Didn’t he kidnap your ass once and kill T’Challa’s daddy?”

“Yes, to the first question, but he was brainwashed and no to the second, someone used his face as a mask and framed him,” you informed your sisters. Giving them both your puppy dog eyes, you pleaded to them, “Promise y’all won’t say anything. Even to your husbands.”

Jemilah and Casey came and sat on the bed with you and each grabbed one of your hands. “Y/N you know we won’t. If you say he didn’t do those things, then he didn’t do it. We trust you. Now you better hope mama don’t find out he’s the reason you’re not with Erik, because she would flip her shit,” Casey confided in you. Thankful for your sisters you hugged them and returned downstairs to say goodbye to the rest of the guests.

When you returned back to your room, you found Erik without his shirt laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Deciding to skip a shower for now you got out of your outfit, just leaving you with your bra and panties on and joined Erik on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to give me all those presents for my birthday. I would’ve been fine with one or the other,” you whispered to Erik.

“No, baby girl. You deserve that and so much more. I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Honestly E, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you said as you traced his scars.

“Are you for real,” Erik asked incredulously as he rolled your body underneath him. “Princess, you saved my life up on that mountain. I owe you my life.”

The battle was getting tiring and you didn’t know if it would ever end, even with the help of the Jabri tribe. One second, you’re knocking out one member of the Border tribe, and then the next you see all of the Border tribe on their knees surrendering to the Dora. And what a sight to see, all of those men kneeling before women. However, you didn’t get to enjoy it for too long, as T’Challa called you over the comms. “Y/N, I need you to meet me on the mountain. Erik’s hurt.”

Dropping everything you had and running towards the mountain, you replied, “I’m on my way.” On your way towards the cousins you thought about how your stay in Wakanda wasn’t suppose to be about fighting a war against your ex-fling. When you came here it was for keeping an eye out onBucky and not wanting to return to America after the way Tony and Steve fell out because of the Accords, but here you are running towards a man, who you had a brief fling but intense connection with, who was also dead set on killing his cousin, because of the sins of his father.

“Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage,” you heard Erik declare. You made it up to the panther mountain just in the nick of time, because Erik was pulling out the spear, but thankfully you stop him. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N,” Erik grunted.

“Saving your dumbass. What do you think?”

Erik chuckled and even near death’s door he was beautiful, “I see you still got jokes. I hope you know I ain’t getting lock’d up, so let go princess.”

“No.”

“No?” Erik echoed.

“Did I stutter nigga? No.”

T’Challa interrupted yours and Erik’s banter, “Y/N, I said help him, not antagonize him.”

Turning towards the rightful king, “Chill, I got this,” you assured him. Turning your attention to the would-be usurper, you instructed Erik, “You’re not dying today, I won’t let you.”  “All the shit you’ve done was payback for you and your dad, right,” you questioned.

At that Erik just shook his head, so you continued on. “But didn’t he just want you to come to Wakanda and experience its wonders?” Again there was another head nod from Erik. “So, why would you want to die? Yeah, you might have to spend a little bit of time locked up, but it won’t be forever. Your cousin understands your pain. You were abandoned as a child with no one in your corner, let T be in your corner now. Let Shuri be in your corner, let Queen Ramonda be in your corner, let me be in your corner!”

By now, both you and Erik had tears falling down. It was a rare moment where both of you were vulnerable and both of you were crying for the boy in Oakland who lost his innocence. You were confident enough that Erik wouldn’t remove the spear, so you let it go and cupped his face instead. “What King T’Chaka did to your father was wrong, but T’Challa is not his father, just like you’re not N’Jobu. He’s T’Challa and you’re N’Jadka, y’all can be better than your fathers ever were.”

“Ok, princess, you got me. Besides I still need to take your country bumpkin ass to Oakland,” Erik joked with you.

“Thank Bas,” T’Challa murmured off to the side.

“Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you I’m from Houston and that’s a major city, not some podunk ass town. Anyways you can’t convince me Cali is better than Texas. Y’all may have Tupac but we got Beyonce and Whataburger is better than In-n-Out,” you argued back with Erik, grateful that he decided to live.

“Whatever, I’ll prove you wrong. But are either one of you niggas gon help me or y’all just gon talk me to death,” Erik questioned. Both you and T’Challa shared a look before y’all rolled your eyes at Erik’s antics and helped him up. You both knew keeping Erik alive was the right thing to do, but you also knew he would sometimes make you regret the decision.

“E, babe, I just talked to you, you responded back as you absentmindedly traced his scars.

“Well, that talk convinced me to live. Now thanks to you, I have a family, I have a home, I have a noble purpose, I get to watch those Wakandan sunsets my dad always talked about. Baby girl, I owe you everything. I’ll be with you always, even if you decide to get with tin man, even though it would be a mistake, because I’m the better choice.” You playfully slapped Erik across his chest, which he thought was an invitation for play fighting.

A couple of minutes later, you ended up on your back again, and one of Erik’s legs in between yours. He cupped your chin, “I’m serious princess. I’ll never stop being thankful,” Erik confessed. For a while the pair of you stared in each other’s eyes until you reached up to kiss him. Then, Erik made quick work of getting rid of his and yours remaining clothes. Once you were both naked, he entered inside of you and for the first time ever, you and Erik made love and not fuck. While he was giving you slow deep strokes, and whispering sweet nothings and praising you in your ear, you fully admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with Erik and being Y/N Udaku-Stevens wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

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[lovelyirony]

Hey, so my birthday is tomorrow (the 28th), and I was wondering if you could write something about Peter celebrating his birthday? Thanks so much, but feel free to ignore this if you want

it’s your birthday, of course i’m not ignoring this prompt! 

Peter’s birthdays have always been special to him. It’s the one day of the year where May takes him anywhere that he wants, they get special food, and he gets a slice of peanut-butter chocolate cheesecake. 

With MJ and Ned in the mix, new traditions are born. 

Ned invites MJ and Peter over to his house for a sleepover the night before said birthday. Peter checks it with Aunt May a million times, because he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings if he’s not there that morning. 

“You’re fine!” May says, grinning. “I’m happy that your friends want to spend time with you, go and have fun. I’ll have Kim over and we’ll watch a cheesy soap drama. I love you, Petey.” 

Ned and MJ order pizza, including the really good breadsticks. MJ brings over Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, and they watch the worst possible romantic-comedy they can find, including the bootleg versions of movies on YouTube. 

They wake up, and Ned and MJ pounce on Peter. 

“Wake up old man!” MJ says. 

They walk Peter home, getting him a special coffee. May invites all three up for a special breakfast, complete with bacon, biscuits and gravy (with extra cracked pepper for Peter), and blueberry muffins. 

Peter opens gifts, receives many a hug, and bids Ned and MJ a good day as he settles on the couch with Aunt May. 

Every year, she reminds him of past birthdays. Like when he wanted to go and try fried pickles, which was a horrible experience that was very funny for May. Or when he turned thirteen and wanted bright green hair, which May did not let him get, and he is forever grateful for that decision. 

Tony stops by, holding at least five different boxes. 

“It’s really too much,” Peter says, although the excitement shines in his eyes. 

“Nonsense,” Tony says, pulling him into a hug after he sets everything down. “You’re the best teenaged superhero I know.” 

“Aren’t I the only one you know?” 

“Lies and slander,” Tony says. “I have most likely seen at least one more, statistically speaking.” Peter shrugs, admitting that he’s probably correct. Tony hands May a new bottle of wine, kisses her on the cheek, and they settle down to open gifts. 

May always gets Peter a joke present and a nice present. The nice present is a sizable supply of his favorite pens, which he actually appreciates because he’s down to his last two. His joke present are a pair of One Direction socks, a travel-size cucumber-melon shampoo bottle, and a plastic spork that she said she grabbed the last time she ate from a food truck. 

He laughs, pulls her in for a hug, and moves onto Tony’s. Inside are sweaters, two t-shirts that are appropriately punny by science standards, and a couple of new gadgets for the suit. 

“Thank you, I love it all,” Peter says, laughing. “Thank you for coming.” 

“You know I always will for the Spider-Boy,” Tony says, joking. He laughs as Peter corrects him for the millionth time, and May grabs the gadgets and puts them away on the top shelf of his closet. She thanks Tony for the new jackets and clothing because Peter has the audacity to grow. Who does that? 

Tony takes them out to lunch at a very fancy restaurant that does things like a “deconstructed burger” and “artful salad that puts a new twist on fusion and technology.” Peter just hopes that it’s good, and is pleasantly surprised when the dish he orders tastes phenomenal. 

They talk more about Tony, and he tells them all about Pepper and the team and how business is doing. Peter gets on a passionate rant about the stuff that he and Shuri have face-timed about, which reminds him to do it after lunch. 

After talking to Shuri about new tech, having a sibling and it’s frustrations, and Peter’s plan to ask Ned out once-and-for-all-finally, Peter says a goodbye and heads to the couch, where May is waiting. 

“Hi Pete,” she says, smiling. “Ready for the last one?” 

He requests a rooftop dinner. It’s still warm out, right before the wind takes an edge and the air cuts right through you. May has laid out fancy bread, cheese, meat, and some of Peter’s favorite fruits. 

She tells him about his parents. About how his father couldn’t cook, but his mother was much better. 

“You know I can’t cook that well, but your mom made the best lasagna I’ve ever had,” May says, smiling. “You would’ve hated how she made it. She put more garlic in it than I think you could ever handle.” Peter shudders but smiles all the same. 

“Now your mother and you have very similar humor, mainly because the two of you are the biggest nerds I’ve ever seen...” 

It’s melancholy, in a sense. But Peter’s just glad that May remembers so much, and she tells a new story each birthday. This birthday was about his father getting so drunk at May and Ben’s Christmas party that he crawled underneath a bed and went to sleep. It took them four hours to find him, and his wife found it so funny that she went down on the ground with him. 

May and Peter eat the cheesecake together, looking out at the city. 

“I love you a lot, Peter,” May says. “And I’m so proud to love you and raise you.” 

“I love you too,” Peter says, and that’s really all he needed to hear today. Another year with one of the best people is a really good thing, honestly. 

[sarcasm-is-my-native-tounge]

Which Avenger

I got tagged by the wonderfully badass @letsby

And again, im bored so here we go.

Which Avenger would you recruit to help you plan your birthday party?

Probably Tony, dude knows how to party. Unless it's pepper actually setting everything up behind the scenes, in which case I pick her.

Which Avenger would you switch suits with for a day?

Hope. I wanna be The Wasp! I want to be teeny and fly around that shit looks fun as hell.

Which Avenger would you want to train with?

Natasha. I want to learn how to do that black widow crotch-grab flip thing lmao.

Which Avenger would you call if you are in trouble?

Steve. He would either kick some ass or pull rank and let me go home, either way I win.

You got arrested, which Avenger are you with?

Probably Clint.

Basketball: which Avenger do you pick first for your team?

Thor. Nothing like having a Norse God on your team to literally dunk on all your friends

You are trying to make your ex jealous, which Avenger do you pretend to date?

Mmmmm Tony? Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist? Lol

You are out for a good time, which Avenger is your wingman/woman?

Oooh Nat. She can read anyone without even looking at them

You woke up with a hangover, which Avenger were you drinking with?

Clint again. Probably why we would have been arrested lol

You are on a road trip, which Avenger do you ride with?

Sam, he wouldn't be ashamed to belt out some 90s jams with me.

You slept with one of the Avengers, which one do you wake up next to you?

I can only pick one? Hmmm... Thor

Your favorite band is having a concert, which Avenger goes with you?

Tony for sure. He has hella good music taste and we would get the best seats possible.

You are shopping, which Avenger do you trust to help you pick your outfits?

Probably Wanda- I want to get me one of those badass red duster jackets that she has

Your parents want to meet one of your new friends, which Avenger do you take to meet them?

T'Challa. Nothing like bringing a whole ass king of a Nation to dinner to make your parents stop questioning your decisions.

You get injured on a mission, which Avenger do you trust to be in charge of your care?

Shuri for SURE. She would have me better than ever in like 20 seconds flat.

Your room is a mess, which Avenger do you pick to be your Butler and clean your room?

Vision? I guess? He's the only one that I wouldn't feel bad for asking anyway 😅

You want to play a prank on the team but need help, which Avenger do you pick to help you prank the rest of the team?

ROCKET AND GROOT ARE YOU KIDDING

Time to buy Christmas presents, which Avenger is the easiest to buy for?

Okoye. Have a $50 Starbucks card girl you deserve it ✌

You are going on a mission but only one other person can go, which Avenger are you taking with you?

Wanda, she can do literally a n y t h i n g (if we were going comic Wanda here at least)

I'm gonna just tag @tortoisesforhire because I know you will do fully comic only avengers and whip out whole ass essays and I am very curious who all you would pick lmao 😂💜💜

[bijesperfahey]

Love Awake (T’Cham)

Sometimes you just get hit with a concept. And the only way to get past it is to write it all down and let it go. This could have been significantly longer, but I’m leaving this where it’s at for now. Until next year when it comes back to haunt me again.

I’m back on my bullshit you guys!!

There were so many things that had happened in Sam’s life, that he’d never once considered could have been a possibility. Growing up, it had been hard enough to imagine a future where he could truly be himself, that he could have the life that he’d wanted. He’d figured it would be enough to join the Air Force, to do all that he could to help people, and if he was lucky the rest would fall into place.

He’d never imagined that joining up would have led to him becoming pararescue. He’d never imagined the Falcon program, or where it would lead him. He’d never imagined meeting Riley- or losing him.

Sam had never considered that it might bring him here. He’d earned his place, not just as a soldier but as more. He’d fought in battles that should have never been possible, not even in his wildest dreams. And then, somehow, he’d become a superhero in his own right.

And then, on the heels of it his greatest successes, he’d become a fugitive. One of the most wanted people in the world, all in his quest to do what was right. Even now, years after the fact, he didn’t talk about what he’d endured after being taken, what had happened on the Raft. What mattered, he insisted, was that he’d survived it, the same way he had everything else. He’d made it through it all, and when the dust had cleared he’d been offered solace in Wakanda, a dream in and of itself.

It was supposed to be a temporary thing, he’d known that. But things had never gone as planned for Sam, and this was no different..

Falling in love with the king hadn’t been on his radar and at times he was pretty sure it was that, more than anything else that was the most unexpected. T’Challa was an amazing man, brilliant and kind, and Sam had known from the beginning that he was lucky enough just to count the other man as a friend.

Somehow, he’d gotten more than that. Somehow he’d earned not just his friendship but his trust, and later, a place at his side. It had begun with the mutual respect and understanding of two men who’d experienced so much loss, and fought still, despite it all. It had grown slowly, days spent learning Wakanda’s ways and her history. In evenings spent with the king, offering companionship and counsel, distracting him when needed and offering outside perspective, when it was wanted.

Falling in love with him had been as easy as breathing, in the end. And given time he’d stopped feeling like it was a dream, like all it would take was a single misstep, or mistake to lose it all. There was nothing in this world that was perfect, and that was especially true with them, with how stressful their lives were, with the mantle of king heavy on T’Challa’s shoulders. But they’d found their balance, they’d found ways to make it work over the past year and a half.

Maybe nothing would ever be truly perfect. But as far as Sam was concerned, it felt it, to get to have this. To get to have T’Challa in his life, and to show him his home, for the first time since they’d begun all of this.

Because for the first time since they’d met, Sam wasn’t a criminal, he wasn’t on the run, and it wasn’t a risk to set foot on United States soil, let alone wander the streets of New York City with T’Challa’s hand in his own. Sure, they’d had to die to do it, but for the first time in years, Sam Wilson was free, and he had finally been able to return to New York. It didn’t feel quite like home, not anymore, but it was still close to his heart and always would be.

It didn’t matter that T’Challa had been here before since becoming king. They both knew he’d never experienced the city quite like this, and that no political meeting could quite compare to the trial of meeting Sam’s family for the first time, let alone for Christmas. And, Sam suspected he’d done just as well among them as he did at work, if not better. His siblings, at least, had seemed impressed enough when they’d taken their lead, laden down with gifts and leftover food.

And this time, Sam wouldn’t have to wait nearly as long, until he saw them again.

“You’re staring, my love.”

Sam scoffed at the words, bumping his shoulder against T’Challa’s with an easy grin, focusing outright on the other man, instead of just thoughts of him. T’Challa’s gloved fingers were tangled in his own still, snow dusting his dark jacket. “Don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the view.” T’Challa shook his head in disbelief at the words, but dark eyes were bright with amusement.  “Hard not to, with you looking like that.”

“”Funny, how you say that no matter where we are, or what it is that I’m wearing. You’re starting to get predictable, you know.”

“Me? Predictable? Those are fighting words, T. But you can’t blame me, if it’s always true, either.” Sam countered, using his grip on T’Challa’s hand to tug him aside, so they wouldn’t be in the way of the people trying to get past them. He knew that Aneka would be somewhere nearby, as she had been for the past few days. But there was no need to make her worry, by letting anyone get too close to them. “I’m the luckiest man in the city, you know that?” T’Challa opened his mouth, probably to protest, to argue his case and Sam shook his head a little, cutting him off. “No arguing, it’s true. And I was just thinking that. And how glad I am that you came here with me. That I’m finally getting to show you my home, too”

T’Challa’s smile was small but the warmth in his gaze was unbridled and unmatched as his hand came to Sam’s waist, keeping him close. “Well, it’s only fair. You’ve been living with my family this entire time, and yet I hadn’t had the chance to meet yours. What kind of a gentleman would I be, if I said no?” He paused for a moment “Though perhaps next time, I won’t let you convince me to visit in the winter.”

Sam laughed at that, “You better get used to it, sweetheart. Now that they know they can talk you out here for Christmas, there’s no getting out of it, unless someone tries to end the world for the holiday..”

“Have they considered, perhaps, Christmas somewhere a little warmer?” T’Challa prompted with a laugh, “Less snow, more sun. A nice beach, maybe? I think white sand beaches could count as a white Christmas.”

“Next time, we’ll have Shuri send you with heated gloves,” Sam offered instead, his fingers curling in the soft, grey fabric of the scarf T’Challa had been gifted, just a few days before. “Maybe a hat to match.”

“Maybe if you wanted someone better suited to the cold, you should have fallen for one of the Jabari, instead. I’m sure they’d fair better on the ice than I did, too.”

“Do you think M’Baku’s looking for some fun? Cause I mean, he’d hate New York more than anyone else, but I could get behind that pretty easy. Definitely could do worse than him,” Sam managed to keep his face straight, but T’Challa laughed again, seemingly unbothered by the thought as Sam used his grip to on the scarf T’Challa closer. He caught the king’s mouth in a slow kiss, unable to stop himself from smiling into it. “Or maybe you’re a keeper, even if you’re a big baby about the cold.”

“We all have our flaws, my love. You can’t fault me too much for this.” T’Challa kissed him again, seemingly uncaring about who around them might be watching. “Besides. I’m certain I can think of some way, to make up for any complaining.”

“I suppose I’ll let this slide, just this once.” It was T’Challa, drew away first, though his touch still lingered as they both tried to compose themselves. “But I hope you know I’m holding you to that.”

“What do you think, so far? Not a bad New Years Eve, for your first one out of Wakanda, huh?” Sam’s voice carried easily over the low thrum of the music on the floor below them, a glass of champagne still in his hand. T’Challa had-something in his glass that Sam wasn’t foolish enough to touch, the same thing that Steve and Thor both had in theirs, strong enough that the three of them could at least feel the effects of the alcohol, that they’d been able to get at least a little tipsy as the party carried on around them. “Maybe not my favorite place to have one,, but…”

“I suppose that Stark does know how to throw a party if nothing else.” T’Challa’s reached out for Sam as he approached, his fingers drifted along Sam’s waist as he shifted closer to him, lips brushing against his forehead lightly in greeting. “Perhaps a little loud, for my tastes. I hope you don’t mind I had to step away for a bit.”

“Trust me, if Cap wasn’t trying to make up for lost time, I would’ve been up here ages ago.” Sam promised, letting T’Challa draw him further away from the stairway he’d come up, towards the windows of the Tower instead. At first he’d been worried that something had come up, to cause T’Challa to need to step away. The desire for quiet wasn’t something he’d fault him for, especially not now that the celebration was well underway. “I might’ve made a place for myself in all of this mess. But Tony parties are well, definitely one hell of an acquired taste.”

“A lot for anyone,” T’Challa agreed, his arm a grounding presence around Sam’s waist, the press of their bodies together as comforting as always. “But I suppose that after everything, we should be grateful we’re all here to enjoy it.”

“And we’ve still got each other,” Sam agreed, his forehead coming to rest against T’Challa’s shoulder now, a quiet hum rising in his throat. It was better to focus on that, than all that they’d endured to get to this point “Not a bad end to the year, all things considered. Good food, good drinks. Music’s not bad, and well… Reasonable company.”

“Just reasonable?”

“It’d be excellent, if it was just you and me. But we’ve gotta account for everyone downstairs, too.” T’Challa laughed at the words, taking another sip of his drink as Sam shifted back. “Though I guess they’ve got Steve and Rhodes down there, so…” He let the thought fall away without finishing it, savoring instead the warmth of T’Challa against him, and the sight of the city beneath them.

They weren’t far at all from Times Square, and part of Sam thought he ought to take T’Challa there just to say that he had; to give him the true tourist experience, the same way he had for Christmas itself. But it was too close to midnight, and more than that, Sam didn’t think either of them was in the right frame of mind to handle more than a party among friends, or at least acquaintances.

But he did shift away from T’Challa, until his back was pressed to the cool window, and he could look up at him. T’Challa’s gaze was unwavering, the focus of the Black Panther on him completely, and Sam flashed him an easy smile as he finished off his drink and set it down, one hand lifting to brush gentle fingers against T’Challa’s jaw.

“So I suppose, then.” T’Challa began, stepping forward, and reaching out. His hands were warm on Sam’s waist now, and Sam gave himself a moment to enjoy just how good the king looked, the dark suit tailored perfectly, his body relaxed and his expression warm, and open. “That as nice as the company downstairs is. I’m the luckiest man here, to have you here, all to myself.”

The kiss was slow and lazy, as though there was nothing else in the world that mattered, no party going on where they might be missed. If asked, Sam would blame the alcohol, the atmosphere of the Tower, the dim lighting around them and the chance for a moment alone. The reality was that T’Challa was irresistible, he was captivating, and Sam would have been crazy not to take everything he could get from him, no matter where they were or who was waiting for them.

“You know,” He said softly when they parted, T’Challa’s forehead tilted against his own, their breathing in sync. “They say, it’s good luck to kiss the person you love at midnight. That it’ll bring you luck in love for the new year, or something like that. I never paid that much attention to it. But, it’s a thing.”

“Oh? And why didn’t you tell me this last January?” T’Challa’s voice was warm and teasing, and Sam didn’t know which of them leaned in for the next kiss. “Not that I think we needed the luck. But I might have indulged you. Just for tradition.”

“And this year?” Sam asked, “Think we need a little extra? After everything?”

“A little extra luck will never be a bad thing, especially in our lives. But not for us, or what we have. You and I, my beloved, will always be just fine. I’ll never doubt that,” Warm fingers came up, brushed along his jaw, his neck, and Sam hummed in response, his fingers rubbing gentle along T’Challa’s shoulders. “But as they say, when in Rome.”

“Yeah, cause it’s such a hardship, kissing me. You’re making one hell of a sacrifice right now, T. Hardest thing you’ve done all day, I bet.”

“Absolutely horrible,” Beneath them, Sam heard someone cheer and he knew without looking at his watch that it must be just about time. “It’s definitely not one of my favorite parts of my day, or one of my greatest honors.”

“‘Greatest honors’. T’Challa? That might be a little much, even for you.” Sam was laughing as, beneath them, he heard the countdown began..” All that diplomatic training, and that’s the best you could come up with?”

“You cannot blame me,” T’Challa protested quietly, his mouth on Sam’s, the kiss soft and tender once more. “I’m compromised. And you’re incredibly distracting.”

“Distracting, huh? Guess it’s a good thing I’m worth the trouble.” T’Challa’s fingers curled against the back of his neck, cradling him close as they kissed, as somewhere below them a cheer spread throughout the tower. Behind him, he heard the crack of fireworks, the sky alight with them, and Sam wouldn’t be shocked if there were more over the Tower, courtesy of Tony Stark himself. But nothing else mattered in that moment, nothing could compare to the look on T’Challa’s face when they finally drew away from each other.

At some point, they’d have to go rejoin the party, they’d have to celebrate with the others, no matter the teasing they were due for, for sneaking away in the first place.But for now, Sam was going to take every moment with T’Challa, he could get. They would deal with the rest of the world later, and like everything else, it’d be something they’d take on together.

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In Progress Fics Masterlist

Links Last Checked: August 30th, 2024

all fics on this list are in progress unless stated otherwise

A Father's Son (ao3) - dnky pepper/tony G, 156k

Summary: JARVIS wakes up during infinity war.

An Unexpected Engagement (ao3) - thedrih scott/hope, steve/natasha M, 219k

Status: Completed

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has a huge crush on CEO Steve and decides that the company's Christmas party is the perfect opportunity to win him over but she ends up exaggerating and after several disastrous events she wakes up in Steve's bed without remembering how she got there. And the most surprising thing is that he makes her an unusual proposal: that she pretend to be her fiancée!

Steve Rogers is a workaholic CEO who, in order to escape the family's insistence that he have a serious relationship, invents a fake bride. And when the family shows up by surprise and catches him with the employee he brought home drunk and passed out last night, he decides to make her a proposal: that Natasha pretend to be his fake bride.

What Steve doesn't realize is that Natasha has much more elaborate plans for him, making him a very malicious counterproposal!

Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it (ao3) - Savana_Marlark pepper/tony T, 169k

Summary: A snap.

A gauntlet.

A dying man's regret.

It is a dangerous thing to wish with infinity stones on your fist.

Sent back to the sands of Afghanistan, Tony Stark has a world to fix, and a Titan to stop, but he won't be doing it alone.

Family Isn't Always Blood (ao3) - Penning_the_stars steve/bucky, wanda/vision, harley/peter, mj/shuri, carol/maria M, 109k

Summary: It was a simple school field trip to Stark Industries Tower (also known as the home of the Avengers, not to be confused with the workplace of the Avengers, that’s different). Sure it’s to what is basically Peter’s second home but in Manhattan, but still. It should be fine. I mean, how much trouble can a field trip really cause?

It’s incredible, the butterfly effect. For example, a school trip to SI. Nothing note, you would say, that happens a lot. Oh, but this trip is the butterfly that triggers all the events of this tale. Watch, as a lowly field trip creates the baseline for events that prove the lovely line of “blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb”, also known as “family isn’t always blood”. And for that family, blood will be shed.

Fan the Flame (ao3) - Avaaricious steve/bucky, pepper/tony M, 347k

Summary: AKA the "I thought you were a dude-bro and meant to swipe left on Tinder but I slipped. We matched and now I'm stuck talking to you" AU

Golden Boy (ao3) - Poelozza steve/bucky E, 159k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not broken. He is just a little bent. As an orphaned omega, Steve has clawed his way to having a loving pack, three jobs, and a scholarship to NYU.

Bucky Barnes is a heir to an empire. Making himself one of the wealthiest people in America on top of that, he has everything. Everything including a horrid ex-wife and a distant daughter.

A chance meeting in a bar on an ordinary Wednesday will make these two realize that fate has more in store for them than they could ever imagine.

How Many Pieces Do You Wish (ao3) - BeneficialAddiction clint/phil, kate/america T, 48k

Summary: Fifteen years ago circus-boy Clint had a fling with sexy bad-boy Phil. They’re inseparable the entire summer until the day Phil reports for his enlistment, leaving only his battered leather jacket behind. Now Clint’s daughter Kate is starting ninth grade at a brand new school, and the last thing she wanted was to draw the attention of the assistant principal.

I Had Always Known (ao3) - AliasFics374 steve/natasha, wanda/vision T, 110k

Status: Completed

Summary: Natalia is nine when she arrives at the Barnes Estate. It is a world’s of a difference compared to the small apartment her and her mother moved from in London; leaving behind hunger, unemployment and an abusive father and husband. Her mother is now working as a housemaid in the aristocratic household, and Natalia has to earn her stay. Whilst she works tirelessly on whatever Mrs. Breecher, the housekeeper, choses, Natalia meets the Barnes children, soon becoming friends with them, particularly the little blonde boy, Steve. Even though the system of class established in the household separates them apart, the two become closer and closer over the years. All seems decent in Natalia’s life, until… her mother falls ill and the girl (now young woman) doesn’t know if she’ll be permitted to stay employed in the Barnes Estate.

Watch as Natalia and Steve, along with Bucky and Rebecca Barnes, grow up and handle life in the Regency Era; whilst defying status rules, navigating emotions, and falling in love.

Learning Together (ao3) - abigjuicylemon steve/thor E, 83k

Summary: Even after being out of the ice for years, Steve is still struggling to figure out the references to everything and the culture of twenty-first century America. He decides to make it a point to learn whenever he isn't out saving the world and ends up having a companion on his road to knowledge. A one time thing turns into more, and now Steve has to deal with figuring out both the twenty-first century and his feelings for a certain Norse God.

Mr. Parker Declined to Comment (ao3) - apisdn T, 102k

Summary: The events leading up to the embarrassing moments during the Doomed Field trip, and how Peter Parker accidentally ended up in charge of things. All the while the political machine moves on, the Avengers do not kiss and make up, and the future draws ever closer.

Only Different in the Details (ao3) - LadyShadowphyre clint/tony N/R, 63k

Summary: It started slowly, which is why it took so long for anyone to catch on to the changed relationship. At the same time, it started very quickly, which is why no one could quite pin down when it was that Tony Stark and Clint Barton - strangers until that first battle together - had looked at each other and connected.

Written for the prompt at avengerkink Round 13: Clint/Tony, nobody saw it coming.

Revision (ao3) - Kadigan M, 42k

Summary: This time, when they drag Stark back in and toss him on the floor, he doesn't get back up.

Tony Stark awoke in a cave with a magnet in his ribcage and a timer counting away his life. Without Yinsen's help and his own engineering genius, he would not have lived a week. Instead, he tore his way out from under the mountain. Between the magnet and the escape, though, lay three months of hell...

Strong at the Broken Places (ao3) - qaffangyrl steve/bucky M, 33k

Summary: Six days after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bucky Barnes arrives at Avengers Tower to surrender. Can Steve and the rest of the team help Bucky rebuild his mind and his life? And what will happen when Steve discovers that Tony has known Bucky's been alive all along?

Sweet as Honey and Just as Pretty (ao3) - LeisurelyPanda steve/bucky E, 134k

Summary: Steve's always been... bigger. Fatter. It's just been a part of his life. He's accepted it, and he's accepted the fact that other guys don't usually like fat guys. When his relationship comes to an abrupt end, he wonders if anyone will ever want to be with him again, if he'll be forever alone, selling coffee in a shop in the shadow of Stark Industries and making art when he can scrounge up the money for supplies.

Bucky lost his arm in Afghanistan more than 12 years ago, earning him a Purple Heart he didn't really care about and an honorable discharge that he thought he wanted. His work in robotics and cybernetics have led him and his fellow researchers to a metal prosthesis that can move, feel, and operate like a real limb. His life's work now accomplished, the last thing Bucky was expecting was to walk into a coffee shop and see a gorgeous man behind the counter to spark desire in him that he'd forgotten he had.

The Days of Reckoning Are Upon Us (ao3) - Ana (Anafandom) G, 302k

Status: Completed

Summary: Steve Rogers always does what he thinks is right. Unfortunately, believing he is right isn't the same as being right. Sometimes he's wrong. And sometimes he has to face the consequences of his actions.

Or, what if Team Cap was actually called out on their poor decisions and had to deal with consequences instead of being rewarded? A series of unrelated drabbles of what might have been.

And in case the tags aren't clear: this is not Steve or Team Cap friendly. If that's not your thing, just don't read it.

Winter's End (ao3) - ali_aliska bucky/tony M, 461k

Summary: One year after the Civil War, Bucky Barnes is pardoned, thanks in large part to Tony Stark, and given a chance to return in order to remove the triggers in his head, courtesy of the upgraded BARF tech. Bucky is ready to heal and make amends, but can he atone for all the damage done?

The path forward seems daunting and there are challenges ahead, but may be both he and Tony can find hope in the most unexpected place - each other.

Because no matter how cold a winter, spring always follows.