avenging-fics

[avenging-fics]

Hey everyone. It’s khy :)don’t know if you still know you follow me or who i am lmao. It’s been so long and I still get notifications from the stuff i wrote. So much notes. Hahah I’m really grateful that it still goes around tumblr but it’s been a while since I actually wrote here. I wish i could continue but my writing motivation isn’t as strong as it was before. And I’m entering my last year of college and I really want it to be a quick one :)

So I’ll keep this page up, I don’t want to deprive anyone of reading my stuff especially since I see a lot of them still getting likes and mentions :) And also because of the fact that I don’t want to delete my writing. I don’t want to say I won’t write here again but it might be a long long time before I do again.

Alright. Thank you all so much. Take care :)

[avenging-fics]

what do you guys think of a possible fic series with a wakandan king and a genovian princess? you know, two fictional countries brought to us by disney. let me know your thoughts and/or suggestions, please.

[avenging-fics]

The cutest shit though…

[avenging-fics]

Hey khy, no prob, thanks for responding. Um lets see, oh how about since im in a springy mood with flowers and that sorts of thing. How about the reader loves plants and does gardening all the time. This makes t'challa love her so much because he sees her doing something she loves so much and she is so hardworking at it. her personality is bubbly and cute and just a sweet lil cupcake. so like t'challa maybe helps her out with gardening or whatever u decide. just pure fluff and romance pls, thnx

It’s posted hon! I hope it’s okay 😅

[avenging-fics]

Wakanda in Bloom

T’challa x Reader

MASTERLIST

Requested: yep

A/N: i tried my best to create pure fucking fluff okay? So here’s some flowers and spring loving

—————

“Your majesty, please, let me.”

“It’s alright, Ayo. I can handle it. Thank you.” You smiled at the Dora Milaje behind you as you carried another batch of potted plants that you were planning on transferring to your garden. Despite your protests of being left alone so that Ayo or any of the Dora can do more important duties, T’challa insisted that you have at least one of them shadowing you.

Of course, the fact that your belly was already showing didn’t stop you from having a bit of freedom.

You tended to the castle garden, a small area in the west wing that had glass roofs and filled with greenery. It was spring. Your favorite season.

The place was blooming and it was spectacular

“Whew!” You grinned to yourself, putting down the tray in the middle of the greenhouse. You picked up one of the small pots and moved over to the work station, slowly and gently transferring the plants one by one.

It was an hour to noon when the King walked in on you finishing up the newly organized corder of the greenhouse where most of the hanging orchids were. He let out a soft smile and a tilt on his head, watching you with such a loving gaze as he made his way over.

“Y/N. Take a break, my love.” He said, wrappintg his arms around your waist from behind.

You smiled, leaning back a bit to place a quick kiss on his cheek before turning back to your flowers.

“I’m perfectly fine, T’challa.” You told him.

He just hummed contently and closed his eyes as he hold you close. You didn’t mind having him practically clinging onto you while you work. You’ve always loved being near your husband.

“How’s my little panther doing?” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck.

You chuckled, feeling his hands caress your growing belly. 2 more months and Wakanda will have a new prince. It’s almost like the whole kingdom was holding it’s breath in anticipation. The King, especially.

“He’s happy.” You said.

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

“You and me both, T’challa. 2 more months.”

He turned you around to face him, his finger under your chin pulling your lips close to meet his.

“It’s you.” He said. “You made such a loving home to him that maybe my son is having second thoughts whether he wants to go.”

You giggled at him, the sound of it making him smile, his eyes almost twinkling when he looks down at you.

“He will be here. He’s excited to see his home. His Wakanda. I’m sure of it.”

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I think the two of us are even luckier. Having you as my husband and your son’s father.” You told him, your hand pulling him close again.

“And my brother, who escaped a meeting with the council apparently.”

The two of you turned to look at the doorway where Shuri stood, her hands on her hips, looking at T’Challa jokingly.

You giggled. “Come on, Shuri. Be nice.”

“I am! He left me there by myself!”

T’challa looked at you and then back at his sister. “Look at Y/N. How can you pull me away from a wife so beautiful and blooming, more than the flowers she tends to?”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Oh please. You see each other everyday, brother.”

You giggled again, lightly pushing T’challa forward. “Go on, my love. We’re just fine here.”

———

[avenging-fics]

Thank you Wakanda

[avenging-fics]

i will personally fight the grape flavored alien on steroids just to protect Wakanda

[avenging-fics]

fffffffffffffffff

my heart grew 10x when i heard him laugh

you can preorder as a body pillowcase here!

[avenging-fics]

Be Careful, Sweetheart 3

Erik Killmonger x Reader (Rated R)

MASTERLIST

Be Careful, Sweetheart 1

Requested: yea

A/N: the 3rd and last one i swear request something else lmao something....saucy

—————

“Erik...” you moaned his name, grasping at the sheets underneath you. Your toes curled behind his back, your legs wrapped around him as your hips met with every thrust.

You brought your hand up to your chest, your breasts bouncing as he fucked you so savagely, not bothering to stop and take a break. No. This man was strong. He can keep on going. And you wouldn’t have in any other way.

“Y/N....” he growled, watching you tease yourself with his eyes, dark with lust.

You arched your back, your body almost gyrating with so much pleasure his deep delicious thrusts gave you. Propping yourself up with your elbows you pushed yourself up, meeting his lips, chuckling darkly as you bit his bottom lip. Erik didn’t complain. Instead he retaliated by flipping you over on your stomach and taking you roughly from behind.

It was music, the groaning and moaning from sex. The room was filled with it and the two of you were lost.

*

“You haven’t given me an answer, Y/N.” He watched you as he leaned back on the massive headboard. You were sitting by the foot of the bed, the blankets covering your naked body. It was always like this. You were afraid that if you were near Erik, you wouldn’t resist from wanting to touch him even after sex. Cuddling with him? That would be preposterous. Besides, he doesn’t seem to want to anyway.

“It’s been almost a week, babygir—“

“We can’t keep doing this, Your majesty.” You blurted out, not looking him in the eye.

“So it’s ‘your majesty’ now, huh.” You heard him say, his voice that same deep velvety sound your ears will never get used to.

“Erik....” you said, looking up at him, only to find that he was already next to you.

“What?” He asked, staring into your eyes, his face emotionless but you can tell he’s not playing in that moment.

You gulped, mustering up all the courage in you. “I don’t want to be queen.”

He chuckled, no humor in it. “Still defying me.”

“Come on. You honestly can’t expect me to run a country with you? With the new ideals that you’re pushing into this country. I love Wakanda already and you’re trying to change it.”

“Not this again.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, the Wakanda you knew before was built on lies and selfishness. I’m trying to save even more of my people. The ones with no protection outside our borders. The ones who struggle everyday because of who they are.” His voice have gotten louder now.

“You’re going to start a war with the weapons you’re sending out.” You told him. “I....I don’t want to rule by your side.”

Erik was dumbfounded. Those weren’t the words he wanted to here. And as much as he denied it, they hurt him deeply. He shook his head and pressed his lips together. Getting up from the bed and putting on his pants, he marched out of the room, clearly pissed.

But before he closed the door behind him, Erik turned to you and warned you.

“I’ll make you say yes, Y/N. I won’t stop. No matter what I have to do.”

*

“I refuse.”

“Y/N.” Okoye’s voice was low.

“No. I won’t take it. You are the General of the Dora Milaje. Not me.”

“It’s an order from the throne. And none of you can refuse.” Erik’s smirk was taunting you as he sat arrogantly from his chair in the throne room.

“You are not my King.” You told him, every bit of poisonous hatred in your body projected in your tone.

“General Y/N.” One of the elders in the council turned to you. You stepped back.

“That’s not my title, my lord.” You said.

“Okay.” Erik shrugged nonchalantly, as if any of the topics in this meeting was nothing. “So you refuse the title of General? Good to know.”

Okoye tried to say something but was interrupted. “Your majesty, we don’t thi—“

“Be Queen, then.” Erik announced. All eyes were on him suddenly. “You can choose. Be General....or be my Queen.”

You glared at him. He knew you respected Okoye and Ayo and any other members of the Dora too much to just take over their titles and have control over them. They were family to you. You’d be stealing Okoye’s title without having to work for it. You didn’t deserve it.

“My King,” Okoye’s voice declared, speaking not just to Erik, but to the whole council representing the tribes of Wakanda. “I will step down.”

You looked at your general, shocked and with much disbelief.

Erik clapped his hands once, the echo loud across the room. “Perfect. What’ll it be, sweetheart?” He grinned at you, knowing full well he won again.

But you couldn’t do that to them. To Okoye.

So you held your head high and dropped your spear on the ground. The loud clash of vibranium metal colliding with the floor echoed across the throne room mixed with gasps from the council and some of the Dora Milaje.

You didn’t say anything else. You just looked at Erik and turned around, marching out of there after you just threw your life away.

“Y/N. Come back here!” Erik shouted from his throne. You heard him even as you made your way into the halls and to your room.

Tears threatened to fall but you were a warrior. You didn’t let them no matter how painful it was. No matter how tight your chest got.

“Will you explain to me what the fuck you just did?”

You stopped taking off the armor you no longer had the privilege of wearing midway, finding Erik in your room.

“You were an idiot for making me choose.” You said, moving to your closet to pack whatever you need. Just enough to get away.

“I did what I had to do. I warned you.”

“Making me general?! What were you thinking?”

He glared, closing the distance between the two of you in a couple strides. His hands immediately going yo to your arms, pressing you against the wall in a fit of anger, trapping you there.

“Be careful, Y/N. You belong to me.” He growled.

“I don’t want to be your queen, Erik!” You shouted, feeling so much emotion in you, you couldn’t even begin to think straight.

With that outburst, you expected a similar reaction from him. Maybe even a louder one.

But nothing came.

You watched him as he shook his head, looking down in defeat. Not unlike the arrogant new king you watched for the past few days. Your heart hurt seeing him like this.

“Erik, I...”

“Just shut up, Y/N.” He said, looking at you, anger in his face. But he stayed still. A strange calmness in his fury. “You haven’t, not once, told the truth. Especially to yourself. I know. I know how you feel because it’s the same thing that I feel. I didn’t ask you to be queen just for shits. I asked you because I wanted you beside me the whole time. I.....I love you, dammit. And I’m not gonna lie, your words are a fucking stab to my gut, Y/N.......Do you not want me?”

You stilled. Your mind adjusting to what he just said. You didn’t expect that. Not at all.

But now that it was out there, where you know, you let yourself go.

Tears flowed and your sobs were muffled when Erik suddenly pulled you into his chest, his strong arms wrapping themselves around you, holding you tight. Keeping you safe.

He didn’t say anything while you wept. When you calmed down, he pulled away, looking down at you with a soft smirk.

“Of course, I want you, you fuck.” You chuckled, sniffling as you gave his chest a light smack. “You’re a cocky son of a bitch but you’re right. I want this just as much as you.”

“So why didn’t you just agree with me, baby? Why didn’t you just be my queen?” He asked, now smiling as his fingers touched your face, wiping away tears.

“You were going to start a war, Erik.” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t want to see you so over your head with the thought of revenge that you won’t see what you’ll do to Wakanda and the rest of the world. There are better, more peaceful ways to resolve all of this. I just....need you to understand.”

He listened to you. Of course he knew you were right. Especially about the part where his mind was clouded with only the thought of revenge.

His eyes widened, however, when he realized that it wasn’t like before.

Now, he has thoughts of you shining a light where it was dark. He has you.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You realize what you just did, babygirl?” He asked you, grinning widely as he hugged you tight again.

“W-what?”

“You just saved Wakanda. And more importantly, me.” He smiled down at you, his lips only inches away. “Thank you, my Queen.”

***

requests open

[avenging-fics]

Can I request a t'challa fic where the reader gets pregnant but is afraid he will be mad but she tells his sister and hides the pregnancy for a couple of weeks but shuri eventually tells t'challa since the reader didn't. You can include smut too please and then a week later she's pregnant? If that makes sense

It’s posted! Hope you mind if i changed things up a bit 😅ehe

[avenging-fics]

Heyyy girl I’m kinda obsessed with your writing and I was wondering if you could write a T’Challa fic where T’Challa and the reader decided to try for a baby and they end up having so much sex that the reader gets sore and has to avoid T’Challa you can change it how you see fit thanks love <3

It’s posted!!!

[avenging-fics]

Tell Him

T’challa x Reader

MASTERLIST

Requested: yes. I combined to requests to make it longer

A/N: i figured we needed some angst so i threw in a bit of that. Hope you guys like this one. I initially wrote this as two parts but since I finished both already might as well have a long imagine instead of two short ones

—————

“Do not tell him.”

“But Y/N—“

“Please, Shuri. It’s not the time for this.” You said, standing up from the floor as you wiped your mouth. You walked over to the sink and washed your hands, grabbing your toothbrush in the process. Any sign of this must not be shown. Especially to your husband.

“He has to know about his child. Wakanda’s prince!”

“Shuri, please. I know that. But I will tell him, okay. It has to come from me.”

She frowned but had no choice but to agree with you. “Okay.” She nodded.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her when you were done. “Come on. Show me the new tech.”

*

It was difficult to hide the pregnancy from everyone.

You’d feel the symptoms in the worst times and even though you weren’t that far along, they were extreme enough. T’challa would ask you if you’re okay but it’s only a matter of time before he realizes you’re not really having your time of the month every week. Especially when he asked Shuri what was wrong with you and what she told him didn’t match your alibi. It’s getting close for him to figure it out but you told him it was nothing he need concern himself with.

“Just focus on your duties for now, my love. I’ll be fine.” You always tell him.

Shuri buries herself in her work now. Trying to avoid any conversation with people in fear of accidentally spilling your secret. It has gone on for so long that she was so relieved when Okoye figured it out.

She was the only one that was happy about the situation.

“A little prince!” Okoye couldn’t help but grin to herself everytime she thought of the possibility.

You shook your head at her. “We don’t know for sure if it’ll be a boy, General.”

“We have a bet going on already.” She replied back, pointing at Shuri and herself.

It almost made you tell the news to T’challa. Just to see if he wanted a boy, too.

But a news like this was big. He had enough on his plate being King already.

*

“Y/N.....” Shuri’s voice was worried.

You smiled, holding her hand in comfort. “I’ll be fine, Shuri.” You assured her before getting inside the jet with Nakia.

“You don’t have to do this. Just tell him already.”

You shook your head. “Not just yet.”

“But why? Why the wait?”

“I told you, not just yet.” You said, hugging her tight. “I promise I’ll be careful.”

And you tried your best to keep that promise.

But what waited for you was a trap.

You and Nakia didn’t expect a rebellion when you came to help out the neighboring tribes in the middle of the African dessert. There were too many of them.

“Y/N!” Nakia shouted, fighting off men that was surrounding you two as you hurriedly made your way to the jet. You were almost inside when someone grabbed onto your feet, making you trip and fall on your stomach.

You ignored the pain on your abdomen and tried to kick the people away from you so that you could get up run.

And you did, by some miracle.

But when the jet was already flying, Nakia went over to you, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

“Y/N...” she whispered, her hand covering her mouth and the other pointing at the blood dripping down your skirts.

That’s when you felt the pain. You screamed out, your womb on fire as the blood pooled.

Your eyes shut and your body soon gave out.

*

“That was completely stupid, Y/N!”

T’challa’s voice was angry and loud enough to be heard on the far corners of the castle.

You remained silent though. Unable to say anything as if you lost tour ability to speak. What else can you say to him? You’ve lost his child. You’ve lost Wakanda’s heir.

“If you would have just told me, we would’ve avoided the whole thing. We would’ve had our first child!”

“T’challa...”

“You know I would always make time for my family. For our family. But you’ve taken that away from me, haven’t you?”

Your silent sobs were louder than his rage then. You hated all of it. His anger. His loss.

It was your fault.

“I’m sorry, my love.” you tried to say, but it only came as a whisper.

The King heard it though. He shook his head, not knowing what else to do.

T’challa walked out of your chambers, the doors loud as he slammed them on his way.

The tears in your eyes were your only companion for the night until you fell asleep.

——

He apologized many times.

Many, many times.

T’challa lost many nights trying to heal himself of the loss that he endured. The child he never got to have.

When he realized that you had lost that same thing, too, his guilt washed over him like a massive wave.

You were broken and he left you alone to fix it.

But not anymore, he promised to himself.

Many months went by until everything seemed normal enough. It left a huge scar on both of you but you moved on. T’challa hardly left your side.

“Just focus on your duties for now, my love. I’ll be fine.” You’ll alway tell him.

He would give you a disbelieving look but judging the way you would laugh at him and would comfort him of his worry, T’challa knew you weren’t lying this time.

It was only a few more months later when he talked to you about the possibility of having a child.

You both haven’t done anything beyond a kiss in a long time and it felt like the moment’s passed.

You were healed and so was he.

You smiled, nodding softly the night he asked you.

“I love you, T’challa. You deserve all the good in the world.” You said, your hands on both side of his cheek as you looked up at him.

He smiled, his lips inching closer towards yours. “And I already have them all when you came to me, Y/N. I love you, my queen.”

*

It came in slow and gentle at first.

T’challa took his time to make sure you weren’t hurting.

But he eventually found his rhythm, gaining strength as he pushed into you. It didn’t take him long to lose himself on you.

He was passionate. Rough.

He enjoyed every single bit of you and counted himself lucky whenever he got to hear you moan his name. And you did. Countless times throughout the night.

Which soon became weeks. The two of you didn’t stop. Any chance you would get, you’d let T’challa have his way with you.

Neither of you complained.

Until eventually, you started feeling a little tightness around your pelvis area one morning. You chuckled to yourself as you struggled trying to get up from your bed.

“What’s wrong, my love?” T’challa asked you, sitting up on the bed as he watched you put on your robe.

You smiled at him. “I’m finally sore, T’challa. I think we can stop for a bit.”

He let out a small laugh. “Is that so? I can’t say I’m too happy about that. I’ve been enjoying you too much to stop, Y/N.”

“Well, you’re going to have to, your majesty.”

*

You tried it on five different tests just to make sure. It all said the same thing. And you were beyond happy that this day had come again.

Okoye nodded approvingly at you.

Shuri could not contain her excitement.

And when you finally told T’challa you were pregnant, he never let you out of his sight.

***

requests open

[avenging-fics]

I Accept, Princess

Shuri x MaleReader

MASTERLIST

Requested: YEsss

A/N: i like the outcome of this which is surprising. Also shuri. My second favorite. But only because Okoye is what I aspire to be

——————

“Another broken man to fix”

That’s what she told her brother when he brought you in.

You didn’t say anything else. You just accepted the fact that she was right. You were broken. But that was only one of the many times that she was right. There were countless more.

The Black Panther found you and fought you. Well, he fought your other self. The monster that came out whenever you were triggered. King T’challa had stopped you from destroying the village near the border of Wakanda. You remembered how warriors with cloaks were hopeless against you, even some that were riding massive rhinoceroses with battle armor. No one could defeat you. Until the King came and bested you.

When you turned back to your normal human form, you pleaded guilty to all the damages and was in no opposition to be sentenced to death. However, T’challa took pity on you. That’s how you got to meet Shuri.

They told you they have cured a man with a similar monster inside his head. So you endured the treatments Shuri did on you. Although you didn’t mind. You’ve never met anyone like her before. She was a breath of fresh air. She was sunshine with glowing brown skin. She would be the one patient enough to handle you when you transformed back into the monster. She was your cure.

“Shuri…” you stepped inside the lab, smiling as you tilted your head at her. “I told you to get out of the lab.”

She scoffed. “If my own brother can’t get me out, what makes you think you can?”

“Because it’s my last night here and...I want my savior to be present at the dinner they held for me.” You told her.

She turned around and faced you, crossing her arms as she raised a brow at you. “You’re actually leaving?”

“Well, I’m all better. Thanks to you…..Plus I’m not Wakandan. I don’t belong here, Shuri.”

“Is that what you think? Is that the plan then? Get a cure for your...condition and then leave m—...us.”

You shook your head, stepping forward to take her hand in yours. “No. I want to stay here. Believe me. But…..the people who knew me before I came here, my family? I have to get back to them.”

She was quiet, looking down at your hand that was wrapped around hers. She shook her head.

“I don’t want you to go.” She whispered, her voice trying to hard to sound as strong as it normally is.

“I promise I’ll come back for you.”

*

It was disaster.

Harlem, New York was destroyed.

And it was all your fault.

The Avengers had found you and tried to recruit you. It was a peaceful meeting at first but a spy from an opposing group had managed to get you to transform into the monster.

You couldn’t control it.

“RAAAH!!” You roared, throwing an already damaged car towards the chopper that was attempting to subdue you. You missed but that doesn’t mean you would stop. No, you kept destroying everything in your path.

That’s when you saw it. A familiar silhouette in the sky.

A Wakandan jet.

It landed in front of you and out came Shuri.

Shuri, your inner voice almost exclaimed. But the monster was in charge at the moment and can only let out a loud roar, your hands smashing the concrete ground, cracking the asphalt.

“Y/N, you little shit. Look what you’ve done.” Shuri’s coice reached your ear. She was standing in the middle of the road amongst the debris. She came towards you and stopped just a couple of meters away.

Her hand reached out for you and with a low growl, you stepped closer, starting to calm down.

“That’s right. Just like old times.” She whispered to you, her fingers trailing patterns on your forearm.

You sighed, feeling your body convulse and transform back to human. You fell in front of her then, gasping as you tried to catch your breath.

“Shuri.” You looked up, seeing her kneeling down in front of you.

“I got tired of waiting.” She said, smiling down at you as you tried to lift yourself off the ground.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You should say that to the whole city.” Shuri looked around at the mess surrounding you two.

“I fucked up.” You said, chuckling with her.

“Yeah. Maybe now you’ll stay with me this time.”

“I accept, princess.”

***

requests open

[avenging-fics]

Hey 👋 I just wanted to say that ur writing is incredible, pls don’t stop. They are cute, funny, but u can also see ur greatness in the words. So yeah I just wanted to say that and also I love ❤️ ur profile pic. Thank u 4 writing 😁

😭 thank you so much that is the best message I’ve ever received.

[avenging-fics]

im working on a part 3 for be careful, sweetheart but im still open for any requests. Black Panther or any MCU character :)

[avenging-fics]

Hey! I was scrolling and saw that u where taking black panther requests, and I’m hoping you’re still doing that. :) I was wondering if you could make a T’challa fic, where he was injured on a mission (maybe dude to a malfunction in his suit?) and the reader patches him up. He might have sustained a wound on his abdomen so it gets a little awkward when he takes his shirt off😆 im sorry if I was super specific, I thought most people liked something to go on when they wrote, You’re AWESOME 🙌👏

it’s posted, hon! :D

[avenging-fics]

i love this som uch

ok我掉坑ㄌ很嚴重ㄉ(一腳踩破洞