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ruckystarnes · 2 years

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Title: You Can Trust Me

Author: RuckyStarnes

Card: B018

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Sam Wilson

Warnings: swearing, fighting

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,595

Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo | @buckybarnesbingo

Event: Any Fandom Goes Bingo | Bucky Barnes Bingo

Prompt/Square: G3: Former Allies | C1: Queer Platonic Relationship

Summary: Sam and Bucky hunt down a new threat

Type: Moodboard | Fic

“Are you sure this is the way?” Bucky groused quietly, gripping the glock as he peeked around the corner. There wasn’t anyone or anything there and he jerked his head at Sam to follow.

“Redwing doesn’t lie. It senses a heat signature about five yards from here,” Sam replied, his finger glancing over the control on his forearm. Bucky rolled his eyes, making Sam chuckle. “You can trust technology, Cyborg,” he teased.

“Wakanda technology is a bit more reliable than whatever made that thing,” Bucky responded with a slight shake of his head.

“Hey, don’t knock Redwing,” Sam stated, acting slightly offended. “I’ll have you know Stark designed him.”

“Again, Wakanda is more reliable. Maybe I should have a talk with Ayo about getting a new and improved version,” Bucky muttered as he made his way down the hallway. “You know five yards from here is straight through that wall where your pretend bird is hovering?” Sam looked up from the control, his brows knitting together as he looked at the drone and it made Bucky smile. “I’ll go right if you go left, whoever gets there first radios.”

“Barnes, I don't think–”

“Whatever, I’ll see you on the other side then,” Bucky interrupted and turned to go down the hall. He could hear Sam curse but he could hear his footsteps going down the opposite way. The building was pretty basic design, set up like most science facilities Bucky had roamed through in his past life: one hallway splits to wrap around center rooms before turning back to one again to a center room. His super soldier hearing could hear the slight hum of computers and very faint clicking of what sounded like keys on a keyboard. He didn’t see Sam when he turned the corner and radioed him to let him know he was in position. The reply was one curse and warning of Bucky not to go in without him which made Bucky roll his eyes, but he waited. He lowered his weapon and leaned against the wall, his ears perked to any noise that was coming from the room: only the clack of computer keys and the occasional mouse click.

“You move pretty fast for an old man,” Sam jeered, his eyes back down on the control panel and moved his finger over the screen, making the robotic bird quietly trill by Bucky’s ear and around the corner of the doorway. “Some person in a black suit and...four eye goggles?” Sam pulled a face and looked up at Bucky, who in turn just shrugged with a nonchalant look.

“Fought worse,” he replied, lifting his gun up as he readied himself to go around the corner. He took a tentative step around the corner and he could hear Sam readying himself to follow. Bucky’s eyes roamed around the room: desks with computers filled the space, but only one was on. Sure enough, there was a thin framed person clad in black from head to toe, wearing greenish goggles that indeed had four lenses.

“Stop what you’re doing,” he called out, his gun trained on what he hoped was an actual person and not an alien or monster of sorts (he had his fill for his lifetime). “We’ll go easy on you if you cooperate.”

The person hesitated for a moment, looking over their shoulder and Bucky could hear a sigh of exasperation being let out before their attention returned to the screen. He heard three clicks from the mouse before the person turned around and faced him and Sam. The four lens goggles made his nose crinkle in confusion before raising his gun higher.

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Sam called from behind him, and Bucky forced himself not to roll his eyes. Sam was irritatingly good at being like Steve.

“Ty chertovski shutishʹ,” the person groaned and reached behind their back to pull out two batons that gave a faint glow of red. Bucky’s eyes raised in surprise as he cocked his head, his grip loosening a bit.

“Yëzhik?” he whispered, lowering his gun, “is that you?”

The person tilted their head slightly, hesitating at his words before they started to run towards them, swinging a baton at Bucky. His flesh hand came up and gripped the baton, wincing as bolts of electricity coursed through his hand and up his arm, making him curse.

“Yëzhik, stop,” he growled through clenched teeth, “Stop it.” The person kicked him hard in the chest, sending him staggering backwards. He could hear Sam rushing forward, speaking words that would probably make Steve proud, but the masked person backhanded the baton across his face, followed by what Bucky knew was a widow’s bite.

“Bucky, if you know this person, you might want to try to get them to knock it the fuck off.” Sam grunted as another kick landed against his side, making him fall to his knees. The baton made a sickening crack as it came across Sam’s face again. Bucky shook the shock off of him and ran towards Sam’s attacker, his arms wrapping around the small frame, pinning their arms down to their side.

“Enough Yelena,” Bucky growled in the ear of the attacker, holding them tightly against his chest. The person struggled, wiping their head back, which connected with his nose, but Bucky kept his grip, letting out a string of curses in Russian. An elbow connected with his ribs before the person turned their wrist, sending volts of electricity through his body which made him lose his grip on them. His hand reached for the black mask, pulling it off the person’s head, revealing a blonde woman with narrowed blue eyes.

“Yëzhik,” Bucky grunted, hand moving to his nose and winced when he realized it was broken, “Natasha got you out. Why are you–”

“I’m not your yëzhik, Soldat. Haven’t been since you left,” she spat back, her eyes shifting between him and Sam, and Bucky knew she was trying to access a way out. “You've been gone too long to call me that anymore.” She huffed out a breath and blew a stray flaxen strand out of her face.”

Bucky sensed her movement before she realized and caught her ankle as she tried to jump upwards to the vent above. He yanked her down, letting her land on the floor with a heavy thud and stood over her.

“You were always a little shit, you know that?” Bucky sighed, his foot connecting with her hand as she drew a small knife, kicking the blade away from her grip. “And always thought you could take me one on one.”

“I broke your nose,” she countered, her body moving to slip from under him, but his hand gripped the back of her suit and yanked back, giving Sam an annoyed look.

“Only because I didn’t want to kill you.”

“Because you knew it was me.”

“Damn right. Think Natasha would come back from her grave and haunt my ass if I killed her sister after I promised her I would try to find you after what happened in Wakanda.”

“Well, I was dust,” she spat out, spinning again to try to loosen his grip, but it failed. “Would you let me go mudak?”

“Chert vozʹmi, yëzhik, ty ne mog by prosto ostanovitʹsya i pogovoritʹ?” The Russian had her still for a moment, her face softening slightly as she sighed. Bucky knew better than to let go of her, knowing all of her tricks as he was one of her teachers all those years ago. Sure enough, after a few seconds she tried to run. “You never listen, do you. You can trust us, trust me. Please,” he said softly. He let her go then, she turned to him and shook her head slowly.

“I don’t trust anyone anymore, brat,” she replied evenly, “there’s no one left to trust. You left, Natasha left. I cannot find my parents. Contract work is easy. No strings, no attachments.”

“So you went back to being a Widow,” Bucky countered, his hand coming up and waving along her body.

“I have my own mind now,” she spat back, “I didn’t have that until another freed me.”

“Yelena, c’mon, Sam and I can help you.”

“Wait, what?” Sam replied quickly, stepping towards Bucky, “we can’t trust every Russian we happen across because you might have a history with them.”

Bucky furrowed his brows at his teammate and gave him a look of disgust. “She was like a sister to me,” he replied at the same time as Yelena pulled a face and made a gagging sound.

“Seriously, you two, I’m good. Espionage and being a ghost is kind of my thing,” Yelena added, taking a step backwards, “but, uh, if you see Kate Bishop around, tell her to call me. Would like to have some coffee with her.”

“Who’s that? You’re girlfriend?” Sam smirked, turning towards the blonde.

“I don’t date, Barnes can tell you that,” she smiled, her face almost soft when she looked at Bucky. “It’s been good boys, and great to meet your boyfriend, brat, but, um, I think it’s best we don’t do this again.” She jumped up and gripped onto the vent before pulling herself up into it.

“So, that was Natasha’s little sister?” Sam asked, looking up where she disappeared.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, hanging his head.

“And she still had whatever she stole on her?”

“Yup.”

“And we aren’t going after her?”

Bucky looked at Sam and clenched his jaw. “No. We’re going after whoever is making her do this.”

#bbb2022 #bucky barnes bingo #bucky barnes #sam wilson #yelena belova #bucky barnes & yelena belova #bucky barnes drabble #yelena belova drabble

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hyperfixationtimego · 2 years

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ayo i wanna write :3

feel free to send in a danganronpa character/ship/prompt and I’ll do my best to write a oneshot for u! rarepairs and crackships are totally fine, but shipping Hiro with anyone from the main games is completely disallowed. Platonic dynamics w/ him are cool tho <3

#any ship is totally fine! just be warned that if I don’t like the ship the fic might end up. bad.#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #goodbye despair #killing harmony #sdr2 #ndrv3 #super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #super danganronpa 2 #new danganronpa v3 killing harmony #new danganronpa v3 #writing #fanfiction

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sesamestreep · 3 years

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My friend I’ve also had to cancel my holiday plans due to c*vid etc so I am here to send u sympathetic AND empathetic prompts. Sam and Bucky with 36 (lifting the other up) (platonic, if that’s okay?)

“Okay, so, now comes the easy part,” Torres says as he configures the screen behind him to zoom in on the building schematic.

“No offense, Torres, but since you’re not going to be the one to actually do this mission, I’m taking your assessment of its difficulty with an enormous grain of salt,” Sam quips. Next to him, Bucky makes a noise that sounds like an honest-to-God harrumph, which he takes as some form of agreement and also files away as something to make fun of him for later.

“First of all, I’m your point man on this, so I’m as much a part of this mission as you and Barnes are,” Torres replies.

“Your job is to wait in the van, Torres,” Bucky says, belligerent as always in these meetings.

“Hey, if you’d like to try this without a getaway driver, be my guest.” When neither of them rises to the bait, he nods and continues. “But seriously, this next part is actually easy. The perimeter is protected by this ten foot fence. All you need to do is scale it and you’re in.”

“It would be even easier if you’d let me bring the wings,” Sam says, unable to keep the petulance out of his tone.

“You won’t need them for anything else and they’ll make things more difficult once you’re actually in the facility. The less you have to carry, the better off you’ll be.”

“I think I can handle it, Torres.”

“Still, I’d rather not have you in a position where you have to choose between bringing back the target or your wings, because I know what you’d choose.”

“Yeah, and I’ve used up the last of my favors from Ayo, so if you need a new pair, you’ll have to make ‘em for yourself out of scrap metal,” Bucky adds, helpfully.

“Lucky for me, we got plenty of that leftover from when we fixed up the boat,” Sam replies, with a sunny smile that just makes Bucky roll his eyes.

”Can we please focus?” Torres asks, looking pained. “We’re almost done, I swear.”

Sam leans forward to get a better look at the aerial image on the screen. “So, we scale a ten foot fence and then what?”

“Whichever one of you climbs the fence just has to open the gate for the other from the control panel at the guard post here,” Torres explains, indicating a spot on the schematic.

“Sam should do that,” Bucky says, without hesitation. “I can give him a boost and wait for the gate.”

“Wait, why do you get to wait around doing nothing?”

“I’m not going to be doing nothing. I’ll be helping you over the fence and then watching your back.”

“I could just as easily lift you up and cover you while you get the gate,” Sam fires back, on his dignity for some reason.

“I mean, I wouldn't go so far as to say you could do it easily, but…”

Sam scoffs. “Not this again.”

“Guys…” Torres says, warily.

“Sam, you don’t have to take this so personally every time,” Bucky says, so gently that Sam is certain he’s doing it on purpose to annoy him. “I am just objectively stronger than you are.”

“And Buck, please take it extremely personally when I tell you that you’re an idiot.”

“Seriously, guys, we are almost done here, if we could just—” “Tell Bucky he’s not stronger than I am!”

Torres looks pained at the request. “Sam, you’re the best,” he says, faintly, after a moment. “You’re great at what you do.”

Sam glares at him. “But?”

“Sergeant Barnes literally has a vibranium arm, dude!”

Bucky makes a you see gesture with one hand, like that’s going to win the argument for him.

“And I’m literally Captain America, dude,” Sam says, hotly.

“No serum, though,” Bucky replies flippantly.

“Okay, you know what? I can lift you and I will prove it! Let’s take this outside,” Sam shouts, pushing himself out of his chair.

“Fine by me,” Bucky says, rising to follow him.

“You guys!” Torres calls after them. “This is only, like, step three of the plan! We have more to talk about. You’re going to come back this time, right?”

When he gets no response, he sighs and sinks into his chair to wait. “Work with Captain America, they said,” he mutters to himself. “It will be fun, they said.”

#ok I gave you some bonus Torres AND an Ayo mention!!#[lizzo voice] cuz I love you #these prompts are from like a month ago sorry #c*vid is still serious but like the reference to holiday plans is dated my bad #anyway captain america and his bestie dj white wolf are absolute children pass it on #touch prompts #my writing #(I probs shouldn’t use that tag anymore but it’s for me to find it on my blog sorry iOS app users!!)#philtstone #ask #tfatws #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #jaoquin torres #they’re idiots your honor!!#I’m not totally sure if Bucky has a rank or anything still or what it is so pls do not at me I tried my best

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘 | “𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜”

࿐ character: Nobara Kugisaki

࿐ prompt: 8) "It's not UFOs, you piece of shit!"

࿐ type: imagine (oneshot <3)

࿐ requested by: sleepingkyo for my 700+ event

⌦ gn!reader (they/them)

⌦ sfw, fluff

⌦ cw/tw: swearing !!

⌦ ‘may i request a nobara dialogue 8 "It's not UFOs, you piece of shit!" scenario with a gn! reader?’

A/N: my first nobara request? ayo?? (also decided to make this platonic !!)

You and Nobara were such a duo, being able to see only curses you had stumbled upon her during one of her solo missions. Finding a connection through interests and just the way your personalities had clashed, it felt right. To be friends that is. Exchanging numbers and only being able to communicate through texts and calls due to the distances between your own cities. Nobara attending the Jujutsu Tokyo school, while you were in Kawaguchi. Although it was a nearby city... you really didn’t have the funds or time to go into Tokyo.

Sometimes Nobara would surprise you, always knocking on your apartment door and opening it up to see the apricot-colored girl at your doorway. Always freezing up in astonishment as she hugged you happily.

Which... she was doing now. Unexpectedly visiting you again for the 3rd time in the past 2 months.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you again!” Nobara said as she let go, “Did I surprise you again? You know you should expect me to keep coming over.”

“You always do Kugasaki- And-.. And you know I’m not the brightest,,” You muttered the last few words, hoping she wouldn’t hear it but the soft growing laughter said otherwise. Embarrassed you had looked away as you hurried off to the kitchen, noticing the two bags Nobara had held, one you assumed had snacks inside. She followed behind your heels, both of you returning teases and retorts as you organized drinks inside your small fridge and settled the other items on the table.

You didn’t know what to expect. Knowing how much a wildcard she can be she dragged you around Kawaguchi and its several towns around your home, she had been here many times and researched where she could visit. And known of those cheap places either. Although you always insisted on the locals you enjoyed in your city, that was really the only exception she accepted.

As night grew closer, you were beginning to walk back to your apartment. Not far from it. With bags of goodies, souvenirs, and just memories in hand.

You were just looking up at the sky as you walked, glancing down to watch where you stepped. Seeing the light splattered of stars in the sky was always a nice thing to see, a thing you always look forward to on a fun day. Just the gentlest smile on your face as you admired the vision, seeing the moon at a waxing gibbous.

“..a few more nights till a full moon, Kugisaki.” You broke the comfortable silence. “On the 24th.. which is.. Thursday- A Strawberry Moon will happen too!”

“Really...? What- The fuck is a Strawberry Moon too- It doesn’t even sound real”

“I don’t know.. specifically but its like the first- the first full moon after the summer solstice or whatever.”

“Pfft- Damn, you really know your shit about space and all that huh, Y/N?”

“I- W-well,, Only because I was interested in it! Okay!! It’s really cool too-”

“Uh-huh, nerdy Y/N~” Nobara cooed teasingly, giggling afterward her own words.

You simply stuck your tongue at her, crossing your arms.

“No wonder I see thoses.. fucking disc looking things all over your doodles in your room. Even some of them are hanging too! There like called.. UFOs.. right? For aliens??”

“H-hey- It's not UFOs, you piece of shit!” You barked, pouting a little. “..don’t remind me of those silly stories I told ya about it all either-”

Nobara just laughed at you, already knowing she would bring up the embarrassing stories you had brought up through the many interactions from you and your family.

“Fine, fine- I won’t... This time-”

“I swear to god if you tell anyone like Itadori and Megumi-”

“Thats- Already too late-”

“Kugisaki! Really-!”

Nobara had continued her laughter, stopping her teasing and promising to do so for the rest of the night. In return, you softly hit her shoulder pouting less as you had finally reached your apartment. Both walking inside to hangout and chill for the rest of the night... without any more embarrassing reminders.

#events;- 🎏#folder 📁;- 𝙹𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗 #at-dusk;- 🌆#swearing tw #swearing cw #nobara kugisaki x gender neutral reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #nobara x gender neutral #nobara x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader #x gender neutral reader #x reader

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winter-sunshines · 4 years

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ayo xiaoven nation, ive got an idea for u

this is kinda long i'm sorry in advance

(i have xiaoven brainrot if it wasn't obvious) (haven't actually decided if this is platonic or romantic) (this came from a discussion with one of my friends)

an au where zhongli knows xiao takes comfort from somewhere (hint: its venti's songs carried by the wind to xiao's ears)

(cause the damn character story 4 & 5 from his profile broke me esp when the traveler asks who defends xiao when he's so busy defending liyue) (also i'm a bit upset that zhongli's often the villain in xiaoven aus i love them but yeah i wanted to see an au where he's the wingman)

SO zhongli asks venti for help to figure out what it is exactly

so venti comes over to wherever zhongli lives in liyue and they talk and i dunno venti plays his music for u know,,, old times sake

(cause theyre the only ones left from the orginal Seven) (or maybe he sings of a ballad from the old stories)

and then xiao realizes the music is much more closer than it ever was ? (cause venti's in liyue obviously) so he goes and looks for venti nd sees that he's with zhongli

and ofc zhongli isnt a one dimensional rockhead god so he actually figures out that its venti's music that saves xiao from the hate that makes it hard for him to breathe (he's never figured out how and why it happens that's why he gives him anti-depressants not knowing it doesn't actually help xiao)

then BOOM zhongli makes a contract with venti to never stop playing his music cause finally he found a way to u know help xiao (that man cares for everyone) (theres a reason why he created contracts) (and its not for his own gain but for everyone else's)

idk maybe qingxins and cecilias show up somewhere idk maybe glaze lilies bloom when they play together idk

maybe they do a collab since it's canon that xiao plays flute

flute and lyre <3333

zhongli canon best supporter of musicians <33

i'd write this if i actually had u know the brains and patience for it but i don't and really, somebody out there would definitely write this prompt rlly well

also damn is it so hard to format in mobile

#genshin impact #genshinanigans #xiaoven #genshin xiao #genshin venti #xiaoven supremacy

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lmanberg · 3 years

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the florist au and tubbo gives ranboo pink tulips cause he likes them and theyre pretty and ranboo is dying inside because they mean platonic love lol bringin the friendship flowers bit back pfft

a-ayo? this actually sounds like a good prompt... brb i gotta turn on my computer

LMAO that would be so funny and so angsty at the same time

#ask

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sleepyghostuwu · 3 years

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Cinnamon roll Anon here! Let's ignore the fact I've basically been dead for a while but I've reincarnated myself ＾ワ＾

Ok so where do I begin. Honestly I'm just thinking of all of the adorable things you can probably do with Aku considering he's a bit of a tsundere (e.g: enemies to lovers trope, him just being soft in general for once in his life, holding hand I can imagine the contrast in his cold hand compared to your own (unless you also have cold hands >.<;) and etc). I can also see a few awkward but adorable dates happening since he's obviously never experienced anything like love which he deserves platonic and/or romantic and dating)

(I have no idea if this was helpful I'll probably think of something better considering I'm tried right now also Idk if there are any spelling mistakes (ー∀ー；) )

-Cinnamon roll Anon

ayo Cinnamon roll anon! It's so nice to hear from you :DD

Aku would really be quite a bit of a tsundere haha~ (chances are that he'll deny being one as well so he's a tsundere in denial–)

Your prompts are really cute hehe- I can see him having a really awkward time in a date but the date would still go well nonetheless because at least he's having a good time like he's supposed to-

Thanks for the inspiration! ^v^ Looking forward to more of your asks~

#ghost’s mail #Cinnamon roll anon !!

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tricks-tickles · 3 years

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ayo sudden motivation and idk what to do with it so...

if you wanna, chose a prompt from the list and some mcyters and ill see what i can do!! (i dont do reader fics and i only write platonic sorry /r enjoyers =))

(list from @/notmeblahh)

“Plehehease don’t.”

“I guess you shouldn’t have done that, huh?”

“Take that back!”

“Stop, I’m ticklish. Uhh… I mean, what?”

“Stop that!”

“Tell me, or I’ll tickle you.”

“You don’t have it in you.” “Are you sure about that?”

“Is it too late to take that back?”

“You want me to tickle you that bad?”

“Not there!”

“You snort? That’s adorable!”

“Aww, is it too much for you?”

“You’re not off the hook yet.”

“Sorry?”

“I told you not to wake me up! Now you gotta pay!”

“Oh really?”

“Don’t look at me like that!” “Like what?” “Like you’re gonna…do something!”

“Run.”

“Come out, you know I’ll find you eventually…”

“I’m gonna get youuuu”

“Nice try. But you’re gonna have to do better than that to make me laAAAUGH!”

“You think you’re ready to apologize now?”

“Just you wait.”

“Never!”

“I’m not gonna do anything.” “Then why are you smirking?”

“You’re so adorable!”

“Am I teasing you too much?”

“Aww, does this tickle?”

“Do it again, see what happens.”

“Let’s count your ribs! One two four, oh wait, damn, lemme start over.”

“I’m not ticklish.”

“I’m betting I can prove you wrong.”

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Make me.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Had enough?”

“Too bad.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you cheated.”

“Tickle tickle tickletickletickle!”

“Stop! You know I don’t like being teased!”

“Aww, look at your blush! Don’t hide it.”

“I see you smiling… come on, laugh!”

“Come here.”

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livingmybestfictionallife · 4 years

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Two Dharma Bums

Request (anon): Ayo I saw that you were taking request, can I have some platonic Klaus x reader? Maybe klaus just kind living with the reader and them bein all domestic n shit

Summary: Klaus and the reader bond over their shared love of the beatnik counterculture and Kerouac. Klaus convinces the reader to come with him and travel across the country to live out the reader’s dream of the freedom displayed in Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. Also, I’m sorry if it’s rough. It’s unedited and quickly written.

A/N: No pronouns are used for the reader, so this can be female!reader or male!reader. Also, Klaus is 10000% a beatnik in this time period and would have thrived with Burroughs, Ginsburg, and Kerouac.

Arriving in 1960 Dallas with nothing but the spirit of his deceased brother clinging to him, Klaus desperately tried to suppress the anxieties that immediately plagued him. Why was he here? Where were his siblings? Was he the only one who made it? What made him so special and deserving of life over his brothers and sisters? What was he going to do now?

After days without anything more than a passerby’s leftovers, Klaus was desperate for something to eat. He stumbled down street as he followed the familiar aroma of diner food. Growing up so close to Griddy’s, Klaus knew the smell of a moderately priced home-cooked style meal, and his stomach immediately twisted into angry knots of starvation. Without thinking anything through, he flung open the door and dropped himself into a booth near the front of the diner. Compared to the attire of the other inhabitants of the diner--the men’s nicely pressed trousers paired with comfortable overcoats and the women’s long skirts and petticoats--Klaus’s tattered and sleeveless army shirt, laced leather pants, shaggy hair, and dirt covered face instantly earned him the full attention of the diner.

All eyes being on Klaus wasn’t something he would normally turn down. His family knew he loved being the center of attention, and normally, this much attention would be cause for a snarky comment about his importance; however Klaus was tired. He was too tired to think about anything other than how much he wanted to sleep and eat, and that exhaustion led to his eyes drifting shut despite Ben’s continual pestering him to stay awake.

“Um, Y/N,” a young woman holding a notepad and pen said in an attempt to get her coworker’s attention.

“Yeah?” Y/N asked as you turned to meet your coworker’s eyes. With a furrowed brow, you examined her face. She normally wore a kind expression, full of smiles that earned a lot of tips, but her brows were furrowed and she wore an obviously concerned look over her face. Discreetly, she held her pen pointed in the direction of the front of the diner. The ball-point landed on a man with dark hair and grimy skin leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out across the booth and eyes fallen shut. “That’s my section today, isn’t it?” Y/N asked as the girl nodded in a way that instantly made Y/N assume she was thinking, ‘Better you than me.’

It was a chilly twenty-three degrees, which is fairly colder than normal for a Texas winter, and Y/N could see the man in the booth didn’t seem to be dressed appropriately for the weather that was only getting colder. The man shivered suddenly as Y/N reached the booth, and he shot upright as if he had been startled awake.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Welcome to Norma’s Cafe,” Y/N greeted the man with a half-smile. “What can I get for you?”

“Water, please,” the man said in a somewhat pathetic and empathy inducing tone, “and if you have any crackers, I’ll take those too, please.” As the door to the diner opened, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the man begin to tremble as the bitter air found its way to his exposed skin.

“Sure thing,” Y/N sighed upon witnessing the tragedy that was this homeless man. Already, Y/N’s heart was softened into feeling complete sympathy for the stranger. After returning to the kitchen to fill up a cup with water, Y/N grabbed a pot of hot coffee a mug, and a plate of toast before returning to the table. “I put in an order of the special for you as well. I hope you like your eggs scrambled,” Y/N said and placed the tray of drinks and toast in front of the man.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he hurried to repeat the single syllable until the server turned around to face him again. “I can’t pay for this. I don’t have any money.”

“It’s on me,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile.

“No, I’m fine with some crackers. I’m skinny, I don’t need a lot of food,” he tried to argue with the kindness of the stranger before him.

“You’re my last customer before my shift is up,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.” Once again, Y/N rose in an attempt to wait in the kitchen for the food she ordered for this man only to have him protest one more time

“Can you at least keep me company? Maybe I can repay you with my witty sarcasm and great sense of humor.” A slight chuckle escaped Y/N’s lungs.

“You know I have to leave first to get your food, right?”

“So that’s a yes?” with a roll of Y/N’s eyes, a gentle smile fell over Klaus’s face. He was slightly surprised that Y/N decided to sit in the booth across from him as he ate, and even more so when he was encouraged to tell his ludicrous tale of how he ended up in Dallas in the first place. Their conversation was chaotic and jumped from so many different, interconnecting threads, somehow managing to find its way back to the point of origin after discussing Klaus’s past and Y/N’s seemingly illogical dreams and fascinations.

“Either you have a ridiculous imagination or your a beatnik like Ginsburg or Kerouac,” Y/N huffed and an entertained smirk flashed in Klaus’s direction.

“I’d consider myself to be more like Burroughs,” he retorted with a laugh as he finished the last of his food and sipped on the last of his coffee.

“Well, you certainly look like a dharma bum,” Y/N commented with an endearing and longing gaze. It had been a dream of Y/N’s to be able to pick up and leave, taking minimal belongings along on a journey across the country to a destination that had yet to present itself. Since reading Kerouac’s works, this dream had began to manifest as a pest in Y/N’s mind, constantly scratching at the part of the brain that controls impulses.

“In a way I am,” Klaus responded as he thought back over the course of his adult life. “I’ve never had a place of my own, no place to call home or people who wanted me around for longer than a few weeks at a time. Then there was the war, then ending up here.” His voice seemed to trail off as his mind went through everything he’d experienced in his short thirty years.

“I’ve read ‘On the Road’ and ‘The Dharma Bums’ so many times the spines are falling apart,” Y/N admitted. “There’s something so enchanting about that lifestyle that I can’t help but long for the open road and the uncertainty of where I’ll end up.” Y/N could see the ideas turning around in Klaus’s head as he thought over the words that had been dumped between them.

“Do you have a car?” It was a short and simple question that was answered with a nod of Y/N’s head. “Then let’s go.”

“Just like that? No thinking anything through? You don’t have any ties or anything keeping you here?”

“I just told you my true story. I have nothing and no one,” Klaus stated, subsequently earning an annoyed grunt from Ben. He could tell Y/N was thinking the offer over and the idea repeated in both of their heads like a broken record. “Come on,” Klaus urged, “You’ll be surprised by how easy the act of leaving is, and how good it feels! The world is rich with possibilities,” he loosely quoted the line from On the Road that circulated throughout Y/N’s mind.

“I have nothing to offer anyone but my own confusion,” Y/N responded with another quote, hoping Klaus would understand.

“What are you getting here that you can’t get anywhere else?” Klaus prompted. He had leaned across the booth and was excitedly staring into Y/N’s eyes as his heart raced at the possibility of not having to be alone anymore. “Because in the end...” A hopeful smile formed on Klaus’s face as he began yet another famous quote from Kerouac.

“You won’t remember the time you spent working in an office or mowing your lawn,” Y/N continued.

“Climb the damn mountain!”

*** *** *** *** *** ***

As weeks turned into months and months turned into years, Y/N and Klaus traveled across the country, hitching rides from farmers, truck drivers, and anyone who was still kind enough not to discourage the allure of being a vagabond.

Stories and poetry were the fuel they doused on the fires of their freedom, and always they found themselves immersed in the artistic and melodic talent of telling tales the other seemed to posses. Throughout their happiness and sincerest sense of freedom, they would occasionally find themselves seeking the comfort of one another. At night, often when the music, poetry, and stories had fallen asleep with their traveling companions--Klaus’s silver tongue and ability to fabricate realities out of small truths had accumulated quite a large following throughout their journey--their minds would drift. In these moments of perceived weakness, that they let their vulnerability shine through to one another.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked upon noticing Klaus sitting before a fire beneath the stars of California.

“What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?” Klaus asked, once again mirroring the words of Kerouac to allow for the deeper meaning to seep into Y/N’s soul.

“It seems like what you have done, in starting an unorganized cult, is the most absurd thing that could have happened in all of the endless possibilities presented to you at every decision you’ve made.”

“But what about my family. What if they’re alive and they’re looking for me? I thought the love of the people I surrounded myself with, the like-mindedness of the commune, would be enough.” Y/N lowered to be beside Klaus as he stared up at the stars. Silently, the pair sat, feeling the heat of the fire against their faces, until Y/N leaned against Klaus’s side and he fell gently into the genuine human connection.

“Unlike Kerouac, I’m not a believer of Buddhism, but finding enlightenment is an important theme throughout his novels. Maybe the enlightenment you’ve found is that this life that you’ve found on the path that you’ve taken isn’t the one that you’re searching for,” Y/N’s wisdom rolled through Klaus’s mind as he fell backwards into the grass in frustration.

“I took this path in hopes of gaining happiness,” Klaus sighed angrily as he slammed his fists into the soil beside him. “I failed my family and I failed at this; this concept of letting go and accepting the endless possibilities before me!”

“You didn’t fail,” Y/N stated firmly in defiance of Klaus’s self-depreciating words. “Experience is the only thing that can teach you. If I were to give you only water and crackers all that time ago back at the diner, we wouldn’t be in California right now. If you chose a different diner to fall into, you would have never met me, and your life would be even more miserable,” Y/N joked and nudged Klaus’s arm in an attempt to invoke the smallest of smiles in his face. “If I would have ignored your idea of taking to the road as two dharma bums searching for a sign for where our lives were supposed to go, I’d probably still be wasting away as a server in that diner. Just because you got to the place we set our course for doesn’t mean you’re at the destination you need to be at. It took getting here with all of these people following us, following you, for you to realize where your passion and happiness lies.”

With a tear in each of his eyes, Klaus sat up and pulled Y/N close to him. As he felt Y/N’s arms fall around him, a reassuring sigh left his mouth and the tears of joy fell onto Y/N’s shoulder. Klaus tightened his grasp on his friend, and hesitantly spoke. “Thank you, Y/N. I know this distance is what you wanted and that the road was kinder to you than to me, but I have to go back to Dallas. I’ll miss you, but I’m grateful to have met you.” Slowly, Klaus rose from where he sat and blew a kiss to the person who had been at his side through it all. It was all he could do as he hid the pain of losing the first person who had shown him kindness three years ago.

“My path is with you. You’re my friend, Klaus, but more importantly, you’re my family now. If not for you, my life wouldn’t have changed. If not for me, yours could have gotten worse. Our paths were intertwined for a reason, and I’m not going to ignore that. When you need me, I’ll be there. That’s what family is for.”

Klaus smiled as Y/N strode to his side and the pair hurried off towards the van. The same thoughts and anxieties that flooded their minds when they left Dallas floated in their minds like a veil of mist that clouded their vision, but this time was slightly different. Sure they had many miles ahead of them, hardly any money to afford the trip back, were in dire need of sleep, and didn’t know the way back, but they knew where they were headed and why, and they had each other, and that was enough for now.

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I went a little link crazy in this chapter, but you all know that I love visuals! Also, the link for Nala and Bunme’s outfits for this chapter are HERE.

Link for Nala’s shape (she’s a curvy girl) HERE. (I just love this video, bruh. Her complexion and body....ugh.)

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“It is about time that you come out and socialize with us,” Shuri exclaimed with a wide smile as the woman continued to take apart her microbraids. “I was beginning to think we’d offended you.”

“I believe that the princess has been a little preoccupied. That’s all.” Nakia smirked as a hairdresser worked a prepoo treatment into her thick coils.

“Is that so?” Hawla chimed as another woman moved quickly to take her box braids down, the evidence that she was slightly overdue for a touchup shown by her slightly prominent new growth.

Nala rolled her eyes, trying not to let her discomfort show as the last of the hairdressers worked to undo her twists. Back in Niganda, she always handled her own her so allowing foreign fingers to have free range over her crowning glory was certainly a strange feeling.

“You all know that Bunme started school.”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with you?” Nakia tilted her head. “Surely, you do not mean to suggest that somehow tied up your schedule.”

“If anything, it should be the opposite.” Shuri shrugged.

“Perhaps she’s been tied up with other things.” Nakia gave a knowing look to M’Baku’s wife.

The leader of the Jabari tribe smiled coyly. “People.”

Nakia gigged. “Person.”

“And this is precisely why I was hesitant about an outing out with my brother’s best friend, his ex-girlfriend, and his current girlfriend-“

“Wait.” Nala sat up in the chair, quickly apologizing to the hairdresser who was in the middle of undoing a twist. “You and T’Challa used to date?”

“Yes, many years ago.” Nakia laughed loudly, almost with embarrassment.

“It was around the time Ramonda was hellbent on finding him a nice and suitable Wakandan woman to settle down with one day when he finally became king.” Hawla mocked Queen Mother’s velvety tone, sitting up and moving her shoulders with an eye roll. “The woman has always been unbearable.” She looked over at the princess of Wakanda. “No offense.”

Shuri shook her head. “I love mama, but she turns into a bit of a nightmare when it comes to brother. Far too controlling.”

Nala leaned back into her chair. “I suppose I do not fall into the category of a nice and suitable Wakandan woman.”

Nakia shot her a sympathetic smile. “Few do. Do not let her discourage you.”

“Especially when it is so painfully obvious how much T’Challa cares for you,” Shuri added on. “And how much you care for him.” Nala rolled her eyes and prepared to argue that the two were just friends. “And do not even try to deny it because of note how you failed to correct me when I referred to you as his girlfriend. You only inquired about his relationship with Nakia.”

Nala went to respond but quickly recognized that she had no room to talk. Shuri was correct. She’d most definitely failed to correct T’Challa’s sister when she’d referred to the older princess as his girlfriend. She might not have known what to classify her arrangement with T as, but she firmly believed that it was too soon to be labeling her as his partner.

“A mistake on my part.” She smiled in a tight line. “I am not his girlfriend, Shuri. We are just friends.”

Hawla and Nakia snickered, the pregnant woman being the first to speak.

“Still spewing that line out?”

“Perhaps she truly believes it.” Nakia joked, pulling her wrist as she smiled at something that flashed across her Kimoyo beads.

Hawla and Shuri shared a look, both withholding small smiles. It was as though the War Dog sensed the non-verbal conversation taking place and looked up and around the room. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” Hawla feigned innocence, causing the princess of the River Tribe to roll her eyes.

At that moment, Dumi walked into the salon, causing all eyes to fall on him, the warrior pausing for a second before trekking over to Nala.

“Princess, I attempted to contact your sister again, but there is still no answer.” He informed with an edge to his voice.

“Very well.” She sighed with disappointment. “Please try again within another hour or so.” When he didn’t make an effort to move, she pressed him. “Is there something wrong?”

“Forgive me if I speak out of place your highness, but you and your sister have lived in the same palace for years and barely exchange five words to each other outside of dinner.” Nala gripped the arms of the chair, astonished that he would speak so openly about her familial affairs in a public setting. “And now that you are both in protective custody, secure locations, you suddenly have the desire to converse with her?”

“You are correct, Dumi.” She shot out of her chair, unsympathetic to the stylist as she was only concerned with the guard who stood before her. “You do speak out of place.”

He bit his lip and quickly dropped his head. “I do apologize, my princess, but when you rip me from my duties protecting princess Bunme.”

“Bunme is under the protection of Ayo whose abilities to guard her I am more than confident in.” She interjected sharply. “And after school, she is spending the day with T’Challa so need I even state the obvious in terms of if she needs your protection when she’s with him?” It was not lost on her how his jaw clenched at the mention of Bunme’s father. “Your services of guarding my daughter were not needed today. They were needed for exactly what you are doing, and I do not appreciate this questioning of my orders.”

“I....apologize, your majesty.” He bowed, slightly, reluctantly, the anger evident in his voice.

“Do not let it happen again.” She warned, turning back around to sit in her seat. By the time she looked up, he was out the door.

“Ha! Got em!” Shuri called out, dubbed over and clapping with a wide smile. The woman who was working on her hair shaking her head at the young teenagers forever American cultural references.

“Ignore her.” Hawla rolled her eyes. “Is everything alright with you two?”

“Dumi?” Nala raised a brow. “He’s been acting a bit strange for the past few days but nothing that I cannot handle.” This time, all three women looked at each other. “What?”

“Oh, come on now. Surely, you must know or, at the very least, see it.” Nala furrowed her naturally thick brows at Hawla’s opening statement. “Dumi fancies you, Y/N.”

Nala paused, scoffed, and laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It is not ridiculous,” Nakia argued, leaning back into her chair as she prepared to get her hair washed. “You can see it in the way he looks at you. That territorial mentality extends far beyond the normal bodyguard/client hemisphere.”

Nala was listening but not accepting. Dumi was protective, yes, but they didn’t understand why. They didn’t know the history that she shared with him, the platonic history. He’d been assigned her personal guard the moment that she revealed her pregnancy to her parents. He’d been in the room with her, holding her hand as she gave birth (naturally, as her parents thought it an appropriate punishment for her ‘transgression’), offering encouragement as she cried and screamed through the painful ordeal. He was the first person that she authorized to hold Bunme, the first person to hear her little girl say her first word, the only positive male figure in Bunme’s life.

Well, until T’Challa.

So, to a certain extent, she could understand him being jealous.

Of Bunme and T’Challa. Not herself and the king. That was ridiculous.

“Although.....” Hawla leaned over in her chair to look out the window where Dumi was standing watch. “He is rather aesthetically pleasing.”

The sound of the door opening prompted the women to look up and see a Jabari warrior walking in, one who seemed to be no older than 20. Nala waited for Hawla to say something and was instead surprised when Shuri hopped out of her chair and ran into the young man’s arms.

The two spoke in hushed Xhosa tones, but it didn’t take much to figure out by the way he smiled down at the princess and the way she blushed, hitting his arm when he said something, that the two were more than friends.

“Shuri has a boyfriend?” Nala smiled softly.

“Shhh.” M’Baku’s wife smirked. “Don’t tell T’Challa.”

Her mouth formed into an ‘O’ as Nakia sat up in her chair, a towel lightly patted around her hair to absorb excess water.

“I suppose you will meet him another time.” Nakia giggled as the two lovebirds appeared to be in their own little world.

“Why does T’Challa not approve of him?” Nala questioned with a sad smile. Shuri was a sweet kid who seemed to not cause any problems. She’d been nothing but kind to herself and Bunme since they’d arrived. She hated that the teen apparently had to sneak behind her brother’s back.

“He still thinks her still a child, he is Jabari, and he is eighteen,” Nakia said with a voice that indicated she found all of the reasons that she’d just listed to be absolutely ridiculous.

So did Nala.

“Firstly, she is sixteen, hardly a child. Secondly, are Jabari’s not still Wakandan? Thirdly, how hypocritical of him when he is nearly four years older than me?” She truly was incensed by how he could be so opposed to what must have been an okay pairing if both Nakia and Hawla saw no fault. “Honestly, he can be such a pompous bastard.”

Hawla laughed and clapped her hands. “uphelele kuye.” (She is perfect for him)

Nakia covered her giggles with her mouth. “Zinezinkani zombini, kodwa zilinganisana.” (They are both stubborn, but they balance each other out.

“uya kwenza ukumkanikazi omkhulu.” (She will make a great queen)

“I have no idea what the context is, but I’m sure that I agree if my inkling as to who and what you two are talking about is correct.” Shuri commented as the women realized that her boyfriend had left the building.

“And I have no idea what is being said, period,” Nala complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t worry. No one is foolish enough to speak ill of you, period, let alone when you are in earshot. Unless they want to deal with my brother.”

“I am perfectly capable of fighting my own battles.” Her eyes burned with indignation. “Never mind that. Shuri….the young man-“

The scientist's eyes widened. “You won’t say anything to him, will you?”

“Of course not.” Nala’s face contorted with disgust even at the thought of betraying the teenager’s trust. “However, whenever you do decide to talk to him, let me know. I’ll help you plead your case.”

Shuri’s face lit up with surprise. “Do you mean that?”

Nala smirked. “Grilling into your brother and calling him out on his hypocrisy happen to be my speciality.”

The corner of the scientist mouth quirked up. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“It’s the least I can do. You’ve been so good to Bunme.” She looked around the room. “All of you.”

“Speaking of, just what does that best friend of mine has planned for that little girl?”

♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔

“Why does she get to be the line leader? She’s not even Wakandan.”

Bunme made a ‘hmph’ sound as she whipped her head around, her eyes squinted and her chin raised as she proudly declared to the student who’d never been particularly fond of her, “Because I’m a princess.”

The little girl matched Bunme’s tone but also crossed her arms. “Not here you’re not.” Chronologically, she was two years older than Bunme but insistent on nagging the younger girl for reasons beyond Bunme’s comprehension. “Princess Shuri is our only princess.”

“I’m a princess of Niganda. Not Wakanda.” Bunme shot back in an annoyed voice, holding onto her doll as she turned back around but not before muttering. “Stupid.”

Unfortunately, the little girl heard and her hand immediately shot up. “Mrs. Kalala! She called me stupid.”

At the sound of a case of bullying, the teacher marched over from the end of the line where she was talking checking a message on her Kimoyo bracelet. “Bunme, is this true?”

Nala’s daughter looked down and pulled her doll to her chest. “Yes, but she was being mean to me first!”

“No, I wasn’t, freak!”

“Sessi!” The teacher gasped and turned to the other student. “Apologize, now!”

“Why?” Sessi sassed. “That’s what she is! Just like her mother.”

At the mention of Nala, Bunme snapped, her eyes watering. “Don’t talk about my mommy!” Before Mrs. Kalala could register what was happening, Bunme extended her free hand and sent out a gust of chilly ice in the direction of Sessi’s feet, completely covering the child’s feet in a matter of seconds.

The other kids shouted with excitement at the scene before them, prompting Ayo to kick the door in as she didn’t know if the commotion was from impending danger or something trivial. Nevertheless, it was her job to always be on guard.

“Hey!” Sessi cried out as she tried to lift her feet from the ground only to realize that she was frozen in that spot. “Look what she did!”

“Bunme!” Mrs. Kalala said in a panic as she bent down to try and kick the ice only to see as it was frozen solid, some of the other children laughing from the perceived amusement from the scene. “What have you done?”

“Do not speak to her in such a tone,” Ayo hissed, putting away her spear. She quickly regained her composure as she brought herself to the child’s eye level. “Bunme…” Her eyes and voice were both soft. “What happened?”

The little mutant sniffled and shook her head. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Can you make it snow?”

“I wanna see more ice!”

“What about rain?”

“Bunme, undo her feet this instant!”

“Would you all leave her be?” Ayo exclaimed in frustration as students and even the teacher started to bombard the poor child who looked as though she wanted to burst into tears.

Just then, another of the teachers stuck her head in the door, her face flustered with a mixture of excitement and arousal.

“The king is here.” Before she could finish, Bunme pulled herself from Ayo’s grasp and was heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” The teacher’s arousal quickly transformed into irritation as she grabbed onto Bunme’s arm. “Little girl, you are not to leave the classroom without permission.”

“Let me go!” Bume whined, her eyes threatening to spill over with tears. “Now!” The woman gasped, her eyes darting over the doll before she snatched it. “No!”

“You release her and that doll now!” Ayo stood to her full height, her tone one that was forceful and domineering.

“You are here to protect her from danger, not discipline.” The woman spat back, causing the Dora to narrow her eyes.

“Give her back!” Bunme started to cry, stomping her feet as she reached her free arm for her baby doll. “yeye ni mmoja wangu wa onle.” She moaned in Swahili. (she’s my only one!)

The stubborn instructor looked down at a weeping Bunme with disdain. “This child is out of control!”

“The only thing that will be out of control is my temper if you do not release both her and that doll immediately.” Came T’Challa’s dangerously calm voice from behind the chaotic scene causing all eyes to fall on him. “Now.” As though Bunme’s touch burned her, the frightened teacher practically thrust the doll into the little girl’s chest after letting go of her arm.

Bunme immediately ran over to T’Challa, the king bending down to pick her up as she buried her face into his neck, crying softly as he attempted to calm her down by rubbing her back.

“I’m sorry, Kitty.” She hiccuped into his skin. “I-I-I- didn’t mean it. She…she called mommy a-a-a freak.” He turned his head as she lifted hers to look at him, her lip quivering with fear. “Please don’t hate me.”

It was at that moment he knew that someone, possibly several people, was getting fired.

“Never.” He vowed, kissing her cheek, and laying her head against his shoulder, a small sense of satisfaction filling his soul when he felt her shaky cries start to subside.

“What is going on?” He hissed, his voice demanding answers. Immediately.

Ayo was the first to speak. “My king-“

“Not you.” He cut her off with the sharpness of a man who truly was incensed and eager for an explanation, one that better have brought satisfaction. “Them.” He’d switched over to Xhosa, not wanting Bunme to hear the possible profanities that were bound to leave his mouth.

Both teachers gulped, Bunme’s realizing that it’d be best if she were to start things off.

“There was a dispute between Bun and another student,” she gestured down to an equally nervous Sessi. “Words were exchanged-“

“And where were you when these words were being exchanged?”

Her mouth faltered as she quickly thought up a lie. “My king, I was tending to another set of children who needed my attention-“

Too bad he saw right through it. Yet, if he were to call her out on her dishonesty, he truly would have lost his temper, exacerbating Bunme’s fear. He didn’t want that, so he decided to feed into this story that she was feeding him.

“And Bunme did not?”

“Truly, it is unrealistic to expect me to be able to keep an eye on 25 children every second of the day-“

“What I expect is for you to do your job, something you are clearly incapable and incompetent at doing.” He chastised with all of the glacial connotations of an infuriated royal. “Consider yourself relieved of your duties.”

The woman gasped but kept her head low as she knew better than to argue with the king, especially with his general, the formidable Okoye, to his right and the child who he held a special likening to, in his arms.

“And you,” he turned his venomous glare onto the other instructor. “I could have you thrown in the prisons for putting your hands on her. She is of royal blood.”

“My king, do you not even care to know what she did-“

“Interrupt me again and your firing will be least of your worries,” he spat. “I could hear you from down the hall. How dare you say that she is out of control? You are not her mother. You are not even her teacher. And you should thank Bast that I am the one handling your disciplinarian actions instead of her mother or else the situation would be very different, I can assure you that.”

“I am truly sor-“

T’Challa turned on his heel and walked out right as she was in the midst of apologizing, the sound of Okoye coldly informing the women that they had one hour after the last child was picked up to clear out their things filling his ears.

“Kitty.” Bunme’s soft voice broke through as he stopped in the middle of the hall to give her his undivided attention.

“Yes, sam isipho?” He was extremely mindful of his tone this time around, aware that any sign of hostility might be misinterpreted as being directed toward her.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered sadly.

He sighed and carefully dropped to one knee, forcing her to stand as he brought his hands to her arms. “Do you know what the name Bunme means?” She nodded slowly. “What?”

“My gift.” He absolutely loathed how low she was speaking, the complete opposite of her usual volume. Bast, he hoped this worked.

“And do you know what sam isipho means?” She shook her head ’no.’ “In my language, Xhosa, it means ‘my gift’.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up as the faintest of smiles appeared on her face. “But wait.” She frowned again thus causing him to do the same. “You didn’t buy or make me like mommy did.”

“No, I did not.” For some reason, her words brought a certain sadness to his soul, especially the ‘make me,’ but he brushed it to the side. “But you see, Bunme, some gifts are given to us,” his smile faltered as he reached out to cup her right cheek. “-even when we least expect them.”

She squinted one eye and tilted her head into his hand. “Like ice cream?”

“Yes, sam isipho. Like, ice cream.” He smiled and laughed softly before eyeing her face. “And do people usually get mad at gifts?”

She shook her head and giggled lightly. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” He winked and brought his hand to hold her much smaller one. “Do you feel better now or would you like to return to the palace?”

She shook her head and brought her dolly to her chest. “I wanna be with you.”

His heart swelled as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. It was the perfect answer as he needed her far away from the premises. At least, for a few more hours.

She and Nala.

“And be with me you shall, little one. Be with me you shall.”

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“I’m so happy!” Bunme squealed, trekking through the Forest of Solitude, her doll in one hand, two Doras in front of her and two behind her.

Okoye and T’Challa trailed not too far behind as to stand both watch and to converse in light conversation.

“That was quite a show you put on back at the school,” she commented causing the king to look at her out the corner of his eye. “I agree with your decisions, of course, but I am just saying-“

“What, general?” He sighed, chuckling as he watched Bunme start to skip through the greenery. “What are you saying?”

“Word of your favoritism for will spread.”

“It is not favoritism if it is what is right.”

“The truth always gets distorted in transit.” She reminded with a raised brow.

He remained quiet for a moment as Bunme started to question one of the Doras about something relating to the mountain in the distance. The mountain that was located on Panther Island.

“I make it no secret as to how I feel about her mother.” He finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. “What kind of man would I be if I did not accept her daughter as well?”

“I would expect no less, my king,” Okoye smirked then narrowed her eyes. “I take it you two have finally come to a compromise as she’s allowed you to take her child without her being in attendance.” A beat. “Praise Bast because I was just about ready to impale that stubborn woman.”

“Okoye…” She turned up her nose and reluctantly spared him a glance. “Be nice.” The general waved him off just as Bunme ran up to them, wide-eyed, mouth ajar.

“You have a kitty island?” The king looked up at the four Doras who all expressed various looks of ‘she asked, we had to tell her something’. He shut his eyes. “I wanna go!” She started to bounce on the heels of her feet. T’Challa slyly stood up and looked over at Okoye.

��Absolutely not,” she started out in a low, harsher whisper. “You and I both know what will happen if we ta-“

“Oooh! Can I get a baby kitty?” Both the king and his warrior shut their eyes as Bunme grabbed onto T’Chala’s pant legs, her head dropping as did her voice. “No one’s ever given me anything before except for my dolly.”

The two adults looked down at the little girl, a sense of guilt eating at them once her words hit the air. T’Challa wondered if that was the reason she clung to it so closely. Obviously, she meant no one outside of her mother, but whoever gave it to her must have been special to her.

He made a note to ask Nala who.

Okoye shook her head and started to walk away from the two.

“I shall prepare the Talon.”

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Nala knew that a day at the hair salon would be just that - a daylong event. However, she soon got the feeling that something suspicious was going on.

For instance, every hour or so, Nakia or Shuri, mostly Nakia, would receive a call that forced either woman to leave out the salon, upsetting her stylist. Even that did not make sense as Nakia’s hair took the least amount of time.

But what really tipped her off was when all four women were done and the other three were, for some reason, content on staying at the salon.

They claimed that they could stay there and talk. After, Nala’s hair was done, she was ready to go.

Nala’s argument was that she wanted to be at the palace when T’Challa and Bunme got home but the other females argued that she was being too overprotective.

However, she really wanted to point out that none of them had children and consequently had no room to talk, but she remembered what Hawla told her about her miscarriage and the fact that she was currently with child.

She kept her comment to herself and decided to go along.

At one point, Nala was damn near ready to find her way back even if she and Dumi had to walk when Nakia suddenly decided it was time for them go home.

Something else she found strange: Hawla decided to go with them instead of heading home even though M’Baku had specifically asked her to come straight back to the Lands as soon as she was done.

And the nail in the coffin was when both sets of groups ended up arriving at the palace at the same exact time.

Yes….something was definitely going on.

“Bun Bun!” Nala shouted once she stepped off the jet, her eyes landing on her baby girl.

“Mommy!” Bunme yelled, breaking from T’Challa and running toward her mother, Nala lifting her and spinning her around. “I missed you!”

Nala smothered her in kisses. “I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?”

She nodded furiously. “It was the best day ever, mommy! Kitty is the best! He got me Little kitty! You can come with us next time!”

Nala laughed, placing her daughter back on the ground. “I’m glad.” She frowned when she caught onto something else. “Little kitty?”

“Come see!” Bunme grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the T’Challa’s Royal Talon, the king placing a small hand on her back that caught her by surprise.

“Keep an open mind.” He said in a hushed voice.

She furrowed her brows. “About wh-“ Her stomach dropped as she watched two Doras help a small, black panther off the jet, Bunme running up to it, petting and hugging the animal. She snapped her head in his direction. “You didn’t.”

“Nala-“

“I am going to kill you in your sleep.” She threatened through a gritted smile.

“Isn’t she cute, mommy?” Bunme squealed, laying her head on the animal who offered no reaction except to try and rub her head over Bunme’s. “I named her Little Kitty.”

“She’s adorable, sweetie.” Nala chuckled through a nervous smile before grabbing the prince by his arm and dragging him away from her daughter’s earshot.

“A fish, a dog, a regular cat even!” She paced across the ground, the king finding it extremely difficult to pay any attention to the exasperation in her voice and the frustration in her eyes with the sway of her hips and the jiggle in her ass. “But no, you come back with a Panther? A Panther, T’Challa?!”

“She wanted one.” Was his simple reply.

Her eyes bugged out. “She also once asked for a baby giraffe, but do you think I went and found one for her?” Nala nearly smacked the man standing across from her as she noticed the wheels turning in his head, an indication that he was contemplating fulfilling that request as well. “T’Challa!”

“I am sorry.” He broke out of his trance and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I should have discussed it with you first.”

“There would have been nothing to discuss because my answer would have been no.” She affirmed.

He sighed. “She…there was an incident at the school.”

Her heart sped up. “What? What happened? Why was I not called?” She turned around to look at Bunme and then him. “Is she alright?”

He shook his head. “She is fine, and I just so happened to walk in as it was transpiring. Apparently, another student said something about you that incensed her, and she used her powers.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N gasped and covered her mouth. “Is she-“

“The student is fine, absolutely no harm came to the child, but the teacher was not properly supervising them, and it was because of that the situation escalated. Then, another had the gall to have Bunme’s arm in her grasp after having taken her doll and saying that ‘this child is out of control.’”

“What?” Nala repeated as she felt her anger starting to build. Say and do what you want to her but come for her child and that was your life on the line. “She said that? Right in front of her?” T’Challa nodded. “Who is she? And how dare she put her hands on o-my child”

“It matters not. I have handled it. Both instructors have been released.”

Nala gasped. “You fired them?”

“On the spot.” He confirmed coldly, stepping closer as he watched her process all of the information. “I told you that I would take care of you, sthandwa sam.” He brought his lips to her forehead. “That includes her too.”

“Are ya’ll going to come inside or what?” Everyone turned to see Erik standing there with an annoyed expression, his eyes briefly falling on Nakia who was over with Bunme petting Little Kitty. “Been overseeing this all day. I need a nap or some sh-“

“Overseeing what?” Nala interjected before he could curse in front of her perceptive child. She looked up at the king. “What is he talking about?”

T’Challa smirked and called Bunme who sprinted over and giggled as he picked her up, pecking her cheek. “Come.” He grabbed Nala’s hand as the little girl held onto his neck.

“What-“ Nala stammered as she looked back to see Nakia, Hawla, and Shuri following behind with excited expressions. “T’Challa, what have you down now?”

“Patience, Nala.”

As they caught up with Erik and he heard his cousin call her Nala, it was the end of a personalized nickname between the two.

“Yeah, patience, Nalz.”

She glared as they made it into the palace, the princess anxieties growing with each step that they took. It seemed as though the premises expanded in size by the day. No wonder she often found herself getting lost on a daily basis.

“Oooh! Can I call you Scar?” Bunme asked Erik, causing both she and T’Challa to snicker while Erik maintained a straight face.

“That’s not funny.” He muttered, but not before agreeing, Nala wondering if her daughter somehow had another mutation that involved persuasion or mind control.

They traveled across the palace, reaching T’Challa’s wing, Nala almost nervous that they were damn near about to enter his chambers when they stopped a few doors down.

“Alright, I want you to close your eyes, okay?” He spoke to Bunme who quickly shut them while scrunching up her entire face.

“Yeah. Definitely in your sleep.” Nala mumbled as she could only imagine what was on the other side of the door, T’Challa ignoring her threat as he dropped her hand to turn the knob.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed loudly, forcing Bunme to prematurely open her eyes.

“Whoa!” She wiggled in T’Challa’s arms as he let her down, the little girl running around the playroom full of toys, dolls, and other electronics. “It’s so cool!” She threw her fists in the air and bent her little knees to jump up and down.

“This is really nice.” Nakia complimented as everybody started to walk around the spacious room, but the War Dog and Erik staying particularly close together.

“Do you like it?” He asked walking up to Bunme who was being shown a Wakandan tech toy by Shuri.

Bunme dropped her dolly and threw herself at his now kneeled form. “Thank you, kitty. It’s the best gift ever.”

He smiled softly and kissed her hair. “You are very welcome, sweetheart.”

“Come.” Hawla grabbed a still stunned Nala and dragged her across the room, opening up another door to reveal a walk-in wardrobe for Bunme. Nala scoffed, her eyes watering. “I helped with this because if it were up to the king to pick out clothes-“

“You guys did all this?” She cut off, her heart full of love. “I just,” she sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry. I just, I don’t-“

“You are not used to people doing things for you,” Hawla said with a sad smile, grabbing her hands. “Well, we’ll just have to work on that, now, won’t we?”

Nala laughed softly and pulled her into a hug, her eyes landing on T’Challa who was standing at the threshold with a small smile.

The pregnant woman turned around and smirked, “I’ll leave you two alone.”

T’Challa mouthed a thank you to his dearest friend and allowed her to close the door behind her, his tall frame quickly ambling over to his lover.

“I still want to kill you in your sleep,” she mumbled, looking down at the ground as his hands went to her hips, her hands going to his biceps.

“I know.” He chuckled, lips going to her neck.

“Especially for that Panther. What does she even eat?”

“Humans.” Her eyes widened as he chuckled against her skin, pulling her body even closer to his. “Relax. I will take care of everything. I do not want you to worry about anything. Not anymore.”

Her eyes shut as his hands moved down to cup her ass, “T’Challa.”

“Hmm.”

She moved her hands up to grab his face, her eyes misting over as she licked her lips. “Thank you.”

“Eh,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to cover hers when the door was opened, revealing Dumi who Nala immediately realized had been MIA since they’d arrived back to the palace.

He really did not like T’Challa. That….that was going to be a problem.

T’Challa suddenly had a strong urge to end the guard’s life right then and there.

“Forgive me.” He didn’t sound sorry, not at all, but it was the item in his hand that caught her attention. A phone. “Your sister.”

At that, Nala immediately broke away and grabbed it from him, sending T’Challa a contrite expression. “I have to take this.”

He certainly looked disappointed but grabbed her hand. “Follow me.”

She watched in confusion as he led her through a different door off Bunme’s closet that took them into another closet.

Her closet.

She marveled around the room full of designer clothes, shoes, handbags, and accessories, her heart overcome with emotion.

“Take as much time as you need.” He whispered, kissing her temple before leaving her alone.

She was so overcome by the magnitude of his lavish generosity that she almost forgot her sister was on the line. “H-h-hello.”

“What do you want? Why the hell do you keep call-“

“I have to tell him.” She breathed, walking over to a glass full of at least 500k worth of jewelry, and that was just one section of many in the large walk-in closet. “Anajah, I have to tell him the truth. He deserves to know. This isn’t right.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Her sister sighed in annoyance. “This is why I hate speaking-“

“T’Challa!”

There was a heavy pause on the other side. “You listen to me. You keep your fucking mouth shut.”

“No. I can’t.” Nala sniffled as she leaned back against a wall. “I can’t keep hurting him like this.”

“Hurting him? Y/N…..where are you?”

She shut her eyes. “Wakanda.”

“Goddamn it!” Anajah cursed as other sounds of objects being thrown were heard. “How the hell did you…..do you have any idea how bad this is?!”

“Do you have any idea how hard this has been for me? Keeping this secret from him?” She countered quietly. “It’s killing me! Lying to him like this! I feel awful! He’s too good a man to continue to deceive like this, sister!”

Again, Anajah paused. “You’re falling for him again, aren’t you?”

Her mouth quivered. “I never stopped.”

Silence

“Y/N, do you remember when King Chike came to visit Niganda?”

Nala hesitated before she recalled the handsome but pompous young king who her parents engaged in business with when she was a young girl. There was always something about him that rubbed her the wrong way.

“Yes, but what-“

“He and his wife were unable to have children, but they did not want a surrogate who was a commoner.” Nala frowned, still not following. “He took a likening to me.”

Her heart stopped. “No…”

“I did not go to boarding school, Y/N. I went to give birth to his child after being prostituted in exchange for weapons and money.” Anajah spoke with a shaky voice, her anger mixed with her pain. “I was fucking seventeen and our parents gave me away to him, to be his whore, and when I tried to refuse….they….they threatened to have you, Belay, and a number of our people killed.”

“Oh my God.” Nala wanted to throw up, her stomach upside down as she started to slide down against the wall. She always knew that their parents were sick, but this was beyond sick. It was demented. A new level of evil. “Anajah, I did not….”

“Of course, you didn’t. You didn’t have to worry about that. They wouldn’t have pimped you out because they viewed your mutation as a hindrance.” She spat harshly before softening her voice. “That….that is why I’ve always despised you. What you thought a curse was really a blessing.”

Nala shut her eyes and dropped her head. “I wanted my baby, sister. I might have hated how he or she was conceived, but it was still mine. I grew to love it in the nine months that he was in my womb, but as part of the deal, I was not even allowed to see or hold him once he was born.” Anajah started to cry on the other end. “And I see him, hear them talk about the smart prince on the news, my son, and there is nothing that I can do about it. You can’t possibly begin to imagine what that feels like.”

Nala’s heart broke for her sister. She’d always thought the woman cold and cruel only to now find out she was just as broken as she was. “You told me to lie….to protect me.”

“You wanted to keep your baby….it was the only way…..it still is.” Anajah sniffled on the other end. “If you tell him the truth, he will tell the world and they will find out and use our people’s lives as collateral to try and get you to blackmail him into getting weapons and funds to continue to supply this senseless war in exchange for being in his daughter’s life.”

Nala started to breathe heavily because she knew that her sister right. She couldn’t even begin to think about how T’Challa would respond to such a situation, but she knew her parents. They wouldn’t hesitate to start killing people if they didn’t get what they wanted.

Starting with their own flesh and blood.

“But Wakanda was thought to be destitute back then. At least, that was the thought so why would they try to extort such a supposedly poor nation?” Nala pressed, frowning when nothing was heard. “Anajah?”

“Do you know who Ulysses S. Klaue is?”

Nala quieted. “The name sounds familiar-“

“He is a notorious thief, assassin, wanted all over the world for a plethora of crimes, but the most infamous of his acts? The murder of King T’Chaka of Wakanda.” Again, Nala’s heart stopped. “Do you know how he gained knowledge of Wakanda and her true nature? Why he went there?”

“Please don’t-“ Nala started to cry, her chin against her check.

“A war dog from Wakanda that was stationed in Niganda was captured and tortured for information, leading to us learning about Vibranium. Mother and father were…curious, so they hired Klaue-“

“No,” Nala was in full on sobs now.

“Our parents are responsible for the death of his father.”

“You’re lying!” Nala shouted as she covered her hand with her mouth.

"You fool! Don’t you see? There is no happy ending for you! No outcome where you get everything that you want! You have to make a decision, just as I did: your child or your country and your people. The minute that you open your mouth is the minute that you lose everything. It’s the key to your undoing. This is about more than you could ever imagine.” A beat. “You could ruin us all.”

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