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liyawritesss · 8 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ

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Hello lovelies! It’s been a while since we’ve had an event around these parts, so with the new year in commencement and with February coming up, I wanted to do something special to celebrate all the accomplishments I have achieved on this account with the lovely people who follow me! Therefore, to commemorate Valentines Day, Black History Month, and the milestone of reaching 3,000 followers, I have organized this event titled “Flowers in Bloom” to bring in the new year!

The event will have a total of three categories; Valentine Drabbles, Match-Making, & Love Letter Requests. These three categories will ensure that everyone gets the chance to read and/or request something they like, and I get to challenge myself writing wise and time-management wise!

Check out the categories, rules, and fandoms included in this event below!

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The general rules surrounding this event are as follows:

The Valentines Drabbles are specifically for black characters. These will be posted every day for the month of February, and will not be substituted. The Valentines Drabbles are 500-700 words each based on a prompt list provided, so you’ll have an idea of what will be written that day!

The Match-Making segment will span all the fandoms that I am in! How it will go is that you will send in a little entry about yourself, including whatever you want to include to describe yourself as best as possible so that I may give you the best match possible! These descriptors can include: your name, likes/dislikes, interests, etc.

Love Letter Requests are like any other request that one would submit to their favorite fanfic author; except these will be limited to 500 words for time and efficiency, but you will be able to ask for a character of your choice from the fandom list provided!

The Fandom List Includes:

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu!!

Arcane: League of Legends

Valorant

K/DA / True Damage

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar: The Legend of Korra

Marvel’s Black Panther

Marvel’s Ironheart

Marvel’s Spiderman

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Insomniac’s Spiderman (1, Miles Morales, & 2)

Mortal Kombat

Resident Evil (2-4 (Remakes Only), 5, 7-8)

Assassin’s Creed (All Main Titles)

Legacies

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The Valentine Drabbles will be the drabbles I post every day for the month of February, according to a prompt list I’ve formulated. The list of characters are all black characters from the variety of fandoms I write for, to center these black characters and their stories from their respective source of media. The said fandoms will include games, television series, anime, cartoons, and movies.

Prompt List:

Day 1 - Diamonds

Day 2 - Friendship

Day 3 - Flowers

Day 4 - Cheek Kisses

Day 5 - Secret Admirer

Day 6 - Acts of Service

Day 7 - Star Gazing

Day 8 - Chosen Soulmate

Day 9 - Promises

Day 10 - Gift Exchange

Day 11 - Chocolates

Day 12 - Devotion

Day 13 - Carnival Date

Day 14 - Secret Relationship

Day 15 - Love Letters

Day 16 - Situationship

Day 17 - Dinner Date

Day 18 - Gift Giving

Day 19 - At Home Date

Day 20 - Confessions

Day 21 - First Kiss

Day 22 - Music

Day 23 - Quality Time

Day 24 - Cuddles

Day 25 - Pictures

Day 26 - Notes

Day 27 - Matching Outfit

Day 28 - Soft Launch

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As stated above, the Match-Making section of this event is fairly simple: send me a brief description of yourself, including a name, likes/dislikes, interests, aesthetics, etc, so that I may pair you up with the best possible option for you! With the Match-Making, you will get a general synopsis of what I think you two will fit well together, and a few headcanons/scenarios that would describe the dynamic between the two of you! Who knows, maybe you might score a date with your lovely match!

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You can send in requests for the event like you would normally send in a request to any other author for your favorite character, and you will receive a cute love letter for said character! This will either be in the form of an actual love letter gifted to you from the character of your choice, or a brief storyline consisting of you and your chosen character. Both will be limited to 500 words, but you may also choose a prompt from the given prompt list in the Valentines Drabble section of this post if a scenario doesn’t come to mind for you!

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All things pertaining to this event will be tagged with #flowersinbloom🏵 so that it may be easier to find on my account. I hope everyone has fun here for the month of February, and remember; Black Lives Matter, black characters in entertainment media matter, love comes in all shapes and forms, YOU are loved, and that I am forever grateful to each and every one of you who make writing and fandom a comfort and loving experience for me.

Happy Black History Month and Happy Valentines Day folks!

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cantstayawaycani · 9 months

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Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday Post #4

12.22.23

My ao3 Bookmarks (if it’s bookmarked, it’s usually a completed fic)

Fic Rec Friday Intro and FAQ

I can’t do multiple posts with elaborate reviews/commentary today. I just wanted to say that over the last few months, while I was grappling with this overwhelmingly depressive sense of doom, profound sadness, hopelessness, and apathy, reading fanfiction was one of the most effective types of escapism I engaged in.

So, here are the fics that I have been reading, keeping track of, and loving:

Almost anything @bardocksheadband-fanfics, but especially:

1. The Re-Education of Mr. Almehen

Fandom: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Pairing: Nashuri

Summary: “Namor's life changes in all the right ways the day his student's aunt picks him up from school.”

What I Like About It: It may seem lame af to describe something as “tasteful” and mean it as a compliment, not a slight. I mean, this is a Suga Mama Shuri and a Baby Boy Namor (whom I call Ch’ah in my head) but not in the way you think. It’s a rom-com! It’s sexy, it’s funny, it’s adorable. And these two kinky assholes are in love! Also, he’s a kindergarden teacher; a good one. The way he is written with these kids just makes my ovaries quiver.

2. Filthy Mouth

Fandom: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Pairing: Nashuri

Summary: Single father Namor goes on his first blind date and gets his world rocked.

What I Like About It: Almost the same as above, but in reverse! Though more of a straightforward relationship dynamic, not a kept man/woman scenario at all. More of a freak in sheets, lady in the streets situation. But again, there is love and devotion, as there always is with this pairing (well, when writers stay away from the darker dynamics of the ship). This is absolutely amazing. Superbly written, well-paced, tonally balanced, funny, sexy, and somewhat dramatic but not anxiety-inducing. Like, literally perfect.

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Almost anything @zzbottomz, but especially:

unfaithful

Fandom: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Pairing: Nashuri/Loshuri

Summary: Shuri’s world unravels when she discovers her husband Namor’s infidelity, leading to a heart-wrenching divorce. Amidst the chaos, she finds solace in Loki, a charming entrepreneur with a complicated past of his own. As their unexpected romance flourishes, Shuri grapples with co-parenting challenges, the complexities of new love, and unresolved feelings.

What I Like About It: I mean, I didn’t think that a Love Triangle between Shuri, Loki, and Namor would be so intriguing. That it would be utterly confusing as to who you want to root for. That you would feel your heart beat for the plight of each character. There’s so much at stake, but especially the happiness of a little boy caught in the middle of the mess adults can make of their lives. It’s drama personified, and I live for each installment. Plus, Loki is written so well here, it’s hard not to root for him.

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A new writer, or a seasoned one, returned from a long hiatus, inspired by Shuri and Namor:

Before everything by stories_of_grace

Fandom: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Pairing: Nashuri

Summary: A year after her mother’s death, Shuri burns her mourning clothes on the beach in Haiti and wakes up not only back in Talokan, but also back in time. Given the chance to do things differently, can she prevent her mother’s death and convince Namor of a peaceful alliance?

What I Like About It: THIS fic is everything I want in a Nashuri. It is another “What If” scenario, mapped and tread carefully. We’ve all imagined what could have been if it had been different, as Namor lamented on the beach that day just after he speared the Black Panther, right before she almost killed him and forced him to yield to her. Go read this! It is so satisfying!

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There are others, but ta for now! Please enjoy your holidays!

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hyunjins-goddess · 1 year

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"You Know I Can't Leave You Alone..."

A Hwang Hyunjin fanfic based on the song, Red Lights...🥀

(First ever Hyunjin fanfic, I'm shitting bricks lololol)

Is this a game you really want to play with me? You don't know who you're fucking with. You thought, eyes burning into his soul as your jaw clenched, heel tapping in time to the beat of the music.

It was like he was able to read your mind.

Due to the fact that one eyebrow was raised and a smug smirk played on his lips.

You were sat outside of the booth on a chair, leg crossed infront of the other.

He was leaning up against the bar.

Your body felt as if there was an itch you needed to scratch as you glared at each other.

Pulses were quickening, skin was perspiring, yet all you two were doing was staring each other down. Daring one another to make a fucking move.

This godforsaken man you were glowering at was Hwang Hyunjin. His name alone made your temper flare, pussy glisten. A man who must have been kissed by Aphrodite herself.

Inky dipped locks that sported a trendy half up half down hairstyle, strands of hair that cascaded down his prominent cheekbones and framed his sharp jawline. Feline shaped eyes with onyx irises, a beauty mark just below his left eye, it was like a stamp confirming his ethereal beauty. Sensual full lips that looked as if they had been tinted by a rose, texture of its petals.

Standing at 5'10, he was adorned in a satin white shirt that made his slightly tanned skin glow. The shirt really put emphasis on his broad shoulders, black dress pants alluding to his trim waist.

Anyone could tell he was a dancer.

His lean figure and walk made him look like a panther, his predatory gaze locked onto you confirming this.

Your glare never faltered even when a different man approached you, settling into your personal space to tell you how he thought you were absolutely gorgeous, the confession being spilled right into your ear as the music was just so loud that he had no choice but to be within your proximity for you to hear him.

Hyunjin visibly swallowed at this interaction.

Your eyes flashed as if to challenge him and you keened at how Hyunjin was reacting to you getting this attention. You smirked dangerously, continuing to allow the man to babble nonsense in your ear.

What are you gonna do about it pretty boy? You mouthed at Hyunjin in a taunting manner, body breaking out into goosebumps all over as you witnessed him striding over to you.

Your smirk never left as you thanked the other man, politely declining his offer of getting you a drink.

Time seems to fast forward as Hyunjin suddenly grips your arm and you find yourself being thrown up against a bathroom cubicle door, your back arches against it as he locks it.

"Care to tell me what the fuck you were playing at out there?" Hyunjin spat as he towered over you.

Your smirk widened. "He was just being nice. What's wrong with that?"

Oh that rattled him. "Oh yeah? Nice, huh? Were you gonna fuck him? Cause he was just so nice?"

Oof, the audacity.

"Oh PLEASE Hyunjin, cut the shit. You're acting as if I've haven't seen the way women throw themselves at you, you don't seem to mind that."

He smirked. "Oh? Jealous are we?"

You bristled. "No. Just calling you out on your own bullshit."

His face came closer to yours and your thighs clamped together as his breath mingled with yours. "Listen to me and listen to me very carefully." His lips were so close to yours, he could almost speak into your mouth. "You're mine. I can barely function properly, I feel like I'm out of control. I'm staying up all night because I can't get you out of my head. You own my sleepless night, you own my thoughts...You own me..."

Your breathing hitched as you were transfixed with the way his mouth was moving, the rasp in his voice putting you under his spell again.

"I feel like I'm going crazy over you and I know you feel the same, give in to me." Hyunjin almost whined and you were close to reciprocating it. "Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is you."

"I hate you..." You whined, hands bunching into his shirt, pulling his body closer to yours.

In seconds his lips were devouring yours, teeth clashing and biting, moans spilling out into each other's mouths as you ravaged each other. His hands gripped at your face as you pulled him even tighter to your body.

You let out a gasp as he kicked your feet to spread your legs wider, shoving his thigh up against your core. You whimpered unashamedly.

"Tell me again that you hate me baby." Hyunjin rasped against your neck as he kissed, bit and licked at the marks he was printing on you.

"I hate you Hyunjin..." You moaned out, rutting your hips at his thigh like an animal in heat, causing him to growl.

You could feel the hard print of his dick throbbing against you as he hiked up your dress, ripping at the fabric that barely concealed your core. His fingers slid into you easily due to your leaking arousal, you bit down onto his neck to muffle your moans as his fingers hooked into a come hither motion, pressing against that spot that had your eyes rolling back into your head. You could feel the growl build up in Hyunjin's chest and suddenly he was slipping down, keeping a firm grip on you.

You covered your mouth and almost screamed as those lips latched onto your clit, sucking it with gentle pressure to make your back arch.

He moaned against your pussy, causing vibrations as your hands scrambled into his hair, pulling at his scalp.

"Fuck Hyunjin, don't stop..." You pleaded with him as too soon you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, legs shaking as you ended up riding on his face.

His eyes never stopped looking at you, marvelling at the way you were pretty much thrashing against the cubicle door as you finally released into his mouth.

Hyunjin gently kissed your core to calm you down and ground you, he spoke against you.

"I'm yours, Y/N."

Thank you so so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed! Again this is my first Hyunjin fanfic, I'm thinking about writing for all of them, so please go easy on me okay? Lololol

May make a part 2 to this? Again thank you so much, I hope you are well and taking care of yourself 🩷

#hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x you #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hwang hyunjin smut

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mymarsmoonandstars · 2 years

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ONE THING I ABSOLUTELY LOVED about wakanda forever is how shuri never admitted to seeing killmonger in the ancestral plane. nakia asked her twice, and she disclosed not a thing. so i've been mulling over two questions: will shuri ever admit to seeing killmonger? and if so, who will she tell?

i was thinking of writing up a meta, but i saw the scene too clearly in my head. so i wrote a story, a short one, about 1.4k words. tw death mention. i call it, cat's got your tongue. i'm kidding. it's untitled.

i haven't written fanfic in years, until wakanda forever, apparently. the power of black women front-and-center on screen, eh?

anyway, i think yes, shuri will eventually admit to seeing killmonger. but to whom? well. . .

Even the loud cascading water of Warrior Falls could not mask the sound of footsteps on rocks. A perk of being the Panther. So when a certain former member of the Dora Milaje appeared behind her, Shuri did not have to turn and look back over her shoulder to verify. She remained sitting on the edge of a rocky outcrop, legs dangling over a crystalline pool of shallow water. "If you're here to vent about your new suit, Okoye, your very long list of edits is still underway," said Shuri, keeping her eyes straight ahead. The golden horizon made the reservoir shimmer.

"It is not my suit I am concerned about. At least, not today." Okoye went to Shuri's side, and this close, Shuri not only breathed in her faint, reassuring scent of steel and lotus flower, but she could hear her heartbeat. Another Panther Perk that felt less like an advantage and more of an annoyance. She heard not only the heartbeats of humans, but the ancient thrumming of elephants, the flitting ones of birds. Sometimes, she wondered what her heartbeat had sounded like to her late brother, T'Challa. She knew it couldn't be like Okoye's, whose heart's drum beat as resonant and steady as the tama, speaking to her in a powerful but welcoming rhythmic language only she could understand. For the first time in days, Shuri felt the tensed Panther Spirit inside her head ease.

"Then what is it, Okoye?"

"You. If you wanted to challenge for the throne, I'm afraid you are a few weeks late. Though still fully within your rights."

Shuri looked down, twisted the Kimoyo beads on her wrist. She had programmed them off so that no one, not even Griot could reach her. "I did not come here to challenge for the throne."

"Then why are you here?"

Shuri furrowed her brows. She did not know the exact reason. She hated Warrior Falls, actually. As a child, she'd always associated it with being forced to wear itchy ensembles or watch boring fights. That is, until a few years ago, when T'Challa fought M'Baku and N'Jadaka here. She now thought of Warrior Falls as the place her brother not only once, but twice nearly died in. So why did it beckon her so?

"Okoye. Do you ever think of your tribe? Before you left it?"

Okoye sat beside her. Being that she was not in her Midnight Angels suit and no longer a Dora, she wore casual Wakandan wear. A sight Shuri was still getting used to. "Of course I do. I come from a long line of shepherds and farmers. But do not be fooled, as The Border Tribe was and still is Wakanda's first line of defense. We obliterated any threat before they had a chance to even feast their terroristic eyes upon Wakanda's protective barrier. We've earned our bragging rights, as your Americans say." Okoye bumped her shoulder against Shuri's, teasing a small smile out of her. Okoye's voice softened as she sank further into memory. "My father used to grow the sweetest yellow yam. Better than W'Kabi's, but do not tell him I said that. And my mother. . . she sang me songs full of stories about the king's personal protectors, instilling in me the dream of becoming a part of the Dora. After their spirits answered Bast's call, I decided to make that dream come true."

I'm so sorry the dream doesn't exist anymore, Shuri wanted to say, but couldn't bring herself to. She blamed herself for Okoye no longer holding the title. But Okoye often assured that she had let go of the position and was ready to move on to the something more. "I do not understand, Okoye. Why must violence always be the price we pay for transformation? For progress?"

"Hm." Okoye tilted her head, thoughtful. For the first time in her life, Shuri saw shadows of black hair peeking through her tatted scalp. "Is this why M'Baku sits on the throne now, instead of you?"

"My father sat on the throne only to die. My brother sat on the throne only to die. And my mother, just the same. That throne is cursed." Shuri's voice was as bitter as heart-shaped herb tea.

"Cursed? I thought scientists such as you did not believe in curses."

"I've visited the Ancestral Plane. I—I have senses," said Shuri, struggling to explain the black-furred soul trapped in her mind, "that tread the world beyond physics. What I believe in, I am no longer sure."

Okoye turned and took hold of Shuri's hands. She rubbed her callused thumbs over Shuri's tattooed skin. "I've served under many Panthers, and from them I've learned that Wakanda's Protector is never alone. The herb is always there for you, if you are ever in need of ancestral guidance."

Shuri stood up, so quick, a cat alerted to danger. "Taking the herb is not an option for me."

Okoye stood with her, pose straight, electric, determined. "How, when it has been this way since Bashenga?"

"Because of who I saw, the first time I went there." Shuri swallowed hard. The first and only time she'd went there. She backed away from the rock's edge. The Panther Spirit growled, paced in its cage.

Okoye took hold of her arm. "And who did you see? What troubles you, Shuri?"

Shuri's dark eyes shone. She'd never admitted this to anyone, not even Nakia. "My cousin. I saw my cousin, and only him."

Silence. As deafening as the Falls. The wind blew at them. It was only until Okoye spoke that Shuri realized it was not a surprised silence, rather one where Okoye was waiting for Shuri to explain. When she did not, Okoye quirked an eyebrow. "And what have you learned from it?"

"I. . . learned?"

"Yes." Okoye circled Shuri. Even without her spear, she looked like a warrior. The water shifted around their ankles as if it, too, were intimidated. "I served Killmonger, once. Though it was brief, I have no shame in that. He taught me something valuable, that the throne matters just as much as whoever sits upon it. So. . . what did Cousin teach you?"

Ah. Shuri shut her eyes. So this is what she needed. Okoye's voice was not laden with pity or concern. But purpose. She did have a general's heart. And perhaps that's why she confessed to Okoye. They shared so much. Ramonda had stripped Okoye of her entire world; she understood what it was like to feel Queen Mother's rejection. And she understood what it meant to be pinned underneath Killmonger's sway.

Shuri recalled T'Challa once telling her that the Ancestral Plane was a very purple, but beautiful and fitting retirement. And for the most part, he had been right. The plane had been very purple, but also orange and yellow and red from the flames burning all around her and Killmonger. She felt a deep shame, seeing him. She regretted the words she told him. How he influenced her so quickly. And what type of leader succumbs in such a way? For the past weeks, a shamefaced Shuri had hid herself from everyone. They couldn't even find her in her lab. But the same compassion she extended to her enemy. . . perhaps it was time she offered it to herself.

Shuri's eyes opened, and they sparkled with renewed confidence. "I learned while anger is a valuable tool, vengeance is its puppeteer."

Okoye smiled, wide and beautifully. She stopped circling. "And you are no one's puppet." The corners of her smile faded, and she looked down at her deep blue dress, then out at the Falls. "Not even a puppet to tradition."

Shuri nodded once, understanding. She was never one for tradition, and she knew Okoye was slowly learning that about herself, too. "I will suggest to King M'Baku that we end Challenge Day. There are better ways to find a king or queen."

"Just bring with you a bowl of vegetables. He claims he cannot hear council on an empty stomach."

They laughed together. Okoye pulled her in for a long embrace. "Thank you," Shuri whispered in the former general's gold-cuffed ear, holding her tight. She and Okoye were both women who had shed old skin, who were finding their footing in newfound roles. They faced uncertainty. Restlessness, even. But they found stillness in each other, and through this, they would persevere.

The Panther Spirit leapt, bound, wind beneath clawed feet. Weight lifted. Free, at last.

#shuri fic #shuri fanfiction #x black reader #shuri x black!reader #okoye imagine #wakanda forever #black panther #shuri udaku #general okoye #shuri imagine #wakanda forever meta #shuri

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nighthoundsworld · 4 months

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WE ARE BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER NEXT AVENGERS HEADCANON AND I REALLY NEED TO MAKE A SHORTER NAME FOR THIS !

With Today’s Topic I’d like to speak about something that’s been wrapping my brain a lot and that’s ✨Villains ✨

Now obviously after Ultron’s reign Heroes and Villains alike are pretty hard to come around as well obviously Ultron killed them all sad lol

BUT ! IN THE LIVES IN HEROS “As long as there is good there shall be evil” and soon or later just like their Parents James, Azari, Francis, Torunn and Pym will eventually have to face their own battles and demons

Now personally I always liked the Headcanon that when the kids become older and more seasoned mature heroes they start to build their own little rogues gallery and like their parents and more like the Teen Titans each Next Avengers Member has their own Arch nemesis like how Robin has Slade, Cyborg has Brother Blood, Starfire has Blackfire etc etc

I read a really good FanFic about how Torunn learned that in Asgard since she wasn’t there and Thor, Sif and the Royale family had died Amora aka Enchantress had taken the thrown and even bread an offspring with Thor more so forcefully creating as we know MAGNI AS HE IS THE NEW KING OF ASGARD

AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD LOVE ESSENTIALLY GIVING TORUNN HER OWN BLACKFIRE/STARFIRE STORY IS PERFECT A BATTLE FOR THE THROWN IS AMAZING FOR HER

Azari is another one I’d love to dive deep into as with him being an Omega level Mutant + his Heritage of royal blood as Prince of Wakanda there are so many potentially great villains that can be given for him

Now obviously I’d be easy to just make his arch enemy the son of Killmonger giving into the whole challenge the bloodline aspect BUT I always thought The Black Panther franchise should dive deeper into Voodoo Magic

Giving Azari more so an Antagonist like Dr Faciler from Princess in the Frog or Husk from Hazbin Hotel would be KILLER ! more so it’s a mental and psychological battle. Rather than a physical one. Imagine the Voodoo villain teen like him gives Azari and the team the chance to see their parents again with just one deal that not knowing what it is AHHHHHH I NEED TO HURRY UP AND LEARN HOW TO DRAW AND ANIMATE

again I found this from a Fanfic but I love the idea so much. James like Torunn’s rival ends in him finding out he has a brother WHO’S THE SOM OF STEVE AND SHARON !!!!! DUN DUN DUN !!! DRAMAAAAAAA I LOVE IT ! AND HIS NAME IS IAN AGHHHHHHHH !!!

Now Pym and Francis are sadly left out of this because we’ll truly I have no idea what to give them but I’d love to hear from you all give me some of your own ideas and headcanons on what Pym and Francis’s arch enemies can be

UNTIL NEXT TIME BOYS AND SQUIRRELS THIS HAS BEEN NEXT AVENGERS HEADCANON’S (don’t like it still need a name)

#marvel #next avengers #comics #the avengers #black panther #captain america #marvel 616 #james rogers #romanrogers #black widow #azari t’challa #t’challa #thor #thor odinson #headcanon #marvel headcanons #next Avenger #next Avengers heroes of tomorrow

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queenofmalkier · 2 years

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Ok now I need to know the deranged details of your Modern AU Mat and Tuon please 🤩

I have a vague concept myself, where they meet in military school. Mat’s got real bad ADHD, medical trauma from a stint in rehab, and issues with authority figures. He got thrown into military school as a last-ditch tactic to straighten him out. Tuon is basically just Tulsi Gabbard; raised in a cult, going to military school still under full parental & cult control, heiress to a fascist political machine and very much bought in to the whole thing.

So ages ago I started a modern re-telling with the concept of 'What if the Dark One was so salty he recreated the "original" scenario where he lost several turnings later, only tweaked so the deck was super stacked again the Hero' and. Well. I abandoned it because there wasn't much interest and I got disheartened. I may pick it up again but who knows.

I am still very pleased with myself that the 'prophecies' were video games in the modern world.

(I guess this counts as a fanfic spoiler, idk.)

In the AU Mat was now Natalie "Mat" (never assigned a surname), a computer programmer/hacker/amateur musician. Typical bisexual disaster with bottle-red hair and hearing aids because she screwed around with too many fireworks. Known to mute said hearing aids when she was getting lectured. Dated the Rand-type character in the past. In major trouble with the law when the story begins which is not uncommon for her.

She's the type of person who dabbles in trouble as a hobby, from housebreaking to stealing a fox from the zoo. Unable to resist mischief. It's just impossible.

Has a little Scotty dog and an obnoxiously overweight corgi who wears sweaters.

Her first appearance was going to be at a bar being attacked by trollocs.

If I ever reached the point of the Seanchan I didn't have a ton of solid plans but I was very drawn to the idea of making Seanchan the same as it was, almost exactly as a slap in the face because I know there are people who get upset that Rand in the series doesn't "do something" and since actual Rand is in my fic we can traumatize him a little.

They'd be more modern, but Tuon was going to be similar to who she was with a nice added dose of No Homo. Only she's still got that knife kink and Nat is very Knife Positive so there'd be a nice Holy Shit I Am Very Gay For That Chaotic Woman dynamic. I wanted to give the modern Tuon more than just her potential to channel as a way to challenge her and her beliefs, and gay realizations are fun to write.

Also at some point I'd watched Black Panther so the Seanchan empire in hiding and only appearing to take over with crazy technology meanwhile actual fantasy monsters are running wild and the Seanchan would not be prepared for that at all Pleased Me.

Like. Imagine you bring your gun to a knife fight, and then somebody pulls out Treebeard who decks you. Exactly like that.

#wheel of time #wheel of time fanfiction #wheel of time book spoilers #matrim cauthon #Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag

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pantherandtheseagod · 2 years

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#fanfiction #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #mcu namor #princess shuri #seaprincess

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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Kings’ Trip (4)

T’Challa, M’Baku, Redeemed! Erik

Warnings: Cussin’, Family rivalries, slight, light peppering of implied smut, not even alladat. You’ll see.

Word Count: 2.8K (it’s a miracle I stayed within rule max)

A/N: This is part of a The Black Panther fandom collab created by @royallyprincesslilly. I really enjoyed doing this chapter, way more fun than I could’ve ever expected. Honored to have taken part, this community it so blessed. @katasstrophey, SHE READY!

Chapters: Kings’ Trip (1) By: @sisterwifeudaku, Kings’ Trip (2) By: @blackandfair (3) By: @royallyprincesslilly

The trip was proving to be a lot more than T’Challa signed up for. It was something when Erik’s reckless, loudmouth self and M’Baku’s narcissistic, disrespectful attitude were the most mild people he would have to deal with. The stress sat heavily on them into the next day. At least, on everyone but Erik.

“Aight niggas, we headed to the beach. Sun’s out, guns out.” Erik clad in his swim trunks, towel around his neck, and stunna shades on.

M’Baku was on the TV trying to figure out a video game Erik beat him on. “I’m not a very summer sun kind of individual, eh? I’ll just stay back. AGH!” He yells as he loses the level again against the CPU.

Erik snatches the controller from M’Baku. “Listen, you not gonna get any better at this today, trust me. If my trash ass beat you on Rainbow Road, you just not cut out for the Kart.”

M’Baku crosses his arms in a huff. Erik looks over to T’Challa who is stewing over a cup of coffee. “Now what the hell is your problem?”

T’Challa shakes his head, “Have you been here for the past couple days? I have a half-brother I never knew existed, you remember that?”

Erik sucks his teeth. “Don’t be actin like you never been through this before, dawg. You got a new cousin outta some Maury type shit, and we good!”

T’Challa looks over at Erik sullenly, “Our scenario is exactly what I am afraid of.”

Erik claps T’Challa on the back, “Don’t take it so hard, T. That’s why we need to get you out the house. This is still our kingcation, remember?! Let’s get out there, check out the waves, the honeys, and get it poppin!”

Nakia comes in the living room from the back, “You guys are going out?”

Erik looks sideways at T’Challa, “No wonder you all blue and shit. You know we can’t have no real fun unless your girl ghosts, right?”

Nakia glares at Erik, “Please, I couldn’t careless. But the way you all are treating Adrian, I think it is only right you think of him before going out.” She looks at T’Challa for confirmation, who turns his face scratching his scalp.

M’Baku steps over to them. “For the record, I have no ill feelings towards the little guy. But I wonder the significance of him being brought to our attention now?”

Nakia answers, “This is a sensitive predicament to break down to the tribal leaders. We don’t want to expose him to too much of what is expected from his existence. There are two groups of people that could be affected by this; we cannot risk an uproar like LAST time.” Nakia works her neck in Erik’s direction.

“Aye, it worked itself out in the end right? Chiiiill. So what y’all gon do, cuz I’m headed for some mai tai’s and gettin a good spot on the beach real quick.”

Nakia shrugs, “That’s fine. I’ll call Adrian to join you all.”

T’Challa perks up at this, “Eh? Why do you keep pushing this boy off on us? He is a grown man, he can make his way on his own. Why are you acting like his mother?”

Nakia steps right under T’Challa’s nose. “He is still young and impressionable though. You spent all of your life thinking your father was the greatest man, without flaws. As you have become grown, you see it is the opposite and it just keeps getting deeper! How DARE you blame him for his situation. You need to soften your heart and welcome him as your blood. Stop thinking about the throne and your status and take in your family!”

M’Baku plants his hands on both their shoulders, “Ok, let us calm this lover’s quarrel. Nakia, go ahead and call him.”

T’Challa knocks M’Baku’s hand off him, “What gives you any right to-”

“That is MY cousin, T’Challa. I have EVERY right to see him while we are here. Watch your tongue when speaking of a Jabari.” M’Baku says pointing a finger in T’Challa’s face.

Erik claps his hands, “Aight! I fucking love Black ass family reunions. Leggo!”

The crew make their way to the beach and it’s packed with folks. Erik and M’Baku race to get to some chairs that were unoccupied to claim. M’Baku stretches out, yawning, “Ahh, the sun is so draining….”

Erik taps his chest, “Uh uh, Baku, getcha ass on up. We goin to get some liq up in our sys.”

M’Baku sits up confused, “Why do you always speak like a broken radio? I can only understand every other word with you.” He gets up to walk off with Erik.

“T’Challa, you coming through?” Erik asks.

T’Challa is laying back in a chair, towel covering his face as he waves them away without a word. While they were gone, T’Challa contemplated the complexities of his family tree. He prayed that his father didn’t have some kind of Zeus complex, making children wherever he laid his head.

Soon as T’Challa started to drift off, an annoying yet familiar voice came to him.

“Aye! The seagulls will make a meal out of you if you don’t stop laying out here roasting like this.”

Moving the towel, T’Challa sees his sister Shuri. She had her braids half up and half down, with a cute patterned bikini on with a skirt coverup.

T’Challa sits up mortified, “Eh, you walk out of the house looking like this?!”

Shuri puts a hand on her hip, “I do and I have already. No angry mobs have rushed me in horror brother, so thanks.”

T’Challa tosses his shirt at her, “Put this on. You are too young to be wearing that.”

Shuri looks at him sideways, throwing the shirt back. “You do realize toddlers where things very similar to this as well, yeah? Calm your blood pressure, umkhulu.”

Erik and M’Baku are laughing and chatting coming back to the chairs. “Aye look who found us, y’all!” Erik had Adrian in a headlock.

T’Challa’s heart rate began to speed up, he did not want Shuri to know about their new found brother yet. “Good, you all made it! Shuri is here, but she was just about to leave to meet with Nakia, right?” T’Challa makes a face for her to scram.

Shuri waves him off, “Pssh, I have no obligations at the moment. Let me hang out with my cousin and Baku! Who is this guy, Erik?”

Erik’s face lights up as he starts but T’Challa cuts him off, “ERIK!! Let’s take Adrian for a drink, eh? We need to catch up! M’Baku, keep Shuri company, please.” T’Challa spins Erik around who still has Adrian locked up.

Erik looks at T’Challa confused, “Why ain’t you lettin’ the little nigga see his sister, man?”

“That was my sister?? Oh man, I always wanted a sister!” Adrian says under Erik’s pit.

“We need to talk about that, I don’t want to upset her with something like this. Who knows what she will do.”

They sit under a tiki bar and order some strong cocktails and a round or beers.

“Yeah, get me three beers, yo. They for me.” Erik looks over at Adrian winking. T’Challa smack his arm, “He can’t drink, what are you doing?”

Erik looks at T’Challa, heavy lidded from his alcohol consumption so far. “Chiiiill, he grown enough. He already had a beer anyway and he handled that. I promised him one more, then he cut off, right cuz?” The shake hands in a cool way that makes T’Challa feel a jolt of envy.

“So Adrian, what have you been up to lately?” T’Challa asks.

Adrian sips his beer burping, “Ahh, just helping with the community center mostly. I’m taking courses at a nearby community college as well.”

T’Challa furrows his brow, “Community college? Why aren’t you at a university? You have to apply yourself to the best institutions to get the best-”

“Aight, are we gonna be talking about careers and futures with the kid right now, for real? T’Challa that’s like the number one thing you should NOT asks a student about: what the fuck they doin in school.”

“Thanks, cuz. But T’Challa, I’m only going since it is the best thing for me to do, financially. I get my prerequisites covered by going to community college first. And I’m passing with flying colors, so it’s all good.”

T’Challa nods, blankly drinking his cocktail. He forgot about how America’s schools were not as accessible as Wakanda’s. He cursed himself for assuming Adrian was a slacker.

The bartender lines up some shots in front of them, filling them.

“We did not order these.” T’Challa speaks up.

The bartender smiles jerking his head in to the right of them, “They’re covered.”

Two melanated baddies wave sipping and giggling at them.

“Well shit, that’s my day made, right there.” Erik says as he downs all three of the shots. “Y’all conversate and shit while I go and knock down some walls.”

Adrian asks, “You mean break the ice?”

Erik turns rubbing his hands together Birdman style, “Nah, cuz. Knock. Down. Some walls.” Erik turns with a flourish. “Ayyye, y’all wanna feel my scars? They soft as fuck...”

T’Challa shakes his head scoffing to himself. “Now he is the crazy one. Try not to let him influence-” T’Challa looks over but Adrian is gone from his seat. T’Challa sees him attempting to hula hoop with Shuri and M’Baku. M’Baku is somehow impressively good at it despite his ox-like body.

T’Challa goes back to his original chair to keep tabs on how the conversations were going between Shuri and Adrian. He still wanted to keep control on letting that information out. Erik strolls over with the two baddies on either arm.

“And Veronica, this is M’Baku, my man! I know you like em thicc, he do too, baby.”

M’Baku drops his hula hoop puffing his chest out as he makes his way to Veronica. “Pleased to meet you...Veronica.” M’Baku dips his voice an octave, and Veronica notices with pleasure.

“Mmmm, nice to meet you! You work that hula hoop pretty good...your hip movements are pretty on point.” Veronica coos as she holds onto M’Baku close.

M’Baku chuckles, “My dear, I can move anyway you need me too. That is, if you can keep up?”

Night starts to fall on the beach as Erik has his portable speaker blasting some trap jams, his lady grinds on his lap inconspicuously as they are completely inebriated and feeling each other. M’Baku is into a beach game with Veronica, Shuri and Adrian. Adrian has Shuri on his shoulders, Veronica is on M’Baku’s as the girls attempt to push one another over into the water. Their laughs echo across the beach as T’Challa looks at them and how happy they are. Adrian definitely acts more like Shuri than him, if he had to admit anything about their relation.

He watches as M’Baku topples over with Veronica. Shuri flexes and growls imitating a Jabari chant in victory. Once M’Baku gets back up he tackles Adrian sending, Shuri and them into the water. Shuri comes up, disgruntled as she yells at M’Baku for his antics. Adrian and M’Baku wrestle in the water until M’Baku drags Adrian to the shore, putting him in a sleeper choke hold.

T’Challa thinks it’s getting a little too rough, so he gets up running over to them, “All right, that is enough!”

M’Baku laughs, “It is over when he taps out. Show me what you’ve got, little one!”

Adrian squeaks, “I know you are getting tired; water sports are easier on the joints for the elderly!”

M’Baku lets out a hearty laugh, “Oh, how rich! He has the Udaku mouth, that is for sure. Jabari act more than speak!”

T’Challa puts M’Baku in a hold that shakes him up. M’Baku lets Adrian go, rolling his body forward to whip T’Challa off of his back.

“The hell is wrong with you T’Challa? Did you think I was going to kill him?” M’Baku asks. Shuri watches from a distance.

T’Challa gets up, wiping sand off of him. “You know better than to hurt someone of royal blood.”

M’Baku guffaws, “Oh we acknowledge him now, do we? The lost brother is now welcome! Bring your fattest pig, finest clothes, rings for every finger! Oh PLEASE!” M’Baku’s nostrils flare, eyes bucking. Veronica holds his arm to anchor him.

T’Challa points to him warning, “M’Baku, you treat my brother with resp-”

“HE IS A JABARI! My cousin!” He says, beating his chest with each syllable. “You have a problem with how I engage with my cousin, I’ll take it into consideration when you treat him like your brother!”

“T’Challa…” Shuri looks at him confused.

“Shuri, it’s not-”

“I have been playing this whole time with my own brother, and you knew?? When were you going to tell me?”

“It’s not that simpl-”

“Save it, brother. I’m calling Nakia to take me to my loft.” Shuri walks away.

M’Baku asks T’Challa, “The child gets her own loft?”

“I run all the vibranium in Wakanda, what do you think?!” Shuri calls behind her.

M’Baku raises his eyebrows, “With ears like a rabbit, it seems.”

T’Challa collects his things, “It’s about time we call it a night. Adrian you can come with me. Where did Erik go?” He and M’Baku look around but see him nowhere.

“Do you wanna call it a night, M’Baku?” Veronica asks, eyes fluttering.

M’Baku takes her hand, kissing it. “I must admit that our festivities have drained my energy considerably.”

Veronica frowns, “Well I’m right across the street if you could...walk me home?”

T’Challa starts to head for the penthouse with Adrian , “I will see you later M’Baku. I’m heading back.”

Once he makes it back to the penthouse, T’Challa crashes on the couch, sighing deeply. His phone dings with a message from Nakia saying she dropped off Shuri and is coming to get Adrian.

Adrian turns on the TV. “So Shuri seems nice.”

T’Challa grips the bridge of his nose, “That will change.”

Adrian gets up to go to the fridge, grabbing a water. “Well maybe she just likes me more than you, who knows.”

T’Challa looks back at him like he is crazy. “You know her for all of five minutes, and you think she would pick you as a favorite brother?”

Adrian takes a sip, “I’m just saying, we are close in age, and when we were having fun, she was mad at you and storming off so, boom!”

T’Challa shakes his head, “I don’t argue with children.”

Adrian walks slowly to the couch, looking confused, turning down the TV slightly. “T’Challa...I think Erik is here.”

“Yeah I saw shoes and shirt by the door when we walked in. No home training.”

M’Baku walks in, “How are we doing, gentlemen?” He is beaming from ear to ear.

“I take it you and Veronica had a nice goodbye.” Adrian says.

M’Baku plops on the couch, causing Adrian to hop from his weight. “I do not kiss and tell…”

“Fuck! Oh!” a woman’s voice says

Everyone freezes at the distant exclamation.

“What was….” T’Challa starts.

“What’s my name, Princess? Lemme fuckin hear it!” Erik growls.

“Daddy! Oh, gimme that daddy dick!”

Adrian covers his giggles, “Remember I told you Erik was here? It sounded straight up like LL Cool J’s song ‘Doin It’ back there.”

M’Baku gets up striding out to the balcony, “I should’ve just stayed the night with Veronica. Now I have to hear this.” He closes the glass behind him.

Nakia walks into the penthouse, “Hey, guys. Did things go well?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” the woman sounds operatic as she ought to be climaxing with all the noise.

“That’s it, nut on this dick-”

“ERIK!! Keep it down! Adrian, come on, get out!” He pulls Adrian to the door to rush him and Nakia out.

Adrian walks down the stairs as Nakia turns to T’Challa. “I didn’t think of you as someone to half-ass things, T’Challa…”

“I was protecting her-”

Like your father was protecting you! What does keeping the truth from people do T’Challa, huh? Has it done you any good? Erik?” Nakia storms off. T’Challa leans against the wall outside the penthouse. He is not used to being the bad guy, but his father left a trash legacy that he must try and turn into a treasure. Heavy is the head of the privileged. As T’Challa goes to open the door to return inside, it opens by itself. Erik’s date walks out, hair a mess, and all around disheveled.

“Aight Leslie, you be careful walking down those steps. Your hips oughta feel better by Thursday.” She smiled goofily waving goodbye as Erik leaned against the doorframe watching her go.

“Phew! Well, what’d I miss?”

@blublubleu @mbakusthrone @dramaqueenamby @muse-of-mbaku @kumkaniudaku @imagine-mbaku @airis-paris14 @katasstrophey @thewriterinflannel @blackandfair @sisterwifeudaku

#black panther fanfic #black panther au #black panther fanfic challenge #black panther fanfic collab #m'baku #t'challa #redeemed!erik #fanfic #shakafic #kings trip

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diamondsinureyes · 1 year

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Creature Feature: Prompt Calendar

Here are the prompts for the month. Big thanks to my discords for helping me brainstorm. I'm gonna start rocking and rollin tomorrow. Feel free to join me. Remember to use the tag #dicreaturefeature23 so I can find you all. Happy Spooky Szn!

#stranger things #black panther wakanda forever #harry potter #fanfic #across the spiderverse #fanfic challenge #fanfic writing #dicreaturefeature23

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daisyachain · 4 years

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interesting episode today about the way that left culture these days is framed as choosing the best of what’s offered (e.g. going to the cinema to watch Ragnarok and not Avengers, going to the West Asian section of the museum rather than the Renaissance gallery, watching Batwoman and not Arrow) which does have its own use. Working marginalized cultures into the paying mainstream is a way of distributing the immense amount of capital in culture more equally, and penetrating the cultural consciousness of broader middle class anglo society.

this is work that fits into the broader movement to bring ideas that used to be just part of social justice/socialist circles and academia into the mainstream. it’s part of the movement that means your average person off the street now knows what systemic racism is (even if they don’t understand it) or that being honest about sexual assault means you might have a slim chance at being believed (rather than blacklisted).

but then the comment is that this sort of counterbalancing culture—consuming the best of the mainstream and using your time and money to skew corporate decisions slightly further left—has sort of replaced a genuine counterculture as culture moves online. where you had leftist punk/anarchy and transgressive culture, the post 1995 generation arguably doesn’t have that connection to a broader culture independent of the mainstream (as seen through the fanfic vs actual fiction debate) so the next step is to just DIY a culture rather than hanging on to the mainstream

#I say…following marvel comics like a fucking rube. still it was a good way of summarizing all the stuff I’ve seen floating around #but couldn’t put my finger on about how writing is an entirely different experience from churning out fanfic…#how you can’t morally NOT pirate disney…how big corporations churn out drivel and we just try to pick out the good bits…and arguably how #even the ‘good’ culture like black panther or black lightning or uh…superstore(?) have to stop short of actual critique #or else get mucked about with/cancelled #Kelsey rambles #but then it’s not just that we should start looking to indie media…supporting independent creators is important from a financial standpoint #but there’s a big gap between media that would never be produced by a corporation and media that actively challenged the norm #anyway I don’t practice what I preach and I’m a filthy consumer of brand/franchise stuff but it’s an interesting point

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molldelius · 4 years

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Camelot

This was created for the May Writing Challenge as put forward by @helga-leakadia.

Day 6: “You’re so hot when you’re angry.”

TITLE: Camelot

RATING: Teen Audiences

PAIRING: Bucky/Shuri (Winterprincess)

SUMMARY: Bucky has finally found the one thing that he is better at than Shuri.

LINK HERE

#winterprincess #bucky barnes #shuri #shuri black panther #winter soldier #black panther #may writing challenge #ao3 tags #ao3 fanfic #i have no queue what i'm doing

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 5 years

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Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Stark

Rating: PG

Warning(s): Mentions of Character Death, Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2,235

Info: I entered @littledarlinhavefaithinme Sebastian Stan Summer Song Writing Challenge. I choose to do it based off of Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. So I loosely and I mean loosely based it off the song, where she grew up with Tony, and Bucky does quote my favorite line of the song at the end. Also big thanks to @coffeebucko for making my moodboard!

Synopsis: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn't sure where she fits in it all.

Remedy Stark was born at the tail end of the ’80s, her father couldn't tell her much about how she was born but he could tell her about her mother and the story of how she was brought to him. Remedy could recount the story of being dropped off at her dad, Tony’s front doorstep by her mothers grieving friend. How Tony took one look at six-year-old her and cursed under his breath.

Remedy started showing her mutant abilities just a few months after she had moved in with her father. Tony had been working with some tools when he cut his finger open, feeling bad Remedy walked over grabbed her father's finger and kissed it. After telling him it was all better Tony looked down to find it healed with not even a scar left behind. That night they sat at the breakfast nook where Tony made Remedy promise she would keep her powers to them, and she did till she fixed Uncle Rhodey’s broken arm.

Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Bono, Mariah Carey, 2Pac, Elon Musk, Madonna, Michael J. Fox, Kevin Costner, Liv Tyler, Whitney Houston, Richard Branson, Steven Tyler, Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion, and Leonardo DiCaprio were among the few who partied at the Stark mansion, getting to see Remedy Stark grow up. She learned to speak many languages, her best friend was an artificial intelligence named Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, or Jarvis for short, her father created, till she went to a private charter school.

Now Remedy, wasn’t as smart as her father, but she did skip a few grades here and there, graduating at the age of 14 in 2001. The same year Pepper Potts entered both her and her father's life, she watched them dance around each other in fawning, praying for the day when either her dad grew mature or one of them made a move. That was also the year her second mutation activated, all Remedy had to do was think of a place she wanted to be and she would end up there, unfortunately, it happened in front of both Pepper and her father. It became a family secret.

Years went by, she watched the only woman she ever saw as a mother figure dive in love with her father, while he became a superhero. Aliens it turned out were real, a frozen super-soldier her father spent his entire existence in the shadow was alive, assassins could have their own family and be a damn good friend, also Nazis it turned out were still around.

Being called an Avenger was pretty amazing, but what felt even more amazing to Remedy was saving lives. Fixing the wrongs in the world that you could. Remedy found a family in the Avengers. Wanda was someone who was her own and that could relate to the pressures of being someone with powers. Steve soon after the battle New York, became her best friend, a brother she never she wanted, along with Clint and Sam. Natasha, well she was another Aunt and another mother figure of sorts who brought along Bey. Bey was Natasha’s child, her pride and joy, but also Remedy’s best friend.

Turns out when you get shocked by Thor when trying to save a small nation, well it can awaken hidden powers where you can open portals. Soon everyone knows your secrets and governments well they don't care that you are a Stark, or that you save lives, they notice the fallout you leave behind.

Remedy knew Steve and her father Tony getting along was never going to last, they always had a fallout but they always came together in the end. This time Remedy wasn't able to foretell the destruction, Thunderbolt Ross would have on the group. Remedy left to go bury her Godmother Peggy Carter, then the next thing she knew she was a wanted fugitive.

Tony wanted her to hate Bucky, for killing her grandparents she barely knew, but she couldn't find it in her. It wasn't Bucky’s fault it was the men behind the controls. She could be angry at Steve for not telling her father but she could easily forgive him attempting to protect his best friend, she would do the same for Wanda and Bey.

When it was all over, said and done, T’Challa welcomed Remedy along Bey to lay low in Wakanda when they weren't trying to be vigilantes. Pepper would meet up with Remedy behind Tony’s back, updating her on her father as well as her godfather. Always going their separate ways with a hug and tears in their eyes.

Than Thanos happened and one moment she was assisting Natasha to get up after healing her broken arm, getting ready to open a portal, next she saw her body turning to ash before her very eyes. Next, she was standing between Sam Wilson, Bucky with Bey who was transformed into a Mammoth with both Princess Shuri and Spiderman on their back, as they were being portalled back to New York.

Remedy fought long and hard, the burning feeling in lungs, long since came a constant reminder she was alive. Working back to back with Wanda most of the fight, sending people her way, or defending Spider-Man, or well Peter, he had stopped to introduce himself and to apologize for the black eye back in Germany. Yeah, she could grow to like the kid and could see why her dad did too.

Seeing her dad again for the first time in what felt like forever, was crazy, especially when Remedy half expected him to yell at her, instead he hugged her. Remedy honestly couldn't remember the last time her father had hugged her. He held her tightly to the metal suit he had long lost his helmet it seemed, Remedy could have sworn she felt tears hit her scalp.

“You are so grounded young lady, I don’t care if you are 30 years old, you are grounded! No television, phone, no boys, we are going to have a long talk about what it means to be a vigilante and not talk to our parents.” Tony broke the silence that surrounded them, trying to make his daughter laugh, while she tugged him down to dodge a laser beam heading their way.

Remedy wasn't sure how long the fight even lasted but for her, it ended with her on Bey’s Polar Bear form a few yards away from Bruce Banner who was in possession of the gauntlet. Bruce snapped and the next thing she noticed was the aliens they had been fighting were turning to dust. Thanos was defeated and all of a sudden it felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Exhaustion hit Remedy hard and it was expected so the last thing she remembered was the white fur, hitting her face before she was caught by Clint.

The drive to wherever they were going seemed to drag on as Remedy got stuck between the two super soldiers, a guy named Frank Castle was driving and he wouldn't let anyone touch for stereo. Somehow Sam had won a coin toss and got to ride shotgun, while in the very back Bey was sharing their iPod with Wanda and Karen Page, was snoring.

When Remedy came to in the back of a truck that belonged to Castle, Pepper had been pushing her hair back. Tears had been cascading down her face even though she was smiling, Remedy had tried to smile but everything in her body has hurt. Pepper was in her suit of armor, Remedy remembered choking out the colors were far better than Dad’s, making Pepper laugh. Tony had leaned over the side of the truck kissing the crown of her head, reminding her favoritism sucked.

Soon they were invited back to Stark-Potts household because of course they got married, but it turns out they no longer lived in the city but out by Lake George. The two-hour drive listening to classic rock and alternative rock, barley any legroom, the constant sniff, and cough was starting to get to Remedy. Almost making her wish she had taken up the Peter Quill guy, or even Scott Lang offers up for a lift.

As Hozier’s voice crooned about how he should have taken better care of his lover, the road Frank had turned on to suddenly became bumpy. Steve sat up straighter, suddenly elbowing Remedy in the ribs with his sharp elbow, causing her to take a deep intake of breath. Bucky reached around Remedy smacking his best friend on the back of the skull, getting a laugh out of Wanda and Bey in the back. Steve gave her an apologetic look as they drew closer to a cabin that looked almost luxurious, right away Remedy knew this was one of her Dad’s places.

As the Range Rover came to a slow stop, Remedy noticed Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey standing on the porch together, with drinks in their hands. Remedy followed Bucky out of the car and saw the lake to her left, it's beauty was serene, she could see why Pepper and her Dad would settle here. Suddenly arms were around Remedy’s legs and holding on tightly to her, with no foreseeable plan to let go it seemed.

“Remy, Daddy said he would bring you home and he did! Mom said you would teach me how to play guitar and you’d Dutch braid. I’m so happy your home.” Remedy stared down at the little girl at her legs in confusion before she heard footsteps nearing, and a hand was placed on top of the little girls head. That hand is turned our belonged to her father and beside him was Pepper, both of which were smiling at her.

“Remedy, this is Morgan, we had her shortly after the snap. Morgan this is your older sister Remedy.” Tony was now holding Morgan in his arms, who continued to stare at Remedy was adoration.

“I know who Remedy is Daddy, I have her picture at my bedside, I tell her goodnight every night and I read to her. Well not her, the picture of her, but now I can read to her because you brought her home to us, as you promised!” Remedy felt her heart rate skyrocket, she had a sister, she had been gone five years and so much has changed. To the right, she could hear Bey screaming no, as Clint was saying sorry, everything felt louder, her breathing more shallow.

“Remy?” Pepper put her hand on her shoulder like she used to do when she was a teenager, and she felt the world was out to get her, but Pepper always reassured her, she was stronger than those who brought her down. Remy tried her hardest to smile at Morgan, but she felt perhaps it still came out more like a grimace than anything else.

“Morgan, it's so good to meet you. If you don't mind, I just need a second to catch my breath.” Remedy had reached over and squeezed her little sister soft delicate hand in a loving gesture before she turned away from her family. Her legs taking her out towards the edge of the dock of the lake, hands-on her hips she found herself struggling to breathe as her mind raced.

Where did she belong now? Why did she have to leave all those years ago, she should have come home with the tail tucked between her legs and signed the accords, they could have been a family. She had missed out on the wedding, the one she had wished for since she was a pre-teen, on her birthday cakes and falling stars. Tony had taken in Peter Parker, Spider-Man who was a pretty cool kid, but still, she missed out on seeing them interact. Here she was a big sister and she missed five years of bed life and yet she seemed to know everything about her, acted like she was the best thing in the world. What would Morgan think when she found out that she wasn't all that great?

An arm around her shoulder, the scent of metal, tea tree, sandalwood, amber, leather, and moss hit her nose, indicating Bucky was the one at her side. He ran his flesh hand up and down her arm, as he put his face in her hair shushing her as she began to cry. Remedy didn't need to be told that Natasha was also gone, along with Vision, people they lost in the war. Her family was falling apart and she felt so broken, yet here was a man she spent weeks on the run, months in Wakanda with, comforting her.

“I’m not sure about you, but I feel a little lost right now, but that's because we are in a strange place, but I promise you Remedy, you got me. You aren’t alone and we’ve got Sam and Bey as well as Steve.” Remedy kept her head in the crook of Bucky’s neck as the vibrations of his voice soothed her along with the smoothing up and down motions of him rubbing her back.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” Bucky kissed the crown of her forehead and looked out at the water while he just held Remedy in his. He vowed to keep her safe and maybe they could help each other piece themselves back together in this messed up world.

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