#have i fallen in love with everett ross?
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5 Long Years 💔 | Everett Ross Imagine
Takes place during Avengers: Endgame
Marvel Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Everett Ross x female avenger!reader (romantic), Avengers x reader (platonic)
Content Warnings: angst, profanity, fluff at the end, mentions of death & violence | Female reader (she/her) | wc: 3k
Premise: Five years has gone by since Thanos erased half the universe. Among the fallen was CIA agent Everett Ross, friend & ally of King T’Challa as well as longtime partner of Avenger Y/n L/n. Having met after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra, Everett and Y/n’s relationship was bound to have conflicts of interest yet they somehow managed to keep it going for nearly four years. Then the call to action against Thanos caused what little of the strands holding them together to shred. And when five years of grief and torture over regret pass, Y/n takes the opportunity to get her love back—even if it means she may never see him again.
Note: I freaking love Martin Freeman & I’m so excited to see him again in the upcoming Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and Secret Invasion. There’s not many works for Everett Ross, so expect to see him a lot on my list of works.
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“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n.” The one sentence shatters the very last piece of hope Y/n had. Though Everett looked just as tortured as her, it didn’t bring an ounce of solace.
“You’re giving up?” She spits at him, anger flaring up inside her. “Just like that? After everything we’ve been through the past three years you’re going to throw it away like trash—!”
“What more do you want me to say?” He shouts back aggravated, hand coming up to his forehead. “We knew this could happen—and now it has, so if you want to avoid going to prison I suggest you make your escape now.”
“And you want to make sure I won’t come back,” Her accusation proved true by the look he was giving her. Tears threatened her eyes, but she would not cry. “So, you’re breaking my heart to ensure it. You want this—,” her finger motions between the two of them, “To end on this note, Everett? Seriously? I thought you were better than that.”
All the man does is sigh, turning away from her. It made Y/n scoff, “You can’t even look me in the fucking eyes.” The sound of her moving closer to him echoes across the floorboard, but Everett remains still. Gulping, her eyes bore into the back of his skull as her voice goes low, “Did you even love me, Ev?”
That gets him to turn, and Y/n could see the conflict in his eyes, like he didn’t want to give an answer. “Don’t make me answer that, Y/n.” He heard her make a sound, breath catching in her throat. It pained him to know he was making her feel this way, but he had to. Secretary Ross caught onto them and would be banging on the door any second. Everett needed to get Y/n out by any means possible.
Even if it meant she hated him forever.
“Because you can’t or because you won’t?”
“It doesn't matter why,” he snaps, causing her to flinch. Immediately he wanted to apologize and explain why he was hurting her. But Everett could not—for the sake of her safety. “It’s over, Y/n, and you need to leave. Now. Because I won’t stop them when they come.”
“So that’s it then,” the laugh she gave was void of any humor. Waving hands,Y/n steps away from him, no longer saddened and instead looks at him with anger. “This is all because of Mr. Secretary, isn’t it? Gotta keep your ps and qs so you don’t lose your job. How typical—just when I thought you were not like the rest of those government dogs on a leash.”
“Last I checked, you were once one of those dogs,” he bit back, now glaring at the woman. “We were not so different, you and I, it’s how we fucking met, Y/n. Before you decided to run and be a goddamn criminal.”
There it was. The word that hung over the air and poisoned it like carbon monoxide.
Y/n stood frozen, mouth slightly agape. Even Everett felt the blood drain from him. He fucked up. Neither one couldn’t believe he called her that after two years of assuring Y/n he never thought of her as one. That what she did was the right thing—even if the government thought otherwise. He could already tell what she was thinking. ‘It was always a lie.’
The lone tear finally fell from her eye, shattering Everett’s heart. When he tried to step forward saying, “Y/n—,” a beep from her burner phone went off. Taking her eyes off him, Y/n removed the flip phone and opened it to reveal a message from a number she recognized as Steve’s.
‘Banner called. Something’s happened in New York, Tony is MIA. Need to find Vision & Wanda—will explain on the jet.’ It ended with the address she was to meet them at.
Closing the phone, Y/n took a deep breath before exhaling. “Well,” she whispered, not letting the emotion get to her. It took everything in her to not look at Everett. “I guess this is it then. Have a nice life, Agent Ross.”
But he didn’t have a nice life, because three days later Everett Ross was among the billions of people who vanished from existence the day Thanos came to Earth. Taking Y/n’s heart with him.
Every second of every day was filled with regret and shame. Regret at how things ended that day. If she had known it would be the last time she’d ever seen Everett, Y/n would’ve never said the things she did. Of course he said some messed up things too, but the situation they were in was a difficult one. Both were in the wrong, but now Y/n was having to deal with the consequences.
Five long years later and the feeling of anguish still lingered like it did when she discovered Everett was gone. Dusted. Just like Sam, Wanda, and Bucky. She didn’t know where he vanished from until she managed to get a hold of one of the CIA agents he worked with who hadn’t been dusted. The news had Y/n bolting into a storage closet to hide away as she sobbed into the darkness. “I’m sorry,” the agent said to her, with sadness in his eyes, “One second he was next to me. Then the screaming started and when I turned back all I saw was dust and the files on the floor.”
“I’m sorry, Ev,” she cried, falling against the wall and letting her body slide to the floor. “I’m so sorry.” People passed the door, hearing her sobs but paid no mind. Just continued walking to their destination while also trying to keep it together. They were going through the same and in need of their own storage closet to cry in.
It took a month before Y/n had the courage to go to his apartment—where thankfully, no one had taken claim to it yet. The world was in shambles with people scrambling to seek refuge. Y/n couldn’t blame them. Finally there were homes and shelter available, but there was always the hope something would happen. An opportunity. And Y/n was going to make sure Everett had his home when that happened.
The first few months consisted of sleeping on the couch before migrating to the guest room. Not once did Y/n enter his bedroom—she couldn’t bring herself to go into it even after years passed. The memories were too much. All Y/n could think about were the nights she would sneak in through his window. It would be on average a weekend every couple months to get Secretary Ross off their backs since the old man didn’t trust Everett when he said they’d broken off after Y/n backed up Cap during the Accords drama. If she closed her eyes, Y/n could feel his arms wrap around her as lips grazed her ear, “No trouble I see.” And she would smirk in return, “You really think I would bring trouble to your door, Ev?”
While time passed, Y/n went through a major change not only in appearance but how she viewed life. In the beginning there was alcohol, but drowning away in the substance would only worsen her state. It made her feel sick. Like it was doing a disservice to her friends by loosing herself in such a way. Instead she focused on training day to day and helping Nat whenever the Avenger needed her. It kept her busy. Y/n liked that, having some sense of normalcy despite the her world being far from it. Several tattoos now adorned her body as well as piercings all along her right ear.
The only appearance she ever made in the public eye which hadn’t been Avenger business was attending Tony & Pepper’s wedding. It surprised her to even have an invite, but was grateful nonetheless. There was a forced smile every time someone asked how she was doing and Y/n’s reply was always the same, “Taking it one day at a time.” Once the toast to the happy couple was over, Y/n handed them their gift with hugs and promises to keep in touch before making her leave. The second she was safe in her car Y/n broke down.
Then one sunny day in 2023, there was a knock at the door. With Steve Rogers on the opposite side. “We’ve found something. You got time to talk?” He didn’t even have to explain, Y/n was out the door with Everett’s leather jacket hanging on her arm, “I’ve got all the time in the world, Cap.”
After test runs and developing a plan of action, the time came for the Avengers to attempt the impossible. In the blink of an eye Y/n was back in 2014 on the planet Morag alongside Rhodey and Nebula. It seemed to go smoothly for the three, although they could’ve gone without having to watch Peter Quill dance his way to the Power Stone. “So he’s an idiot?” Rhodey voiced what they were all thinking. The woman sighed, letting her head drop onto the rock in front of her, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”
Once the stone was secured, Rhodey instructed the two to set their navigators. “This better have been worth it,” she muttered, scanning the device until it was on the correct course. The helmet encased her head before she was zooming through the Quantum realm for the second time that day.
Landing back on the platform, it didn’t strike the woman that the Nebula standing next to her was not the same one she left with. Although she noticed the dazed look on her face, scanning the facility like it was the first time she saw it, Y/n simply brushed it off. They just did a time heist—all of the Avengers were relishing in the feeling they pulled it off. Thor pulled her into a hug laughing, but the happiness is short lived when they realize they are missing a certain redhead. “Clint, where’s Nat?”
As much as they wanted to take the rest of the day to mourn the loss of their Black Widow, the team had a mission to finish. They gave themselves an hour at the dock before returning inside to put their own gauntlet together. Y/n handed Tony the Power Stone, happy to be rid of it knowing it was going to help bring Everett back. “You okay, pipsqueak?” Tony asked, putting the gem in the compartment with the others.
Placing the cup of water on the table beside her, Y/n nodded with a small smile. “I think I’ll finally be able to rest once we finish this.”
“Me too, kid.” He said with a sigh. “Me too.” It didn’t bother her Tony called her a kid. Until Wanda, Y/n was the youngest of the Avengers and therefore was known as the kid of the group. Even when she was pushing 30 during the Accords. Now she was nearly 40 and at the point where nothing surprised her.
With the gauntlet in hand, the team—minus Nebula—circled Banner as he attempted to put the glove on. “You got this, Bruce!” She shouted from behind Steve. The brightness caused her to look away and the second Banner fell after snapping they all rushed him. “Bruce!” Y/n crouched beside his head while Clint clicked the glove away. “Hey buddy we got ya.”
In the midst of her friend's state, Y/n hadn’t realized her phone tucked in the pocket of her suit was going off. When she looked up to see Clint was speaking into his with tears in her eyes, that’s when it hit her. She backed away from Bruce, instantly retrieving the device and unlocking it to see a missed call. The name on the screen nearly caused her knees to buckle. 1 missed call from ‘Ev’.
“Oh my God,” Y/n whispered, more to herself. Tears poured out of her eyes before she could stop them—filled with crippling relief. They did it. They actually did it. With her thumb hovering over the call button, Y/n was seconds away from hearing his voice, but the horrifying sound of explosions ruined it. The phone fell from her hands as she gasped, glancing around to see dust. The ground shook and before she knew it Y/n was falling.
“Ahhh!!!” Her scream echoed, attempting to catch something to hang onto. She didn’t know where she landed, all Y/n could feel was the pain. “Steve!!” She coughed at the end, “Tony!!” Miraculously, the phone she dropped was right in front of her with an illuminating screen bearing Everetts contact photo.
He was calling her.
Not even caring about the pain in her side or the fact she didn’t know where the hell the others were, Y/n hurriedly answered the phone. The trembling in her hands migrated throughout her body. Y/n did her best to not sob into the receiver, “Ev?”
“Y/n?” Just hearing his voice after five years made her break.
“Oh my God,” she cried, hand going to her chest. The tears spilled down her cheeks, albeit happy ones. “Oh my God, Ev.”
He sounded like he was out of breath. There was commotion in the background indicating the chaos happening all around the world now that billions of people were returning after five years. “W-where are you? I—I—,” Y/n could just picture the look on his face while hearing his tone. It sounded scared, full of worry and anxiety. “I—I don’t know what the hell is happening.”
“Ev,” she tried to keep her voice steady, glancing to find an exit or any source of light. Her own anxiety rose at the thought of being trapped below rubble. “Everett, listen to me okay—I need you to stay calm.” It was comical, her telling him to be calm when she herself couldn’t even reckon that. “You’ve been gone for five years.”
There was silence on his end. She heard his breath catch and then, “What? What are you talking about? Th-that can’t be possible—I was standing next to Dickens and now—,” Ev cuts himself off, as though something caught his attention. “—and now he’s across the room looking at me like I’m a ghost.”
“Ev,” her voice went low, “it’s twenty-twenty-three. Y-you were among the billions on earth and across the universe to disappear when—.” She bit her lip, feeling another wave of tears surface. Fuck how was she supposed to explain everything to him over the phone. “When Thanos wiped away half of the population.”
“Five years?” He whispered, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. The shouts in the background were more frantic, and Y/n heard them fade out indicating Everett was trying to get away. “I—I—,” Y/n jumped at the sound of a loud *bang*, followed by rushing water.
“Shit,” she cursed when she realized the area she was in was starting to flood. Her feet were the first to submerge. “Shit!! BRUCE!! RHODEY!!” For a moment Y/n forgot she was still on the phone with Everett.
“What’s happening?!” He shouted with worry. “Y/n?!” On the other end all that could be heard was her pounding against whatever surface she was trapped in. It sent a flood of emotion through Everett, mostly helplessness at the fact he couldn’t help her.
“Is anyone there!” She screamed, voice cracking at the end. Everett was still screaming into the phone, demanding to know what was wrong but before Y/n could explain the device slipped from her hand. It splashed into the water—now up to her calves, and disappeared into the darkness. “No!” She bent down in an attempt to find it, “Goddammit—Ev!!” With no luck the woman could only let out a cry of defeat. She was alone. Water continued to pour in and fill at a rapid rate. There was no saying whether or not someone would find her.
Meanwhile, on the other end Everett was left frozen when he heard the rush of water before dead silence when the call cut out. “Shit,” he wiped the sweat from his forehead, bringing the phone away to see it had disconnected. The feeling of worry suffocated him.
Against protocol, Everett did the necessary means to track the location of the Y/n’s phone. Each second felt like a lifetime with Everett moving at a fast pace to the elevators. Finally he pinged the last cell tower Y/n was near, putting her at the Avengers Compound. Clutching his fist in victory, Everett dialed anyone and everyone he could, “Get everyone you know—I need EMS and all personnel at Avengers Compound stat.”
When hours passed and the chaos ended, Y/n felt like the weight was still on her shoulders. Yeah, they defeated the 2014 version of Thanos. Yeah, they won. But at what cost? Joining Natasha in the afterlife was none other than Iron Man himself. Tony did the unthinkable—he sacrificed himself.
Strange was right when their only chance was one in fifteen million. The one chance which took another friend.
Y/n didn’t even have the energy to flinch or wipe her tears as a medic tended to her wounds. There was a deep cut to her forehead—most definitely would need stitches, her side was on fire from the broken rip she stained. Blood coated her bottom lip and her left ear when a creature had ripped some of her piercings out. She was thankful none of her tattoos got messed up—even the one behind her right ear.
“Thank you,” she murmured with a hoarse voice when the medic handed her a water bottle. The cold liquid was refreshing and relieving against her throat. Y/n downed it in just a few large gulps.
“I just need to stitch this up,” they waved a finger around the gash to her temple, “then we’ll get you on the next truck out to the hospital.”
Y/n protested with a shake of the head, “No, I don’t need a hospital.” The medic looked at her with disapproval.
“You could possibly have a concussion. And a broken rib—.”
“Oh it’s broken I can tell you that,” the woman winced when she adjusted her position. Yeah, it was broken—or slightly fractured. The amount of times Y/n had broken a rib was not uncommon for the job she had, but the number was starting to become a concern. Being a superhero came with its flaws. “Don’t need x-rays because I sure as hell feel it.”
The medic tsked, “see. But you need X-rays, Miss. L/n.” They began to clean and stitch the wound.
“I’ll go tomorrow,” Y/n insisted, but they weren’t having it. They went to open their mouth, but were cut off by another voice entering the picture.
“I’ll make sure she gets to a hospital. Tonight.”
The whole world around Y/n froze. It was one thing to hear him on the phone after five years, but to know he was standing right next to her, Y/n was glad she was sitting. Otherwise she’d be on the ground.
Slowly, Y/n turned her head—a sob leaving her at the sight of Everett standing in his usual grey suit and silver hair. Not caring the medic was in the middle of stitching her, Y/n leaped from her position into his open arms. Head going to his neck, Y/n tightened her arms around Everett and cried. There was no stopping the tears.
“You’re really here.” Pulling away, Y/n cupped his face in her hands. Her tears mixed with the dried blood, but she didn’t care. Hiccuping, Y/n let her thumb brush over his cheek. “Oh, God, Ev—I can’t believe it.”
Everett’s own eyes shined, and a lone tear fell which she wiped away. He took one of her hands in his, pressing it to his lips. “I’m here, darling. I’m right here.”
The smile she wore was so wide. “You don’t know how happy I am, Ev. It’s been—.”
“I know,” he gently cut her off, bringing her closer to him. “Too damn long.” Y/n leaned into his touch, feeling another wave of emotion as their last conversation replayed in her head. As much as she wanted to forget it it continued to haunt her.
“I’m so sorry about that day,” there was a waver in her tone as she tried to keep it together. “I never meant what I said—I was angry and I regretted it every day. For five long years I wished I could take it back if it meant you never left.”
“I’m sorry too, Y/n,” another tear rolled down his cheek. Like the Avenger, Everett was feeling immense guilt and regret. For the entire time he was dusted Y/n had to live with the memory of their argument and knowing the last thing he called her was a criminal. What had been three days for Everett, was five long years for Y/n. “I should’ve never called you that—I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve my anger being taken out on you. I have never thought of you as—.”
“Ev,” she caressed his face again and touched their foreheads. “I forgive you. We were both angry and scared. Ross was pressuring you and I chose my path—knowing the consequences. The things we said are meaningless now. Jesus Christ, I don’t want to go another day with either of us feeling this way.”
“Me too, baby,” he agreed with a smile. The warmth and love filling Y/n was the best feeling she had in five years. As the two leaned in to finally kiss, a cough interrupted them.
“I’m sorry to break this happy reunion,” the medic sheepishly tapped the Avengers shoulder, causing Y/n to pull away. “But I need to finish stitching you up.” It was then Y/n’s vision caught the thin piece of thread hanging from her temple.
Everett blushed while the woman smiled shyly at the medic, “Sorry.” Sitting back down, Y/n leaned against Everett’s side as the EMT continued their work. It only took a few minutes before they were done and reminded her to go to the hospital. “Alright, boss,” she caved in. “I’ll go. Get it over and done with.”
“I’ll take her, don’t worry,” Everett assured, making Y/n roll her eyes. He gave her a pointed look, taking her hand and guiding her away from the ambulance. A few words between the agent and his colleagues were exchanged before they stopped by Steve to let him know they were heading to the hospital.
The captain nodded, bringing Y/n into a hug and replied, “I’ll meet you there once things settle.” They said their goodbyes, waving to the others as they passed until they finally reached Everetts SUV.
“I can do it myself, Ev,” Y/n groaned when he tried to help her into the passenger seat. It didn’t help that she was grimacing from the pain in her side. When she finally got her ass in the seat, the Avenger let out a huff.
The man glared, bringing the seatbelt around to buckle her in. “You’re hurt and I’m not blind.” His lips pressed to her cheek when she pouted. “Just sit tight, Y/n. Before you know it we’ll get you checked out and back home.” The one word sent a flood of euphoria to her veins.
“Home?” The softness of her voice had Everett pause when he went to shut the door. Gazing into her eyes, Everett could see how happy Y/n was just by the implication. It was enough to make her cry.
That his home was hers and vice versa.
Bringing his palm to her cheek, the woman instinctively leaning into it, Everett kissed Y/n and poured all his love into it. Her nose bumped with his, responding with the same affection. Hell, Y/n could literally feel her heart skip the second their lips touched.
“Home. Where we belong.”
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Fanfic Series
These are all the series I have done for different fandoms. Some are complete, some are in progress, and some I’m not sure if I will keep adding to.
And some are co-created by my friend, Bren, who will be credited on those.
Sorted by Fandom
If You Could Live Forever Series (Completed)
Logan (Wolverine)/Rose (Original Female Character), Everett Ross/Rose (OFC)
Work Summary: Rose is a powerful mutant that can control the elements along with a few other powers. She is over 450 years old (but stopped aging at 35) and prefers to move all over the world. This will be a collection of certain time periods in her life.
Royal Agency Series (In Progress)
Everett Ross x Black!Reader
Mood Board by @tallulahchanel
Work Summary: Reader is a former Marine now CIA agent who works alongside Everett Ross, whom she’s harbored feelings for. When her brother, Killmonger resurfaces, her whole life is about to change.
Blood of the Dragon Series (Technically completed. Could continue)
Thor x Female Mutant!Reader
Work Summary: Reader is a mutant with dragon abilities and features. She was a weapon of Hydra until SHIELD, the Avengers, and the X-Men set her free. As she tries to find her place in the world, Thor helps her to see who she really is.
When The World Is Broken Series (In Progress)
Everett Ross x Juna Everhart (OFC)
Work Summary: Juna is a mutant who is over twenty thousand years old. She has been alone most of that time, tending to the Earth and healing the harm humans have caused. But when the damage is nearly irreversible, Juna considers restarting the earth. CIA agent, Everett Ross, must talk her out of it. And try not to fall in love with the deadly mutant along the way.
Middle Earth Mischief Series (In Progress)
Lord Elrond x Nix (OFC), Glorfindel x Brenior (OMC), Thranduil x Brenior (OMC)
Co-written by Nix and Bren ( @themerriweathermage )
Work Summary: What happens when two long-distance friends find themselves in a completely different universe? They make the most of their new home.
Welcome To The Badlands Series (In Progress)
Baron Quinn x Bren (OMC), Sunny x Nix (OFC):
Co-written by Nix and Bren ( @themerriweathermage )
Work Summary: Bren and Nix have fallen into the Badlands. One thing leads to another and well… chaos begins to unfold in the Badlands, for the better or for the worse.
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Guilty as Charged (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Summary: In which Bucky and the reader’s happy life is interrupted by a Civil War.
Warnings: LONG (for no reason, this could’ve been a multi-part fic but I don’t have the commitment for that), this is really bad tbh..., language?
Word Count: 2.4k+
Feedback is appreciated! I hope you enjoy!
When Bucky settled down with you in Bucharest, he hoped that he’d be able to provide you a happy life – the life you deserved. The both of you were two peas in a pod, both running from the ghosts of their pasts. He was running from HYDRA and the government while you were fleeing from your abusive ex-boyfriend. You first met when he managed to save you from being mugged. After that, he traveled with you. Soon, you both became close and confessed your pasts to one another.
“I understand if you don’t want to go with me anymore,” he told you on the rooftop of some building you two broke into for the night. He adverted his eyes from yours as shame quickly flooded through him. “I’m a killer.”
You shook your head with your brows furrowed as you pulled him into you. Your first kiss was under the stars. He pulled away from you, a bit surprised at your response. You wrapped your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers together, while his hands found their way to your hips.
“That’s not who you are anymore, though,” you said. “And honestly, I’m falling in love with the person you are today. I don’t care about your past. I just want to be in your future, Bucky.”
Two peas, indeed.
But it all changed the day you both went to the market.
He offered to buy you some plums. (“Get six,” you told him. He responded with a yes ma’am and a mocking salute which earned him a small chuckle). After the man handed him the six fruits in a bag, Bucky felt tense. He felt like he was being watched. He looked over his shoulder and found a man in the newspaper stand staring at him. The man glanced down at the paper in his hand and looked back at Bucky, who started to walk towards him. But as soon as Bucky got close, the man fled. He snatched the paper from its perch as he read The Winter Soldier wanted for Vienna Bombing printed boldly in Romanian.
His breathing hitched as he frowned. He was nowhere near Vienna. The last time he was there was when you stepped on a broken bottle and he had to stitch your foot up. He remembered your yelps of pain as he tried to soothe you while he patched up your wound. It was over a year ago.
Bucky quickly found you and pulled you away from the woman you were trying to buy some meat from. “We need to leave,” he told you as he dragged you.
“What?” you asked. “Hey, hey, Buck, talk to me.” You pulled your arm from his grasp as you stared into his eyes.
He analyzed every detail of your face. From your eyes to your hair to the worried pout on your lips. He realized this might be the last time he’ll be able to see you. Bucky pulled you into him, crashing your lips against his. The last time he might be able to kiss you.
“You need to leave me,” he said breathlessly after he pulled away. You frowned. “Don’t argue, please… It’s not safe,” he eyed the woman who walked a little too close to you. “They found me. And you’re in danger by even being with me.”
You shook your head, tears threatened to fall. “Buck, no,”
“Please, my love,” Bucky pleaded and dug into his pockets. He shoved what cash he had into your hands. “Buy a ticket. Get far away from me.”
“I can’t leave you.” You shook your head. “I won’t.”
“If something happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes, too. “I’ll find you. I’ll find you eventually.” You shook your head, defiantly. “Stop it… Please…”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too… so, so much.” He muttered, pulling you back for one final kiss. “Go.”
-=+=-
You were so defiant. Bucky called you stubborn on so many occasions. “That stubbornness is gonna get you in so much trouble one day,” he warned after you refused to back down when you picked a fight with a man twice your size who was manhandling a woman on the train.
He warned you time after time. Stop being so stubborn. Do what I tell you to do so we don’t get killed. But every time, you refused to listen.
Much like now.
Instead of buying a train ticket and getting the hell out of Bucharest, you made it your mission to find out what had him on edge. You found the newspaper with the same headline about the bombing and frowned. Neither of you were in Vienna. You’d been staying in Romania for almost 3 months. So, you managed to find the tip hotline and got in touch with an agent. You claimed his innocence and when asked how you knew the truth, you simply responded, “I was with him.”
So, now you were staring at a man across the table who introduced himself as Everett Ross. You were flown out from Bucharest to Berlin in a matter of hours after your initial phone call.
“I don’t think I quite believe your story, Miss (Y/L),” he finally told you as he rubbed his chin. “It all just seems…”
“It’s contradicting to the narrative you’re so keen on believing,” you nodded. “But it’s the truth. I’ve been traveling with James Buchanan Barnes for the past 2 years after he saved me from being mugged in London.”
“You realize you’ve been traveling with a known criminal, right?” He asked.
You shook your head. “He’s not a criminal. He’s a victim. Don’t paint him into a villain if you don’t know or want to acknowledge his story.”
“You’ve got some bite on you,” he chuckled. “But if he’s such a victim, then why did he attack and escape?”
“What?”
“He’s injured many of our agents, killed dozens in the bombing.” Ross explained. “And yet, you come here, parading around the story that he’s a victim.” He shook his head. “Perhaps, the true victim is you Miss (Y/L)? Maybe the truth is, is that James Buchanan Barnes didn’t save you from being mugged. He kidnapped you and forced to live with him for 2 years, uprooting you from your life, making you depend on him.”
“Are you suggesting I have Stockholm syndrome?” You cocked an eyebrow up. “Because I am of sound mind and he is innocent.”
“I was giving you an out, kid,” he sighed and threw his hands into the air. “I was giving you an excuse, so we don’t tag you as an accessory to a crime. Aiding and abetting a criminal. Hate to see a nice girl like you locked up in prison.”
“I stand by my statement that I was with Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes in Bucharest, Romania at the time of the bombing in Vienna,” you stated and stared him down. Oh, how that stubbornness and undying loyalty shined through.
They didn’t formally arrest you. Instead, they kept you locked in the interview room for hours. You had even fallen asleep a few times. They checked into your story. At every city you and Bucky stayed at, they were able to find video evidence of you too. It was tricky at first. Bucky was skilled at hiding from CCTV, but he had his slip ups. And in some videos, if you were caught on tape, sure enough, Bucky was lingering somewhere near you.
But they didn’t tell you their plan for you, either. If they can’t arrest Barnes themselves, they’ll throw you in the Raft (despite you being a non-enhanced civilian). And if Tony Stark failed at apprehending Steve Rogers and the Winter Soldier, then they’ll use you to draw him out.
-=+=-
You hummed softly to yourself as you laid in the prison bed. You knew from your first conversation with Everett Ross this is where you would end up – a prison cell. However, you didn’t realize that the prison would be hidden in the ocean. The Raft, they called it. Supposedly, it was for the most dangerous criminals. And for some reason, you – a human girl whose only crimes were telling the truth and falling in love – made the cut. And if those were the crimes that Everett Ross claimed you committed, then fine. Guilty as charged.
Later, the cells around you became occupied. Three men and one woman.
“What got you locked up in here?” the African American man asked you.
“Tell the truth,” you answered. He frowned at your response. “I tried doing the right thing. Tell Everett Ross that James Buchanan Barnes is innocent!” You screamed, knowing that the conversation was being overseen by security.
“Wait, Bucky?” The man asked you. You nodded. “You’re the girl.”
“Am I supposed to say, you’re the man?” You scoffed. “Who the hell are you?”
“Sam Wilson,” he introduced. “I know your fella.”
Your features softened. “Is he… is he okay?”
“I sure hope so,” Sam sighed.
-=+=-
You didn’t know how long you were all locked up. You quickly got to know your cellmates – Sam, Clint, Scott, and Wanda. Sam had filled you in on what happened with Bucky, some details he glazed over, knowing the conversation was being monitored. His story lined up with yours. Bucky had been framed so that he would be flushed out of hiding. He was later arrested after trying to flee from a man wearing a cat suit – that part confused you – and the UN.
Bucky didn’t want you involved in the catastrophe that would’ve erupted. He knew he can’t protect the both of you, so he asked you to go as far as you can. You, of course, deterred from his plan and got yourself locked up in a high-security prison. At least you’re safe, you joked to yourself. You did that part right.
Then there was a thud that erupted through the prison as a guard’s body fell from the railing. You quickly got up from your seat against the wall and stared into the darkness. A man emerged and freed you all.
-=+=-
“You’re the girl Bucky’s been talking about?” The man, who introduced himself as Steve, asked as the two of wandered around a hidden Wakanda facility.
“Guilty, I guess,” you smiled. “You’re the best friend he told me about?”
“Guilty,” Steve chuckled. “Thank you… Thank you for being there for him…”
“Honestly, I think he saved me more times than I’ve ever saved him,” you laughed. Steve led you to a lab.
You stared at the technology in awe. It was so advanced compared to the rest of the world. You heard Steve ask someone, “are you sure about this?”
“I can’t trust my own mind,” you heard a familiar voice respond. It broke your heart how broken he sounded. “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head. I think going back under is the best thing… for everybody.”
“Nothing will make you change your mind?” Steve asked. You didn’t see, but Bucky gave him a sad smile and shook his head. “Not even…” Steve gestured for you to walk over. Bucky’s brows shot up in surprise as you made your presence known. You gave him a small smile as you wrapped your arms around him, careful not to hit the wrapped stub where his titanium arm used to be.
“How?” Bucky asked as you pulled away.
“Tried to clear your name, got arrested,” Bucky frowned at you, “got sent to the Raft, got broken out by Captain American, and… now I’m here.”
“You never got on that train, did ya?” You shook your head and gave him a guilty look. “Of course,” he chuckled as he used his good arm to pull you into a kiss.
“What are you doing?” you asked him.
“I gotta let them fix me,” Bucky explained. “Take the Winter Soldier out of my head.” You looked over to the cryo-freeze chamber and frowned. It looked terrifying – like the things you’d see in a sci-fi horror flick.
“I can’t convince you otherwise?” You asked.
“No, love,” Bucky shook his head, taking your hand into his. “I can’t give you a good life… not with all the bad stuff in my head.”
“Are you ready, Sergeant Barnes?” A teenage girl walked up to him.
Your hand gripped his as he got up from the table. “Stevie, watch over her?” Bucky asked, looking over at Steve.
“You got it pal,” Steve nodded.
Bucky looked down at you. “Don’t do anything stupid until I’m back.”
“How can I?” You muttered. “You’re taking it with you.” Steve smiled to himself, recognizing the phrase and remembering how he would’ve responded similarly.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you more, Bucky,” you teared up.
“Impossible.”
“Asshole.” He smirked at your response, but instead of providing a rebuttal, he let you have the last word. He gave you one last kiss before he let the girl escort him to the chamber. He closed his eyes as the glass frosted over.
-=+=-
He will be waking today, Shuri’s message read to you. You arrived at the rural villages of Wakanda. The natives all greeted you with smiles as if knowing today was the big day.
“How are you feeling?” Shuri asked the newly awakened Bucky. He stared off into the distance.
“Good. Thank you.” Bucky gave her a small smile and she returned it. He takes in the view of the lake. The sunlight reflected on the waters. It was a beautiful sight.
“Come. So much for you to learn,” Shuri beckoned as she walked off.
Bucky tore his eyes from the beautiful Wakandian scenery and followed Shuri’s voice and was met with another sight that was far more gorgeous.
You wore a white flowy dress (though the bottom of the skirt had been dirtied from the mud you ran across earlier that day). Your hair had been pulled back in a half up/half down hairdo, a small bun at the crown of your head. Your smile reached your teary eyes as your eyes met.
You raced over to him and held him tightly in your arms. You missed him so much. This reunion was months in the making.
“You stayed?” Bucky asked, breathless as you pulled away and wrapped your arms around his neck. You nodded.
“Why would I leave?” You asked. “I’ve waited a long time for this.” You said and pulled him down for a long-awaited kiss.
This was word vomit in fan fiction form. I’m so sorry.
Please tell me what y’all think <3
#Bucky Barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky barnes imagine#james buchanan barnes#the winter soldier imagine#the winter soldier x reader#white wolf x reader#white wolf imagine#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#im on a bucky kick#this was kinda bad
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Beautiful Ones (Chapter 1)
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Nakia was a lot of things. Smart, sophisticated, and—like her umama—she could kick butt like no one’s business. Insecure was not one of them.
Yet, somehow, that woman made her feel that way.
The first time Nakia laid eyes on her was at the UN Conference in Vienna.
She walked two steps behind T'Challa, noticing how tight he gripped his wife's hand for dear life. At some point, Naomi became annoyed and she wiggled her hand out of his grip before swatting him with the other one.
"What are you trying to do? Cut off my circulation?"
T'Challa turned to her and gave her that charming smile she always falls for. "I'm sorry, iplato yetshukela (sugar plum)."
Naomi glared at him, but Nakia could see a smile twitch at the corners of her lips. She giggled at their adorable interaction, earning a quirked brow from Naomi.
"And what do you find so funny?"
The War Dog shook her head. "Nothing, my queen. I just think you two are quite adorable."
Naomi must have mistaken her words for snarkiness because she draped her arm on T'Challa's shoulder and planted a kiss on his cheek. "That's what happens when you're in love."
Nakia returned her queen’s actions with a smirk.
"Agent Ross," T'Challa greeted him the second he laid eyes on him.
"Your Highness," Everett returned as he held out his free hand to shake T’Challa’s—his other cradling a small cup of coffee. He greeted the rest of the group, but his eyes lingered when they locked with Nakia's.
"There you are," a female voice cut through the eye contact and the War Dog's gaze found a woman walking towards them.
She couldn't take her eyes off the woman. Gorgeous, tanned skin, sparkling blue eyes, and shiny blonde hair. Nakia especially took note of the short skirt and matching blazer that drew attention to her nicely toned legs and her perfectly shaped cleavage.
"You just left me at the coffee stand," the blonde woman told Everett as she approached him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He gave her an adorable smile.
She returned his smile by flashing her pearly whites. "That's alright. Just don't do it again."
Nakia finally took her eyes off her when the sound of T'Challa clearing his throat got her attention as well as Agent Ross and his......friend.
"My apologies," Everett began as he draped an arm around her shoulders. "Agent Savannah Greene. My partner, who decided to accompany me today. Savannah, this is King T'Challa of Wakanda and his lovely wife Naomi. His guards Okoye and Ayo. And this is Nakia."
The blonde woman's eyes laid on her and a small smile crept on her lips. "So, you're Nakia."
The War Dog smiled back at her. "Yes, I am."
"It's nice to finally meet you. Agent Ross has talked about you non-stop."
"Has he now?" Nakia gave him a flattered smile, but he looked down and sipped his coffee.
"I practically had to beg him to stop." Savannah chuckled while placing a hand on his chest.
The War Dog narrowed her eyes, suddenly overcome with a need to slap that woman’s hand off his chest.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think he had fallen in love with you."
Nakia's brown eyes found Savannah's blue ones and a smirk crept on her lips, relishing the agitation that filled in them. "I've been told that it's not too hard to fall in love with me."
The blonde woman returned her smirk with one of her own and turned to T'Challa. "Agent Ross has informed me that you helped him after he was shot. I cannot thank you enough. After all, I'm nothing without him."
Everett chuckled. "She's exaggerating. She's an exceptional agent, and anyone would be fortunate to work with her."
"Well, I'm honored you think so highly of me." She looked her partner deep in his eyes and batted her long eyelashes, causing Nakia to roll her own.
"If you'll excuse me, Agent Greene, I would like a word with King T'Challa."
"Of course." She smiled at him and stepped off to the side.
Nakia stood next to Okoye when T'Challa excused himself. While she watched the exchange between the two men, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She turned to see Savannah's eyes carefully reading her as if searching for a flaw or something to stand out of place. "Anything I can do for you, Agent Greene?"
"Oh! Nothing. I was just......" she trailed off, unable to conjure a believable response.
Silence fell between them as they went back to watching the exchange between T'Challa and Everett.
"You know," the blonde woman began while sauntering over to her, "Agent Ross doesn't really date."
"Mhmm," Nakia responded, but kept her eyes on the two men exchanging words.
"I'm serious. He’s practically married to his work. Do you know how many times I've found him asleep at his desk with half-empty take out containers?”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, the War Dog decided to give Savannah her undivided attention. "I'm sure his work keeps him busy."
"It does. Why else do you think he barely has time to date?"
"Well, if Agent Ross is the man I think he is, then he'll find time for it, especially if the right woman comes along." Nakia cocked a brow as a smirk formed on her lips.
"Yes, well....he’ll find the right one in time. For now, I think he's content with focusing solely on his work."
"Agent Greene, if you don't mind me asking, why are you telling me this?"
"Well, you seem like someone special in his life—I gathered that from the way he spoke about you. I thought you might want to know."
"While your concern for his personal life is admirable, I should inform you that there's nothing between Agent Ross and I. He saved my life and I, in turn, saved his. Any communication between us has been that of a professional capacity."
"That's wonderful. Maybe, for the sake of his reputation, it should stay that way."
Before Nakia had the chance to ask her what that meant, Savannah stepped away to retake her place next to her partner.
"I will hold you to that, Everett," were T'Challa's final words to him before ascending the stairs. She took that as her queue to follow him.
"T'Challa," Everett addressed him before clearing his throat. "Umnqweno onomdla kunye neeshishi ezininzi (Good luck and many shoelaces)."
Nakia watched T'Challa’s face carefully and chuckled when his expression softened.
"It was close."
Everett responded with a bright smile. "Don't laugh. I practiced that."
"Enkosi (Thank you), Everett. Enkosi."
Nakia locked eyes with Everett one last time and smiled at him before following T'Challa to the conference room.
When she entered the room, she waved at Kya, who sat in the back next to Shuri. The pair of best friends were soon joined by Everett and Savannah, and her baby sister greeted him with a friendly hug and smiled at Agent Greene.
During the press conference, Nakia kept feeling a pair of eyes on her. Assuming it was Kya, she looked over to smile at her sister, but to her surprise, she locked eyes with Everett Ross, who had a small smile on his lips. With warm cheeks, she returned his smile and turned her attention to the press conference again.
After two hours of long, drawn-out speeches and redundant questions, she was finally released from the conference and she couldn’t wait to go back to the hotel and relax. She met Kya outside and hugged her.
“Hello, omncinci (little one). What did you think?”
“It was amazing.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Plus, I noticed that a certain CIA Agent couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you.”
“Shh.” Nakia shushed Kya just as Agent Ross walked over to them with Agent Greene following behind him. “Hello again, Agent Ross and Agent Greene. Did you enjoy the press conference?”
“Yes,” Savannah answered. “It was informative.”
The War Dog smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Hi, I’m Kya. I’m Nakia’s little sister.”
“Oh yes, you were the pleasant young lady that sat next to Agent Ross. Nice to meet you.” She gave the youngest Shauku sibling a friendly smile.
“So,” Everett spoke up, his eyes on Nakia, “what’s this about an Outreach Center?”
She smiled at him. “It’s like a community center almost. We’re still in development, but it shouldn’t take too long.”
“I would love to come by someday and see it for myself, if that isn’t a problem.”
“I think we both would,” Savannah interjected, receiving quirked brows from Nakia, Kya, and Everett. She gave her partner a charming smile while placing a hand on his shoulder. “I think it would be an educational experience for me. Don’t you think so, Agent Ross?”
Nakia’s eyes narrowed at Savannah’s perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder.
“Actually,” Kya’s voice earned her attention, “I was just telling my usisi omkhulu (big sister) here that I’m planning a little Grand Opening get together for us and the families in the neighborhood. You should come, Agent Ross.”
Everett smiled at her. “I would be honored.”
“As will I,” Savannah hastily added.
Nakia found Agent Greene’s eyes and the blonde woman gave her a smirk as if she won something.
“Great!” Kya gave them both a bright smile and took her big sister’s hand. “Come on, usisi.”
“Miss Nakia.”
She looked back to lock eyes with Everett, who gave her an adorable smile.
“It was nice seeing you again.”
She returned his smile with one of her own. “It was nice seeing you too.”
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(ROSS BUTLER, CISMALE) - Have you seen KINGSTON EVERETT? KING is in HIS JUNIOR year. The SOCIAL WORK MAJOR is 25 years old & is a SAGITTARIUS. People say HE is COMPASSIONATE, CHARMING, UNFULFILLED and IMPULSIVE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that HE SLEPT WITH HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND’S TWIN BROTHER WHILE THEY WERE STILL TOGETHER.
basic info
full name: kingston everett
birth date: november 25, 1994
pronouns: he/him
hometown: chicago, illinois
sexuality: panexual
height: 6′5″
eye color: dark brown
hair color: black
build: slim, sometimes trying to get back to his peak form but also not caring as much
tattoos: got a tramp stamp once on a dare (yes, he was drinking, no he doesn’t still have it)
piercings: none
style: sometimes dresses nice because he feels like it, other times he looks like an actual dumpster fire
favorite color: forest green
favorite food: everything
zodiac: sagittarius sun, leo moon, libra rising
mbti: entj
hogwarts house: gryffindor
enneagram: type 9 wing 1
temperament: phlegmatic-melancholy
alignment: chaotic good
kingston everett landed his first magazine cover a week after he was born; people magazine payed a great deal of money for the exclusive on the newborn everett baby. born to the academy award winning actor/director team of harrison and mei everett, people were reading about him before he even knew how to read, started commenting on his wardrobe choices before he could tie his shoes -- when he was fourteen, a random person on the street asked how he was handling not making the football team. he was never sure who his true friends were and who was just using him for his fame, which was why he generally just hung out with the cast and crew of whatever film her parents were working on. he fit in better with adults, anyways -- he had always been mature for his age -- and even if it did get lonely sometimes during takes when everyone was busy doing their jobs, kingston still loved every moment. the energy on set was incomparable to anything he had ever felt...until he hopped in front of the camera himself.
king had started out hopping into frame whenever they needed a random kid so the crew wouldn't have to go through a whole casting process, and by age fifteen he started acting in his own projects. he was a natural and he loved stepping into someone else's shoes, even if just for a little while. the bigger roles started flooding in, but the bigger his own celebrity got, the more he felt as though he didn't truly belong. the crew that had been his family never seemed to want to talk to him anymore, and the camaraderie he'd fallen in love with vanished. his name was too big for him to feel comfortable with anyone outside of the industry, and a terribly loneliness filled him. after being cast in the new power rangers movie, king had a full-on identity crisis and disappeared. nobody knew where he'd gone, though gossip rags had plenty of incorrect guesses. nobody suspected that he'd joined the peace corps, and he laid low in south america for two years while he left his world on fire back home.
when he returned, he felt good about actually making a difference, and hoped he could find some peace in his old world. unfortunately, his newly minted "flight risk" status meant his old world didn't want him. burger king wouldn't even hire him, and he found himself relying on his name to get anything. that was where yates came in. harrison everett was from an “old money” family that gave him everything he needed so he could focus on his passions instead of making ends meet, and he was a legacy at yates (and calloway society). begrudgingly, king asked for his father’s help to get into university, because the last thing he wanted at that moment was to hop back into the black hole of hollywood that threatened to swallow him whole. his enrollment was still reported on, obviously, but after three years, it’s tapered off considerably.
the problem with attending university was kingston still had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. he wanted to help people, sure, but how? social work was the closest to what he wanted to do -- though a career in politics is still on the table -- and it’s what he’s sticking with until he graduates. that is, as long as his “flight” response isn’t triggered again.
about his secret: the affair in question happened right before he left for south america, and it was one of the events that triggered his disappearance. he broke up with the girl in a hasty text, never spoke to her brother again, and ran. out of every shitty thing he’s done in his life, it’s the one he regrets the most, and the one thing he’s been able to hide from the tabloids somehow.
wanted connections: will also be posted later because i have to go walk my grandparents’ dog after work and i leave in ten minutes, like for me to come at you!!
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Everpanther Collection 154
Summary: Prompt from Anon on Tumblr - au where everett is an assassin sent to kill tchalla but he ends up falling in love
The American government rarely used assassins. But when they did, and when they needed an assassination done quickly and quietly, they called Everett Ross. Ross had been trained in Russia by the Black Widows. No one was sure how an American child ended up in Russia, but no one complained. Today, Everett had been given what probably his most dangerous job.
“The king of Wakanda?”
“Yes. We need the vibranium in his country, but outsiders cannot access it.”
“And what makes you think whoever succeeds him will be any different?”
“Because we have chosen his successor. A Council member, desperate for money. He will do as we say. So, will you take the job?”
“Of course, consider it done.”
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Getting close to the king had been surprisingly easy. Save his little sister from an accident of Everett’s creation and T’Challa was ready to do anything. Include bring the assassin back to Wakanda to treat his injuries. He was a nice man. It was a pity that Everett had to kill him.
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There was a slight problem with the plan to kill the Wakandan king. Namely that Everett was falling in love with him. He couldn’t help it. T’Challa was intelligent, wise, kind-hearted and generous. He opened up his country to a complete stranger because he saved Shuri. It was ridiculous.
And maybe Everett was crazy, but it seemed like T’Challa returned his feelings? The younger man made numerous excuses to spend time with him, some of them incredibly stupid (Everett was pretty sure that the king of the country didn’t need an identity card, but what did he know?). All of this meant one thing. Everett had to tell T’Challa the truth. That he was sent here to kill the other man. That he had fallen in love with him instead. This was gonna be interesting.
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T’Challa smiled at the man sitting across from him. Everett was an interesting man. He saved the princess of another country and asked for nothing in return. The man was generous, smart, kind and funny. Was it any surprise that T’Challa was falling for him? There was however, one little hiccup.
“I was sent here to assassinate you.”
“Yes, we know. We ran a very detailed background check. You have killed a lot of people Everett Ross, most of them bad. Some of them not.”
Everett deflated. He knew his time spent here had been too good to be true.
“So, what now? You arrest me? Execute me.”
T’Challa laughed. He stood and moved to the other side of the table, kneeling before the assassin, taking his pale hands in his own.
“Everett, how many chances have you had to kill me in the past three months.”
“Um, sixty-six? We were left alone a lot.”
“Exactly. And you never once took that chance. I am still alive because you decided not to kill me.”
“So, what? I get off scot-free? What about the Council member?”
“She has been dealt with. She was imprisoned before you even got here. Everett, you are safe here. Please, stay here. Stay with me.”
“And by with you, you mean?”
“I wish to court you. Marry you one day. If you want to.”
“I definitely want to.”
A/N I have been writing this fic since the 19th of February 2019. That is two years! A massive thank you to everyone who has read this fic, who has commented and who has left me prompts! You guys are awesome!!!
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Foreign Love
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: T’Challa x Male!Reader
Summary: You knew expected him as much as he never expected you.
Word Count: 1314
Request: A Black Panther/T'Challa x Male!Reader, where the M!Reader is embroiled in T'Challa's mission to take back Wakanda from Killmonger after his CIA mentor Everett Ross is shot and taken to the mystical African nation to be healed. The Male!Reader finds himself falling for the new king of Wakanda while T'Challa finds himself falling for the foreigner as well.
A/n: Everytime I use the quotation or the apostrophe it turns funny, so I suggest you read on my blog rather on your dashboard. I don’t know how to fix it if someone knows hit me up!
“He’s quiet.”
You overheard on the jet, you choose to ignore it. You felt the stares of the king, the spy and the general. You shrink back as you stare at your mentor, the three couldn’t just leave you there in America, you were there in Korea, so you were in the plan as much as Everett Ross was.
“Go talk to him!” Nakia pushed T’Challa towards you.
T’Challa glared at the girls, who smirked smugly, before making his way to you. You look up at him before slightly bowing your head away from his direction. T’Challa rubbed his hands on jeans, looking at the girls who waved their hands towards you.
“I haven’t formally introduced myself to you.” He spoke, making you look at him with a soft smile.
“No need, King T’Challa,” shaking your head before looking at the girls then back at the king, “I’m (y/n) (l/n). Apprentice of Ross.”
“Ah, well, that is Nakia and Okoye.” T’Challa introduced before holding his hand towards you, “You don’t have to refer me as King, I am not your King.”
“Perhaps not, but it is out of respect also the general looks like she wants to kill me if I don’t.” You pointed out shyly before T’Challa looking at Okoye with a glare, discreetly waving his hand to calm down the hostility.
“Were you at the accord signing?” T’Challa questioned, trying to get you to talk, noticing your stiff shoulders and tense body.
“Yeah,” you muttered before shrugging your shoulders at him, “I was there when you revealed that you were the black panther, speaking of which, you never answered Wilson’s question.”
T’Challa raised an eyebrow, tilting his head questioning. This made you grin up at the king, who felt flush at the sight of a beaming boy at him.
“So, you like cats?”
Your friendship had quickly blossomed from there, you were kept in Shuri’s lab monitoring your mentor’s health but also getting educated by a fifteen-year-old on some new inventions. You were informed of every possible information that affected the king, also meaning the apparent death of T’Challa.
You found it bitter, you were constantly on the run. You were on the run from the police back in America, running away from enemies, and now an angry fuel American claiming justice. You saw Killmonger’s perspective, the technology that Shuri played was a step into the future if they just had shared.
But, you never wanted to side with Killmonger, he was going the wrong way about it. Now, you were on the run once again, running from an injustice kingdom and freezing your balls off as Nakia thought that going to M’Baku was a good idea.
You were terrified for your life, as much as you wanted T’Challa to be alive, you wanted home. You longed for long training days back at the headquarters, taking challenges in America but yet here you were, hoping that a king would be alive because god damn it, you let your heart overrule your head once again.
As you cherish the moments that T’Challa would make you laugh and tell you tales of Wakanda, making you feel relax despite being in the presence of royalty. You cherish the moments when T’Challa looked genuinely intrigued with your stories of home and found you interesting.
You felt your heart leap in your chest when Shuri nudged you on the shoulder saying you were staring at her brother as he walked away, or how she would offhandedly inform you about how her brother has this loving look at he listens to you talk, adoringly.
You hoped that you didn’t get attached and yet here you were, longing for someone who was dead.
Although, your feelings were much mutual as T’Challa would freeze at the sight of you talking to his baby sister, interested in her excitement. He would feel giddy as he was walking down the walkway to his sister's lab knowing full well that you would beam at his arrival.
T’Challa fucking getting you to talk because you had one of the most unique voices and he loves hearing it, even pushing you to laugh so he can hear music in his ears. He was head over heels for you, an American citizen, a foreigner on his land, but he can’t help it because every time he looks into your sparkling eyes it makes him feel nervous again.
He knew what love was and it was you. He was in love with.
When M’Baku smugly brought your group to his discovery, your heart leapt because ‘holy shit the fucking king is comatose and shirtless.’ You watched as T’Challa’s mother, sister and Nakia all hurry to T’Challa’s aid with some magical healing remedy.
You didn’t have a clue about what it was, you should really listen more to the history of Wakanda, but you got lost in T’Challa’s voice.
You almost jumped for joy when you see T’Challa rise from the snow, breathing heavily. Hugging his family first, his eyes made contact with you. His lips formed a brilliant smile which you returned.
But, the main focus was the conflict. Forming a plan quickly to overthrow Killmonger, your feelings were buried once again as you put on your agent mode. As you were about to leave, setting off for the mission, you felt someone grab you.
You turn around and saw T’Challa holding your wrist with a smile, you smiled back but then tilted your head questioning.
“I would like to walk with you before we focus on the mission.”
You looked over your shoulder to see the three; Nakia, Shuri and Ross, had started to depart. You look back at T’Challa and nodded. He smiles thankfully and walks by your side. Looking over his shoulder, without your notice, he noticed his mother waving him on to get on with it.
He smiles before turning his full attention to you, clearing his throat to grab your attention.
“Yes?”
“I would like to make clear of my feeling, if one of us were to have an unfortunate end,” T’Challa started as you looked at him with wide eyes.
“Try and think positively, I rather not think that we end up dead.” You pointed out before motioning him to continue his thoughts.
“I have fallen for you, and if this is the last time we talk I want you to know that I do truly love you, I haven’t even surprised myself with this revelation but I am happy that it is you,” T’Challa spoke sincerely, “You may not feel the same, and you are not obliged to either. I am content with knowing how much you mean to me.”
“T’Challa,” You spoke tentatively, smiling at him gently, “And I’m glad that you do love me because I have fallen for you too. I realised how much I cared and love you when I heard the news that you were dead, I never thought that you would feel the same.”
T’Challa was fully grinning down at you, his heart doing flips as his stomach was full of butterflies, your eyes sparkled at him. He was overjoyed, wanting to pick you up and twirl you around but he knew that was not how he is supposed to act.
“I guess now we have something to live for, we fight for each other.” You discoursed, sighing, stooping and putting your hand on his cheek, “I want you to survive, T’Challa, I can’t lose you again.”
T’Challa leaning against the softness of your hand, nodded, “I will, for you, for my family and for the good of Wakanda.”
You smiled before tugging on his hand and begin to walk again. T’Challa observed you as you walked in silence, but your hands intertwined with each other, a support. He knew he wouldn’t want it any other kind of love.
A foreign type of love.
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“BLACK PANTHER” (2018) Review
"BLACK PANTHER" (2018) Review
I am going to be brutally honest. For the past three years, I have harbored mixed feelings about the output from the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). The year 2015 produced one movie that I found entertaining, yet disappointing; and another film that I found entertaining and original, but not exactly mind blowing. But the years 2016 and 2017 proved to be very disappointing, as far as MCU movies were concerned. By the end of 2017, I thought the MCU had finally lost its mojo . . . until I saw "BLACK PANTHER", early in the following year.
I realize many might find my comments something of a head scratcher. What exactly was wrong with the MCU films between 2015-2017? Well . . . I thought "THE AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON" was entertaining, yet problematic. I enjoyed "ANT-MAN" very much, but I would never regard it as one of the franchise's best. The movies, starting with 2016's "CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR" and ending with 2017's "THOR: RAGNAROK", struck me as very disappointing and somewhat inferior. Despite the fact that the franchise was raking in millions - or billions - with these films, I personally believed it had reached an artistic abyss . . . until I saw "BLACK PANTHER". Not only did I find the latter film entertaining, I also regard it as one of the better MCU films I have seen in the franchise's ten-year history. With "BLACK PANTHER", it seemed the MCU had not only climbed out of the abyss, but had reached (or nearly reached) a pinnacle.
"BLACK PANTHER" basically told the story about King T'Challa aka Black Panther adjusting to his role as the new sovereign of Wakanda, an isolated and fictional African nation that is the most technically advanced in the world, thanks to the vibranium metal within its borders. Wakanda has spent most of its existence pretending to be a poor, third-world nation in order to protect itself from the world - especially Western nations - and prevent them from learning about its rich source of vibranium. The narrative for "BLACK PANTHER" picked up at least a week after the events of "CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR". T'Challa and his premier bodyguard and leader of the Dora Milaje regiment, Okoye; extract Nakia, T'Challa's ex-lover and a Wakandan spy, from an undercover assignment in Nigeria. All three returned to Wakanda's capital to participate in T'Challa coronation as the new king. During the ceremony, the leaders of Wakanda's five tribes are each given the opportunity to challenge the temporarily de-powered (via a potion that expunges his super strength and speed) T'Challa's role as the new king by ritual combat. One of the leaders, M'Baku of the mountainous Jabari Tribe, challenges T'Challa. After a fierce fight, M'Baku concedes defeat and T'Challa is officially acknowledged as King of Wakanda.
Unfortunately, T'Challa's triumph is short-lived when Wakanda intelligence becomes aware of a robbery committed by a group of thieves led by an old foe of the country's, Ulysses Klaue. The latter had stolen an old Wakanda artifact from a London museum that contains vibranium, a metal substance that has allowed Wakanda to become the most technically advanced nation in the world . . . unbeknownst to other nations. When Wakanda intelligence learns that Klaue plans to sell the vibranium to the C.I.A. at a location in Busan, South Korea; T'Challa, Nakia and Okoye travel there to interrupt the planned sale and arrest the arms dealer. Instead of arresting Klaue, T'Challa stumbles across a family secret involving one of Klaue's fellow thieves, an African-American named Eric Stevens aka Killmonger, which will threaten his position on the Wakanda throne and endanger the country itself.
After being disappointed by five MCU movies in a row, I found myself wondering if I would ever enjoy a movie from the franchise again. Thankfully, "BLACK PANTHER" proved to be a more than pleasant surprise. Thanks to Ryan Coogler's direction and the excellent screenplay that he co-wrote with Joe Robert Cole, "BLACK PANTHER" proved to be a unique film that combined the usual elements of a comic book movie, a family drama and a rare exploration into the political and social aspects of the African diaspora.
Family drama is nothing new to the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). Audiences have seen this played out in movies like the Thor trilogy, 2015's "ANT-MAN", and to a certain extent, 2008's "THE INCREDIBLE HULK". "BLACK PANTHER" is another addition in which a deadly encounter between T'Challa's father and uncle - King T'Chaka and Prince N'Jobu in 1992, led to the new king learning about his cousin and N'Jobu's half-American cousin, Erik "Killmonger" Stevens aka Prince N'Jadaka. That 1992 encounter led to Erik becoming an orphan and abandoned by his isolationist uncle T'Chaka. This, in turn, led Erik to see revenge against the nation of Wakanda. Ironically, Erik never got the chance to exact his revenge on the very person responsible for his loss, namely his uncle, who was killed by Helmut Zemo's bomb in "CIVIL WAR". But for him, T'Challa and Wakanda served as a convenient scapegoat for his vengeance.
What made all of this even more fascinating and a lot more original than the MCU's other family dramas was how Coogler and Cole managed to mix a good deal of political controversy into this family saga. One of the reasons Prince N'Jobu had fallen out of favor with his older brother was his growing disenchantment with Wakanda's isolationist policy with the world - including those of the African diaspora around the world. After his experiences in late 20th century Oakland, N'Jobu decided to reveal Wakanda's existence to Ulysses Klaue and help the latter infiltrate Wakanda to smuggle out more vibranium. N'Jobu had planned to use the vibranium to create weapons and lead a revolution of the African diaspora against the dominating Western nations. With his father dead, Erik planned to not only get his revenge against the Royal House of Wakanda, but also carry out N'Jobu's plans. Watching this, I am reminded of Loki's plans in 2011's "THOR" - namely to keep a powerless Thor stranded on Earth, while he sets up the Frost Giants' destruction and win Odin's favor. As much I had enjoyed that movie, Loki's plans seemed rather lame to me in compare to Erik's. But what made this story arc even more interesting is that in the end . . . Erik's plans to use Wakanda weapons to conquer the world eventually led to T'Challa's decision to finally end Wakanda's isolationist policy.
"BLACK PANTHER" featured some pretty solid action sequences. I enjoyed the sequence featuring T'Challa and M'Baku's fight for the throne; Erik and Klaue's confrontation at an abandoned South Korean airfield; T'Challa and Erik's battle for the throne; and the Battle of Mount Bashenga, in which T'Challa and his forces attempted to prevent Erik and the Border Tribe from sending Wakanda weapons to the outside world. All are pretty good action sequences. But if I had to select my favorite, it would be the confrontation at the Busan casino between T'Challa, Nakia and Okoye against Klaue and his minions. With C.I.A. Agent Everett Ross thrown into the mix, this particular sequence was simply boss, especially since it lead to a wild car chase on the streets of Busan. That once scene featuring Okoye slamming her wig into the face of a Klaue minion will probably remain imprinted in my mind for years to come.
Another aspect of "BLACK PANTHER" that I admired was the film's production designs. Mind you, the film maintained that same flat photography that the MCU has become infamous for. However, I think Rachel Morrison's photography was enhanced by some sharp colors, the movie's visual effects, Hannah Beachler's gorgeous production designs that convey the world of Wakanda, along with the art direction team led by Alan Hook. Aside from Beachler's production designs, I was especially impressed by Oscar and Emmy nominee Ruth E. Carter's costume designs. Someone had compared them to those costumes featured in the 1988 comedy, "COMING TO AMERICA". But honestly . . . I think I prefer Carter's more natural designs, as featured in the images below:
But all of the above would have meant nothing without the talented cast for the film. "BLACK PANTHER" featured some first-rate performances from the likes of Daniel Kaluuya, who portrayed Border Tribe leader W'Kabi, who desires his own personal vengeance against Ulysses Klaue; Sterling K. Brown as the revolutionary Prince N'Jobu; both John Kani and son Atandwa Kani as the older and younger versions of King T'Chaka; Angela Bassett as T'Challa's strong-willed, yet loving mother and advisor, Queen Ramonda; Denzel Whitaker, who gave a solid performance as the younger Zuri; and Martin Freeman as C.I.A. Agent Everett Ross, who proved to me more entertaining and relevant in this film than he was in "CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR".
However, there were those performances that really impressed me. One came from Andy Serkis, who was a hoot as the murderous, yet over-the-top South African arms dealer, Ulysses Klaue. Letitia Wright was equally entertaining as T'Challa's witty and charming sister, the tech-savy Princess Shuri. Another came from Lupita Nyong'o, who gave a passionate and heartfelt portrayal of Wakandan intelligence agent and T'Challa's former girlfriend, Nakia. Forest Whitaker gave a first-rate performance as Wakanda's top courtier and former spy, Zuri. Whitaker was especially impressive in one scene in which his character was forced to confess King T'Chaka's past actions regarding N'Jobu and Erik Killmonger. Winston Duke was very impressive, imposing and at times, rather amusing as M'Baku, leader of the mountainous Jabari Tribe. Also, his first appearance in the film - during T'Challa's coronation ceremony - is one of the most memorable moments I have seen in a movie for quite some time. Danai Gurira was equally impressive and imposing as Okoyo, the traditionalist leader of the king's bodyguards - the Dora Milaje. Although I found her character's conservatism a bit annoying at times, I must admit that Gurira gave one hell of a performance.
However, this movie is really about two characters - King T'Challa of Wakanda aka the Black Panther and his paternal cousin Erik "Killmonger" Stevens aka Prince N'Jadaka. Yes, I know that the movie is called "BLACK PANTHER". But to be honest, this movie is about both cousins and how their conflicting views on Wakanda's role in the world and especially upon the African diaspora.
Chadwick Boseman's second turn as T'Challa proved to be a different kettle of fish from the driven newly ascended king determined to seek revenge for the death of his father, T'Chaka in "CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR". In this film, Boseman gave a more relaxed performance as the happy and more satisfied young king, eagerly anticipating, yet slightly fearing his new role as king. However, Boseman's relaxed performance skillfully transformed into one of disbelief, anger and outrage when T'Challa learned about his father's actions back in Oakland 1992. This was especially apparent in two scenes in which Boseman gave outstanding performances. The first scene featured his confrontation with Zuri, who confessed the true circumstances about Oakland. Boseman gave a very intimidating, yet regal performance in that scene. The other featured T'Challa's second dream in which he expressed anger and disappointment at his father's spirit for what happened to Erik.
Speaking of the latter, Michael B. Jordan has been receiving rave reviews for his performance as Erik "Killmonger". Some have been declaring his character as the best MCU villain ever. I do not know if I agree with that assessment. But I must admit that Jordan gave one of the most skillfully ambiguous performances I have encountered in the franchise. Audiences could easily sympathize with his backstory - the young boy who had lost his parents and abandoned. Also, one cannot help but admired Erik's desire to help those African nations and members of the African diaspora - something that his cousin seemed unwilling to do. And yet, the level of violence Erik seemed willing to utilize in order to achieve his goal or his unwillingness to face that the one person who had truly wronged him was dead justified why the talented Jordan had portrayed him such ambiguity.
As much as I enjoyed "BLACK PANTHER", I did have some problems with the film. One, there is a chance that I may have stumbled across a major writing blooper. In "CIVIL WAR", Avenger Wanda Maximoff aka the Scarlet Witch had accidentally killed a group of Wakanda subjects during a mission in Lagos, Nigeria. The Wakandans had been there on a goodwill mission. This lead King T'Chaka to publicly support the Sokovia Accords - an act that led to his death. And yet, Ryan Coogler and Joe Robert Cole made it clear in the 2018 movie's screenplay that Wakanda has practiced a policy of isolationism for centuries. Although Coogler and Cole remembered T'Chaka's death in the 2016 movie and Bucky Barnes' presence on Wakanda soil, they apparently forgot about this goodwill mission in Nigeria. Also, why did Erik Stevens wait so long to travel to Wakanda and make a bid for the throne? He could have challenged his uncle T'Chaka for the throne and get his revenge against the very man who had wronged him. Instead, he waited until after T'Chaka's death. Why?
Exactly when did Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes arrive in Wakanda, as shown in one of the post-title scenes in "CIVIL WAR'? The movie opened with T'Challa and Okoye returning to Wakanda for the first time since T'Chaka's death. Were both Steve and Bucky aboard T'Challa's plane? Were they aboard the Avenger jet that Steve had used to fly to Russia in the 2016 movie? Where were they? In fact, there was no scene featuring the pair's arrival in Wakanda for the first time, which I found rather odd. Speaking of arrivals, why was Okoye with T'Challa when he first returned to Wakanda? I realize that she was the leader of the Dora Milaje and that King T'Chaka was in Austria at the time of his death. But Okoye was missing in a scene from "CIVIL WAR" in which Avenger Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow had sought T'Challa's help to track down Steve, Bucky and Sam Wilson aka the Falcon. As the king's leading bodyguard, she should have been there - whether with T'Chaka or T'Challa. Instead, another Dora Milaje bodyguard named Ayo (portrayed by actress/model Florence Kasumba) was there. Yet, the latter was missing aboard T'Challa's plane upon his return to Wakanda. One last question . . . why did T'Challa's closest friend, W'Kabi of the Border Tribe, seemed so willing to help Erik carry out his anti-isolationist policies? Why? I understand that he might be grateful to Erik for finally killing Klaue, the man who had killed his father years ago. But am I really to believe that his gratitude extended to supporting Erik's decision to end Wakanda's isolationist policy . . . especially since he had made it clear earlier in the film that he fully supported the old policy? Was he really that grateful to fight on Erik's behalf when T'Challa had returned alive to resume the challenge against Erik? I truly found this hard to believe.
And why was the only truly negative black character in this film was the only one of some American ancestry? There was something about the film's portrayal of African-Americans that struck me as rather negative and a bit one-dimensional. In this film, African-Americans seemed to consist solely of poor and slightly thuggish people barely capable of surviving on their own, except through criminal activities. The idea of Wakanda coming to their "rescue" with advanced technology made the latter country seem very similar to the White Savior trope. And if Wakanda was going to share their technology, why did T'Challa do so with the entire international community, instead of simply other African nations and the African diaspora . . . as Nakia had originally suggested? Considering that Erik had pointed out that many countries - especially in the West - were catching up technically with Wakanda, along with the international community's generally negative attitude toward African nations and those of the African diaspora; I cannot help but wonder if T'Challa had ever considered that many of the more wealthier nations would take advantage of his generosity at the first opportunity? Or was this plot twist something that Kevin Feige and the other Marvel/Disney suits had insisted that Coogler and Cole include?
However . . . despite these misgivings I have about "BLACK PANTHER", I cannot deny that I truly enjoyed the movie. I did. I thought Ryan Coogler, along with screenwriter Joe Robert Cole and a talented cast led by Chadwick Boseman, did an exceptional job in bringing comic book hero the Black Panther and the world of Wakanda to life. At this moment, "BLACK PANTHER" has become one of my five favorite movies in the MCU franchise.
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T’Challa Breaks the Internet
Fandom(s): Black Panther, MCU
Rating: Not rated (mainly gen w/hints of smutty goodness with the possibility of future smut, because y’all know me)
Relationship(s): Shuri & T’Challa. T’Challa x reader
Summary: Have you ever wondered what our Lord and savior, the Black Panther, King of Wakanda, T'Challa, would do, how would he react if he found out about the stories we write or the art we make? Now's your chance!
Warning(s): Humor, quirky humor. Basically, this fic gives tribute to the good and the bad fics of the Black Panther fandom, the fics you can tell were written from a black perspective or the non-black population.
WinterPanther, EverPanther (why is Everett Ross/T’Challa a thing, idk), TaserPanther, and more, they all get a time to be razzed and cross examined. If you get offended, well, it’s just more funny for me.
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Fanart and T’Chucky (WinterPanther)
The sound of your stifled chuckles should have first clued him in.
To be fair to himself, though, he was immersed in paperwork and had only glanced up briefly to see what amused you so. You are sitting cross legged in a chair across the room, fist propped underneath your chin and your right hand carefully balancing a tablet in your hold so that it wouldn’t fall, eyes fastened to the screen.
“What is so funny?”
Shuri’s ‘innocent’ expression all but screams of mischief, her lips pulled down at the corners as she tried to maintain a serious appearance, which is suspicious in and of itself. “Nothing.”
Then it’s definitely something.
Weary but feeling that the paperwork needed to be done today, soon, he glanced back down at his work. Just as he did so, however, the duo were giggling again and whispering now too. T’Challa spent fifteen minutes re-reading the same sentence over and over again before he couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer.
“I want to laugh as well.” he complained. “Tell me!”
T’Challa was not whining, he really isn’t. Kings did not whine.
Looking up from the tablet, you snorted. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.”
“No! He won’t see the funny side, Y/N!” Shuri tried to snatch the tablet away but you leaned out of reaching distance.
Face screwing up into a frown, he scoffed at his sister. Sucking on his teeth, he cut his eyes at her and buffed his nails on his silk black shirt. “What are you talking about? I have a sense of humor!”
Shuri muttered something distinctly unflattering underneath her breath and you lightly nudged her, wordlessly telling her to stop. “Right, of course…” Even her words are unenthusiastic.
T’Challa lets her tone roll off his shoulders because you’re soon half sitting in his lap, one arm thrown behind the back of the chair, and offering the tablet. Before the query could pass his lips, wondering what he is to be looking at exactly, you’ve tapped the screen so that it lights up and he’s gazing at a very detailed picture of...himself? In the Black Panther suit.
“Fanart.” Your voice stated overhead. “You became very popular after the...debacle with Tony Stark and the other Avengers.”
Zemo had been a crafty adversary, releasing the footage of the airport battle, the Winter Soldier murdering the Starks, and also the two-on-one fight between Barnes, Rogers, and Stark; the Stark heir spent many months secluded from public eye afterwards, not that T’Challa could blame him. Nonetheless, it had fallen squarely on his shoulders to entertain the U.N. and wrangle Thaddeus Ross into a lower position of authority; not an easy feat, especially because the man was slippery as a snake.
“Mm,” he made a noncommittal noise and clicked on the ‘visit’ button. Google opened a new tab, taking him to the creator’s page on DeviantArt. “This, saifuddindayana, he or she, is very talented.”
“You, you like it?”
He shrugged. “Who doesn’t like being adored by fans?” T’Challa smirked.
Shuri let out a ‘Ha!’ “Y/N is babying you. Google T’Chucky or WinterPanther.” He hesitated and she pounced on it. “Are you scared?”
“I am not scared!”
“T’Challa, you really shouldn’t--”
He Googled the terms and immediately wished he could rewind time.
“Is that Sgt. Barnes and I?” The detail of the art is intricate, beautiful and obscene. T’Challa felt his skin become heated with embarrassment when he saw several pictures of a...sexual nature. He was grateful that his skin tone is dark enough to hide the blush. “Who is, why are they,” his eyes darted around the room, not focusing on any one thing. “We tried to kill each other!”
“Apparently after attempted murder, the only thing is up. Romantic walks at night and candle lit dinners.” You tease. T’Challa’s horrified expression tickles your funny bone and you can’t help but laugh, even as you leaned forward to kiss his brow.
“Most cases, the fanfic authors just jump straight to the sex.” Shuri added, ruining the touching moment.
Fan...fiction? “People are writing stories ?!”
You sighed. “Shuri…”
It took several minutes, with some pleading, bargaining and placating kisses, before T’Challa calmed down. His eyes flicker to yours, to the wall, to Shuri, who’s quietly snickering at more fanart or fanfics, and then back to you.
“I don’t understand.”
“Personally, I don’t understand why anyone ships Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together,” his brow furrowed in confusion, unsure what you meant about ‘ships’, but also wondering what a children’s series had to do with anything. “But the human mind does like the illicit and forbidden. What’s more steamy and exciting than a romance between the fierce Winter Soldier and the enigmatic Black Panther?”
“My relationship with you.” T’Challa stated simply.
“See!” Pointing her finger at her brother in an ‘Aha!’ manner, she glanced at you. “I told you that he wouldn’t get the funny side.”
“He’s new to this. Give him a chance.” Making a ‘calm down’ motion, you turn your attention back to your lover because that was certainly an ‘Awww!’ moment. “And honey, I know you love me. I love you too, but--”
“No. No, ‘but’. I know that look in your eye, Y/N, and you will not convince me to change my mind.” He crossed his arms and glanced away. That was that, subject closed.
Except that it wasn’t.
“I promise that if you don’t like one fanfic that I read, or at least a chapter, or you don’t laugh at it, we’ll drop this and never speak of it again.” You bargain. He glowered. You raised an eyebrow. He huffed. You smiled and took the tablet back, typing quickly.
Once you found a fic, something less scandalizing and not porn (which would for sure have him run for the hills), you cleared your throat and when you spoke next, you changed your voice so that it mimicked the traumatized super soldier’s drawl. “‘ Alright, I'll say it. I'm sorry for all the....fighting. I feel bad for hurting you.’”.
Shuri seemed to have the same idea, as she participated too, becoming something of a narrator, “He felt his hands get clammy and his heart beat to pick up. It was always nerve-racking for him to apologize in such a quiet setting. Thankfully, T'challa sensed this and put his hand over Bucky's. This slowed Bucky's heartbeat but caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach.”
Switching the pitch of your voice so that it’s more soft, understanding, you continue on reading, "it's okay, Bucky. I'm sorry for fighting you at probably every chance I got. I hope we're okay after this."
Again, Shuri interjected, reading her line. “T'challa gave him a small smile which Bucky returned.”
‘Oh, this is a fun part.’ Lips twitching with amusement, you struggled not to laugh, even as you used your ‘Bucky’ voice again. "‘If I knew you were so cute, I wouldn't have tried anything.’"
Just because you’re in a smarmy mood, you give T’Challa the most outrageous wink and you’re rewarded when he, who’d been so quiet throughout the impromptu ‘play’, snorted, then covered his mouth, as if dismayed he’d been bested by such a cheesy gesture.
Shuri doesn’t even try to stop her laughter, even as she reads the next line. “T'challa starts giggling like a school girl which sets off Bucky's own laughter.”
The real life T’Challa still had his hand covering his mouth so you poked him in a ticklish area, and he flinched, a muffled snort coming from behind his hand, so you poked him again. “You laughed. You laughed , I win.”
Finally, he let his hand down but he was smiling. “I couldn’t NOT laugh at such...I don’t even have the words for it. Clearly this fanfic, what is the title of this story again?”
“‘A Starbucks Afternoon’ by Im__A__Brooklyn__Baby.” You tell him.
“Clearly it’s written by a teenager. Worse, a hipster teenager.” he sniffed. “Let me read this myself, this sounds like a date...” As he took the tablet back from you, he was oblivious to the fact that Shuri and you shared a thumbs up.
Mission accomplished, bullet dodged.
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Savior- Bucky Barnes Imagine Word count: 1522 Warnings:fighting, physical injuries and swearing. A/N: I’m still without my computer so I’m writing from my phone. Send your request and check the prompt list! James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky Barnes or maybe you know him as the Winter Soldier. I first met him in Washington, he was about to shot Steve Rogers, my best friend and my only family in the entire world. Steve was knocked out on the ground and I stepped between his body and the super soldier. He looked me with his eyes filled with rage and hate. He had beautiful eyes. He was pointing at me with his gun. “Wait! He’s your friend, Steve Rogers. You’ve known him since you were a child. You are James Barnes, he calls you Bucky. Please don’t hurt my friend, he’s everything I’ve got left” I begged him mercy, he ran away furious. That was the last time I saw him, two years ago. Then Sharon texted me an address. I showed it to Steve and his face glowed. It was the most likely place where we could find his bestie. It was a building. We entered in an apartment, very organized. It was a book over the fridge and Steve took it, I turned around and almost had a heart attack. It was Bucky looking at us in silence, he had a red t-shirt that made him look pretty handsome. I was about to draw my gun but my partner stopped me. "Do you remember us?” He spoke quietly. "You’re Steve, I read about you in a museum. I don’t know who she is, she stopped me from killing you” he said without any possible feeling. “She’s agent Y/N Y/L/N. You can trust her. We need to leave now, people are coming to take you but they’re not thinking in taking you alive. I know you’re nervous. Nobody has to get hurt” Steve was so kind but strict at the same time, no wonder why he is captain. “It doesn’t have to end in a fight Sargent Barnes” I said looking at his deep eyes. "It always ends in a fight” he said taking off his gloves and that revealed the cold silver metal underneath. A grenade came from outside the window, Bucky kicked it and Steve covered it with his shield. A man came from the window and grabbed me from behind, I managed to punch him in the right places and he fell down on the ground. Someone shot at Buck but he shield himself with his vibranium arm, one bullet bounced off and ended up in my arm. I cried in pain and Bucky looked at me worried. "We need to get out of here. Now!” I kicked the damn door and a few german agents flew with it. It was so many agents to me, Bucky and Steve followed me and helped. I shot at some but Steve didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Bucky was irrational, he was trying to survive without thinking of the costs. He threw a man and almost die from the fall but Steve caught him right on time. “Cmon man!” He yelled at his friend. I was laughing. Buck kicked a door and threw himself outside the window. I watched him from the window and saw a big black cat jumping from the roof. The cat was actually a man in a costume. Another vigilante, I thought. I jumped trying to stop him from killing James. The man in the black cat suit was fighting Bucky. I shot at him but nothing happened. Vibranium. It was the only way. Nat gave me a thing that was like a small grenade that sticked to your body and gave you enough electricity to be down for two minutes. I threw it at the man and he fell down. I grabbed Bucky by his metal arm and ran with him. He let go of me, of course. Man from the 40s, would never let a woman have the control of the situation. I saw a big fall from the roof we were to the floor, he noticed I was a little big scared so he took me in his arms and jumped. We arrived safely and kept running. Bucky grabbed a motorcycle and I jumped with him to get in it. I don’t know how but the cat suit guy made us jump off the motorcycle, we were surrounded. Steve, Sam, Bucky, this crazy ass guy and me were pointed at with like 200 guns. War Machine, aka Rhodes, arrived and called us criminals. The man in the suit took off his helmet and showed himself, he was prince T'Challa, from Wakanda. He was staring at me, with a disappointed look. “Your highness” Rhodes said. We were taken to the Joint Counter Terrorism Center, where Everett K. Ross was waiting for us. He was like the boss of everyone, including my dear friend Sharon Carter. I was the only handcuffed, Steve was sitting next to me worried as hell. His best friend was accused of murder and he couldn't do anything about it. Sam was arguing with Sharon about his bird suit. I was lost in my thoughts when secretary Ross spoke directly to me. "Any questions miss Y/N?" He inquired. "Why am I only one handcuffed?" I raised my wrists in order to show my question. "You hurt the new king of Wakanda with an electric device. That makes you dangerous" I was pissed. "Really? Dangerous? Steve is a super soldier that survived for like 100 years. Sam is a ex soldier with wings and hurt the king T'Challa as well" Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh god Ross. Remove her handcuffs please. She will be hours complaining. Oh look the interrogatory started" A guard removed my handcuffs and I could see the interrogatory room from a screen. He was sitting in the most awful chair ever. It was like a cell. I was feeling super sad for him, everything he had gone through and there was people trying to screw him up. Suddenly the power went out. I panicked, Sharon whispered to me where he was. Sam, Steve and I ran to his rescue. The golden trio. I walked into a destroyed room. The interrogator was lying on the floor. There was no sign of Bucky so far. He came out of the blue and grabbed me by my neck and pulled me up the wall. He was not letting me breathe. I looked for mercy in his eyes but it was pointless. I looked around and saw a red book with a black star on the floor. He was brainwashed again by this dude. Steve broke a piece of concrete in his back. He let go of me and I could breathe again. Sam was talking to this mysterious guy while our frozen friends left the room fighting. Sam was angry at this guy. I stood up next to him. "What did you do to him?! Why?! ANSWER ME DAMN IT" I was furious, Sam knew it and stepped back. "Mission report, December 16th, 1991" he gave me a quick smirk. Oh he was so screwed. I punched him in the face so hard I knocked him out. Sam was impressed and we left to follow our winter pal. Steve had fallen down the elevator so Sam went to help him and I chased Winter. He was fighting everyone but no one seemed to win the fight against Bucky, not even Tony, Natasha, agent 13 or even T'Challa. He was going upstairs but I stopped him. "Bucky, you know me. You can trust me. Remember. Remember your life, remember Steve, your days in the army. Sargent Barnes, James. Just-" I think he enjoyed the fact of choking me. He lifted me up from the ground. His eyes were lost, he didn't feel anything. He was lost. I just wanted to save him. He punched me in the face and everything went black. I felt like falling without fear, like there was nothing to fell on, like I was flying. My body finally got relaxed after a hellish week. I woke up on the cold floor of a garage, Steve was next to me and as soon as I saw him, I started crying. He hugged me very tight, like he always did. He was running his fingers through my hair, trying to calm me down. "Steve... I-I'm so sorry. I'm so damn sorry. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save your best friend. I'm sorry " I cried. "You did save him. He was acting like the winter soldier and you tried to pull Bucky back. You helped" he made me stand up and lead me to another dirty and cold room. "Buck, she's Y/N. your savior" Bucky was sitting in front of me, looking down at the floor. When he looked up at me, his face changed. He smiled and that smile melted my heart. His face made me want to know everything about him. Steve called me his savior but that smile and those eyes could save me whenever he wanted. "Thanks for saving me doll" Doll, oh my god. I was 100 percent sure I believed in love at first sight.
#imagine avengers#imagine marvel#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes imagine
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THE LUCY STORY
“The Ann Sothern Show” (S2;E1) ~ October 5, 1959
Directed by James V. Kern ~ Written by Leonard Gershe
Synopsis
Lucy Ricardo is mad at Ricky, so she packs her bags and moves into a hotel managed by her old friend Katy O'Connor. Finding out that Katy is unmarried, Lucy is determined to fix her up with her boss, Mr. Devry, using herself as bait. The plan backfires when Mr. Devry finds out the truth and turns the tables on the girls.
Cast
Ann Sothern (Katy O'Connor) was born Henrietta Lake in 1909. She appeared in the first “Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” “Lucy Takes a Cruise to Havana” (1957) as Susie MacNamara, the same character she played on her show “Private Secretary” from 1953 to 1957. After that show was shelved due to a contract dispute, Ball appeared in return crossover on “The Ann Sothern Show” in 1959. Sothern appeared with Ball in five films between 1933 and 1943. On “The Lucy Show,” she made seven appearances as Rosie Hannigan aka The Countess Frambois, a countess down on her luck. She was nominated for an Oscar for her final screen appearance in The Whales of August in 1987. She is buried near her home in Sun Valley, Idaho, a place also dear to Lucy and Desi.
Katy is the assistant manager of the Bartley House Hotel. She is unmarried.
Lucille Ball (Lucy Ricardo) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon, which was not a success and was canceled after just 13 episodes.
Don Porter (James Devry) played Mr. Devry for 46 episodes of “The Ann Sothern Show” from 1959 to 1961. He previously played Peter Sands on “Private Secretary” from 1953 until the show's end in 1957. In 1974 Porter had a reunion with Lucille Ball in three projects: a January episode of “Here's Lucy”; in the musical film Mame, playing snooty Mr. Upson; and in the Lucille Ball special “Happy Anniversary and Goodbye.” He died in 1997 at age 84.
Mr. Devry is the manager of the Bartley House Hotel. He is an eligible bachelor.
Ann Tyrell (Olive Smith) played Olive for 55 episodes of “The Ann Sothern Show” from 1958 to 1961. She previously played Vi Praskins on “Private Secretary” from 1953 to 1957. Critics often said that she was the “Ethel” to Ann Sothern's “Lucy.” Her last screen credit was in 1964 and she died in 1983.
Jack Mullaney (Johnny Wallace) played Mr. Wallace for 22 episodes of “The Ann Sothern Show” from 1958 to 1959. His final screen credit was in 1980's remake Little Miss Marker. He died two years later at age 52.
James V. Kern directed 22 episodes of “The Ann Sothern Show.” He began directing “I Love Lucy” in 1957 at the end of the Hollywood episodes and did a total of 40 episodes. His final directing work was for “My Three Sons.” He died in 1966. His place of death is listed as Desilu Studios.
James Gershe wrote a baker's dozen of episodes of “Private Secretary” and half a dozen of “The Ann Sothern Show.” He is best remembered for his Broadway play Butterflies Are Free, as well as the screenplay for the 1972 film. He wrote two episodes of “The Lucy Show,” one of which featured Ann Sothern. Gershe was nominated for an Oscar for 1957's Funny Face.
Ann Sothern and her sister, Bonnie Lake, wrote the series' theme song "Katy".
About her good friend, Lucille Ball once remarked, "The best comedienne in this business, bar none, is Ann Sothern."
Unlike most Desilu shows, “The Ann Sothern Show” was not filmed before a live studio audience as Sothern reportedly did not like to play comedy in front of an audience. A laugh track was used throughout the run. For a time, some episodes featured a disclaimer during the end credits reading "Audience Reaction Technically Produced."
This episode of “The Ann Sothern Show” is sponsored by Tang, a fruit-flavored drink first sold in powdered form in 1959 (meaning it was brand new when it was a sponsor) by General Foods. Sales of the beverage mix were weak until 1962, when NASA used it on John Glenn's Mercury and Gemini missions. Since then, it has been closely associated with the US space program, leading to the misconception that Tang was invented for or by NASA. Sothern and her cast would often appear in commercials for the sponsors' products at the end of the episode. She would then sign off with,
"Well, goodnight everybody. Stay happy!".
During its first two seasons, “The Ann Sothern Show” aired on Monday nights at 9:30pm on CBS immediately following Desilu’s “The Danny Thomas Show” (aka “Make Room For Daddy”). The series' first two seasons received decent ratings, however, at the start of the 1960-61 season, the series moved to Thursday nights at 9:30pm opposite the ABC hit show “The Untouchables”, also filmed by Desilu. The ratings plummeted and CBS canceled the show in the spring of 1961.
Cable channel Nick at Nite aired “The Ann Sothern Show” from 1987 to 1990. To date, no plans for a DVD release have been announced.
Ann and Lucy first became acquainted back in 1933, when both made brief appearances as bathing beauties in a Darryl Zanuck melodrama Broadway Thru a Keyhole. Although Ball has a line of dialogue, Sothern is hard to find in the chorus.
This cross-over represents the only time Lucille Ball would play Lucy Ricardo without Desi Arnaz as Ricky. In reality, Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz's marriage was ending. They would announce their separation after the final episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” in April 1960, six months after this cross-over episode of “The Ann Sothern Show” aired.
Like “I Love Lucy,” “The Ann Sothern Show” featured characters named Ethel (Alice Pearce), Fred (Arch Whiting), and Richy (Jimmy Phillips). The show also employed some of “I Love Lucy's” best character actors: Doris Singleton, Charles Lane, Elvia Allman, Ross Elliott, Paul Dubov, Howard McNear, George O'Hanlon, John Emery, Lurene Tuttle, Richard Reeves, Herb Vigran, Eleanor Audley, Jack Albertson, Van Johnson, Lawrence Dobkin, Jesslyn Fax, Jack Chefe, Norman Varden, and Joseph Kearns.
“The Ann Sothern Show” premiered on CBS on October 6, 1958, the same night that “Westinghouse Desilu Playhouse” presented “Lucy Goes To Mexico”, the season two opener of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.” For the rest of the 1958-59 season, “The Ann Sothern Show” would serve as lead in for new episodes of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.”
Arriving at Katy's office, Lucy says she has been trying for weeks to get Ricky to take her away for the weekend. That morning, Lucy found a note from Ricky on her pillow:
“Dear Lucy. Had to go skin-diving with Charlie Snyder. Be home around nine. Next weekend we go for sure.”
On “I Love Lucy” no one named Charlie Snyder was ever mentioned, nor did Ricky Ricardo ever show an interest for skin-diving. Throughout the episode, there is no mention of Little Ricky, the Mertzes, or the fact that Lucy Ricardo lives in Westport, Connecticut. It is probably assumed that the viewing audience knows Lucy's backstory from the past eight years of “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.”
Determined to teach him a lesson, Lucy checks in to the hotel that Katy manages, the [fictional] Bartley House Hotel. It is revealed that Lucy is staying in one of the Bartley's finer rooms, Suite 341. Two other real-life Manhattan hospitality establishments are mentioned: the Plaza Hotel and the Pierre Hotel. The Plaza is on the corner of 5th Avenue and 59th Street and opened to the public in 1907. The Pierre is a luxury hotel that opened in 1930 and is situated on Fifth Avenue at 61st Street, facing Central Park.
Lucy says that she calls herself 'Lucille' when things get serious. In fact, on “I Love Lucy” Lucy never called herself Lucille, nor did anyone else. Her full name was only used when dealing with official identification like passports or birth certificates.
Lucy tells Katy that their mutual friend Edna Philips has two kids and a beagle. Lucy compliments the beagle.
When Lucy finds out Katy is still not married, she is determined to play matchmaker and fix her up with her boss, Mr. Devry. Lucy Ricardo played matchmaker several times on “I Love Lucy,” fixing up Sam “the fly” Carter and Dorothy “the spider” Cook in “The Matchmaker” (ILL S4;E4); “Lucy is Matchmaker” (ILL S2;E27) where she tries to fix up Eddie Grant and Sylvia Collins; and “Lucy Plays Cupid” (ILL S1;E15, above) where she sets her bow in the direction of the elderly Miss Lewis (Bea Benadaret) and the neighborhood butcher Mr. Ritter (Edward Everett Horton).
Katy calls her boss “bloodless Devry” and says Lucy might as well have fallen for “a stuffed pimento.” Mr. Devry overhears these remarks and is determined to prove them wrong.
Thinking Lucy has fallen in love with Mr. Devry herself, Katy calls Lucy "Madame du Barry." Ball had portrayed the character, in Du Barry Was a Lady (1943). Sothern was originally scheduled to play the role, but had to drop out of the film when she discovered she was pregnant. The real-life Madame du Barry (1743-93) was the last mistress of French King Louis XV.
Mr. Devry decides to turn the tables on Lucy and makes amorous overtures to her. When packing to leave, Katy finds Lucy’s suitcase contains the Bartley’s (largely monogrammed) hotel towels.
To get her to stay, Katy slips a handful of Rock-a-Bye Sleep Tablets into Lucy's champagne. To get back at her, while Katy is in the bedroom, Lucy puts the tablets inside Katy's chocolates.
Realizing they have slipped each other a mickey, they sing “Rock-a-bye Baby” to each other preparing to nod off. Luckily, Mr. Devry rescues them from their slumber.
Lucy Ricardo also had too many sleeping pills when she rode the “Staten Island Ferry” (ILL S5;E12) to help Fred get over his sea sickness.
This Date in Lucy History ~ October 5, 1959
"Ricky's 'Life' Story" (ILL S3;E1) – October 5, 1953
"Lucy and the Winter Sports" (TLS S3;E3) – October 5, 1964
"Lucy and the Drum Contest" (HL S3;E3) – October 5, 1970
#The Ann Sothern Show#Ann Sothern#Lucille Ball#I Love Lucy#Lucy Ricardo#Katy O'Connor#Leonard Gershe#James V. Kern#Don Porter#Ann Tyrell#Jack Mullaney#Bonnie Lake#Tang#Broadway Thru a Keyhole#The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour#Matchmaker#Bartley House Hotel#Du Barry Was a Lady#1959#TV#CBS#TV Crossovers
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Original Female Characters
These are all the Original Characters I have made for past, current, and coming soon stories. They will be organized by Fandom, much like my Master List.
Now updated with Pronouns and Sexuality.
Story: If You Could Live Forever (Series. Fandom: MCU)
Name: Rose Fauna
Alias: Mother Nature
Age: Over 450 years (exact age unknown)
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Straight
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White/Germany
Hair: Silver (Changes colors when powers are used)
Eyes: Grey (Changes colors when powers are used)
Height: 5'5"
Species: Mutant
Any Markings: An old scar on the front of her body from when she was tortured as a child.
Powers: Controls the elements, controls animals, minimum flight ability, control of the weather, uses the earth to heal, immortal.
Relationship status: On and off relationships with both Wolverine and Everett Ross, eventually married Everett
Spouse: Everett Ross
Love Interest: Wolverine & Everett Ross
Bio: Born during the time of the witch trials in Europe, Rose was proclaimed a witch when her mutant powers manifested. She was tortured and barely escaped with her life thanks to Loki and Thor. The Earth healed her and it was then she was given the gift of immortality. Ever since the trials, she has tried to stay hidden to stay safe.
Story: Against the Odds (Fandom: MCU/Olympus Has Fallen Crossover)
Name: Charlie Jones
Alias: Turbo
Age: 35
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bi
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White, United States
Hair: Silver normally, Blue when using her powers
Eyes: Grey normally, Blue when using her powers
Height: 5'2"
Species: Mutant
Any Markings: None
Powers: Telekinesis, Telepathy, ability to make force fields, Omega Level Mutant
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Mike Banning
Bio: Charolette (Charlie) is the youngest in her family. Her sister, Margaret, marries Ben Asher who eventually becomes the President of the United States. A family tragedy forces Charlie to go into hiding and for Margaret to lie and say she’s an only child to help Ben’s election. The return of Apocalypse brings everyone back together.
Story: Mirror (Fandom: Marvel/MCU)
Name: Sonya, No Last Name
Alias: Mirror
Age: 50, though the project to begin her cloning was in the 1940s
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Unknown
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: None - clone of Steve Rogers
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'2"
Species: Human Clone
Any Markings: None
Powers: Super strength, speed, healing that comes with the super-soldier project.
Relationship status: Casually dating Bucky Barnes
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Bucky Barnes
Bio: Created as a clone of Steve Rogers by Hydra, leading to the sharing of physical features. Trained by the best team Hydra has, she is very deadly.
Feared by Hydra, she was locked away until they felt they could have more control over her. But then she discovered her origins and snaps, breaking free and going on a rampage to destroy any and all Hydra facilities before focusing on her last target: Steve Rogers.
Story: When The World is Broken Series (Fandom: Marvel/MCU)
Name: Juna, Last name Everhart created during the advent of last names.
Alias: Mother Nature, Mother of Mutants
Age: 20,000 years, give or take a century
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Unknown
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Hair: Black when undercover, green naturally
Eyes: Brown undercover, gold normally
Height: 5′4″
Species: First Man, First Mutant, External/Omega Mutant
Any Markings: None
Powers: Control of elements, weather, gravity, animals, use of lightning for teleportation, resistance to extreme heat and cold, faint connection to humans.
Relationship status: None. Finds it pointless as she never dies.
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Everett Ross, much to her annoyance.
Bio: Juna was one of the first species of humans to grace the earth. Born with a connection to the planet and humans, when they evolved, so did she so she would be able to blend in. She is responsible for the catastrophic events from the ice age ending to Pompeii, all in an effort to maintain the balance of earth and nature. She is not fond of humans and grows more and more annoyed with them as the years go by and the planet becomes more trashed. She’s not a villain, she just wants to save her home.
She doesn’t remember her parents, her family if she had one, or really anything of her past after the first one thousand years.
Story: Battle of the Billionaires (Upcoming. Fandoms: Marvel/DC)
Name: Mya, No Last Name
Alias: Elemental
Age: 1,500 years old
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Mexican & Mexico
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bi
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5′6″
Species: Mutant
Any Markings: None
Powers: Can control the four main elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water (hence her name), super strength & speed, super healing.
Relationship status: Currently single. Briefly dated Diana Prince back on Themyscira and Alfred back in the 1970s
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Bruce Wayne & Tony Stark are making their bids known.
Bio: Born a mutant with the ability to heal from any wound and control the elements, Mya goes around helping humanity when she can. She mostly lends a hand to the X-Men or the Avengers when asked, until two friends of hers, Alfred Pennyworth & Diana Prince, ask for her help against Dark Side. Bruce Wayne takes an interest in her, but to his dismay, she is close friends with Tony Stark.
Story: Timeless Warrior (Fandom: Lord of The Rings)
Name: Phoenix Garcia (formerly Phoenix Nowak)
Alias: Khaleesi, Dragon Rider
Age: 40 (shortly after the story begins she turns this age)
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White. Mexican on her mother’s side, Polish on her father’s. Born and raised in Arizona, USA.
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Queer
Hair: Dark brown before the war; silver due to stress of the war
Eyes: Blue-grey
Height: 5′5″
Species: human
Any Markings: A few tattoos: Valar Morghulis on the inside of her right wrist, Valar Dohaeris on the inside of her left wrist, the three-moon symbol for her pagan religion on her left shoulder, a skull with a chef’s hat and crossbones of a chef knife and whisk on the right shoulder, a red rose with one black pedal on the inside of her left bicep (a tribute to Rosa). Crisscross scars over her left eye from when she tried to save her wife’s life.
Powers: No known supernatural ones. Controls a mechanical dragon.
Relationship status: Widowed. Wife died saving her life
Spouse: Rosa Garcia. High school sweethearts. Built Meraxes to help win the war. Sacrificed herself to save Phoenix’s life.
Love Interest: Lord Elrond of Rivendell
Bio: Phoenix was born and raised in Phoenix, AZ as the oldest of two kids. Her mother was abusive and her father stayed married to keep the kids safe. Phoenix met Rosa in high school and the two became instant friends, starting a relationship their senior year. Rosa went off to get her degree and a job at NASA while Phoenix went to culinary school and opened a restaurant in Downtown Phoenix. The pair got married once it became legal in their country. They then sold the restaurant so the couple could move to Houston for Rosa’s job. Phoenix began teaching cooking classes that went virtual once a pandemic hit their country. Not even a year later, a war broke out and they found themselves leading a small group of survivors. With Rosa’s intelligence and connections, she got a group together to turn an old plane into a mechanical dragon. Unfortunately, Rosa was killed two years before the war ended and Phoenix blamed herself.
After the war, Phoenix accidentally flies through a portal into Middle Earth where more problems require her help.
Story: Kings & Queens (Fandom: The Hobbit)
Name: Ladien Peredhel
Alias: Ladi
Age: 3,041
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Half-Elf, Noldor, The Grey Havens
Hair: Red
Eyes: Dark Grey
Height: 6′6″
Species: Half-Elf, Half-Human
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Straight
Any Markings: Tattoos on the top half of her body. Flames that wrap around her shoulders like a shawl
Powers: None
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Thorin & Thranduil (Love Triangle)
Bio: Ladi was born in the Grey Havens to an Elf mother who sailed West shortly after Ladi reached maturity. Her father was a human who died in a shipwreck. Because she is a Peredhel, she never felt she truly fit in with the other Elves in the Havens and left to travel Middle Earth.
She is resting in Rivendell when Thorin’s company arrives. Gandalf persuades her to join the cause in re-taking Erebor. Thorin begins to warm to her as they make their difficult journey north. When they get caught in Mirkwood, Legolas reports to his father, Thranduil, that there is an Elleth amongst the Dwarves. Confused and intrigued, he commands she be brought before him. And is shocked to see someone almost identical to the wife he lost long ago.
Story: Peredhel (Fandom: LoTR)
Name: Samantha Johnson
Alias: Sam
Age: 30
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White/United States
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'7"
Species: Human
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Any Markings: None
Powers: None
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Erestor Peredhel
Bio: Sam was a full-time chef and a part-time bartender when she accidentally finds herself in Middle Earth. Gandalf determines there is no way to send her home and so the Rohan take her in since it was their land she appeared on. After serving King Theoden for a few years, she travels all over Middle Earth learning different cooking techniques and even works at the Prancing Pony for a couple of years, where she meets and befriends Strider. Sam returns to Edoras just as a farewell party is being held for Elrond and Galadriel, where she meets Erestor.
Story: The Hidden Realm (Upcoming. Fandom: Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit)
Name: Rhyannon
Alias: Queen of Tir Na Nog, Fae Queen
Age: 34,000 years old (Born at the end of Years of the Lamps)
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Fae, Home: Tir Na Nog
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Queer
Hair: Midnight Blue
Eyes: Midnight Blue
Height: 7′
Species: Fae
Any Markings: Has wings she keeps hidden until she uses her powers.
Powers: Spells, magic, flight, super strength, communication with animals, control the elements.
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Lord Elrond
Bio: Rhyannon is the Queen of the Fae and one of the first of her kind. Tir Na Nog is her kingdom and was one of the first realms established in Middle Earth. Contrary to what the Elves know, the Fae were actually the first beings of Arda. This realm borders both Mirkwood and Dol Guldur, causing tension between all three realms.
Thranduil has been engaged in a petty battle with Rhyannon since his father passed (who started the battle). The problem is, the realm is hidden so no other Elves believe it exists. Until Rhyannon decides to crash the Midsummer Festival in Mirkwood.
Story: The Queen’s Guard (Fandom: Game of Thrones)
Name: Myria Storm
Alias: Storm Breaker
Age: 30
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Bastard child of Storm’s End
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Straight
Hair: Ebony
Eyes: Black
Height: 5′6″
Species: Human
Any Markings: A tattoo of a black rose, to show her loyalty to Olenna Tyrell.
Powers: None
Relationship status: None
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Jorah Mormont
Bio: Myria Storm is a bastard child of Storm’s End. When she hears of the killing of Robert Baratheon’s bastard children and what they look like, she suspects she is one and flees her home. Myria had learned to fight from her older brother and soon becomes a sellsword. By the time she reaches High Garden, her reputation precedes her and Olenna requests an audience with the young woman. She is offered a job as Olenna’s personal guard.
When Varys brings word of Daenerys Targaryen’s return, Olenna sends Myria to have Dragonstone prepared for the future queen. And when all parties officially meet, Myria is noticed by the Dragon Queen’s right-hand man, Jorah Mormont.
#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#dc/marvel crossover#olympus has fallen#The Lord of the Rings#lord of the rings#lotr#game of thrones#got#original female character
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Original Female Characters
These are all the Original Characters I have made for past, current, and coming soon stories.
Story: Timeless Warrior (Fandom: Lord of The Rings)
Name: Phoenix Garcia (formerly Phoenix Nowak)
Alias: Khaleesi, Dragon Rider
Age: 40 (shortly after the story begins she turns this age)
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White. Mexican on her mother’s side, Polish on her father’s. Born and raised in Arizona, USA.
Hair: Dark brown before the war; silver due to stress of the war
Eyes: Blue-grey
Height: 5′5″
Species: human
Any Markings: A few tattoos: Valar Morghulis on the inside of her right wrist, Valar Dohaeris on the inside of her left wrist, the three-moon symbol for her pagan religion on her left shoulder, a skull with a chef’s hat and crossbones of a chef knife and whisk on the right shoulder, a red rose with one black pedal on the inside of her left bicep (a tribute to Rosa). Crisscross scars over her left eye from when she tried to save her wife’s life.
Powers: No known supernatural ones. Controls a mechanical dragon.
Relationship status: Widowed. Wife died saving her life
Spouse: Rosa Garcia. High school sweethearts. Built Meraxes to help win the war. Sacrificed herself to save Phoenix’s life.
Love Interest: Lord Elrond of Rivendell
Bio: Phoenix was born and raised in Phoenix, AZ as the oldest of two kids. Her mother was abusive and her father stayed married to keep the kids safe. Phoenix met Rosa in high school and the two became instant friends, starting a relationship their senior year. Rosa went off to get her degree and a job at NASA while Phoenix went to culinary school and opened a restaurant in Downtown Phoenix. The pair got married once it became legal in their country. They then sold the restaurant so the couple could move to Houston for Rosa’s job. Phoenix began teaching cooking classes that went virtual once a pandemic hit their country. Not even a year later, a war broke out and they found themselves leading a small group of survivors. With Rosa’s intelligence and connections, she got a group together to turn an old plane into a mechanical dragon. Unfortunately, Rosa was killed two years before the war ended and Phoenix blamed herself.
After the war, Phoenix accidentally flies through a portal into Middle Earth where more problems require her help.
Story: Let Nature Take Her Course (Fandom: Marvel/MCU)
Name: Juna, Last name Everhart created during the advent of last names.
Alias: Mother Nature, Mother of Mutants
Age: 20,000 years, give or take a century
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Unknown
Hair: Black when undercover, green naturally
Eyes: Brown undercover, gold normally
Height: 5′4″
Species: First Man, First Mutant, External/Omega Mutant
Any Markings: None
Powers: Control of elements, weather, gravity, animals, use of lightning for teleportation, resistance to extreme heat and cold, faint connection to humans.
Relationship status: None. Finds it pointless as she never dies.
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Everett Ross, much to her annoyance.
Bio: Juna was one of the first species of humans to grace the earth. Born with a connection to the planet and humans, when they evolved, so did she so she would be able to blend in. She is responsible for the catastrophic events from the ice age ending to Pompeii, all in an effort to maintain the balance of earth and nature. She is not fond of humans and grows more and more annoyed with them as the years go by and the planet becomes more trashed. She’s not a villain, she just wants to save her home.
She doesn’t remember her parents, her family if she had one, or really anything of her past after the first one thousand years.
Story: Mirror (Fandom: Marvel/MCU)
Name: Sonya, No Last Name
Alias: Mirror
Age: 50, though the project to begin her cloning was in the 1940s
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: None - clone of Steve Rogers
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6′2″
Species: Human clone
Any Markings: None
Powers: Super strength, speed, healing that comes with the super-soldier project.
Relationship status: Casually dating Bucky Barnes
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Bucky Barnes
Bio: Created as a clone of Steve Rogers by Hydra, leading to the sharing of physical features. Trained by the best team Hydra has, she is very deadly.
Feared by Hydra, she was locked away until they felt they could have more control over her. But then she discovered her origins and snaps, breaking free and going on a rampage to destroy any and all Hydra facilities before focusing on her last target: Steve Rogers.
Story: The Hidden Realm (Upcoming. Fandom: Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit)
Name: Rhyannon
Alias: Queen of Tir Na Nog, Fae Queen
Age: 34,000 years old (Born at the end of Years of the Lamps)
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Fae, Home: Tir Na Nog
Hair: Midnight Blue
Eyes: Midnight Blue
Height: 7′
Species: Fae
Any Markings: Has wings she keeps hidden until she uses her powers.
Powers: Spells, magic, flight, super strength, communication with animals, control the elements.
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Lord Elrond
Bio: Rhyannon is the Queen of the Fae and one of the first of her kind. Tir Na Nog is her kingdom and was one of the first realms established in Middle Earth. Contrary to what the Elves know, the Fae were actually the first beings of Arda. This realm borders both Mirkwood and Dol Guldur, causing tension between all three realms.
Thranduil has been engaged in a petty battle with Rhyannon since his father passed (who started the battle). The problem is, the realm is hidden so no other Elves believe it exists. Until Rhyannon decides to crash the Midsummer Festival in Mirkwood.
Story: The Queen’s Guard (Upcoming. Fandom: Game of Thrones)
Name: Myria Storm
Alias: Storm Breaker
Age: 30
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Bastard child of Storm’s End
Hair: Ebony
Eyes: Black
Height: 5′6″
Species: Human
Any Markings: A tattoo of a black rose, to show her loyalty to Olenna Tyrell.
Powers: None
Relationship status: None
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Jorah Mormont
Bio: Myria Storm is a bastard child of Storm’s End. When she hears of the killing of Robert Baratheon’s bastard children and what they look like, she suspects she is one and flees her home. Myria had learned to fight from her older brother and soon becomes a sellsword. By the time she reaches High Garden, her reputation precedes her and Olenna requests an audience with the young woman. She is offered a job as Olenna’s personal guard.
When Varys brings word of Daenerys Targaryen’s return, Olenna sends Myria to have Dragonstone prepared for the future queen. And when all parties officially meet, Myria is noticed by the Dragon Queen’s right-hand man, Jorah Mormont.
Story: Kings & Queens (Upcoming. Fandom: The Hobbit)
Name: Ladien Peredhel
Alias: Ladi
Age: 3,041
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Half-Elf, Noldor, The Grey Havens
Hair: Red
Eyes: Dark Grey
Height: 6′6″
Species: Half-Elf, Half-Human
Any Markings: Tattoos on the top half of her body. Flames that wrap around her shoulders like a shawl
Powers: None
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Thorin & Thranduil (Love Triangle)
Bio: Laddi was born in the Grey Havens to an Elf mother who sailed West shortly after Laddi reached maturity. Her father was a human who died of an illness. Because she is a Peredhel, she never felt she truly fit in with the other Elves in the Havens and left to travel Middle Earth.
She is resting in Rivendell when Thorin’s company arrives. Gandalf persuades her to join the cause in re-taking Erebor. Thorin begins to warm to her as they make their difficult journey north. When they get caught in Mirkwood, Legolas reports to his father, Thranduil, that there is an Elleth amongst the Dwarves. Confused and intrigued, he commands she be brought before him. And is shocked to see someone almost identical to the wife he lost long ago.
Story: Battle of the Billionaires (TBW, maybe. Fandoms: Marvel/DC)
Name: Mya, No Last Name
Alias: Elemental
Age: 1,500 years old
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: Mexican & Mexico
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5′6″
Species: Mutant
Any Markings: None
Powers: Can control the four main elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water (hence her name), super strength & speed, super healing.
Relationship status: Currently single. Briefly dated Diana Prince back on Themyscira and Alfred back in the 1970s
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Bruce Wayne & Tony Stark are making their bids known.
Bio: Born a mutant with the ability to heal from any wound and control the elements, Mya goes around helping humanity when she can. She mostly lends a hand to the X-Men or the Avengers when asked, until two friends of hers, Alfred Pennyworth & Diana Prince, ask for her help against Dark Side. Bruce Wayne takes an interest in her, but to his dismay, she is close friends with Tony Stark.
Story: If You Could Live Forever (Series. Fandom: MCU)
Name: Rose Fauna
Alias: Mother Nature
Age: Over 450 years (exact age unknown)
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White/Germany
Hair: Silver (Changes colors when powers are used)
Eyes: Grey (Changes colors when powers are used)
Height: 5'5"
Species: Mutant
Any Markings: An old scar on the front of her body from when she was tortured as a child.
Powers: Controls the elements, controls animals, minimum flight ability, control of weather, uses the earth to heal, immortal.
Relationship status: On and off relationships with both Wolverine and Everett Ross, eventually married Everett
Spouse: Everett Ross
Love Interest: Wolverine & Everett Ross
Bio: Born during the time of the witch trials in Europe, Rose was proclaimed a witch when her mutant powers manifested. She was tortured and barely escaped with her life thanks to Loki and Thor. The Earth healed her and it was then she was given the gift of immortality. Ever since the trials, she has tried to stay hidden to stay safe.
Story: Against the Odds (Fandom: MCU/Olympus Has Fallen Crossover)
Name: Charlie Jones
Alias: Turbo
Age: 35
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White, United States
Hair: Silver normally, Blue when using her powers
Eyes: Grey normally, Blue when using her powers
Height: 5'2"
Species: Mutant, Omega Mutant
Any Markings: None
Powers: Telekinesis, Telepathy, ability to make force fields, Omega Level Mutant
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Mike Banning
Bio: Charolette (Charlie) is the youngest in her family. Her sister, Margaret, marries Ben Asher who eventually becomes the President of the United States. A family tragedy forces Charlie to go into hiding and for Margaret to lie and say she’s an only child to help Ben’s election. The return of Apocalypse brings everyone back together.
Story: Peredhel (Upcoming. Fandom: LoTR)
Name: Samantha Johnson
Alias: Sam
Age: 30
Race/Ethnicity/Home Country: White/Biracial/United States
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Height: 5'7"
Species: Human
Any Markings: None
Powers: None
Relationship status: Single
Spouse: None
Love Interest: Erestor Peredhel
Bio: Sam was a full-time chef and a part-time bartender when she accidentally finds herself in Middle Earth. Gandalf determines there is no way to send her home and so the Rohan take her in since it was their lands she appeared. After serving King Theoden for a few years, she travels all over Middle Earth learning different cooking techniques and even works at the Prancing Pony for a couple of years, where she meets and befriends Strider. Sam returns to Edoras just as a farewell party is being held for Elrond and Galadriel, where she meets Erestor.
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