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Before The Storm [Part 3 / ?]

Post-Civil War Series

[Read Part One | Part Two ]

Pairing: T’Challa x Ex-Avenger!Reader

Characters: Reader, T’Challa, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Okoye (Comic Character), Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, and James Rhodes.

Warnings: CIVIL WAR SPOILERS, Explicit Language, Sexual Reference, Intense Violence, and Suggestive Themes.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This one is severely Civil War based and Reader’s powers are revealed. Enjoy! x. T

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T’Challa’s Palace  | 1 Week Later


           You watched Sam get slammed onto the mat for the twentieth time that day. He laid on the padding with his eyes screwed shut and a pained expression on his face; slightly shifting as he tried to capture his breath again. His dark skin glistened with sweat and he finally reached up to wipe at his forehead—no longer wheezing.

           Bucky was seated on the bench next to you, his arm propped on his knee as he quietly observed Okoye pull Sam to his feet. It had been a long four days of training with the Dora Milaje and you thought training with Natasha or Steve was hard, but this topped it all. They kicked your ass, easily.

           “I’m tapped.” Sam huffed before propping his hands on his hips and gesturing at you and Bucky, “Why don’t one of you guys go and get your ass kicked?”

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Title: Sayonara, Heron | Goodbye, Heron | さよなら、へロン
Author/Artist: ymz
Rating: PG

Summary: Souji’s life has been a series of dull events, with his parents endlessly quarreling, until he comes across Mika, a carefree student who lives each day as it comes.

They start a relationship which banishes heavy words like “love” or “devotion.” They see each other occasionally, without making any promises and such.

But can an ordinary relationship make Souji say something like “I only got this far because you were with me” as Mika says “Who knows…”

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Note: Okay, so we actually missed an extra!!! And with that, this manga is really finished! Kind of nostalgic while I was QCing it cause it’s like… what, over a year since our last release? Or almost 2 years?? Thanks to kiggy for providing the raws. (*´︶`*)

That aside, omg I’m going to ONE OK ROCK’s concert tomorrow. I’m so frigging excited omfg. So was being productive today and QCed two chapters… ahahaha. Anyway, enjoy!!! :)

Bucky Barnes: Sing Me A Song

Originally posted by uptownhalsey

Title: Sing Me A Song

Prompt: Can you do the soulmate au where you hear your soulmate but only when they sing, with Bucky? (I saw that and fangirled)

Characters: Bucky

Warnings: mild swearing

Word Count: 2,551

Notes:  There are a couple pov changes just so you know.  I thought it’d be interesting to see how you both saw the situation.

There were not many constant aspects of the Winter Soldier’s life.  He was always moving from mission to mission, adjusting to whatever came his way; this lasted nearly seventy years.  

The first time he heard your voice, the Winter Soldier had been ten days into a mission in Siberia.  He had been hiking one of the taller peaks in the area, making his way towards a remote village only accessible by foot.  His Hydra-dealt nutrition rations had been used up four days prior, and though he was a strong supersoldier, he needed to eat just like the rest of us.  His usually strict and tactful thoughts were starting to wander into the furthest reaches of his mind- uncharted territory.  His feet were working mechanically under him, carrying his body closer and closer to the village, and he was beginning to think that his first stop would be to get food rather than pursuing the mission.  It was during these thoughts when he heard you for the first time.  

Needless to say, when you entered his world for the first time he was more than overwhelmed.  Your childish, cheerful voice rang through his ears so suddenly that he nearly fell over with surprise.  ‘The itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout,’  He thought he must have been hearing things, from nutritional deprivation he concluded.  This was a one-time occurrence, he assured himself.  ‘Down came the rain and washed the spider out!’  Okay, he thought.  Hallucinating is probably one of the symptoms of not eating, that’s all.  ‘Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain,’ Maybe he was just going insane.  After all that he had seen over the years, insanity was never out of the question.  Maybe he deserved it- after all the killing and terror he had caused it was certainly a possibility.  ‘And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again!’  In that case, a small part of the soldier was glad; a miniscule part of him wanted nothing more than to die.  To end this madness.  To end the horrors he was causing.

The Winter Soldier shook his head as though it would rid him of these awful thoughts.  At that moment all he needed was to complete the mission, regardless if he was insane or not.  Because that’s what machines do- they complete their task, no matter how broken they may be.

By the time his mind focused again there were street lights in the distance, signifying that he had arrived at his destination.  And as he reached the main road, he could have sworn he heard the voice singing the verses again in the back of his mind.


The next time the Winter Soldier was unfrozen was when he was tasked with assassinating a nuclear engineer being escorted out of Iran.  He was nearly falling behind on the mission because some annoying song was on replay in his head; something about the noises of a fox.  He had already tried numerous breathing techniques in attempt to clear his head, but nothing worked.  The stupid song was still stuck in his head, being sung in an obnoxious girl’s voice.  (Maybe her voice wasn’t obnoxious, in fact it was quite good, but the song made her sound obnoxious.)  

The soldier ended up shooting the target through a redheaded woman’s side, making a clean shot through the head.  A malicious grin spread across his face as he realized that this was yet another successful mission for him to have completed.  The moment would have been a lot better if the voice in the back of his head wasn’t singing though.


The man on the bridge- the soldier knew him.  The man seemed so sure of himself when he called the soldier ‘Bucky’, whatever or whoever that was.  What the hell is a Bucky?  Was he a Bucky?  He didn’t know, but he was going to find out.


The soldier tried to visit the nearest library after finding a new set of clothes to wear; the ones he had on were soaking from his swim in the Potomac.  He pushed his baseball cap further down to hide his face as he entered the library, following the signs pointed towards the computer section.  He had been around Hydra long enough to catch the gist of how computers worked, and how much different could public computers be?

It turns out Hydra computers were much more advanced than old public computers, especially since they had not been updated in years.  The soldier let out a groan as the computer was on its fifth minute loading the search page, earning a giggle from the girl behind him.  He turned to see a (y/h/c) girl standing behind him, waiting for the next available computer; all the others were taken or out of order.

“You having a bit of trouble?”  She asked, looking down at him.  The soldier averted his gaze from hers, not comfortable with the unfamiliar human connection.  

“Uh, maybe a little bit.”  At that point he was so frustrated that he barely cared about being ominous as he usually was; all he wanted to know was who this ‘Bucky’ was.

“I can help you if you want…Is that okay with you?”

He shrugged, pushing his rolling chair aside to let her look at the computer.  He watched as she expertly clicked the pointer on the X button and opened up a new computer application- something named ‘chrome’.  He observed her movements, making sure to remember for his next trip to the library, should he have one.

“Is there anything specific you had in mind? Oh, um, obviously you did if you were searching on the computer.  Uh, sorry, um I meant- what are you looking for?”  Her face reddened a bit as she stumbled over her words, trying to find the right way to phrase her question.

“I was looking for a bucky, maybe.  Something along the lines of a bucky?”

“Okay, let’s see.”  She pulled over a spare chair, getting herself comfortable before scrolling through the search engine.  She hummed to herself quietly, and the soldier swore that he was hearing it in his head too.  It was unnerving, but like everything else that bothered him, he pushed it aside.  “Okay, so there’s a bank in Rhode Island named Bucky’s Bank, and there’s a couple stores with a similar name.  But the biggest hit seems to be a James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.  Does that ring a bell?”

For a second, a memory from his childhood popped into his mind.  A smaller version of himself was shakily scribbling the name on a piece of lined paper, the pencil held in his tiny hands.  Was this his first actual memory?  Now that the soldier thought about it, he didn’t seem to remember anything from before his days in Hydra.  Before then, he had been so preoccupied with all his missions that he didn’t have time to think of much else.

“Woah, are you his grandson or something?  The resemblance is eerily close.”  She clicked on one of the images and there was his face, laughing alongside the man that he tried to kill on the helicarrier.

“Yeah, I think so.  Something like that…”  He trailed off, nearly speechless as he had found his proof.  There was no denying it now- he was James Buchanan Barnes.  He was Bucky Barnes.

“Sorry, but I need to go to work now.  I take it that you’re fine with the computer now?”  The girl looked at him with her big (e/c) eyes questioningly, almost as if she was concerned.  Bucky pushed his astonishment of her kindness to the side, figuring that she was just being polite.

“Thank you for helping me, miss…”

“Oh, right!  I’m (y/n), by the way.”  She held her hand out and he shook it with his human hand.  He didn’t want to scare her away after making so much process with a person, much less a girl.  

She looked down at her watch and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.  “Sorry.  I gotta go!  See you around sometime?”

“Sure.”  Bucky knew there was next to no chance that he would ever see her again; he was probably going to skip town before the end of the week.


After a trip to the Smithsonian, Bucky realized why he had little to no memories of the past.  He now knew the ugly truth of his life; he had been working for a terror organization for seventy years, causing pain and tragedies wherever he went.  This horrified him, knowing that he had caused that much destruction.  A small part of himself longed for a drink, to forget all his troubles and misery.  ‘Okay’, he thought.  ‘I’m going to get a drink.’


Bucky found himself inside a dimly lit bar in the shadier side of DC, more in the outskirts of the city than central.  The soft jazz music had lured him in, and before he knew it he was seated at the bar with a beer in his hand.  He was sort of disappointed when he realized alcohol had no effect on him though.

“Okay people, here’s what you all have been waiting for… (y/f/n) (y/l/n)!”  You stepped out onto the stage, adjusting the microphone to match your height.  You smiled a bit, looking into the crowd.  Bucky was a bit surprised to see you, but he smiled back at you once you caught his eye.

“Okay guys, since last night I have gotten an overwhelming amount of song requests.  Tonight I will start off by singing the most popular request.”  Bucky noticed you grip the microphone a bit tighter with nervousness before relaxing your body; she must have been used to pre-show jitters, he thought.

“They send me away to find them a fortune

A chest filled with diamonds and gold

The house was awake, the shadows and monsters

The hallways, they echoed and groaned

I sat alone, in bed till the morning

I’m crying, ‘They’re coming for me’

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

My mind’s like a deadly disease

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones”

Usually you spent an even amount of time looking at the different people in the crowd, but for some reason you couldn’t help but look at the man from the library.  It was weird.

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

Bucky was officially sure that he was going insane.  He was hearing your voice twice- once out loud and once in his head.  It was starting to give him a headache, especially as he realized that your voice sounded like an older version of the child’s voice from all those years ago.

“I paced around for hours on empty

I jumped at the slightest of sounds

And I couldn’t stand the person inside me

I turned all the mirrors around

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

You were definitely feeling an attraction to the man; there was no denying it now.  You didn’t bother to discreetly sneak glances of him anymore, you just stared at him.  Who was he?

“I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m dead

And I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head

They beg me to write them so I’ll never die when I’m dead

I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you’re scaring me’

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

Bucky was sure you were staring at him.  But, to be honest, he was staring right back.  Some other men in the room had noticed this and let out wolf whistles, but he didn’t care.  You had captivated him.

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”

I can’t help this awful energy

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?”

You finished the song a bit out of breath, so you decided to go backstage to get a drink.  You gave the crowd a quick thank-you before leaving the stage in search of a water bottle.  You felt a small tap on your back and turned around to see a gloved hand holding out a water to you.  You took it greedily before looking at your savior- you nearly spit out the water when you realized it was the guy.

You were taught to always be polite, so naturally you spoke to him,“Thank you so much!  I was really parched for a minute there.”  

“No problem.  I really liked your singing.”  He looked at you for a minute, with a puzzled look on his face.  You couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay.

“Thanks!”  You paused for a minute, analyzing him before speaking.  “Please tell me if this is out of line, but are you okay?  You don’t look so well.”

“Can we talk somewhere a bit more private?”  He had a look in his eyes, a look so desperate and lost that you just couldn’t refuse.

“Sure, of course!  Let’s step out and get some fresh air.”  You led him out into the alley next to the bar, confident that you could handle yourself if things went south.  Though, for some reason, you felt as though you were safe with him.

Suddenly the man took great interest in his fingernails, almost shyly avoiding the subject.  He mumbled something incoherent while he looked down, but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Come again?”

“I said, I know this is a bit weird but your singing had an effect on me that I just can’t explain,”  No, it couldn’t be.  You had gone years without a single sign that you had a soulmate; you had even come to terms with not having one.  Now, he was most likely standing in front of you.

“Like you heard it in the back of your head?”  You needed to know.

“How did you… how did you know that?”

You smiled gently at him; obviously he didn’t know the concept of soulmates, but that was okay.  Everything was okay now- you had finally found him.  “Mr. Barnes,”

He shifted uncomfortably before interrupting you.  “You can call me Bucky.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering if he was the Bucky Barnes- the war hero, the brave soldier, the friend to Steve Rogers.  You shook it off; you would accept him no matter who he was!  “Bucky,”  If it was possible to smile any wider, you managed to do so.  “Have you ever heard of soulmates?”

Tomorrow Will Be Better

Request: Hey love, I’m really having a horrible day :( Maybe you could write something to cheer me up with Steve? Something fluffy where you both meet at SHIELD and you have to work with the Avengers, then Clint urges Steve to ask you out, cause all notice he has a crush on you. When he finally does, he takes you to a really romantic dinner and it all feels right for both of you and maybe you share your first kiss ? I hope that’s okay with you <3 (and if you like both POVs)

A/N: I hope that things have gotten better for you, sweetie! I’m sorry that I’m a few days off. I tried to make this as fluffy as I possibly could while still being realistic. We all need a sweet Steve, don’t we?

Warnings: Killing you with fluff and sweetness

Word Count Total: 1459

Short Imagine #2

Title: Tomorrow Will Be Better

You threw your pillow at the wall. Today was supposed to be a good day. Today was supposed to be the one day out of the week that you were going to be perfectly happy. But nothing went right. Your car broke down so you were late for work, and then you realized that you had left your lunch at home, so you were hungry today. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, your phone died (like dead, dead, not battery dead) and you got caught in a deluge before reaching your door. You thought that you could have nice hot shower to relax in and what more has happened but your hot water heater stopped working, so you had to have a cold shower when all that you really wanted was something comforting. Just one thing.

You didn’t even want to think about running headfirst (literally) into Captain Rogers. The man you had a very schoolgirl crush on.

It had been the worst day in a very long time.

You hoped that tomorrow was going to be better.

Steve, on the other hand, had a good day because you ran into him. Seeing you had actually made his day. He was never quite sure what to say, but he enjoyed every moment nonetheless. He wanted to ask you out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt that it would put you into harm’s way. Or, at least more than you were, you being a SHIELD agent and all.

He had known that you had a rough day. It had been his plan to bring you lunch to replace your missing one, but you had already accepted to go to lunch with Natasha.

You weren’t the one to notice that he had a massive crush on you. Everyone else could see it. They told him that they knew. Or, at least those who interact with him on a daily basis.

He promised himself that he would try to ask you out tomorrow.

When the morning came, he chickened out. Again.

“Why can’t I ask Y/N to lunch with me? I can fight killer robots and Nazis and HYDRA, but I can’t seem to ask out the person that I’ve had feelings for.”

“Well,” said Clint, “Think about it. This isn’t something that you can fight. At least you knew that you didn’t have to face rejection when you fought Nazis and killer robots and HYDRA.”

“I could have died, but I wasn’t afraid the way that I am, now.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a different type of fear for everything. I was afraid to ask Laura out. But look at us a family of five.” Clint grinned, uncrossing his arms and gesturing as if he was displaying something.

Steve looked at the floor. “I said to Tony after we moved into this facility that I believed that I had left behind that type of man in the ice, but now, I’m not so sure.”

“Then go on a couple of dates with this girl, get some feelers out. If it doesn’t turn out, now you know. But if I have to hear about Y/N one more time, I’m going to set her up with someone so that you shut up.”

Steve looked wildly at Clint. “What?!”

“Yes, now go and ask, or I’ll have Nat take her to dinner!”

Steve guessed that he had been talking about you too much to the rest of the team. They saw you every day, so it was a miracle that they hadn’t told you, yet.

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Title: Amai Koi no Sodate Kata | How to Raise a Sweet Love | 甘い恋の育て方
Author/Artist: Kikuya Kikuko
Rating: NC-17

Summary: “Your love will come true if you wear clothes from Sturm.” Ooba works at the rumored clothing store, Sturm. And he’s started a physical relationship with the owner, Miya. After a while, Ooba starts hoping to obtain not only Miya’s body, but also his heart, however…?

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Note: Whoa. My net’s been really shitty so I only got to post now… but it’s better late than never. Happy New Year guys!!! How was your New Year?? (●´∀`●)

The past year has been kind of… okay I guess? And a bit slow I guess orz. I counted our releases for the year 2015 (by date though and not including double or so chapters) and the total is 68. I hope we can double (or triple) that by this year mwahahahah!

Anyway, another new series again! You  must be thinking we keep on releasing new titles instead of finishing our on-going titles first lol. For our other on-going series, we are working on them diligently. Promise!! I’ll make sure to release all the remaining chapters of Gentei Kareshi, Magic Mail Chocolate, Mousou One-Room, Shuden Elegy and Ichi Ni no San! very, very soon. I’m just kinda slow since I get distracted a lot. Woops. Then we’ll continue Toshigoro no Otokonoko to Are and Tsuzuki wa Mata Yoru next. Since those two titles do really have continuations actually (we thought they are only oneshots before). Also Yuuwaku Recipe, Hitotsu Yane no Shita no Kedamono, Voice or Noise and Koisuru Intelligence (this manga is so evil so might take a lot of time lol). Did I forget something? :’D

As for the rest of the on-going titles, even if we do want to finish them right away, either they are actually still on-going in Japan or it’s a joint with another group. And if it’s a joint, we can’t really do anything about it since we are just going along with the other group’s schedule. But keep in mind we are still working on them and we didn’t drop it! We announce it if ever we are gonna drop something (like with Ten Count).

Before I forget!! I really wanted to release this yesterday since it was Tama’s birthday!! Belated Happy Birthday Tama-chan (January 6th)! Or maybe it’s still your birthday in your time? Haha. And then, belated Happy Birthday too to RenLenox! (her birthday was on January 1st actually) and then Happy Birthday (now) to akero (January 7th)!!!


Zoolander 2

Title: Zoolander 2
Release Date: February 12, 2016
Genre: Comedy
Country: USA
Cast: Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson, Will Ferrell, Penélope Cruz & Kristen Wiig
Director: Ben Stiller
Studio: Red Hour Films & Scott Rudin Productions
Distribution: Paramount Pictures

Catch Me If You Can

Request: Hi:) I’m a huge Pietro fan and I was wondering if you could do one where he rescues the reader from hydra but not before she also gains the power of super speed and they help eachother navigate how to use their new powers and have races and stuff and end up dating and all that mushy stuff. Thanks!

A/N: This is set after the events of Age of Ultron. Pietro has healed up, once you get past the beginning of this, and is his usual self again. I got a little carried away with this. I have a bit of a soft spot for our Quicksilver.

Warnings: Brief mentions of torture

Word Count Total: 1838

Long Imagine #2

Title: Catch Me If You Can

You hadn’t been on the team long until the incident in Sokovia happened. In fact, it hadn’t even been a week. But it happened, and you were thrown into it. Since you hadn’t been training for long, you were forced to help on the side lines with the evacuation, rather than perform any other tasks.

Once the evacuation was complete, you made a move to signal for the boat’s departure, but something stopped you. Clint had found a boy and was protecting him. The rest of it happened in slow motion and you swore that your heart stopped. Pietro saved both of them. But he collapsed, and you knew what happened. You didn’t want to think about it, but you knew.

You were the most qualified medical staff that was out there, so as soon as you saw his body being brought back, you rushed out and tried to do something, you couldn’t let him die. You just couldn’t. As the boat departed, you started to do everything within your power to help. But you worried that it wouldn’t be enough, even with his quick metabolism. Once on the helicarrier, he was rushed to the medical bay where Doctor Helen Cho was waiting, despite recovering from Ultron’s violence, herself. You knew that she would be the best scenario possible to save him. The feeling of saving him wasn’t something that you were sure of where it came from, but you knew that his sister needed him.

Now it was just a waiting game.

A very scary waiting game.

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He had survived.

The fact had made you weak at the knees with relief.

But he wasn’t out of the woods, yet. Helen wasn’t sure if – no, when – he was going to wake up from his coma. He had sustained very serious damage to his body and, despite his strong metabolism, he was still fighting. Wanda had visited a few times within the past week aside from her training and had said that he was still there and still recovering, that she could feel him, but you still had your doubts. These powers that people could have were still so foreign to you and you weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse when treating them medically. It worried you, quite frankly. But you weren’t going to voice those. It wasn’t your place.

It took a while, but he finally woke up. Or, so you heard while you were training. What really surprised you that day was seeing him in the training room with you. And he was running, which was exactly what Helen had told him not to do.

“Pietro!” you yelled in a scolding tone. He stopped and looked at you.


“I know that Helen told you not to run, yet, so stop, or you’ll land yourself back in that hospital bed.”

He pouted. “I want to run.”

You walked over to him. “That’s too bad. You can’t run, yet.”

You could tell that he was contemplating running again, so you grabbed the back of his shirt. “No.”

Another pout. You rolled your eyes. “If we find you something to do that is not running, will you let yourself finish healing? It should only be another couple of days.”

“What do you propose?”

“Slowing down a bit. Playing games. Of course, none that will keep us on our feet.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking.

“I’ll bring ice cream. And donuts.”

“You win.”

“Good. Now walk, mister. If you run, I’ll have you tied to the hospital bed.”

“Promise?” he asked, flirtation evident in his tone. You realized that you walked right into that one.

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Title: Koisuru Intelligence | Love Intelligence | 恋するインテリジェンス
Author/Artist: Tange Michi
Rating: PG

Summary: As an employee of the House of Representatives, Madoka is busy everyday. Domon, his colleague from another department, is a handsome, high-achieving super elite who’s always looking out for him. Madoka, finding it hard to deal with Domon’s flirtatious personality, refuses to become closer to him. By a stroke of luck, Domon suddenly gets the chance to help Madoka… But their “biggest” obstacle in their near future is…?! A sweet and erotic love comedy between bureaucrats!

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Note: Now an extra story about the second pairing, Domon and Madoka! :)