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Wake Up 2 [Bucky Barnes]

Summary - Nearly a year after Bucky decided to return to cryogenic sleep, Steve continues to look for a cure. One day, Sam informs him that he’s found a person who can help.

Side note - Here’s part 2! Sorry it took longer than anticipated lmao. This isn’t like edited very well, so apologies in advance for any errors or typos. GIF isn’t mine! Part 1 here!

Warnings - anxiety? idk man

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In the many years Y/N knew Tony, she has never seen him as timid as he was today as they approached the private Facility in Wakanda. She nudged his side gently, worry evident in her eyes as she peered up at her long time good friend.

“Are you alright? You seem a little tense.” Tony shot her a reassuring smile and winked, “I’m fine.”

As the pair found their way in the lobby, they were immediately greeted by two men, T'Challa and Sam Wilson. “Ah, your highness,” Tony bowed his head slightly, taking T'Challa’s hand in his and shaking it firmly.

“Mr.Stark.” The burly man greeted.

“Tweety, how are you doing?” Tony teased. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly. “Thanks for coming, Stark.” He shook Tony’s hand and smiled.

T'Challa noticed the figure that hid behind Tony’s and immediately acknowledged Y/N. “Dr. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Y/N glanced over to him and beamed, “Likewise, your highness.” T'Challa took her hand and brought it to his plump lips, pressing a soft kiss on her skin. The flustered woman flushed and smiled sheepishly.

“Dr. I’m glad you’re here.” Sam chimed in, flashing her a wide grin.

“Hello, Mr. Wilson.” She addressed.

“Well, we better get going to the lab, Steve is anxious to meet you.” Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t anxious as well. She had been hiding for all these years, laying low key so her identity wouldn’t be exposed. Funny since she’s practically best friends with Iron Man himself.

“Lead the way.” T'Challa guided them to the lab, striking up a conversation with both Tony and Y/N.

The lab was huge and very modern. Y/N has seen Tony’s as well, but this was absolutely incredible.

“Captain!” T'Challa called.

Steve peered behind his shoulders, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Tony Stark. His muscles tensed and his jaw clenched. “Your guests have arrived.”

Tony gulped silently and avoided squirming and fiddling. Y/N sensed his discomfort and hooked her arm around his in attempt to ease him a little. Tony glanced at his old pal and shot her a quick smile before looking back at Steve.

The soldier found his voice and spoke, “I’m so happy you came, Dr.” He approached the group and held out his arm for Y/N to shake. She obliged happily and shook his hand, “Mr.Rogers,” she nodded.

Steve hesitantly turned to Tony, anxiety building in his chest. “Stark,” Tony merely nodded and avoided his gaze.

“So who am I working with?” Y/N asked in a rush, breaking the overwhelming tension that filled the room. Steve looked behind him and motioned to Bucky, still asleep inside a glass tank.

“His name is James Buchanan Barnes.” She eyed the sleeping man curiously, slithering her arm away from Tony’s as she approached Bucky slowly.

She peered behind her shoulder after she got a good look at him. ‘‘What’s wrong with him?” She questioned.

Sam glanced over at Steve and shuffled, “He was one of Hydra’s,” Y/N bit back a terrified gasp at the mention of the fallen terrorist organization. Hydra was an all too familiar subject for Y/N and she wanted to steer clear from them at all times.

Tony distinguished the horrified and resentful look on her face and rushed to her side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortingly. “He was uhm, brainwashed you could say.” Sam finished.

“He wanted to be isolated until we could find a cure for him.” Steve added.

Y/N’s knees shook as horrible memories flooded her head. I can’t do this, she thought.

“Uh, excuse me for a bit.” She peered up at Tony with regret in her glassy eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Y/N sped out of the lab, on the verge of having a panic attack.

Her breaths were shallow and her whole body was trembling. Clammy hands furiously wiping away the hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

Tony quickly excused himself and ran after her.

“Y/N!” He called out, jogging over to her.

He got a hold of her waist, pulling her quivering body closer to his. Tony shushed her softly, stroking her hair as he did. “Pull yourself together, kid.” He mumbled into her silky locks.

“I can’t help them, Tony!” She sobbed.

“How the hell am I supposed to fix that man’s brain when I can’t even fix my own!” Tony witnessed as his good friend started to crumble. He knew he shouldn’t have dragged her into this.

“I know you can help them.” He insisted quietly.

Y/N scowled at him and pushed him away. “Why do you even care about them, Tony? You told me you hated Steve, and now you want to help him?” She said harshly.

Her words made Tony’s heart clench and his gut twist. He fully understood his motives. He was aware why he agreed to help Steve, it was because, “He’s my friend.”

Visibly shocked, Y/N’s face softens at his reason as her anxiety starts to swell down.

“I know this is too much to ask, but Steve needs your help.” Tony clamps his eyes shut. “Do this for me, please.” Y/N is torn.

She can’t risk her life for a man she barely even knows. But then again, what’s her purpose anyways? She’s been alive for more than 7 decades, she’s seen everything. Maybe this James man is worth a chance.

Fine.

First impressions (2/?)

Part 1

Warnings: Language mostly

NOTES: Part 2 of this soulmate AU thing. Im really excited to start posting the meat of this thing soon. let me know what you think. Requests are always open 


This was really the last thing you needed to worry about. Fury had been on your case about recruitment for two weeks and honestly Scott needed actual training. You were hoping that you were passed the point of ever running in to your soulmate. Sure there was always some small part of you that worried about it being one of the kids they brought in to train but you had refused early on to get close enough to any of them to have this be an issue. If they never spoke directly to you, their words didn’t matter.

I guess this batch of recruits were going to be different. Your Email alert went off and you nearly jumped out of your  skin.



Agent L/N,

Your new group of agents will be arriving later this week. Keep in mind that these agents have not seen combat and will need refreshed on several fighting styles before you evaluate them.

Good luck,

M. Hill





Perfect. You thought to yourself. So not only were you going to meet your soulmate this week, you had to train 24 people from the ground up. You pinched the bridge of your nose and rested your elbow on the desk. This whole situation could not get any worse.



Just as the thought entered your brain Steve peeked his head into your office.

Hey, Y/N, Do you have a minute?”



You nodded and motioned for him to take the seat in front of you. “What’s up?”



I just got off the phone with T'Challa. It looks like they have found someone that might be able to help Buck.” He said. You could see the hope behind his calm demeanor.



“Yeah, that’s amazing!”



“His name is Steven Strange. He’s, well honestly, he’s something else. He claims he’ll be able to erase the programming in Bucky’s mind entirely. I don’t want to put too much stock in this magic stuff but if it could help him… I have to give it a shot, Right?”

You were used to this by now. Every time there was someone or thing that claimed it could help Bucky Steve would come to you or Natasha to ask advice. Several things were too outrageous for either of you to let Steve go through with. But a couple of them actually sounded like they might work. You didn’t know anything about this Vincent guy so you weren’t in a place to give advice.

“What do you know about the guy?” You asked as you turned to your computer to search S.H.I.E.L.D’s database.

“Not much. Which is why I came in here.” You looked up from the computer screen to give Steve your full attention. “I want to meet him before I let him anywhere near Bucky. I want to know what his intentions are before I let him tinker with my best  friend’s memory. T'Challa says he’s done it before but… I don’t know. I don’t want to get too excited before I know for sure that it’s safe. What I guess I’m trying to say is that I’ll be leaving in a few hours.”

Steve looked like he was being torn in two. You could see the fear masking the hope in his eyes and it made your heart sink.

“Steve, You know I fully support anything that will help Bucky. He deserves a chance to start over. I think meeting with Vincent is a good idea. It’s better to know if he’s actually able and here to help before you let him see Bucky.”

Steve gathered you up in to a giant bear hug before leaving your office to finalize the details with the rest of his team. Natasha would be out on her mission for a couple more days so it was up to you to fill her in when she returned. If everything went well you wouldn’t be expecting Steve back for a couple weeks while he helped Bucky recover from what ever treatment Vincent had in mind. If it didn’t go well, Steve and Natasha would be back around the same time.

You headed up to the living quarters a little after 8pm, stopping off in the kitchen to grab a couple beers and some left over pizza before settling yourself in for the night. The bulk of your day had consisted of writing the recruit’s reviews and suggestions for placement. It left you with no time to check out Steve’s new lead, so you turned on your lap top and and reheated your food.

S.H.I.E.L.D had a small file on Doctor Vincent Strange. He was a gifted surgeon before his car accident. After he suffered nerve damage in his hand he went on some kind spiritual journey to find someone to fix his hands. When he came back he could do things. The file failed to call it magic but that’s exactly what it sounded like to you. It did mention some kind of hypnotism that helped remove memories.

You didn’t find anything concrete but if he could change Bucky’s memories this just might work. You sent Steve a quick text with what you had learned. You fell asleep waiting on a reply.

When you woke up the next morning you had a text from Scott asking when you could train and   one from Steve explaining the situation. You answered Scott first, telling him you were available at anytime for the day and then replied to Steve. Apparently, Dr. Strange was more impressive than his file made him out to be and they were taking Bucky out of cryo freeze today. You passed on well wishes and ran down to the gym. You were in need of a good run. You put your head phones in and started to stretch. Halfway through the first song your Email alert went off. You pulled up the email app and quickly read through the list of recruits that would be arriving tomorrow afternoon.

You decided to keep from individual interactions with the recruits for at least the first couple  days to be able to judge their ability without the bias of the soulmate bond. The last thing you needed was to compromise someones training because of a few words on your skin. If you could hold off the official meeting… Maybe you could avoid it some how.

Scott showed up at 2:30 and you got to work kicking his ass. He was decent but street fighting wasn’t a style that would save your ass against a HYDRA agent. You could see the moves Hope had tried to teach him when he got really desperate but honestly, it wasn’t enough. You slowed down dramatically to show him where he was miss stepping and how he should guard for certain attacks. After two hours of training and instruction, you felt pretty good about what he had learned. Scott stood up from where you had knocked him on his back again. He pressed his hand to his lower back and hunched over.

“Jesus, Y/N, I need a break.  I’m going to be so sore tomorrow and I have a play date with Cassie.”

“Sorry, Scott. Go ahead and get out of here. We’ll go again in a couple days.”






“Alright recruits! Listen up! I am Agent L/N. Today we’re going to be sparring with each other so that I can evaluate the areas you each need to work on. This will start out one on one but before your final day you must be prepared to defend against several attackers at once. I suggest you keep a close eye on your peers, look for mistakes and strengths that you can remove or implement in your own technique. If you are pinned for longer than three seconds your time is up and you’ll head back to your seats. This is not a pass/fail exercise. Tomorrow, after I review my notes we will move on to making you stronger agents and hopefully move you on to the next phase of your training. However, if you have shown no improvement by the end of your three weeks with me, you will be sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D for placement in one of their open departments. So please take the next few weeks very seriously.”

You stepped away from the training mats and started calling out groups of two and watching them. The first set couldn’t land a single hit in the 10 minutes you gave them and the rest of the agents weren’t any better. Your notes consisted of tough criticism and curse words. You weren’t normally this hard on the agents S.H.I.E.L.D sent but the itching and burning sensation on your ankle started to get worse as the day went on. It seemed like you were reaching down to scratch it every ten minutes. You knew there was no way it meant good news.

“Alright guys. As we all could see you have plenty of work ahead of us. You are free to use the rest of the night as you see fit. Grab some dinner, train, do some research, but most importantly get some sleep. Training starts tomorrow.” You dismissed the group and headed to your room. You turned on the tv for background noise but quickly fell asleep.



At six in the morning your alarm went off and you hurried to grab your notes and change into your training outfit before heading down to the gym. You hopped on the treadmill and started working on your pointers for each recruit. After an hour of running your leg started to burn so you decided it was time to stop. When you walked in to the locker room you rolled down the top of your sock to get a good look at the words for the first time since they first appeared. The letters had become tender and the skin around them inflamed. The tiniest amount of pressure sent a sharp sting up your entire leg. No one had said anything about this before.

You pulled your sock up as you heard two of the female recruits come through the door. They both spotted you and smiled before heading to their lockers. You quickly fastened the lock on yours before heading back out to the training area to wait for the rest to show up.

It was almost 8 AM before everyone had filed in. Most of them still had sleep in their eyes and were sporting serious cases of bed head. You sighed and walked out to the center of the room. You pulled the instructor voice out and addressed your audience.

“Alright, Does anyone remember why we train in so many different fighting styles?”

A hand shot up from the middle of the group. “Yes?”

“So that we can defend and incapacitate an attacker no matter the situation…” The blonde girl answered.

“Yes. Very good. Today I had a training session scheduled with one of our newest Avengers for this very reason. Scott?”

Scott slowly made his way from the locker room, giving the agents a small smile and wave.

“Scott here has agreed to help with today’s refresher. Are you ready?”

“Well, this is my first time with an audience so, be gentle.” He joked as he squared up.



You started with basic street fighting, which you knew Scott excelled at. You were trying to give the agents in their seats a taste of what real sparring felt like. After several minutes of both of you landing several good hits you stepped back and addressed everyone.

“That was basic street fighting. You will see this with most lower level thugs and those newest to fighting. Alright Scott, we are going to move on to some more difficult styles. We are going to go at a dramatically slowed down pace so that you can see exactly what we are doing.”


“Before you guys head off to get some lunch Scott and I are going to speed things back up.”

You turned to Scott and prepared for the next round. After couple of near pins from Scott you dropped to the floor and kicked his legs out from under him, throwing him to the ground before you pinned him firmly to the mat.

“Okay guys, go grab some food.” You said before helping Scott off the mat.

“That wasn’t so bad, you picked up quite a bit since the first time.” You said with a smile.



“Thanks.” He said rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, you seemed a little off the other day. Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’ve just got a few things on my mind right now.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. You seem a little better today.”

You pushed his shoulder playfully and told him to go get food before he passed out. On your way out the door you both heard someone faintly clapping from the other entrance. Your heads turned to see who it was when you got an eyeful of the Captain himself.

Oh no. You thought to yourself. This can’t mean good news. He should still be in Wakanda.

You waled over to him and he grabbed you up in a giant hug.

“How did it go?” You asked, a hint of disappointment coloring your tone. You were worried about Steve, you knew that this whole situation was taking a toll on him.

“It worked.” You looked at him in disbelief. “I know its crazy but he did it.”

“Oh my god! That’s amazing! When will he be here? I’d love to meet him!” You exclaimed. Steve was one of your closest friends here and you were excited that things were finally going his way. You were so excited that you almost didn’t notice your ankle flare.

“Any minute actually. He’s on his way up with Steven. He couldn’t to meet you. You really have been a life saver the last few months and he may have heard more than a few stories. Plus he could never resist a pretty girl.” Steve chuckle as the blood flowed to your cheeks.

You pulled your leg up to scratch  as you heard two voices making their way down the hall. The burning sensation got worse and you couldn’t stop scratching.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Steve asked you as you leaned down to focus your attention on your ankle.

“Yeah, Just a mosquito bite.” You lied.

“Well, Y/N, This is Bucky.” When you stood back up you were met with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. “Bucky, This is Y/N, the woman who should be crazy due to how much she’s had to deal with me in the last few months.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and a smile broke across his face at Steve’s words.

“Lovely to meet you, Doll.”





Shit.

Finally Home (Yoongi One-Shot)

Summary: Yoongi is finally home and excited to see you.
Members: Yoongi (Suga) x Reader
Type: Fluff/One-Shot/ teasing smut
Length: 608 Words

So Suga is one of my ultimate biases in BTS (besides V and J-Hope), so I have thought about this scenario one too many times. Anyways, I hope you guys like this scenario <3

I do not own these gifs

-Admin Kat

“Jagiya! Your beloved is home!” You heard Yoongi exclaim from the doorway to your apartment. You were sitting in your room taking a small nap. You knew your boyfriend was coming home today, but he wasn’t supposed to get back until later in the night. You had decided to sneak in a good nap, but now you were completely wide awake. You could hear as Yoongi placed his bags in the hallway and started to make his way towards you. “Jagi, you better not be asleep without me.” Yoongi yelled as he moved closer. You jump up to your feet and stood near the door. The moment he entered, he spread out his arms in a cute gesture to hug you.

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You pulled him into a sweet hug. “Yoongi, why are you here already? You were supposed to come later.” You told him in an excited voice. He smiled at you and kissed the side of your head before walking over to the bed. “We managed to get an earlier plane. I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted to make it a surprise.” His smile grew wider as he looked at your own smile growing. You loved when Yoongi decided to do cute things like this. He was usually too lazy to make elaborate surprises and to blunt to do things that were considered ‘cute’. But to you, the small things were cute. He fell back onto the bed. “I’m so tired!” He exclaimed; not really surprising you.

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He turned his head to look at you. “Are you hungry? Did you get to eat at all? I can go make you something.” You asked in a hurried voice. You had made a plan to make him an elaborate dinner, clean the house, wear your new sexy dress, and fix the bed so it was more comfortable then it currently was. Now all of that was ruined. Yoongi smiled over at you. “No, jagi, just join me in bed. I want to take a nap.” He told you as he reached out for you. You shook your head, “no, I look absolutely hideous right now. I didn’t have time to do my hair or put makeup on for you.” You told him as you started to cover your face. He laughed at your reaction. “Jagi, stop it. I don’t care about your makeup. You look perfect.”

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When you still didn’t come towards him, he smiled at you and stuck up his hand. “Come on, you know how much you missed these fingers.” He teased as he waved his fingers around. He gave you a playful wink and you couldn’t help but blush a little. You slowly walked over to him and took his hand in yours. “Yoongi, aren’t you a little too tired for something like that?” He sat up as you spoke. He pulled you close so you were between his legs. He kissed you sweetly before shrugging. “I’m never too tired for you.”

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He tried to kiss your neck, but you pushed him away gently. “Not right now. You should sleep and I will go make you something to eat. Later tonight we can have a little fun. Okay?” You suggested as you started to walk away. He laughed at you and still reached out towards you. “No, jagi. Would you stay if I used some of my best aegyo?” He asked as he tried to keep you close. You laughed at him as he threw flying hearts and kisses towards you. He chuckled at your laughing and pulled you into a tight hug. “Ah, I missed you so much.” He whispered into your ear.

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Emergency room anon here. Thanks for the fics! Don't worry about late reply I was able to entertain myself (and we were only there 2.5 hours which is extremely surprising!) But I did read them today and they were great! Also my phone changed so many words in that ask without me noticing, oops! Thanks again! ❤️ ❤️

Oh man, I would have expected to be waiting forever, especially on Boxing Day. :’) They do their best, bless ‘em, but there’s nothing I hate more than sitting doing nothing! I’m always .6 seconds away from crashing the kid’s playroom. :/// I’m glad you enjoyed the fics! I love cute one-shots so it was good for me to go re-read some too!

Loving you for quite some time T’challa x reader

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**** IMPORTANT**** (Y/e/n) stands for your enemies name so you can use a bully, ex bully, mean girl you know whatever, go crazy. Okay, so this is my first T’challa one-shot thing so bare with me. I thought of something and it turned into this so… yeah, I figured I’d give it a go. I hope you like it!!!! Enjoy!!! @arfrona-and-marvel @wakandasoldier @waywardwinterfics @arianaamaris @arfrona

Your P.O.V.
You smiled, smoothing down the front of your dress. T’challa had asked to meet up with you today and you were excited because you hadn’t seen much of him since his father’s death and the Avengers coming to hide at his palace. You missed hanging out with him and your many talks and good times. You’d known T’challa since you were very young after you were abandoned as a baby and taken in by one of the Wakandan widows who’d lost her husband and was childless. She had just happened to be the seamstress of the royal family so whenever she had to go you went along. There You’d met T’challa and you were fast friends, and still were.
As you entered the living quarters of the palace, you wave at wanda and Scott. T’challa had gladly introduced you when they’d first come to stay, which you couldn’t stop thanking him for, you’d always dreamed about meeting them, watching them on t.v. wasn’t the same as meeting them for real.
“Morning (Y/n)” Okoye, one of the Dora Milaje that protected T’challa greeted you
“Good morning Okoye… How are you fairing?” You ask following her down the corridor
“I’m doing well, it’s been busy with T’challa ruling now but I do not mind, anything to protect my King” she said and you smiled, that was Okoye, always looking out for T’challa.
“That’s great. Do you have any idea why T’challa called me here?” You ask
“Not in the slightest, the king had not indulged with me or the others what this is about” She told you. As you stopped in front of his office. “The king will be with you in a moment”
“Alright, thank you Okoye” You say before sitting down on the cushy couches next the window looking out into the vast Wakandan jungle. Your mind drift as you wait when a shrill voice startles you out of your thoughts.
“(Y/n)?! What are you doing here?” You look up to find (y/e/n). She was a princess chosen by T’chaka a while ago as a possible suitor for T’challa, though T’challa had resented the whole idea. T’chaka had kept her around for a while in hopes they grew to like each other, but no such luck and she was sent home much to your relief, anytime you were around she’d hang onto T’challa and threatened you when T’challa wasn’t looking. You wondered what she was doing here.
“I have a meeting with T’challa, he asked me to meet him here” You told her.
“Oh, well, he didn’t tell me YOU’D be here. I have no idea why he’d want you to be here in the first place”
“T’challa and I have been friends for a long time (Y/e/n). Of course he’d want me here” You say
“Well obviously you haven’t been here for awhile…” She sniffed
“What do you mean?” You ask
“Well…”She sighed dramatically and you resist the urge to roll your eyes “T’challa had had a change of heart, and well… You might be looking at the future queen of wakanda” She told you with a smirk. You froze. Oh. OH. This explained why he’d want to talk to you and him keeping his distance. He’d had a change of heart and fallen for (Y/e/n). But… no. NO. He’d loathed her and refused the idea of arranged marriage. Why would he go after her now? But then why was (Y/e/n) here? Your heart fell and broke in two as you realized the horrible truth you feared and tried to deny happening. After being in love with him since you were sixteen and you’d thought he’d started to return his feelings but now. Now, he was going to marry royalty like his father had intended instead of the adopted daughter of the royal seamstress.
“But…. I, what?” You stumble over your words, still dazed.“Read my lips you worthless, no name adopted daughter of a seamstress… He doesn’t love you. He never has, never will. He loves me” She told you harshly :And besides, you couldn’t become queen anyway, You’re not royalty” She smirked haughtily.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I-I’ll go” You whisper as you stood, grabbing your purse. “I-I hope you’re both very happy together” You say before leaving quickly, past Okoye and the part of Avengers down the hall and into the elevator, holding yourself together until you’re in the safety of the limo that had brought you to the palace.
You wipe away stray tears as you watch the palace grow smaller as you leave behind your best friend and what could’ve been something beautiful.
T’challa’s P.O.V.
I walked down the hall with almost a hop in my step trying to contain my excitement. I hadn’t seen (Y/n) in a long time and I’d missed seeing her. I was also nervous about what I had to tell her. As I rounded the hall to my office where I knew she’d be waiting, I stopped abruptly when I saw (Y/n) wasn’t there, instead, (Y/e/n) was standing there with a sly grin on her face. I groaned inwardly, I really was not interested and she could NOT take a hint. I frowned, how did she get in here anyway? And where was (Y/n).
“T’challa!!!!” She squealed like a pig and grimaced at the high pitched sound.
“(Y/e/n)… What are you doing here? Where’s (Y/n)?” I asked
“Ooooo honey are you surprised?! I flew in to see you, I bet you missed me terribly!” She said ignoring my second question as she wrapped her arms round my biceps.
“(Y/e/n)?”
“Yes?” She asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes
“Where. Is. (Y/n)?” I asked 
“Ugh. Forget her babe, I sent her away, after I told her about our potential engagement”
“You did what?!” I said
“I sent her away…” (Y/e./n) muttered
`”No. NO. This is unforgivable! Showing up at my palace uninvited, getting rid of my best friend with lies… I’m done. Guards!” I called
“But honey…” She whimpered
“I’m not your honey, I’m not you’re anything… Get out of my sight. I never want to see you again, You are now forever banished from wakanda” I said
“Bu-but… no. We were meant to be! UGH, let go of me! You’ll regret this! You wait and see! No one rejects me and gets away with it!” She shrieked as they took her away. I ignored her threats, as if she could even get past the border without being shot down.
“Okoye! Come with me we’re going after (Y/n)” I said heading down to the garage.
“Yes sir” She replied as I hurried down the hallways, I had to make this right before it was too late and I lost the one person I needed most in my life.
Your P.O.V.
You stood in your small apartment, throwing clothes into open suitcases, wiping away tears as you went, refusing to break down about something that hadn’t been there in the first place. Now it was better to disappear from his life completely. You’re trying to zip one of your overflowing suitcases when a voice stops you.
“You need some help?” T’challa’s gentle voice asks
“No” You huff “What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be with (Y/e/n)?”
“No, I want to be with you” He told you
“T’challa…” You sigh “You know we can’t be together, even if we wanted to… I’m not of royal descendant” you told him, still jiggling the darn zipper while trying to stuff all the escaping clothes.
“I don’t care, I’m king and I can make or change the rules” He said
“What will everyone think? The new king marrying a commoner, that’ll look real good on you and you’ll receive all kinds of prejudice about it I’m sure” You reply bitterly “Why can’t I get this darn zipper to move” You snap pushing it away as angry tears escape.
“(Y/n)…” T’challa gently takes your hand in his “I don’t care, I love you, I’ve loved you for quite some time now, it’s only now that I’ve come to fully realize that I do and how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you” He told you. You blink away tears, looking up at the tall king.
“Really? You love me?” You ask
“Yes, I love you very much” He told you and your face breaks into a smile and you begin to cry again.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry… Why are you crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears
“I’m not sad, these are happy tears” You answer laughing as he kissed your cheeks
“Good, I don’t like it when you’re sad” He told you as he pulled you close. You smiled into his shirt, breathing in his scent.
“By the way, what happened to (Y/e/n)?” You asked
“I banished her, no one hurts you without consequences” he told you and you laughed, pulling him close and kissing him like you’d dreamed about doing since you realized you loved him. He was everything you’d ever wanted in a man and now that you had him there was no way you were going to let go.
Soooo…. what’d you guys think??? Should I do more??? Let me know!!! I hope you liked it!!!

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

Part 1,Part 3

Y/N-Your Name Y/L/N-Your Last Name

“Good morning class.” Your professor said, “Today in Defense against the Dark Arts we are going to cast our own Patronus.”

You smiled happily and glanced at your friends whose smile match your own. All of you were very excited to see what your Patronus would be. You of course had been talking about this moment for a while.

In the classroom where you were there were both Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. It seemed that the room suddenly burst with electricity. So many people were excited.

“Okay let’s see who goes first…” The professor trailed off. “Ms. Evans?”

The red-head shot up in her seat and headed towards the front of the classroom and casting her patronus with ease. It came out as a beautiful doe. You smiled knowing Lilly, she was one of your good friends in Gryffindor. Unaware behind you a little ways James sat there with his mouth wide open. While his friends had their eyes wide open.

“Now who’s next, how about a Hufflepuff. What about Ms Y/L/N.” Your professor said.

You looked at your professor and all of a sudden feel nervous what if you couldn’t do it. Cautiously you walked to the front of the class and pulled out your wand.

“Okay now Ms Y/L/N think of the happiest of memories and say the spell. If it works you should be able to create your Patronus.” You teacher stated, “Now class remember that your Patronus can be any animal.”

Now it was your turn to do something. Taking in a deep breath you thought of all the moments you have had with your friends from all the houses. Playing pranks with the maudurers. Doing homework and laughing with your Ravenclaw friends. Going to Hogsmed with your Hufflepuff Friends. And talking with your Slytherin friends. “Expecto Patronum” you almost whispered. A whisky looking thing flew out of your wand and started to take shape. All of a sudden it became a wolf, a female wolf and ran around the classroom. You laughed with glee as it ran around you. Then vanished as you dropped your want.

“Excelent!” Your professor said very happy that his prize pupils were able to cast their corporeal patronuses.

You smiled and looked around the classroom. Catching Remus break into a giant grin. Before moving on to the next person.

Once you say back down in your seat a band of coughs and sneezes came from the back of the classroom. Especially from Remus and James. Finally Remus raised his hand glancing at you a couple of times before the professor let him speak, “Professor it seems like James and I castes a wrong spell and are now having fits of flu like symptoms. I’m sorry.” He said to the professor sneezing at he beginning and the very end. Maybe it’s because Remus was a great student or that the professor didn’t want anyone else to get sick. He let them leave and go get help with their, “illnesses”.

Class continued normally and everyone either casted their Patronus or almost did. As you left the class you passed Remus and James who were talking amongst themselves. They walked straight into the classroom you had just walked out of and too the teacher. You grabbed Lilly’s and your friends arms and dragged them back to the door which was now a crack open. “There has to be a reason they left class.” You whispered kneeling next to the door while your friends stood at awkward positions above you.

The firs one to cast his Patronus was James. He also did it with ease and it came out as a stag. You glanced up at Lilly who had her mouth open and here eyes surprised.

“That’s why he left. Maybe Remus was just helping him get out of there.” Lilly stated after snapping out of her gaze.

“Or they both have the same patronuses as each other and you have the complimentary one.” Another friend whispered.

Lily shot her a disapproving look, “Trust me, that’s not it.”

Now it was Remus who was casting his Patronus. He stood there a couple of seconds glancing at James before casting his own. It became a wolf just like yours but much larger and much more masculine. Your eyes grew wide as you watch your friend create a complementary patronus. A warm feeling spread through you and a small smile fell upon your face.

But the smile was cut short when one of your friends lost her footing and fell on top of you, “Oof.”

The small group inside the classroom looked to where the sound came from and saw you and your friends through the crack. But didn’t get a chance to say anything because you all ran down the hall and then outside. Thankfully it was the end of your class day. You all stopped behind a tree and caught your breath.

“Well, that was something. It seems like Y/N is okay with it, but lily you appear as if you have seen a ghost.” Your Hufflepuff friend said then burst out laughing.

You heard your name being called and you and your friends started running once more. It looks like you would be running the rest of the day.

They will have to catch you to talk to you.

(Yay Part 2!!!!! Maybe part 3?)