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Ménage à Trois Part Deux: Chapter One

Hey there! Mholo! Sawubona! What’s been up??? I know y’all missed me, and I missed y’all too. I think I’m figuring out the whole work/life balance thing a little better, but I still have less time to write than I used to. That being said, it might take longer than before, but I just couldn’t wait to start this series finally! For those of you who are new here, welcome, and check out the first part of this series HERE before you read part 2. Also, check out my masterlist HERE to see my other stories.

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T’Challa looked out over the bustling Golden City and tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg. An annoyed grimace tightened his handsome face while his eyes frantically searched the skies for even the tiniest hint of movement from the west. Even though the king desperately wanted to pace around the room, he stood still while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night. His agitation grew as the time ticked on, but despite his less-than-pleasant mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror when he caught a glimpse of his reflection. The embroidered black ensemble he chose for the occasion covered his streamlined body like running water. The locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bejeweled bun, and he looked every bit a king.

A knock at the door eased T’Challa’s anxious mind for a second until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a silky golden scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he pivoted to positivity quickly enough for Shuri to miss his initial reaction.

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but she still dapped him up in their special way. He was still her favorite person, no matter how much he annoyed her.

“Whatever,” she sucked her teeth. “I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Zora. And she’s about as honest as they come!”

T’Challa’s jaw tightened at the mention of her name.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late,” grumbled the king.

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She also never gets anywhere on time.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro. She’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, they just could not pull her away from conversing with the crowd.”

The princess smiled.

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” she asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest.

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged as she plopped down on the end of the bed and began picking at her fingernails–an anxious habit that she rarely resorted to. T’Challa immediately caught on to her discomfort, and his overprotective nature flared in his chest. He hated when Shuri wasn’t her normal bubbly self.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed away the tension that had built in his shoulders just that quickly.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The exasperated younger sibling groaned as she fell backward onto the bed, “She won’t stop trying to set me up!”

“Who is it now?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest to look at Shuri in disbelief before continuing his job.

“She’s not your type,” T’Challa stated as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother!”

“I will talk to her,” the king chuckled at her dramatics.

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and the communication bead rolled down into his palm.

“Speak, and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-”

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?” T’Challa asked with an accusatory tone, his eyes squinting curiously.

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a two-hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening.

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to. And need I remind y’all I’m not even that late? We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.”

“It’s because she listens.”

“She’s paid to listen; I’m not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression.

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

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Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing T’Challa’s nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra. Still, she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred students of all ages, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora, would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking who she thought would benefit most from the carefully crafted program. Now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome.

As excited as Zora was for her exchange program to begin, she was running on fumes and needed time to relax and refuel. Not only had she just left Ghana, but she and T’Challa had just visited several Outreach Centers before that. Their trip started in Oakland at the very first Outreach Center. Then, they made stops in Houston, New Orleans, Chicago, D.C., and Atlanta before finishing their rounds in Charleston, where they met their goddaughter for the first time. Unfortunately, T’Challa couldn’t visit long because the elders called him away to handle a security problem near the southern border, but what little time he spent with the new addition to their extended family was more than enough to make an impact on Zora.

Indigo Ayers-Odun, daughter of Keisha and Dakarai, absolutely took Zora’s breath away. She was the best of both her parents, with her mother’s catlike eyes and her father’s broad smile. Zora and T’Challa were both tickled by how cautious the little girl was with them initially. Dakarai’s cautious nature shone through her before Keisha’s bubbly personality took over once she determined they were trustworthy enough for her to bless them with her laughter. She was a little miracle. One that captured the attention of everyone around her and made them wonder about making little miracles of their own.

Zora got caught up in the magic. As soon as she observed T’Challa playing with the infant, she began wondering if maybe the time was right to try for one. She thought of her belly stretching and her hips cracking to make way for a baby that she hoped looked like her twin, and a warmth filled her chest. Those thoughts didn't stick around long, though. They were quickly shot down by her logical mind telling her she was too busy for babies, but they still lingered in the back of her consciousness like a dull headache.

T’Challa noticed the way Zora’s eyes seemed to look past Indigo into the potential future, and M’Baku saw it when she called him on her kimoyo beads so he could see the baby while stuck in Jabariland. Neither man mentioned their observation, but they both held onto hope that they could become parents soon. They tried to hide their baby fever from Zora so she wouldn’t feel pressured, but she knew what they wanted. And as the days passed by, she wanted it more and more, too…

The thought of a tiny hand wrapping around her tattooed finger made Zora sigh as her eyes examined the design, and Bahati smiled knowingly at her friend.

“Missing your Jabari man?” she asked.

Zora simply nodded, not wanting to get too deep into the true reason for her melancholy.

“The gala will fly by, and you can be together after.”

“I know,” Zora sighed again. “I just hate having to treat him like a spare.”

“Zora, I’m sure he knows he’s not a spare. This is all just for show. It’s all politics.”

Zora glanced at herself in the full-body mirror, and a sense of déjà vu washed over her as she found herself transported back to her first morning waking up in Wakanda. She’d never forget the day that Bahati first gave her, Keisha, and that incompetent ambassador a tour of the country that she now called home. She had come a long way in just two, almost three short years. Zora was just an ambassador’s assistant when she first came to Wakanda. So much had changed in her life with that trip to Wakanda. It was supposed to be for a few short weeks, and she ended up falling in love with the country and two of its sons and sticking around. Now, Zora couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the world.

“Don’t worry. Tonight will be a breeze,” Bahati reassured Zora as she gave her one last glance over to check for anything out of place.

Zora smiled at her friend and let the optimistic words wash over her. Tonight would be a breeze…

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Black students and their chaperones, journalists, and government officials from across the diaspora flew into Birnin Zana earlier that day, and each member of the royal family greeted them with a welcoming speech when they arrived. Shuri spoke of her excitement about sharing her technology with the brilliant young minds that had come to Wakanda. Ramonda spoke of how her travels with her late husband only gave her a taste of the outside world but encouraged the young Wakandans that would spend time beyond their borders to truly appreciate the cultural exchange. T’Challa ended the welcome brunch by telling them how the program came to be: Zora. He explained her absence and promised she’d grace them with her presence at the gala when she returned that evening.

Zora ensured each guest received a kimoyo bracelet complete with translator capabilities, and Wakandan tour guides were assigned to small groups of five to ten people. The following day, they’d all receive the same tour that Bahati and T’Challa gave Zora and Keisha when they arrived, plus more specialized tours based on academic focus. The Wakandan students would be greeted by their host communities in their own unique but similar ways. They mingled with their visitors with ease, and by the start of the gala, the only thing that separated them was the culturally specific styles of their formal attire.

The event was held in the palace courtyard, with the setting sun front and center for the guests to marvel at while they trickled into the space from their lodgings across the city. Zora had spent months working with a team of artists, contractors, and craftspeople to make sure the courtyard (as well as the entire palace and the visitor’s apartments) was perfect and to her liking for her visitors. Drummers struck their instruments with their palms in a high-energy rhythm that got the guests dancing before the event began. By the time the guests spotted the Royal Talon descending from the sky on the other side of the palace spires, spirits were so high that they erupted into applause that rang out loud enough for Zora to hear inside the aircraft.

She was a vision in black when T’Challa laid eyes on her as she came down the ramp, and as soon as she saw him, her face lit up. Zora ran to T’Challa and jumped into his arms, not caring about messing up their formal attire or makeup. Their lips locked in a wet embrace they had longed for over the past two weeks, and their bodies came alive at the other’s touch. His firm hands held her up and grabbed her cheeks to pull her body closer to his while her arms wrapped around his neck. Tongues explored mouths, and they breathed as one again.

Being apart for the past two weeks was rough for Zora and T’Challa. Seeing Indigo brought up a lot of emotions for them both, and being without their loves during that time made for some lonely nights. Kimoyo chats can only do so much, especially when Zora loved taking every opportunity she could to tease her man. Her fingers would explore her depths while she panted and moaned and called his name, wishing her walls were contracting around his girth, and he couldn’t help but stroke himself until he overflowed with passion watching her performance. He’d tell her what to do, and she’d become her bratty self instantly, forcing him to keep a running tab of her infractions.

There were eight.

Half of those infractions come from her insistence on not calling him by whatever name he allows her to at the time. Sometimes he wants to hear her call him the same name as the rest of the world, and other times he only allows “Sir.” When she wants to get under his skin, she’s always resorted to calling him by his title, and T’Challa kept count of four times when she chose to push that button.

Another three came from her refusal to take his directions. He told her to remove her panties; she pushed them to the side. He ordered her to stop rubbing her clit when she seemed like she was about to climax, but Zora did it anyway, a satisfied smirk on her face as her juices dripped down on her hand. Then, her striptease while the king was in a meeting with the council. Every few seconds, T’Challa’s kimoyo beads dinged with a picture that he dared not open until after the meeting, each one of her in fewer clothes than the one before. By the time he called her after the meeting ended, she was cumming all over her favorite vibrator and screaming his name in her soundproof suite on the Talon while he tried his best to maintain composure in the two free minutes he had in his schedule.

The last infraction was when Zora’s bratty side got out of hand. T’Challa had missed her usual before-bedtime call, and when he called her back twenty minutes later, Zora was tired and cranky from a long day of global politicking. Her attitude made her mouthy, and when she accused him of sleeping with his assistant, he’d had enough. The following day, she didn’t even remember their conversation, but the king had already begun plotting revenge.

Those thoughts of punishment disappeared from T’Challa’s mind when he saw Zora in the flesh again. His heart nearly stopped as he took in her curves, from the royal purple polish on her stubby toes to the tip of the beaded halo resting comfortably in her curls. His hands felt like they were glued to her ass, and he couldn’t help but squeeze it tighter and test the jiggle in his hands to make sure it was all still there.

Zora whimpered against T’Challa’s mouth when his fingertips got dangerously close to her lower lips, and his body responded with a rush of blood between his legs. He pressed his pelvis into her warmth and held her tighter while she gripped him as if he would ever drop her.

“Oh, my Bast!”

Zora pried her eyes open at the interruption and saw T’Challa’s new assistant trying her best to remain professional. The rest of the staff was used to their displays of affection and worked around them like it was nothing, but poor Kidada looked stunned to see her boss and king in such a precarious position.

“Uxolo kumkani–”

The two lovers cooled down and pulled apart with a chuckle, and the king waved off her nervous ramblings.

“No need to apologize, Kidada.”

She nodded and pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her round nose, looking away nervously while Zora and T’Challa were both swarmed by their stylists.

“How’s it looking out there?” Zora asked the assistant while the makeup artist touched up her lipstick.

“The visitors saw the Talon arrive, and they’ve begun asking for you.”

“We won’t keep them waiting much longer.”

“We?” T’Challa scoffed, and Zora cut her eyes at him, forcing Bahati to stifle a giggle.

“We’re a unit now, T’Challa, or have you forgotten your vows?” Zora teased, and it became T’Challa’s turn to cut his eyes.

“As if I could ever do such a thing.”

“I know, baby. You love me too much.”

“That and the eidetic memory,” T’Challa smirked, his eyes trailing up to the isicholo on Zora’s head.

His mind traveled back to the day he first placed it there as vividly as if he still existed in that very moment. The procession through Birnin Zana was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen until they made it to the palace steps, and he was allowed to turn around and face his future wife. The brightly colored flower petals that filled the air and covered the ground they walked on as they made their way through the city streets had nothing on Zora in her intricately woven purple robes and stark white wedding paint. Ramonda comforted Cheryl as they gave their children away to be married on the palace steps, and both mothers had tearfully proud smiles on their faces as the priestess declared their union to be blessed by Bast. T’Challa remembered hearing slight sniffles coming from Shuri’s direction, but he was too busy gazing into his new wife’s twinkling eyes as he secured her crown.

Zora caught him staring, but she knew where his memory had taken him. She reached out her hand to intertwine their fingers, and the swirling patterns that the tattooist etched into their skin the day they were wed completed the design in the way they intended.

“Let’s go,” she said with a soft smile.

T’Challa brought her hand to his lips and led the way out of the dressing room with Kidada, Bahati, and their Dora Milaje detail on their heels.

“My king, my queen,” Kidada rushed out as she followed behind them. “The queen mothers and the princess are already seated at the table, as are the council members, and the-”

“M’Baku?” Zora stopped walking and looked back at the assistant expectantly, but Kidada deferred to T’Challa.

“Zora,” he began, “he decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He sent Dembe in his absence.”

“Oh.” Disappointment weighed on Zora’s vocal cords like the heaviest boulder. “Is he ok?”

T’Challa sweetly cupped Zora’s face with the hand not interwoven with hers.

“He knew he could not remain professional in front of our guests.”

Zora nodded solemnly, and took a step forward, only to be pulled back into T’Challa’s embrace.

“My love, he-”

“I understand… it’s hard for me, too.”

He kissed her forehead, and the two of them took off again towards the courtyard with their entourage in tow.

Zora tried to go over her speech, but her mind kept wandering back to M’Baku. She couldn’t help but feel a little hollow inside every time he came up. That emptiness came not just from missing her Jabari man, but because, in order to build relationships with foreign dignitaries, Zora had to become something she despised: dishonest. More than telling simple lies, she had to hide a piece of herself because of her global peers’ conservative sensibilities surrounding non-traditional relationships.

Wakanda was already under so much scrutiny from the global press. The country’s name was being dragged through the mud by conservatives and liberals alike for their exclusionary practices, neither side of the political spectrum truly grasping the concept of reparations for descendants of chattel slavery. The United Nations was breathing down their necks for a taste of vibranium. Zora specifically had become the target of many a smear campaign calling her every foul name under the sun for “sleeping her way into the palace”—a sentiment that lost a news reporter in the UK his job when his boss mysteriously received pictures of said reporter in blackface taken just two years prior.

To Wakandans, and many people around the world with liberated mindsets, polyamory is just another way of life; there are also many who see it as unacceptable, especially when a woman has more than one man. The woman is considered loose and therefore unworthy of respect, and the men are seen as weak for allowing such a thing to transpire. As incorrect as that thinking is, Zora knew all too well the ass-backward logic of the colonized world, and it was her decision to keep the true nature of her relationship with M’Baku under wraps to be taken seriously. The world would at least halfway respect a gold-digger, but a whore, especially when in the body of a Black woman, was seen as nothing more than an object to be used. To only speak when spoken to and to not demand the respect said whore deserves.

That meant that while the visitors were inside Wakanda, the throuple was to act as a couple in public, and that M’Baku didn’t join Zora and T’Challa for diplomatic trips to foreign countries. However, when Zora chose to keep her other man from the world, she quickly learned that it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. In fact, it downright ripped her apart every time she had to restrain herself from holding his hand or planting a kiss on his cheek in specific settings. Every time Zora had to lie about their relationship or stop herself from touching him, her stomach churned at the lack of affection, but she’d always more than make up for it later.

Zora gave up on practicing her speech and let her mind wander to after the gala when the three of them would be together for the first time in weeks. She knew her guilt would make it difficult for her to accept the intimacy that M’Baku and T’Challa were undoubtedly about to lay on her for both her successful event and to celebrate their reuniting after her travels. She’d have to pay extra close attention to M’Baku, but as soon as she began planning all the things she wanted to do to him, the group arrived at the final set of double doors leading to the courtyard.

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The king and queen of Wakanda smiled so wide their cheeks hurt as they took picture after picture with their guests, much to Okoye’s dismay. She was on high alert, having so many foreigners in her home country, and although she loved the idea of the children coming to visit, she loathed the politicians and journalists that followed them. She didn’t trust them one bit, so she had her Dora Milaje, the palace guards, and the tribal warriors, on guard. Of course, each person had been vetted, and no weapons were brought into the country, but the warriors remained ready just in case something popped off.

The general scanned the crowd while Zora spoke to a twelve-year-old girl who was interested in design and had complimented her isicholo when she noticed the entrance to the gardens darken, and a prominent figure appeared from the shadows. Okoye fought a smirk as she continued to survey the space, and as soon as the young girl left Zora’s side, she leaned in close to whisper a message to her queen.

“Your husband is here, kumkanikazi wam.”

Zora’s face lit up, and she instantly began searching the crowd for his figure until she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She looked T’Challa’s way, and his eyes darted to the back corner as he nodded in that direction, having heard Okoye’s whisper with ease. Zora’s gaze followed his lead, and not a second later, her body felt flush as she laid her eyes on none other than the chief of the Jabari himself.

M’Baku stood near the entrance to the gardens wearing his chief furs, his large arm guards filling out his already massive silhouette in a way that made Zora’s mind go straight to the gutter. She felt a tingle between her legs at the thought of parading around his room in his furs while he was naked and tied down to his bed. The queen tried in vain to fight the urge to stare, but she was too weakened by his presence. He felt her gaze from across the room and looked away from his conversation with his liaison Dembe. Their eyes met, and it was as if the entire room had melted away. All that mattered was the man by her side and the man yards away from her. The only thing she felt was T’Challa’s warm arm sliding around her waist and the icy chill of M’Baku’s absence from her other side.

Always knowing exactly what Zora was feeling, T’Challa leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Now would be a good time for you to stretch your legs if you’d like.”

Zora tore her eyes away from M’Baku, and they landed square on the only man the entire world knew to be hers, a knowing and thankful smile gracing her plump lips before she met him for a chaste kiss.

“I’ll be back.”

T’Challa unhanded her waist and let her slip from his side, his eyes slyly taking in her figure in her jumpsuit as she sashayed toward the gardens with Ayo not far behind. He didn’t have time to daydream about what lay beneath the dark fabric because the U.S. Secretary of State dampened his mood by stepping into his line of vision.

While T’Challa was being hounded by Secretary Ross yet again, Zora slowly made her way through the room, stopping every few steps to mingle while she monitored M’Baku as she grew closer and closer to his warmth. When she stopped just four feet away from him to applaud a blended group of teenagers dancing together, he slipped away from Dembe and back into the gardens, causing Zora to smirk. So, he wanted to play games?

Zora glanced at T’Challa across the room to check in, and his slight nod gave her all the approval she needed.

“Ayo, please make sure we are undisturbed.”

“Ewe, kumkanikazi wam,” the lieutenant nodded and stood guard at the garden entrance.

Zora winked at Dembe as she slipped through the gate, and they sent back a knowing little wave as she disappeared into the shrubbery. The sounds of the party grew fainter with every step she took into the depths of the lush gardens until her stilettos became louder against the stone path than the drums in the distance. Zora’s feet carried her all the way there on autopilot, and when she rounded the last corner, her body came alive when a warm presence engulfed her.

It was a presence she knew all too well, one she had joined with before Hanuman in a ceremony that brought tears to her eyes. When she looked down at the large hands that had taken hold of her waist, a smile took over her face at the black ink embedded in the skin. His and her hands marked forever to solidify their union, just as her right hand held the same marks that decorated T’Challa’s skin. Her smile grew wider when he pulled her in tight and kissed her neck, his hands gripping the two strands of beads that decorated her waist given to her by her two husbands in a much more intimate exchange within the confines of her bedroom.

“You were great up there, my sweet,” M’Baku rumbled into the crook of her neck, and Zora sighed into the deep vibrations.

“How would you know? You missed my speech.”

“Dembe recorded on their beads so I could still watch you.”

Zora turned around in his arms and cupped his bearded face in her hands.

“I wish you could’ve been there with me.”

M’Baku kissed her deeply.

“I do, too.”

Zora reached for his hand and led him to her favorite bench in the entire garden. It had been carved from the trunk of an ancient tree that fell during an unseasonably powerful storm that blew through the night Shuri was born and placed in a secluded corner of the gardens. The carpenter paid extra close attention to detail when they made it, and Zora couldn’t help but feel drawn to it every time she entered the green space. So much so that M’Baku and T’Challa regularly found her escaping her duties by reclining on that very bench and soaking up the fresh air in silence.

“I have missed you, Zora,” M’Baku mumbled, his lips dusting over Zora’s knuckles as he planted soft kisses on her inked skin.

Zora’s lips met his before she could even think to preserve her makeup, and not seconds later, she was straddling his lap… until the sound of a shutter pierced the air, and a rustling of leaves forced them apart.

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queenlydias · 1 year

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It's been a hell of a long time since I've been on here, but Twitter is dying so I'm trying to be more active over here. But, I need more followers and content to obsess over. So here's some things that go on in my head

Teen Wolf and any of the actors

Winter Soldier

Black Panther

Queer community

TTRPGs

Cats

Autism stuff

Mental health stuff in general

Football

#teen wolf #catws #the winter soldier #black panther #T'Challa #bucky barnes #lgbtq #bisexuality #nonbinary #ttrpg #ttrpg podcast #cats #autism #autistic adult #mental health #football #college football

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 days

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Is there also an infamous post attached to the 'not shipping stucky' debacle? (Hope your day is nice!)

no there's just an ask that's long since been lost to the void where someone helpfully informed me that being a bisexual woman does not make me immune to being homophobic against queer men, and by "being homophobic" they meant not shipping Stucky. the idea that someone might perceive me as homophobic was incredibly upsetting at the time because I was 19 and therefore had the emotional endurance of a toddler but god in hindsight it's so funny. I should mention that this was back when I was regularly publishing posts about Sam Wilson dicking down with Steve or T'Challa, so the issue was very obviously not that I was disgusted by men having sex with each other and just that I didn't ship the wonder bread brothers.

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yanderemcu · 1 year

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Yandere Shuri: The princesses obsession

Ways of affection:

Gifts

What its like:

You roam free so you can do anything you want well except leave.

Likes:

Someone smart and good with tech. Sweet,funny and loving too.

How they handle killing:

Doesn't have to since she's a princess has someone else do it.

Perfect date:

Making something together

Where you'll stay:

Wakanda,her family's castle

How clingy they get:

4/10

Who do they trust enough to tell their secret to:

T'Challa

How long does it take for them to finally take you:

1 month

Kidnapping:

She thought that Wakanda was better for you. So she brought you to her home. You were stuck in the castle with her and her family.

Pet names:

Hun

Sweetie

Love

Would they ever break their love:

Yes if she has to

How much do they worship you:

A lot. She has a whole area in her neck room dedicated to you.

Type:

Jealous

Intelligent

Rich

Obsessed

Caring

Punishment:

Isolation or invents something to hurt you.

Plans for future:

A nice family life with you. Kids. A few pets. Marriage.

Bisexual

#yandere #yandereshuri #black panther #yandere avengers #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #yandere girl #yandereblackpanther #princess shuri #shuri x reader #black panther x reader #letita wright

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 8 months

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To Think That We Could Stay the Same

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50084125 by olicreates Peter Parker's life is going in ways he never expected. His aunt finds out about his after-school activities (AKA Spider-Man), he finally lands an actual internship, and they move into a... new place... in Midtown Manhattan. Maybe May won't burn down the kitchen on the first day, somehow. Tony Stark's a mess. He won't admit it, but he misses his team. He wants everyone back together, if only so he can pretend they're friends, yet again. In the meantime, he hangs out with a teenager for some reason. It's not because he genuinely enjoys the company-- Pete's just smart, okay? Tony doesn't have a soft spot for the kid. He doesn't. Steve didn't mean for everything to go this way. He just wants Bucky and his friends safe. He wants to go back home, fix the mess he created, preferably without getting locked in a prison. He longs for a chance to make up for the things he did. To build a life. ------------ The Avengers get back together again. Eventually. Accompanied by a certain Spider-Kid. Words: 3828, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, May Parker (Spider-Man), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Harley Keener, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Avengers Team Members (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Everyone, Harley Keener & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Shuri Additional Tags: Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Fix-It, Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Post-Movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Peter Parker Meets the Avengers, Canon Divergence - Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Tony Stark Lives in Avengers Tower, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bisexual Peter Parker, BAMF Pepper Potts, Everyone Is Alive, The Avengers Live in Avengers Tower (Marvel), Deaf Clint Barton, BAMF Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Family Dynamics, Domestic Avengers, Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Has Issues, Canon-Typical Violence, making everyone friends because marvel screwed us over, Everyone Needs A Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Everyone Has Issues, Texting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mitski References, Peter Parker is a Mitski Fan, Found Family, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker Has Sensory Issues, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Clint Barton in the Ceiling Vents, Peter Parker is a Little Shit read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50084125

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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About Yelenasdiary

Some of you lovely peaches asked me to do a little about me introduction, so, here it is!! Please don't be afraid to ask any questions if you'd like to know more ☺️

Let's start off with the basics, shall we?

Name: Rachel, but you can call me Rach, nox and/or Rachel.

Age: 25.

Birthday: Somewhere in April, I'll let you work it out 🤭.

Pronouns: She/Her.

From: Australia 🇦🇺.

Sexuality: Bisexual. Although, I am far more attracted to women than I am men and I don't actually think I could sleep with a man.

Favourite Colour: Blue, it's a very certain shade of blue.

Socials: floziki on Instagram & TikTok & Yelenasdiary on Wattpad.

Who do I stan? Just to name a few...

Angelina Jolie, Florence Pugh, Elizabeth Olsen, Emily Deschanel, Paget Brewster, Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan, Justin Bieber, Doja Cat, Ice Cube, Eminem, 50 Cent, Bones, Jaden Smith, XXXTENTION, PNB Rock, Baeza, Rachel Weizs, Michael Ealy, Michael B. Jordan, Hailee Steinfeld, Travis Scott, ABBA + more

My favourite Marvel characters in order;

Yelena, Wanda, Bucky, Nat, Kate, T'Challa, Tony, Killmonger, Falcon, Melina, Thena, Makkari & Groot!

My top 3 Marvel movies;

Age of Ultron, Black Widow, Winter Soldier!

Some facts...

I have 3 dogs & a cat. 2 dogs are mine, one is my mothers but we basically just share all the pets are they are family. Their names are; Duggie, Archie & Fat Tony. Our cat's name is Mazda, yes, after the car brand lmao!

I've met Toby Sebastian (Florence's brother) & TYGA.

I have a store on RedBubble where I sell designs on mostly my faves.

I rather TV Shows over Movies, my favourite show being Bones.

I'm currently studying Cert. 4 in Design to help enhance my skills within the digital design/art world.

My music taste is mostly Rap, Hip/hop, R&B, a little pop & plenty of 90s-2000s R&B and Hip/Hop.

I collect Funko Pops! Trading cards and comics. Mostly of my faves as I don't have enough room to collect everything lmao.

Apple over Android.

I have authentic autographs from; Elizabeth Olsen, Paget Brewster, Angelina Jolie, Scarlett Johansson, Rachel Weisz, Florence Pugh, David Harbour & Toby Sebastian.

I own props from the TV Show, Bones. I have Booth's tie, Brennan's gold bracelet & a business card from both Booth and Sweets!

I love Whales, especially orcas and begluas.

My number 1 destination to travel to is Rio de Janeiro.

I am dyslexic, unfortunately this was something I only found out a few years ago (my mother always knew, she just didn't want to tell me for self esteem reasons). It's hard to say if I have moderate or severe dyslexia. Moderate or severe dyslexia just means the level of severity of the difficulties you may have. There is no hard and set rules as to cut off points because there are different issues that need to be taken into consideration.

I love gold and rose gold over silver. Goes better with my skin lmao.

I'm more than happy to add to this etc, but I hope you enjoyed this little getting to know me 💖

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redinmyledger-8 · 9 months

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My LGBTQIA+ Marvel Headcanons:

Steve Rogers: Bisexual and Transgender (FTM) (he/him)

Bucky Barnes: Gay (he/they)

Natasha Romanoff: Demisexual Lesbian (she/they)

Wanda Maximoff: Pansexual and Transgender (MTF) (she/her)

Maria Hill: Lesbian (she/her)

Clint Barton: Biromantic Asexual (he/him)

Tony Stark: Asshole (he/him)

Sam Wilson: Gay (he/him)

Yelena Belova: Asexual and Aromantic (she/they)

Kate Bishop: Bisexual (she/her)

Thor Odinson: Pansexual (he/him) (lesbian protector)

Loki Laufeyson: Pansexual and Genderfluid (any pronouns)

Bruce Banner: Gay (he/him)

Valkyrie: Bisexual (she/her)

Carol Danvers: Lesbian (she/her)

Peter Parker: Bisexual and Transgender (FTM) (he/him)

Shuri Udaku: Lesbian (they/she)

T'challa Udaku: Omniromantic and Demisexual (they/he)

Okoye: Lesbian (she/her)

G'iah: Lesbian and Non-Binary (they/them)

Monica Rambeau: Bisexual (she/her)

Maria Rambeau: Lesbian (she/her)

Xu Shang Chi- Bisexual (he/him)

Xu Xialing: Lesbian (she/her)

Katy Chen: Bisexual (she/her)

#lgbtq #marvel #lesbian #gay #bisexual #trans #queer #pansexual #asexual

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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months

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now that loki is a tree forever, who is your top bf and top gf pick for sylvie from the mcu?

for me, i think sylvie and ravonna should spice up their hate relationship and i also think thor x sylvie would make sense in a weird way.

Sylvonna is a good one, yeah. Enemies to lovers!

I think Sylvie/Valkryie would be good too. Both bisexual + Canon-Typical Knifeplay = true love.

I am UNSURE on Thorvie though. I think the incest might put them off there because they don't know each other and if they did incest it'd have to be in the accidental "oh no it turns out my lover is somehow my sibling" way, not in the thorki way where they are each other's entire reason for doing anything ever. There you go, Sylvie is a Loki variant so variant from the norm that she isn't in love with her own brother. Shocking! :O

So for guys I suppose it'd be one of the Avengers? Who's in the Avengers again. Erm... What about Steve McSteve? They could bond over hating facists and then kiss? I feel like this question is showing my lack of knowings about the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Oh, what about T'Challa? He seems nice. I think Sylvie should have a man that is nice, like genuinely nice not "nice guy" nice. Someone who will treat her good and gently dissuade her from eating roadkill because she doesn't need to do that any more. Maybe Bruce McHulk?

Though I am trying to invent my own canon where there's no tree because I hate the tree thing SO MUCH it's AWFUL it even turns S1 from being lovely to being a game of taunting the characters with hope that it intends to snatch away from them just to be spiteful. I'm in favour of the occasional Tragic Ending but sorry that one just feels mean-spirited so I refuse it. FUCK OFF, TREE ENDING!!!

#replies #shipping #loki series #sylvonna #thorki #none of the rest have smushnames :(

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ironstrangeao3 · 1 year

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Chosen Family

by stucky_stories

‘Disappointment, mistake, burden, failure’ are all words Peter has heard his whole life. Peter Parker is known as the sweet kind orphan in Queens, New York. He lost his parents when he was 4 in a plane crash, then a year later he lost his uncle due to a robbery. He lives with his aunt but is always alone because she is working 24/7 to get money for the bills and food for her and her nephew.

Words: 1136, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Michelle Jones, T'Challa (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Betty Brant, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Liz Allan (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel)

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Thor, Michelle Jones/Shuri, T'Challa/Sam Wilson (Marvel), Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Carol Danvers/Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Avengers, Steve Rogers Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Bucky Barnes Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Harley Keener, Natasha Romanov Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Pepper Potts Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Good Friend Michelle Jones, Avengers Tower, Lesbian Shuri (Marvel), Lesbian Michelle Jones, Trans Peter Parker, Bisexual Peter Parker, Gay Harley Keener, How Do I Tag, Author Is Sleep Deprived

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46225879

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #fanfic #ao3

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tchallasbabymama · 1 year

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Preview of Ménage à Trois Part Deux

I'm feeling generous (also productive af), so here's an unedited preview of Chapter 1. Full chapter coming in January! Make sure you read the first part by then!

T’Challa tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg, an annoyed grimace tightening his handsome face. He stood still in his quarters while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night, but internally he was getting more and more agitated as the time ticked on. Despite his mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror. The embroidered black ensemble covered his streamlined body like running water, and the locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bun.

A knock at his door eased his mind momentarily, until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a gold scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he managed to pivot to positivity quick enough for Shuri to not catch his reaction.

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but still dapped him up.

“Whatever. I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Your wife.”

His jaw tightened.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late.”

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She was late her own wedding.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro, she’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, she just could not be pulled away from conversing with the crowd.”

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” Shuri asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest.

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged and plopped down on the end of his bed.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The princess groaned and fell backwards onto the bed.

“She won’t stop trying to set me up.”

“Who is it this time?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest for a moment to look at the princess in disbelief before continuing his job.

“She’s not your type.”

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother.”

“I will talk to her.”

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and his communication bead rolled down into his palm.

“Speak and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled up at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-“

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a three hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening.

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to, and need I remind y’all I’m not even that late. We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.”

“It’s because she listens.”

“Employees are paid to listen, wives are not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression.

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call, and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing his nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra, but she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

Zora sighed and eyeballed the beaded multicolored isicholo that sat on her vanity. Heavy truly was the head that wore the crown, especially on a day as important as this. After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred teenage students, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking exactly who she thought would benefit most from the program, and now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome.

As exciting as all of this was, Zora couldn’t help but feel a little empty inside because in order to build relationships with the foreign dignitaries, she had to lie. Not only did she have to lie, but she also had to hide a piece of herself all because of their conservative sensibilities surrounding polyamorous relationships. They knew her as Zora Franklin, Queen of Wakanda and wife to T’Challa Udaku. What they didn’t know was that T’Challa wasn’t Zora’s only husband.

Taglist: @maddeningmayhem, @theblulife, @motheroffae, @love-mesome-me, @toni9, @brihann, @impremenior , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @brattyfics , @cecereads209 , @afriendlyblackhottie , @queengodiva619 , @musicisme333 , @dersha89 , @ljstraightnochaser , @bornamiracle , @strangeprincex-writes , @goddessofmischief0711, @griot-of-wakanda

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fanfiction #t'challa fanfiction #m'baku fanfiction #t'challa x oc x m'baku #throuple #polyamory #bisexual #Spotify

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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3 Guys and a Baby

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47023693

by Simp4lupin

"Oh, my god. 𝘰𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥. You three have a 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚?"

"Romanoff, I swear-"

The redhead only cooed at the child, who giggled in response. Then looked up at her three guardians, and murmured, "Wonder who's gonna be called daddy."

-------- Bucky Barnes goes out for wood on a reserve in Montana, to find a small child in the middle of a meadow, with only a blanket to her name. Wanting to keep her, the Winter soldier takes her back to the campsite where Steve and Sam have been setting up, and plead his case. The three seem to feel a connection with her.

But when she starts to show something more, it could start getting tricky.

Words: 1378, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers (Comics), Young Avengers (Comics), Avengers Assemble (Cartoon), Marvel, Marvel 616

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Zuri (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Artist Steve Rogers, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Protective Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Friendship, Bisexual Sam Wilson, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Matchmaker Natasha Romanov, Alternate Universe - Marvel Cinematic Universe Fusion, The Avengers: The Avengers Initiative (Comic), Domestic Avengers, Post-Avengers (2012), Avengers Family, Protective Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is Good With Kids

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47023693

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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brw · 1 year

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i didnt realise you posted two ask games anyway, reed richards for the character for the other one

do I like them: he's my babygirl my angel my wife my slut my pet rabbit my strange aetheral neighbour my newscast presenter my wild frog my sailor my middle-class victorian gentleman part of the homosexual nightlife my courier and my best friend.

5 good qualities: loves wife. and friends. and children. and many other things he is filled with love.

autism <3

makes a concentrated effort to believe in the best in other people, even when he really shouldn't or doesn't want to. he always thinks people can be better & can improve themselves which i admire.

uses his powers to give his friends & wife & children super mega hug which i think is the best application for stretchy powers.

he's like genuinely a good guy. like he is nice & polite & gives good tips when he takes a cab & has his wife & kids & friends at the forefront of his mind at all times he just makes uhhh bigger decisions than most people do n i hate comics & fans who try to make him into someone malicious or cruel like. no.

3 bad qualities: keeps getting soul married to different men like a whore.

was gay with johnny in an alt universe but NOT ben or victor??? fucked up.

didn't let valeria build bombs.

favourite episode/etc: marvel knights 4 #4 by a longshot. i don't know how mr aguirre-sacasa wrote something so good & devolved so much as the series progressed but its my fave ever.

otp: tbh i ship almost every big reed ship. i love you reedsue i love you doomreed i love you benreed i like reed/t'challa & reed/blackagar & reed/medusa too there's so many good ones i appreciate all of them.

brotp: reed & ben obviously but i love his friendships with t'challa & hank pym those r good.

ot3: benreedsue :)

notp: i couldn't name one tbh? i'm pretty open minded with reed.

best quote: the final two pages from secret wars. "everything lives". it gets me.

head canon: bisexual and genderweird he's got a strange little gender he's peculiar abt it. oh also grey ace.

give me a character & i will answer...

#ask games} answers #mariam 🐉#ch: i believe we endure

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luxshine · 2 years

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Sigh. Ok, Dear Moon Knight fandom,

We REALLY need to talk.

I've written now about... 5 posts begging people to tag their shit. In particular, to tag #Separate Bodies fics. For ME? It's a preference. I want to read about the Boys as whom they are, a System. I want to read about the challenges about navigating a relationship when everyone is in the same body (In those fics where Layla is not with them, although I do prefer them with Layla) or three people are in a body and the fourth one can only see/hear one at a time.

Is it challenging to write? Hell yeah. But it's possible.

HOWEVER, I am not the only reader of the Moon Knight fandom. Neither are all the members of the Moon Knight fandom singlets.

For obvious reasons, the Moon Knight fandom has a TON of interest from the Plural community. And THEY are the ones who get hurt and worse when they are hit with fic, after fic, after fic, after fanwork where the guys are depicted either as in separate bodies, or as thinking that the ONLY way to be happy is if they're in separate bodies.

Now, as every time, I will tell you that this is not a post about "Don't write X because of Y". This is a post that reminds you if you are going to write X... THINK of WHY.

And also, consider what the hell you are doing by turning a lovely Plural System into Three Separate Singlets just because it's easier for you.

Because what you are doing, intentionally or not? Is straight-washing, is white-washing, is Simple and Plain Erasure.

I can talk a lot about intersectional representation. Moon Knight, in the comics, is a Czech-American, Jewish, Neuro Divergent Plural Superhero. Do you know how RARE that is? Not only that, he's one of the very few, if not the ONLY representation of a System that doesn't have an Evil Alter, where every Alter cares for each other, and whose final goal is not Integration. Seriously, find another one. I will wait. Because the other two BIG ones in Marvel? Are Legion and Typhoid Mary. And BOY are those two a big package to Unpack.

With that in mind, making the boys have separate bodies? Is like making Marc Catholic considering that, in the series? He's the ONLY jewish character in the MCU. Yes, Magneto is jewish, but he is still not in the MCU; and Wanda and Pietro? Not Jewish even in the comics, because even if Magneto IS Jewish, their mother was Roma, and that's ANOTHER group that is so underrepresented that taking that away is a big no-no. Or grab one of the, again, incredibly few bisexual characters in comics and make them either exclusively homosexual or heterosexual. OR... well, sorry, grabbing a character of color and making them white.

I know some of you may jump at that comparison, but the boys's plurality is as basic and integral to their character as ethnicity is to T'challa or America Chavez, or Shang-chi. And since you wouldn't write white America Chavez... you shouldn't just write Moon Knight in separate bodies, at least not without WARNING.

Oh, and for those who want to say "But if I tag it AU is fair game"? No. Marvel Universe canon: Every single Moon Knight in every single universe of the multiverse? Is Plural. Hell, even Arachknight who is MORE of a Peter Parker alternate universe version has DiD, because he is also Moon Knight. Yes, some writers only pay lip service to the DiD -glaring at Dixon- but at the very least they DO describe Moon Knight as having Did. So the Au tag by itself doesn't imply otherwise. SO again, PLEASE, two words: Separate Bodies. That's IT.

Consider the group you are part of, because I am willing to bet that unless you are white, cis, straight, neurotypical, body abled AND within the margin of 25 - 35 years of age in the USA? You are part of an under represented or misrepresented minority group. How much representation in media THAT side of your self has. And how much of it is actually positive and not a negative stereotype that makes you be the victim of harassment or discrimination. And then imagine someone NOT part of that group coming, and striping THAT away from the one character you managed to find and claim as your own.

And again, yes, you may say "But Moon Knight is also Jewish representation, Autistic representation, Hispanic representation, so why can't we focus on those?" Well, first, I never said you couldn't. Yo can and you should. NO part of Moon Knight's background and personalities (as in, the personalities of each Alter, of course) should be erased. Marc and Steven are jewish, Jack -in the series - Is latino, not just "knows spanish" (and well, yeah, actually, all off them are Jewish and latino because that's something the Body IS, but of the three, Marc and Steven are the ones who got all the visual clues to their jewishness, such as the Star of David necklace, while Jack wasn't on screen long enough to know, and neither Steven nor Marc seemed interested in their latin roots given that their hispanic parent was, well, Wendy.), and because TPTB said so? The guys ARE Autistic. But before ALL of that? They're THEY. They're a System, and we must respect that.

And, unlike other changes and communities who WILL pile on you if you erase them (Seriously, I dare you: Say that Willow Rosenberg from Buffy the Vampire Slayer is Bisexual and not a Lesbian. I will be on the sidelines with popcorn because Man, that is always a shitstorm) the Plural community ONLY asks for respect in the form of Tags.

So yeah, keep writing your separate bodies fic if you want. But for the love of Tawaret (Because I know you, Moon Knight Fandom, not many of us love Khonshu) TAG YOUR SHIT!

#moon knight fanfic etiquette #This was going to be a meta about the importance of representation #and intersectional representation #but I ran across other THREE untagged separate bodies fics #And then one that called Jake Lockley's hispanic identity performative #and then that idiot who claimed that the lesson from Moon Knight #was about the spiritual path of singlets #AND those insisting that the only real happy ending for the guys is integration #And I saw red #and wanted to bring my bat to the party.#So instead of the bat #here's a long rant.

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