Avengers x Reader Imagines

I'm Here (T' Challa)

You pace the floor behind the curtain, staring at your phone.  Tonight was the night.  The night of your debut as a singer.  After years of choir and voice lessons, you have made it to Broadway for a one night performance of The Phantom of the Opera.  And all your friends and family will be here to see you play the role of Christine.  Well, at least the one friend you have.

Y/N:  Hey, are you almost here?  The show is going to start in five minutes. 

F/N:  On my way

Y/N:  Can't wait for you to be with me during this performance!  It makes me feel so much better knowing you'll be there watching me.  I'm so nervous right now!

F/N: k

You frown as you see your friend unenthusiastic reply.  Oh well, it's probably your nerves getting the better of you.  They'll be here, they promised.

"Miss, you have three minutes," a stage hand tells you before rushing off behind a couple stray props.

Three minutes.  You glance in a mirror, checking your makeup.

Two minutes.  You take your place on stage with the other actors.

One minute.  Everyone gives each other quick words of encouragement and thumbs-up.

The curtain opens and a bright light shines in your face.  The play has begun. Even though you are unable to search the audience for your friend and your parents, you are relieved knowing that they are there, watching you, cheering you on.

*Time skip*

You take your final bow, drinking in the applause as the curtain closes. Hurrying out into the crowd outside, you scan it, searching for the familiar faces. Not seeing anyone, you go back to your dressing room, where you grab your phone and check the messages.

Mom: Sorry honey, your father and I were called into a late night meeting. Break a leg! F/N is still coming, right?

F/N: Something came up. Sorry, I'll be at your next performance. At least your parents will still be there.

Tears fill your eyes as reality sets in. They didn't make it. The people you were relying on to be there for you, weren't.

Vision blurry, you try and wiggle out of the complicated dress you were wearing. Your foot catches on the hem, sending you crashing into your dressing table and accidentally cutting your hand on a pair of scissors. Clutching your bleeding hand to your chest, you slide up against the wall, tears finally falling thick and fast.

After several minutes of sobbing, someone knock on your door. "Come in," you say, your voice cracking.

The door opens, and someone you never expected walks in. "Y/N?" He asks.

"T' Challa? Is that really you?"

He kneels beside you, hands running over your arms. "Where are you hurt?" He asks desperately.

You hold your injured hand out to him and watch as he starts to clean it. "They didn't make it," you whisper.

T' Challa pauses. "Who didn't make it?"

"My parents and F/N," you say, tears returning. "They promised they would be here, but they weren't."

He wipes a tear off your face. "I'm sorry."

You look at him curiously. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Wakanda?"

He laughed softly. "I couldn't miss you big debut. You've been telling me about it for months."

"You saw me on stage?"

"How could I not? You were an angel upon that stage, drawing all attention to you with your voice."

"You liked my singing?"

He wraps your hand in a bandage. "You must have lost much blood to think that I wouldn't like your singing. Everyone there enjoyed it, didn't you hear the applause?"

"Yes, but the only opinion I really care about is yours," you answer shyly.

T' Challa looks at you, startled. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before you lose your confidence. He quickly grabs your good hand as you stand up and begin to walk away. "Where are you going?"

You gesture to your outfit. "I have to change. If I didn't look stupid enough in this costume, the blood really makes me look crazy."

"You look perfect to me," he whispers. You blush, very much aware of how he still has your hand in his. The two of you slowly get closer to one another, until you can feel his breath on your cheek.

"Thanks for coming tonight," you say.

"I'll always be there for you," he answers, placing a soft kiss on the side of your mouth.

"Miss, you-" the stage hand enters the room and stops, taking in the picture of you covered in blood, kissing a king. "I-um...security!" he quickly closes the door.

"Oh dear," you sigh. "There goes my chances of performing here again."

T' Challa smiles. "That's fine. I'm sure the people of Wakanda would love to hear your beautiful voice."

You laugh. "And I'd love to perform for them." Trying to pull yourself out of his arms, he simply kisses you again causing you to pause your efforts and kiss him back. You break the kiss regretfully. "We really should go before he calls security."

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I wrote this one because my spring concert for choir is coming up! It's actually based off my first concert when I thought my best friend was coming, but she never showed up. It's okay, I'm over it. (No I'm not)

Thanks for all the support you guys are showing for this book! It really means a lot to me.

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