#tchalla udaku imagine

[songficsbyrissi]

The Fix (part 6)

Previously on The Fix….(click here for part 5)

“I think…..I think I l…..”

You turned around to face him with a puzzled expression, gazing into his eyes. 

“You think you what?”

T’Challa shook his head and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Just go on and be with him. That’s what you’ve wanted all along.” He managed to plaster a fake smile on his face. You weren’t really buying it but figured you had to. You said goodbye and walked out of the door. As you walked away from his office, you felt yourself tearing up and didn’t know why. What was the problem? You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?

Then why aren’t you happy about it?

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You were back with Aaron. That’s what you wanted for so long. He was somewhat being more attentive than he was before. It felt like he was trying to redeem himself for the past shittiness. Your relationship was better now. You should be happier now.

But you weren’t.

You still thought about T’Challa. When Aaron was kissing you, you were lowkey wishing it was T’Challa’s lips. When he was hugging you, you wished it was T’Challa’s arms around you. 

You missed him. 

You hated to admit it, but you did.

Was it guilt because you were in a committed relationship, thinking about another man? Or was it regret that you took Aaron back?

No. You wanted him. Aaron was your man and has always been your man. This was inevitable, and both you and T’Challa knew it. 

Should you tell Aaron? Should you tell Aaron you cheated? Well, you didn’t cheat cheat, but you technically did. You gotta be honest with him. You can’t start this new relationship, especially since he’s improving himself for you. It’s only right.

Yeah, sure, bitch. You’re just hoping when you tell him, he leaves you alone for good so you can have T’Challa, all to yourself and guilt-free.

You winced at your brain. No, that’s not it. He deserves the truth. I would want him to tell me if he messed with another girl during our break.

LOL, so you can have an excuse to end it? So transparent.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

You finally got out of your head and glanced at your phone. It was almost 6, meaning Aaron was on his way over here. To study, of course. One would think after a long separation, you two would be at it like fucking rabbits. Granted, on your end, your needs were being more than fulfilled, but him? You weren’t sure, but then again, he swears he was faithful. It’s a shame you couldn't say the same.

Maybe Aaron wasn’t attracted to you anymore. No, that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t have come back. You two were kinda starting over, so maybe he wanted to take it slow, which you were grateful for, lowkey.

A sharp knock on your dorm door shook you out of your thoughts. That must be him. You opened the door to see your boyfriend giving you a small smile. You failed to return it as he pulls you in for a quick hug and stepped aside to let him inside. He started to talk a bit about his day, but you weren't listening, and you felt bad that you weren’t listening, but you needed to get this off your chest.

“Aaron…we need to talk. Well, I need to talk, and you need to listen, then decide what you wanna do afterward. I just need to get this off my chest.” You blurted out, interrupting his rambling. He looked confused, taking a seat at your desk. In the look of confusion, worry seeped through. It seemed like he was panicking on the inside, but doing a good job to look calm. He was doing a good job, but you could read people easily. 

He’s probably worried that you're breaking up with him.

You wanted to sigh. You weren’t, but after this, you were sure he was gonna want to break up for good.

You sat on your twin xl bed, facing him with a sincere expression. “There’s no easy way to say this, Aaron. But I have to. I had sex with someone else during our break. I’m so sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Your boyfriend blinked a few times and let out a deep sigh. “Um, so there was another guy?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Yes, there was, but I promise I ended it when you came back. I feel bad, but you were gone and dodging me, and I know that’s not an excuse but-“

“Y/N…it’s cool.”

You could’ve sworn a record scratch played in your head. He wasn’t mad.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows furrowed with your head tilted. Aaron let out a dry chuckle at your expression.

“Yeah, well, I ain’t really happy that you did that, but I guess I deserved it for abandoning you.”

You felt like you were dreaming. Is this real? Is he being serious or sarcastic? Was he gearing up to break up with you viciously? What was his angle here?

You shot up out of bed like a Jack in the box. “Where is Ashton Kutcher with the cameras?!”

“What?”

You got close to him. “Aaron, I CHEATED on you, and you’re ok with that?!” 

He groaned in response, which caused you to raise an eyebrow, skeptical. 

“I told you! I ain’t happy about it, but we were on a break, and you were honest. Girl, what do you want? You want me to scream at you? To break up with you?”

You were taken aback by this because what did you want him to do? You weren’t sure, but damn, it felt like he didn’t really care. You told T’Challa you were breaking up y’all’s situation-ship, and he seemed distraught. Your fucking boyfriend, on the other hand, finds out you fucked another man, and he acts as if you told him you lost his pencil or something.

Hell, you were beginning to think you would get more of a reaction if you lost his damn pencil!

However, the crazy thing is, you were somewhat relieved he didn’t blow up on you. It was a mix of emotions, and you were overall annoyed with it.

“So I fucked another man, multiple times, and it was GOOD, I mean really -“

Aaron’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Alright, you’re doing a lot. I feel like you want me to break up with you.”

You got mute, but after a while, managed to squeak out. “Well, are you?”

He finally stood up and took your hands. “No, babe. I meant it when I said I wanted us back. I can’t sit here and act like you weren't gonna meet and like other guys during our break. Like I said before, I ain’t thrilled about it, but it happened. We just gotta push through.”

You raised an eyebrow again. “Did you meet and like other girls? Because you’re surprisingly so understanding about this.”

He let out another chuckle. “I told you I was working on me during our break.”

You allowed yourself to crack a small smile. “I guess you really did.” You leaned in to kiss his lips, and after a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. For real.”

“I know you are. Now come on, let’s study.”

Aaron was at your dorm for maybe an hour before he had to go. You barely studied, but it’s ok. You could do it later. It was a little past 7. Still kind of early. You resolved things with Aaron, and you had a nagging feeling that you should resolve things with T’Challa. You haven’t talked to him since that day. It didn’t seem like anything was bad between you guys, but you still felt a pressing urge to see him. You decided to pop up, so he wouldn’t reject you. 

You got dressed in a simple, casual outfit and walked to his apartment. You remembered the number and made your way to his door. You hesitated to knock because what if he really didn’t want to see you? 

You didn’t get the chance to knock because the door swung open, and there was T’Challa, clad in his black v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. It took everything, and I mean, everything for you not to look down. He was stunned to see you, and you gave a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m sorry for just dropping in on you, but can we talk? Please?”

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted to smile at you, but couldn’t. In all honesty, his heart was happy to see you, but his brain was angry at your audacity to show up at his apartment after breaking his heart. But with those eyes of yours, he just wanted to give you whatever you wanted. The problem was…you wouldn’t let him.

T’Challa finally mustered up some words for you. “Y/N, now is not a good time.”

You felt defeated, but you should’ve expected that answer. 

“I get it, but I just wanted to say-“

“Hey, T'challa, where’d you get that soap-“ a girl popped up from where his bathroom was, and her eyes fell on you. You recognized her. Nadia Richardson. She was a girl you had class with a few times, and let’s just say the classes weren’t the only easy things. 

Don’t get it twisted. You were very hoe-positive and not a slut shamer, but this slut needed to be shamed. She flirted and ended up sleeping with many men on campus, single, married, in a relationship, you name it. She didn’t care who she was sleeping with. She was an attractive woman and felt like everyone deserved a piece of it.

And it seemed like T’Challa was one of them. Her first professor. She must be fucking ecstatic. 

“Oh hey! I recognize you! Y/N, right? We had classes together!” Nadia must’ve seen the expression on your face and giggled. “Oh, this isn’t what this looks like! He was helping me with these upcoming finals! I was a mess, but he really fixed me!” 

She was grinning now as if she was mocking you. Your blood began to boil, and you sprinted away from his door. 

“Did I say something wrong?” You heard Nadia ask as you ran away. 

You couldn’t believe this. He really was fucking her?!?! A student? So quick after you two ended?! You felt like you couldn’t breathe with how furious you were. Hot tears were pricking your eyes as you continued to stomp away from that disgusting display. You fucking knew it. He was some sick professor that preyed on students, and your dumbass fell prey to him. 

You were not aware T’Challa had chased after you until you were finally outside, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. He had been calling your name the whole time, but you couldn’t hear in all the anger. 

“Y/N! Will you please calm down?!”

You pulled away from him roughly and gave him a huge shove to his chest.

“CALM DOWN?!?!! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN YOU GOT SOME BITCH FROM CAMPUS IN YOUR APARTMENT?!”

“Y/N, lower your voice please let me exp-“

You shoved him again, this time, the hot tears fell. “I KNEW YOU WERE A DIRTY DICK PROFESSOR THAT WAS OVER HERE PREYING ON STUDENTS! YOU WERE GIVING HER THE FIX TOO, I SEE!”

Now T’Challa was mad. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!”

You sarcastically laughed. “Oh yes! But I FUCKING FOUND IT! I should’ve never fucked your nasty ass!”

You turned on your heel to storm off, but he prevented that by grabbing your wrist roughly. You looked in his eyes, and you could’ve sworn you had never seen him that pissed before. You almost swallowed nervously.

“I did not fuck that woman! But even if I had, that is none of your concern! You ended our relationship to be with your boyfriend, correct?! So why are you still concerned about me?! Why did you even come here?!”

You finally swallowed and pulled your arm again, with no success. “I wanted to fucking talk to you! I didn’t wanna be on bad terms with you-“

“WELL, WE ARE. UNDERSTAND?! YOU CAN NOT BREAK MY HEART, AND COME BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO ASSOCIATE WITH YOU! HOW INCREDIBLY SELFISH ARE YOU?!?!” 

That was it. He finally burst. You were still trying to register what he just said to you. Break his heart?

T’Challa’s face softened, and he loosened the grip he had on your wrist. 

“I loved you. Loved you more than he did. I did everything I could to show you that I loved you, but you wanted him. I would have given you the world if you asked me to, Y/N. But you did not want the world from me. You wanted it from him. Even after you wounded me with your actions and now your words, I still love you.”

You don’t know what possessed you to do this, but you did it. You slapped him. Right across the face. You did it hard as hell too. He was shocked by your action. You were somewhat shocked by your action.

“You’re a fucking liar.” You hissed venomously. “You don’t fucking love me. You ran into that hoe’s arms right after I left! And now you wanna say you love me?!”

T’Challa‘s anger came back. “What are you doing here, really? Wanting to talk to me?! As if you care about me?! As if you love me?!”

“I DO! I FUCKING DO!” You shouted out, shocking him and yourself. It felt like something that was waiting to burst out of you, and it finally did. You felt relief, but you were still so fucking mad at him.

He finally let your wrist go completely. “I see I am not the only fucking liar here.”

His words cut deep. You were hurt. He denied your love, but hell, you did the same thing, so how could you really talk?

More tears fell, and you wiped them away, quickly. You took a deep breath and chuckled dryly.

“You know what? Go to hell and take that fucking slut with you.” You spat and turned to storm away, but you turned back to let out one more thing before completely walking away.

“And you’re right. I am a liar. Because I fucking hate you.”

You didn’t know when you got back to your dorm, but you did. Through the tears you sobbed while walking, you managed to make it to your dorm safely. You hated him, but you loved him. You love him. It took a minute to realize, but you did. If anything, you’ve been in denial about it because Aaron was all you knew. How could you let go of all you knew? 

Maybe you held onto the thing making you sad because once upon a time, it made you happy.

You fucked up. You hurt T’Challa and yourself by being an absolute fuck up. In reality, you didn’t deserve him. You clearly weren’t the type of girl he should love. Maybe he’ll find love with Nadia, and she’ll finally sit her lil nasty ass down. You had it coming.

You were scared to love him, and now you lost him.

Amid your sobbing and wallowing, you finally noticed your group chat had messages and, before you could read them, Melanie was calling you.

“HOE!!!” She screamed as soon as you answered the phone. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t.

“What’s up?”

“Were you not looking at the group chat?! Bitch, we're about to go to this party at GSU. You down?!”

You shook your head as if she could see you. “I don’t think so. I’m not really up to partying.”

“Come on, bitch! Let’s go! We gotta party one time before we really gotta focus on finals! We deserve it! Besides, doesn’t your boo go here?”

She’s right. Finals was about to whoop our ass, and Aaron did go to GSU, the college thirty minutes away from yours. Fuck it. Let’s party and see your actual man instead of thinking about that stupid man you still love.

You got off the phone to get cute, and your friends came to get you an hour later. When you arrived at the party, it was loud and looked fun as fuck. Once you walked, Mel immediately went up to a guy, and Cass went to go get a drink. Ari stayed with you, being just as asocial and anxious as you are. Soon after, a man asked Ari to go dance, and she looked at you for permission. You silently gave it to her, and she went on her way. Now you were alone. You sighed deeply. This was trash. You should’ve stayed in your dorm. You really weren’t in the mood to party. 

A minute or two later, You decided to follow Cass’s lead and go get a drink. Maybe you just needed a drink or 2 or 5 or 10. You didn’t see Cass where the drinks were. You shrugged this off and continued getting a drink. As you were sipping, the three stooges ran up to you, with calm but panicked looks on their faces. What was going on?

“Hey, this party is actually wack. I think we should go.” Mel stated as the rest of them agreed with her easily. What the fuck is their problem?

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night. There’s probably another party we can go to.” Cass chimed in.

You looked at all three suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you guys? Your niggas did something?” You snorted before taking another sip.

“No, but yours did,” Ari mumbled under her breath, causing the other two to hit her. You didn’t hear her though.

“What?”

“Nothing, sweetie. We should just go!” Mel attempted to push you out of the kitchen while Cass and Ari followed behind. Once you almost made it to the front door, you glanced to your right, and think it was the alcohol affecting you, but you only had one drink. Were you drugged?

“Hey guys. Is it just me, or is that Aaron kissing a man?” You questioned, giggling at how ridiculous that might’ve sounded. When your three friends stopped, hung their heads in defeat, and sighed, right then and there, you knew you weren’t drugged. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you, and what you were seeing was real life. 

“You guys…Why the FUCK is Aaron kissing a man?”

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A/N: uh oh! Did anyone see that coming? I know I did because I am the author 😇 I do wanna make a few things clear:

I do not condone homophobia so please know this isn’t the direction I am going in with this story. Reader will NOT be homophobic, and I’m trying my absolute best to make sure she doesn’t come across as so. 

This bombshell moment has always been intended since the beginning of this story. It's not something I threw in for the hell of it lol. If you reread the parts and even this chapter, the hints were there!

That fight between you and T’Challa was whew! But let’s see how and if we come back from this! 😉

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[demie90s]

The Ultimate

Shuri x Fem!reader

Warning: None. Like 840 words

Part 1

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East of Wakanda a Tribe living only out of Vibranium, however only 2 left made fully out of the source. Queen Hadi and her husband and King Malik. Together they had only one child.

This child came to be be name Princess Y/fn of the Adamma tribe. Better known as the lost tribe of Marrakech.

Born October 10th, 2004. The strongest beings in the world. Born with multiple powers that she had to train everyday , but babies don’t know how to control things.

Willingly at least.

Telekinesis, Hydrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Geokinesis, and Super Strength.

At 5 she was excepted to learn seven languages at the same time. Was this easy on a child no…of course not. But she did surprisingly well, and by 8 she knew…

- Kech ( Mother tounge ) not counted

-Spanish

-English

-French

-Russian

-Korean

-Japanese &

-Xhosa

At age 9 Y/fn made such advanced technology they created a passage to the quantum realm that only they have access to making them the first of human kind to start civilization there.

At age 10 her mother wanted her to experience the best of life. She thought training her so much at a young age would create a cold blooded killer. Working around chemicals all day didn’t help either.

So they was sent on a trip to North America. Specifically the US. She grew to hate how self centered the people were.

How they consistently harmed their own kind.

How lazy and unfair their laws where.

This did take a toll on her causing her to see how the world really works. Her own people being murdered and mistreated. She does not smile often and has been taught to show no emotion but she could not help but to feel constant aching in her chest when these things happen.

At age 13 they returned home and continued to train. This did not surprise her mother. She was only there for 3 years.

But one day in the US can make you want to blow your brains out.

At the age of 14 she started to perfect her powers. This was not a must but purely for fun. Best part about made of Vibranium is you technically can’t die.

Brute force is one way to destroy the metal, but only if one possesses the strength of a god.

By 15 she was titled The Ultimate by her mother, her father, her people.

Her parents didn’t want her to waste away being that nothing was after them. So they did something.

At 16 the Avengers recruited her.

This can happen if you have an exceptional power or skillset, and happen to catch positive attention from a current member. But in her case her parents made them.

Not that she had a problem with it but come on. Going out and saving people willingly was in no way shape or form better than staying home in her comfortable bed.

Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Spider-Man, Nebula, Rocket, Captain Marvel, Okoye, Black Panther, Ant-Man and more.

Her favorite being Okoye & Black Panther. She considered them ‘her home away from home.’

Okoye is an skilled martial artist and master of staff and spear fighting. She carries a specialized vibranium spear, capable of collapsing into a handle for quick concealment.

A weapon traditionally wielded by members of the Dora Milaje. An elite group of warriors who serve as the all-female special forces for Wakanda.

They also serve as the Black Panther's personal bodyguards. Also known as Prince T'Challa the King of Wakanda and the eldest child of T'Chaka and Ramonda.

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She loved the thrill fighting gave her but before she returned back to her home Prince T’Challa suggested that she goes back with them because they wanted some new weapon ideas and he wanted her to be there when he was crowned king.

To which she agreed. She was going to come back even if she hadn’t to check out some of their technology.

When they landed back in Wakanda she was introduced to The Princess.

Possessing one of the most brilliant minds in the world. Princess Shuri, she also the chief science officer for Wakanda, a position she cherishes much more than her royal status.

“Hello I am y/fn Adam- ” You began quickly getting cut off making her stand with wide eyes.

“I know- I am sorry it is just that I am a huge fan. I have never met anyone made out of Vibranium this is so cool.” The Princess said quickly.

You smirked.

‘Praise kink is on 100’

“I am a big fan of you to. I heard about your Vibranium Gauntlets and theyare absolutely amazing.” You say in awe.

“What a cute little nerd moments they are having.” T’Challa said out loud earning a quick slap to the arm from his mother and a chuckle from Okoye.

You looked around the beautiful land as they spoke. “Could I show you some of my new inventions. I could use an smart persons opinion.” Shuri asked.

“Of course” You replied waving at the others while she held other hand leading you to her lab.

That is where it all started.

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#wakanda forever #shuri x black!reader #shuri imagines #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x black reader #shuri x black female reader #wakandans #tchalla x fem!reader #shuri udaku #king of wakanda

[griots-tales]

Need to feel better?

( Made for T’Challa sluts )

You’re home from work, and you’ve done nothing productive and you probably hate yourself.

You expect the house to be in a mess, how you left it, but find that everything is put back in place.

And wait... is that the smell of fresh cooked food in the air?

A broad pair of shoulders shake to the rhythm of a song from your comfort playlist as you take in the muscly arms loading themselves with plates of food.

His deep, husky humming is ear candy, just as his bare legs are your eye candy.

T’Challa turns around and notices you and smirks

“I made dinner! It’s your favorite...”

He sets down the table and gets you warm and comfortable before sitting down with you for a satisfying meal.

Later, you’re too full to get up, so he carries you to bed and softly dumps you there, stripping off your clothes and doing the same himself.

You both talk about each others’ day and cuddle close. He buries his face in your neck and kisses your temples and sucks your titties.

Even if you cry, he’ll hold you close and kiss your head through your bonnet.

“Ndiyakuthanda, Baby... and you’ll get there. I’ll be here for you all the way.”

You feel much better about yourself, and sleep comes to you soon.

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[t-marveland]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 | t'challa udaku

T'challa Udaku x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 44

Masterlist

Quand Zuri a appris que son frère avait enfin osé de t'inviter à un rendez-vous, elle ne put s'empêcher de sourire de frapper dans la main de T'Challa.

❝━ J'ai vraiment cru que t'allait jamais le faire. Sourit-elle.❞

#reader insert #x reader #gif imagine #mcu imagine #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #the avengers #black panther #tchalla #shuri udaku

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Gif source:  T’Challa  |  Bucky

Imagine being a childhood friend of T’Challa’s and it is your goat farm in Wakanda that he leaves Bucky on. (POC!Reader requested)

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“I’m asking you to do this, not as your king, but as your friend,” T’Challa sighs, tapering your annoyance at the burden he’d brought to your farm with the plea in his eyes. He did not ask you for much, that was true.

“T’Challa,” you sigh, on the solitude of your farm, you could still call your childhood friend by something other than his title, “you must know I cannot provide any more protection for the man than that of anonymity and peace.”

“That, old friend, is exactly what he requires,” T’Challa reaches to level you with his hand on your shoulder, silently urging you to accept his request with his eyes.

You glance to the one-armed man. Of course you knew who he was, at least in name. The Winter Soldier, he was called beyond Wakanda. You weren’t deceived by the way the brunette seemed occupied with watching your goats from afar. He was no doubt listening to every word you spoke to the king of Wakanda.

Giving another sigh, you look to T’Challa, “Alright. He may stay here.”

#bucky barnes imagine #the winter soldier imagine #marvel imagine #tchalla imagine #t'challa imagine #t'challa udaku imagine #tchalla udaku imagine #black panther imagine #imagines by me #gif not mine #poc reader

[airis-paris14]

Starlight Chapter 13

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who's spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T'Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

2 months later

“Amani, I’m about to head out,” Amare called, grabbing her house keys off of the hook. “Okay, hold on, I'll be right back Baby.” T’Challa nodded into the phone and muted himself to speak to someone off screen. Amani hurried down the stairs and smiled at her little sister. “Okay, passport, keys, tickets, wallet, and medicine in carryon?”

“Yes mother,” Amare smirked.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe kid,” the older Okeke smiled and pulled her in for a hug. “You’re 18, not 21, so please, no sneaking off without telling Shuri’s guards where you all are going. Limit your alcohol intake, I know it’s legal over there but the last thing I need is a call from a German hospital saying you have alcohol poisoning.”

“I promise I will limit the drinking, and the sneaking out.”

“Good. Have fun, be safe. I love you.” Amani smiled and pulled her sister in for another hug. “Love you too sis. I’ll only be gone for a week.”

“I know, but you know I hate saying goodbye. You’re all I have left kid. But I want to let you live, so go before you miss your flight. Hug Shuri for me.

“I’ll call you when I land.” Amare bounded down the front steps and into her already packed car. Amani sighed watching her wave one last time before pulling off down the street. She waved at the patrol car as it drove by on its hourly surveillance drive by, before locking her door and heading up the stairs into her office. “And I’m back,” she plopped into her seat, reopening her MacBook.

“Personally I don’t think it’s fair that our sisters see each other more than we do,” the king teased. Amani rolled her eyes, “This is their first time seeing each other since we came home, it’s only been two months,” Amani laughed. “Yes, and after having you here for three months, I’ve decided that 61 days is too long to be out of your presence.”

“Well you know I’m working to get the venue started up, I just can’t travel as much as usual. You know I would be there if I could,” Her voice began to tremble.

“I know my love,” T’Challa reassured, “I am just teasing,” he frowned, noticing her eyes tearing up. “I know but lately I’ve just been feeling like such a bad girlfriend,” she began to sob and the king panicked. “Hey no, you’re perfect. Nothing's wrong. It’s on both of us and I was gonna tell you that I was planning to surprise you with a visit.”

“Really?” Amani sniffled.

“Yes so please stop crying entle.” The heiress grabbed a tissue from the box she had begun to keep on her desk after noticing that even the little things made her tear up. “I’m sorry. I ruined the surprise again,” she chuckled, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “It is fine, now you have something to look forward to. You hate them anyway,” the king teased.

“Are you sure you’re alright though my love? You have been extra-sensitive lately.”

“In more ways than one,” the heiress murmured. “Have you been to the new doctor, did she run the tests the doctor here ordered?” The king grabbed a stack of papers and began signing them. “Yep,” Amani read over and responded to an email her contractor sent before turning her attention back to T’Challa. “I have an appointment with her tomorrow. She and Dr. Zabulie both sounded very excited so I’m hoping it's a positive result.”

The king smiled at the news, “Well then I’ll be expecting a full report as soon as you know.”

“Of course. I’ll call your mother as well, I wouldn’t even be in this position if you all hadn’t encouraged me to go see another doctor.”

“We both just want what is best for you,” the king smiled, “but unfortunately I have a meeting to attend to my love. I will call you later tonight, okay?”

“Of course, I’ll see you later.” She blew a kiss through the phone before the king had to hang up. After responding to more emails, she scheduled some property manager interviews for later in the week and a building walk through. Her phone caught her attention as it began to ring, “Hello?” She answered. “Hey, Kura and I finished those designs for different set ups and interiors, are you free to go over them?”

“Yeah,” Amani smiled. While in Wakanda she and her friends decided to go into the event business together. They’d bought an old hotel downtown in Atlanta and decided to turn it into a sleepover venue. With suites and rooms designed for different party sizes and moveable features to make the room age appropriate. A spa, boutique, and restaurant, would be located on the grounds as well. There was also a separate grand ballroom and garden that allowed them to market the place as an all in one wedding venue. They’d started work while in Wakanda and now two months later they were weeks away from opening the ballroom, gardens, and other non overnight amenities for event bookings. They would use the money from the rentals to help recover the costs of renovating the hotel rooms.

“Bet. We’ll be over in 30. Sakura has to pick up the pizza first.”

“Cool, don’t forget extra garlic butter sauce. Imma hop in the shower. Y’all can just use your keys to let yourselves in.”

After hanging up the phone Amani hopped in the shower and let the water soothe her muscles. She’d been working so hard to make sure everything came together and it finally was. She was more in love with T’Challa each day, she was starting a business with her friends, and Darius had been spotted in New York living with some family he had there. She still had nightly surveillance, but knowing that he’d move out of the state definitely calmed her nerves.

“Madiyson?” The heiress called as the sound of the front door caught her attention. When she didn’t receive a response she shrugged and figured she had her beats on. She quickly motioned with her coconut oil,slipped into some sweatpants, and pulled a sports bra over her head before a voice sent a chill down her spine. “You’ve been holding out on me Amani.”

Darius got up from his seat behind her on the bed and revealed the kitchen knife he was holding. “If I had known you could look like that, I would’ve made you work out more.”

“How the hell did you get in my house?”

“No Thank you? Darius frowned.

“What do I have to thank you for?”

“Giving you a second chance,” Darius smirked before lunging at the Okeke heiress. Amani, dodged his lunge as he ran into the dresser she was standing in front of. “ A second chance for what you bastard!” The heiress resisted the urge to search for her phone, she knew Darius, he watched her eyes always to anticipate her next move. “You ruined my life. You were supposed to be my wife, look pretty, give me kids. Instead your ass got me locked up for damn near life. Now my dad is all on my ass because he had to call in a favor with the DA and the governor in one sitting-”

“Well maybe your ass should’ve just stayed in jail then!” Amani ducked, expecting the lamp on the nightstand to fly towards her head. She took the moment she dodged the light fixture to locate her phone. It was too far and she knew that she’d never be able to reach it before Darius finished his spiel. She’d have to leave her friends a clue that something had gone wrong.

“Now,” Darius eyed Amani as she backed up against the wall, “as I was saying. Everyone is counting on me to not fuck up! Which means I need to get my old life back, starting with you Ms. Okeke, now heiress of the Okeke Industries Tech Conglomerate.”

“No one will ever believe that we are a happy couple once again Darius, they found me, clinging to life, hypothermic, and bleeding because you literally beat our child out of me. It was on the five o'clock news for weeks straight.” Amani risked eyeing her keys once more, hoping that the plan she was hatching would work.

“What better way to show them that I am a changed man, than by having you forgive me. A redeemed love, a true love,” Darius stepped up to Amani and caressed her cheeks and lips. The woman felt like crawling out of her skin but she held it together. “Why don’t you just find another woman?” Not that Amani wished Darius on any other woman, she’d prefer he’d be locked up in a cell, but she needed to get him to back up. “Does it really matter? I want you, and I’ve already invested a lot in you Amani. You got a little break to have fun and spend time with other men, but you are mine. You always were and you always will be, it’s time I got a return on my investment. “ Darius took a seat on Amani’s bed and she silently rejoiced.

“Okay, then what’s your plan?”

“You don’t need to know all of that. Just know that I’m not leaving you behind Amani.” Darius pointed the knife and Amani nodded, “I’m just gonna grab my keys,” she gestured. “If I go missing, the police will look at all of your father’s and friend’s properties, no one will think I was stupid enought to take you to one of our vacation homes.” At least the waitress hoped this wasn’t the stupidest idea she’d ever had.

“Nah, cause I’m sure your friends and man know all about those places. Not to mention your little sister.”

“Amare is out of the country at a science conference, won’t be home for two weeks, you’ll have time to move me before she can get back. As for the others, they don’t even know we own vacation properties.” Amani scoured through her keys and grabbed the one she knew her sister would recognize as missing first. “Here, we can go to the chateau in the mountains in North Carolina. It’s secluded. No one for miles around.”

Darius stood up, “Nah, there’s a reason you’re helping me. What is it?”

“You’re never gonna leave me alone otherwise. I don’t wanna die, and this is most likely the last time I’ll ever get a decision about something that happens to me. Think of it as my final words.” As soon as the excuse left her mouth Amani felt her mouth go dry and heavy, for some reason, it did feel like she’d sealed her own fate.

“Amani!” Madiyson called as she entered the apartment. Sakura followed in hot on her heels to place the heavy pizzas in the kitchen. “I still don’t know why you ordered four pizzas for 3 people,” Madiyson laughed, dropping all of her interior design sketches and renderings on the table. “As much of a perfectionist each of us is… We're gonna be here all night and y’all are gonna be glad I bought enough pizza.”

“Well if AMANI would BRING. HER. ASS. DOWN. THE. STAIRS we could get started and be done at a godly hour.” Madison yelled up the stairs into the continued silence. “You told her we were coming, right?”Sakura joined her friend at the base of Amani’s stairs and frowned. “Yeah, she said just let ourselves in.”

“Maybe she’s taking a nap, she’s been doing that more often than usual.”

“Oh god, if she’s taking a nap then she’ll be dead to the world right now. You wanna wake her up while I set up?” Madiyson shook her head and walked back over to the couch in the living room. “Sure, just throw me into the lion’s den. You know she hates being woken up by anyone but Amare and Ada.” Sakura whined. “You’ll be fine, she would never hate you. Just make it seem like she woke herself up. Throw a pillow or something.” Madiyson shrugged and opened her laptop.

“Always the sacrifice, never the beneficiary,” Sakura mumbled as she jogged up the stairs into Amani’s room. “Mani,” the afro-asian woman sang as she burst into the room, only to be greeted by a perfectly made bed. “Amani?'' She tried to calm her heartbeat as she checked her friend’s closet and bathroom. “Okay focus, details details,” Sakura chanted to herself. “7:47, no phone in the room, nothing messed up, somebody sat on the bed,” the waitress took note of the room as she backed her way out, down the stairs, and towards the garage. “Hey, did you- what’s wrong,” Madiyson frowned as her best friend opened the garage door and looked out. “Did she say she was gonna leave?” Sakura ignored Madiyson’s original question, feeling her stomach drop at the presence of Amani’s car, and the empty house. “No, she said she was gonna take a shower-”

“Madiyson, She’s not here.”

“Look, I already told you what happened. Madiyson called Amani at 6:30, she picked me up, we picked up the pizzas, let ourselves in, but she wasn’t here when i went to check on her. I went into the room at 7:47. The shower had been turned on and the room was steamy, and someone had sat on her bed but Amani hates that unless she’s about to go to sleep. Except she isn’t in her room sleeping!”

“Why are you all not taking this seriously! Her abusive ex is a known kidnapping threat. For God’s sake she’s had a 24/7 patrol for months because there was fear he would try to retaliate! Now that she’s missing, y’all aren’t doing a damn thing.” Madiyson butted in frustrated at the officers staring at them like they were aliens from outer space.

“Ma’am, we are just trying to get all the facts first-”

I’ve given them to you three times, if you can’t comprehend then we’ve got a bigger problem!” Sakura fumed and the officers stood. “We’ll call headquarters and see what we can do. Technically it has to be 48 hours before we can report and adult as missing-”

“Just get out please,” Madiyson sighed. She held open the door for the officers who hesitated, their feathers obviously ruffled.

“I’ll try calling Amare again.” Sakura stood and walked out after the officers left. Madiyson locked the door and stared up at the clock, realizing she should probably call T’Challa.

“Hello?” Madiyson breathed deeply as the call finally connected to the king, “T, she’s gone,” the woman’s voice warbled but her words shook the king all the same. “What do you mean she is gone?” He stood, immediately stumbling to slip on some shoes and race through the halls to his mother’s room. “Sakura and I came for a meeting, and she wasn’t here. Her car is here but she isn't and she assured us she’d be here taking a shower. Someone else was here because someone was sitting on her bed, at the bottom. You know she hates people ruffling her sheets.”

“Have you talked to Amare? Are you sure she didn’t take her to the airport?”

“We’ve been trying to reach her but she's still on the plane. She would have been back by now if she just went to the airport. She knew we were coming.” Madiyson broke, sobbing into the phone.

T’Challa’s heart dropped, his mind racing back to how he’d begged his lover not to go back until the rumors that her abuser had officially moved were confirmed. Now she was gone and the king felt he had failed to protect her. “Madiyson, Madiyson, I need you to breathe and keep breathing. Did you call the police?”

“Yes, but-“ Madiyson stumbled trying to regain her composure, “they said since it hasn’t been 48 hours it’s not technically a missing persons case.”

The king felt anger rush through his veins, “So they aren’t doing anything?”

“Not really,” Madiyson moved to grab tissue from Amani’s bathroom. “Have her call the detectives over these two imbeciles. She was on 24 hour surveillance due to risk of revenge from her abuser. Them sitting around doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know, I know, I’m heading downstairs right now-” Madison paused as she noticed Amani’s keys on her vanity. “Wait, one of her keys-” Madison trailed off flipping through the keys. “One of her keys is what?” T’Challa knocked on his mother’s door. “It’s missing. When her parents died, she kept keys to all of their properties. With them all labeled with numbers but I don’t know which one is which. Just number three is missing,” Madison ran a hand over her braids and huffed. T’Challa banged on his mother’s door again before taking a step back and pacing the hall. “Okay, You and Sakura just stay there, keep trying to reach Amare. I’m on my way and I’ll try to reach Shuri. See if you can figure out what key is missing.”

“Okay, call us when you land.”

T’Challa hung up the phone, “Umama!” He banged on the door before Ramonda yanked it open. “T’Challa, what in Bast’s name-”

“It’s Amani, she’s missing. We have to go now, can you try to reach Shuri? Her friends think they have a lead but we need to reach Amare.”

“How long has she been missing?” The queen mother rushed back in her room and started to get dressed and pack a bag. “We don’t know, I just got off the phone with Madiyson. They went to the house and she was missing.”

“Did they call the police?”

“They say they can’t report her absence until 48 hours has passed,” T’Challa opened his beads and messaged Okoye. I need you, Ayo, a plane, and five of your best warriors. Meet me on the tarmac in 30.”

“When do we leave?”

“In 30 minutes, I have to pack a bag. Ayo and Okoye will meet us at the tarmac with some back up, can you please try to reach Shuri while I get ready?”

“Yes, I will try calling her.”

The king nodded and turned to rush back to his room. “T’Challa,” Ramonda called out,”We will find her. She will be alright.” He offered his mother a sad smile before continuing down the hall.

“It’s the North Carolina key?”

“Yes. Number 3 it's her favorite number for her favorite house.” Amare insisted as Sakura flipped through the keys again.

“Do you know the address?” Madison interrupted.upiui

“Uh, number 3 Lodge Street Asheville, North Carolina.”

“And you’re sure that is the key that is missing?” T’Challa interrupted Madiyson and Amare. The teen looked at the king through the camera, the lights of the quinjet humming behind her as Shuri watched on. “Yes, I’m positive. Amani is heading to the North Carolina house.”

The king hit the table and turned to his guard, “We are heading to North Carolina. Now.”

“We’ll meet you there-”

“No,” T’Challa and his mother answered at the same time.``You two stay exactly where you are,'' Ramonda demanded. “All due respect, I am not staying over here in Germany when my sister has been kidnapped by her abuser!” Amare rebutted. “Yes, but for all we know he has men looking for you too. As well as Madiyson and Sakura. So until then, at least we know where you are. We are sending Dora Milaje to your hotel.” T’Challa finalized.

“No, I am not standing back when my sister is in danger. I wasn’t there the first time she was saved and opened her eyes, I want to be there this time.” Amare demanded while she teared up and T’Challa sighed. He walked around the desk to look at Okoye and his mother. “You all can head back to Wakanda, once the extra Dora arrive. Once we have her, we’ll bring her back to Shuri’s lab, there you guys can see her.” The king looked at everyone in the room, “Besides, I don’t think it is safe for any of you to be in the US alone right now.”

“So what are you saying?” Sakura sat up from her place on the couch. T’Challa nodded at the general of the Dora Milaje. Okoye tapped her staff and escorted the rest of the warriors out of the home. Once the door had shut the room turned to face T’Challa again. “I have been thinking, especially in light of what has happened to Amani, that you all should move to Wakanda. Stay in the palace of course. I know you two would have to travel for business and Amare we’d have to figure out your schooling, but it is obvious that this government has no vestment in keeping you all safe. I can do something about it and I will, if you all will let me.”

“I don’t know T-” Madiyson started.

“I had been thinking about transferring to study with Shuri, but I don’t know how Amani would take it.” Amare added. “She’s not just gonna give up her independence. She just got it back from Darius,” Sakura added. “I know but it is not safe here, at least for now. As well connected as that fugitive is, who knows what will happen to you all if he goes back to jail. I let Amani convince me she would be safe, and now two months later we are searching for her praying to Bast that she isn’t dead.”

“T’Challa this is not your fault,” Sakura interjected. “I know, but if I can keep you all safe, I have a responsibility to do so. You will have free will and autonomy, but at least inside Wakanda’s borders, I can guarantee your safety.

“I think this is a lovely conversation, but might I remind you all that this is a time sensitive case. Let’s table this discussion until we all make it back to Wakanda” Shuri interrupted the discussion that seemed to be heading towards an endless round table. “Shuri is right, time is of the essence.” Ramonda spoke standing, “everyone comes back to wakanda for the time being. Once we rescue Amani, we send our war dogs to clear any suspicions and make sure it is safe for you all to return. Then we make a decision. Until then-“

“We focus on the task at hand.” Madiyson finished and Ramonda agreed. “Shuri and Amare head back home once the Dora arrive. When we have Amani we’ll let you know.”

“Keep my sister safe T’Challa,” Amare asserted before hanging up. “She’s just nervous,” Sakura reassured. “We are all glad we have someone here to help us this time. But we should get on the road. Darius works fast.” The Afro-Asian waitress added solemnly. The king nodded, “Phambile,” he called and the guards opened the doors escorting everyone to the cars waiting to race to the airport.”

Fourteen Hours Ago

“Amani.” The heiress fumbled to wrap the stick back it s package and hide it on the sink before running out of her bathroom. “Hey,” she offered her younger sister a smile but only received a confused face in return. “Hey, you’re up early, I thought you’d be sleep,” Amare took a seat in one of the overstuffed arm chairs in her sisters bedroom. “I wasn’t feeling well. I got up to take some medicine no biggie,”Amani shrugged. “You go to the doctor again soon right? You should have her check it out.”

“She’s an OBGYN, but I’ll see what she might be able to recommend.”

“Cool, well I’d been thinking-“

“Oh that’s never good,” the heiress laughed as her sister shot daggers her way. “As I was saying. I’ve been thinking about transferring to study in Wakanda with Shuri. It’d make it easier for you to come see Tchalla and I could get accustomed to the culture before we move there-“

“Hey hey, who said we we’re moving to Wakanda?”

“Amani. I’m not dumb or a little girl anymore. I know how marriages and relationships work. I know you live tchalla. I know he loves you. And I know how monarchies work. I also know that T’Challa has asked you to move in or visit more often and that I’m probably the reason you’re hesitant about doing either.”

“You’re right, but I didn’t say anything cause I don’t want you thinking you have to move because of me and T’Challa. I want you to follow your dreams, and dtudying at MIT was one of those dreams.”

“And dreams change, Amare reminded. I used to any to be a ballerina, astronaut, actress, and hear I am studying at MIT. And now, I know that the university of Wakanda can offer me so much more. Plus I’ll get to spend more time with my best friend and take advantage of her lab. It’s a win win!” The young genius insisted. Amani sighed and settled on the chair next to her.

“How about we finish out this fall semester and pick up the conversation over Christmas break. I just don’t want you to regret anything.” The older sister explained.

“That’s fair.” Amare nodded and stood. “Back to you though, are you sure you’re feeling well enough for me to leave?”

“Now you sound like the older sister. I’ll be fine kid, you go have fun at your conference thing in Germany. Have you finished packing?”

“Nope, I wanted to get and early start at the stores so I can pack before my flight.”

“Okay, I’m headed back to sleep. But don’t crash the car and fill up the tank before you come back please.”

“I always do,” Amare smiled before kissing her sister's cheek and slipping out of the room. Once Amani heard the front door shut. She locked herself in the bathroom and unwrapped the third and final test. She sat them all in a row before flopping down on the toilet.

“Shit.”

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[spilledcoffeestudios]

IMAGINE T’challa befriending you a while back, calling for a meeting with you to make you a Wakanda LGBTQ+ Ambassador

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[just-my-fandom]

Can I get a shuri x reader imagine pls 🙏

Summary; Reader is Shuris wife, becoming the new ruler of Wakanda when Shuri and Tchalla vanish. The reader goes into the city to meet up with the original avengers, helping them locate all the stones to bring them back. Shuri finds the reader on the battlefield injured, protecting her with the help of Tchalla, with a cute, final reunion after the battle ends,

This one shot is for the two people who requested for shuri but gave no plot 👍

SOMEONE GIVE ME A CHARACTER AND A PLOT FOR A 2 OR MORE CHAPTER STORY

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"Your highness, thank you for coming on such short notice,"

You step out of your car, eyes looking over to see Steve Rogers walking up, hand extended,

"Please, just call me Y/N," You send a weak smile, firmly shaking his hand, "I'll do anything if it means bringing my family back,"

"Im sorry about what happened with Tchalla and your wife," Natasha frowns, leading you into the conference room, "How is it at the throne?"

"Different," You sigh, smiling and nodding to Thor, Rocket, Scott, Rhodey, Clint, Bruce and Nebula, "Difficult ruling a kingdom that wasnt originally mine. We need Tchalla, its obvious. My brother in law was much better at ruling,"

"We think we found a way to bring them all back," Natasha states, your eyes meeting hers, "We need to locate the stones in the exact place before Thanos can get them,"

"I might be able to help you with that," You nod once, "The first stone, is located on planet Vormir. Its easy to get, except for one thing," You turn to the group, after walking up to the screen with the stones on it,

"Which is?" Rhodey questions, Nebula clearing her throat,

"A life for the stone," Her statement has the group turning to her, your hands resting at your back,

"Shes right," Gazes move to you, "The only way to get the stone, is someone must sacrifice their life for the stone. Its a tough decision, but Thanos had seen to make that choice easily,"

"But who?" Rocket speaks up, your eyes swiftly moving over the group,

"I will,"

Steve looks at you, gaze suddenly sharp as he shakes his head, walking up to you, "Im not letting you do that,"

"I have to try," You exhale, looking up at the taller man, "Im not fit to rule Wakanda without Shuri by my side,"

"What if we can bring them back?" Steve asks lowly, and you chuckle, softly,

"And what if we can't?"

"Then youre leaving your whole kingdom stranded," Steve states, and you roll your eye's, glancing away,

"Wakanda is not my kingdom. The only reason I have 'power' is because I married the princess of Wakanda and neither she or the king are alive to rule," You snap, silence filling the air before Rocket breaks in,

"Wait, you're lesbian?"

. . .

Its the crash of a fallen piece of debris that startles you awake. Your head is throbbing from the blood in your ear, and you realize that you might be deaf in your left ear,

"Y/N!" Hands pull at your shoulders, easing you upwards so you are no longer on your back, "Y/N, my love, wake up!"

Your eyes take a moment to process the voice, fluttering open and looking around the dark battlefield,

An arm supported at your upper back, the other at your waist to hold you against an armored chest, "Brother! Im in need of your help!"

A man in all black attacks the closest villian to you, standing up straight and moving closer to the princesses of Wakanda,

"Is she alive?" Tchalla asks firmly, Shuri placing a hand at your neck and nodding, fingers sliding to your cheek, "Get her awake. Move her somewhere besides this field,"

Arms lift you up, jolting your eyes open, and your eyes catch Okoye shouting to the person carrying you and waving you behind a bolder,

"Shuri?"

Said woman looks down at your call, squatting down and caressing your cheek, smiling, "Hello my love,"

"You're alive," You gasp, sitting up and hissing, hand flying to your head,

"Easy," Shuri soothes, "You took quite a fall,"

"Is Tchalla okay?" You ask, Shuri nodding and cupping your broken wrist in her hands,

"Very, now that we know you are safe. Keep your eyes on me, the battle will be over soon enough,"

. . .

"Wake up, my love," A voice whispers into your ear, your eyes pinching shut as you groan, eyes fluttering open,

"Sleep well?" Shuri runs a hand down your arm, scooting closer to where she laid next to you in the bed,

"I did," You grunt, rolling on your back to face her, "Until you woke me up,"

"Sorry," She cheekily smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "Get up and get ready, we are having our first lunch as a family again,"

"You know," You roll out of bed, finding the gown suggested by your mother in law and stepping into it, "Ruling Wakanda alone was one of my biggest challenges,"

"Now we know how Tchalla feels," Shuri moves behind you, pushing hair over your shoulder and zipping up the back, "But from what I have heard, you have done a fantastic job at it,"

"Doesnt feel like it," You look in the mirror, brushing hair over the patch on your ear in an attempt to hide it,

You look down at your bare feet, flowing your dress over top so they disappeared, and you grin, "Shall we go?"

"Without shoes?" Shuri looks down at her own gown, a color that matched your dress well, "We shall,"

You giggle, linking your arm with hers, Shuri pressing a kiss to your cast covered wrist,

"Nuh uh! Shoes!"

"But mother!"

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[laketaj24]

Silent Treatment: Black Panther Headcannons

Author’s Note: thanks for the request anon!! Taglist open And if you want to be removed let me know and requests are open! Happy Reading. ❤️ Warnings: None.

T’Challa

It started off with only you being silent but T’Challa has a streak of being petty, he doesn’t care if you talk to him or not in the beginning.

The silent treatment would start with stare offs with you and him at breakfast. “King T’Challa, Queen Y/N breakfast is served.” The servant would place the food down in front of the both of you and instead of asking to pass something it would lead to you two walking to get what you want

T’Challa’s face would give away exactly what he meant. “Could you prepare a separate sleeping quarter for the King tonight? He didn’t sleep well.” You’d smile softly as she returns. Tchalla’s face:

T’Challa will subtly start to make things up with you but he knows you won’t break easily. He’s still not breaking the silent treatment first.

He’d place flowers on your bed. Walk with you even though you aren’t talking to him, touch your hand by grazing your finger tips down the palm of your hand

At night once he’s heading to the separate bed you had set up for him he’d break though. “Why must we sleep alone? Hmm? Is not hearing your voice utter my name a single time for the day not enough of a punishment for whatever it is you believe I have done wrong?”

“You don’t know even know why I’m mad?” “You haven’t made it that easy? To figure out?” Her shrug. “But I surrender, I am coming to bed.”

You don’t fight him only wait for him to join you in the bed so you can have a good night sleep yourself.

M’Baku

M’Baku is oblivious to the fact that you’re giving him the silent treatment at first because he is so used to talking.

The day would start normal with planning the week and then he’d catch on. “Why are you so quiet?” He’d ask with a raised eye. No response. “This surely isn’t about last nights argument.” He’d laugh confused. “I thought it was over.”

The devilishly squint in your eyes followed by a self dismissal would leave him dumbfounded turning to his guards. “What is her problem?”

Tries to make up with you. Blocks doorway playfully only to see your are not with it. “Y/N, I demand you talk to me.”

He sees your annoyed and gives you space, cooks for you though, plans to cater to you anyway.

Finally remembers what the arguement was and approaches you, apologizes and let’s you know there is nothing more important in this world than the relationship you two have

You’ll break not after the first kiss, but when he starts to sweep you off your feet and pins you against the nearest wall, his weight being one of the sexiest things about him, (and the thing he loves most about you)

You accept his apology and the food. Only for him to make the night more than you could have ever imagined.

Erik Killmonger

Totally unbothered that you are giving him the silent treatment.

Cooks breakfast for just himself. Notices you strolling into the kitchen and smiles at his full plate. “You hungry?” You don’t answer looking at the cleaned pots and pan in the sink. “It’s Lucky Charms in the top right cabinet, I would get it for you, but we ain’t speaking.”

You ignore him pushing out the way and open the fridge. It’s no bacon, eggs or damn milk left. He’s just smiling.

Two can plan that game though. You purposely head to the bedroom stripping down with the door open and see him peeping around the corner and slam the in his face

Does not try to help the situation in anyway at first, but when you two are out and you get the attention of others he is mad as hell. “So... you gonna talk to that Daniel Caesar looking dude and I can’t even get a good morning?” You smirk. “You hear somebody Nakia?”

Erik would break but it wouldn’t be a direct apology. “Sooo... we really ain’t talking? You mad, mad?” Shifts around sucking his teeth. “ you’d notice him shake his aight. “That’s cool.”

He’d last half the night but it wouldn’t be silent. After midnight he’d come in the living room. “Aight, I’m sorry. We cool now?” When you still said nothing the small kisses of adoration would start. “You hear me? Or are your ears off too?”

You’d finally break after about two minutes of foreplay and a genuine apology.

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[songficsbyrissi]

Make A Baby (T’Challa  x Reader)

“I'll be your Cinderella-ella (Aye) Then maybe you and maybe me Can maybe meet and m-m-make a baby Then maybe you and me Can meet and make a baby, let's make a baby” - Nicki Minaj

A/N: here’s an idea I thought about writing for MONTHS now but I thought it would be too stupid to write. However, with the tragedy we are currently facing, it wouldn’t hurt to write. If I tagged you in this and you’re not in the mood, please don’t feel obligated to but I wrote it to lift the mood. It’s all fluff and humor so I hope this puts a smile on your face through all the grieving 💞🙏🏾

************** You wanted a baby. You NEEDED a baby.

No ifs, ands, and buts about it.

You were ready to bring a life into this world and nurture it. All with your handsome husband King T’Challa. Simple enough, right?

Wrong. Here’s where the problem comes in.

You and T’Challa have only been married for 6 months. When you were engaged, you expressed to your future husband that you wanted to spend at least one year married before trying for a baby. Ultimately, he agreed with you. You know you wanted your husband all to yourself for a year or two before sharing him with a child, but shit changes. Your baby fever was at an all-time high and you wanted a baby now. You wanted to tell him but he seemed happy not having children right now. He got to live his life, do a whole bunch of dangerous shit, come and go as he pleases without worrying his children. He grew to love your agreement while you grew to hate it.

“Fuck it. I want a baby.” You declared quietly as you laid in bed next to T’Challa. The man stirred a bit and mumbled tiredly.

“What did you say, my love?”

Fuck. He was supposed to be 100% asleep. Well, there’s no backing out. Your mother raised a strong woman who says what’s on her mind. Here goes nothing.

“I said I’m feeling achy.”

Wow. You are a pussy. Your mother raised a pussy.

Your loving husband turned to you with a concerned but tired face. “Did you want me to call the medical staff? Because I-“

You bit back a groan and turned your back to him. “No, I’m fine. I just slept wrong. Go back to sleep.”

“Whatever you want, my love.” He planted a kiss on your shoulder and turned back around to sleep.

“I want you to nut in me.” You muttered under your breath.

“Pardon?”

“ I want you to butt and knee! Do some butt and knee workouts! Damn! Good night!”

The next morning, you smacked yourself on the forehead when you walked past the training grounds and saw your husband doing intense squats in his panther suit. He turned to see you and gave you a smile.

“Ahh, my Queen has come to see me do the butt and knee workouts! I am doing them right, Yes?”

You struggled to put on a fake smile and give him a wave as he demonstrated a squat for you. “Yes, you are, my love! Keep going! I’m proud of you!” You turned away and dropped your smile. You got your husband doing bad bitch workouts because you were too much of a pussy to tell him you want his baby. You gotta do better in life. You ran into Erik who was failing to hold back a laugh.

“Yo why the fuck is T on the training grounds trying to get thick?” Erik laughed harder, looking back at his cousin. “Nigga thinks he’s Megan the Panther or some shit!”

You glared at the laughing royal, crossing your arms. “Erik, it’s not funny. He’s only doing that because I’m an idiot.”

Erik stopped laughing and put on a face of puzzlement. “Wait what?”

You shook your head walking away. “Never mind. It’s a long story that you can’t help me with.”

He caught up to you and stood in your way. “And how do you know that?”

“Because you’re Erik. It’s ingrained in you to always have a bad idea.”

He put a hand on his chest in feigned hurt. “Ow, Ms. Queen! That hurt! You might as well slap a nigga in the face while you’re at it!”

“Oh, that was next. Now move out of my way, N’dickhead!”

“Hey! The nickname shit is my thing!” He shouted after you. “Damn, I miss being the only American here.”

You figured it out. You were going to try the subtle approach. Slightly let him know you were open to having a baby now and it was going to happen on your trip to the market.

The king held your hand tightly as you two walked through the market. You stopped at the carrots and saw an opportunity.

“BABY, look at those cute BABY carrots! Aren’t those BABY carrots so cute?!” You put emphasis on the word “baby.”

He gave you a weird look. “Uhh yes? They are adorable.”

You began to gush even more. “Don’t you wanna just have a BABY carrot?”

T’Challa smirked at you, shaking his head in amusement. “I see what you are trying to say.

You felt relieved as he grabbed you by your waist, lovingly. “You do?”

He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Yes I do and we shall prepare baby carrots when we get home.”

Yes! You were getting your baby! You couldn’t wait but you had to eat dinner first. Gotta get your energy up before you get your legs up. You sat on the opposite side of your husband at the royal table. You made eye contact with him and he winked at you, causing a non-visible blush to appear. The servants brought out the food and you were too stuck in your daydream until Erik’s voice broke you out of it.

“What the fuck is this?”

You looked down on your plate and your smile fell along with it. On the plate was Wakandan cuisine with a shitload of....baby carrots. What the fuck?! You glanced back at your husband who had a face splitting grin.

“What the fuck is this shit?!” Erik questioned and Queen mother slapped his head. “Ow Auntie!”

“Watch your language at the dinner table!” She scolded and turned back to her plate.

“Damn she picking up on the swears......”

“My queen pointed out to me multiple times that she wanted baby carrots today at the market so it is only right I had the chefs prepare some. I told you I could pick up hints, my love!” T’Challa declares happily, digging into his meal.

“Yeah...thank you, sweetheart.” You gritted out, popping a baby carrot in your mouth and you wanted to gag.

Not the gagging you were hoping to do today.

Once dinner was over, T’Challa had to attend a meeting with the tribes and you had Erik come beside you as you walked to the royal garden and you finally explained the weird shit that was happening.

“So what you’re telling me is that I had to sit at that table and eat those nasty ass carrots because you’re too pussy to tell your HUSBAND to give you his dumbass seed?!” Erik glared at you in disbelief. “I swear to God, y’all niggas make it hard for me to stay redeemed.”

You scoffed in annoyance. “Erik, this isn’t about you!”

“Like hell! It became about me when you made me eat those nasty ass carrots!”

You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Alright! I'm sorry! If it makes you feel any better, I fucking hate carrots and I had to eat them.”

“Just tell that nigga, man. He don’t do hints or all that special shit. You just gotta be blunt and tell it like it is like I do.”

You thought about it and thought about it and finally shook your head. “Nahhhhh. Imma sneak it into a conversation.”

“You should not be this damn nervous to say you want to get nutted in.”

So the next approach was sneaking it into a conversation. How’d that work out? Well...

“Awww look at this! Russell and Ciara had their baby!” You showed him Ciara’s Instagram on your phone. You two were in his office, discussing a trade for him to sign off on.

“Who is Ciara again?”

You rolled your eyes. “A singer. She sang Goodies! My goodies! My goodies! Not my goodies!” You began to sing but he barely paid attention.

“Speaking of Ciara, there was a song meant for her that Nicki Minaj recorded-“

He finally looked at you. “Nicki Minaj! That’s the woman made a Friday the color of pink!”

Ok, so he half listens to you. “Uhhh sure, anyways, she recorded it but never released it. It’s called Make a baby. It’s goes, “maybe you and maybe me can meet and make a baby.” You stared into his eyes singing it slowly.

“Oh, I see why it was not released. No offense but The song sounds terrible.”

You groaned loudly slamming your head on the desk. Why did you marry such a gorgeous yet moronic man?! You should’ve have to spell this out for him.

“My love, do you always slam your head on surfaces? That might be the cause of your aches.”

Okay, so approach #1 and #2 did not work. How about approach #3?

You burst through the doors of his office on a mission.

“I want a fucking baby!”

Your eyes widened, seeing a group of superheroes in his office and not one glimpse of your husband anywhere. This group of superheroes were the fucking Avengers. You were embarrassed was an understatement. T’Challa came up beside you.

“Ahh, I see you’ve all met my beautiful queen, Y/N. Y/N, these are the Avengers.”

You waved sheepishly. “Hey...Avengers...”.

They awkwardly waved back at you in response.

“I heard you say something, my love. What is it?”

Shit. You definitely weren’t going to repeat the words now that you have an audience.

“I said Iran is a maybe! You don’t remember but remember when I said I was making a list of countries to visit next month and I said we were definitely going to Iran? Well, now it’s a maybe. A lot is going on over there. So it’s in the “maybe” column. Yeah.”

You must say, your ability to bullshit and bullshit quickly was impressive. If your future baby inherits that, you’re in trouble.

“Oh okay, we can discuss that later, my love.” He kissed your cheek and you awkwardly turned on your heel to leave the office. Just like that, approach 3 was a complete fail as well. You were such an idiot.

When T’Challa finally retired to your shared bedroom for the day, you were still wide awake. All these approaches were not working. Honestly, fuck approaches. Approaches were not getting you pregnant.

“T’Challa.”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want to have a baby.”

He shifted beside you. “I’m sorry?”

You sighed sitting up in bed and staring at him With all the sincerity you could muster. “I want to have a baby. I know I wanted to wait a year or two but I changed my mind. I’m ready to be a mother now.” You expected him to have a serious face, ready for a discussion but instead, he was....amused. Had his cheekbones poking out along with his signature smirk.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to tell me that.”

“Oh my God! You knew?!?!!”

He sat up, chuckling at your expense. “Yes, I knew.”

You hit your husband in the chest. “You ass! How long did you know?!”

“When you said it in bed that one night,” T’Challa replied, causing you to hit him again.

“Wait so you had me making an ass out of myself to tell you I wanted to have your child?!”

He held his hands up in defense. “Hey, that was your choice, my love. You should have just told me, instead of creating all these complicated ways to say it. I am your husband. You should not have to beat around the bush with me.”

Damn, he was right. Damn, Erik was right. For once in his life. Damn him.

“So.....what do you say?” You asked sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. You made eye contact when he grabbed your chin and kissed your lips sweetly.

“My love, I’ve wanted children with you ever since I fell in love with you. I was always ready to be the father of your children but I wanted you to be ready to be the mother of my children.”

You smiled widely, kissing him again. “And I am. I am ready to give you children.”

T’Challa began to climb on top of you. “Then what is the holdup? I must...nut in you? Is that the proper language?”

“Yes! Yes, it is! Now do that!”

And unlike your approaches, it only took you and T’Challa one time to get what you wanted.

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[darkdeviances]

Dating T’challa includes

Y’all are that fucking couple. You and your nigga are the it couple and it’s best that the world realizes that now. Like y’all step out and it’s all eyes on y’all.

Behind closed doors y’all are just like any other couple. You guys Netflix & chill and walk around in your preferred pjs and everything else.

Y’all are the shit. Y’all are so much of the shit y’all don’t even realize y’all are the shit. Like you guys are unaware that everyone sees you as these huge ass couple goals because you don’t see yourselves like that. You have problems just like everyone else.

You prefer being at home over anything else like just being around each other is a perfect enough date for the two of you and it’s just honestly so relaxing and chill.

T’challa is a low key diva. He does whole ass facial routines and it takes him longer to get ready that it ever takes you. He loves to show you his lil natural remedies for blemishes or scarring. It’s fucking adorable honestly.

The king is a freak. He loves trying new things with you. He likes anything as long as it doesn’t degrade you too much or in anyway you don’t like. He is not a kink shaker and is down for a lot of that nasty shit. This man has barroom eyes like you’ve never seen before.

He values family. He wants to make sure that both your families respect one another even if they don’t share the same values. He’s just a very family oriented person all together and he especially wants a close knit bond with you and yours too.

He wants 4 kids. Like he never mentions it explicitly but he brings up sometimes how he thinks 4 is his lucky number and it often leads to talks about kids and he sneaks in little things.

This man looooves to cuddle. He just likes laying unde you, over you, all around you it doesn’t matter. He just wants to be near you in the long run.

He’s not a good cook but he loves to try and help cook or help prepare things with or for you. If your not a good cook either then he still likes to to try to help the cooks when it’s for you.

He’s a lovely man with many quirks but you love him and he loves you too. So with all you your faults on both ends it still works because you communicate and work through your issues in a healthy way

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[griots-tales]

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[marvellous-fangirl]

Lab Banter

You go to Wakanda to see your best friend, Shuri, and develop a crush on her older brother

Oneshot

Word Count: 1,135

Pairings: T’Challa x Reader, BFF!Shuri x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Shuri being a matchmaker

A/N: I’m might write two separate sequels for this

You got off the ship, staring in wonder out at technological city. Your eyes were wide in amazement. How could you not have known that this existed? “Y/N!” You heard and your head snapped around to see a girl your age running towards you. “Shuri!” You grinned, running towards your friend. “How are you?” You huffed as you crashed together into a hug. “Better than you could ever be.” She smirked and you grinned even wider as you performed your infamous handshake. “I can’t wait for you to show me around.” You bounced, staring around you, eyes wide. Shuri chuckled. You turned to see a handsome man walking towards you. “Ah yes this is my brother.” “T’Challa.” He smiled, holding his hand out for you to shake and introducing himself. You smiled, shaking his hand firmly. “It’s an honour, your majesty.” You smiled, eyes not leaving his face, taking in all the flaws that he didn’t have. Shuri nudged you, your eyes locked with T’Challa’s. You tore your eyes away and saw the largest smirk plastered on Shuri’s face.  “C’mon Y/L/N, lets go.” And you waved goodbye to the best looking guy you’d ever seen. 

You gazed in wonder around Shuri’s lab. “Man I would kill for this stuff.” You said, eyes wide. Shuri chuckled, spinning in her desk chair. You saw the suits in the corner and scurried over to them, Shuri standing and following behind you, satisfied at your reaction. “These are so beautiful.” You whispered, running your fingertips over the vibranium. “Like my brother?” She smirked and you choked on air. “Save your breath I know exactly what’s going through your head.” She laughed and you spluttered hopelessly. “Relax I already gave him your number.” “You did?” You whispered. Shuri nodded and you squeaked and danced around the room, just as T’Challa entered the lab, laughing as he saw and locked eyes with you. 

You had your hair scooped backwards in a mess and were relaxing with Shuri in her lab, when T’Challa slid into the room the next morning. You and Shuri looked up in unison. “Ah brother.” Shuri grinned and you smiled as they performed a complicated handshake. “I’ve been preparing new suits for you.” She smirked slightly, as you noticed her cue and slid off the table you were sitting on and grabbed a camera to strap to your wrist. T’Challa didn’t notice your movements until he turned around saw you smirking like his sister. He raised an eyebrow and Shuri chuckled. “Brother it’s for research.” She assured him. “Now kick the suit.” She said and T’Challa obeyed. It went soaring across to the other side of the lab and Shuri rolled her eyes. “I said kick it, not send it into orbit.” And T’Challa chuckled. “Now kick it in the same place.” She said, trying to hide a smirk as she placed the mannequin down where it had been before. T’Challa’s foot made contact with the spot he had kicked it before and went flying backwards. You got the whole thing on camera and screamed with laughter, falling onto the floor and rolling around, clutching your sides. Shuri was cackling as T’Challa stood up and dusted himself off, trying not to laugh at your reaction and he pointed seriously at the two of you. “Delete that.” He said and your laughing intensified. 

Once you recovered from your fits of laughter, you scooped yourself off the floor and tried to retain your composure and it took you a while. T’Challa couldn’t help but watch you as you continued to giggle with a smile so big that Shuri had to punch him before you saw the look on his face. As you rose to your feet, you watched the footage from your wrist and continued to chuckle to yourself.  “I told you to delete that.” He said, half serious. You stuck your tongue out like a child.  “I tOlD yOu tO DeLeTe tHaT.” You mocked him and he rolled his eyes, then made to grab the device on your wrist, but you had already foreseen his movement and unstrapped it, sending it soaring across the room towards Shuri, who caught it with a smirk. T’Challa groaned then launched towards his sister, who had again already thrown it. You all continued your game of piggy in the middle, with you occasionally pretending to throw the device as if you were taunting a dog. Then suddenly T’Challa paused and tackled you, just as you caught the device. You fell to the floor with you wheezing with laughter again as T’Challa lay on top of you, fumbling to grab the device out of your hands, but you were still too good for him and freed your arm to return it to Shuri. T’Challa swore, unable to keep the grin off his face as he rose to a kneeling position over you, suddenly aware of his intense desire to kiss you. Your laughing gradually slowed as T’Challa pushed himself to his feet and you took the hand that he offered to you and you were tugged to your feet. Shuri was rolling her eyes with a grin and T’Challa made his way towards his sister.  “Seriously Shuri.” He said, stretching his hand out for the device. Shuri shrugged and handed it to him and relief flooded over his face. He dropped it on the floor and stamped on it. “Brother that was expensive!” Shuri said, upset.  “You have more.” He chuckled and earned himself a glare from her.  “At least that’s not going anywhere.” T’Challa referred to the video and you couldn’t help but grin as you made her way over to Shuri’s side and pressed a button, causing a hologram of the video to be projected into the air and T’Challa groaned as the others laughed once again.

“Now brother.” Shuri said seriously. “When are you going to ask out Y/N.” Both you and T’Challa flushed red. “It’s about time you made your move. I’m sick of all of these suggestive encounters.” She continued, trailing off into a mutter.  “Shuri.” T’Challa hissed, looking annoyed.  “What? I’m the one who’s stuck in the middle of all of this! I’ve given both of you each other’s numbers! What else can I do?!” She exclaimed and she couldn’t help but chuckle. You didn’t say anything but watched T’Challa carefully. He muttered something under his breath that only Shuri could hear. She said “You’re kidding right.” and he shrugged. She sighed and turned to you. “My brother is devoid of confidence and is unable to ask you out so I have to do it. Y/N. Would you like to go on a date with my brother.” She said and you laughed. “I’d love to.” She said slightly shyly and T’Challa grinned. Shuri cheered loudly.  “It’s about time!”

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[want2cbuckysunderoos]

My Dearest One

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: Reader is Shuri’s best friend and meets the White Wolf one afternoon in Wakanda

Word Count: over 4980

Warnings: language, smut, fluff ;)

“Y/N,” Shuri said, startling you and interrupting your intense daydream.

“Yes?” you asked, knowing she probably needs you to grab something for her, like normal. You and Shuri had become best friends ever since you found yourself in Wakanda, taken in as one of their own, though they didn’t even have to let you stay.

“Can you take the White Wolf his food for me? And, if they’re there, run the kids off so he can eat in peace,” she says while chuckling. Sometimes children would run down to where the Winter Soldier stayed and convince him to play games and make silly faces with them.

“Umm, yeah....I guess.”

You’re walking down the small hillside and realize that you’ve never actually met this man before. A nervous feeling settles itself into your stomach for an unknown reason as you anticipate your meeting him and think of what you would say; first impressions sometimes mean a lot.

Before you can think of a third way to reword your practiced thoughts, you look up and see the Winter Soldier himself. He’s wearing a sort of scraggly robe and his hair is pulled back loosely into a bun, stray tendrils of hair hanging freely around his face. His face is relaxed as he walks out to the field beside of his hut and poorly lifts himself up to sit down on a tall, flat rock.

You realize that you’ve stopped walking when he stares at you strangely; your feet instantly start moving at a clumsy pace and your heart beat picks up.

As you get closer, you notice that the White Wolf has alarmingly striking blue eyes, scruff on his jaw, and slight wrinkle lines on his forehead. His back is slouched in a comfortable position as he lifts his right—and only—arm to take the bag Shuri packed for him.

Feeling as if he’s not going to be the first one to speak, you take the initiative to say, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he says with a slight laugh.

“Umm, Shuri was busy...so she told me to bring this to you. Sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, okay, but-“

“Tell her I said thanks.”

And with that, he hops off of the rock and turns on his heels to walk into his little hut.

You’re a little shocked at his obliviousness and almost-rudeness that you just stand there, dumbfounded, as your jaw kind of slacks open.

The White Wolf stops in his tracks and turns his torso slightly to the left so that he’s facing you and says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know where my head went just now. Thank YOU for bringing this as well...” he trails off, not knowing how to finish his sentence since he’s surprised at himself.

“It’s fine, no big deal,” you say and wave it off, trying to act like you weren’t a little hurt.

“You can call me Bucky, by the way.”

At this, you turn and look at him.

Bucky.

The name tastes sweet on your lips as your murmur it silently to yourself.

“Okay, Bucky. And I accept your apology.”

“Thank you-“

“Even if it was pathetic.”

When you say this, he looks at you as if you weren’t capable of making a joke.

“I didn’t think it was that pathetic.”

You smile; it’s a game now. “Oh, it was.”

He takes his time studying you through squinted eyes and, after hesitation, says, “Will you stay?”

You’re taken aback but recover quickly enough that he didn’t notice the wistful and confused look on your face.

“Yes.”

-

After your first sharing-lunch-day with Bucky, you are instantly ready to volunteer to take him his food the next day.

You didn’t want to seem so eager to visit Bucky in case Shuri suspected anything, which would result in teasing, so you bite your tongue as you decide what to do when she starts her daily routine of taking it to him herself.

You’ll regret it if you don’t say something, so you open your mouth to, but you’re cut off when Shuri walks right out the door.

Well.

You bite your bottom lip while in deep thought, trying to decide how you’re going to get an excuse to walk back down to Bucky’s hut.

It’s been about fifteen minutes; Shuri punches the door open and you see that she’s grinning from ear to ear, yet has a skeptical look in her eyes.

“The White Wolf has requested your presence,” she says while trying to suppress giddy laughter.

You almost fall over at her words.

“Oh, well, umm...yeah, that’s—uh-“

“Just go!”

She’s really laughing now, and motions with her entire body to go towards Bucky.

You chuckle to yourself a little and slap her hands away as she tries to paw at you, teasingly.

“Someone has a crush on you!” She yells before she starts quoting a vine about God knows what.

•

You push your windblown hair out of your face for the fourth time as you walk down the hill so you can meet with Bucky again.

He’s walking from around the side of his little hut when he looks up and, once he sees you coming, smiles warmly. You’re about to smile back when, out of nowhere, your foot stumbles over what you think is a rock and you trip, barely keeping yourself from falling face-first to the ground.

“You okay?” Bucky asks, not even trying to suppress his laughter.

“Uh...yeah,” you respond.

You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you look to the ground in embarrassment. “So, what did you want?”

Bucky looks up at you. “What?”

“Shuri said you wanted me to come down here.... so what did you want?”

“Oh, I... I didn’t want anything, really. You can go back if you need to.”

“Oh.....umm, yeah. Okay.”

“I mean, I’d rather you didn’t,” he says, hesitating before gently grabbing your forearm.

You smile up at him. “I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”

“That’s good to hear.” He smiles.

•

You were with Bucky once again; every day for the past three months you came to see him. Even if you couldn’t stay all day, it was always for at least an hour.

After about half an hour of your visit, you realize that you and Bucky had walked quite a good bit from the place he stays. You learned a lot about him, but mostly that he absentmindedly gets stuck in his own head quite often. Sometimes he would pause in the middle of a story and stare at the ground as his shoes dragged across the grass. His eyebrows would furrow and his lips would set into a straight line, then he’d talk again...but pain was laced in his voice.

For the past three minutes there had been nothing but a heavy silence between you two, the only sounds being the wind dancing through trees and your hair flapping past your ear. “Bucky?” you ask, almost startling him.

“Yes?”

“Do you miss your Steve?”

“Ha. What a question. ‘My Steve.’ Yes, I do. I miss him a lot...and the others, too. I love it here, but I’d do anything to see them again.”

“I get you. Do you like King T’Challa?”

“What’s not to like about him? He’s a great guy, really.”

“Yes, he is. For some reason I was under the impression that you two are friends.”

“We’re friends, sure, but it’s not like we’re super close or anything. Why are you so curious about this?”

“I don’t know. You seem very lonely.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm? Just hmm? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You always want to know what I’m thinking, Y/N. Why such an interest in me?”

“I don’t know... I just.... I’m sorry, geez..”

“I didn’t mean it like that-“

You had already turned around, though, shocked at your own sudden change of emotions. Why were you so upset? It was unnecessary, at least that’s what you told yourself. The possibility of it being because you really started liking Bucky and you know he doesn’t like you tugs at your heart. It wasn’t fair that you two spend all this time together and you develop unavoidable feelings for him while he doesn’t have to feel anything.

“Are you okay?” he calls from behind.

“I think I’m gonna go take a nap or something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

You start walking, but then you can feel his presence creeping up and hear his shoes dragging quickly across the grass. His only hand reaches out and grabs your left hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You can nap on my bed,” he tells you. “It’s not the most luxurious, but I’d rather you do it here than have to walk all the way back to your room.”

You lock eyes with him and nod; you’re touched by his offer, but everything inside of you is screaming because you’re getting too hopeful and you know this doesn’t mean anything more than the fact that he’s just being a good friend. A friend. That’s all.

You both get back to his hut and you sit down on his bed, eventually forcing yourself to lay down and close your eyes. You can hear Bucky shuffling around the place; your eyes softly flutter open at one point just in time to catch Bucky pulling his hair into another bun, the longer strands that go around his face falling out of his hands and finding themselves against his cheek.

Your heart jumps a little, and you close your eyes once more, your mouth unwillingly curling into a smile.

•

Bucky sits down across from where you lay on his bed, trying to decide if he should wake you up so that you could go to your own bed and sleep the rest of the night. He didn’t know you would sleep for five whole hours, and he also hadn’t intended on letting you, but here he is.

He watches you cautiously, afraid that somehow you’ll wake up and get angry at him for staring. He can’t help it; to him, you look like an absolute angel lying there. He sighs, some of the hair around his face flying up from the sudden exhale of breath.

How had he let himself get close to someone again? He just knows that you don’t want anything to do with him, not in a romantic way. He only had one arm and he was quiet and distant from everyone and everything around him. Too much had happened for it to be any different, and he accepted long ago that there wouldn’t be anyone out there that would love him and accept his broken soul for what it is.

But then you came. And he was filled with hope, so much that it breaks his heart every time he tries to touch your hand or shoulder and you don’t react how he plans. He tells himself it’s because of his brokenness. No one would love someone like-

His thoughts are cut off when your whole body jerks in your sleep. He decides now that he should probably wake you up, so he stands up and walks over to you, lightly sliding the back of his hand over your soft cheek. His eyes roam your entirety, his heart bursting with affection. “I wish I could just hold you,” he whispers to you, but only he can hear it.

•

You wake up at the sound of a pain-filled groan from outside.

You sit straight up and look around, just now realizing you spent the night in Bucky’s hut.

“Shit,” you mumble, throwing the blanket that you don’t remember covering up with off of you and groggily stepping outside. “Bucky?” you say in the middle of a yawn, then you remember the groan and your eyes focus to show you that Bucky’s holding the spot where his left metal arm used to be.

“Bucky!”

You reach him in seconds, coming up behind him and instinctively caressing his hair and briefly rubbing his back and shoulders to show that you’re there. “Can I do anything?” you ask him.

He turns around and leans into you a little too forcefully, your leg stepping out behind you to support him. He embraces you with his one arm, and your arms hesitantly reach up to wrap around his neck. You both stay holding each other for a few minutes, unsaid words hanging in the air, needing to be heard.

“Y/N,” Bucky says.

“Yes?”

“I know this is cliché, but there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”

He loosens his hold on your waist a little so that he can move to look at you, his face just a couple inches away from yours. Your stomach flies into your throat and your heart beat is getting insanely fast, your heart threatening to fly out of your chest.

He looks down at your lips and then back up to your eyes; he leans in a little bit closer, and—

“Y/N! There you are! I was looking everywhere for you,” Shuri yells from the hill.

You sigh in frustration and wave at her, knowing you’re in for questioning later. She walks closer then notices how you’re right against Bucky, mere inches away from kissing him still, and she starts to back up, throwing her hands up in the air, saying, “Meet me for dinner tonight.” She winks at you, then she goes back the way she came from.

Even though you can hear her snickering still, you look back to Bucky and notice he’s already looking at you. “Buck, I-“

He cuts you off by pressing his mouth against yours, taking the unsaid words and throwing them all into his kiss and the way he moves his mouth against yours. You’re lightheaded and kind of startled, but you return the passion and move your hands into his hair so that you can grab it by the handfuls. His hand slides down your back and rests at the small of your back, while his mouth abandons your lips and he kisses down your jaw until he reaches the tender skin of your neck. He feels so content right now, kissing you, but doing what he’s wanted to do since he met you somehow isn’t enough anymore.

Bucky impatiently walks forward towards his hut, holding your back still so that he can keep you from falling. You’re walking backwards, completely trusting him, and still kissing him with everything in you. You stumble a little bit trying to get through the entryway, but he doesn’t let you fall. “Buck,” you say, breathlessly. He keeps kissing you while simultaneously helping you lay down on his bed, saying, “What?” against your lips.

“I’m in love with you,” you tell him, cupping his chin as you look right into his eyes.

His eyes flit back and forth from your left to right eye, searching for the proof that you mean what you said. He decides that he believes you, and his only response is a genuine smile; it was good enough for you, though your heart sinks just a little bit.

He tries to hold himself up with his right hand, but not having another arm doesn’t really help out with balance, so his body kind of falls onto yours. Red spreads across his cheeks and, for the first time, he looks over at the ground instead of you.

“Bucky, it’s better this way,” you say while reaching down to take your pants off.

“What way?” his gaze snaps back in your direction.

“You laying on top of me like this. It’s very intimate. I like it.”

His mouth pulls into a wide smile; you knew just what to say to make him feel less like a useless person. He leans down, still on top of you, and kisses you again. Your lips automatically respond, furiously sliding against his. You feel your bottom lip being sucked in between Bucky’s teeth, and he bites down lightly, then expertly gets it in between his own lips, sucking and pulling. He lifts his head away from you all of a sudden, your head instinctively following after his and not understanding the rejection.

Bucky looks you right in the eyes before he slowly leans down so that his mouth is right against your ear. His tongue barely licks your earlobe and he lightly sucks it in between his lips before whispering, “I’ve BEEN in love with you, Y/N.” Your entire body breaks out in goosebumps, a shiver running down your spine at the feel of Bucky’s hot breath and thick voice in your ear.

He takes his right hand and slides it down your torso, attempting to make it to your panties. Without his other arm, though, it’s impossible, and he soon realizes this.

Frustrated, he sits up and sighs loudly. “I’m sorry...”

“Bucky, no. Do not apologize.”

“I have to...I- I can’t even please you because I only have one lousy arm.”

“Look at me, Buck. I don’t care. I love it. I want you and nothing is going to get in the way of that. We’ll find a way, somehow. Give it time. We have forever.”

A smile stretches across his face, but you can tell that he’s in pain and trying to keep his heart from cracking under his insecurity. You plant a kiss right beneath his jaw line and rest your head on his shoulder, sighing in contentment. “We don’t even have to do anything at all, and I’ll still be just as happy with you,” you say aloud.

Bucky shifts his body to where he’s laying on his back, obviously inviting you to lay down on top of him. You crawl up his body and straddle him, slouching so that you can look right into his eyes while they’re just a few inches away from your own. You let your eyes close and breathe in his scent; he leans up to meet your mouth and softly kisses you.

For a whole five seconds, it’s just you and Bucky; no sounds from outside, no thoughts of worry seeping in, and no one to interrupt. You’re surrounded by everything Bucky, and it’s no surprise when his tongue suddenly enters your mouth unannounced. Your body reacts but your mind is muffled with the adoration for the man you’re holding onto, and you instinctively notice his cock against your inner thigh and position yourself so that you can grind against him.

Bucky trembles beneath you and his breath hitches. You feel him against your center and throw your head back in sudden delight, Bucky kissing your throat right as you do so. With his one hand, he wraps it around your hips, pulls you farther up on his body, and hooks his index finger around your panties, the now annoying fabric in his way.

He moves the panties to the side and pushes a finger into you, an immediate gasp leaving your lips in return. Your fists clench and you lightly hit them against Bucky’s chest as he continues to pump his finger in and out of you, entering a second one after hastily sliding your panties down and off of your legs.

You’re seeing stars and your body starts going limp as  you let out a deep groan and open your eyes to see that Bucky’s looking right at you with dark desire. He curls his fingers inside you one more time before slowly pulling them out and putting them in his mouth, sucking the cum off.

“Shit,” you mumble, gulping as you help him pull his pants and underwear down. You take his cock in your hand and position yourself over him, guiding him into your entrance as you sit down on him. His size fills you up and you both let out deep, satisfied sighs. You rock your hips back and forth, shuddering at the feel of your love inside of you. He sits up and pulls one of your legs toward him so that he can wrap it around his back, encouraging you to do the same with the other.

His body jolts beneath you and he lets out a drawn out moan, biting his bottom lip as his breath shakes. You pick up the speed, your vision going white from the bliss. Bucky’s gaze fixes on your breasts bouncing up and down at the rapid pace that you’re riding his dick. You’re practically shoving your hips against his as you keep your rhythm of going back and forth and up and down on his cock.

Bucky’s about to come, so he carefully balances himself and takes his one hand away from where he had dug into your skin so that he could stimulate your clit, even though your position was already having him hit your G-spot. Your once steady rhythm becomes sloppy and your body is only riding in jerking motions. You start to moan but it becomes shaken when you feel yourself release, Bucky doing so soon after you, and your entire body quivers above him.

You lift yourself up a little so that he can come out of you, but you stay straddling him and set your forehead against his, placing a kiss on the end of his nose.

His panting breath fans across your face and you tilt your head so that you can share another heated kiss before collapsing beside him, your head now resting on his chest.

•

A couple hours later you feel Bucky stir beside of you and your source of warmth is stripped away as he stands up and walks outside; not being able to fight your curiosity, you stand up to see King T’Challa, Okoye, and a few others outside. Some sort of compartment that you can’t really see was opened, and Bucky walks toward it with excited caution. After a few moments of silence, you hear Bucky ask, “Where’s the fight?”

And, to your horror, T’Challa responds, “On its way.”

Before you can stop, you gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. What fight? Bucky walks back inside, surprised to find you already awake. He gets some assistance putting on the new arm that was brought to him, a pained smile plastered on his face the whole time. You watch in silence as he becomes a man with two arms again, except this time one of them is made of vibranium, the rare and indestructible metal found in Wakanda.

After everyone leaves and it’s just you and Bucky again, you try to form your question. Bucky can tell from your furrowed brow and the twitching of your lips that you’re conflicted. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks, his sweet voice full of concern.

“Umm..”

“Hey, think about it this way, at least now I won’t fall over during sex.”

You laugh. “Yeah, that’s -uh- great, Buck. You’re right, you’re right, it’s just that-“

“Oh my God I’m sorry.... did you not like it? Did it make you feel, like, uncomfortable or upset or something? We don’t have to do it again if you-“

“No, no, Buck. It was great. But it’s just... I overheard you and the King talking and...”

“Oh...”

“What fight, Buck? What’s he talking about? How did YOU know about it? What’s going on?”

“Listen, listen, listen. I made the connection that something’s going on, and I’ve now been informed that Steve and the others are coming. I’ll know more about the plan later, but-“

He stops talking when he sees that tears are sliding down your cheeks.

“Baby, no.... don’t cry. It’ll be okay, it’ll work out. It always does.”

“I just want you to stay safe here, with me, forever.”

“We have forever. Just promise me you’ll go somewhere safe immediately and stay there until we get this problem worked out.”

“What problem, though?”

Bucky looks turns around and looks at you over his shoulder, his face falling; in his expression is your answer.

•

You’re laying on Shuri’s bed; she was letting you stay in there since she had the job of trying to carefully remove the Mind Stone from Vision. You had hugged her and wished her luck, so all there’s left to do now is wait.

The door opens and you automatically sit up out of fear, only relaxing when you realize it’s Bucky. “Hey, doll.”

You laugh softly, crossing your legs on the bed. He shows that giddy smile and moves toward you like he’s on the prowl, ready to pounce at any given moment. He stops right in front of the bed and waits a few seconds before briskly gripping your thighs and uncrossing your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed, your legs on either side of him.

He shoves his metal hand in between your legs and pulls your shirt collar down, dipping his tongue onto your collarbone. A moan escapes your lips and you grab his chin with your fingers, tilting his head up so that you can kiss him gently on the lips. “Bucky, what are the chances?”

He looks taken aback. “Of what?”

“Us winning.”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Ughhh oh my God...”

“Listen, Y/N, I told you not to worry about it so much. I’m here with you right now, and I’ll be here when we win this fight.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, it’s just hard to not worry about it...I love you.”

Bucky sits down on the bed next to you and scoops you up and into his lap. He lovingly drags a finger down the side of your face and traces your jaw. “I love you too,” he tells you, his lips brushing against your ear, igniting a shiver from your body.

“Were you happy to see Steve?” You ask him. That smile you love spreads across his face and he nods, saying, “Yes. And the others, too. They look different, but I guess it’s been a while. I don’t want to ever be away from Steve for that long again, though.”

You let your hands feel of his new metal arm, then they roam over his chest, stomach, face, and hair as if you’re trying to place how they feel under your fingertips deep into your memory. “My dearest one, I’ll miss you,” he says to you, startling you a little bit because of the silence that had settled in the room. “Buck, you’re saying that like it’s the last time you’ll ever see me. Stop. It’s scaring me.”

In response, he just holds you tighter and kisses your forehead; you can feel his scruff scrape against your skin, but it’s a familiar feeling. It’s safe. It’s home. But safety isn’t a forever condition, and Bucky slides his hands under your legs so that he can move you back onto the bed instead of his lap.

He stands up and leans down to capture your lips in a long kiss; you sit up on your knees so that you can wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. You feel his arms wrap securely around your waist; they give one good squeeze and he places kisses on your neck before he kisses your lips one final time.

Your hands slide down his arms, curving under his elbows until you’re holding both of his hands. He walks backwards to leave the room, your hands eventually having to let go of his. “I love you Bucky!”

“And I love you.”

•

You had fallen asleep to cure your boredom, but you’re awakened by sounds creeping in from outside where the “fight” was happening. There are a pair of headphones on the bedside table, probably for this reason. You sit up and crawl over to grab them, but then you hear a noise from outside of the door.

Locks.

You instinctively run to the door, trying desperately to turn the handle. But, of course, it’s locked.

“What the fuck!?” You exclaim.

You smack on the door with open hands, yelling, “Hey! Why the hell did you just lock me in!? Where’s Shuri?”

There is no answer.

Panic tries to settle into your veins and you begin to hyperventilate. You try to calm yourself by thinking of Bucky’s warm touch or how a fire rises in your chest when he kisses you, but nothing will suffice. Your body doesn’t even go into a panic attack, though; you stand up and try to make it to the bed, but black dots enter your vision and you hit the ground before you take the second step.

•

Pain.

The first thing you realize is that your head is pounding. You try to raise yourself up, but the excruciating pain from the side of your head doesn’t let you. “Fuck.”

Your eyes open completely and your vision adjusts, finally, but you’re still laying on the ground. Disoriented and confused, you continue to stare at the wall ten feet away from you. Why am I in this room? 

Bucky. 

“Bucky!?” You yell into the emptiness of the room, already remembering that he went into the fight hours ago. You don’t know what time it is, you only know that you need to get outside so that you can check on the man you love.

You groggily stand up, taking your time because every move threatens your vision to go black again. Finally, you get on your feet and walk over to the door, your left hand cradling the back of your head.

Taking a deep breath, you turn the handle and, to your surprise, the door opens. Hadn’t it just been locked?

You try to not to dwell on the fact that someone had unlocked it while you were knocked out and hadn’t tried to help you. Still cradling your head and squinting your eyes, since the luminescent light was a little too much, you find your way to where Shuri is supposed to be.

The door is already opened and Shuri’s supplies and tech are scattered all over the floor, metal tables laying sideways and a computer screen shattered. What the hell? This isn’t right...

You turn around swiftly and make your way to the door that’ll lead you out of this area so that you can soon get outside to hopefully find Bucky—and everyone else, apparently.

You spot the correct door and make your way towards it, reaching for the handle with your right hand when you notice one problem.

Your hand is fading away into what looks like dust.

“What the fu-“

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Gif source:  T’Challa

Imagine being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and T’Challa having a crush on you and the Avengers tease him about it when you leave the room

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T’Challa was sweet on you, that much was obvious. At least, to everyone but you. Really, it was cute, seeing the two of you dance around in circles. Watching him feel out when the right time to make a move would be. But some of the Avengers just couldn’t help but comment any longer, especially after you left the room.

Namely, Tony, “Wow, T’Challa, are you going to offer to carry her books home from school, next?” Tony’s teasing is all in good fun, but it earns him a glare from T’Challa all the same as Natasha can’t help but chuckle.

That opens the floodgates as Clint adds jokingly, “Looks like the king has found a queen.” That makes Steve look down with a smile as well, giving away how funny he thinks T’Challa’s crush is.

T’Challa shakes his head, “None of you know when to lay off, do you?”

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[airis-paris14]

Wonder What She Thinks 3

Summary: She learns to put herself first and he loses the best thing he ever had.

Masterlist || 3 || 4

I can’t predict my fate but I can’t be his no more… two years enough, few days but my week with you means more. - “Natural” Sabrina Claudio

So why are you still single?”Iman swirled her straw around her glass of mango lemonade. The man took a sip before answering, “Before now, I didn’t feel like my career was in a place where I could balance spending time in my relationship. I wanna do it right. I don’t want to look back and realize my career was the reason it doesn’t work out.”

Iman nodded and looked down, thinking on her on and off situationship with T’Challa. She hadn’t heard from the king in months. He’d been all over the news with his various dates and suspected engagements. At first the nurse was hurt, but she decided that maybe it was for the best. She and Michael had cultivated a close bond with each other. Instantly becoming fast friends after the game night. They hadn’t talked explicitly about being together. She knew that Michael had once been interested, but she couldn’t be sure anymore. They hadn’t talked about her and T’Challa either. Truth be told she didn’t know if she was ready to be in a relationship either right now. “I understand that. It’s great that you’re thinking through it. You wanna give that person your all.”

“Exactly,” the actor nodded. “What about you. I’ve known you for almost a year now, and I still don’t know why you haven’t settled down.”

“It’s complicated,” Zoe-Iman shrugged. “But why? Zoe I’ve seen the way men look at you when we’re hanging out. I can’t believe old dude hasn’t officially snapped you up yet,” Michael leaned back. “It’s his career too. It just isn’t the right time. Or wasn’t the right time. I haven’t heard from him in months so I don’t even know what we are either way.” Zoe sighed and frowned. “Zoe, I’m sorry I didn’t know. He’s stupid for that Ma. He doesn't know what an amazing thing he gave up.”

Zoe shrugged, “I guess. I mean we weren’t exclusive or anything but we’ve been friends forever. I at least expected a goodbye.”

“For sure. He definitely shouldn’t have disappeared on you like that. Are you alright?” Michael asked. “I don’t know honestly. It was most likely for the best. I doubt it would have ever been ‘the right time’ like he kept promising. I should have moved on a while ago,” the woman explained. “Well here’s to new beginnings,” Michael raised his glass. “What’s your new beginning?” Zoe asked as she raised her glass.

“My career is finally in a place where I can invest in a relationship,” the actor winked.

****

“Let’s go Zoe!” Kenois slapped her door frame twice before continuing down the hall. “I’m coming dang,” Zoe slipped on her heels and pressed send on a text message. She grabbed her little clutch and hightailed it out of the room. Sylia and Kenois had planned a group outing to a new 70s themed disco that had opened in the city. Named Studio 54A, in honor of the infamous disco from back in the day. With a guest list and dress code as exclusive as the original establishment, she wondered how her friends had secured all of them a spot on the VIP list. She was sure it had something to do with Michael, who ironically was the only one who could no longer make it. They all piled into the Uber black truck that was waiting outside and settled in for the ride.

Zoe heard her phone ping as they pulled off. “You look good mama,” Sylia complimented. “Yeah I haven’t seen you this excited to get dressed up and go out in a long time. Michael’s gonna be mad he missed this outfit” Kenois teased. “We’re just friends, besides I’m mad he’s not coming. He was my disco partner,” Zoe pouted dramatically. She slipped her phone out and read the message.

Michael: I’m sorry Zoe-Zoe.

Zoe-Iman: It’s okay. Work comes first. You gotta get that money.

Michael: no you come first.

Zoe’s heart stopped as she re-read his message before another followed it.

Michael: my friends and quality relationships should always come first. Especially good friends like you.

Zoe-Iman: But I and everyone else understand. Get some rest before your early shoot Mr.GQ x2

Michael: Only cause someone else dropped out.

Zoe-Iman: You’re still on the cover so it counts. Go to sleep.

Michael: Send me pictures and I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just you and me will go. And we can dance your little disco heart out.

Zoe-Iman: Shut up

Michael: Have a good time.

Zoe-Iman: I will. We will. Night.

Michael: Night.

“Is there something going on between you and Michael?,” Kenois smiles as they pull off the highway. “No,” Iman fought back a blush. “Yes there is!” Sylia pushed,”I knew y’all were getting close this past year, but it’s changed. The matching outfits, the way you grin at your phone when he texts.” Kenois added on

“I just enjoy his company,” Zoe shrugged. “Um hmm,” Sylia hummed. The truck reached their pit stop. The door opened and Trina, David, and Camden piled in. “Hey, y’all,” the woman smiled as she settled in. “What’s up?” Camden and David nodded and shut the door.

“Y’all look great!” Zoe smiled. The group was dressed to impress in vintage, and 70s inspired, outfits. “Where’s Michael?” David asked. “Something came up at the last minute and he couldn’t be out partying late.”

“Dang. Good thing I invited T, so we won’t be so outnumbered.” David sighed. “Nigga what?” Sylia stared at him. Trina and Kenois glanced over at Zoe who felt frozen in her seat. “Why would you invite T?” Trina turned to David, “you know he hasn’t been around lately.”

“That’s why I invited him.” David looked to Camden for help. Camden shrugged and sat back, opting to stay out of trouble on this one. Atleast for a little while longer. “You didn’t think that maybe he wasn’t around for a reason?”

David threw his hands up, “I figured the man was busy with being the prince of a whole country. I thought he could use a night out with some friends from college. Sue me!”

“It’s not that,” Kenois started. “Will y’all stop beating around the bush. Y’all obviously know something we don’t.” Camden finally interjected. “All of the women turned their heads to Zoe Iman. The boys leaned up in their seats from the back. “Me and T had a friends with benefits type thing for about the past year, then he ghosted me,” Zoe explained. Her eyes invested in the city outside her window.

“Y’all were fucking and ain’t tell nobody!”

Trina slapped David on the back of his head. “Shut up! You don’t see that driver sitting right there. Yelling out people’s business,” Trina muttered. “What he meant to say was why wouldn’t y’all tell us?” Camden corrected.

“T didn’t want anyone to know. And I didn’t want anyone to know that I was his dirty little secret. These three found out because they came back from some event early one night and heard us.” Zoe sighed, finally turning to look at two of her closest guy friends. “Yeah and she was always spending the night over there. We woulda found out anyway.” Sylia shrugged.

“I’m sorry Zoe, I wish I had known,” David frowned, his earlier amusement gone. “We’ll jack him up. All you gotta do is say the word. He had no right to ghost you like that and be out here going on dates with other chicks and shit.”

Camden nodded in agreement, “You know all of y’all like my sisters. Ain’t no dude gon mess with y’all and just walk away with both legs.”

Zoe-Iman offered a small smile, “It’s okay y’all. I’m good. I’m just trying to move on, and I hope he finds what he’s looking for.” She shrugged, turning back in her seat as the car pulled to a stop. “Besides I didn’t spend two months learning disco moves to not show them off now.

“I know that’s right, and the way that dress is looking with them heels, he gon be on his knees by the end of the night,” Trina grinned. Zoe-Iman turned to the boys, “Please don’t feel bad about it. I’m good, y’all enjoy time with him. He was y’all’s friend first. He hasn’t done anything to y’all.”

“We understand, but he hurt you.”

David agreed, “Him hurting you, is him hurting us. And best believe we gon be talking about it tonight.” The boys got out of the car before Zoe could ask them not to. Once she sighed as they walked ahead, anticipating the awkward night ahead. She desperately wished she hadn’t told Michael to go to sleep.

*****

“What time should I expect you back?” Nakia wrapped a scarf around her hair as T’Challa grabbed his wallet off of the night stand. “I am not sure,” the king sighed, turning to face his father’s choice. “Are you sure I cannot accompany you? I want to meet your friends,” the woman smiled and turned to face him. “Not this time,” he turned, avoiding the disappointment he knew was plastered all over her face. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No. Goodnight Nakia.” T’Challa hurried out of his hotel room. He slid into his waiting car and sighed. He prayed to Bast that Zoe-Iman was there. He’d deleted her number after Nakia became insecure about and suspicious of how often he was texting and meeting up with her. He knew that dropping Zoe like she meant nothing was the worst decision he’d ever made, but he needed to keep Nakia happy and by his side. However he missed his best friend and lover. She was like a drug, and he was well overdue for a re-up. The future king knew that she would be upset at first, but he knew that he could explain what had happened and they’d be able to fix his mistakes and get a life saving dose of his Iman. What the prince was not expecting, was outside intervention in his plans.

His car pulled up to the club and he breezed through the front door. Once inside he spotted his friends and walked over, disappointed to see that none of the women were present. “The king is in the house!” David stood and greeted his friend. “Stop it. I am not a king yet,” T’Challa laughed. After hugs and daps were exchanged they settled into the booth and T’Challa ordered his usual whiskey on the rocks. “So who’s this girl we’ve been seeing you all over the news with?”

T’Challa sighed and sipped his drink, “She is my father’s choice for a wife.”

“And you going along with it?” Camden raised an eyebrow. “It is not that simple,” he offered as an excuse. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re on the dance floor somewhere,” David pointed vaguely, “but you really worried about everybody or Zoe-Iman in particular?” T’Challa looked at his friend over the edge of his glass, “they are all my friends and I miss them equally-“

“Cut the bull lover boy,” Camden sat his drink down. “We found out you were messing around with Zoe-Iman.” T’Challa’s heart dropped. He and Zoe had promised they wouldn’t diverge their secret to the group. “And nah she ain’t tell us, the other girls did,” David clarified, “they came home early and heard y’all one night.”

“Well what about it? We’re both adults,” T’Challa shrugged. “It’s not even about that T! Nigga you really over here playing with her heart like it’s nothing.” David fussed. “I am not playing with her heart,” the king insisted.

“Then why she look like she was gon have a heart attack when I told everyone you were coming,” David fussed, “cause you making her look like a fool. Out here with other women in public, then ghosting her when your other chicks ask you too.”

“How did you-“ T’Challa started.

“We are not stupid bruh. You used to look at ol girl like she was your sun and moon. It had to take another girl to make you just ghost her.” Camden rubbed his temple.

“Iman knows what’s going on with my family.”

“That don’t make it okay T! You know she’s like my little sister and I hate seeing her all sad and shit over a nigga. And my friend at that! The only reason I ain’t jumped on yo ass is cause she begged me not too.” David fussed.

“She sat in the van after everyone found out and still defended you man. Cause she loves you, and you out here dating other chicks?” Camden chimed in. “I should just go you all wouldn’t understand,” T’Challa threw back the rest of his drink and reached for his wallet. “Understand what huh?” David pushed, “We want to understand but you keep pushing us away, just like you pushing Iman!”

“I can’t marry an outsider!”

The table went silent. “T do you love that girl?” Camden questioned a beat later, his hand stopping T’Challa’s from placing the money for his drink on the table. “More than I could ever explain,” the prince answered. “Then fight for her! Change the law!”

T’Challa places his money on the table, “Who could do that? It is tradition!”

“I thought you were the next king?” David shot back, “act like one and set a new precedent.”

“It is not that easy,” T’Challa insisted.

“It can’t be that difficult either.”

“Goodnight gentlemen,” T’Challa stood and strolled out of the bar.

“Oh shit,” Kenois mumbled as their college friend turned monarch stormed out of the bar. Zoe looked up and froze as his silhouette moved outside. She looked back at her friends once he’d left and they were all ready staring at her. “Go get your closure,” Trina pushed her with a sad smile. Zoe nodded and followed her lover out of the doors.

“Challa, wait!” She called. She sighed in relief as he paused getting in the car. Once she was close enough, he recognized her and pushed her into the car. “Drive around the block,” he ordered before raising the partition. “What are you doing? Someone could have seen us!” Zoe’s nervous smile fell and her anger kicked in. “I’m sorry, I forgot you don’t know me when we’re out in public,” she scoffed.

“It’s not like that and you know it,” T’Challa fell back into his seat. “No, I obviously don’t know that because I thought I could talk to my “friend” in public, but I guess I’m too lowly for that privilege as well.”

“Zoe-,” the king started. “No, just drop me off at home,” the nurse frowned, turning to look out the window. “I apologize Iman,” The king broke the tense silence.

“Um hmm,” she hummed, staring out of the window. “You’re not even going to look at me?”

“I don’t even know the man I would be looking at any more.” Zoe wiped a tear that had fought its way down her face. “I am still the same man,” The Royal reached for her hand and she snatched it away. “Do not touch me,” the woman hissed. “Iman, baby please,” He pleaded, moving closer to her.

“Please what? Ten minutes ago you were angry that I had the audacity to call your name out on the street.”

“It is not like that, you know that I have to keep my charade up in the public eye, there were cameras-”

“Outside of the club. I get that, but you can’t have a friend? It is not like your family does not know who I am. And you’ve been flipping back and forth between women lately like it's a tennis match, no one would even care T’Challa.”

“Those women are different Iman, and you know that.” The king sighed.

“Different how?”

“I don’t love them. I love you, and the media would see it as clear as day on my face if we went out together.”

Zoe Iman froze as T’Challa sighed. “And it was so hard to pick up the phone and say that. You just dropped me like I meant absolutely nothing to you. That hurt me T’Challa.”

“It was not like that,” The king tried to grab her hand again and she moved away. “Then tell me what it was like.”

“I- my father- has selected his top candidate and she became suspicious of us, so I let her delete your contact-”

“But you love me right?” Zoe chuckled and rolled down the partition, “Zoe wait,” the king tried to remove her hand. “Do not touch me your majesty! Okoye, take me home please. I have nothing left to say to his majesty tonight.”

“Okoye, keep driving around,” the king ordered. He grabbed Zoe’s hand and pulled her closer to him, “Let me go!”

“Not until you listen to me!”

“Why, so you can lie to me and then get me in your bed again?” Zoe growled, “Okoye, stop the car!”

“No Iman, listen to me,” The king grabbed both of her hands and fought over what he was about to say to her. “I have to choose a bride soon, and I am tired of lying to you and my father.”

“So what does that mean?”

“I am gonna make everything right,” The king smiled as her posture relaxed slightly, “I promise.”

“I don’t need promises, your majesty, you made enough of those when we had sex in your hotel room last month.”

“But this time I am not drunk,” the king reassured, “and I intend to keep them this time.”

Zoe looked out of the window to think, watching as her neighborhood came into view. “Do not bother your majesty. A drunk mouth speaks a sober mind, and all your sober mind seems to be filled with is empty promises and sweet nothings.” Iman grabbed her things and wiped the tears that had started to fall.

The king’s face fell, “Iman please, I want you-”

“Yes, but just in your bed for the night. Go home to your fiancée,” She sighed digging around her purse for her keys as Okoye pulled up to her driveway. “How did you know I had proposed?”

Zoe-Iman James’s heart broke, as he confirmed what she’d suspected since the night they’d drunkenly fallen into bed two months after he ghosted her, “I didn’t. You just told me.” Her lips quivered as sobs clawed their way up her throat.

The king sat back, the full gravity of what had just happened settling squarely on his shoulders. “Have a good night Your majesty,” Zoe croaked before climbing out of the door that had been opened for her.

A few minutes later, Ayo re-entered the car and Okoye began driving off. “I hope you have made the right decision T’Challa,” the guard raised her eyebrow at the king. “It was the only decision Okoye,” he wiped a tear that had fallen down his cheek. “With all due respect your majesty, all three of us know that it was not.” Ayo frowned before closing the partition to give the young man some space.

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