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[airis-paris14]

Redemption 17

Summary: One person, a secret, and an ocean tore them apart. Six years later, they find their way back together. But a rekindled love, is not Redemption.

Warnings: None

Masterlist || 16 || 17 || 18

“Good morning,” Zari puts on her best smile as she walks into the family dining room. She helped Aiden into his seat beside T’Challa before sitting across the table from Alua. “Goodmorning,” The Jabari noblewoman smiles back and continues eating. Conversation flows amicably back and forth like normal and T’Challa couldn’t thank Bast enough. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Alua or Zoe, but he had no idea how this breakfast would go. Especially since he had no desire to explain the full situation to anyone outside of those who already knew. “T’Challa?” the man fell from his thought cloud back to the table. He looked around to realize all the women in his life were staring at him. “Yes?”

“I asked what you and Alua had planned for the day.” His mother repeated. “Oh, I was going to show Aiden the menagerie if you’d like to join,” the king offered before glancing at Zari, “you too Zari.” The woman looked up from the fruit she had resumed pushing around the plate, “Oh, I’d planned to head out to the market and to see my family too. I think it will be good for you and Alua to spend some time alone with Aiden. Especially since she will be joining the family soon enough,” Zari offered up a smile before turning back to her breakfast. “I would love that,” Alua chimed in hoping to break up the silence that had begun to settle over the table. “Zari, I think I’ll join you in the market and visit to your mother,” Ramonda continued around the table. “I’m assuming that you will be in your lab Shuri?” The queen raised an eyebrow. “Only with your kind blessing mother,” Shuri grinned, quickly finishing her plate. Ramonda shook her head as the princess stood to escape to her happy place, “Before you go Shuri, please get Aiden ready to head out with his father.”

“But-” the princess opened her mouth. “I’ve got it, Queen Mother,” Zari spoke, earning a grateful look from the princess. She winked in response, “I’m not going to see him the rest of the day. I want to have a little time with him before we head off.” Aiden smiled up at his mom and Ramonda shook her head but laughed nonetheless as her youngest scampered out of the room before she could insist. “Come on buddy, you finished everything you wanted?” Zari caught her son’s attention who was finishing his last piece of fruit. “Look at you! Clean plate club!” the mother grinned and tickled her son. “Look, daddy?” He raised the dish to show his father who matched his mother’s enthusiasm. “I think that earns you a ride on a rhino if the herders agree.”

Zari shot the king a look that she hoped conveyed her unease and he squeezed her hand under the table. She fought to ignore the electricity between them “It’s perfectly safe,” he reassured. “I’m trusting you,” she warned. “Let’s go get ready so you can see all the animals with Daddy.” Zari stood and escorted her son out of the room.

An hour later Aiden was freshly bathed and dressed ready for his day. T’Challa knocked twice before entering, “You ready Aiden?” He smiled as his son ran over and hugged his legs. “Let’s go then,” He hoisted him up on his shoulders. “No daddy,” he wriggled around. “I wanna walk right now.”

“Oh?” the king raised an eyebrow and looked up at his son who was leaning over his face. The kindergartner nodded and T’Challa shrugged before setting him back down. “Why don’t you go find grandma? I wanna talk to your mom before we leave.” Aiden nodded before skirting out of the room. “No running son,” T’Challa and Zari reprimanded at the same time. The couple laughed. When the following silence became unbearable under T’Challa’s gaze Zari walked around the bed to grab her purse. “I should get-”

“Why did you do that?” the king moved closer to her cornering her against the wall. “What do you mean?” T’Challa moved even closer, practically pinning her against the wall. “You refused to go to the menagerie with us. Claiming you want Alua and me to spend time with Aiden.” the king leaned his head down so that his breath mingled with his love’s. “I- I do,” Zari stammered.

“That’s bullshit.” the king replied cooly searching her eyes. “T’Challa someone might see.”

“The door is closed.” He leaned even closer. His lips brushed Zari’s but his hands still held firmly behind his back. “If she is to become his stepmother then-”

T’Challa captured her lips in a bruising kiss and instinctively Zari wrapped her hands around his neck. The king's hands ventured to her lower back before settling on her butt and pulling them pelvis to pelvis. “He will have only one mother,” the king growled. “But Alua,” Zari started.

“Is in love with M’Baku as he is with her.”

“How can you be-”

“I asked her. We have agreed to try and figure out a way to change the agreement.” Zari looked up shocked and the king reveled in the feeling of still being in control of her body. “So your excuse stands today. Tomorrow, however, you are mine Zari.” The king searched her face for any signs of hesitation or defiance before stepping back and walking out of the room.

A few moments later, Zari caught her breath and looked at the time realizing she was probably keeping Ramonda waiting. “What is wrong with me,” she sighed, grabbing her things and making her way out of the room. A few hours later, Zari and Isha were huddled in their childhood hideout. The window seat in Zari’s bedroom was more cramped than either of them remembered but the conversation at hand was more important. “I just think we’ve missed our timing,” Zari sighed. “ I feel like you are deciding that for him, Zar. I mean you’ve only been here a few weeks. Albeit a few horribly timed weeks, but I think you should cut him some slack.”

“Yeah, but what if Bast is trying to tell us that she doesn’t approve?”

“Or she is simply testing the strength of your love. Think about it. You all have been apart for years. It is easy to fall in love with the idea of the relationship you had with T’Challa. But maybe she is making sure you can actually still love the man he has become. Not just the man he was.” Isha rubbed her friend’s back as they watched her nephew run around the backyard.

“I think I just need to give him some space. Take Aiden back to New York for a few weeks and once the marriage issue is resolved, send my baby back here until school starts.”

“If that is what you truly believe is best, then I support you. Personally, I think you’re running from the fact that you’re still in love with T’Challa.”

“I-”

Isha cut her friend off with a look, “I know you are and it’s okay. Just make sure that you are making this decision for him and Aiden, not just you being afraid to put yourself on the line.”

“So you don’t think I should give him some space to figure it out?”

“If you want to, you should. But I think you should reconsider not coming back with Aiden. I think you should come back to stay with him for the rest of the summer. Even if only to see me,” Isha added. Zari snorted as she hugged her best friend turned sister, “I missed you too Isha.”

“Okay Mister,” Zari smiled at her son as he was tucked in his covers. T’Challa had been quiet the whole time they got him ready for bed. He’d kissed Aiden goodnight and headed out claiming he had something he had to finish in his office. The mother was slightly worried about what had put him in an off mood but decided to talk to him about it after. “Tablet off? Toys away? Teeth brushed? Ears and Toes cleaned? Night light on?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yep. Yes.” Aiden smiled back at his mom. “Alrighty then,” Zari pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you Aiden.”

“I love you too mommy,” he kissed her cheek before she headed out of the room, making sure to turn the lights out before shutting the door. Next thing she knew she was pressed against the wall with T’Challa hovering over her again. “For Bast’s sake T’Challa! What on earth are you doing?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“You couldn’t have asked me like a normal person?”

“You aren’t enjoying meeting like this? You seemed to enjoy it earlier.” The king raised an eyebrow and Zari felt heat rush to her cheeks. “What do we need to talk about?”

“Us. Zari, I want you and not as a friend. Nor as a co-parent. I want you as my wife.”

“But, you are already engaged.”

“An engagement I am trying to end. Zari, I never thought I would see you again. If I had known that just a few weeks later I would find the love of my life again, we wouldn’t be in this situation. We’d be planning an engagement party for all of our friends and family.”

The designer chuckled at the earnest truth that laced T’Challa’s insistence that they be married. “You didn’t know though. Now someone else’s life has been dragged into this mess-”

“Someone who loves another as well Zari.” The king interrupted. “I know T’Challa,” the mother looked away and bit her lip. “I love when you do that,” The king leaned in closer and Zari couldn’t hold in her laughter.

“Are you really this horny your majesty?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his voice and suddenly Zari felt the wind leave her lungs. She’d expected him to joke it away but she could tell something had shifted. He was done playing games. This was no longer the 18-year-old prince she’d known intimately years ago. Before her was a man, who knew exactly what he wanted and she was what his eyes were set on.

“Oh,” her voice came out barely a whisper. “Zar, look at me,”’ the king lifted her chin. “What is keeping you from running away to elope with me right now.”

“Besides your fianceé sleeping in a guest room down the hall?” Zari chuckled and the king frowned. “You’re avoiding the question again.” He stated and felt Zari squirming even more under his gaze. “Tell me what is truly on your mind, Zari.” He asked softly, only a step above pleading. “At every step you’ve been so willing to give up on this relationship so quickly. Why?” He searched her gaze.

“A few weeks before I found out I was pregnant,” Zari started out softly, “you’d left something at my house. I came by the next day to drop it off and overheard your father speaking with one of the elders.”

[6 years ago]

Brinin Zana, The Royal City, Wakanda

The Palace

“Your majesty,” Zari froze as she heard voices coming down the hall. Not wanting to be caught leaving the Prince’s quarters unattended, she hid in an alcove close by. “Yes Semi.” King T’Chaka paused his walk to acknowledge one of the elders. “The rest of the council has asked me to speak to you about your son’s choice in a romantic partner if you will.”

“Yes,” the king gestured for the man to continue speaking. “Many of the council members are afraid of the consequences that will occur if the two decide to wed one day.”

“Wed?” Zari shook her head, “Who was thinking about marriage when college decision day was just around the corner. She prayed she could even make it through the rest of her final year of school with her head on straight.”

“As you know,” the elder continued, “The girl is not of noble blood. If the two should wed, well it simply has not been done. The elders would like you to put a stop to this relationship if at all possible. To preserve the traditions of Wakanda.”

“Is that all?” King T’Chaka glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well yes, your majesty.”

“Good. Semi, they are just children. Infatuated with each other. As you and the council are aware, children are not expected to marry as young as we were when we were younger. Both of them plan to attend college before any discussions of a family begin.”

Zari smiled, glad that the king at least seemed to understand the priorities of her and T’Challa. They weren’t even sure they’d be attending the same colleges for the next few years, let alone discussing a wedding or children. Though she and the prince had begun to explore the delightful method through which children were brought into the world. Zari fought the heat rushing to her cheeks at the mere thought of their escapades. “They are not even planning to attend the same schools as far as I understand. I highly doubt this relationship will last the separation and therefore, I will be doing nothing of the sort. My son is happy and the girl is a delight to have around. Now if they are still together in five years we will revisit the situation with both of the children involved and treated like the adults they are. Until then, my son will be allowed to enjoy this young love and it will end on its own timing.” The king dismissed the elder and continued on his walk in the hall. Leaving behind a Zari who was an odd mixture of pleased and hurt. Everyone was banking on her and T’Challa’s relationship failing? Sure she’d had her own doubts about her value in the eyes of the country as a royal, but it was different to hear your fears voiced out loud.

Present Day

“From then on, I felt like our relationship was on borrowed time. Even with Aiden it still is. The council will accept him, he is of royal blood. I am not.”

“Zar,” the king reached out wanting nothing more than to comfort the woman he could tell was seconds away from retreating from him once more. “No, T’Challa. Unless you can look me dead in the eye and tell me that the council would feel any different about us being together now than they did back then… I think it is best that Aiden and I leave for a few weeks. Just so you can sort out the marriage contract. I will send him back to spend the rest of the summer with you.”

Zari turned to walk away but T’Challa grabbed her wrist gently. “What about you?”

“I don’t know T’Challa.” Zari offered a sad smile before vanishing off down the hall.

“Come on baby, tell daddy you’ll see him soon,” Zari sighed as she watched her son sniffle his way through his hug with T’Challa. She loved how close the two had gotten and for a moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing by taking him away. It's just for a few weeks, she chastised herself. “Don’t cry son, it’s just for 14 days. Auntie Shuri taught you how to count that high. So every day, I want you to count down until I can come to get you okay.” The king wiped his son’s tears as the child nodded. “Okay,” Aiden mumbled and moved to take his mom’s hand. Ramonda, Shuri, Okoye, and Alua watched as the mother-son duo waved goodbye, T’Challa following close behind. At T’Challa’s signal, one of the Dora helped Aiden into the car while the king gently pulled Zari closer. “T'Challa, what about your family?”

“Two members of my family are leaving. They can excuse my PDA just this once.” The king gently pulled Zari even closer by her elbows so that their foreheads touch. Tears start to slip down Zari’s cheeks and the king wipes them away. “And here I thought you weren't going to miss me.” Zari chuckled and punched the king’s chest. “I do truly love you T’Challa. I just can’t fight this fight again. I want us to end on our own timing, not because the elders won’t approve.”

A tear sneaks out of T’Challa’s eye as he pulls Zari in for a hug. He holds her close, fearing that maybe this would be the last time they were this close. “I love you Zari,” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She sniffled and hurried into the car before she could make a different decision.

“When you love something, sometimes you have to let it go before it can fly back to you.” Alua hugged T’Challa from the side before walking off with Shuri who patted her brother’s shoulder. “Let’s talk,” Ramonda touched her son’s shoulder and he followed her into the parlor. “You know, this might be the worst decision you have ever made.” The Queen started after they had been served a late lunch. “Esh, what have I done?”

“You let my future daughter-in-law just walk out of here. You didn’t even put up a fight.”

“Mama, you didn’t even hear what the elders said about her when we were kids. I can’t put her through that again,” the king shook his head. “Well then change the traditions.”

“I can’t do that.”

“I thought you were the king?”

“What if she says no?”

“Then you can rest,” Ramonda pulled T’Challa’s hands into her own, “Knowing that you fought for her. But if you don’t get her back now, or at least try. You will always wonder, ‘What if I had just fought for her a little harder?’”

“And Alua?

“I’m sure you can think of a way to appease the Jabari. Besides, we both know the girl is in love with M’Baku. You’ll both be happier with different people. So stop making excuses and go. Zari is the one that is about to get away.”

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[airis-paris14]

Dress Up 9

Summary: She’s not his fiancee, but no one needs to know...

Warnings: None

Masterlist || 8 || 9 || 10

"Oh babycakes! We're so proud of you!" Sirobie's mom gushed once everyone made it inside the apartment safely, the paparazzi trapped outside of the building. "Thanks, Mama," the new college graduate smiled as all of her family members pulled her in for a hug. "Siri, Siri," Soleil tugged on her sister's gown to be picked up. "What would you like to eat?" Her father asked as he looked at nearby restaurants on his phone.

"There's a good Italian place nearby, we could order three or four family-style meals. Some of my friends from Wakanda are coming and DaNiyah and Angela's families."

"Sounds good to me," Naomi Johnson smiled as she smoothed down her daughter's hair while she played with her younger sister. "You guys get whatever you want, I haven't had anything I haven't liked since I've gone there."

"Bet, I call first pick," Ahj yelled as he jumped over Sirobie's couch to join his dad in the kitchen. "Boy if you don't stop jumping over my furniture," Sirobie fussed and her father popped her brother on the back of his head. "Ow, jeez. It's not like it won't be my apartment in a few months anyway. "Says who?" Richard Johnson questioned as he scanned the restaurant menu. "I mean I'm coming to Howard anyway, why can't I just stay here?"

"Nice try, but you've got to live on campus, your first year little brother." Sirobie laughed as her brother's cocky face fell. "Man what? I'm too pretty for communal bathrooms."

Sirobie's mother took her youngest daughter into her arms and rolled her eyes at her son. "You'll get over it."

"Just look at it as a right of passage," Sirobie shrugged, finally taking off her gown and cap. "Wait, wait," her mother frowned, "I wanna take some more pictures when the girls get here."

"Mama," the filmmaker whined. "Mama," Naomi mocked her eldest, "Just go hang it up and be ready to put it back on when everyone else gets here."

"Fine," Sirobie sighed and went into her room to hang up her gown, not before grabbing Soleil's hand as she insisted that she walk with her. "Siri, I wanna come stay with you," Soleil pouted as her sister hung her garb up in the closet. "What? You won't miss your friends at school?"

"Nope," the four-year-old shook her head. "Well what about mama and daddy, they'd miss you."

"No they won't, they'll have Ahj."

"Well, you remember how I left home and you only saw me ever so often?" the preschooler nodded. "Well, Ahj is about to do that too. Mama and daddy are gonna need you."

"Oh, but I wanna see you."

"Well how about I see if you can stay with me for a few weeks before I start working. How does that sound?" Sirobie smiled and pinned the graduation cap to her little sister's clacker balls and twists. Soleil nodded and a little grin lit up her face. "When will I get to meet Challa?"

Sirobie froze as her little sister giggled at her reflection with the too big hat on. For a moment, she'd forgotten that Soleil had met and instantly loved the king over the phone. "I wanna see his big house."

"I don't know soso," the big sister sighed.

"Are you sad?"

"Yeah, just a little."

"Cause you miss Challa?"

"Yeah, but it's more complicated than that little one."

What's compicated?"

"It means it's hard to understand munchkin."

The little girl nodded but the doorbell interrupted her before she could ask another question. "Let's go see who's at the door huh?"

"Okay!" the little girl bounced out of the room and Sirobie sighed.

"Eshe! Kasigo!" Sirobie's face lit up as two of her former lady's maids turned friends took off their coats at the door. "My lady," Eshe greeted and both of the women dropped into a curtsy. "Please. Just Sirobie. I'm back to being a normal person again." The former student clarified as her mother, father, and brother looked at her like she had grown two heads. Soleil however, was beaming at the thought that her older sister might be a real-life princess.

"Siri! Are you a princess!"

"No-"

"Respectfully, Lady Sirobie, you will always be our princess." Eshe smiled and Kasigo nodded in agreement. Sirobie blushed and Soleil squealed. "Does this mean I am a princess too?"

"Well of course little one," Kasigo curtsied before Soleil and Eshe followed suit. "Ehse, Kasigo, this is my little sister, Soleil. My parents Richard and Naomi Johnson. And my little brother Ahj."

"A pleasure to meet you all," the two women nodded. "You as well. Thank you for taking care of my baby while she was away." Mrs. Johnson smiled and hugged each of the ladies. "It was our pleasure," Eshe reassured the women. "It is lovely to meet you both as well, but would anyone mind explaining why you are calling my daughter a princess?" Richard Johnson interrupted the exchange.

"Why don't we all sit down first?" Naomi pushed her family towards the couches. " Well Daddy, remember when you called and I said that I was being well taken care of, and not doing anything illegal?"

The father raised an eyebrow and Sirobie knew she needed to get to the point quickly. "The future Queen of Wakanda went missing abruptly, Princess Kamyra, and since apparently, we are doppelgangers for each other, the royal family paid me to be a stand-in until they could locate her. Hence, Kasigo and Eshe, my former lady's maids."

"Yes, we know that your daughter is not a true royal family member, but she is just as graceful, well-spoken, intelligent, kind, caring, funny, and beautiful as any of the best ones we have ever met. Everyone loved her during her time in the country." Eshe elaborated.

"Therefore, we continue to honor her by calling her by her title. Given by the Queen Mother and the king themselves." Kasigo finished. Everyone turned to Sirobie's father and brother, "So the king at the press conference, he was telling the truth?"

Except for the part he omitted where they asked me to stand in," Sirobie nodded.

"Why did he lie?"

"It is complicated Daddy. There is a lot going on in Wakanda and he did it for my safety."

Richard sighed and looked around the room. "Well, this is not how I envisioned this night going." Everyone laughed as the father glanced down at his phone. " I am just glad you are home safe baby girl. I am so proud of you. You're my princess too." The father and daughter embraced. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Come on Ahj. Let's go grab this food." The two men shrugged back on their coats but before opening the door her father paused, "When will I get to meet this king?"

"You already did Daddy. T'Challa."

"Sirobie Johnson, you had me on the phone calling a king by his first name?"

"Daddy, he told me to. I couldn't exactly tell you who he was."

"Jesus Christ the situations y'all put me in," Richard grumbled as he and Ahj headed out the door. The women left behind could do nothing but laugh. Once the quiet settled over the apartment again, Eshe hopped up and grabbed a box she had placed on the floor near her coat. "We brought gifts. The first one is from Queen Mother and Princess Shuri."

Sirobie beamed at the mention of Ramonda and Shuri's names. "They send their regrets that they couldn't make it to your graduation in person."

"I will have to send a card back with you two," Sirobie beamed and carefully unwrapped the intricate vibranium box. Pressing her finger to the lock scanner she gasped as a tiara emerged from the dark purple velvet lining of the box. "Oh my goodness," Sirobie breathed in awe of the delicate tiara. "They thought you might like a more western-style tiara with a little Wakanda flair," Kasigo revealed. In the center of the tiara was a heart-shaped herb and lined on each side of the crown, surrounded by diamond-encrusted leaves was the flower of each of the tribes. "I love it so much," The graduate fought back tears but started laughing when she noticed how big her little sister's eyes had grown. "Don't laugh at my baby," Naomi Johnson laughed and accepted the crown from her eldest so that she and the youngest could admire it.

"They also sent a card but requested that you wait until you are alone to read it." Eshe handed over an envelope. Sirobie nodded and moved on to the next gift in Eshe's hands. "This one is from us, Lesedi too. She is sorry she could not make it."

"She is here in spirit." Sirobie smiled and felt the grin grow even larger as she realized it was a scrapbook of her time in Wakanda. "Guys," she sniffled as she flipped through page after page or her getting ready for balls and dinners, dates with T'Challa, painting, sketching, hanging out with Shuri, and taking tea with the queen. The last photo was one of her putting the finishing touches on T'Challa's portrait. Her engagement ring glistened on her left finger in the sun. "I love it. I didn't even know you guys were taking photos," Sirobie grinned.

"We remembered you saying you used to love scrapbooking, so we thought that one day, you might want some of your memories from Wakanda." Kasigo smiled, "It was Lesedi's idea."

"I'll have to write her a personal thank you." Sirobie wiped her eyes. "Angela and DaNiyah's families will probably be here soon. I should go get dressed again."

"I wanna go!" Soleil beamed. "We'll help as well." Kasigo and Eshe followed Amani into her room and Naomi Johnson laughed.

Eshe worked deftly to fashion Sirobie's hair into an updo and the woman smiled, missing the expertise of her friend. "Siri," Soleil squirmed in her sister's lap, "you should wear your tiara!"

"Maybe later Soso," Siriobie smiled. "No, we actually promised the queen you'd take a picture and we'd send it to her. We can do it quickly before everyone else gets here."

"Yay!" Soleil beamed and Sirobie shook her head as the Tiara was pulled and pinned gracefully to her updo. "Wow, you look just like a princess." The four-year-old gasped. Amani stood and placed Soleil on the ground before admiring her reflection in the mirror. The milk chocolate silk of one of her Wakandan dinner gowns complimented her skin beautifully and the tiara and the Updo finished the facade. It did indeed look like she was staring at the reflection of a princess. "I- I have no words," she breathed and reached up to make sure she was still looking at her own reflection. I haven't looked like this in so long. Sometimes it feels like a dream."

"I assure you it was not a dream," Eshe hugged her as Kasigo took Soleil's little hand in her own. A knock pulled them all out of her reverent silence, "Ro, someone is here and wants to see you-"

Naomi Johnson paused as she looked at her oldest child for the first time dressed like the princess she'd always been to her mother. "Oh, my baby," tears pooled in her eyes and Sirobie giggled and pulled her mom in for a hug. "Oh, you look absolutely stunning. You ladies are masters of your craft," the mother praised and the women bowed their heads in gratitude.

"Oh yes," suddenly Mrs. Johnson remembered why she had come in the room, "Someone is here to see you. They're in the living room."

Sirobie frowned as Kasigo and Eshe realized who had joined them. "Okay, let me take off the-"

"No! I want pictures before you take down all of their hard work. Leave it alone until you come back."

"Mama," Sirobie found herself whining once more but Naomi Johnson ignored it. "Go on, shoo."

"Mama!" the artist stumbled before she felt some familiar hands steady her. "Entle." She turned and came face to face with the man she thought she would never see again. "Your majesty," She stepped out of his reach and his face fell. "You look breathtaking," the king cleared his throat, fighting the urge to freeze. The vision in front of him did nothing to stop help.

Siriobie found herself blushing before straightening her face once more, "What do you want your majesty?"

"Please Sirobie. You know that it will always be T'Challa to you."

"Your majesty-"

"You aren't wearing your ring," the king interrupted. He felt his heart drop at the thought that she had completely written the two of them being together off forever. "I couldn't exactly wear it to my highly televised graduation where everyone wanted a photo of me could I?" Sirobie sneered, anger at the reminder of the hurt he'd caused returning. "Sirobie, there is nothing I can ever say that will make up for what I have done, but I am truly sorry. I just wanted to keep you safe."

"I know T'Challa, but you blew up my life. I don't even know if I still have a job if we're being honest. The key to being on a film set is secrecy. They can't have a crew member and cast being stalked by paparazzi."

"I found the information on your job and called. I personally explained and smoothed everything over." Sirobie felt her mouth fall wide open, "Well explained everything except the part where I am madly in love with you. I did not think that it was appropriate for-"

"T'Challa, you didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did. I know how badly you want this job. This career. I refuse to be the reason that is stolen from you. No matter how much I truly just want you to move back to Wakanda with me."

"I couldn't either way T'Challa. I couldn't watch you marry and have kids with-"

"We were able to break the contract. I won't be marrying anyone anytime soon."

"What?"

"Kamyra's family tried to have me murdered. She and I got married and then annulled it right after. She's going off to college to get her degree."

"Oh." Sirobie struggled to wrap her mind around the news that had just rushed from the king's lips.

"Sirobie," the king got down on one knee again, "I know that you are not ready for marriage or settling down right now, and I would not be happy forcing you into this lifestyle without you getting to live your own life first, but I am in love with you. Have been since I first laid eyes on you painting on the terrace. I want to see where this goes."

"What exactly are you asking T'Challa?"

"Sirobie Johnson, will you be my girlfriend?"

"We've got a lot to figure out. Including how to clear the air internationally, but, I would love to be your girlfriend T'Challa Udaku." Sirobie beamed as the king swept her up into a bridal carry. "T'Challa put me down!" she laughed. "Yay!" Soleil burst out of her sister's room jumping up and down. "My King," Kasigo and Eshe greeted.

"T'Challa," Mrs. Johnson smiled, "Will you be joining us for dinner?"

The king glanced at his girlfriend, "Only if it's okay with Sirobie."

"If you're up for intense interrogations, I'd love to have you. You'll have to meet the family anyway."

"Oh, I brought you a gift. We'll two really. The king pulled two small boxes out of his coat pocket. Smiling softly, Sirobie opened the first slender box and pulled out a delicate vibranium chain. "It's for your ring. I know you were using one of your old ones, but the promise was that I would buy you a chain before you left."

"Thank you T'Challa," Sirobie smiled. "We can put the ring on it later," she promised before boxing it back up. "This one is kind of part two," the king admitted as Sirobie unwrapped a framed photo of the two on their first outing with the ring. Sirobie was playing the part of ecstatic fiancee' well in the photo as T'Challa had his arms wrapped around her waist and she with her hands on his chest. Ring glistening away in the lightbulb flashes. "This is one of my favorite photos of us," the king admitted.

"Mine too," Sirobie cheesed.

"Come on, before someone notices," Sirobie quickly pulled the King out of her apartment. His chuckle filled the hall as they escaped outside to the city streets. H Street in DC was bustling with recent Howard grads and their friends having one last adventure before adulthood fully set in. The girls themselves were planning to head out a little later, accompanied by the king of course, but Sirobie wanted him to herself for a little while before the night was over. "You wanna see campus or the city?" Sirobie grinned up at T'Challa as they came to a quieter fork in the road. "I wanna see the place that helped make you the amazing woman I am so blessed to call my own." The graduate felt her cheeks heat up as she turned left, guiding the king up the hill to the Mecca. Soon, the quick tour was done and they took a seat on a bench on the yard.

"So, how do we make this work?'' Sirobie asked the moon their only company on the quiet green. "We take it as slow or as fast as you want," the king sighed pulling her hand into his. "Quite frankly," He glanced at the ring that was once again around her neck. A sly grin formed inside as his finger lifting the metal from her neck caused a quiet gasp to escape her lips. He chuckled lightly, twirling the ring around his finger. "If I could have my way, I would have already asked you to marry me once again," He admitted. The new Howard Alumna felt her heart racing as a cheshire grin covered his face. "As much as I would love that," she laughed before becoming a bit more serious, "I got my own life to live first T'Challa. I can't just live for you and Wakanda, just yet. I've got to be more than just his little wife," she sang a quick snicker following after. T'Challa looked at her blank-faced and she bit back another laugh, "Beyoncé jokes, gotta improve your knowledge on that if you're planning on spending eternity with me."

"Oh, Beyoncé the singer? Shuri loves her." Sirobie simply shook her head and leaned on T'Challa's chest.

"Before I forget," the king cleared his throat a little while later before they could head back up the stairs to Sirobie's apartment. They'd wandered around a bit more before deciding it was time to head back and get ready to go out with the girls. "This is for you. I called the loan company and, with your mother's help, was able to finesse your final balance number out of them. I believe this should cover it, and help you get started out in Los Angeles when you move." Sirobie felt her mouth drop open as the 10 digit number on the check became obvious. "T'Challa, I can't, this is more than enough to cover my debt. That's all you promised me. I can't take all of this," Sirobie shook her head and handed him the check back. "No, Sirobie, I wanted it to be a surprise, but your mom expressed her concerns about you being able to afford safe housing in Los Angeles, and I want you to be able to live wherever you want, safely. So I'm buying you a house. We'll you're buying you a house. I'm just gonna help, if you'll let me," the king rambled on as his girlfriend's eyes filled with tears. "I just want you safe," the king sighed as he pulled her in for a hug, "and having somewhere I can come to stay with you whenever I'm in town on business is another benefit."

"I'd love to have you come stay with me and help me choose a house," Sirobie finally answered, accepting the check. "As long as you don't mind Soleil being around, I kinda promised she could come to stay with me for a while until I started working."

"Of course," the royal smiled following Sirobie up the stairs to her apartment. "Besides," he whispered in her ear, stopping her from opening the door, "We'll have time for each other when she's sleeping." He placed a kiss on her exposed neck and delighted in the way she shivered under him. "Where are you staying tonight?" she turned to face him, pulling his face closer. "Ritz Carlton," T'Challa mumbled against her lips. "Good, I'm joining you," Sirobie grinned, finally letting him engulf her in a rough kiss against the door. Careful not to alert anyone inside what was happening just outside the door.

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[airis-paris14]

Starlight 16

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: Suicidal thoughts, miscarriage, depression.

Masterlist || 15 || 16 || 17

“Amani!”

“No Darius please, I’m sorry,” Amani sobbed as she was shaken violently out of her dream.

“Hey, Amani it’s me, entle, it’s me.” T’Challa rocked his girlfriend as tears poured down her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Amani wailed as Shuri, Amare, Ada, Okoye, and Queen Mother rushed into the room. “Shuri, Amare, take Ada to the dining room. You all start breakfast without us” Queen Ramonda ordered, helping to quiet the woman in her son’s bed. “Is Mani going to be okay?” Ada fretted as the two young adults led her out of the room. “She’s okay, she just had a bad dream,” Amare reassured, secretly grateful that T’Challa and his family were there to help shoulder the load of Amani’s night terrors. They started after her first rescue from Darius’s crutches and had faded after the older Okeke met T’Challa, but 3 months after the second attack they began terrorizing her sister again.

“Honey, breathe baby, breathe,” Ramonda soothed as her son continued to calm his girlfriend silently with his hand on her back. Almost an hour later, the king was alone once again with his sleeping girlfriend. “Kumkani,” Okoye knocked apologetically. “We are already two hours late, we must leave soon.”

“Where are you going?” Amani whispered. “I have some business in the mountains with the Jabari. I will be back before dinner. I promise.” The king caressed Amani’s cheek as her face visibly fell. “I understand,” she nodded. “I will be back as soon as I can.” The king slid from under her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Do you ever stop and think about how much your life is like coming to America now?” Amare asked her sister as they laid together on her and T’Challa’s bed. “Not really. I mean I guess it is.”

“It totally is, and I’m so happy for you Amani. You are amazing.”

“No, I’m not.” The older sister waved away her sister’s words. “Yes, you are!” Amare rolled onto her side. “You finished raising me. Took me in during your last two years of college. Survived an abusive relationship, a kidnapping, two miscarriages, and you still are able to put a smile on Ada’s face. Everyone’s face. You are extraordinary.” Amare laid back down and took her sister’s hand in her own. “Thanks, kid,” Amani offered a small smile and squeezed her sister’s hand.

“We should get ready for dinner, T’Challa should be back soon,” Amare teased and pulled herself up from bed. “You go ahead,” Amani waved her sister on. “I’ll be there in a second, I’ve gotta use the restroom.”

Amare nodded before heading out of the room.

“My love, are you still in here?” T’Challa knocked on their bedroom door before entering to find it quiet. “Amani?” The king began to panic slightly as he moved through the space before he heard a groan from the bathroom. “Entle?” he pushed open the bathroom door to find the love of his life hunched over the toilet. “Are you alright,” he sat down on the floor and pulled her into his arms.

“I’ve been throwing up all day. I don’t know what’s wrong,” Amani sighed and snuggled into his scent. “Did it start today?”

“No, it's been a few weeks,” Amani mumbled. “Did you take another test?”

“No, I just lost a baby T’Challa, I don’t even want to think about having another one.”

“Amani, there’s no way you could be pregnant with a new baby right now.” T’Challa reminded her with a slight grin on his face. The heiress looked up in fear, “T’Challa you all said that they told you I lost the baby,” Amani sat up from his hold. “They did, but maybe it is worth having a second opinion here in Wakanda.”

“I don’t know T’Challa.”

“I know we don’t want to get our hopes up but it is best to know. Will you at least go for me?”

Amani sighed and nodded. She watched as a grin grew on her lover’s face. He looked so happy and she couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to know if her child was still living. Maybe it was easier to live with its ghost than the responsibility of having to keep it alive for six more months. She was exhausted enough trying to heal herself, she didn’t know if she could handle taking on another person’s baggage.

“My dear, are you alright?” The lunch table went quiet as Amani cleared her throat. “I’m okay, just a little tired.” Amani offered a small smile as Madiyson and Sakura eyed her suspiciously. “When does Marquis arrive?” Amani deflected the conversation back on to Madiyson and her boyfriend’s impending arrival. “He said at 4 this afternoon.” The former waitress smiled. “You think he’s gonna pop the question while you all are away together this weekend?” Shuri teased.

“I don’t know,” Madiyson blushed. “I am just excited to plan a baby shower.” Amani’s best friend smiled and rubbed her small bump. The king glanced at his girlfriend and squeezed her hand. The other occupants of the table looked on in pity as T’Challa leaned over, “Have you heard anything from the doctors?”

Amani fought back the bile in her throat and shook her head quickly. “Please,” she addressed everyone and the other future mother, “It’s okay to talk about babies. I am so excited to be an auntie,” she reassured everyone before glancing back down at her plate. The rest of breakfast went by no easier. Conversations about baby due dates, genders, engagements, and color schemes continued with everyone tiptoeing around the questions on eggshells. By the end of the ordeal, Amani was mentally drained and the family felt like they’d run a marathon of words around everyone’s feelings. Barely holding it together, the heiress quickly excused herself to the gardens to be alone.

Once she felt sure that no one had followed, a sob ripped through her chest. It’d been a week since she’d agreed to get a second opinion in Wakanda, two days since she’d convinced the doctor to let her tell the king, and ten minutes since she’d last lied to T’Challa about having the results. Her heart broke a little more every time she lied, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep this child. It went against everything she’d believed about herself in the past, but quite honestly, the cloud that hung over her day in and day out was large enough to make her question the safety of her child if it stayed with her.

“This was always my favorite spot to cry as well,” Amani looked up embarrassed as Ramonda joined her in the garden. She wiped her face and offered a small smile. “Please, don’t stop on my behalf. I am just here to provide some comfort if I may,” the queen joined the southern girl on the bench. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Amani cracked a few minutes later, tears streaming down her cheeks once more.

Ramonda said nothing but pulled her closer. “It’s just like there’s this dark cloud hanging over me and I just can’t get happy. Like I should be over the moon right now-”

“Why do you think that?” The queen interrupted. “My best friend is having a baby, she could be getting engaged, I’m having a baby-”

“You’re having a baby?”

Amani felt a knife twist in her heart, she’d wanted T’Challa to know first. “I just found out. I wasn’t feeling well so T’Challa arranged for me to get a second opinion and surprise,” She exclaimed half-heartedly.

“But you’re not sure if you want to go through with the pregnancy?”

Amani sighed and shook her head.

“Does T’Challa know?”

She shook her head again, “I want to tell him, but he’s so excited. It would break his heart to hear that I don’t know if I’m going to keep the child.”

“You know, I am hearing a lot about others and very little about how you feel.”

“I just, I don’t know if this baby is safe with me,” Amani admitted reluctantly. “Amani,” the queen turned to look her in both eyes, “Have you been having thoughts about-”

“Please,” the girl begged, “I have but I can’t. Please don’t say that aloud.”

“If you have been thinking about ending your life my dear, we need to talk about it.”

Amani began crying once more, “ It terrifies me. I’ve only felt like this once and I vowed I would never go back there, and here I am and-”

“You do not owe any of us an explanation. There is no way we could imagine what you’ve been through.” Ramonda pulled the young girl in for a hug. “I would like to get you some more help though. Perhaps some that can only be found outside of the castle walls. Just think about it please my dear. As much as I want this grandchild, I want you here safe and sound to raise it.” Ramonda hugged her daughter in love and wiped a stray tear of her own.

A few minutes later she interrupted the comfortable silence that had formed, “Now, make whatever decision feels right for you, but you need to tell the child’s father. My son deserves to know. Not just about the baby, but everything.”She looked into the young woman’s eyes. Amani sighed and nodded. She could no longer avoid the inevitable.

“T’Challa, can I talk to you?” Amani fumbled with her hands upon entering her boyfriend’s office. The moon shone through his large windows and her heart fluttered as he looked up and grinned. Some of the strain of the day melting away as he laid eyes on her for the first time since breakfast this morning. The heiress’s stomach churned after, the feel of acid rising in her throat as the thought of what she was about to admit out loud to her child’s father. The king looked so ethereal, surrounded by the pale glowing halo of the moon. Who was she to deny him the chance to be an amazing father once again? “Amani? Are you alright?” the rich baritone of T’Challa’s voice pulled her back into reality. “Yeah, I’m-,” She couldn’t do this. The prospective royal felt her emotions frantically backpedaling. What’s the worst that could happen? She’d have the baby, T’Challa would continue to love them both and, sure she would probably continue letting him down but she could make him happy at least this one last time.

“My love?” the king called out once more. Worried and intrigued by what was distracting the usually laser-focused woman in front of him. “Huh? Oh, It’s fine. Nevermind. I shouldn’t have come it was stupid.” Amani backtracked and turned to head out of the door. “Hold on,” The king quickly reached out to pull her back to him. “You came all the way down to my office this late at night for something stupid?”

“It’s nothing really,” Amani hid her face knowing that she was a terrible liar when T’Challa was involved. “Okay, come on,” the king pulled her over to his desk and onto his lap. “What’s going on? Did you get the results from the doctor?” T’Challa’s face brightened once again at the prospect of knowing whether or not he should be expecting another child soon. Amani felt her heart tear in two. Tears began streaming down her face before she could stop them. “Oh,” T’Challa’s face fell,” Oh my love come here. It is not over yet okay. We will get through this. We’ll give you time to heal and if you want to, in the future once we’re married and Ada is a little older we can try again-”

Feeling her emotions getting the best of her, the former waitress decided to just blurt it out. “I’m still pregnant.” The king’s face contorted in confusion, waiting for Amani to explain the heart-wrenching sobs that were beginning to hiccup their way out of her throat. He rubbed her back in silence until she calmed slightly under his touch. “You were right, I never lost the baby, but I’m not sure that I still want to have this child T’Challa.”

Even the moon seemed to lean closer to the window as the king let out a low whistle. Amani allowed the silence to linger for a while longer before nervously ushering it along, “Please say something T’Challa.”

The monarch ran a hand over his head before hoisting her back securely on his lap, “What do you want me to say Amani?”

“I don’t know. I mean. I don’t. I’ll just go-” She stood sadness lacing every movement.

“Did I ask you to leave Amani?” The king stopped her.

“Please stop thinking that when things get hard I’ll want to leave or that I want you to leave. I love you and that means I want to know what you are thinking at all times. I want us to talk through this okay?”

The American woman nodded as tears pooled behind her eyes again. “Okay,” she nodded as T’Challa helped her to take a seat on the elevated window seal. Once he joined her he took a moment to study her face. “What’s really going on. You adore children.”

The king wiped the newly emerging tears, remembering how sensitive Nakia was during her pregnancy as well. The slightest thing could set her off crying. Or screaming. Usually crying. “I don’t think this child is safe, T'Challa.”

A fire sizzled across the father’s features, “Darius is dead, and you know I will do anything. Anything to protect you two.”

“I know T’Challa, but it is not an outsider I am afraid of.”

“What do you mean? Has someone here threatened-”

I don’t think this baby is safe from me T’Challa. Lately, I’ve been-” Amani gulped, not ready to admit this out loud again for the second time today. “I have been having visions and daydreams about killing myself T’Challa. I can’t stop them. It’s like I'm doing, well okay at best and then they just appear. Out of nowhere.”

Tears warbled her lower lip as the king grappled with the words that had just left her mouth. “I- I don’t even feel safe from myself and I’m struggling every day to keep myself alive. The thought of adding another person I’m responsible for to the mix. It’s just too much. It’s too much T’Challa.” Amani felt the dam of her emotions crumble and she succumbed to the flood. T’Challa pulled her in close after she let the pain of her secrets flow. He knew that she had not seemed like herself lately, but he presumed it was just post-traumatic stress from her ordeal. He knew he should have pushed harder for her to seek professional help after, but she insisted she just needed time. Now she was here in his office sobbing. Admitting to having thoughts about killing herself and by consequence, their first child. For the first time in a long time, T'Challa Udaku was terrified and he had no idea what to do about it.

He hugged his girlfriend even closer as he thought about the engagement ring that was tucked away in the royal armory. He knew this was not the most appropriate time to think about needing to cancel his plans for them this Thursday but it helped keep him rooted to earth in a moment where he wanted nothing more than to spiral like the woman on his lap. Cancel engagement dinner. Consult with Diyna, head priestess of the temple. Cancel and postpone all meetings tomorrow. Find mother. Scratch that. Get Amani safely to their room and message his mother that they needed to talk as soon as possible. Pray to Bast that Okoye and Mother are not sleeping. He created a mental checklist and sighed. He had a plan of action and all he needed to do now was follow it.

Amani woke up hours later, the moon still making its slow descent across the sky. T’Challa was nowhere to be found even though she knew he’d been there when she fell asleep. Something pressed against her bladder and she sighed, moving to head to the bathroom. Her feet touched the cold stone and she groaned hoping to shuffle quickly to the bathroom and back. As her foot went to take the next step a familiar searing heat electrified her body. Her face twisted in horror as the events from years ago began to repeat themselves. “No, no, no, no please,” she chanted over and over as she sank to the floor. Her steady plea turned into a gut-wrenching wail as her second child passed over to that great beyond without her. With it went the last shreds of her sanity.

It'd been three weeks. The king paced the corridor outside of his daughter’s room. 21 days and he still had not found a way that felt appropriate to comfort his wife. The news of this miscarriage tore him apart more than he could ever begin to show, but Amani had lost it. She insisted it was punishment for having doubts about keeping their miracle baby and no matter who tried to reassure her, she wouldn’t believe anything but that she was responsible. She’d withdrawn from everyone including the monarch who finally decided to knock on Ada’s door. He made his way into the room only to be shushed by Amani, who was rocking the soon to be 6 year old to sleep. “Shh, she’s sleeping,” she crooned, watching as Ada’s chest rose and fell.”

T’Challa walked over squatting before her, heart breaking at the sight, “I know, but I was hoping to talk to you.” Amani tore her eyes from Ada to look at his chest avoiding all eye contact. She hadn’t looked him in the eyes in days. The specialist from the center thought it was a sign of devaluation. She no longer felt she was worthy of T’Challa being her partner. It was the most absurd thing he’d heard in his life. If anything, he owed her the world. “Why?” Amani uttered, turning her gaze back to the sleeping Ada. “I can’t leave the baby,” she reminded and the king nodded, looking at his school-age child in her lap. “Just for a moment,” he waved Okoye into the room. “Okoye will watch her for you.”

A few beats passed before the mother nodded, allowing Ada to be handed over to Okoye. The warrior and T’Challa breathed a sigh of relief as the king was able to lead Amani out of the room and into the hallway. “Did I mess up again?” the woman mumbled once the door was shut, separating them from Ada. “No,” the king reassured, “But I want to get you some help. So you can feel better. You’re tired and barely eating.”

Amani remained silent and the king took it as a sign to continue, “Please think about it.”

He handed over a brochure and the older sister gingerly flipped through it. For the first time in weeks, something other than Ada brought a slight smile to her face. “I thought you might like it.”

“They can help me feel better?”

The king nodded and Amani flipped through the pages once more. “What about the baby, I can’t leave her. She-”

“Will be fine.” The king reassured. “Let me take care of her, I just want you to feel better okay?”

Amani started to shake her head before letting her shoulders sink and she sighed. “Okay.”

“It’s just a month okay?” Amani hugged her little sister who had tears in her eyes. It’d been two days since she had agreed to go to a therapeutic rehabilitation center. Yesterday, T’Challa had called and luckily they still had a spot available for Amani to join them. She couldn’t deny that fear was grating on her nerves, but there was a little ember of hope burning. Maybe soon, she’d feel better than she ever had. The prospect excited her. She squeezed Amare one last time before hugging her two best friends and Ada one last time. She’d already hugged Queen mother and Shuri goodbye as they had agreed to sit in on T’Challa’s meetings so that he could escort his beloved to the center.

“Wait, someone is missing?” Amani froze looking over the people she loved who had gathered to see her off. “You said goodbye to Ada this morning,” Amare sniffled and Amani couldn’t help but pull her into another hug. This was the first time the older sister would be leaving the younger one since their parents had passed. “I know,” the business owner thought back to the tears that had defined her morning as Ada was reluctant to let her go. It had been a miracle T’Challa had convinced her to go to school at all. Though, Amani couldn’t deny that the fact that she would be missed did warm her heart.

“I meant my niece or nephew,” she smiled softly and pulled Madiyson and her prominent baby bump into a hug. Soon, they’ll be here in person for me to meet.”

Everyone looked on slightly in shock, none more so than Madisyon who had avoided showing her friend her bump since the incident a month ago now. “What?” Amani pulled back and blanched, hoping she hadn’t said anything wrong. “Nothing, I- we should get going so we can check in on time.”

Amani nodded and smiled at her family once more before allowing herself to be helped into the car. It’s only for a month,” she sighed as the car pulled away from the curb. Fighting back tears as she watched her family disappear. She hoped this month went by quickly so that she could come home, a stronger person. Ready to embrace all of the new changes that were coming her way. For the first time in months, a full-blown smile graced her features and she squeezed T’Challa’s hand. The world seemed just a bit brighter, even if only for a moment.

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[airis-paris14]

pretty important conversation

[airis-paris14]

Starlight 15

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?

A/N: I know it's been a long time. I plan to finish up this story in the next few weeks. Buckle Up Y'all.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse

Masterlist || 14 || 15 || 16

“Get Out,” Darius growled as he pulled the car into a park beside the gas station. Amani protested as best as she could in her state. It’d been over a day since she’d eaten anything more than to sustain the baby. Even when trying to get away from Darius, she knew she could not lose another child, especially one that she’d created with the man she loved. “That wasn’t a request, Amani. It was a demand,” Darius walked over to Amani’s side of the car and banged on the window. The woman simply shrunk into herself and looked away.

“Fine,” Darius tapped his head against the window. “You always make things unnecessarily hard, but fine we’ll play it your way,” he backed away from the window and raised his hands in defeat. Once he was gone, Amani fought to punch down the bile that was climbing her throat. Partly from the pregnancy, partly from the gnawing feeling that Darius was being too nice. She leaned her head against the cold glass and took a deep breath in. Her hands snaked low around her tiny bump and she sighed, “Mama loves you so much little one. Hopefully we’ll be out of this soon and then you can meet your Baba. Your grandma and all your aunties who are gonna love you so much. Then your big sister Ada, she’s gonna think that you are her personal baby doll to play with,” Amani laughed and quickly wiped away tears. “But you’ve got to hold on for me, little one. I can’t do this one alone. You’ve gotta meet me halfway so we can see all the people we love again okay.”

After successfully choking back her morning sickness, the big sister let her eyes flutter closed. Then she was falling out of the car, “Come on. Take this.” Darius hoisted Amani up out of her seat and forced a box in her hand. The heiress’s mouth went dry at the sight. “No,I-”

“Amani I swear to God. If you don’t get in that bathroom and take this test I’ll make sure for once and all that you can never get pregnant again.” He shoved her in the direction of the gas station door and chuckled when she stumbled slightly. “Good girl. Don’t make me come in there and watch you take it. You got twenty minutes.”

“T’Challa, respectfully, I don’t know what the fuck is taking you so long to make a move.” Sakura hissed as she and Madiyson watched Darius push their friend. “I have to make sure that Amani is out of the danger zone. “She’s in one now with that lunatic,” Madison hissed from her corner by the bathroom. “We had a clear shot when she was in the car alone!” Sakura argued. “I was not willing to take the chance of him getting away again if he saw us. This time we will finish this.”

“Wait, are you gonna-” Madiyson started.

“The less you know the better. She’s coming to the bathroom,” T’Challa murmured into the ear piece as his eyes followed Darius back to his car.

“Shit,” Amani burst into the bathroom as Madiyson slid into one of the stalls. “What the fuck am I gonna do?” The soon to be mother paced back and forth, before noticing the pair of feet in the stall behind her. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she murmured as she walked up to the door. “Ummm, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m in kind of a bad situation. And I know this sounds crazy but could you take this pregnancy test for me. If the guy I’m with finds out I’m pregnant he’s gonna hurt me so-”

Madiyson stuck her hand out of the stall without saying anything. As much as she wanted to pull her friend in for a hug, she had to wait for the all clear from T’Challa. She wanted to make sure that the job was done right this time. There was no room for mistakes. Darius could not keep terrorizing Amani again. “Oh..okay,” Amani handed the box of tests over to the hand. “Thanks I guess.” the heiress moved back over to pace in front of the counter, cradling her tiny bump once again.

“Well what else am I supposed to do?” Madiyson hissed into the earpiece as Sakura laughed about her taking their friend’s pregnancy test. “Do you need help? You just pee on the-”

“Do you think I’m stupid or I’m dumb Mani?”

“What?” Amani asked before time slowed to a standstill. Sakura burst through the door at the same time Madiyson burst free from the stall to cover her. By the time Amani realized what had happened, Darius was on the floor of the women’s bathroom with panther claws through his chest.

“Is everyone alright?” T’Challa’s mask receded and Amani felt all of the wind leave her lungs. “T’Challa?” then her mind went blank.

“T’Challa, what the fuck was that you pulled back there? You just burst into the bathroom in a catsuit,” Madiyson pressed.

“I know that I owe you both explanations, but right now my main concern is the mother of my child and said child.”

“She would probably still be conscious if you hadn’t surprised the living daylights out of her!”

“Okay,” Sakura intervened, “That’s enough Madiyson. I can’t pray with both of you going back and forth like that. We’ll talk about everything after we hear about Amani and the baby.” Madiyson retreated to one of the chairs in the private waiting room with her arms crossed.

“I am going to go find the doctor, do either of you need anything?” The king offered. “We’re fine, thank you T’Challa.” The father nodded and turned on his heel.

“Why are you treating him like that?” Sakura popped Madiyson on the back of her head, “He helped us save Amani today.”

“I just don’t like how secretive he is,” Madiyson huffed. “Girl,” Sakura sucked her teeth, “He is the ruler of a country that is closed to most of the world. He obviously can’t tell us everything and we have to respect that. We are not his main priority. He loves Amani not us. He owes us nothing.”

“I know, I’m just on edge. We almost lost her. Again Kura. She got shot this time. She’s carrying a baby like the last time.”

“I know, but T’Challa is a friend, not an enemy.”

“Ladies,” the king interrupted, “I found the doctor.”

“Now, she did suffer slight bruising from the bullet grazing her ribs but she was extremely lucky. There was a clean entry and exit wound. We expect her to make a full recovery. However, the fetus suffered trauma due to what we assume were numerous beatings. We’ll want to keep her here so that we can observe the fetus through this touch and go period.”

“How serious is touch and go?” Sakura spoke up. The doctor sighed, “Unfortunately the fetus has turned as a result of the trauma. This means that we cannot get accurate readings or a view of all of the trauma suffered until the little one decides to turn back to face us and mama’s heartbeat. Therefore, the baby could be at the edge of life, or perfectly healthy. We just don’t know right now so we need to be cautious.”

“In your personal opinion, do you think the baby will make it out?”

“I wish I knew, but I do not have enough information to form an opinion.”

Sakura watched as the hope drained from her friend and the king’s faces. “However, I can say that Ms. Okeke is a brilliant woman. When we got her in, she had thick padding covering her abdomen. Though it wasn’t enough to stop a bullet, it would have significantly reduced the amount of trauma caused by the blows.” The doctor smiled, dipped her head at the king, and walked off to continue her rounds.

Sakura let out a soft chuckle and smiled onto her face, “She’s always thinking of someone else before herself.”

T’Challa smiled, “Always saving someone else’s life.”

“She’ll make a great mom,” Madiyson smiled at T’Challa. “I have no doubts about that whatsoever,” The king smiled and peered into the room where she was sleeping. “Go on,” Sakura gestured, “We'll go get some dinner to give you all some alone time.”

“T’Challa?” Amani felt like she’d been run over by a bus and thrown off two cliffs, but the sight of her love made the pain feel like a dull ache. “Hey umhle,” the king smiled and moved closer to the bed to help Amani sit up in her bed. “You found me,” the mother coughed once sitting upright. “I always will,” he smiled and handed her a glass of water. The couple settled into a comfortable silence as Amani finished drinking the glass full of water. When she was finished, the former prince took the glass and found himself pulling her into a hug.”Please do not ever leave me again.” The expecting mother found herself shedding tears as the king cried into her hair. She wrapped her arms around his waist and allowed her body to relax into his hold. “I’m sorry-” Amani started but the king cut her off by squeezing her tighter.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he quickly shushed her. “I am so in love with you, and when I thought there was even a chance you were gone. That both of you were gone,” The king pulled back and wiped his girlfriend’s tears, as his own fell uninhibited. The monarch’s hand fell to Amani’s stomach and he bent down to speak to his soon to be second born. “When I heard that you were missing, I swore I would kill him. He will never have a chance to torment you again.”

Amani felt ice run through her veins at the news, “He’s dead?”

“I do not pride myself on taking the lives of others, but in this situation, I made this decision and I stand by it. I would do anything to make sure that you, Ada, and this unborn child and any more we might have will be safe from known threats.”

Amani could do nothing but nod as the news registered. Darius was dead. The man who had haunted her sleeping and waking hours. The bastard who had stolen her first born from her. Her perpetual tormentor was dead. As much as she wanted to feel something. All she could feel was numbness.

“Mani!” Amare burst through the door with Shuri hot on her heels. “Re,” the older sister sighed and pulled the teen into her arms. “I love you so much,” the college student cried into her sister’s shoulder. “I love you more kid,” Amare sniffled. Shuri swooped Amani into a hug before walking over to her brother and hugging him. “When do they think you can leave?” Amare grabbed her sister’s hand and settled onto the edge of the bed.

“I’m not sure, I just woke up myself.”

T’Challa cleared his throat, “They want to keep you for a while. Much longer than I think any of us are open to staying here.”

“What are our options?” Amani looked up at the man she hoped to spend the rest of her life with.

“I was hoping Shuri could shine some light on that for us?” The king looked to his younger sister who nodded and opened the body scanner app on her tablet. “Just try to sit as still as you can,” the princess instructed. A quiet hum filled the room as the blue vibranium light hummed back and forth over Amani’s body. Once the results populated on the device, a frown crossed the young scientist’s face. “No good news, I’m assuming,” Amani offered a soft smile to the three people in the room. “Unfortunately not. We’re going to have to wait a little while longer, before you and the baby are stable enough to travel back to wakanda. There, we can have you all better in three days. Max.” Shuri nodded.

“Then we wait.” the king nodded.

“In the meantime, I’m gonna reach out to some doctor back at home and whip up an IV drip to help speed up the process. I should have something delivered by morning.”

“I’ll go with you to help,” Amare volunteered, kissing the back of her sister’s hand. Amani squeezed her sister’s hand and smiled. “Take care of my sister munchkin,” Amare whispered to her sister’s belly. After more hugs the two teens headed out to get to work.

“I see we missed the welcoming committee,” Madison and Sakura walked into the room a few minutes later. “We caught Shuri and Amare as they were heading out,” Sakura revealed as they set some Chick-fil-a down.

“Baby, why don’t you go take a break. Walk around and stretch your legs.”

“Yeah T’Challa, we’ve got her. You’ve handled a lot today.” Madison reassured the king. “Call me if you need anything.” the king relented and stood to head out of the room.

A few hours later, the moon watched the women chat idly amongst themselves. “Excuse me,” a detective from the local police department knocked on the room door. “Is this Ms. Okeke’s room?”

“It is,” Sakura stood to keep the man from coming any further out of abundance of caution. “We found a pregnancy test at the scene of the shooting. We thought that Ms. Okeke might like to see the results.”

“Oh, we already know that she is pregnant,” Sakura informed the man but Amani cut her off, “I wasn’t the one who took the test though.”

“Well, whoever took it, congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Amani and Sakura look at Madiyson whose eyes had grown larger than they ever have before. “What?” tears started to cloud her eyes and the officer quickly excused himself. “Hey hey, breathe,” Sakura coached as Madiyson struggled to get enough air.

“You okay?” Amani worried once her friend was able to take steady breaths. “Yeah, I just,” Madiyson gaped, “Oh God. I’ve gotta call Darius.” The former waitress stood and rushed out of the room. “I should probably make sure she doesn’t have another panic attack,” Sakura rose from her chair next to Amani’s bed. “You gonna be alright champ?”

Amani waved her off. “Me and lil’ bit will be just fine,” she smiled and T’Challa cleared his throat as he walked in the room. “I’ll make sure of it,” he nodded to Sakura before smiling at Amani.

The king walked over to his pregnant girlfriend and placed a kiss on the crown of her head, but his smile was immediately replaced when he felt her flinch under him. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just, the last person who did that was Darius. I mean I know you’re not Darius but it just will take me a minute to readjust,” Amani tumbled out and T’Challa tried to cease the fire coursing through his veins. Even though the man was dead, he knew that everyday he would want to resurrect him just to kill him again. “It’s alright,” he reassured the mother of his child. The mother of his child. At the thought a goofy smile spread across the ruler’s face and Amani frowned trying to understand what was so funny.

“What?”

“Nothing my love,” the man grabbed her hand and pulled it to him gingerly placing a kiss on the back then turning it over to kiss the center of her palm. “It is just that you are carrying my child, and I could not be more ecstatic.”

Amani offered a soft smile, “Are you sure? I feel like I’ve caused so much drama for you. Now I can’t even keep our baby safe.”

“There is no one else in this world I would want carrying this child Amani Okeke. I love you so much more than I could ever say. I would do this all over again if it ended up with you carrying my child once more. It was all part of my plan eh. Remember?” The king referenced the last night the couple had spent together and the heiress found herself laughing softly. “Thank you T’Challa.”

“Anything for you Amani Okeke. Anything.”

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Starlight 14

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?

A/N: It's a short one y'all.

Warnings: mentions and suggestions of sexual violence and rape.

Masterlist || 13 || 14 || 15

“Why do you insist on waking me up so early?” Amani moaned as the king trailed kisses over her shoulders. “I am always up this early,” he chuckled, moving up to her neck. “That doesn’t mean I have to be too,” the heiress grinned and turned over in the soft sheets to face the love of her life.

“Good morning,” the king smiled, reaching around to pull his lover closer.

“Good morning.” Amani offered up a smile which quickly fell into a yawn. The father trailed his fingers down Amani’s bareback, over her hip, and up to softly grab her hand. He pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand before playing with her fingers. Amani pushed her other hand up to tangle in the curls at the base of T’Challa’s neck. “You know,” the billionaire sighed out as his girlfriend massaged her fingers along his scalp. “I’m going to put a ring on that finger.” Amani smiled as his lips pressed against the base of her left ring finger.

“Oh yeah?”Amani teased, as the king looked at her from between her fingers. “Yeah” T’Challa finalized, a smirk etching its way onto her face.

“What are you gonna do after you put a ring on my finger?”

“Imma put a baby in you,” The monarch smirked as he went back caressing his girlfriend's curves. “Uh uh,” The older Okeke laughed.

“What do you mean uh uh? Eh, that’s what is next on my mission. You can’t stand in the way of my mission,” the king insisted playfully.

“Okay, what next after that?”

“I’m going to put another girl in you-“

“T’Challa!” Amani dissolved into laughter and sat up. The king chuckled and pulled her back down. “Don’t T’Challa me. I'm going to put another girl in you and another and another.” The lovebirds relaxed into each other’s arms as their laughter slowly faded.Soon the sun, silence and the birds were the only excitement in the room. The couple ran their fingers over each other’s skin, memorizing each dip and curve like it was their first time. “ I love you T,” Amani pressed a kiss to his chest where her head was resting.

“I love you too, Miss Amani Okeke” the king feathered kisses along her forehead and relaxed back into his pillows.

“I don’t want this to end,” the woman admitted, “I don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t want you to go either,” the king sighed. “One day, you won’t have to, but until then we may be apart, but I'll never leave you.” Amani felt her heart melt and she reached up to press a kiss to his lips. “Are you up for a bath?” The king moved to stand and Amani groaned. “I don’t wanna get up,” she pouted and was greeted by T’Challa’s smile. “Come on,”he reached to pull her up but she couldn’t move. “T’Challa, stop playing,” the woman suddenly panicked as she realized she couldn’t move her body. “T’Challa!” The king threw on his clothes. I'm gonna get help okay?”

Tears started trickling down Amani’s face as she shook her head, “Please no! T’Challa! Don’t leave me!” She screamed herself awake to find Darius pinning her down.

“Aww, you had a bad dream? Lover boy leave you once he realized how much of a whore you are?”

Amani felt her stomach churning as Darius began pulling off her clothes. “It’s okay. I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces,” Darius sneered as he pulled her pants down over her hips. The heiress fought the building pressure of the bile in her throat, but lost it when Darius tried to put his lips on hers. The abuser sat back wiping the vomit from his chin and chest. Amani cowered at the rage in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling-“ a crack ricocheted around the room as Darius’s hand connected with the victim's cheek. “You owe me Amani. You cost me my son and you will give me another,” Darius snarled. He stood and eyed the woman who was now splattered in her own sick. A smirk grew on his lips before he let his foot connect with her stomach, “And clean this shit up.”

Amani held in her tears until she heard the door of her prison shut. She carefully pulled up her shirt and sighed, when she felt that the padding over her midriff was still in tack and sturdy.”Please hold on little one. I need your daddy to hurry.” Amani prayed as she began trying to clean up as best as she could.

Hours later, wrapped in the thin sheet Darius had allowed to remain on the bed, Amani found herself being dragged from the bed again. “ Good job, you actually learned how to clean in our short time apart,” Darius sneered and tossed Amani her phone, “Call him.”

“Call who?” The college alumna pulled her sheet tighter around her body. “Your boyfriend.” Darius spat and pulled Amani up out of the bed. “If we are gonna start this new family together we need no strings attached.” The criminal shoved a phone in Amani’s face.

“No.” She hardens her expression and braces for the abuse she is sure will follow.

“I’m sorry,” Darius chuckles and sits, “It wasn’t a question, sweetheart. Call him!”

“It’s her!” Sakura tossed T’Challa his American phone. “Amani, my love, are you alright? I am on my way-”

“T’Challa,” she interrupted, trying to fight the tears choking her up. If he had any chance of getting her message,she needed to be clear about her words. “I need you to go home-”

“Amani what-”

“T’Challa, you will never find me. I have made my decision and I am starting our family. I have to do what is best for us, and Darius is here with me. I just don’t want to be with you like this anymore. Goodbye T’Challa, let me go.” Amani hung up and her friend’s prepared for the king's reaction, but all T’Challa could do was replay their conversation over and over in his head. Something was off.

“T’Challa,” Madiyson tries to grab the King’s attention, “I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s been acting so weird lately. Please don’t give up-”

“That’s it,” The king whirled around to his sister on the video monitor, “Shuri, send that location the call was made from to the local authorities and get them over to the house ASAP.”

“I don’t understand,”Sakura hoped the king would help them understand his sudden choice to involve any part of the United States Government. “Amani, she gave us a message. She started by saying she needs me to go home. She always tells me home is where the heart is and I always tell her I will always find my way back to her no matter what.”

“Okay, she used y’all’s cute catch phrases, but why are you involving the police?”

“Because she’s pregnant and Darius is threatening her, that’s why she made the call. He was probably in the room with her.”

“Brother, the phone’s signal just crashed.” Shuri, warned. “And he’s gonna take her and the baby and run for it.”

“I’m calling 911,” Madiyson hurried off while Shuri and Amare did their best to pinpoint the exact location the call had come from. “She’s Strong T’Challa, she’ll hold on,” Sakura reassured when she noticed tears in the king's eyes. “I know, but she’s carrying my child. I had accepted waiting until she was ready again but now that it’s here I can’t say that I am not at the happiest and lowest moment of my life. If I lose either of them, I don’t know what I will do.”

“Then don’t think about losing either of them. Focus on the thought that you’ll get to meet your little one in 9 months.”

The king smiled as Sakura patted his back, “I am worried about Amani though. I am not sure how she feels about this. A baby was the last thing on her mind,” Sakura sighed.

“I know-”

“They’re already gone,” Madison interrupted T’Challa’s response. The room went silent before T’Challa spoke again. “Shuri, I gave Amari a pair of deactivated Kimoyo beads. I need you to reactivate them and send me the location.”

“Brother, once they turn on he’s going to notice the border alarm going off.”

“I know, this jet has your new update correct?”

“Yes, but I haven’t had time to fully test out the motion sickness protection feature with warp speed.”

“Well consider this an official field test. Madiyson and Sakura, I apologize in advance, but we’ve got to get to Amani.”

“No apologies needed,” Sakura nodded as she and Madiyson strapped in. “Anything for Amani,” Madiyson backed up.

“Amani, my love, please hold on,” T’Challa sighed as he switched the jet's piloting mode.

“Beads have been reactivated and the alarm was tripped. Coordinates are already set in the jet.”

“Bring them both back T’Challa,” Amare ordered before she and Shuri’s screen shut off as the Jet saved energy to move as fast as possible.

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Funeral

Hey y’all, here’s Chapter 12 of Playlist. Catch up on the story and read my other fics by checking out my masterlist HERE! Also, In a couple weeks I’ll be starting up “Ménage `a Trois”, a T’Challa x  OC x M’Baku throuple fic. Check out the preview here!

CW: Smut (consensual non-consent, knife/claw play, cutting, blood play). Basically if edge play bothers you, don’t read the last scene except for the verrrry end. Child endangerment. 

Word count: 10,313

The King and Queen of Wakanda, along with their newborn baby girl, stayed in the royal birthing chambers for the rest of the day so the midwife could keep an eye on mama and umntwana. T’Challa spent almost the entire time holding and talking to his daughter, only easily giving her up when it was time for her to eat.

“Challa, can I have my child please?”

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Isn’t She Lovely

Hey beautiful people, here’s chapter 11 of Playlist. Check out my masterlist here to catch up and to read my other stories.

Also, In a couple weeks I’ll be starting up “Ménage `a Trois”, a T’Challa x  OC x M’Baku throuple fic. Check out the preview here! Word count: 6800

CW: pregnancy complications, a lil smut

“What about T’Kiri?”

“What is it with you all and these apostrophe names? No. How about Adana?”

T’Challa shook his head and scrunched up his nose.

“I hooked up with an Adana once, pass.”

Ashanti rolled her eyes, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a whore back in the day this would be easier.”

Shuri caught the tail end of their conversation and cackled loudly as she entered the kitchen.

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Slow Down

Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! Here’s Chapter 10 of Playlist, I hope y’all enjoy it. It’s a long one.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, and take a look at my masterlist HERE to check out the rest of my work.

Word count: ~12,800

CW: smut

T’Challa snuck away from the palace and made his way through the city completely unnoticed under the cover of darkness. He turned his hoverbike off the busy street and made his way to the end of the cul de sac before hopping off and knocking on the door. Chidi answered and let the king in, looking behind him to make sure nobody noticed him.

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Slow Down

Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! Here’s Chapter 10 of Playlist, I hope y’all enjoy it. It’s a long one.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, and take a look at my masterlist HERE to check out the rest of my work.

Word count: ~12,800

CW: smut

T’Challa snuck away from the palace and made his way through the city completely unnoticed under the cover of darkness. He turned his hoverbike off the busy street and made his way to the end of the cul de sac before hopping off and knocking on the door. Chidi answered and let the king in, looking behind him to make sure nobody noticed him.

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GFG

Hey lovelies, here’s Chapter 9 of Playlist. Don’t forget to check out my masterlist HERE to catch up and read my other stories. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, can someone tell me WHY sometimes when I post from my laptop the words end up all blacked out on mobile? It’s really starting to get on my damn nerves.

Oh, and look forward to a Valentine’s Day surprise!

Word Count: ~7000

CW: Smut

“Usisi!” Shuri threw down her tools and ran to Ashanti, pulling her into the tightest hug she had ever experienced. “What are you doing here?”

It had been a week since that day at the lake, and aside from Zina and Jafari, who had been sworn to secrecy, nobody knew of Ashanti and T’Challa’s rekindled relationship yet. They wanted to take a little time to themselves without having to worry about meddling from other people, but they felt it was finally time to come clean to their loved ones. When they told Ashanti’s people, they all acted as though it was news to them. In fact, Chidi and Bisa had seen them leaving Taj’s that day and since Bisa was a terrible gossip, Binta and Kwame were soon brought into the loop when they stopped by the restaurant later that day. Just like the first time around, the twins noticed her floating around the house with a permanent smile on her face, but they decided to let her come to them despite her obvious infatuation.

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EXCUSE ME!?

What just happened!?

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Make it Better

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Word count: ~10k

CW: Smut

“What?!” K’Hari yelled at his only child as she cried at the kitchen table. Tamala had sat both of her parents down to tell them the news and so far her father was not taking it well. “Say that one more time so I know I understood you. You’re what now?”

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Bambi

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Word count: 6300

“Ashanti”

The name passed over the king’s lips as his fiancee watched him toss and turn in his sleep. Tamala didn’t know what to do. She was so angry she wanted to smother him with his stupid silk pillows, but didn’t want to risk the whole “charged with having committed a regicide” thing. She wanted to know who this Ashanti bitch was and why her man was dreaming about her with a smile on his face. She made a mental note to butter Shuri up and ask her tomorrow.

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Gone

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CW: alcoholism

Word count: 4894

Two months had passed and T’Challa was still not taking it well. He was still internalizing  the guilt he felt for putting Ashanti in harm’s way, and it was all he could think about. He felt numb most days, and when he felt anything at all it was grief  over losing his love. Whenever he wasn’t working he hid away in his chambers, staring at the walls and playing sad music. Today his favorite song to wallow to was “Gone” by N*Sync. He laid across his bed sipping from a bottle of whiskey with the song playing on repeat as tears ran down his face. 

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