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babygirlofwakanda · 6 years

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Not Gon Cry | Chapter 4

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS — Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

CHARACTERS — Black! Reader X M’Baku X T’Challa

CONTENT — Trials Of Black Love, Adultery, Broken Vows and Marriage, Humiliation and Manipulation

PLOT — Based off of the song, “Not Gon Cry” by Mary J. Blige on her Share My World album. This is strictly based off of the lyrics, but a little twist. In addition, I STRONGLY suggest listening to this song on REPLAY while reading to get further feels, but hey..

NARRATIVE — “T’Challa stop.” You giggled, as the King of Wakanda continued to poke at your waist as you finished scrambling the eggs in a frying pan.

Pausing, “If you would please get the children and wash them up for breakfast that would extremely helpful.” You suggested, as you briefly turned yourself to look him up into his eyes.

Holding his hands up in playful defense he backed out of the kitchen as he went to get the kids.

It had been seventy-two hours since T’Challa had read your daughter a bedtime story and ever since then, the King of Wakanda has devoted his time in being an active participant in your daily routine.

From having his guards, Okoye and Ayo bring you food from the market to assisting you throughout the day to even watching the kids when you went to visit Gorilla City to discuss your separation.

The man was like a bee chasing honey as he was there for your every beck and call. He was becoming an important aspect of your life as you two started to bond and spend quality time with eachother over the course of the past two days.

You never would have thought that the man who defeated your ex-husband at Warrior Falls would have you cheesing like a kid and candy store. You could still recall the first time you meet T’Challa at the annual Spring Festival in the royal garden.

Hired as an international publicist for Wakanda after moving over from America and meeting M’Baku. You could actively remember the rise and fall of the dip in his walk as he approached you to introduce himself.

Hearing the footsteps of your little ones jogging down the hallway, you snapped out of your daydream just in time as you felt the familiar body press against your legs.

“—Goodmorning, umama!” You heard Zuko exclaim, as he smiled brightly at you while he squeezed you.

Turning off the stove you abruptly dropped to your knees before returning the hug as you took it a step further and showed your motherly affection as you showered kisses all over his cocoa complexion.

“Ugh, umama.” He groaned, as he desperately tried to break out of your arms. Giggling at his antics you released your hold and stood back up and started fixing your children’s plates.

Picking up two plates from the counter you turned your abdominal to move until abruptly felt another body brush up against yours. Already knowing who it was you cocked your head back spotting T’Challa as the corners of his mouth were turned upward as he came up behind you grabbing two more plates.

Feeling a smile toy against your lips you sucked your lips inside in a attempt to keep the grin from forming.

“Kids! Y’all need to eat up, you guys already know that I’m dropping you all at your utata’s house and I need y’all to go there with full belly’s.”

“Anyways, when I do leave y’all with your utata I need y’all to be on your best behavior meaning absolutely no back talk, Mandla. Don’t think that doesn’t go for y’all two, Cebisa and Zuko.” You pointed out, with a stern look before you replacing it with a gentle one.

Coming up behind you once more you felt a heated breath blow against your ear as it spoke, “Lighten up on them.” T’Challa whispered, before lightly grazing your forearm with his thumb as he placed the last plate on the table.

Feeling your intake of oxygen hitch in your pharynx at the sudden touch of devotion, you tried to play it off by closing your mouth and allowing goosebumps to cascade over your smooth chestnut pigmentation.

Letting the light quiver rattle throughout your body, you briefly closed your eyelids while you attempted to conceal your rapid wavelengths of emotions.

It was pitiful watching your sensitive behavior flip whenever he came around. Feeling another viewer look on your shook state you whirled your head only to spot Zuko staring up at you with a grin full of bread crumbs.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you took a seat infront of the plate with a generous portion of food and started digging in after praying. Hearing the smacking of lips as you ate you instinctively darted your eyes over at Mandla getting ready to chew him out when you saw him chewing with his mouth closed. That was when your ears led you to someone much closer as you turned your head to the left spotting T’Challa smacking on his pieces of bacon.

“Is my food that good to the King of Wakanda?” You asked, with your vocal cords laced thick in sarcasm.

Flicking his head up, a closed smile graced his lips as he heard your question before he scanned over your witty expression.

Taking a sip of his apple juice he swallowed his food, “I must compliment you on your cooking. This is one of the best dishes I have had in my entire existence, I must have more.” He teased.

As you collected your children’s empty plates along with his and yours you briefly paused, “I don’t think Queen Mother and your kitchen staff will agree with your statement, but thank you.” You smirked, before throwing a comical look over your shoulder at him as you walked deeper into the kitchen.

“T’Challa can you make sure the kids are packed or are you leaving right now?” You asked, as you bent down putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

“I guess I can hang around for a few more minutes since your asking me so nicely, mnandi.” He replied.

Huffing out in irritation you stood back up seeing the kitchen table clear of your children and T’Challa indicating he followed your request.

Instead of worrying about your kids you made yourself busy as you sprayed and sanitized the table and swept the floor. By the time you were tossing the dirt in the trash can you heard the timid footsteps of your children as they walked around the corner with looks of grief and misery. Mandla held a combative appearance while Zuko had an optimistic look and Cebisa had a melancholy expression with tears pooling up in your eyes.

Your baby girl was going through it the hardest.

Scurrying towards her you swiftly got on your knees as you pulled her in a tight grip once you threw your arms around her miniature frame. Hearing her weak sniffle was all it took before she started to soak your mauve colored strap dress. Rocking her in a soothing manner in hopes of ceasing her blaring cries failed as it amplified and started to hurt your eardrums from her wails. “—lemme give it a try.” The masculine voice suggested.

Peeking your head up you saw T’Challa standing next to you as he stared at you with optimistic eyes.

Sighing you nodded before pulling your arms away from your daughter and stood up only for your spot to be fulfilled by the King of Wakanda.

“What’s the matter, mnandi?” He questioned, as he sat on his knees looking at Cebisa in the eyes.

“I-I don’t want to leave my umama.” She hiccuped, as tears kept flowing. Exhaling in grief T’Challa wiped her tears in a similar motion from the night when you were crying in the kitchen a few days ago. “It’s going to be okay Cebisa, these few days are gonna pass by like this.” He reassured, with the emphasized on the quickness of time with a snap of his finger.

With her tears halting as she blinked up at him with wide eyes she said, “Really? Then I get to come back to umama?” She asked, in great astonishment.

“—then you get to come back to umama.” T’Challa repeated, with a grin before swiftly tickling her sides making her infectious laugh echo through the home.

“So, your gonna be a big girl for your umama?” He asked, before momentarily turning his head as his eyes meet yours. “Yes!” She exclaimed, before she excitedly jumped up and down with joy. Gleaming at the sight of your cheerful baby girl you clasped your hands together, “Whew, now that, that’s settled it is time for us to hit the road children.” You announced, catching their attention as you slid on a fur coat over your shoulders and the thick scarf around your neck.

Soon enough you were standing outside watching your offspring’s bags being placed in the vehicle by no one other than T’Challa, himself. If he was gonna be around why not put him to use, you shrugged.

“Thank you for everything T’Challa. Kids!” You called out, gaining their attention once more. “Tell T’Challa your farewells now, we must be in Gorilla City before three.” You stated, before you watched your three kids embrace the King of Wakanda individually.

Last to pull away Mandla helped strap in his younger siblings in before he slid into his own seat doing the same. Shutting the door to the car T’Challa stared at you watching you fan your face dramatically with the use of your hand. “—aren’t you gonna say goodbye to your King?” He taunted, making your face compress.

Chuckling at your translated face T’Challa said, “You know I’m just joking around.” as he smiled. Smacking your lips you sauntered towards him before briefly wrapping his arms around his warm figure.

His scent of faithfulness, ginger and serenity invaded your nostrils as your face hastily pressed against his handwoven dashiki. He damn near made your knees weak as his scent traveled throughout you from your beating heart to your frontal lobe and your dripping hole. You couldn’t help but fall for his genuine charisma and presence; it was pathetic.

You haven’t felt this way since you were eighteen years old and had a bulky man towering over you as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear instead of barking at fellow warriors. Boy, did the times change.

Detaching yourself from him to prevent further hardening of your nipples, you took a step back.

“—This is a see you later hug.” He affirmed. “When are you coming back?” He questioned, as he leaned his arm against the car.

“Hopefully before five.” You replied, before T’Challa nodded his head. “Alright, well I’ll see you tonight.” He stated, before taking a step closer to you.

Breaking your personal space he swiftly planted a tender kiss on your cheek; the one actors in French movies would do when greeting and bidding farewell to a close friend or relative. Conflicted on his actions again you decided not to press the issue and got into the car and prayed that your children didn’t see your goodbye with T’Challa and start up another question and answer session. Hearing them chatter amongst themselves you thanked the heavens above before feeling the vehicle startup as the journey back to Gorilla City begun.

Minutes have passed since the ride back up to the Jabariland began. Currently hugging your children goodbye as you stood infront of the palace foyer you kissed them on their heads before leaving them with a warm hug and words. “Be good to your utata.” You declared, before you raised up to your natural height.

Standing up getting ready to pivot you heard a grumbling voice called out to you, “Hold up Y/N!”.

Inhaling a deep breath you knew who it belonged to as you were keen to that voice for many years. “What is it M’Baku?” You asked, as your voice strained from the morning, but defensive just in case he wanted to be on some bullshit.

“Can I just talk to you?” He pleaded.

“What could you possibly say to me that you didn’t the past six months? Better yet, what could you say that didn’t shout in our meeting with the council?” You grilled, your defensive tone already on lock.

Your words disintegrating his hard facade he took a deep breath before opening his mouth, “Would you just have a word with me, please? There will be no elders and no advisors just us.” He promised.

Bringing your hand up to your head you massaged your temple with your fingers before nodding. “Ok.” You agreed, as you followed him to his throne room.

M’Baku opened the wooden door as you walked in before standing in the middle of the room with your arms crossed. “Will you not have a seat?” He asked, with his arm stretched out towards the empty chairs.

“I don’t plan on being here long.” You snarled.

Huffing, “Very well then, the reason I called you in here is to tell you that I have thought long and hard about your demand for alimony and basically cutting to the chase I’m going to pay the full amount.”

Not containing the smug look on your face a grin broke out on your face as you felt the stress evade from the good news. “If you don’t mind me asking what got through to your thick skull?” You inquired.

“Eh, just came to my senses.” He shrugged.

Deciding not to press the issue you took that answer and left Gorilla City before arriving back to the heart of the country. Returning back to your home the sun was starting to set indicating that you made it back to your house just in time.

Unlocking your door you tossed your belongings down on the counter before you throwing the furs on the couch revealing your two strap dress before you plopped down next to it.

However, your tranquility didn’t last soon as you heard the ringing of your doorbell. Mumbling out curses underneath your breath you abruptly yanked opened the door, “What?!” You shouted out, as your patience wore thin. Your face dropping as you gazed at a coolheaded T’Challa who screwed his face up at your livid outburst. “Bad timing, because I can come back tomorrow or the day after.” He suggested, with his thumb gesturing back towards the path he came.

Giggling at his fumbling with words, “—No, no your fine.” You said, before you walked back towards your living room. Locking the door behind him, the King of Wakanda trailed behind you to the living room.

Watching your slumped body on the couch T’Challa spoke up, “Long day?” He asked. Before you could respond your stomach decided to make it’s debut once it started growl lowly.

His laughter dying down from your tummy he said, “—Do you want me to cook you something?”

Mumbling out in appreciation you dug your head further into the couch pillows in attempt to catch some shut-eye.

In the meantime, T’Challa was standing in your kitchen shifting throughout your cabinets as he searched for what to feed your grumbling belly.

Within an hour, you felt soft nudges on your shoulder causing you to turn away in attempt to continue your nap. Hearing a familiar laugh you heard T’Challa say, “Y/N dinner is ready.” as he pushed his palms against your other shoulder in attempt to break you out of your sleepy trance.

Moaning out as you flicked your eyelids opened, you mumbled out, “Okay.” as you stood up and stretched out your aching back. “C’mon now.” T’Challa said, as he was in the kitchen placing spaghetti onto a plate before he placed slices of garlic bread on the side.

Standing back watching the masculine man flow through your kitchen with a delicate touch sent your nerves everywhere and liquid dripping in your core.

You had to get a grip on your hormones, but seeing as though you haven’t had a good dick appointment in a months due to the Great Gorilla’s busy schedule you couldn’t help but succumb to his appearance.

Exhaling your tempting thoughts and sensitive hormones away you decided it would be best to indulge in the spicy aroma. “—Where did you learn how to cook like this? It’s delicious.” You raved, as your jaws were still full of the cooked noodles.

Chuckling at your behavior T’Challa spoke, “Queen Mother is an excellent teacher.” before bringing his food up to his plump lips. Swallowing your food you nodded at his answer, “Well someday your gonna have to show me what else you can cook.” You smirked, before taking a sip of water.

“The same goes for here, your gonna have to cook for me as well because don’t act like you can’t throw down in the kitchen.” He said, before slightly hitting your forearm with his elbow.

Only giggling in response the rest of the dinner was filled with small talk. Soon enough once it was over you two placed the dishes in the dishwasher before heading over to the living room. Flopping down on the couch you made yourself comfortable as you turned on the television.

Sitting next to you T’Challa spoke up, “How are things going with you an M’Baku?” He asked, as he watched the lights on the television reflect on your content face.

A smile spreading across your face you said, “I didn’t tell you, he agreed to pay the alimony.” You informed, as your smile got wider if it was even possible.

Grinning at your shift in attitude T’Challa hugged you as you did the same. “That’s great.” He said, as he slowly pulled away but still embracing you as your arms were still clutching onto one another’s.

Licking your lips, “Yea, it means I’m one step closer to being official separated.” You grinned, before you gradually started feeling the butterflies from this morning reappear even stronger.

His stares only intensified as you continued to talk about the joys of finally being free. Your words soon fell on deaf ears as T’Challa gaze got trapped in your beauty as his eyes observed every inch of your face from your thick perfectly arched eyebrows, buttery skin and eventually onto your thick set of lips.

Tired of being avoided from his prominent stares you glared at him before you spat out, “—Your not even paying attention, so imma shut up since my your obviously distracted.” before rolling your eyes.

“What is it? Is there something on my face?” You grumbled out, as you carelessly touched your face.

“No, no your just very gorgeous Y/N.” T’Challa said, as he took ahold of your hand that was against your face. Squeezing it gently, T’Challa swiftly leaned into your personal space and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Temporarily taking away your natural function to get oxygen to your lungs for a second as your breath hitched before you mocked his actions.

This kiss wasn’t just no peck or some basic kiss a couple did when they were in a rush, oh hell no. His kiss was like syrup on a hot plate of fresh pancakes. His kiss was like cashing a check at the bank, like a colorful sky during the sunset setting in the horizon.

Yep, his kiss was all that and a bag of chips.

Once you pressed against his moist lips he hummed out in great pleasure at the contact. Wanting to taste the cherry scented chapstick on your lips, the King of Wakanda took the lead as he took the kiss one step further as you abruptly felt his slick tongue slide in your mouth as your head moved in sync with him.

The man was making your damn knees weak again only with the touch of his tongue. Shaking off your explicit thoughts you snapped back into reality and continued bumping tonsils with the heavily scented man sitting before you.

“—Fuck.” You cried out, as you felt him starting to travel his wet kisses down your clavicle. Your spine enjoying the light touches jolted your body upward as it adorned T’Challa’s kisses. Suddenly feeling his finger fumble around with the bottom of your dress touching your knees he slowly lifted up the material.

Instantly rolling your pelvic from the gesture your best friend between your legs enjoyed the sensation of the pressure against it before you opened up your eyes. “Your an eager one aren’t you, usana.” T’Challa whispered, before he boldly reached under the dress.

His finger searching for the material crossing your hipbone stopped as the touch was missing; you weren’t wearing any panties.

Winking up at him you flashed him an enticing look before he reflected the same look before he roughly slid your dress up towards your pelvic bone. Biting his lip he dropped his eyes to take a peek at your bare pussy before he swiftly dropped down.

Feeling his textured hands traveling to the back of your thighs as he lifted them and pressed them far back making them touch your chest giving him full access of your vagina which made you shiver once you felt the cool air hit your prized possession.

Nothing was sacred anymore as he could visually see each fold, the drop of liquid threatening to fall to the little birthmark on your inner thigh as you opened yourself up to him in more ways and than one.

Emotionally, mentally now physically and eventually spiritually. The King of Wakanda managed to be the becan of light throughout this journey. Now he was gonna take your trust further as he now stared at your moist vagina. “—You ready, sithandwa sa?”

TRANSLATIONS —

“Mnandi.” means sweetheart “Usana.” means baby “Sithandwa sa.” means my love “Umama.” means mother “Utata.” means father “Mandla.” means to have power “Cebisa.” means to give advise “Zuko.” means to give glory

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Guess who was up ALL night writing, me. The story just kept flowing out of me and before I knew it, it was 6 am.

Anyways, at this point I see this series stopping at Chapter Five or Six, lmao. The fact that this was only meant to be a imagine is crazy. Y’all really made this story your own, I’m happy about that.

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Burn for Burn part 7- The Aftermath

WARNING- MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL HEALING

t’s been exactly six months to the day that Adanya and Erik Stevens, otherwise known as N’Jadaka Udaku, battled for the throne.

It’s been five months since he fully recovered from his wound, thanks to Shuri’s

It’s been four months since the family began going through counseling together. ANd things are not perfect, but they’re making connections. They’re burying hatchets and revisiting things that have been buried. Erik and T'Challa may never be friends, and Adanya and the rest of her family may never trust him again, but..

It’s something.

W’Kabi attends, too. He and T’Challa have over thirty years of feelings, emotions and betrayal to discuss. So they do, and they aren’t friends but there’s some hope yet.

It’s slow, but Erik starts making amends. Starts healing. Says that he accepted her offer because he had something more to lose this time around- Nyala.

It’s progress, and that’s all she can ask for,

Nisa has moved out of the palace, again. After she began recovering, Adanya begged T’Challa and you to let her stay. She did, but she immediately moved,deciding it was best to take some time and figure things out, without putting added pressure on Nyala.

So,a s far as Nyala knows, her mother is on a business trip and will be back within the next month or so. Which is all true, but Nyala has even though enough. She’s getting to know the man who is really her birth dad and cong to terms with the fact that the family that she has always known isn’t the one that she’s now getting to know.

Her younger siblings return home, and Adanya is thrilled. She rushes towards them. Hugging them and picking Afia up and pressing kisses to her chubby little cheeks as she basks in the love that is being rained down on her family.

Erik has a small apartment not too far away. It’s where Nyala spends weekends. She spends the weekdays with your family, going to school and playing with your youngest children.

Because for all intents and purposes, T’Challa still considered her his child. The paternity test means nothing- that is his daughter. So he affords her the same opportunities that Adanya, Ado, Abioye, Abimbola, Afia, and the baby have

Because he can’t give her the world, but he can be there for her.

Really, that may be all that she needs right now. Her world has been changed and she needs all of the support she can get.

And T’Challa will give her that until he takes his last breath.

Speaking of the Six more months pass,and you find yourself on your balcony, cuddling new baby. your last child to your chest, the six month old sound asleep and wrapped in his purple blanket, cloth soft against his cheek.

‘’He’s so beautiful,’’ T’Challa presses a kiss to his youngest child’s forehead, ‘’Our little prince.’’

‘’Our last child,’’ you correct, a slight giggle escaping your throat.

‘’We said that with Ado. And Abioye. And Afia,’’ he remind you, placing a hand on your waist.

‘’I mean it this time,’’ you shake your head, ‘’I love our babies, but I think this is enough for us.’’

‘’Whatever you say, dear,’’ he kisses your forehead now, plump lips landing on the skin ‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you too.’’

With days colored with uncertainty, splashes of what’s normal for you and T'Challa give you hope that this will all be fine.

‘’Um, hey, y'all,’’ Erik’s standing at the door, Okoye right behind him.

Because, no. He will not be in this place without a member of the Dora Milaje accompanying him at all times.

‘’What is it, N’Jadaka,’’ T'Challa calmly questions, shielding ou and the baby out of habit.

‘’We need to go to the throne room,’’ he states, putting his hands in his pockets, ‘’All of the leaders are there.’’

‘’Thank you,’’ T'Challa says.

Because so many decades of hatred, anger, resentment and hurt do not go away overnight. It’s taking effort on both of their parts. There are good days and bad days, but this is more progress than any of you ever could’ve hoped for.

You follow T’Challa to the throne room, Ayo and Kya informing you that all of the other children are there.

‘’And where is W’Kabi,’’ T’Challa questions, still wary of the man.

‘’He’s doing his community work,’’ Okoye breathes out, shaking her head, ‘’That was quite a merciful punishment.’’

‘’Adanya’s choice,’’ T'Challa clarifies, ‘’I love her benevolent demeanor. Her intention is to help us all heal from this.’’

Slowly, but surely, that is exactly what’s occurring.

Adunbi begins to fuss a bit but you comfort him, easily removing his blanket and placing him on your hip and pressing a kiss to his curls that adorn the top of his head.

After all- giving birth to and raising four of his other siblings gave you a lot of practice.

‘’I am glad that she is,’’ Erik states, trying to make conversation, ‘’She… she’ good.’’

There are a million things that he wants to say. He can’t thigh. He’s not there yet. Adanya has a good heart though and he can appreciate that. Especially because she gave him the greatest gifts of all: a chance at redemption and to be able to see his daughter.

The constant surveillance that he and W’Kabi are under make it worth it.

So the group enters the throne room. Ramonda is there, her youngest granddaughter in her lap. Afia looks just as regal as her grandmother does, and her grandmother looks more calm, more relaxed than T’Challa has seen her in ages.

So does Shuri, who is glowing as she discusses her plans with Nakia, who is helping her in California next month on their technology outreach.

Kamaria, Ife, Chane, Bakari and Jelani sit in their chairs. They have all taken over as leader of their tribes, or are getting ready to do so. The next generation of Waknadan leaders are being shared in, and progress is sure to be made.

‘’Where is Adanya,’’ T’Challa questions, turning with the rest of you when the doors open.

Adanya strides in, ebony curls flowing behind her back and looking like the leader that she is in her golden dress.

For you and T’Challa, it seems like she was just born. No. She is twenty-two, smart, funny, beautiful, and every bit the leader that you knew she’d grow up to be.

So she gives the Wakanda salute and you all return it, watching as she beams at T’Challa..

Before taking her seat on the throne.

Because just yesterday, she finally on the battle. Finally stepped into the role that was meant for her.You, her baba and her sibling look on with pride.

‘’Thank you all for meeting with me today,’’ she gives you all a warm look, ehr eye lingering on Jelani for just a second longer than they did with everyone else., ‘’We have a lot of things to discuss. So, we had better get started.’’

You’re not sure, but you think that you can hear wedding bells on the horizon.

The look that Ado gives his sister is unreadable, but you don’t question it.

You’re set on seeing the positive notes in this day.

A new sun has begun to rise on Wakanda. It gives you hope for the future and hope for change.

And that’s what Wakanda needs. You already thrive, but it will be even better.

It’s a new day.

A new start.

What was meant to burn ended up letting Adanya come into her own, rising out of the ashes and stepping into her full potential.

It’s a fresh beginning, for everyone.

And for the first time in so long, it looks like the family will eb stepping into it together.

That’s just the way it's meant to be.

Later that night, T’Challa will hold you close, eyes firmly closed and lips pressed to yours as you lounge on the balcony, in a chair that’s meant for the two of you.

‘’Easy there,’’ you sigh when he nips at your lips, ‘’Remember what I said earlier.’’

‘’I know. I just wanna enjoy my wife,’’ he quips, and you lean further into hum.

‘’Did you ever think, nearly seventeen years ago when we were divorced, tat we’d end up here,’’ you question, searching his eyes for honesty when he opens them.

‘’No. I was lucky if we could be in the same room and speak if the kids were not with us. But look how far we’ve come,’’ he reminds you, ‘’New beginnings, new.’’

New beginnings, new life.

It’s the slogan that works for Anaya's vision of Wakanda. But it also works for your marriage. You two have been through so much. It’s amazing that what was meant to burn our marriage and love actually only made you stronger. You have seven beautiful children- because, it's, you still love Nyala and will not blame her for the faults of her parents. Adanya, Ado, Abimbola, Abioye, Afia, Nyala and Adunbi… they are yours. They are testimonies of how strong yours and T'Challa's love for eachother truly is. The fact that you are still together after so long prives that so many things you used to doubt are now possible.

‘’I could not have.. I would not have made it through all of this with anyone else,’’ T’Challa explains, pressing a kiss to your hand, ‘’Our situations have been less than ideal, but here we are. W’Kabi and Erik are healing, Nisa will be back next week. Our children are doing well, Ado is off to do amazing things and or daughter… she’s queen… we did it. We finally, truly have it all.’’

You thought you did once upon a time ago, but that was all a hoax. You truly do now, and you can’t imagine life being better.

But you know it's coming, so you sit relax and enjoy this moment.

‘’I love you. Only you,’’ T’Challa breathes, a phrase that still sends the emotions rushing through you like a shooting star after all these years.

‘’I love you, too, T’Challa.’’

‘’Only me?’’

‘’Only you.’’

And that, my friends, is the way it will always remain.

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Excerpt to story I probably won’t write but wanted to get out

Eight years later, someone with Udaku blood will feel the blood stinging rage of inadequacy and jealousy, turning against Adanya after nearly a decade of peace in the Udaku family. Their motive will be understood, the execution will be flawed. A hard to swallow pill for this individual.

And , for once...

It’s not Erik.

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