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griots-tales · 2 years

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Put Sum Respeck On her Name!

Summary: A teenage Shuri accompanies her brother and his girlfriend on a trip to America... where she's antagonized by some incels, who soon regret it.

Word count: 2000

Warning: portrayed misogyny and bodyshaming

Characters: Shuri, Nakia, T'Challa, Okoye

Her attire stood out from the bleak morning crowd of Upper East SIde; her gait almost announced the Royal blood in her veins, and her company only confirmed the fact that she was someone important: Princess Shuri of Wakanda strolled down the pavement in full style and Okoye in tow, sipping some coffee together.

"Finally, got some Starbucks, eh?" She grinned at her General and confidant.

Okoye shrugged but smiled softly as she answered, "Bast, it might be the only American thing that I like."

Shuri brought her lesbian flag-themed (cherry and tangerine meringue) drink to her lips, scowling as the sun hit her directly in the eyes. "Is this the place 'Kia was talking about?"

"I believe so, Inkosazana..."

They faced the kebab stand beside them, and watched its owner set it up for the day. Nakia was familiar with the landmarks around, and had suggested that they chill in the city for a while as they made plans.

"Sanibonani, babies!"

The person in question had arrived, sashaying down in her bespoke maroon and olive pantsuit. A pair of gold rimmed sunglasses framed her eyes, protecting it from the flashing sunlight.

"Sawubona! Where's my douchehead?" Shuri greeted, referring to T'Challa.

"Oh he's on his way," Nakia replied, proceeding to wave at the vendor cheerfully and socialize with him. They waited for the King and also their delicious-smelling lamb kebab order around a plastic table.

Minutes passed in small talk, and T'Challa ended up arriving only just in time to start eating along with them.

"I was helping this old lady with her car," he explained.

"And it took this much time?" Shuri complained.

The King rolled his eyes. "It was parked a little too far into the side of the road, and it was stuck in the mud. Her arthritic self wasn't the best candidate for the job."

"Pulling a car out would take you, like, five seconds."

"She thanked me for at least five minutes," He replied and turned towards his sister, irritated now. "Also, would you stop making such a fuss about the time?"

"And what if I don't?"

"I will stop bringing you along on any of my trips to nice places." T'Challa retorted, annoyed.

Okoye sighed audibly, knowing that both siblings were aware of how tiring they could be when they bickered. "I say we should discuss what we saw in the city, right now... it's a relatively leisure trip but we have serious work at the back of this."

"You're right," Nakia caught on, helping Okoye dispel the can't-stand-you vibes the siblings had today. "There is still a lot to observe, but we now have an idea of what kind of teams to dispatch to analyze the society. Putting up an outreach center will be of no use if it doesn't cater to the nuanced needs of each unique neighbourhood they're placed in."

Shuri seemed to cut her attitude down for Nakia: "There's a lot that can be improved infrastructurally, but the main problem seems to be the usual one. I did some research beforehand, and there is a clear trend of systemic causes behind the low paying jobs and increasing crime rate. Not any lack of resources."

"I agree," Nakia nodded. "That, along with more engaging and applicable education for the kids in the hood. These schools don't really provide them with everything they need."

Their discussion went on, and T'Challa took notes on a Kimoyo bead disguised as a phone. They came to some conclusions about how the resource planning and channeling should take place, and took them down on an agenda to discuss with the council and the WIOC team.

They got up from their chairs and thanked the vendor, who was now swarmed with more customers than seemed usual, probably because of the accidental sponsoring the expensive looking Wakandans did by eating there.

Speaking of looking expensive, T'Challa noticed that they stood out a little even though they had tried to dress more Western. "We should use something more casual..." He suggested, dipping into an alley and pressing a Kimoyo bead to turn his subtly patterned overcoat and leather shoes into a printed hoodie and sneakers. The others did the same, checking for any surveillance before using their technology to tone their outfit down a little. Only Nakia's pantsuit remained more or less the same, as her experienced ass actually knew what to wear outside.

They split up again, now T'Challa and Okoye going together to navigate some lesser known places.

Nakia accompanied Shuri on their second round of the city, interlocking their arms as they chatted about different things and browsed items in the Black owned stores, keeping some in mind to buy from later. They spent about an hour at a local art exhibition, noting how it helped recognize small scale artists.

When they felt hungry again mid-morning, they stopped by a ice-cream-parlor and ordered a pair of brownie sundaes to cool off with. There were way more people around, now, including a trio of twenty-something-year-olds in identical-looking sweatpants and t-shirts standing just outside the parlor.

**tw colorism, bodyshaming, misogyny**

The War Dog had caught bad vibes from them even as she passed them, but didn't acknowledge them the least. They stayed out of their way only until she first stuck her ornate little spoon (a speciality of the store) into the chocolatey ice cream.

One of the men, a lanky one, sat up in his chair and stared shamelessly at the two women.

"Whew chile, I thought it was the darkness of the void " He sniggered and munched obnoxiously on his half-eaten ice cream cone. "Man why she even dressed up? Is she going out with someone?"

His group guffawed lazily, leering at Nakia.

"Bruv I'm more worried about the other one... how her ankles ain't snapping?"

"No shit, sis ain't got no ass!" The first guy continued, talking loudly to make sure Shuri could hear him. The princess didn't even turn to look, raising a cold eyebrow as she stiffly let the dessert melt in her mouth. Nakia was tired of this already, but prepared to tell them off to protect her friend. However, she turned around and realized that she didn't need to:

A large hand came firmly to rest on the back of the leader's chair; and the mere presence was enough to make him believe that the long fingers were just a second away from reaching his neck and snapping it. The vibranium rings were still on, and though neither asshead knew anything about them, they fell silent as they took in the new arrival.

"Hello there." T'Challa's voice was as smooth as a blade held to one's throat.

"Sup, mister..." The shitface's voice cracked a little.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" He growled, "...like finding your eyebrows?"

They all stared back at him, bug eyed. The ashy fellow truly lacked any definite eyebrows, and seemed shocked at the fact that his natural features were being mocked.

Shuri giggled at her brother roasting the shit out of the incel. Nakia joined in, grinning as her boyfriend turned on the other two.

"And you. I saw you just an hour ago, sucking on the same damn soda can; Bast knows what your teeth look like now." He observed that the other idiot's tongue had immediately darted somewhere inside his mouth where he was definitely missing a tooth.

"Get outta here, N----" The third one said, in a brave and foolish attempt to make T'Challa back off.

He was returned with a glare that seemed to cut through him with no effort.

The King didn't need to speak a word before the first man made a run for it, jumping out of the chair and followed by the others, swiftly following his lead. T'Challa kept his gaze on their backs until they were completely out of sight, before looking back at Shuri and Nakia.

The War Dog smiled at him as she licked some vanilla cream off her spoon, to which her boyfriend slowly came out of his stoic-aggressive state. Shuri waved at him to join them, and he did.

"Ubhuti, I didn't know you could throw shade?" Shuri teased once he sat down on a stool between them.

T'Challa grinned. "I've been throwing shade before you were even born, sister what are you talking about?"

" 'Go find your eyebrows' !" Nakia chuckled, "I was actually gonna use that, by the way"

She watched the smile slide off a little from his face as it took on a serious expression. " They had no right to speak to you two like that, though. "

"I've seen worse." Nakia admitted darkly.

"I haven't." Shuri shrugged, and a little shakily, T'Challa observed. Her voice was concerningly smaller than he was used to.

Both their statements hurt his chest a little; and he took their hands in each of his own.

"The next time anyone says something like that to you, they might have to go find their lower jaw." He whispered, leaning to Shuri, earning a snicker that indicated her good imagination.

"And Nakia," He addressed his girlfriend, not letting go of Shuri's hand, "You don't need brush anything off if it doesn't respect your worth. Like I said, they'll spend days searching for their mandibles."

Nakia's beautiful lips widened in a humored smile, inspiring him to bend forward to plant a kiss on them. She was returning a brownie flavored one when-

"EURGH! Not in front of my salad!"

Shuri ripped her hand unceremoniously from her brother's in faux disgust at the PDA.

T'Challa rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "That is an ice cream, Shuri."

"It's the ice cream version of a salad!"

"Are we really doing this?" He groaned, going back to finish the kiss.

Shuri made it a point to make retching noises as they went on for a few seconds before breaking apart.

"This actually tastes good... can I have some?" He murmured flirtatiously to Nakia, completely ignoring his douchebag of a sister.

"Here take mine, I don't want to eat anymore!" Shuri joked in the background, over reacting. T'Challa pretended to steal it to tease her, but she swiftly moved it out of his reach and began eating it faster under the threat.

Nakia shook her head endearingly at their antics, giggling as she scooped some brownie and ice cream to feed T'Challa with. The King accepted it with a momentary, but pointedly seductive eye contact as he practically sucked the fancy spoon: throwing hints like these weren't uncommon between them.

Having a (now, thankfully and unfortunately) loud and annoying teenage sister around wasn't the best way to get sparks going through dessert metaphors, but it did help keep up the vibe for the rest of the morning until noon, where they met Okoye again at Sylvia's for some good soul food.

The General was inevitably livid when she heard what happened to her Princess and her friend.

"Kumkani, you should have cut his tongue off-" She stabbed her barbeque ribs as though they were his.

"It would have been a legal complication, and he had also taken his chance to run. I decided against it." the king explained.

The Princess smirked, "But you looked like you were gonna do it. He low key deserved it, too."

T'Challa shrugged. "Andazi, kungcono ukuba asimfaki ezingqondweni zethu"

"He's not wrong... we have better things to think about." Nakia nodded, digging into her macaroni.

"You can always talk about it if it bothers you, though. Don't hold back." He corrected himself slightly.

Shuri smiled, and looked at Okoye as the General took her hand.

"And if you want him impaled, I have no problem-"

They all laughed, but knew that the Dora wasn't bluffing, since they had enough experience of her dutiful brutality. Shuri felt warm inside for once, feeling the security of her family and friends again. In the recent years of turmoil and instability in her country, it wasn't many nights that she could lie down and sleep without feeling the weight of the country in her gut.

Ironically, in this strange land which she had been (rightfully) warned about before, she found a day and night of peace. Harlem buzzed and stirred constantly around her, as she could see in the bird's eye view from her personal suite that night. T'Challa visited again to check on her before leaving her to the perineal buzzing of her own mind.

No shit! Sis ain't got no ass!

The words echoed again in her mind. But this time what bubbled in her throat was mirth.

"Who, me?" She said to herself, chuckling at the mirror. "Bitches be assless and brainless but come at me, damn!"

Her full length reflection smiled back at her: And she loved herself more than anything at the moment.

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ausetkmt · 2 years

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African Gods: 10 Mythological Figures You've Probably Never Heard Of

There are many gods across the African continent that it is almost impossible to enumerate them all. This is hardly surprising given that the African continent is home to more than 1.2 billion people spread across more than 3,000 tribes and 30.37 million km² of land.

In this article, you will learn about ten powerful African Gods from across the continent. The names of these mythological figures inspire veneration, devoutness, and even fear.

1. Oya

The first African God on our list is the goddess Oya. Oya is the goddess of weather, especially tornadoes, lightning, destructive rainstorms, and fire. She is also the goddess of female leadership, persuasive charm, and transformation.

She is a fierce warrior and strong protector of women. When women find themselves in difficult situations, they call on Oya to come to their aid.

The ferocious and protective deity is worshipped by the Yoruba in Nigeria and is regarded as one of the most powerful gods in the Macumba religion. The Macumba religion is also practised in Brazil and parts of South America.

2. Nyami Nyami

Our second African God, Nyami Nyami, is from Southern Africa. Also known as the Zambezi River god or Zambezi Snake spirit, Nyami Nyami is one of the most important Gods to the Tonga people of Zambia and Zimbabwe.

This African God is often depicted as being a dragon-like creature with a snake’s body and the head of a fish.

According to mythology, Nyami Nyami resides in the Zambezi River and controls life in and on the water together with his wife Kitapo. He protects the Tonga people and gives them sustenance during difficult times.

3. Kibuka

Kibuka is the war god of the Buganda tribe from East Africa. He and his brother Mukasa are the two principal gods of the Baganda. According to some sources, Kibuka provides counsel to the Baganda kings during periods of war and strife.

Locals believe that both Kibuka and his older brother, Mukasa, used to be mortals who later attained godhood.

4. Mawu-Lisa

Mawu-Lisa is the primary deity for the Fon people in Bennin and parts of West Africa. This complex deity is a dualistic figure combining the female Mawu and the male Lisa.

Among the Fon, Mawu is associated with the moon, night, fertility, motherhood, gentleness, forgiveness, rest, and joy. Lisa is associated with the complementary qualities of the sun, day, heat, work, power, war, strength, and toughness.

5. Mami Wata

Next on the list of powerful African Gods is Mami Wata. Mami Wata is a water spirit that is sometimes depicted as having the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a fish. However, according to mythology, the deity can transform her body into any form of her choice.

Mami Wata is venerated in Western, Central, and Southern Africa as well as in the African diaspora in North and South America.

6. Inkosazana

Inkosazana is the young and beautiful goddess of rain and agriculture for the Zulu people of South Africa. She is a member of the Zulu pantheon of gods and is often referred to as the “heavenly princess.”

In the Zulu people’s traditional religion, Inkosazana is associated with agriculture and growth. She is also the patron goddess of girls and young unmarried women.

According to legend if any man looks at her directly, they will fall sick and die.

7. Anansi

Anansi is a West African god who is often portrayed as a trickster. His name translates to Spider and he is often depicted as such. Ananzi is considered to be the god of all knowledge of stories. He is also one of the most important characters of West African, African American, and Caribbean folklore.

The deity is renowned for his ability to outsmart and triumph over more powerful opponents through his ingenuity. He is credited with teaching humans how to take care of themselves through agriculture and hunting.

8. Tano

Tano is the God of War and Strife and is one of the most important gods in the Ashanti mythology of Ghana. He is also a river god and is represented by the Tano River which is located in Ghana. He is known as a nature god and a war god.

Unlike most war deities in mythology, Tano does not get along with death and is his rival.

9. Oshun

Among the Yoruba people of southwestern Nigeria and Benin, Oshun is the goddess (orisha) of water, purity, fertility, love, and sensuality. Oshun’s energy can heal and create life, but she can also take it away if she feels that we are ungrateful for what she has given. She represents everything lush, fertile, and juicy in our world.

Followers of the goddess call on Oshun for help with fertility and to cure ailments when modern medicine doesn’t work.

10. Horus

No list of African Gods would be complete without an Egyptian god. Horus is the god of the sky and kingship. He is one of the earliest and most significant Egyptian mythological figures.

He is often depicted as a falcon-headed man wearing a double crown. Horus serves as the provider and protector of the Egyptian people, especially the royalty of Egypt. He is the avenger of the wrongs and the defender of order.

To learn more about African mythology click here.

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reasoningdaily · 2 months

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50+ African goddess names and meanings - Tuko.co.ke

Most communities from around the world believed in various goddesses as their keeper and fate determiners. Most of the goddesses from the early years continue to inspire generations for their irreplaceable roles. Notably, there were deities in charge of every sect of life, contrary to the current monotheism system of belief.

Who are the African goddesses? Ancient African thrived under a robust faith system before westernization, among the most deity-centred parts of life, including love, beauty, fire, rain, and harvest. Goddesses were incredibly respectable, with each bearing a specific name depending on the primary roles. Here are the African mythology goddesses, their names, and meanings.

African goddess of love and beauty

Who is the African goddess of love? Oshun is the African goddess of love and sweet waters. She is a specific deity among the Yoruba people of Nigeria. Oshun is by far the most famous African goddess of beauty.

Creator, sun, moon, stars, or nature female deities

Gleti - She is the moon goddess revered by all in the Dahomey kingdom, particularly the Fon people, Benin. She is the mother of all-stars.

Nana Buluku - The goddess is a supreme creator and mother to the sun spirit Lisa, moon spirit Mawu, and the entire universe, in Dahomey mythology, West Africa. She is also called Nana Buku or Nana Buruku.

Aberewa - Goddess of earth among the Ashanti in Ghana

Aja - Goddess of the forest among the Yoruba

Mawu-Lisa - Creator goddess, Fon people of Benin

Amma - Creator goddess in Burkina Faso and Mali, Dogon people

Asaase - Afua the earth goddess in Ghana among the Ashanti

Faro - Creator goddess in Mali, Bambara people

Kitaka - Earth goddess in Uganda, Baganda people

Nkwa - Creator goddess in Gabon, Fang people

Woyengi - Creator goddess among the Ijo in Nigeria

African goddess of fire

Who is the African god of fire? Africans believed that different goddesses had authorities over the fire.

Oya- Wears a lot of red, is the Yoruba warrior-goddess of fire. She is also the goddess of the Niger river, magic, wind, fertility, and other chaotic, electrifying phenomena.

Morimi- Goddess of fire among the Yoruba

African goddess of fertility and harvest

Asase Ya - She is also famous as Asaase Afua, Asaase Yaa, or Asase Yaa among the Bono people of the Akan ethnic group in Ghana and Guinea Coast. She is the goddess of fertility on the earth, bearing other divine titles such as Aberewaa or Mother Earth. She is second to Nyame (the Creator) in power and reverence.

Mboya - Fertility and motherhood deity in Congo

Mbaba Mwana Waresa - Fertility goddess in South Africa among the Zulu

Ala (odinani) - The Igbo people esteem Ala being the goddess of morality, creativity, fertility, and the earth as a whole. She is the most important deity in the Igbo mythology.

Ahia Njoku - She is a famous goddess among the Igbo people of southeastern Nigeria. The community believes she is responsible for yam, a special treat among the locals.

Abuk - deity of women and gardens in Sudan

Mwambwa - Goddess of desire and lust in Namibia

Inkosazana - Goddess of agriculture in South Africa, Zulu people

African rain, river, sea, and water goddesses

Mami Wata - The goddess is a well-known water spirit displaying male characters at times. Residents of West, Central Africa, and Southern Africa uphold her goddess powers as supreme.

Oba - Obba was the first wife of Shango, the third king of the Oyo Empire and the Yoruba Undergod of thunder and lightning. This African name refers to the river goddess in African mythology. She is the breath of divinity when it comes to the gods of rivers.

Bunzi - Kongo mythology believes in Bunzi as the goddess of the rain. She is the daughter of her great mother, Mboze. She is a coloured serpent well pleased with those who bring their plentiful harvest in her worship

Abena - River goddess associated with wealth symbols of brass and gold

Mamlambo - Goddess of rivers among the Zulu of South Africa

Obba - Goddess of Obba River in Nigeria

Yemaja - Goddess of Ogun River, Nigeria

Olokun - The African goddess of the sea in Nigeria

Yemaya - Goddess of the living ocean

Modjaji - Goddess of rain among the Balodedu people of South Africa

Majaji - Goddess of rain in South Africa, Lovedu people

Mbaba Mwana Waresa - Goddess of the rainbow, South Africa, Zulu people

Egyptian goddess names

Isis - She is the commonest of all Egyptian goddess names, a respectable deity of the Egyptian pantheon. Isis is the African goddess of wisdom known for her cleverness that exceeds that of a million gods. The image of the goddess Isis suckling her son Horus was a powerful symbol of rebirth that was carried into the Ptolemaic period and later transferred to Rome.

Sekhmet- Fire-breather goddess among the Egyptians

Amunet – goddess of healing and wisdom

Ma'at – goddess who personified truth, justice, and order

Anat - goddess of fertility, war, love, and sexuality

Tefnut – goddess of moisture

Anta -mother goddess

Anqet - goddess of fertility and the Nile River cataract

Anuke – earliest goddess of war

Arensnuphis – sacred companion goddess to Isis

Pakhet - A hunting goddess taking the form of a lioness

Nebethetepet- Her name means "Lady of the Offerings" or "Satisfied Lady"

Tawaret- She is a hippopotamus with the breasts and belly of a pregnant woman, the paws of a lion, and a crocodile tail hanging behind her head. Often she holds a protection sign beneath her paws, but in this case it is absent.

Hathor- associated with afterlife, music and dance, and sexuality and motherhood

Nepit - Goddess of grain

Ethiopian goddess names

Most names of contemporary Ethiopian deities come from the Quran and the Bible. However, ancient inhabitants worshipped:

Aso: goddess of justice - She is coincidentally queen of the Ethiopian people.

Atete: goddess of fertility - Christian cult of the Virgin Mary among the Oromo People

More African goddess names and their meanings

Gbadu -Goddess of fate in Benin, Fon people

Age-Fon - Goddess of hunters, Benin, Dahomey Empire

Achimi - Buffalo goddess, Algeria

Ancient deities share unique names based on their supernatural powers and influence in subject communities. Learning about African goddess names and meanings is useful for child naming. Furthermore, knowing these names helps in explaining ancient

#50+ African goddess names and meanings #ATR

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saverspender · 3 years

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DIY Upcycling Jewellery Projects - Part Fifteen

DIY Upcycling Jewellery Projects – Part Fifteen

Upcycling Project Overview As a way to create my own jewellery because I admire so many bold pieces from the likes of artists like Adina Mills, I started creating my own items. I use old necklaces, rings and bangles I no longer wear or want, and change them into something new. All of my items have names of strong women, historical, fictional or otherwise, and this is just a fun hobby for me,…

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#DIY Projects #Do It Yourself Projects #Eco-friendly #Environment #Fashion Hack #Jewellery #Jewelry #Necklaces #Recycling #Rings #Style Hack #The Haliya Necklace #The Inkosazana Necklace #The Mayari Necklace #The Oshun Necklace #The Theia Necklace #The Upcycling Projects

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mademetal-a-blog · 6 years

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@inkosazanas

her eyes were stuck on the woman. the shield was vaguely aware that it could seem rude but really, she was just really curious. everything in wakanda made her fascinated. well, it also made her head ache. all of that vibranium was so much more than she ever felt before. ❛ were you the one to make steve’s new shields? ❜

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songficsbyrissi · 5 years

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Same Girl (T’Challa x Black Reader x Erik Killmonger? 😧)

Warnings: Swearing (of course), sexual content, slight fuckery, Reader is on some bullshit

“We messing with the same girl, the same girl She's the apple of my eye and my potential wife The same girl, the same girl Man, I just can't believe that we been messing around With the same damn girl.” - R. Kelly and Usher A/N: ok I don’t know what possessed me to write this but I wrote it 🤣 I know y’all heard the legendary song that is Same Girl which I know word by word by heart. Fun fact: I used to sing it all the time in my senior English class with my high school friend to annoy my teacher. Anyways, Reader is gonna be a fuckgirl in this oneshot so let’s get our ain’t shitness onnnnn.

*************

“Ahh my beautiful Y/N, I wish I could be in Oakland with you.” T’Challa sighed looking at you amorously through the screen of your rose gold iPhone. “But duty calls, love.” “And I completely understand. I’ll be counting down the minutes you come back to me, honey.” You replied as you lathered your body up with cocoa butter. You were fresh out of the shower when one of your boo’s T’Challa called you for your night calls. He was so sweet and loved to call you every night to hear your voice last. “I know you will. Good night, inkosazana.” You giggled at his pet name. “I think I’m catching onto your language. That means princess, right?” A bright smile came across his face. “Yes it does because that’s what you are. A princess.” You cooed holding your chest. “Aww you are such a sweetheart! Good night, handsome.” You blew kisses at the phone and hung up. You looked up to your door entrance to see your friend/roommate Isabel shaking her head at you. “Tsk tsk tsk.” She clicked her tongue in disapproval which caused you to groan and roll your eyes. “Bitch, what?” Isabel stepped inside your bedroom with her hands on her hips. “How are you going to be playing that man like that?” You waved her off and continued getting dressed. “Girl, I’m just having fun. No strings attached. Besides, we never said we were in a relationship so if I mess with other dudes, it’s not wrong.” Why should you feel bad? Niggas do it all the time. They always have multiple girls in their phone that they’re talking to whether they’re in a committed relationship or not. No one even bats an eye or condemn him for his actions. They find a way to blame the girls and call them stupid. When the roles reversed, it’s still your fault? “So you mean to tell me if African boo was to fuck another shorty, you wouldn’t be upset?” When you shook your head, Isabel snorted. “You are full of shit, Y/N. And you know it.” “Girl, why you all up in my pussy? I’m young and having fun. If I wanna mess with more than one guy, I can do that shit because I’m grown. Niggas be fucking with multiple girls all the time and y’all don’t tell them shit. I’m tired of the double standard.” You checked your other phone, a silver iPhone, trying to see if Erik, your other boo thang, hit you up yet. “Oh shut up. If you wanna be a fuckgirl, just own that shit. Don’t pull the double standard card. I know for a fact both of these niggas you’re fucking with have no clue they’re not the only ones. You gave them the impression that you’re their girl. Don’t lie. Shit, that’s why you got two phones.” She raised an eyebrow with a face that was daring you to lie. You put your hands up in defeat. “Ok, ok! But I never explicitly said I was their girl! They just assumed and I ran with it. T’Challa is a sweet, romantic gentleman but Erik is a hood nigga that treats me right and down to do some hood rat things. They’re everything I want a man but in 2 separate men. Why not date both?” Isabel shook her head for the hundredth time. “Your logic is fucked up but makes sense. Anyway, this shit is gonna blow up in your face. Everything that happens in the dark comes to the light.” “Girl please. I’m too good at this. I’ve got both of these niggas wrapped around my finger. The only way is up.” You smiled slyly as your phone lit up with a text from Erik. You ran quickly past her and went straight for the door, flinging it open. There stood Erik, in all his fineness. He’s wearing a white t-shirt, grey sweats and Nike slides, just like you instructed him to. “Hey Erik.” You leaned against the door frame biting your lip. “Hey ma. I missed your sexy ass.” He said stepping inside and kissing your lips. “Show me how much you missed me.” You whispered seductively causing Erik to throw you over his shoulder and march to your bedroom. You smirked knowing you were truly living your best life. **************************** T’Challa sat in his office attempting to get his work done but thoughts of you clouded his mind. Your smooth skin, beautiful face, beautiful hair, and lovely smile. Everything about you had him wanting more and more of you. He wanted to call you but it was the morning. He knew you liked to sleep in so he didn’t bother calling. T’Challa wanted to tell somebody about you but he would face too much judgement being a king and falling for an American woman. Suddenly, he knew who wouldn’t judge him. His cousin N’Jadaka who also went by Erik. “Ughhhh T, the resource centers are straight. I already told you this. When you gonna trust a nigga?” Erik groaned when he answered the phone. “Ahh N’Jadaka, I’m not calling about that.” T’Challa stated still in his trance. Erik raised an eyebrow as he started his black 2018 Audi. “You’re not? Then why you calling me?” “Because I have deep feelings for this woman I met in America. I had to tell you this. She is so wonderful, umzala.” Erik snickered as he drove away from your apartment building. “Ahhh shit. It’s about time. I was beginning to think your ass was gay.” T’Challa ignored his last comment. “Yes it is about time. I believe she is the one for me.” Erik snorted. “Shit I guess we really are cousins then because I’m feeling a shorty too. Tell me about your girl then, nigga. I feel like she’s white. If you ain’t gay, you seem like the type to like colonizer coochie.” “She is not a colonizer, N’Jadaka.” T’Challa pinched the bridge of his nose out of annoyance. He was beginning to regret calling him. “She is a beautiful black woman.” “Oh shit! She’s black?! And American?! Nigga, tell me more.” Erik pulled into the driveway of his home. He was even more intrigued, dying to know what black woman that wasn’t Nakia gave his “soft ass cousin” the time of day. “Yes, cousin. She is so beautiful. Her hair, her smile is just perfect. She dresses well and has a captivating body. She is funny and smart. A complete vixen. I met her in Oakland.” “Oakland? I might know her. What’s her name, cousin?” Erik turned off the ignition. “Ahh her name is so beautiful. Her name is Y/N.” Erik dropped his phone at the sound of your name. He began to sweat at his brow then laughed it off. He must be talking about another girl by that name but curiosity got the best of him and he had to ask. “Um, cousin? Do she live in a nice little condo and have a roommate named Isabel?” Erik laughed nervously and T’Challa’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Yes she does.” Erik shook his head in denial as he exited the car and entered his house. No, he couldn’t be talking about you. But how many bitches in Oakland are named Y/N with a roommate named Isabel? “That’s funny. My girl is named Y/N and has a roommate named Isabel too. That’s crazy.” Erik chuckled some more and sighed. “So what kind of car does she drive?” T’Challa sat up in his chair trying to understand what Erik was getting at. “A red Toyota. She told me it was a gift from her father.” “And she loves In and Out?” “......yes.” “FUCK!” Erik dropped his phone and paced his halls up and down. “THIS IS SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT! HOW THE HELL! YO! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!” T’Challa heard his cousin continue to yell curse words away from the phone. “N’Jadaka?” He called for him. “Are you saying you know her?” Erik picked up the phone in a haste. “Yes nigga I know her! I really knew her last night!” Erik sighed punching a wall. “We messing with the same fucking girl, T!” T’Challa shook his head as if his cousin could see him. “No. Impossible! This can not be!” Erik pulled the phone away from his ear and found a sexy picture of you that you sent to him. He sent it to the other man and waited. “Check your phone, T’Stupid.” T’Challa looked at the picture and dropped his phone just like Erik did earlier. “SHIT!” He shouted away from the phone angrily and continue to curse in Xhosa. He paced his office still cursing then picked up his phone. “We are involved with the same woman, N’Jadaka!” “Yeah. No shit. That’s what I said.” Erik sighed rubbing his face then slammed his fist on the table. “We gotta catch this trick!” T’Challa was confused. “Why should we play a trick on her? We must confront her in her indiscretions.” Erik sucked his teeth not knowing who he was more frustrated with. T’Challa for not knowing his slang by now or himself for assuming he did. “Man, just bring your ass to Oakland ASAP.” Erik hung up groaning and shook his head. “This nigga. Out of all the niggas Y/N could’ve played me with, she chose this nigga. That’s that shit.” Once T’Challa had his affairs in order, he hopped on an “emergency” flight to Oakland. Erik picked him up from the airport and they had a little staredown when T’Challa got in the car. Erik snorted shaking his head and putting his car in drove T’Challa squinted his eyes. “What, N’Jadaka?” “Out of all the niggas in this world, I was sharing pussy with your ass. This is some bullshit. Did you even ask her if she had a man?” “She said no. Did you?” Erik groaned gripping the steering wheel. “Yes and her ass said no. She told me she wanted my ass once she first saw me.” T’Challa hit his forehead. “She told me the same thing! What should we do?” Erik pulled out his phone smirking with a plan on his mind. He asked Siri to call your phone and you picked up with no idea you’ve been caught up. “Hi papi!” You cooed on the other line and T’Challa made a face of disgust, wanting to say something but Erik gestured him to shut up. “Yo what’s going on, ma? This is last minute but I wanna take your fine ass out to eat tonight. I hope you ain’t got nothing planned.” T’Challa was confused as to why Erik was making plans to go to dinner with your deceitful ass. Was he not ready to wring your neck five minutes ago? “I always got time for you, baby. Let’s meet at TGI Friday’s at 8.” You replied ‘This lying hoe.’ Erik thought but instead said, “Aight bet. See you at 8.” Once Erik hung up, T’Challa shot him a confused and frustrated look as Erik kept a smirk on his face. “Why are you making dinner plans with the woman who has been playing games with the both of us?” Erik glances at him chuckling. “Don’t worry, cousin. I got a plan.” In another part of Oakland, your dumbass was getting for this date you had with your boo with no clue that you done showed your ass and all the shit you’ve been doing is going to blow up in your face. But we’ll let you rock for now. Anyway, you get dressed in your grey ripped skinny jeans and white crop top. You purposely put on a crop top to show off your belly button piercing that Erik loves so much. You put on strapped sandals to show off your fresh white painted toes, which was every nigga’s weakness. Once your makeup was done, you admired yourself in the mirror. Shit, you might be able to get a third nigga looking this fine. You picked your braid out, fluffed it, and made your way out the door. “Don’t wait up for me, sis!” You smirked to Isabel who laid on the leather sofa watching Empire. “I’m most likely getting dick for the second night in a row.” Isabel shook her head with her eyes still on the TV. “You do you. Just know God don’t like ugly, sis.” “With that logic, God don’t like you, bitch!” You cackled exiting your condo and walking towards your car. You hopped into your Toyota and drove to the restaurant. Once you parked, you went inside and found Erik waiting in a booth facing you. You smiled strutting over to him and sliding in the opposite side of the booth. “Hey boo.” You leaned over to peck his lips and sat back down. “You gonna feed me good?” “Oh Imma be feeding you good, alright.” He bit his bottom lip seductively and you grinned getting turned on. “But first, let me introduce to my cousin real quick.” You sighed because you thought this was a casual one on one date but this nigga got you meeting his family now? Whatever. You’ll entertain it. It couldn’t hurt meeting his cousin, right? You looked up and your face turned stone cold as your heart picked up its pace. There was your boo, T’Challa, taking a seat right next to Erik, your other boo, in the crimson booth. They both looked at you with devious smirks on their faces and you gulped nervously. How the fuck did you not know the two niggas you were messing with were cousins? You are so fucked. “Nice to see you, Y/N.” T’Challa spoke slowly with a face that basically said “you’ve been caught, bitch.” “Um....” You were speechless as fuck. You’re pretty sure you had “dumb bitch” written on your forehead. You were beyond embarrassed and wished the ground would swallow you up. You were a good person, you didn’t deserve this.............okay, maybe you did. You did mess with two guys at once. “You see, Y/N. I’ve noticed that my cousin and I have a lot in common. We both speak Xhosa fluently, we are both right-handed-“ “We both ate your ass!” Erik snapped cutting T’Challa off. You scanned your surroundings praying nobody heard his loud ass. A couple of people looked at you guys and you hid your face in shame. Aww shit. T’Challa stared at Erik with a stunned expression. “I....I never ate her ass, N’Jadaka.” You peeked up to see Erik’s eyes widen and his mouth form an O as he pointed at you accusingly. “You......made me eat your ass?! And this nigga didn’t do it?!” Erik pointed his thumb at T’Challa. “Um, well, see, you, um, I, You-“ Erik mimicked you as he stared at you in annoyance. “Now you can’t speak English?! I don’t even be eating ass but I ate yours! Because I thought I loved you, girl!” “Ain’t nobody force you to do it!” You found your voice. As Erik continued being melodramatic to himself, T’Challa discreetly pushed Erik’s drink away from his and cleared his throat. “The point is, you have been playing the both of us which is unfair and hurtful, Y/N. I really had feelings for you. I thought I loved you as well. Do you care to explain yourself and apologize for hurting us when all we did was treat you so well?” T’Challa’s words made you realize you were a complete piece of shit. Both of them did treat you like a queen and what you did was fucked up. Your mama raised you better than this. You stared at both of them sadly and felt a huge weight on your heart. These two wonderful men that you had the nerve to play with like that. They deserve apologies. You opened your mouth. “Well, T’Challa, you see-“ You didn’t finish grabbing your purse and running out the booth. You were RUNNING RUNNING. You were deadass bolting to your car and got in quickly starting the ignition and driving off. You called Isabel on your phone and she picked on the second ring. “Yo.” “Bitch, they are fucking cousins! Cousins! T’Challa and Erik! They are fucking cousins and fucking found out I was messing with both of them! Bitch, both of them showed up to the restaurant!” You shouted even though you were completely out of breath. “Bitch, I got all the way caught up! Shit!” Isabel was laughing her ass off on the other line. You knew she was holding your stomach and tears were probably coming out. You sucked your teeth hard. “I TOLD YOU GOD DON’T LIKE UGLY! I WARNED YOUR ASS BUT FUCK ISABEL, RIGHT? YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO CLOWNERY? THE CLOWN COMES BACK TO BITE, YOU STUPID HOE!” She continued to cackle and you rolled your eyes trying to calm yourself so you don’t kill your roommate once you make it back in the condo. “I’m glad you entertained by this shit.” You replied sarcastically as you pulled up to a red light. Isabel continued to giggle and finally calmed down. “I don’t feel sorry for your dumbass. Now what did we learn?” She sung the last part. “I learned that......I gotta start asking these niggas about their families and shit. Now I know, the next time I’m fucking with two niggas at the same time, let me make sure they don’t know each other at all.” Isabel sighed deeply. “Y/N, I love you but you are dumb as hell.”

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Lmao Y/N was out of there like:

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T’Challa was finishing up his shower when his Kimoyo beads started to light up, signaling that she was in need of something.

The young king quickly finished dressing and walked out of the large bathroom to find his girlfriend fast asleep, her body sprawled out on the bed. She was completely oblivious to the fact that her own bracelet was flashing away.

He cracked a small smile. She was exhausted.

He stealthy made his way out of the room and across the hall, entering the spacious nursery that was adorned with all types of lavish decor.

Sure enough, she was wide awake, those big brown eyes of her searching the room, widening when they landed on him.

“Sam Isipho,” the young father started out with a large grin on his handsome face. “What are you doing up?”

The princess responded by continuing to babble, lifting her arm and wagging it around.

T’Challa chuckled and leaned over the crib, gently cradling the heir to the throne in his strong arms. “Hello to you too, inkosazana wam omncinane.” (my little princess)

Bunme stared up at her father, eyeing him as though he was the best thing that she’d ever rested her eyes on. Her eyes, those big, brown, addictive orbs reminded him so much of her mother. Yet, they also reminded him of himself. Everything about her at her tender age reminded him of Nala. She was so tiny, weighing exactly five lbs when she was born, so fragile, yet her smile was so contagious, always eliciting a grin from anyone who was important or close enough to even be in her presence.

It was almost foreign and inhuman, the intensity of his love for his daughter. From the moment that he held her, he was captivated. In her, he saw unadulterated innocence and from there the stringent desire to always protect her. The world could burn to ashes and yet he’d never let a flame touch her.

Or Nala.

“Are you hungry?” He found himself asking as he walked over to place her in his crib so that he could fix her a bottle. However, as soon as he started to move to put her down, her smile dropped and the whining commenced. “You are spoiled, you know that?” Yet, T’Challa found himself bringing her back, her smile reappearing from her victory.

It was true. He could not deny that he’d already spoiled his firstborn. Whenever Bunme started to make sounds that even alluded to the onset of crying, he was at her side, lifting her into his arms, rocking her until she started to talk a hole in his head.

At one only month, he’d already had the designers constructing her room for when she transitioned from a crib to a regular bed.

He had her playroom finished before Nala even entered the third trimester.

“And just who do you think is to blame for that?” T’Challa looked over to see the love of his life leaning against the door. “What with you coddling her every second of the day.”

T’Challa chuckled and allowed Bunme to play with his index finger. At only a month, her motor skills and overall development was off the chart. It was still to be determined if she’d inherited her mother’s powers, but he had an inkling that he’d certainly passed down some of his abilities.

Just the thought put a large smile on his face.

“I make no apologies, sthandwa sam.” T’Challa watched her walk over, the sway of her hips momentarily distracting the young ruler. Obviously, she’d yet to shed the weight from carrying their child, but he had no complaints. The additional pounds only further added to his already insatiable desire to slide between her thick legs whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Nala rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t.” Bunme’s eyes easily darted over to Nala, the baby smiling broadly and resuming her babbling, greeting her mother. “Why would you?” Reluctantly, T’Challa allowed her to take Bunme from his, the absence of her small, warm body against him immediately noticeable. “She already has you wrapped around her tiny fingers.”

“She is my first child.” T’Challa brushed aside her comments. “What do you expect of me?”

“She is your only child, T’Challa.” Nala suddenly narrowed her eyes. “That I know of, at least.”

T’Challa chuckled and led his family over to the rocking chair, sitting down before pulling his twointo his lap. “She is. For now.”

Nala rolled her eyes as Bunme continued to talk away, her eyes searching for T’Challa as his voice filled her mini ears. “Barely past a month, and here you are discussing more children.”

T’Challa pushed her faux locs to the side and placed a chaste kiss against the back of her neck. “And the problem with that is?”

“You were not the one who was wobbling around and unable to see her feet for nine months.”

“Technically, you only started to really….expand-”

“Expand?” Nala couldn’t help her smile as the infant continued to talk. “And this is why I studied an area revolving around children and you-”

“Now have a child,” he interrupted, his arms going around her as she reclined into his chest. “A beautiful baby girl.” He murmured, his hand moving to lightly caress a sighing Bunme’s head. “Because of you.”

Nala grew quiet as she briefly recollected over the past almost two years. If anyone told her that she’d be the mother of a superhero/king’s child, living with him after being disowned by her own parents…...she’d call them insane.

T’Challa was a thorn in her side from the moment she laid eyes on the arrogant SOB. But then, they’d been forced together, required to interact for longer periods of time. And she started to see him, not the playboy persona that he played into a little too well. She began to know and understand the man behind all of the titles, and she liked it.

She liked him.

That “like” leading into a sexual relationship which quickly complicated matters as she realized that her feelings were becoming more than just profound interest. Even though it took her some time to realize it, she found herself falling for the man and him, her.

Then that fateful day when she urinated on a stick and discovered a plus sign, the test confirmed as she made a doctor’s appointment and walked out with a prescription for prenatal vitamins.

She’d been terrified, frightened to her core, locking herself in her apartment for almost an entire weekend as she debated on what to do.

She knew that at 22, almost 23, she was still rather young to be a mother, but she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to terminate the pregnancy. It was certainly her body, her choice, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she at least owed it to him to inform him that she was carrying his baby.

However, she felt obligated to first tell her parents, the young woman surprised, yet not, when they coldly informed her that she was no longer their daughter and forbidden from ever returning to Niganda.

Her heart was shattered from such a reaction. Yet, she wasn’t taken completely off guard.

After all, her parents were never the ‘loving’ type.

Next, she was forced to tell T’Challa.

It was difficult to open up, but she’d done it, crying into his comforting arms about how sorry she was, about how she never intended for it happen, how she didn’t know what to do.

Nala wasn’t expecting a specific reaction, not really, but she was certainly taken by surprise when he gingerly cupped her face.

“Be honest with me,” his voice was so soft, so gentle, so warm. “Do you want this baby?” Four years her senior, she was always amazed by the maturity he could display at times.

She still remembered how easily her answer came out, without barely any thought, she responded from her heart. “I do.”

He didn’t even try to hide his relief at her answer but quickly moved his fingers to wipe at her tears. “Then I promise you, on my father’s grave, I will be with you every step of the way. You nor our child will ever feel alone nor be it because I will take care of you, the both of you.”

Though she’d never admitted it to him, that moment, when he poured out his heart and pledged his dedication to her was the moment that she realized she was in love with the then Prince of Wakanda.

And he’d kept to his promise.

He and she both finished up their time at Oxford before he brought her to his home, Nala being the “first” outsider to learn the truth of what she and everyone else thought to be a place of destitution.

T’Challa had been thrilled to not only introduce her to his country but his family. Nala immediately being received with open arms from almost everyone except his mother. Queen Mother greeted her with a certain aloofness that T’Challa quickly handled by informing her that she was carrying his heir and would be treated with the respect that was required of such a woman. Not to mention, she was still, technically, a princess.

He also suggested that if his mother could not accept Nala and unborn child, then she was more than welcome to relocate to another of their dwellings outside of the palace because he was not going to tolerate unnecessary negativity plaguing Nala’s pregnancy.

And he meant it.

Nala could not recall one incident where he wasn’t either catering to her every need or having one of their servants ensure that she was as comfortable as possible.

He was always feeling her belly, having full on conversations with their unborn child even when Nala would glare as Bunme kicked her for hours on end just to hear his voice. If her back hurt, he would massage it. Same with her feet. Morning sickness was made slightly more bearable as he was almost always there to hold her hair and rub her back. When her body ached, he’d run lavish baths for her. When she was hit with a mood swing (which happened on more than one occasion), he’d calmly dish out whatever she threw his way, even offering to take her somewhere to get her mind off whatever was bothering her.

T’Challa’s dedication to her extended to their daughter, Bunme Udaku, as soon as she left her mother’s womb.

Nala could still recall the undeniable glow of pride, love, and adoration upon the king’s face as he held his little girl for the first time.

Tears were shed by all parties present, including the parents.

“Great Bast, she’s so tiny!” Shuri had aww’d over the newborn.

“Oh, T’Challa, she is divine.” Hawla sniffled as she held onto her husband’s arm.

“Yes. Glory to Hanuman, it seems as though she’s taken after her mother.” A chuckling M’Baku commented before being harshly scolded by his wife.

“I guess she is kinda cute,” Erik shrugged, his arm wrapped around Nakia. “Even if she just made it that much harder for me to take the throne.”

“Son, you were never going to see that throne.” N’Jobu chuckled, a wide smile on his handsome face.

“He speaks truth,” Nakia had giggled as Erik lightly slapped her butt.

“It is truly a blessing and an honor to have another addition added to the royal family,” Okoye provided, a small and graceful upon the fierce warrior’s face.

Yes. Nala may have lost her parents and even her country, but she’d certainly been compensated, earning a family.

“Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you?” She asked softly and saw that Bunme’s eyes were starting to flutter as she attempted to fight her sleepiness. She noticed that her precious baby girl was either extremely nosy or simply already deeply attached to her parents as she always wanted to be up and awake whenever they were in her presence.

“You have given me my first child, our child.” He replied quietly. “Nothing I do could ever add up to that, my love.”

Nala blinked away her tears and looked over her shoulder, smiling warmly. “You really want that second child, eh?”

He chuckled and frowned in disappointment as she got up to place a now sleeping Bunme back in her crib.

“We will certainly produce another heir,” he exclaimed with the boldness befit for a king, standing behind Nala as she put their daughter back in her bed. “But not until we are married, and you are officially my queen.”

Nala unsuccessfully attempted to hide her smile. T’Challa was always expressing his intentions to marry her, making statements as though it were already set in stone.

And while she was certainly not going to decline him should he ask her such a thing, it was always entertaining to play with him.

She turned around, her back against the crib. “Oh?” Her hands reached out to rest on his bare chest. “And what makes you so sure that I will accept?”

He smiled and brought his hands to her hips, pulling her into him. “Because you are home, in you lies my heart, and with her,” he nodded his head over to Bunme. “-my soul.”

Nala dropped her head and smiled through the tears clouding her vision. The man was just too perfect at times. She truly was in absolute love with him.

“You know….” her fingers trailed down his chest. “Just because we cannot actually produce an heir right now….does not mean we can’t try.” She looked up over her eyelashes to see him battling with hesitation.

“She just went to sleep-”

“-which gives us at least two hours.” She finished with a smirk.

T’Challa smashed his lips on hers, quickly lifting her up bridal style.

“I suppose a quickie will suffice.” He smirked, and she moaned as he led them out of the room and into their chambers.

Nala had no complaints and could not imagine her life any other way than what it was.

She was truly home.

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A/N: There you go! A lot of people always comment about how T’Challa would have been/reacted/felt had Nala just told him she was pregnant from the jump.

So, I figured that I’d treat you guys to this little AU scenario. I hope you like it, and I’d be willing to do a part 2 with Bun Bun as a toddler, if anyone is interested! :D

Again, this is just my small way of thanking you all for always being so supportive of me and my works. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Take aBreak Ch.15

Summary: T’Challa is in love with Reader, but is married to Nakia. Both of the women he loves try to convince him to take a break.

Warnings: fighting, mentions of miscarriage, toxemia, hurt, angst, and mentions of death.

A/N: y’all, were getting to the hard part. Just a few chapters left. I hope you guys don’t hate me for some of the stuff that’s about to go down.

The clock chimed 3 o’clock and your heart shattered. Okoye, Ramonda, and Shuri looked on in pity as you wiped a stray tear from your eyes. “I’ll kill him with my bare hands!” Shuri declared as she gripped your hands.

“inkosazana! [princess]” Okoye chastised. “What. I do not care who he is. Look at her,” the teen exclaimed as she pointed at your state of distress. “He is your blood,” she pushed. “He is still acting like an esile! [ass]” she huffed. “Shuri!” Queen Mother warned.

“How are YOU my dear?” The motherly woman turned to you. “Wondering which vacation home is best for me.” You answered truthfully as various properties flashed through your mind. “Any of them are at your disposal. I will also see that Okoye will be given leave to travel with you, for as long as you need.” She assured. Okoye nodded her agreement and thanks from her spot in the room.

“Shall we begin?” Dr. Mayre startled the party as she peeped into the room. “Yes, we are done waiting.” You spoke for everyone in the room. “Very well then. I just got your lab results back and I want to run some additional tests to get some other boxes checked off.” She began as she scrubbed her hand over the small sink.

“Is everything all right?” Ramonda asked as the doctor floated over in her seat. “Well yes as far as we can tell. But her urine samples showed high levels of protein and your blood pressure rose a little Ms.—.” The doctor explained. “These are some common signs of pre- eclampsia.”

“Toxemia?” Your breath hitched in your throat. “Yes, I am afraid. I just want to ask you some questions to better gauge your situation. Have you had any headaches or rapid weight gain?”

“Not any severe migraines, but have been gaining weight. How “rapid is rapid’?” You asked. “10 pounds over the course of a few days.” She clarified. “Yes, I just assumed that was normal.” You confessed.

“Gaining weight within itself is, but spread out over the course of two weeks or so.” Dr. Mayre clarified. “A decrease in how often you urinate? Any swelling besides your ankles and feet?”

“My hands were swelling last night but some ice seemed to remedy the situation,” you explained. “As far as the urination, yes. It has decreased. But I was just grateful, I assumed my son had finally decided to choose somewhere other than my bladder to sit.” You joked.

“That could very well be the case, but we don’t want to take any chances.” Dr. Mayre explained as she began to type test orders into her kimoyo beads. “What exactly is this toxemia?” Okoye inquired.

“It is a condition that precedes eclampsia. It prevents the placenta from receiving blood and can lead to birth complications, premature birth, and lifelong disabilities if not monitored. It can also be very deadly for the mother. I want you to stay off of your feet as much as possible. And no stress or work. At least until I can confirm that you either have or do not have toxemia,” Dr. mayre explained as she prepared her blood pressure cuff.

A heavy silence seeped into the room. Dr.mayre began gently inflating the cuff. “If I have toxemia, what are my options?” You asked as Dr. Mayre handed you a urine sample. “Fill this up for me and we can talk when you get back.” The woman smiled gesturing towards the bathroom.

You nodded, Shuri held the back of your gown shut as you padded over to the restroom. Once the door shut, Dr. Mayre addressed the rest of the room. “I did not want to scare her, but this is very critical. If the test confirm what I believe she has a very high risk of pregnancy complications due to preeclampsia.”

“How severe are we talking?” Ramonda questions. Dr.Mayre checked to ensure that you were in the bathroom once more before replying. “She could easily miscarry severe. If anything at all is stressing her, then we need to do our best to remove it from her life. As soon as possible. I’m also concerned about the lack of the father appearing at appointments. Especially this one, I would liked to have spoken to him as well.” Dr. Mayre frowned.

“Trust me doctor, we are all concerned about the father’s absence. If you could give me your after hour contact info, I could have the king call you at a later ti,” everyone jumped as a crash screeched through the room. Shuri was the first one up and running to the bathroom. She pulled open the door to find you slumped against the ground. The urine sample spilled on the lap your gown.

“Get her to the infirmary now!” Ayo barked to the doras stationed outside the door. “Tell them she is on immediate bed rest and I’ll send over her dietary restrictions shortly. Make sure they give her plenty of fluids and cleanse her system.” Dr.Mayre scrambled over to help the Dora pull you off of the floor. She repeated the instructions to Ramonda and Shuri once more before the party left the room.

Hours ticked by slowly as the border tribe and kings guard amped up their search for King T’Challa. The sun sank lower with each passing second, even as your condition stabled. “Where is he?” Shuri fumed as she sent her drones out to search every inch of the landscape. “Princess calm down.” Okoye soothed as she searched the map again. “His beads are still off?” The woman questioned.

“Yes, so are Nakia’s.” Shuri frowned. “Do you believe they are,”Okoye began before a loud laugh boomed through the room. T’Challa and Nakia emerged from the top of the spiral staircase. “This better be good,” Shuri murmured as the couple approached the two women.

Knowing she had been pushed to her emotional limit, Okoye decided to excuse herself early. “Kumkani, Nakia,” she pounded her staff twice before storming out of the room. “What is going-“

T’Challa began,but Shuri held her hand up to his face. “Nakia, please head to infirmary room 221,” Shuri directed. “Is that-“

“Yes, it is. She is waiting for you.” Nakia nodded before jogging out of the room. “What in Bast’s name is going on Shuri,” T’Challa huffed as Shuri sent all of the other scientists away. When the last lab assistant shut the door she turned to her brother. “Where the hell have you been?” She roared, fire rippling through her eyes.

“What do you mean, I always turn off my beads when I want to be alone.” The king justified. “Yes, but usually I can reach you. I couldn’t do that today T’Challa. No one could reach you. And you were not alone, you were with Nakia.” She spat.

“So your problem is with me spending time with my wife?” He spat back. “You know damn well what my problem is T’Challa!” Shuri fired.

“If I did. I would not be asking you right now. How did you know we were,”

“Her beads were shut all the way off as well T’Challa.” Shuri yelled. “Look Shuri we didn’t know anyone would need us this morning.” He tried to explain. “Do you know what today is?” Shuri fires back. Her hand slamming down on her workstation. “Monday?”the king questioned.

“You missed y/n’s appointment T’Challa! You promised her you’d be there and then you weren’t. You know she had them delay the appointment for an HOUR again! Because you promised her you’d be there. She is in love with you and you are treating her like crap!” Shuri yelled at her older brother, her emotions broke through at the end and she was in tears by the last line.

“Shuri...I,” The king began. “I am not the one you need to apologize to. She has toxemia T’Challa. She’s on bed rest, and a strict diet. Any stress or unnecessary movement could cause her to miscarry. Can you even begin to understand how terrifying that can be. She cried when you didn’t show up, and now she’s on bed rest until the baby is delivered. She could die T’Challa! And you weren’t there for her. You were out with your ex!”

T’Challa’s face crumbled as the gravity of the situation settled on him. “She could die?” He croaked. “Where is she?”

“She’s in room 221 obstetric ICU,” Shuri sighed. T’Challa nodded before jogging out of the room down the hall.

•Y/N•

“Entle?” Your spine stiffened as a velvet voice washed into the room. You pulled your body closer into yourself. Fortifying the tears behind your eyes, you waited silently. His sandals softly slapping the ground as he moved closer to you.

T’Challa’s body heat ghosted over your skin as he moved to stand behind you. You continued to stare out of the large window, slightly jumping as his hands touched gently on your shoulders.

“I don’t know what to say-“ The young king began. “Then don’t say anything T’Challa,” you suggested continuing to stare out of the window. “But I want to make it up to you entle. There is no apology I can give that will make any of this better because I messed up. I effed everything up and I don’t know how to fix it.” T’Challa pleased, tears beginning to slip from his his eyes. You allowed him to skip his fingers into yours.

“I’m assuming Shuri filled you in on everything?” Your voice sliced the silence. He nodded, wiping the tears from under his eyes. “I have to have a scheduled c section. I was waiting for you, but we had to make a decision.” You explained, squeezing his hand lightly.

“Ok. Ok,” he breathed through his tears. “ Wha-what day did you chose?” He croaked squeezing your hand for comfort. “I chose your father’s birthday,” you refused to look into his eyes. You heard his voice crack before you felt tears.

“Entle,” he croaked. “Don’t T’Challa.” You put your hand up. “You need to decide who you want T’Challa. I will not keep playing backseat to your life decisions.” You paused, slipping the ring off of your finger. “The doctor says I need to alleviate stress. Unfortunately, you are apart of that stress right now.” A beat. “I’m moving to Gracemeadow, at least for now.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do that. You can stay here. With me. We can try to fix our problems, we can work on building our family, together.” The king placed his hand on your stomach. “They weren’t OUR problems when you were out and about with Nakia instead of here!” You hissed. “Is that where you were today?”

“Y/N,” he began. “No tell me the truth T’Challa, is that we’re you were today?” A beat. His face crumbled. “Ye-Yes.” His Head hung as your heart shattered for the second time that day.

“Get out!” You screamed. “Entle, please!” Tears poured out his eyes. Your resolve chipped as you saw the tears streak across his face. “Kumkani, we have to ask you to leave,there are high amounts of stress being traced on the heart monitor.” A nurse burst through the door, trying to persuade the king to leave.

“Get out!”you yelled. You flung the ring at him. He caught it in his hand. “Y/N,Please. I’m sorry!” He cried. “Come on T’Challa,” Queen Ramonda grabbed her son’s arm. As soon as he walked out of the room, you broke down and cried as Okoye pulled you into her arms.”

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