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ellie-bee242 · 7 years

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My Heart Bleeds For You-Epilogue

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING MY STORY TO THE END, I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!

I set up a survey to get your guys’ feedback on what you wanted to see for the epilogue and it was pretty close (out of 11 votes lol) but I have to go with the majority vote.

THIS CHAPTER IS SET FOUR YEARS AFTER THE EVENTS OF LAST CHAPTER!!

Also this chapter shows the more fluffy marshmallow Mitch Rapp that we see in the trailer before Katrina died. Admit it, he was a total cheese ball.

Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: All Of Me (epilogue)

Song rec: All Of Me by John Legend

Tagged: @iknowisoundcrazy, @confidentrose, @amethystmerm4id, @iloveteenwolf24

Word count: 2,566 words.

Warnings: light swearing (of course), talks of sex/sex acts, overwhelming amounts of cotton candy (my term for that sweet, sweet fluff),

“(Y/N) please don’t do this. I thought you loved me. I thought we were a team.” Mitch said, staring at her as she held the pistol up to him, aimed at his head.

“I guess you were wrong.”

She squeezed the trigger and Mitch flinched as he got sprayed with a blast of water.

“That’s it! You’re going in the pool for that!” He decided and she screamed before dropping the empty water gun and running from the back yard towards the front. “Come back here! You betrayed me and you have to pay for it!” He called.

She got the gate open and raced into the front yard of the house, shouting “NOW NOW NOW!” as she went. Mitch came through the gate and immediately got soaked by the spray of a hose, held by a little dark haired girl who was giggling like a maniac.

“Got you daddy!” She shouted happily as (Y/N) turned off the hose.

“Yeah you sure did, Lilly petal.” He laughed as he wiped water from his eyes. He looked down at his dripping t-shirt and swim trunks and shook his head. “And now I’m gonna return the favor!” He growled in a monster-like voice. Lilly squealed and ran towards (Y/N).

“Mommy is the safe zone!” She declared.

“Mommy is no such thing, you are my sacrifice so he doesn’t come after me!” She laughed, stepping back so Mitch could scoop her up and give her a big bear hug, transferring the water that was on his shirt to hers. She squealed and shoved against his shoulders.

“Daddy! Let me go!” She demanded.

“Not until you give me a kiss!” He grinned and she immediately smacked a loud, exaggerated, kiss to his cheek. He set her down and she ran away to a safe distance.

“You still gotta toss mommy in the pool!” She told him. He grinned and turned to (Y/N). She lifted her hands to ward him off, her wedding band glinting in the afternoon sun.

“You do it and you’re sleeping on the couch for a week!” She warned.

“You were on my team, but you shot me in the face!” He snorted. “If anyone’s getting sofa city, it’s gonna be you sweetheart.” He taunted as he stalked towards her.

“I’m not afraid to drop you in front of your own daughter, Mitch Rapp!” She warned, pointing a motherly finger at him.

“I doubt you’ll have the time, (Y/N) Rapp.” He teased before lunging for her. She screamed as he lifted her princess style in his arms and started carrying her towards the the back yard.

“Mitch, please, please don’t! It’s cold!” She begged.

“What do I get if I listen?” He asked, pausing to talk to her.

“A happy wife?” She offered. He started walking again. “Okay, okay!” She shouted quickly, squirming frantically in his arms. He paused and rose a questioning brow. “A verbal coupon for a blowjob, redeemable whenever.” She whispered to him. He grinned and set her on her feet.

“Sorry kiddo, no tossing mommy in the pool today. She’s not feeling good.” He excused.

“Awwww.” She whined and stamped her foot. When that response didn’t get her anywhere she kicked at the grass grumpily.

“Lillian Katrina Rapp.... No tantrums.” (Y/N) warned, stopping it before it started. “Otherwise daddy’s gonna toss you in.” She added teasingly.

“I hope you’re talking about him tossing her in the dryer, your kid looks soaked.” Elle’s voice piped up from the sidewalk. Mitch hurried over to take the cooler from her hands. “Oh c’mon, it was empty.” She complained.

“Yeah, but you’re already carrying precious cargo.” He gave a pointed look to her stomach. She grinned and rested a hand over the growing bump.

“Okay true. I guess I’ll just laze about while you and Maria do all the heavy lifting.” She joked.

“(Y/N) will help too.” He chuckled.

“She will not.” The blonde huffed.

“Why not?”

“Because someone has to keep me company.” She said like it was obvious as she grabbed her friend’s arm and started walking with her towards the back yard. Mitch watched them walk away with a grin as they started chatting about how Elle was started to feel the baby kick and how it was keeping her up at night.

“Lilly, you wanna help me carry some stuff?” He asked and watched his daughter skip forward to take the small cooler from him to drag it to the back yard.

“I can’t believe she’s already four.” A short brunette said as she came up next to him.

“I know, it’s crazy. By the way, hey Maria.” He greeted offering up an arm for a hug. She looked at his wet clothes and rose an eyebrow. “Right.” He chuckled. She piled things into his arms and then grabbed a couple bags herself.

“This is a lot of food for a five person barbecue.” He quipped.

“I will not sleep on the couch because I did not bring enough food for Elle.” She snorted.

“Okay, point taken.” He agreed. “Is that everything or do we need an actual fork lift?”

“That’s everything.” She closed the trunk and grabbed a few things that were threatening to topple off the top of her own pile. “Now, if you drop anything I’m telling Elle.”

“That’s cold.” He accused.

“I’m not taking the fall for you! I’m the one that has to live with her! You get to send her away.” She laughed.

“Yeah after we all eat. Until then I get to deal with her complaining, ‘I can’t believe you dropped my chips’.” He mimicked.

“You dropped my chips?!” Elle’s voice shouted.

“No! They’re fine!” He promised with a laugh as he carefully opened the gate for Maria. They made it to the back yard without incident and set everything out on the table.

“Who’s cooking?” Maria asked.

“Not you.” Mitch and Elle said in unison.

“Rude.” She laughed.

“Babe, I love you, but the baby and I can’t eat charcoal.” Elle teased. Maria pouted and Elle got up to give her a kiss. “It’s okay. I do the cooking and you give the massages.” She reminded.

“Is this you saying you want a massage?”

“Yep.” She grinned and sat back down.

“Hey, where’d (Y/N) go?” Mitch asked.

“She said she had to go to the bathroom...” Elle frowned.

“I figured that’s where she was, but she would’ve come back out by now.” He frowned. Elle looked at his face and sighed before getting to her feet.

“I’ll cook, Maria will watch Lilly, you go look for your wife.” She smiled.

“Thank you.” He left her to the grill and walked inside. “(Y/N)?” He called once he was inside. “Sweetheart, where are you?” He asked.

“Bathroom.” She called as the faucet started running. He made his way down the hall towards her. He reached the door as it opened and (Y/N) stepped out, wiping a hand across the corner of her mouth.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” She promised, smiling.

“(Y/N).” He said seriously. She rolled her eyes and took his hand.

“Fine, I’ve got a surprise for you. I was going to wait until tonight but since you’re pushing...” She said as she led him towards their bedroom.

“Vix, we’ve got guests over.” He reminded her.

“It’s not sex you pervert.” She laughed and he shrugged, leaning against the doorway while she went to the closet and pulled out a small box. She handed it to him. He opened it and frowned in confusion.

“Why am I holding Lilly’s baby shoes?” He asked as he lifted up the pair of knitted shoes they’d put on their daughter to bring her home from the hospital.

“Because in about seven months we’re going to need them again.” (Y/N) admitted. He stared at her in shock as she placed a hand over her stomach and bit her lips together.

“You promise?” He asked and she grinned.

“I went to my OB/GYN two days ago while you were at the park with Lilly. I’m pregnant.” She assured him.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” He rushed forward and wrapped her up in his arms.

“No spinning or super squeezing!” She warned before he could lift her up.

“Morning sickness?” He guessed and she nodded. “Sweetheart this is amazing.” He couldn’t stop grinning as he kissed her. “Holy shit you’re pregnant.” He breathed and she nodded.

“I’m hoping for a boy this time. To even things out.” She decided.

“I’ll be happy as long as-”

“It’s healthy, I know.” She laughed. “Now let’s go back out and tell Elle and Maria.” She smiled as she took his hand and tugged him out of their room.

“You do realize that if it does end up being a boy, Stan is going to demand we name it after him.” Mitch chuckled as he walked over to the bed that night.

“Uugh, I swear he really did end up being a relative.” (Y/N) snorted. She shifted around and got settled, only for her to be displaced when Mitch plopped down at her side, making the bed bounce in the process.

“We should never have given him an invite to our wedding.” He joked.

“I did not need him crashing it and making a big fuss, all ‘I’m the reason you two are even together’.” She said pretending to be surly.

“Okay, I understand why you agreed to invite him-”

“Because he did have a point.” She said quickly.

“But please do not stick our possible son with a name like Stan.” He laughed as he lifted her shirt over her stomach so he could rest his hand against her skin.

“I’d never.” She promised. “But I was thinking Stanley, as a middle name.” She shrugged. “Possibly.” She added.

“It’s decent.” Mitch agreed. “As long as it’s a middle name.”

“It would be.” She assured him as her hand came to rest over his. They were quiet for a bit.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant again.” He murmured.

“Hey, at least it’s not as strange as it was with Lilly.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, we got back together, had been together for three months and then ‘Hey, so I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant’.” He quoted.

“Okay, you have no idea how worried I was to tell you, and you just frowned so deeply and I thought you were upset!” She pouted.

“I know, but you looked so upset. I thought you weren’t happy about it.” He shrugged.

“And I thought you were going to break up with me.” She explained.

“I’d never.” He swore.

“Well I know that now.” She snorted, lifting her hand to look at her wedding band and engagement ring. “I didn’t know then that you were planning to propose within the month.” She reasoned.

“Yeah.... The plan to get married got pushed back about two years. Happily. We ended up with the cutest flower girl.” He grinned.

“And now I’d like to go to bed, happily.” She joked.

“Can I say hi really fast before you do?” He asked quickly.

“You know I can never say no to that face.” She smiled and he kissed her quickly before moving down the bed so his face was level with her stomach.

“Hey little one, I’m your dad. I wanted to say hello, and let you know that I already love you so much. So spend your time growing big and healthy, and I’ll be here waiting to meet you when you’re ready.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to his wife’s flat stomach before moving back up the bed.

“I love you, so much.” (Y/N) smiled.

“I love you too.” He replied and met her for a soft kiss.

*Seven Months Later*

The process was brutal. Screaming, crying, cursing, and more than a few threats of harming parts near and dear to her husband along with promises to never let him touch her ever again, but it was worth it as she was passed a squirming blue bundle of blankets.

“Mitch... He’s so beautiful.” She cried.

“Just like his mamma.” He agreed, grinning from ear to ear as he stood next to the bed and watched her smile down at their son. She passed the baby to him and he chuckled at the disgruntled expression on his little face at being manhandled.

“Would you two like to allow family up now or later?” The nurse asked a few minutes later. Mitch looked to (Y/N) and she smiled.

“Go get them, they’re probably dying to see him.” She grinned. He kissed her forehead, passing the baby back to her before heading out the door.

Not ten minutes later and she heard a small group of feet bustling down the hall toward her room.

“Let me see my nephew!” Elle whisper-shouted.

“You’re not actually my sister you know.”

“Am too. Via time served, we are now related.” She argued. (Y/N) shook her head but refused to argue as she passed her son to her friend.

“So what’s his name?” Stan Hurley asked as he stepped through the door.

“They haven’t told you either?” The blonde asked.

“Nope. But I’m still holding out for Stan.” He smirked.

“It has Stan in it if that helps?” (Y/N) smiled, taking Mitch’s hand as he came back over.

“His name is Ian Stanley Rapp.” Mitch announced as Elle passed the baby to Stan to hold.

“You did good with this one. He doesn’t look like Mitch at all.” He joked.

“Yup, he’s as beautiful as his mom.” Mitch agreed, not even offended.

“You’re not getting a rise out of him, Stan, he’s way too happy right now.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Damn right I am. I have a son.” He said. “Totally healthy, ten fingers, and ten toes. And he’s here thanks to this amazing woman.” He leaned over and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead again.

“God you turn into such a cheese-ball when there’s a baby.” She smiled affectionately as Mitch took Ian back from Stan.

“Speaking of cheese balls, Maria is watching Lilly and Skye, and I have to go call her and tell her to go ahead and bring them. Congratulations guys.” Elle smiled. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of (Y/N)’s head before stepping out of the room.

(Y/N) yawned and Stan stood up from the chair he’d sat in.

“I’ll step out too, looks like you could use some sleep.” He pat her blanket covered foot as a goodbye.

“Bye, Stan.” She mumbled, carefully readjusting in the bed so she could settle down more. Mitch carefully set Ian in his bassinet and walked Stan out of the room.

“Congratulations, kid.” Stan said, sticking his hand out to him.

“Thanks. For everything.” Mitch said sincerely. “I know (Y/N) and I give you shit, and I know you’re joking, but you are part of the reason I was able to find her. To be happy again.” He smiled.

“God, your wife was right. You’re a cheese ball.” Stan grumbled. “Get back to them before I puke.” He joked.

“See you later Stan.” He smiled before walking back into the room. (Y/N) had settled down in her bed and was already asleep, exhausted from the exertion of labor. He didn’t want to disturb her so he picked up Ian and went to sit in the rocking chair beside her bed.

“Hi, Ian. I’m you dad.” He whispered.

Hey guys.

I want to thank you for sticking with me through the story. I hope you liked the ending.

#mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #american assassin #amas #aafic #MHBFY #epilogue #my writing

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nonbinary-kite · 7 years

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closure: a ficlet

pairing: rukia kuchiki/aaronerio arruruerie, rukia kuchiki/kaien shiba

warnings: dubcon, violence

summary: listen i don’t fucking know

It was as if she'd been waiting for him, even though he was dead. Waiting, waking up in the middle of the night with an aching between her thighs, and she cried for a dead man until the sun came up.

She'd waited for him, as if he might come back. As if by some miracle it had been a mistake. A misunderstanding.

It had been a mistake, she smiled to know. He was taller. He'd grown tall, and she'd stayed short. He grinned down at her and his hand was heavy on her head. It wasn't him, because he wasn't that tall. It wasn't him, because he always leaned down to speak to her, face-to-face.

It wasn't him, but she'd waited for his voice. Her knees buckled from that familiar pain. It wasn't him at all, it was some monster, but his eyes shined at her, even in the dark.

She'd always thought it would happen in the dark. With him, one night, probably when it rained. They'd hate themselves.

“Is there any part of him in there?”

He remembered her being pretty. The memory became fuzzy among all the other memories. It was so loud, so loud, and yet always he could hear her voice ringing like a choir bell in his busy head. He hated her. She'd loved him. He'd loved her. He hated that.

His grip on her dark hair tightened when she spoke. He never really touched anyone anymore. Or ever. He remembered what is was like to touch. He'd learned it from each and every meal.

“He's very loud. He never told you.”

She didn't ask what. She knew, because he'd told her in so many of her daydreams.

His gloved fingers threaded through her hair, down to her neck, tucking beneath the fabric of her beige cloak.

“Would you, if he wanted...?”

“What?” Her voice shook, and she couldn't tell if it was with want or with fear. An unhealthy combination of the two.

“Grant him one last happiness.”

“No.”

“Rukia...” He said her name in his voice. He said her name like he'd done. His hand was on her back like when he died on top of her. “He never told you.”

She softened. He tugged the cloak from her shoulders. She had always been so pretty.

“Let him see you,” he demanded, soft, in his voice. Let me see you, for I know so much but I've felt so little. “You'll die. Shouldn't you at least...”

“I'm not going to die. I have to save Inoue.”

“Silly girl,” he cooed, as Kaien might, teasing. “She'll die too.”

He kneels down. One knee, like love. His hands surround her neck, gentle, soft, again, like love. The cloak is around her ankles. Her uniform is loose, always, because she is so small. Like a tiny bird he could crush her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He tugged the fabric, drawing it down her shoulder.

“What he wanted,” he said, simple as that, shivering as he leaned forward, his nose just brushing against her collarbone. From just that he got so weak. From just the scent of a woman's skin. “What you want.”

She trembled. It was stupid, really, she knew. It wasn't him. It looked like him. It spoke like him but it was a monster out to kill her. It was a beast aimed to use her body because its life was so grotesque no one would ever--

The pity made her weak. Always she had to pity ugly things. His lips were on her breasts. She was frozen as her sword could do.

She'd waited for him, hadn't she? She'd dreamed about this, in the dark, so sudden, so soft, had she not? He'd only grown a little bit taller, she thought. It was only a benevolent act, some charity for a lonesome monster...She groaned and it echoed. She was in his mouth.

He hadn't the faintest idea of what to do. His lips parted and he sucked, like eating, the only thing he was any good for. His hands surrounded her skinny back like the night Kaien died in her arms.

She did nothing. She didn't undress him, didn't wrap him up in her skinny arms. She'd waited for him, and she was powerless from time spent idle. She wept.

“Stop that,” he said, too stern, as he laid her down. With his gloved hand he dried her tears.

Inside of her he shivered, grunting, unseemly in his lust. He was no gentle giant, nor so cruel he'd snap her spine. And surround him she did, with her knobby knees.

“I'm sorry,” she wept, running her fingers down that familiar, dead man's face.

“Thank you,” he bellowed, collapsing. It stung in his chest. “Thank you...” It was not all it was cracked up to be, this. But she was warm and sweet, and he kissed her neck. It stung so deep.

After he wilted, she squeezed out from under him. Sode no Shirayuki stood erect through his chest. She righted her uniform, now covered in his blood, in his seed, in her sweat. She'd been waiting so long.

#aafic #bleach #rukia kuchiki #aaroniero arruruerie #kaien shiba #i havent written fic in like a year okay

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ronsenburg · 5 years

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WIP TITLE MEME

@ghostoftheyear tagged me and this is officially my new favorite tag game ARE YOU READY FOR THIS NONSENSE?????

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Message or comment the title that most intrigues you, or interests you, and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!

1. move in with me

2. sad

3. bonus waa fic

4. letter of resignation

5. i’ll keep finding you

6. my first aafic

7. delicate

8. Encouragement Ch2 Outline

9. Glowup

10. Happy Birthday Polly

11. Ice Cream

12. Like All the Boys Before (Ch2)

13. You Set me Straight At Love

14. Sometimes

15. Quarter Past Midnight

16. “What do you mean you’ve never been pumpkin picking”

17. Closer to Where We Belong

CALLING MYSELF OUT HERE SO calling out @notthelasttime and @kunfetti too

#stuff i was tagged in #WOW #I HAVE SO MANY WIPS HOLY SHIT #NEW GOAL: FINISH ONE TODAY

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piatalvere1971 · 3 years

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tfelizm · 5 years

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Impresión 3D como recurso para los museos táctiles medialab_ Ramon Rubio #accesibilidad #AAFIC #Gijón ~ en directo: contraseña AAFIC2018GIJON ~ acceso creagenio.es/aafic/ Web: asturiasarte.com (en Gijón, Asturias) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqzfl66g1XW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rocf8e1hmled

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harmonization · 1 year

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[FIC] saplings twined in promise

Second time writing this ship, which is such a privilege because I absolutely love asoryuu 🥲 I also looove the "they actually met/knew each other as kids & forgot about it when they met again in adulthood" trope, so I just had to write it for @asryzine! This is an extended version of my zine fic btw; you get a few extra thousand words on top of the original 2k 👀 Hope you enjoy!

saplings twined in promise → (asoryuu, 5.5k words, complete): Ao3

‘Why do you keep staring at me,’ Ryuunosuke asks, lax lips pursed with curiosity. No protest, no discomfort; just plain interest, clear as day, and Kazuma can’t be more gratefully relieved for it. ‘It’s … sorry. Even now, I still—can’t shake the feeling,’ Kazuma admits, straightening his shoulders, hardening his jaw. No point in swerving the truth, after all. ‘You really don’t remember us meeting at any point before the speech contest?’

Or: slightly canon-divergent childhood friends AU in which Kazuma and Ryuunosuke don't particularly remember some fragments of their younger years, but that doesn't stop them from somehow drifting into each other's lives again when it matters, either way.

#asoryuu #asougi kazuma #naruhodou ryuunosuke #kazuma asogi #ryunosuke naruhodo #tgaa #the great ace attorney #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my aafic: saplings

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harmonization · 1 year

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[FIC] dust once rekindled; phantoms twice birthed

Excited to finally be able to write some asoryuu!! This is an extended version of the two (interconnected & combined) asry ficlets I wrote for @tgaazine. Though please be warned that unlike the zine version, the Ao3 version below isn't platonic lol 😂 Hope you still enjoy regardless ❤

dust once rekindled; phantoms twice birthed → (asoryuu, 5k words, complete): Ao3

That's probably the most unfair thing about it, by far: that Ryuunosuke doesn’t ever have to hope that Kazuma will be proud of him, or that he and Kazuma will always be written into the skin of each other’s palms and each other’s heartstrings and each other’s laugh-lines, or that Kazuma will always be by his side, no matter what. He already knows it’ll be the case. And god does his chest sting something fierce at the thought. Four times they wanted it to be real, and the one time it is.

#asoryuu #asougi kazuma #naruhodou ryuunosuke #kazuma asogi #ryunosuke naruhodo #tgaa #the great ace attorney #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my aafic: dust and phantoms

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harmonization · 2 years

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[FIC] veiled anatomy of a smile

So happy I got to write this, because Phoenix deserves so much love and it means a lot to me to be able to write this concept lol 🥺 This is an EXTENDED version of the short 2k piece that I wrote for @wrightworthzine! Hope you enjoy ♥

veiled anatomy of a smile → (narumitsu/wrightworth, 8.2k words, complete): https://archiveofourown.org/works/39415842

Everything considered, it’s hard not to wonder if he even has any right to look at Edgeworth the way he can’t help doing recently. And he wonders – not for the first time – if his face is going to eventually split apart and fracture with all the strained smiles he’s been flashing, luminous and brilliant, every minute of every day.

Phoenix tries his best and smiles, and smiles, and smiles so vibrantly through it all that it hurts.

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #ace attorney #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my aafic: veiled anatomy

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airis-paris14 · 3 years

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Starlight 4

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

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“Sis, you are killing my dating life,” Madiyson whined as she and Amani cleaned the glasses at the bar. “I’m killing your dating life? It has to exist for me to kill it.” Amani murmured.

“Haha.” Madiyson threw her rag at the other waitress. “Look, you go to all these fancy parties, with rich eligible men, and you never invite me. Girl, you’re holding me back from my husband.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to go to those parties. All the men are old and boring, and they all want something from you.” Amani sighed and began hanging the wine glasses on the rack. “Yeah, some good lovin’.” Madiyson shimmied her way around the bar laughing.

“Oh my god.”

“So you’ve never met any young attractive guy at these parties?”

“Well….”

“Well?”

“Well, He’s the exception to the rule.” Amani sassed.

“See, I’m just asking for one chance. One party.”

“Fine fine,” Amani placed the last glass on the shelf. “Amare won’t be home for another month so you can go to the next party.”

“She’s not coming home for spring break?” Madiyson frowned.

“Nope, engineering conference with her school. In France.” Amani pouted.

“Yeah, I’d choose France over you too.” Madiyson teased.

“Shut up,” Amani pushed her. “This isn’t how you get the invite to this gala.”

“Now, you know I’m just messing with you girlie.” Madiyson hugged her friend.

“I know, but sometimes it just feels like she doesn’t need me anymore.”

“That’s a good thing! You’re not her mother, and you’re young. One day you’ll have kids and get to go through it all again. Except they’ll be infants this time and you won’t be in college.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Amani smiled.

“Aren’t I always? Now, tell me all about this exception to the rule guy.”

“What do you want to know?” It’d been three months since Amani had heard from T’Challa. Not even a text or letter. “Tell me anything,” Madiyson shrugged. “Well, he was attending our yearly investor gallery. He saved me from a boring conversation and we sat out on the balcony and talked all night.”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it.” Amani turned back to putting the dishes away. “There’s something you’re not telling me,” Madiyson accused.

“No, I told you everything that happened,” she fought to hold back a smile. “At the party at least,” Amani added. “Okay, so what happened after the party?” Madiyson prodded. “Well, before the party-”

“Before the party!” Madiyson exclaimed moving closer to her friend as a couple of guests looked over at the outburst. “Yes, before the party. You remember that table I handled for you when I got into work?”

“The one with the father? He’s the dude from the party?!”

“Yeah, his name is T’Challa.” Amani blushed. “Did he recognize you?” Madiyson bubbled, pulling Amani to sit in the break room with her. “Yes, and his daughter asked that I hang out with him the next day.”

“So y’all spent the day together?”

“And they both stayed the night.” Amani blushed. “Sis-” Madiyson started. “Then me and his daughter made breakfast and we went to the park.Then he asked me on a date, and they spent the night again.”

Madiyson stared open mouthed, “This was all a few months ago and you didn’t tell us?”

“Tell us what?” Sakura interjected as she walked into the breakroom from finishing her last table. “That she has a boyfriend who spent the night.” Madiyson smirked.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and his daughter was there too.” Sakura raised an eyebrow at Amani’s rebuttal. “Besides, there’s nothing to tell, I haven’t heard from him since they left.”

Sakura frowned, “They left?”

“They went back home, out of the country.” Amani explained. “That’s good news, he may just not know how to get intouch with you from his home country.” Madiyson offered. “I guess, but he still could have sent a letter or something.”

“Just give him a chance to explain himself,” Sakura encouraged. “Yeah, I just wish I knew something,” Amani sighed. “If you never hear from him again that’s his loss sis,” Madiyson hugged Amani.

After hustling through the rest of her shift, Amani finished cleaning her tables, hugged Madiyson and Sakura goodbye, and headed to pick up some dinner from her favorite burger joint. She hopped in line and placed her order. She had just pulled out her phone to pass time when a familiar voice invaded her senses. “Is that the heiress I see?” The king chuckled.

“Your majesty,” Amani bowed smiling in return, “You're back stateside.”

“Yep, Ada and I got in earlier this morning.” The king smiled. “Cool,” Amani smiled back before turning back to the pick up counter. “I also had a special someone that I promised to take out on a date.”

Amani raised an eyebrow, “She must be real special.” T’Challa smiled oblivious to her sarcasm, “You could say that.”

“I wonder if you called her like you didn’t call me,” Amani sassed. “T’Challa’s mouth dropped open slightly. Just as he went to respond one of the worker’s called Amani’s name. She walked away from him to grab her food. The king hurried after her, “Amani, I didn’t realize until we got home that I didn’t know how to reach you from out of the country.”

“And you couldn’t write a letter? Or call someone at the company that I own and ask for it?”Amani deadpanned as she walked towards the door, not stopping until T’Challa gently grabbed her wrist. “Amani, I am sorry. I didn’t think and that is obviously not an excuse, but I would still like to hang out with you.” Amani calmed slightly as she heard the sincerity coating his voice. “Please? Let me make it up to you?”

Amani nodded in response. “Great, are you free friday? At 8:00?”

The heiress smiled, “Yeah, I am.” T’Challa beamed, “I’ll pick you up?”

“Sounds like a date,” Amani winked, “I should let you get back to Ada.” The king glanced at the bag of food in his hands. “Why, don’t you join us for dinner tonight? She’s asked about you.”

“Oh, um..” Amani tried to quiet the leaping of her heart. T’Challa grabbed her hand, “We would both really enjoy your company Amani,” the king’s thumb traced soft circles on her wrist. “I’d love to,” Amani smiled back, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, grateful that it wasn’t too noticeable on her skin. “Great, I can give you a ride or?”

“Oh, no I drove my own car. If you give me the address, I’m pretty sure I can find my way there.” Amani smiled, pulling out her phone. T’Challa gave her the address and they hurried off to their cars. Amani smiled as she noticed what hotel they were staying at. “St. Regis huh,” Amani chuckled as she pulled off. Along the way she stopped to grab something to drink, and a box of cookies from her favorite bakery, she text T’Challa that she was on her way before beginning the drive to the hotel. Within 25 minutes, She pulled up to the valet counter and handed over her keys. Amani walked into the lobby juggling her food, the cookies and a drink. She walked towards the elevator before realizing she didn’t know where she was going. Amani sighed and gingerly reached for her phone in her pocket. Just as she went to dial the king’s number, his name flashed across her screen. ROOM 1009. She chuckled knowing he’d read her mind.

Amani used the edge of her iphone to call for the elevator and began her ascent to the 10th floor. She hummed lightly to herself and prayed that she had read the room number right. The door dinged open and she walked out into the carpeted hallway. Her sneakers padded along the floor as she read the door numbers, relieved that she had gotten off at the right floor. She made her way down to the ninth and final door. She knocked and smiled to herself when she heard the rapid pattering of feet approach the door. T’Challa laughed, “Well, are you going to let me open the door for Ms. Amani or not princess?”

“Sorry baba,” Ada replied, her bouncing feet still audible through the door. The door handle clicked and Amani was welcomed into their penthouse suite. “I brought cookies!” The older sister grinned. The former prince shook his head as his daughter cheered beside him. T’Challa grabbed the cookie box from her hand and Amani followed them into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home with me if she’s too hyper,” Amani jokes slightly. “T’Challa smiled before grabbing her a plate from the cabinet. “Where’s my hug princess Ada,” Amani grinned scooping the little girl in her arms. “Hi, Mani!” the little girl squealed.

“How are you?” Amani asked, placing the little girl back on her feet. “I’m good, I missed you.”

“I missed you too princess,” Amani reached for her own food. “I’ll warm it up for you.” T’Challa offered. “Thanks.” The two adults smiled at each other before Ada pulled Amani into the living room.

T’Challa’s heart melted at the sight in his living room. In just a few seconds Ada had pulled out all of her dolls for Amani to see. Amani sat on the floor in front of the couch greeting the doll princess Tiana. T’Challa cleared his throat, “I hope your royal highnesses do not mind my interruption, but I think that Ms. Okeke would like to eat her dinner.” Amani thanked the king as he handed her a plate with her burger and her drink.

“It’s okay baba, we were just going dress shopping for the ball,” Ada explained “The ball?” The king grinned, bending down to his daughter’s eye level. “Yeah, like the one we went to with Auntie Shuri and umakhulu.” Ada nodded excitedly. “Okay then,” the father sat back into the couch, “have fun.”

Amani took a bite out of her burger as the little girl collected her dolls and ran off. “Her first royal ball huh?”

The king nodded and sighed, “She grew up so fast. She got tired of being left out of ‘all the fun’.” Amani finished chewing before pulling herself up to sit on the couch. “You got any pictures?” The waitress finished her burger while the king scrolled through his phone. He held the phone up to her face once she was done.

“She looks adorable!” Amani squealed. “Her dress is so pretty!” On the phone, Ada was standing next to her father a smile stretching across her face. She and the king were matching in their black and gold. She wore a black halter-neck ball gown. The black silk was covered in delicate gold brocade and embellishments. Her hair was braided around the crown of her head, with a large gold halo tucked into her braids. “She’s so precious!”

“I know, she looks just like her mother,” the king smiled, Amani squeezed his hand. “You look pretty good too,” Amani playfully nudged his shoulder. “Thank you,” the king smiled putting away his phone.

“You want a cookie?” the heiress asked getting up from the soft couch. “Sure,” the king followed her into the kitchen. Amani popped open the box grabbing two chocolate chip cookies before popping the box in the oven.

“Did you work today?” The king bit into the warm cookie. “Yeah, unfortunately,”Amani groaned.

“You don’t like the work?” The king frowned. “I mean, the people are great, it's just tiring like anything.” Amani explained, finishing off her cookie. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you work? I am assuming your parent’s set you up well enough to thrive without a job?”

The king watched as Amani grabbed the cardboard box of cookies out of the oven once more. “They did, but I’ve always been independent. I used the money to pay off bills for the foreseeable future. We already owned the house here in Atlanta and I kept our vacation homes in South Carolina,Florida, Savannah, New Orleans, and LA. Used the money to continue paying the staff’s salary and put away money for Amare to go to school and start a life. Then I got a job to pay for youtubing equipment, travel, my car, and clothes.” Amani took all but four cookies out of the box and placed them on one of the white plates from the cabinet.

The king nodded, “You don’t have a passion job you’d like to start? Instead of waitressing at a job you don’t really like.”

“I mean, I’ve thought about starting my own luxury event planning company. You know, weddings, gala’s, balls, birthday parties, sleepovers, any event you can think of really.”

“What’s stopping you?” The king stole another cookie from the plate. “Nothing hypothetically, but I enjoy doing that stuff for fun. I think I’d want to throw my own event first. Kind of build up my own brand and relationship with contractors instead of just popping up out of the blue like that.”

“I think you should go for it. Get a job as an event planner for a company, work your way up or start as an independent contractor.” The king smiled. Amani tapped her fingers on the white marble countertops. “You’ve got this all figured out don’t you?”

“That is what the king does, solve problems.”

“What about you? Aren’t you very busy as a king?”

“I am,” the father replied, finishing off his cookie. “Isn’t it a little hard taking care of Ada and going about kingly duties? Doesn’t she have to have like a tutor and a nanny or something?”

“I only bring her on trips when I know I can take her with me to meetings. Not all of the kingly duties are boring. Like the ball, or charity appearances. That is most of my work this trip and she was on spring break, I believe it is called here.” T’Challa explained. “Oh, she’s in school?”

“Yes, she attends a very prestigious boarding school back in Wakanda.”

Amani looked up “ You send her away for school? Isn’t she just barely 5?”

“It is how things must be, her mother is no longer here to take care of her.”

Amani frowned, I think the nanny is a better option, don’t you think she misses her father while she is at school? A school with all these strangers?”

“She is fine Amani-”

“Have you ever asked her if she is fine, or if she likes it?”

“No, why should I have to. I am her father!”

“Because I was her T’Challa. My parents shipped me off to boarding school as soon as I was old enough to leave. Then they sent Amare right behind me!” I spent less that 5 years of time with my parents face to face before they died. Now they are gone.” Amani confessed, tears brewing in her eyes.

“I- I am sorry. I did not know that,” the king started. “I know you didn’t. I apologize for getting upset with you. I am not her parent, but as someone who grew up in that life, talk to her, come and see her. Make sure there isn’t another way for her to stay home. It would truly be for the best.” Amani sighed.

Silence choked the room, “I think I should go,” Amani stood up from the counter. “It is getting late, we have an extra guest room. You should spend the night here.” T’Challa offered.

“It’s only ten o’clock your majesty, I think I will make it home alright.” Amani teased. “Very well, at least, let me walk you downstairs. I’ll put Ada to sleep and come back out.”

Amani nodded her consent before taking a seat on the couch. Her phone lit up as T’Challa headed into Ada’s room. She pulled out the device and saw a new message from Madiyson.

Madiyson: Whatever you’re about to say no to, say yes sis!

Madiyson: Just thought you might need to hear that.

Amani: How’d you know I was making a decision?

Madiyson: Ohh so I was right?

Madiyson: What’s going on? Don’t keep me out of the loop!

Amani: I’ll tell you in the morning.

Madiyson: In the morning!

Madiyson: Girl who you gon be with in the morning!

Madiyson: You’re finally letting someone love you down!

Madiyson: Ohh sis! Tell me!

Amani smiled and put away her purse and set off down the hall to where T’Challa had gone. She peeked into a doorway where she found the king, conversing with his daughter. Amani stepped closer to the door and inadvertently pushed it open. Ada’s eyes shot up and a grin took over her face. “Mani! Baba is trying to make me go to bed but I’m not sleepy.” T’Challa looked up in surprise at her figure. “Well princess, if you don’t go to sleep, tomorrow won’t come and then we can’t hangout more.” Amani pouted. “Really?” Ada sighed.

“Really princess. Sleep makes the clock go faster and faster and speeds everything up so that tomorrow can come earlier.”

Ada looked to her father for confirmation. The king nodded his head and she sighed. “Okay. Thank you Mani.”

“No problem princess, just count backwards from the biggest number you can think of.”

“Goodnight Ada Ade,” T’Challa pressed a kiss to his daughter's forehead. “Good night baba,” the young princess smiled back. As the king led Amani out of the room Ada called out once more, “Good night Mani.”

“Good night princess.”

The king led Amani out of the room gently before shutting the door behind them. “I hope you don’t mind me staying, I-”

“I am glad you decided to stay,”The king reassured her. “Good, I figured I couldn’t really get to know you if one of us is always having to leave,” Amani chuckled, “even after an awkward conversation… I want to apologize again for what I said, I had no right to criticize how you choose to raise your daughter.”

“Please, do not apologize. I am glad you said what you said. People are normally too afraid to criticize any personal decisions I make. I am glad you stood up for what you thought was in her best interest and I will definitely be giving the matter more consideration.” The king promised.

“Oh, good.”

“Well, the night is still young. Would you like to watch a movie or something?” The king offered, clearing his throat and moving closer to the heiress. “Umm sure, I should probably run home and grab some clothes for tomorrow. I’m just a few minutes away.”

“Okay. I will set up a movie and order some more cookies or something,” the king replied.

“Cool,” Amani jogged down the hall and to the couch, “I’ll be right back,” she smiled before heading out the door.

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Starlight 5

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving y’all!

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“Madiyson we’re going to be late!” Amani yelled at her friend who’d been doing her makeup for the past hour. The heiress sighed and buckled her heel shut around her ankle. She double-checked that her purse had her ID, insurance cards, some cash, and a portable phone charger. She threw in her lipstick de jour and shut the clutch. “Madiyson,” Amani yelled for her friend again. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she smiled glancing at her new message.

T’Challa: and I take it you aren’t particularly thrilled about having to work tonight?

Amani: Not even a little bit

Amani grinned. It’d been two months since she spent the night with T’Challa and Ada. Before she left the next day he’d made sure he’d gotten her number. They’d talked every day all day for the last 60 days. Unfortunately, T’Challa had been busy at home and didn’t know the next time he’d be in the states. That night while watching the movie she’d ended up wrapped in his arms and she missed him. They’d shared kisses on the couch, and one final one before she’d left the hotel the next afternoon. She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t really really missed him. “You ready?” Madiyson’s voice broke Amani’s daydreaming. “Huh?” Amani placed her phone in her clutch.

“Who are you texting?” A grin snuck its way across Madiyson’s face. “No one,” Amani mumbled trying to hide the blush sneaking on her face. She knew it wouldn’t show on her cheeks but her friends could read her like a book, Madiyson would know she was embarrassed instantly. “Um-hmm. It must be baby daddy from the restaurant that’s got you grinning like that,” Madiyson teased following her friend out of the house. Amani knew how to handle this. Just play dumb for long enough and Madiyson would lose interest relatively quickly. “Who’s baby daddy?”

“The fine man that came in with his daughter? You told me y’all reconnected at the last party and he spent the night over your house. Don’t act like he ain’t man up and finally get that number. If a dude stays at your house without trying to hit it, he likes you.” Madiyson shrugged. Amani locked the front door and unlocked her car. The two women piled in the car and Amani pulled off. “Or he just wants to be friends with me?” She spoke up a few minutes later. “Ah, so you admit that’s who you were texting?” Shit. Amani froze, “no he still hasn’t called.”

“You’re a horrible liar sis,” Madiyson chuckled. “New message from T’Challa,” the cars automated voice flowed out through the stereo. “Oh who’s T’Challa?” Madiyson smirked and reached for Amani’s phone. The heiress prompt smacked her hand away. “Leave it alone,” Amani whined. “Come on sis, I don’t know why you’re trying to hide that you like him.”

“I’m not trying to hide anything.”

“You’re really bad at lying we’ve gotta fix that soon,” Madiyson mock sighed.

“I just, I don’t know what we are right now if we are anything. I don’t want to go around telling y’all about him and we’re just temporary,” Amani relented and explained her feelings to her friend. “See was that so hard?” Madiyson teased. “Shut up,” Amani chuckled.

“In all seriousness I understand. And I respect that. I just want you to be happy. So if he makes you happy figure out what y’all are doing,” Madiyson shrugged. “Do you want to be more than friends?”

“I don’t know. I think I do, but he’s so far.”

“We’ll FaceTime is a thing for a reason,” Madiyson offered.

“Yeah. If it’s not the same as having him in my arms you know?”

“Woah Woah Woah! Time out! Flag on the play! blow the whistle! Y’all have been in each other’s arms?” Madiyson exclaimed. Amani sighed at her own slip-up. She and her big mouth. This conversation would never end now. “We may or may not have had a movie night in his hotel room a few months ago. “What! Why didn’t you tell me!” Madiyson pouted.

It isn’t that big of a deal. We just watched a movie and went to bed.”

“You spent the night!

Amani inwardly groaned. This big mouth just didn’t know when to stop. “ Yeah it was late and he offered me a guest bedroom,” Amani explained. Things didn’t exactly happen in that order, but what Madiyson didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “Can we switch topics now?” Amani pouted.

“What else you’re wanna talk about then? And it better be good to replace this conversation.” Madiyson sassed. “How about we’re here?” Amani pulled her car into valet. “Sure but we will finish this conversation later,” Madiyson pointer at her friend before allowing the valet to help her out of the car.

“Thank you,” Amani smiles at the worker before handing him her keys. She walked around the car making sure to the train of her outfit off of the ground. Once Madiyson had Her train in hand as well, they headed into the event together.

Two hours later found Amani conversing with one of the board of directors. He was explaining the idea he was going to propose at the next board meeting. She knew that the gentleman truly wanted her feedback and approval, but Amani couldn’t help the fact that her mind was wandering. She decided that she would ask the gentleman to email her a copy of his proposal and she would offer the best feedback she could that way. It was true that Amani, nor Amare, had a heart for business, but they did truly care about their parent’s legacy. Amani had watched her parents struggle for too long to build this business. There was no way she was going to watch it fall. So even though she and Amare weren’t on payroll, she made sure to keep abreast of what management had in store for her parents’ company. Feeling bad for having virtually ignored this man’s whole spiel, Amani decided to politely interrupt and ask him to email her, when a familiar voice washed over her spine. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering If I may have a word with the lady,” the voice asked. The look on the board member’s face gave the king away. “Of course your majesty,” the man stuttered. Amani felt a genuine smile erupting on her face for the first time tonight. She didn’t bother trying to fight it when she turned to look at T’Challa. “I’m sorry for the interruption,” Amani turned back to the board member, “f you email me your proposal I’d be more than happy to provide my full opinions and continue this conversation soon,” Amani offered. “I’ll send it to you tomorrow,” the man smiled. “Have a good night Ms. Okeke, your majesty.” Amani watched him walk out of earshot before turning back to the man that had been occupying her phone and mind for the past two months.

“Perfect timing as usual,” Amani smiled up at the king. Her heart fluttered at the sight of his smile. “I was known for being quite the prince charming back in my day,” the king smiled. “Care to sneak away with me?” T’Challa offered Amani his arm. She glanced over at Madiyson who’d been talking to a young exec from a sister company. Seeing them now moving to the dance floor she decided she’d text her to let her know where’d she had gone. “Where did you have in mind, your majesty?” T’Challa smiled, “I’m afraid the balcony will have to stand in for some great adventure. I didn’t know I’d see you tonight.”

“Me neither, I thought you weren’t going to be back in the country for a while?” Amani asked as they strolled around the room towards the balcony. Her cape slid behind her as they moved around the hotel ballroom. “I didn’t plan on it. I was hoping to surprise you this weekend, I heard about this event from another company I’m looking to invest in. When you said you had to work, I didn’t know that you’d be here.” The king explained. “I guess we both got lucky then,” Amani grinned. They stepped out into the night air. T’Challa stooping to help Amani and her cape get settled on a bench stationed on the balcony. “Thank you,” the mocha-skinned woman blushed. “You look beautiful,” T’Challa smiled. Amani blushed and played with the beading on her gown. Her dress was a true nude for her skin tone, which was a rarity for black women. It was covered in a layer of sheer white fabric and delicately beaded all the way down. A sheer white cape hung down from her shoulders and created a simple but dramatic train. “You look very handsome yourself,” Amani smiled up at him. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted as they smiled at each other. “I’ve missed you as well love,” The king leaned closer. “I missed doing this too,” he smirked before engulfing Amani in a kiss. His lips took over her mind as she kissed him back.

T’Challa pulled away a few seconds later. She was glad someone was thinking straight. This was not the best place to get carried away. Amani placed one last peck on his lips before sitting back fully. She bit her lip and looked away. “I should probably text Madiyson and let her know where I am.” She pulled out her phone and sent a quick message. She felt T’Challa’s eyes staring at her as she placed her phone back in her clutch. When she looked up he pulled her into another kiss. “Last one,” he whispered as he pulled away. Amani couldn’t fight the giant smile that took over her face. Her heart was racing and her stomach was fluttering. Just the thought that he was just intoxicated by her as she was by him was a major confidence booster. “How’ve you been?” Amani asked, she let her hand rest on the bench in between her and T’Challa. She observed his profile in the city lights. The sound of traffic surrounded them while the stared at the city and her lights. She’d never felt more at peace. “Busy, but good. Mostly missing you. Ada misses you as well.”

“I miss her too,” Amani brightened at the thought of the little girl. “How have you been heiress?” T’Challa takes her hand in his own. He rubs circles along the back of her hand while she gathers her thoughts. “I’ve been good. Aching to get out of the country. I’ve been seriously thinking about starting my own event planning company. I think a little vacation could give me the time I need to finally put it into motion,” Amani revealed. “I think that sounds like a great idea,” T’Challa squeezed her hand.

“Really? You don’t think it sounds crazy?”

“No. I think distance can very well bring clarity. It sounds like you’re serious and putting a lot of thought into this. You aren’t taking it lightly and rushing it.”

“Thank you. I’m still a little nervous but I think it’ll be good for me to do something I love for once.”

“I agree. Where were you thinking about going?” T’Challa moved closer to her on the bench. “I’m not sure yet,” Amani thought, “I’ve gotta decide whether I want to stay domestic or go international. Maybe I’ll come visit you,” Amani teased. T’Challa grinned, “ You are always more than welcome.” The two fell into a comfortable silence once more. “I’m glad I saw you tonight,” Amani blurted.

“Me too Amani. Can I take you out tomorrow night? If you aren’t busy or don’t have plans,” the king asked. “Of course. Tomorrow is my off day, so I’m all yours.” Amani swore she saw something ignite behind T’Challa’s eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “I have some meetings in the morning, but I’ll pick you up at 5:30?”

“I’ll be waiting.” Amani smiled, “How should I dress?”

“You look beautiful in anything,” T’Challa grinned. Amani rolled her eyes, “Really though, you always look so nice. I don’t want to wear jeans and then you show up in a suit.”

“It’s just a nice dinner and a surprise. Nothing Formal.” The king explained. Amani nodded. “Kumkani,” someone called from the balcony doors. Amani started to move away but T’Challa held her in place, with her hand in his lap. “Something has happened, we must leave quickly,” The woman relayed to T’Challa. Amani could feel the man tense and sigh. “No rest for the weary huh?” she teased in a whisper. The king offered her a small smile. “Go, I understand,” she reassured. The king nodded and stood, helping her up off the bench with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he reassured. Amani blushed as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. She offered a small wave as he backed off of the balcony before following the woman away. She checked her phone and realized that she and T’Challa had been on the balcony for a little over and hour. Ready to head home she spotted Madiyson talking to the same young man in a corner. She walked over and smiled at her friend. “Hey,” Madiyson smiled, “Marquis, this is my friend Amani. Amani this is Marquis. He works at Meridian Corp. We used to go to high school together.”

“Nice to meet you, Marquis,” Amani shook his hand. “Nice to meet you as well Ms. Okeke.” he smiled. “How’d you-” Amani started. “There isn’t a soul in this room who doesn’t know who the Okeke daughters are,” Marquis explained. “Oh. Well please call me Amani, a friend of Madiyson’s is a friend of mine.”

“Good to know Amani,” Marquis smiled, “I’ll leave you two alone. I really enjoyed seeing you again Madiyson.”

Madiyson blushed, “I enjoyed seeing you again too.” Marquis pulled her in for a hug, “I’ll call you soon,” he promised as he pulled away. With another nod at Amani, the young executive vanished into the crowd. “I didn’t know you were popular like that in these circles. You must be like the princess of Atlanta high society.” Madison gawked. “I guess,” Amani laughed. “You ready to call it a night?”

“Yeah girl, you were right. Marquis is the only remotely interesting person I’ve met all night,” Madiyson laughed. “I tried to tell you,” Amani joined in as they left the ballroom and got onto a balcony. Her phone buzzed in her purse. She took it out and smiled at the message.

T’Challa: I wish I didn’t have to leave, the emergency resolved itself before I could even get there

Amani: Aww poor baby. There’s always tomorrow though.

T’Challa: Indeed. I’ll be counting down the seconds until I can see you again.

Amani: Charmer.

T’Challa: Is it working?

Amani: You’re insufferable.

T’Challa: you seem to tolerate it pretty well.

Amani rolled her eyes.

Amani: Good night your majesty.

T’Challa: goodnight Amani.

“Amani!,” Madiyson’s shout pulled her out of her daze. “Yeah, sorry what’s up?”

“I asked where you vanished too earlier,” Madiyson asked. “Oh, T’Challa was here so we-”

“You saw him?! You promised you’d introduce me.”

“He had to leave early,” Amani explained. “What’d y’all talk about? I thought he wasn’t going to be in the country soon?”

“I’ll tell you all about it if you drive,” Amani chuckled.

“Can I spend the night?” Madiyson looked at her friend, her hand out awaiting the keys. “Of course.” Amani laughed.

“Then hand me the keys Mamacita! I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go.”

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Redemption 10

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

A/N NOTE AT THE END.

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[1 year ago- Wakanda]

“My son. One day you will inherit all of these records. It is important that you understand all of the control that you exude. Each of these papers holds their own importance within the structure of this country,” the older king lectured. The young prince listened,half heartedly, as he sorted through the various paper and files littering the floor around him. The Wakandan sun shined through the tall glass windows around them. Her orange rays landed on to a folder that the prince had yet to sort through. He pried open the pages of the folder, flipping haphazardly through the work until a new york city address caught his eye. He slowly flipped back to the front of the folder. “Rising Sun?” the future king mumbled, staring at his father’s handwriting on the front of the folder.

He reopened the folder, a heavy sheet of parchment fell out. The word deed immediately caught the princes eye. Directly under it he saw the same New York City address. He turned to the next page and found a bill of sale. The next page held a log of multiple payments made to an American account. The next, receipts of payments made to a university in America. The prince sat lost in thought as he eagerly searched through each of the pages for an explanation.

“Unyana, are you even listening to me,” The king called, he laid a hand on his first born’s shoulder. “I am sorry baba,” the prince shook his head shutting the folder once more. “What is on your mind my boy?” the king frowned at his son. “Do we have family in New York City? I though Uncle N’jobu was based in California.” the prince asked. “He was. Why do you ask?” the king replied, turning back to his sorting. “Rising sun?” the prince handed the folder to his father.

“That,” The king grabbed the folder. “Was a mistake,” the king sighed walking over to his personal safe. “What do you mean baba? It is not like you to make mistakes in sorting.”

“Even the best kings make mistakes my son. No man is perfect. He can only do what he believes is right.” The older man replied, frowning slightly. “Even if later he begins to regret his actions.”

“Who is in New york baba?” T’Challa stands to hand more files to his father. “No one important son.”

“But you just said that each of these papers has their own importance within our country’s structure. Whoever those papers pertain to hold their own importance. Do they not?”

“They do,” the king’s frown deepened. “That will be all for today T’Challa. Thank you,” the king waved his ring over the lock, effectively shutting the rest of the world away from the information.The king hurried out, leaving his son behind confused.

[Present Day - New York City, NY]

T’Challa woke to Zari murmuring into the phone. Her fingers intertwined with the curtains over her window. He watched as she paced between the window and her dresses, occasionally resting a hand on her head. A frown graced the king’s face as she sighed and ended the call. “Is everything alright entle?” he extended his hands towards her.

“Did I wake you?” she asked falling back into his embrace at the end of the bed. “No,” the king pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, “but you did avoid my question.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” she sighed. “Just tell me what is wrong. Let me help you. ” the king stared into her eyes. “I have to go into work, and there is no one to watch Aiden,” Zari explained. “Why do you not just take him with you?” T’Challa questioned. “I have to work during the actors practice. There is no one to actually watch him today.”

“Well I can watch him.” the king smiled. “No T’Challa. I can’t ask you to do that for me.” Zari sighed, moving to get off the bed. The king pulled her right back, “why not? He is my son.”

“But I know you have to get some work done. Aiden can be a handful sometimes.” the woman argued back. “Then I’ll clear my schedule.This way I can spend time with him.”

“I don’t know…,”

“Zar, go get ready for work. Aiden and I will make breakfast,” T”Challa pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Then we’ll eat together as a family,” the king pressed another kiss to her collarbone. “You’ll go to work,” the crook of her neck was next. “We’ll wave to you off the front doorstep like those hallmark movies you made us watch,” his pressed another kiss to her jaw. “Then you’ll come home and we’ll have dinner waiting for you,” the king finished with a kiss to her cheek.

“Are you sure,” the young mother turned to search his face. “I’ve only been sure of one thing more in my life.”

“What would that be?” Zari asked hesitantly. “Loving you,” the king smiled. “You are so dopey,” Zari smiled pressing a kiss to his lips. “But you love it,” the king grinned. “Now, I have to go wake up our son. So if you will excuse me,” the king nudged Zari out of the bed before walking down the hall. He knocked lightly on his son’s door. The large piece of wood creaked open, soft snores drifting from the room. “Someone had an exhausting day yesterday,” T’Challa smiled, noting the time. 9:05. It was unlike his son to sleep this late. He strode over to his son’s bed and froze. He didn’t know how to do this. He stared at the sleeping child as the minutes ticked by. His mind ran through hundreds of scenarios as he stared at a sleeping Aiden. Should he try to be funny? Should he call his name softly? Is he a heavy sleeper? Should he shake him? Pull him gently out of the bed? Kiss his forehead? How does Zari wake him? Is he a cranky sleeper? The king stood there lost as Aiden slept the minutes away peacefully. “T’Challa?”Zari called softly from the doorway. “Everything alright? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

T’Challa turned, a look of intense fear scrawled across his face. “I… I don’t know how,” the king blanched. “How to what?” Zari walked closer in the room, her mouth forming a large ‘o’ as she noticed the still sleeping Aiden. “T”Challa, just wake him up?” the mother whispered. “But how?” the king pleaded. “Does it really matter T’Challa? He won’t remember.” Zari whispered again.

“Are you sure? I just want to do it right. It’s my first time.”

“He will just be excited to see you.” Zari reassured. “Promise?” the king rolled his shoulders. “I promise Zari smiled. “Great,” the king stared expectantly at Zari. “What?” the mother frowned. The king gestured at the door. “Are you serious?” The mother grumbled. “Very, this is an important father son bonding moment.”

“Whatever,” Zari she shook her head. She walked out of the room and T’Challa took a deep breath. The King took a seat on the bed next to his son. “Uyana wam, we have to get up,” The king smiled as Aiden’s eyes began to flutter. “There we go. Come on, we are going to make your umama breakfast.” T’Challa helped the child from out under the covers. He stood him up beside the bed, only for him to fall first into his chest. “Come on son,” T’challa stood the young boy up again. Aiden yawned, stumbling back towards his father’s lap. “Up we go,”the king raised him once more. T’challa knelt beside his son. “You wanna make some pancakes?” the new father asked.

“With strawberries,” Aiden mumbled sleepily. “As many strawberries as you want.” Aiden smiled sleepily. “Mommy never lets me do that,” he replied allowing his father to lead him down the stairs to the kitchen. “It will be our little secret,” T’Challa replied. Aiden crossed his arms over his little chest, saluting his father. The king repeated the motion, instantly waking up the little boy. “You know it too?” the little boy bounced up and down. His eyes growing wide. The king nodded, “I do. It’ll be our little secret too.”

“Like the strawberries?”

“Like the strawberries.” T’Challa beamed. “I am hearing about a lot of secrets over there,” Zari called from the kitchen where she was stirring a bowl of batter. “What are you doing?” T”Challa replied watching as Aiden ran into the kitchen to hug his mother. “I thought I was making pancakes,” the mother smiled, she placed the bowl on the counter,scooping her son into her arms. She pressed kisses all over her face as he giggled and tried to squirm from her arms. “Good morning Aiden,” she finally released him. “Morning Mama.”

“I didn’t get any love this morning,” the King frowned at his son from across the counter. “Good morning Baba!” Aiden yelled running around the island. “Aiden, what did I say about running?” Zari reminded gently resuming stirring the pancake batter. The little boy skidded to a stop taking three measured steps before jumping into his father’s arms. T’Challa tickled the kindergartner before placing him back on the ground.

“Aiden, what is your mama doing?” T”Challa asked his son who sat next to him on a chair. “Ummm. Mama?”

“Yes baby?” Zari smiled to herself. “Baba wants to know what you are doing.” Aiden replied. “Tell your baba that I am making blueberry pancakes.” Zari smiled. “Mama is making blueberry pancakes… but Baba said we could make strawberry”Aiden turned to him mom. “He did?” Zari raised an eyebrow. “I also said that we would make mama breakfast.” T’Challa smirked, standing to take the bowl from Zari. “And we are using extra strawberries right?” Aiden interjected. “Exactly, so mama, if you wouldn’t mind?” T’Challa gestured towards the island. He grabbed the bowl from Zari and gently led her to her seat.

“Fine, I can tell when I am not wanted.” Zari shrugged pouting. T’Challa chuckled as he resumed stirring the batter.

Twenty minutes later, Aiden sat across from his parents at the table. The small family enjoying their, extra strawberry, pancakes. “What smells so good down here?” Zari’s mom smiled at the little family. “Morning mama,” Zari hummed, her mother pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Would you like some pancakes?” the designer asked, watching her mom settle into the seat beside her. “If you have some extras, I would love some,” Mrs. Abu smiled. “We always have some for you mama,” Zari stood to grab her and T”Challa’s plate. “I’ve got it the young king insisted.” taking the plates from his love. “Oh thank you,” she beamed at the king. “Of course.” Zari’s mother watched on in approval as T’Challa rinsed both of the plates and made a plate for her. She promptly thanked the young man.

“Any plans for the day?” Mrs Abu asked, digging into the pancakes before her. Zari checked her watch before sighing. “Well I have to head to work. For the day.” She stood and shrugged on a light coat. “I’ll see you all later.” Zari kissed her mother then Aiden. “Bye T’Challa,” she blushed before walking out of the house. The three sat in silence until they heard the front door shut and lock. “Aiden, why don’t you go wake up grandpa and Auntie Isha,” Zari’s mother stared intently at T’Challa as Aiden took off up the stairs. “Walk son,” she and T’Challa chastised in unison. The king cleared his throat awkwardly before Mrs. Abu began.

“You still love her don’t you,” she declared more than inquired. “I never stopped,” the king replied. “Good,” the older woman replied covering his hand with hers. “I always liked you T’Challa.” She smiled. “You are a great king, and are becoming a great man. One day you will make my daughter a wonderful husband, and father to aiden, and your future children.”

The king frowned. “She will come around to that point, I know my daughter. Just give her time, and space. She will come around. Backing her into a corner will only hurt you and her.” the mother advised.

“That food smells good,” Zari’s father called down the stairs, Aiden by his side. “We used extra strawberries.” the young boy boasted. “Good morning my king,” Mr Abu greeted. “Please, call me T’Challa.” The Older man nodded before continuing over to his wife. Mrs Abu handed him a plate, carrying another for Isha back to the table.

“Where is Zari?” Isha asked the king, sitting next to him at the table. “She got called into work this morning.”

“So what are we going to do today?” Isha inquired as her adoptive mother set a plate in front of her. “ I was going to make a personal house call to Tony Stark. Then I thought Aiden and I could get some ingredients to make dinner.” T’Challa smiled at his son. “I can get you all a car if you’d like to go somewhere else?”

The elder Abu’s declined, preferring to spend the day at the house. “Well I for one have always wanted to take a dance class at the Alvin Ailey Center.” Isha insisted. Washing her now empty plate in the sink. “We can drop you off.” T’Challa declared. The party headed to their rooms to get ready for the day ahead. Isha took Aiden to get dressed. T’Challa followed close behind. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out to find a message from Zari. “Miss you already,”

T’challa smiled to himself, before heading to get changed.

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Redemption 9

A/N: It’s back!! I know this took forever and sorry if thi chapter sucks, but it’s kind of a bridge into the middle part of the series. Things are gonna be a little fluffy as happy for a while. So enjoy it.... while it lasts.

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

I knew she was safer away from your father!”

“You had no right!”

“I had every right!”Isha shot up, her finger centimeters from the king’s face. “T’Challa if someone had told you what your father had done, you would not have believed them. You idolized that man with every bone in your body. You sang his praises with every breath you took.”

“I loved her!” His fist slammed into the wall where he stood. His shoulders dropped allowing his head to slide down against the wall.

“Then you should be glad she got away from him,” Isha hissed, “he wanted her to abort the baby T’Challa.”

“No!” The king roared, the fire turned a new in his eyes.

“She was made to leave because she insisted on telling you. Insisting that she was keeping her son.”

“My father would never-“ the king began. “You’re father should never! Just like he should never have killed his brother,” pause. “But he did T’Challa. He should never have done a lot of things. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t do them.”

“My father knew how much I wanted a family!” The king argued. “He knew how much having a family would distract you from your training. Jeopardize your favor with the people!” Isha insisted.

“Family makes you stronger!”

“But family is your weakness! The same as it was his!”

Silence filled the room. “He broke every moral law for you. He lied to the woman he married. Lied to his son. The same way you would do anything for Aiden and you’ve only met him three days ago.”

“I didn’t-“ The king began. “I know, there was no way around it. But you are here now.”

“I know it’s down here somewhere.” A voice traveled down the stairs. Preluding it’s owner entry into the living room. Zari rushed excitedly into the room. Her parents in tow. “What are you looking for?” T’Challa stood joining her hectic rummage through the desk. “My photo albums,” she shut the drawer. “Aiden’s baby pictures?”

“Yes, but mine as well. Graduation photos, my portfolio…” she quickly moved to the other side of the desk. Check the bottom drawer. That’s where you kept everything else.” The king kneeled beside her. “Of course!” She quickly pulled open the drawer. She removed the box of letters before pulling the prized items out from under it. “You are a genius!” She pressed a kiss to cheek in excitement.

Plopping down on the couch, she pulled T’Challa down beside her and cracked open the first album. The pages slid open. The scratch of plastic filling the room. In the glossy photo case Zari stood on an old ferry. An infant Aiden strapped to her back. smiling as the Statue of Liberty loomed in the background. “This was shortly after I met Melanie. She convinced me to go explore the city.” Zari explained quietly, gently turning the page. The page displayed various other pictures of She and Aiden around the city. In some Melanie appeared at their side. She flipped another page and their she was. Sitting in her bed with Aiden. The baby wrapped in a cloth, Zari’s skin glistening with sweat. Her eyes were wet with tears as her new baby boy gently gripped her finger.

The various pictures from that day included the midwives and Melanie. The latter aiding the mother to be in pushing. T’Challa quickly wiped a tear from under his eye. Various other pictures of Aiden graced the pages that followed. From school programs to birthdays. Days in the park and backstage photos from shows. The past six years of Zari and Aiden’s life flashed before T’Challa’s eyes. Zari passed the book to her parents and cracked open Aiden’s baby photos. “He looks just like you Zari smiled. Slowly turning the pages. “He does,” he smiled. “He looks exactly like me as a baby .”

“I’ve never actually seen your baby photos,” Zari glanced up at him. “That’s something we will have to fix isn’t it. Maybe when you come back to Wakanda?” T’Challa grinned. “We’ll see,” Zari nudged his shoulder. “These are beautiful Zari,” Isha lanced up from her friend portfolio. The pages graced by various sketches of dresses and designs. Shirts, pants, outfits and accessories on full display.

“Thank you! I’m just glad I was able to find something I’m good at in this city.” Zari blushed, moving to sit next to her friend. “I’m happy for you,” Isha smiled.

“Zari, who is this?” Her mother called. The designer moved to see who she was pointing at. “Oh that’s Melanie. We were roommates during college, we became really close and then when I had Aiden, and moved back into the house, she kept in touch.”

“She was there to help you give birth?” Her mother asked. “Yes, She was of great comfort,” Zari admitted. Isha’s smile fell slightly. “Well babygirl I hope you have room for us tonight,” Zari’s father yawned, gently closing the photo album. “Always Baba. You and mama can take the guest room at the top of the stairs. Isha can have my room, if you don’t mind sharing a bed with me. T’Challa can have the other bed in Aiden’s room.”

“Actually,” Isha interrupted. “I’ve gotten too used to sleeping alone. I just sleep all over the bed” the woman exaggerated. “I’ll take the twin in Aiden’s room.” Isha stood raising her arms in a long yawn.

“But that means-“

“Come on mama and baba.” Isha ushered her adoptive parents out of the room quickly, throwing a wink over her shoulder at the couple. “Did she just…”

“I think she did,” The young king laughed. “I can sleep on the couch. “No it’s fine, we can share a bed…”

“No I insist it’s really not a big deal,” T’Challa tried again. “T’Challa,” Zari burst, “ I want you to sleep with me.” The mother admitted. “Oh,” The king breathed. He swept one arm towards the stairs, “Lead the way,” he smiled shyly.

Minutes later, the couple found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms. “Are you sure this is ok?”The king double checked. Zari rolled over in bed. Her hand reaching our to trace the side of his face. “I’m positive. I know that this hasn’t been easy. And I haven’t been as welcoming as you may have wanted. But I know what I want. I want you. I’m just afraid.” The mother mumbled.

“ What if i've forgotten how to love? I have problems trusting, depending on other people. Not being in control,” Zari started.

“Then let’s start from the beginning.” T’Challa smiled. “Zari Abu. Will you go on a date with me?”

“Are you serious?” Zari beamed, her smile shining through the dark. “Only if you want to entle,” he reaffirmed. “I do,” she nodded. “So, may I take you out Friday night?” T’Challa grinned.

“Sure, but I think there is something you should know.”

“What would that be?” The king cocked an eyebrow. “I have a son.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I like kids then?” He teased.

“I guess so,” Zari smiled snuggling deeper into T’Challa’s side.“What was it like?” T’Challa asked his thumb tracing circles on Zari’s shoulder. “What?”

“Giving birth,” The king clarified. “Painful, tiring,abhorrent,torture,crappy,sucky… but when I saw his little face, I wanted to cry. He looked so much like you. It crushed me that I couldn’t be with you.” Zari explained. “Zar, I am so sorry.”

“There is nothing that can be done now. We’ve found each other again. We should be thankful.” Zari sighed. “I am. So much more than you could ever know,” T’Challa hummed. “Zar?” The brown woman hummed in response. “Would you want to have another?”

“Now? Don’t you think it is a little early T’Challa?”

“No in the future. I want the chance to finish my family with you. We started with Aiden, we just have a few more to go.”

“Just how many is a few?” Zari teased. “You know 4 or so.” The king smiled. “Four? You better hope for twins,” Zari sassed.

“You know how many women would die to carry my children?

“We’ll go find one of those heifers to carry your children!” Zari day up and started to get out of the bed.

“But I want you to carry my children,” T’Challa caught her hand and pulled her back. “Like I said, you better start praying for twins.” Zari asserted, laying back on the bed.

“You know, I’ve heard twins take alot of practice,” T’Challa began moving down the bed. “Is that so,” Zari grinned. The king hummed in response. One hand lifting Zari’s shirt to kiss her stomach. “What if there is a baby in there right now?” T’Challa raised a dopey grin to Zari’s eyes. “I’d like to speak to its creators because it is not my baby.”

What if it was our baby?”

“It can’t be. It’s not possible your majesty.”

“Then let’s make it possible,” a devious grin slid across the king’s face. “My parents are in the room next door!”

“That didn’t stop you in highschool,” the former prince grinned. “T’Challa!” Zari exclaimed, grinning as she slapped him upside the head. Silence fell upon the couple as T’Challa climbed back up the bed to Zari’s side. “We’ll get there eventually T’Challa. I’m just not ready yet.”

“Please, do not apologize. I am here, whenever you are ready. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

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Take a Break 20

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

Warnings: fluff, self doubt, fluff, weddings, chick fil a

A/N: This is the end of the road. I’m so glad you’ve all been here with me. This was my first fic on tumblr. I’m so proud of how it turned out. I’m eternally grateful to all of the writers. ( @brianabreeze @kumkaniudaku @dramaqueenamby @royallyprincesslilly @90sinspiredgirl @halfrican-heat @sisterwifeudaku). Who were supportive of this new, upstart writer and her crazy idea. I sincerely hope you’ve all enjoyed. I look forward to keep writing fics for you all! Thank you so much for the journey. The next chapter of Redemption should be up soon. I’ve also got some other stories up my sleeve.

With all my love,

XO ❤️

“Now can you say Shuri?” The young scientist cooed. “Sure- ee.” Your son babbled in amusement as Shuri tried to combine him to say her name. “Suffe,” he giggled clapping his hands. “No sureee- eeee” the princess tried once again, to no avail. “Shuri,” you called. Alerting your son to your presence. He quickly reached out for you as you walked over to the princess. “Shuri, he is only nine months old. He can barely say, baba.” you grinned picking the chubby baby from her arms. ”hi umama's joy, ” you grinned. Kissing the young prince’s cheeks

“You are never to young to be a genius. Y/N look at me. I’ve been running the Wakandan technology department since I was 16. He could be doing it by 12.” The princess grinned. “Let’s get him walking first, then we can talk about becoming a child prodigy.” You smiled kissing the side of Shuri’s forehead. “Where is your brother?” You asked setting your son on his little feet. Gently supporting his arms, you followed him as he tried to toddle around. “Oh he told me to give this to you,” Shuri exclaimed handing you an elegantly folded note. “Here I’ll trade you Dakari for the note.” Shuri switched places with you. Dakari whimpered slightly as you walked from behind him. “I’m right here unyana wam,” you kissed his cheek once more before settling on the bench.

Hello my love,

I will be back late from my meeting tonight. Okoye has the project plans for the next phase of The Lost Tribe.

All my love,

T’Challa

“I guess I should actually get some work done today,” you sighed pushing yourself up off of the bench. “Come on Dakari. Let’s get some work done before Baba gets home,” The young prince giggled. You laughed, sweeping him out of Shuri’s arms. You both gave the princess a hug. “I’ll see you at dinner eh?” Shuri nodded her assent. You kissed her forehead once more. Carrying Dakari on your hip, you began the short walk to the training rooms.

The sounds and smells of the gym, hit you long before the sight did. The Dora stood in challenge formation, as a new initiate battled Okoye. Noticing your presence, the general winked before flipping the poor woman on her back. ”that will be all for the day, ” she smiled, extending an arm to help the woman up. ”Good job Aduba, we will continue working. But today you held your own. For that, I am proud.” the general smiled. Aduba’s smile stretched across the planes of her face. She saluted the general in time with the other Dora. Before running excitedly to her friends.

Okoye walked over to you. Her attention was immediately drawn to the giggling Dakari. ”nkosana wam omncinci, ” she cooed. ”the little prince is not so little anymore, ” you huffed, shifting Dakari higher on your hip. ”he will be a great warrior, ” she smiled.

”so far he is a certified genius and a great warrior. I'm afraid unyana wam will have the biggest head of them all, ” You teased, while Dakari giggled. You bounced him on your hip. ”T’Challa said you had some business plans for me?” You questioned the general. “Ah, Yes. I had them taken to your office when I decided to train.” She frowned apologetically. “Eh, I guess I will go do a final sweep through of the chateau before the construction workers come for renovations. Would you like to come with us?” You offered. “I am afraid I cannot. We are getting together to plan Ayo’s surprise party while she is out of town. “I was wondering who could convince the general to take a trip off,” You teased, I should have known only Ayo could do it.”

“Well, she was right. I trust that she can take care of T’Challa. We also needed to work on this party.” the woman admitted. “I will not hold you long then. I will be looking for my invitation in the mail,” you smiled. Okoye nodded once more before jogging over to the Doras. Your Kimoyo beads hummed gently on your wrist. You turned your palm up in surprise, before your mother’s hologram appeared from your beads. “So she is alive?” she sassed, raising an eyebrow in faux shock. “Hello to you too umama,” you sighed as you started your journey out to the car. “What is all that sighing for?” she frowned. “Because you aren’t calling about me mama.” She feigned shock, “Who says I am not calling about my wonderful, beautiful, daughter who can take care of herself.”

Mama, you have not asked about me since Dakari was born,” you frowned slightly. “Since you brought it up, how is my little Daka?” your mother grinned. Making kissy faces at the baby in your arms. “Goodbye mama,” you sighed about to turn your wrist over. “Wait a minute. I don’t know who you think you are, hanging up in your mother’s face like that. Don’t get too grown miss thang.” the older woman fussed through the phone. “I am sorry umama.” you apologized. “Now, I was calling to ask if i could hang out with you and Daka today. If you aren’t too busy?” she inquired. “Only if you do not mind watching him so I can get some work done.” you offered. “I never mind,” she grinned. “I’ve got to stop by my office to grab some paperwork then we will be by to pick you up.” you explained. “I am looking forward to it. See you soon babycakes.” She blew a final kiss into the beads. You turned your wrist over. Pushing open your office door, you grabbed the new files off of your desk. “What do you think about going old school today Daka?” you cooed. Walking down the halls, you quickly notified the security of your departure. Grabbing the keys to the car you shared with T’Challa, you stepped in to the brightly lit garage.

You sat Dakari on one hip, hoisting the baby car seat onto the other. You briefly sat dakari in the front seat. Maneuvering the seat into the car, you grabbed the prince and placed him his car seat. At your command, the seat belts slid into place. Ignoring Dakari’s cries of protest, you slipped into the front seat. Waving the metal key plate over the sensor, the car locked into your kimoyo beads. The engine purred quietly as you switched rinto reverse. Ari Lennox poured through the speakers. The city center fell behind as you headed to your mother’s house. You smoothly floated into the driveway. Not wanting to leave Dakari alone, and not necessarily wanting to take him out of the seat.You sent your mother a quick message.

A minute later she appeared on the front porch. Quickly locking the front door, she glides down the steps and into the back seat. After showering Dakari with kisses she settled in, finally turning to you. “Hey baby,” she smiled. “Hey mama.” You pulled the car into gear and quickly began the journey to Gracemeadow.

“How are you my love?” Your mom called from the backseat. Dakari latched onto her finger, playing in his own little world. “I’m good. Been rather busy lately.” You signaled a turn. The hover train passed by quietly. “That’s good. Are you adjusting to the new workload well?” She inquired. “ I believe so. Most of my duties are speaking and interacting with the people. Also with social outreach. The worst parts are paperwork and council meetings. I still prefer paperwork to having to deal with the elders,” you frowned.

“Ah Yes, those pompous pain in the asses,” your mother frowned as well. Your mouth fell open in shock. As long as you had known her, your mother was not one to use obscene language for no reason. “What? I have had my fair share of runs ins with the council,” she shrugged, the corners of her mouth turning up into the hint of a smile. “Believe or not, who the best friend of the king marries, is kind of a big deal. Council had your grandparents and I vetted twice.” She explained. “You’re joking right?” She laughed. “I wish I was..,” she paused, “speaking of Royal men. How is my son in law?” A laugh tumbled out of your throat before you could stop it. “What is so funny?”

“Mama. No one is married. You’ve been calling T’Challa your son in law since the day you met him. Back in year 10.” You smiled, recalling the way the then prince’s eyes widened in shock. “Call it mother’s intuition, but I just knew it was meant to be. You two were going to get together, and stay together. Albeit a very roundabout way, you both made the way back to each other.” She grinned. “And you both gave me my favorite grandchild.” She cooed over Dakari. “Mama, Daka is your only grandchild, unless there’s something I need to,” you started. “For now.” She interrupted. “Though. If T’Challa gets his way, he won’t be alone for long,” the older woman grinned as the car landed gently in front of the chateau.

“What do you mean has his way,” You turned to face her as she unbuckled your son. “Don’t try to fool me. The way you two go at it. Even now that Dakari is born, I’m surprised you’re not pregnant again.” She dismissed. Stepping out of the car with a sleeping Dakari. “Now I know he’s got a promise ring and a whole country on the premise that he’s going to marry you. But have you two talked about making it official?” She pressed following behind as you unlocked the wooden door. “It is official mama. I am a queen in training.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, that’s all good and great for you. But I mean wedding date official.” She insisted, shutting the large door behind her. Your sandled feet padded around on the tile floors as you searched the corners of the kitchen. “We will when we are ready mama. We’ve been in counciling for a few months. It’s been beneficial to us both. We both had some issues to deal with. The biggest thing has been trust and vulnerability. I am ready whenever T’Challa is, But I will not rush him to his decision. He needs to be ready to take that leap with me. If he’s not there yet, he’s not there yet. That’s ok.” You explained.

“ I am glad you all are taking the time to better yourselves. But is been ten years. 8 of those you’ve been together for. Time is marching on. Neither of your are getting any younger. Don’t you want to start a family?” She insisted. “We have started a family.” you rebutted. “One that is planned,” she corrected. You turned in frustration as she stared at you from the kitchen island. You sighed, gently falling back onto the kitchen counter. You took the moment to glance out he window, your mother lightly bouncing Dakari back to sleep. Your head dropped with the outpouring of breath. Searching for the right way to express your feelings. “For the past two weeks, T’Challa has barely said two words to me umama. It went from nightly calls to letters. Letters that he has passed to me through other people. For Bast’s sake they are typed mama. He doesn’t even take the time to write me a letter.” your voice quivered with unshed tears. You dabbed at the corner of your eyes where you felt tears beginning to form. “intombazana yakho,” your mother started as you wiped furiously at the tears that watered the roses of your cheeks. “I did not mean to hurt you,” she tried again. Laughter strangled its way out of your throat. The soft sound worried your mother. Shaking your head, you grabbed the closest dish towel to dry your eyes. “No, I shouldn’t have worried you.” you apologized. “I… I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I have done something. If I messed it all up.” Your mother frowned. Cradling Dakari in one arm she made her way over to you and pulled you close. “Do not blame yourself my love. Just talk to him.” she soothed, rubbing circles on the curve of your back. “And you never worry me ok. It’s my job to be here for you. Even now, when you’ve got a child of your own.” You nodded, continuing to gather the tears that streamed down your face.

The sound of the front door opening startled you both. “Hello?” T’Challa’s voice rang through the house. “Entle?” Your betrothed’s voice reached Dakari’s ears. Your son began to cry out for his father. As the footsteps padded closer, you turned to the sink, scrambling to wipe the tears from under your eyes. “Umama,” T’challa’s voice laced with surprise filled the room. You heard them embrace before Dakari’s giggled floated through the room. His change in arms was now evident. “Entle?” T’Challa addressed you, “Y/N? Are you not happy to see me?” he teased. “Come on Dakari,” your mom interrupted. “Come one baby boy, I’ll show you where you lived while you were in mommy’s tummy.” The little prince whined, his grandmother prying him from his father’s arms. The king waited until your mother had left the room before her approached you. “Entle? What happened. You fidgeted with the dish towel, straightening it over and over as you avoided the question that currently sat. Fat and heavy on your vocal chords. “T’Challa, did I do something wrong?” you whispered. “What? Why would you think that?” he came closer, turning you to face him. “I.. I just- You haven’t looked at me in weeks T’Challa.” you confessed.

“What do you mean,” he frowned, “We’ve been with each other every night. Multiple times a night love. I don’t think I could do much more,” he laughed cautiously. “No.. Not that… I mean that’s fine- I mean it’s great,” you rambled. “Then what do you mean entle. I cannot help until you communicate a problem.” he stooped down to catch your gaze. Which up until then, had been intent on studying the marble floors. “ Outside of the bedroom. In the halls, I try to catch your eye and you look the other direction. You are always out with Nakia or Okoye. You spend hours in the lab with shuri and ask not to be disturbed. You take dinner in your office. Alone. You come in. We have sex. Then you’re up before the sun, and gone long before I wake.” you spilled. Emotions flooded back into your voice. T’challa’s head dropped, and so did your heart. “It’s just, if- if you didn’t want me around anymore you should have said so.” the last words, tumbled out as a whisper. Silence smothered the room as T’Challa hung his head in silence. “I should have listened to Shuri,” he finally cursed. “What?” you asked tentatively. “I am sorry Entle,” he apologized. He took both of your hands in his own. “I was trying to surprise you.” he sighed. “I was with Nakia and Okoye trying to find a ring for you. So I could propose. I mean we went to every country in the world. I couldn’t make up my mind. So the last time. I asked Shuri to accompany us. And we found it.” his mouth broke into a grin. “I was planning this whole elaborate plan. And Dakari and I had matching suits.” his enthusiasm was infectious. You soon found yourself grinning slightly as well. “ I was trying to keep it a secret. I knew if I was around you too long I would tell it all. So I tried to avoid you,” his grin fell, “ but it seems I hurt you instead. I am truly sorry entle. I just wanted to surprise you.” he frowned. “Oh,” silence filled the kitchen once more, “ I guess I always ruin your surprises huh?” you joke half heartedly. He came to lean against the counter next to you. Intertwining your fingers, he pressed a light kiss to your knuckles. “Mhmm,” he hummed, “ I am sorry I caused you to doubt yourself. It was never you.” He assured. “Hmm… What happened with the ring?” you pried innocently. “Noo,” T’Challa laughed. “What. I just asked a question?” You shrugged. “I’ve already ruined the surprise partly. Let me have this one thing,” the king begged. “Fine,” you conceded. “You want something to drink?” You walked over to the large fridge, which you always kept stocked with water. “I am good. Shuri made us stop by her favorite restaurant before we came back.” He replied, watching you move around the kitchen. Fingering the velvet box in his suit pocket. “Oh,” you glanced over your shoulder. You grabbed a couple of water bottles out of the closet. Moving towards the fridge to restock the bottles. “Yeah, quite a curious little establishment.” he replied, watching as you moved back to the pantry for more water. “They are unlike any other american restaurant i’ve been to entle. I mean- They make tons of money selling chicken, and lemonade. While only being open 6 days a week. With reasonable hours.” T’Challa explained. Your snort surprised and warmed the young king’s heart as you placed the remaining bottles in the fridge. As his fingers ran over the black box, he knew this was the moment.

“Chick-fil-a?” your laugh pulled him back down to earth. “Yes! I have become quite fond of that American Lemonade.” he laughed. He took a deep breath, and kneeled behind you. “Think we could get it flown in for the wedding?” he finished. ‘Are you serious T’Challa? You laughed, closing the large fridge door. You shook your head turning to find the love of your life kneeling before you. Your gasp prompted him to speak. “Very. Because I want you Y/N Fezile to marry me. To be my wife, and raise our son together. And to sip lemonade together. You in the most beautiful dress ever created wearing my ring and my last name. Forever.”

I think we should call Chick-fil-a,” you cried ambushing him in a bear hug after a pregnant silence. His laugh filled the room, “We should huh?” You nodded as tears streamed down your face. He gently gripped your left hand and pulled the stunning ring out of the box. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks as it slid over your finger. “Its beautiful T’Challa,” you sighed. The ring glinted in the setting sun.”You are beautiful,” T’Challa pressed a kiss to the ring. Dakari crawled from around the corner. He plopped himself in the middle of you two. “Our family, is beautiful.” T’Challa corrected kissing his son’s cheek. “Our family is the future. And the future is beautiful,” You smiled. Pressing a kiss to both of your boys’ cheeks. The sun setting behind the small family. Only to rise again, over Wakanda. And its new royal family.

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airis-paris14 · 6 years

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Take A Break pt. 19

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

Warnings: birth, teasing, fluff, Father!T’Challa, black! Reader x T’Challa.

A/N: only one chapter left!!! Let me know what you think! And reblog please.

“Alright your grace,” the doctor begin as she prepared the birthing room around the royal couple. “Y/N, please call me Y/N” you interrupted. Dr.Mayre chuckled, “Not one for royal titles, are we?” you shook your head no as she begin cleaning off an area of your stomach. “We are going to induce late labor now. Now, in the best interest of the child, we are not going to speed up labor and we can not proceed with an epidural. This is already a high-risk delivery, we do not want to add in any more unnecessary factors.” the African woman explained as she inserted a needle into the side of your still swollen stomach. “Do you have any idea of how long she will be inlabor?” T’Challa questioned. “Do you have somewhere to be your majesty?” Dr. Mayre smirked as she moved to wash her hands at the nearby sink.

The king shook his head. “Then I suggest you get very comfortable your majesty.This could take a few minutes, or a few hours. The same as any normal delivery. Your body will proceed through the late stages of labour normally, so now we wait.” she withdrew the needle and began cleaning her area. “I have some rounds to complete. I will be back shortly. If labor pains begin, please let a nurse know in my absence.” the woman squeezed your hand softly before saluting her king, and exiting the spacious maternity suite.

“How are you feeling love?” T’Challa settled on the side of the bed and gently gripped your hand. “Nervous,” You sighed, one hand settling on your still swollen stomach. “I’ve never done this before T’Challa. I don’t know what I am doing. What if he doesn’t like me?” You worried.

“Who entle?” The king questioned. “Our son,” you whispered, your face falling. “What if I can’t be the perfect mother for him? He deserves the best, What if…” you began to ramble.

“Hey, breathe,” the man soothed running a hand over your curls. The king settled into the small bed next to you in order to pull you into his lap. “He will love you because you are his mother. And we are only human, neither of us will be perfect, but we can try our hardest. Together,” he smiled. “It is I who should be worried. You two have been close for months now,” The king jokes.

A short laugh escaped your lips, before worry and panic sank in as the first signs of contractions hit. Your face contorted in pain as a wave of searing heat engulfed your stomach and back. T’Challa shot up and allowed you to squeeze his hand as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. “Okoye!” T’Challa yelled as the contraction passed. “Ewe kumkani!” Okoye burst into the sound of the king’s voice. Please, find a nurse and inform her that y/n is in labor.” The king ordered. Okoye nodded quickly and nodded to her accompanying doras. Two broke off with her to race to find the nurse.

“T’Challa,” You panted desperately trying to remember how Ramonda had taught you to breathe. “I am right here y/n forever and always, ”The king kissed your hand as his was crushed in a vice-like grip. “Well not if you keep crushing my hand like that.” the king winced. Once the contraction passed you sank back into the hospital bed, seeking to lower your heart rate. “I… I thought… you were the… black panther?” you joked breathily. You groaned as another contraction washed over you. A whimper escaped as you reached out for T’Challa. When his hand found yours, he was abruptly yanked over to you. “T’Challa, I am not doing this again. No sex, no nothing.” You asserted. You released T’Challa back into his seat and slumped onto the bed.

“Entle, you do not mean that,” he insisted, questioning slightly as you narrowed your eyes. “Yes, I do,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “What can I do to take your mind off the contractions,” he quickly switched topics, silently praying you would change your mind once the baby was born. “I do not know T’Challa,” you cried out in frustration. The king sat back wrecking his brain before the perfect distraction crossed his mind. “I have a new outreach program in the works,” he began as a contraction rolled over you. You cried out in anguish as the muscles in your stomach and lower back tensed all at once. In the most painful way possible.

“T’Challa, is this really the best time to discuss work?” you sighed, as your body allowed you to relax once more. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I wanted to give you a distraction. I was only trying to hel….” the king started to apologize. “Where is she?” A sharp voice rang through the door.

“Mama!” you sat up as your mother and Ramonda burst through the door together. “Oh, my baby” your mother cooed flying over to yourbedside. T’Challa rose to greet his mother, who presented him with a hasty hug. “Umama,” the forgotten son called. The Queen mother placed a kiss on her son’s forehead before moving over to his girlfriend. “How are you my dear, are they too intense. No matter what my son says. We can and we will have them provide an epidural for you.” the mother rambled as she stroke your forehead. You groaned as another contraction rolled over your body. “They can’t perform an epidural, it will cause unnecessary complications in the delivery, T’Challa explained as you struggled to catch your breath. You nodded along with his statement. “I’m fine,” you finally breathed out. Your mother took to wiping the sweat off of your brow.

“How is mommy doing?” Dr.Mayre asked as she breezed into the room. You nodded, blowing the breath you had been holding out of your mouth. “Good, Good. Just keep breathing, we are gonna check out how dilated mommy is. Then I’m gonna prep some more for his highness to make his entrance.” the fairly young doctor explained as she quickly washed her hands. Everyone sat on edge as the woman checked under the modesty covering. “Good news,” she began, rising from under the cloth. “His Highness is coming quickly. Mommy is about 9 cm dilated. I wanna get to ten before we start pushing.” Dr. explained as she rolled over to the family. “Have we decided on who is staying in the room?” She searched the room. “I just….” You groaned as another contraction hit. “Want T’Challa to stay..” you breathed out.

Ramonda and your mother both looked up in shock. “Are you sure baby girl?” Your mom asked, brushing the short kinky baby curls back into your puff. “Yes mama. I’m sorry. But I want to experience this with T’Challa. We…” your face contorted in pain as another contraction rolled over you. “will be married soon. I want to see our first born with my husband,” you reach out for T’Challa’s hand.

“Very well then,” the mothers smiled kissing your forehead. “Keep her calm son,” Ramonda warned. The king nodded as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. Dr.Mayre reappeared from under the cloth. “Well mommy is at 9.5 cm. Once we hit ten we are gonna start pushing.”

You nodded in response squeezing T’Challa’s hands in your own. “We’ll be right outside the whole time,” your mom reminded before following Ramonda out of the room. “I… love you,” You smiled up at T’Challa breathily. “I love you too entle.” A few more contractions passed before Dr. said the magic words. “Ok sister y/n, are you ready?” She peaked over the cloth. You nodded, sitting up on both of your elbows. “Whenever you're ready, just give me one good push.”

“The good news is, he doesn’t have T’Challa’s head,” Shuri stated. “Shuri!” Ramonda hissed as she pinched her daughters arm half heartedly. Holding in a smile of her own. “He does favor y/n,” Nakia laughed gently rocking the baby. Hours later you all sat quietly in the hospital suite. Nakia, Ramonda, Okoye and Shuri, sat around the little prince. Nakia gently rocking him. You lay in the bed, your head cradled on T’Challa’s chest. His hands ran peacefully up and down your shoulders. Softly lulling you to sleep. “He has my coloring,” T’Challa insisted. “T’Challa, we are almost the same skin color love,” You laughed softly. “And my hairline,” he insisted.

“Yes, like that is a blessing,” Shuri rolled her eyes, fishing her nephews fist from under the swaddle. “Think about it this way, if he favors y/n in face. Then he’ll favor you in his mannerisms,” Okoye offered. Nakia and Shuri groaned instantly. “Like we need another old man in this palace.” Shuri teased. “Why don’t you all just go to your own rooms,” T’Challa fussed. “Relax,” you smiled. “He’s here and he’s alive. Safely. That’s all that matters.”

“And you. You are alive. I didn’t want to lose either of you,” T’Challa added. Pressing a kiss to your temple. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. The attention in the room back on your son as he let out a small yawn. “You have not slept since you gave birth.” The king encouraged. “But what if he needs me?” You asked, snuggling deeper into his side. “We’ll wake you up when he does. Sleep my love.” He instructed pulling you closer. “Sleep.”

“The room is finished your majesty.” Your eyes opened slowly as the whir of machinery swirled around you. “What room,” you whispered as you pushed yourself up in the bed. You smiled, your eyes finding T’Challa gently rocking your son bare chested. His eyes already locked onto yours. “Thank you,” he nodded to the messenger. “How are you feeling?” He placed your son back in his bed before walking over to you. “Why’d you put him down?” You pouted, the king wrapping his arms around you. “Because I wanted to hold my girlfriend in my arms. Am I not cute enough for you?” The teased. “Both of my boys are adorable,” you giggled pressing a kiss to your boyfriend’s nose.

“What room were you talking about?” You broke the silence as T’Challa held you gently. “It’s a surprise,” he replied. “Can I see?” You popped up from his embrace. “You can’t wait?” He chuckled disentangling himself. “Patience is not really my forte,” You smiled. “ ah, but it is a virtue, no?” The king teased. “Ah, But there are few people who would call me a virtuous woman after the hell I've raised in this palace,” You grinned. “I don’t think Wakanda would survive without me. The people need a little unpredictable.”

“It’s a good thing they won’t have to any longer. This time I’m keeping you right here y/n Fezile,” The king replied. Gently helping you into the wheelchair by the door. “I’d like that Mr. Udaku.” T’Challa picked up your softly whimpering son. He rocks him gently before placing him in your arms. “Say hello again to umama,” the king crooned as he kissed the wiggling newborns forehead. “Hello, Dakari, mama’s joy.” The newborn yawns before settling into his mother’s arms. “Hi baby,” you whispered. T’Challa smiled before rolling you both out into the hallway.

“I am sorry y/n.” He spoke after a period ofsilence. Laced with tiny gurgles from your son. “For what?” You frowned staring up into his beautiful brown eyes. The very same ones that were reflected in your son’s face. “ for everything. I uprooted your whole life. Very selfishly. Then I dragged you into this mess. Then the period of time where I neglected you and our son,” The king rambled. “Hey,” you called. Causing the king to pause. “Come here.” You sat up in your chair. Gently bouncing your son as he began to wriggle in your arms. “T’Challa, as long as we live in the past, we cannot move into the future love. Look at Dakari. He is the future. Our future together. No, it did not happen on my intended timing. Nor when I was expecting it. But he is here, and he’s perfect. That is all that matters. Yes, we both made mistakes in the past, but they all happened for a reason, so we must move into the future. Will it take time to get back to where we were? Yes. But we will get there. In our own time. We don’t need to rush, because now we’ve got forever.”

“Tears formed in the corner of T’Challa’s eyes. He allowed you to wipe away the tears with your thumb, pressing his face into your palm. “Now can I see the surprise?” A laugh tumbled out of his lips as he stood. He wheeled you to a door guarded by two Dora before nodding for them to open the door. The doors groaned open, unveiling a large nursery. The sun just setting over the mountains in the distance. A hand flew to your mouth as T’Challa wheeled you in further into the room. “I know you were staying in the chateau, but I hoped that now maybe, since Dakari is here. You’d maybe want to move back in?” The king asked nervously.

“T’Challa I, I don’t know what to say.” The King’s face fell slightly at your admission. “No, I understand. I’ll have them move the crib to the guest house.” He frowned. “No!” Yobacktracked. “No, I mean…. What I meant to say was. I don’t know how to thank you. I’d love to move back to T’Challa.” You smiled. “Oh,” a grin grew on the young king's face.

He moved behind you. Wrapping you and Dakari in his arms once more. The small family taking in the sunset. Together. “I have one more surprise,” The king started. “Is it my birthday?” You joked as you turn to face him. Your son turning in your arms. The king chuckled lightly, “No but I know how much you loved your job….. And I can’t help but feel that is my fault that you had to leave that job.” he frowned. “Hey, remember. We can not change the past my love.” you soothed. Running a hand along his jaw. “I know. But a man. Can attempt to right his wrongs.” he replied. “I am starting a new program. After, what happened with N’Jadaka. I must attempt to atone for more wrongs than that of my own. Starting with the lost tribe initiative. Here and in Sanctuary cities around the world. We will establish a center, to locate left behind children, spouses, and significant others of war dogs. Whether the war dog committed a crime against their country or they have moved on to the ancestral plane. Their loved ones will be brought here, if they so choose, and given all that is due to them. Such as housing, work, schooling, and a living stipend to help them off of their feet.” The king explained. You quickly quelled the cries of your son, before looking into T’Challa’s eyes. “That is wonderful T’Challa.” You smiled.

“I want you to be our head of operations. Y/N. I want you, to bring the first lost child home.”

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Kings Trip Ch. 10

A/N So I’m only 36 hours late. But I hope y’all enjoy anyway. I had fun trying to right for Erik. Let me know how I did. This series has been amazing and I hope to continue being apart of collaborations in the future. Love all of you all!

Next writer up is..... @mbakusthrone

Now where both of y’all niggas going?” Erik frowned as the two put the last finish in touches on their outfits. “I thought we could try to hit up the strip club again. Now that Nakia is gone.” He suggested.

“I’m going to see Max.” T’Challa replied,double checking the way his shirt fell open just below his jacket. “I have got a date with Muse.” M'Baku shrugged. “Wait. This nigga just got out of a one sided relationship,” the prince pointed at the king. “And yo barking ass just saw the same woman this morning. And y’all both pussywhipped niggas in less than 24 hours.” The prince slumped onto the couch observing the two men gather in their things to leave.

“Maybe you could go to this strip club, by yourself?” M’Baku shrugged. “Nigga. Y’all forgot why we here? It’s a Kings trip!”

“Well I only see two kings in the room right now,” M’Baku remarked. “If yo gorilla looking ass make one more smart assed remark,” Erik fumed. “Hey,Hey!” T’Challa held his cousin back. “This is why we are on this trip in the first place. We are here to bond. And Erik is right. We should be doing more together. So let’s compromise. Mbaku and I go out tonight. Then, everyone has to choose a group activity. Starting with the strip club.” T’Challa offered.

Erik huffed his assent and shrugged out of his cousins hold. M’Baku also nodded begrudgingly as he rose from the couch. “Good. N’Jadaka, we will be back later. Try to get out of the hotel.” The Wakandan king suggested.

The African prince trudged into the kitchen. Sighing he glanced at the fridge before noticing a small flyer taped to the door with a note, scrawled in T’Challa’s hand. Some of the students from the outreach center are participating in a poetry slam tonight. From what I have heard of this competition, I thought you might like to go. -T.

Erik unfolded the flyer from behind the handwritten note and glanced over the paper in his hand.

Monthly open mic featuring the Oakland Team

Admission is $5 to support the team’s journey to Brave New Voices. 6:30 @ Frenchie’s Bar and Grill.

“So little niggas think they got game? A’ight. I respect that.” Erik chuckled as he slipped the flyer into his pocket. He grabbed his keys and his wallet and jogged out the door.

The small restaurant was packed full of friends in family. Applause drifted out in to the night air as a poet walked off the stage.The young prince took a seat at the back of the small restaurant as you woman walked up to the stage. Thank you, Thank you all for joining us tonight!” the black woman beamed as her ankara print skirt swished around her ankles. “Thank you to the lovely Danielle for opening as our sacrificial poet tonight. Now I know this is not our usual venue, but the school auditorium is finally undergoing some much needed repairs. Thanks to the Wakandan Outreach center. So Tina and her team here at Frenchie’s has graciously opened their doors up to us for the time being and for that we are all grateful.” The M.C. took a moment to pause and begin a round of applause . The slight swell of her lips as she spoke into the microphone drew Erik’s attention as she continued. “Now we have just a few ground rules for tonight’s performances. This is an open space, where youth feel free to share their experiences. So we ask that you respect everyone and their experience. There is no right or wrong way to express oneself, unless it harms others.”

The prince’s eyes were drawn to her hands as the gestured wildly, making every movement she completed capture the full attention of her audience. Her smile almost blinded the prince as his ears fell back into focus. “And our last rule is to have fun and enjoy yourselves and the immense talent that these children have. With that, our first poet of the night is Deshawn. Please give him a warm round of applause as he makes his way to the stage.” The woman’s skirt swished around her as she moved towards the back of the room.

Erik followed her with his eyes before moving to stand next to her. She glanced up once before her eyes returned to the child on the stage. “Erik,” the prince whispered extending a hand. “Ah, the local rags to riches story. Oni, the kids call me Ms.O.” The black woman’s smile gleamed from behind her brown lips.

“You know who I am?” He smirked. “Who in Oakland hasn’t heard of you. Local kid, graduated with honors. Went to MIT, top of your class. When off and became a top military agent. Then more recently, a crown prince of Wakanda. In line for the throne hypothetically. You’re every little Oakland boy’s dream.” The woman shrugged, glancing down at her list as the young poet began to close.

“You don’t seem impressed,” Erik smirked. “As far as I’m concerned. You still just another nigga from the block.” Oni smirked.

Erik’s grin stretched miles wide as she went back on to stage. The young poets came and went as the night went on.

How’s the show? T’Challa’s message buzzed on his wrist. It’s dope. Thanks for letting me know.

No problem. Enjoy.😊T’Challa’s response was instantaneous. Nigga, don’t ever use that emoji again. Erik replied.

Why not? I am just displaying my appreciation.

“This nigga,” Erik muttered as his attention fluttered back to the end of the show. “Thank you all for coming. We host weekly workshops and performance opportunities. So join us every Tuesday at the community center. Get home safely and remember. You. Are. Loved. Goodnight!” Oni’s voice rang out over the studio as people began to filter out.

A few kids hung behind to talk to Oni before heading out themselves. Erik waited patiently as the last of the kids left. He startled the brown skinned woman as he placed a chair on the table beside her. “So you’re a ‘you can take the man out of Oakland, but you can’t take Oakland out of the man’ type of woman?”

“I guess you could say that,” the poet grinned while moving to another table. “What if I said I could show you more than you can imagine?” Erik offered. “I’d say, I don’t walk around alone with strangers.”

“What if I don’t want to be a stranger?” The Wakandan prince stopped moving. Oni took a deep breath, ignoring his suggestions. “I’ve really got to get home your highness.” she joked moving to grab her things. Oni walked around double checking lights as she called out a goodbye to The kitchen crew. “Ok, it’s late. How you gettin’ home?” Erik insisted. “I’m just gonna call an lyft or something. I’ll figure it out” the blackwoman shrugged as she strolled towards the front door.

“Let me figure it out for you. I’ll take you home,” he offered jingling his car keys as the vibranium car glowed. “Just because you got a fancy car, that probably cost more money than i’ll ever see in my lifetime, dont mean im gonna let you drive me home. You still just another nigga from the block.” the woman sassed opening the lyft app. “Look, tell you what. I’ll have my guard ride with us.” he offered.

“Why, so there can be two men in the car?” the woman deadpanned. “Hard pass.”

“Look ma. How much do you actually know about Wakanda?” the prince grabbed the phone from her grasp. “Negro give me my phone!” Oni hissed. “Just answer the question and I’ll give you the phone.” Erik bartered. “Ok, All I know is y’all rich and black.Now give me the phone!” Oni fumed as Erik held the phone above him where she couldn’t reach it.

“Erik!”

“I like the way my name sounds on yo lips ma.” the prince grinned. “Say it again.” Oni bit back a grin as she pouted. “Just give me the phone please.” Erik laughed, “You gotta say my name for it princess.” Oni sighed, “Just give me the phone Erik, please.”

Erik play moaned as he pulled the phone back into reach. Oni punched his shoulder as she closed the app for now. “Let me show you something different ok? Look, I’ll have Ayo come down here and if you still feel uncomfortable with her then I’ll have a car come take you home. Ok?” Oni sighed reluctantly as Erik called for Ayo.

“Your guard is a woman?” The woman questioned as Ayo appeared from around the corner. “Yeah the royal family’s personal guards are all female in Wakanda. Dora Milaje, the most elite group of warriors in Wakanda.” Erik explained. “More elite than the men?” Oni inquired. “Yeah, they can whoop your ass in a heartbeat.” Erik only half joked as Ayo approached. “Sikhulu wam,” Ayo saluted. “ Ayo, Oni here is worried about riding home with me alone in the car. I was wondering if you would ride with us to calm her nerves,’ Erik explained in his overly clear voice. “njengoko kufanele abe,” Ayo nodded. “As you should be,” the woman flawlessly translated.

“She’s kidding,” Erik reassured as he lead the way to the car.

Once everyone was settled into the car, Erik pulled off down the street, in the wrong direction. “Negro, my apartment is the other direction.”

“I know, we’ll make it there,eventually.” Erik grinned. “Eventually?” Oni shot up. “Chill ma. I just wanna get to know you. Since you know so much about me.” Erik clarified. “What’s there to know about me? The kids are my life. Parents died when I was younger. My aunt who raised me was killed in a drive by last year.” Oni shrugged.

“Damn, I’m sorry O.” Erik frowned as he pulled onto another street. “How much money the kids need to raise for that voices thing?” Erik asked once the traffic light hit green. “Huh?” Oni fell out of her day dream. “The flyer? It said yall we charging admission so the kids could compete later this year. “Oh yeah. It’s a national and international poetry slam. We’ve got a really good group of kids this year. But you know, parents trying to make ends meet, doesn’t usually mean they can spare money for a hotel rooms and meals. We like to give the kids some spending money too. It’s not often they get to get out of this community. We like to reward them, for staying out of trouble. It’s hard when trouble stares at you from every corner, ya know?”

Erik pulled to a stop in front of Oni’s apartment building. “Let me walk you up,” Erik hopped out of the car and opened the door for the woman. They walked in silence up the stairs together. “Can I see you again soon?” Oni finally broke the silence when they stopped in front of her door.

Erik grinned “Ah, you want to see me again?” Oni let a matching grin slide over her face. “Don’t get cocky nigga.” Oni laughed, “You are different Erik.” she conceded with a smile on her face. “You’ve got no idea ma.” Erik grinned as he pulled the woman into a hug.

“I guess i better go,” Oni gestured to her door. “Yeah. Good night,” Erik pouted. “I’ll see you soon, the woman smiled sadly, pushing open her door. “See you soon,” Erik saluted as he walked backwards down the hall. He waited till he heard her deadbolt click before he walked back out to the car.

He settled into the car, where Ayo was smiling from the back seat. “I like her,” the warrior grinned through the rear view mirror. “I feel like a having a burger, You want one A?” Erik ignored her comment as he pulled off. But his smile said it all.

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