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I Match You With T'Challa!

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  • He would first be attracted to the beautiful soul you possesed and displayed so effortlessly.
  • He at first would also be a little shy when he first spoke to you but you both would gradually become much more comfortable.
  • His warmth would easily make you feel at ease around him, he would never want to see you uncomfortable.
  • He would know of your inexperience with another and would take great care to treat you well as if you would break.
  • He would be very loyal to you, you would be the only one to hold his heart and he would be sure to inform you of it as often as possible.
  • He would notice your lack of confidence and attempt to open your eyes to reveal just how beautiful you truly were.
  • He would praise all the parts of your body that you deemed unworthy or flawed, and help you discover just how admirable you were.
  • Your height would provide him with the perfect opportunity to kiss the top of your head, something you both would enjoy.
  • He would adore your shyness, and would often kiss your nose and lips just to receive your flustered laugh.
  • His preferred sleeping position would your head tucked beneath his chin and his arms wrapped around you.
  • He would be very protective of you.
  • Your awkwardness would never anger him or frustrate him, he would be very understanding and do all in his power to be there for you when he was needed.
  • Many would be quite fond of your relationship, claiming it was rather adorable.
  • He would find your eyes very beautiful and claim it was his favorite feature of yours.
  • He would tell you loved them so much because he could see the gentle, worthy person that you never believed in.
  • He would call you, “My love.”
  • He wouldn’t fancy public displays of a affection, he would much rather show you his love away from prying eyes.
  • Shuri would love you, despite her constant teasing she would tell you that you were exactly what her brother needs.
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@chaneajoyyy and  @shaekingitup  quarantine writing challenge!

 Cold Coffee

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- guarded heart, Avengers

:Infinity War spoilers, Avengers:Endgame spoilers , mentions of death, emotional, fihgting, years fo denial, anger, strong emotional content, regret.

The coffee maker slowly lets the last drop of dark, bitter coffee fall into your pristine, green cup before you shut off the coffee maker in the student center lounge.

   It’s well after midnight, and ideally , you should have been back in your bed and fast asleep in your bed by now.

   Yet, here you are, straining your eyes under fluorescent light to study for your final the next day.  The only fuel that you’ve ingested since at least 9:30 in the evening has been one energy bar, and countless cups of coffee as you fight your battle against your worst enemy in your college days- Final. Exams.

The jet black words on the off-white page seem to be mocking you, laughing at your attempts to remember which formulas to use for what, your pencil lead and erase slowly whittling away as you write, erase, write again.

   ‘’Okay,’’ you speak more to yourself than the empty commons area, ‘’Let’s see if you got this one correct.’’

   A glance into the answers at the back of the book let you know that… no. You did not get this correct. You miss, miscalculate, misunderstood. Something.

   ‘’I’m going to be here all night,’’ you groan, placing your head in your hands, somehow willing yourself to keep studying when you want to give up.

   ‘’Um… if you are going to be here all night, I hope you don’t mind some company.’’

   You look up from the distress-inducing objects that are your math book and notes to see a young man standing there, laptop and books tucked neatly under his arms.

   He’s someone that you recognize from your Monday and Wednesday, nine a.m. lessons. He’s standing before you dressed in a plain t-shirt, green plaid pajama pants, and… are those bunny slippers.

   ‘’Ignore the slippers. They were the cheapest things at the campus store,’’ he speaks by way of explanation, ‘’Um, anyway. Do you mind if I join you?’’

   ‘’Um… no. No, not at all,’’ you motion to the seat across from you, watching as he pulls the red, plastic chair across the floor to sit down, ‘’At least now, someone is here to wake me up if I fall asleep.’’

   ‘’Not if I fall asleep first,’’ he smirks, a crooked grin illuminated by the lights of the enar empty student center, ‘’I know that we have met in class. Well, we have seen each other in class. But we have not met before. I am T’Challa.’’

   T’Challa- his name is as beautiful, simple yet complex. He speaks with a confidence that could only be birthed from within, not willing to reconstruct it in order to make it make sense to those who don’t care to attempt the three-syllable moniker.

   ‘’T’Challa,’’ you speak, his name somehow leaving a sweet taste on your tongue as you say it, ‘’It is nice to meet you, T’Challa.’’

   ‘’It is nice to meet you, too. I would like to stop calling you, ‘That girl that knows all the answers’. May I have a name?’’

   Much like you, T’Challa lets your name roll on his tongue as he speaks it, enjoying the way it falls out of his mouth, ‘’How beautiful. Well, we have our final exam in just a few hours. I suggest we study.’’

   So the two of you sit there, pouring over your notes and discussing the formulas and how best to remember them.

   ‘’I think that I am going to make a cup of coffee, ‘’T’Challa stands, stretching golden brown arms up to the sky as he stands, the plastic chair yet again scraping against the cold tile floors, ‘’Would you like a cup?’’

   You look to where you’ve somehow finished your entire cup of coffee in the last forty-five minutes, nodding as you do.

   T’Challa obliges by taking your coffee cup, rinsing it in the sink before turning the black coffee maker back on.

   You watch him as he works, keeping an eye on what he does. He pours the cream, scoops the sugar in, and turns off the coffee maker within a matter of five minutes.

   ‘’If anyone questions why the coffee maker is broken,’’ he begins, gliding back over to you with his coffee and yours in his hands, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips, ‘’I’ll say it had to do with you.’’

   ‘’You’d throw me under the bus,’’ you raise an eyebrow taking the cup from him and thanking him, ‘’Nice.’’

   ‘’This is my first cup of coffee. From the discarded pods, I’d say that this is at least your third.’’

   ‘’Observant, aren’t we,’’ you chuckle a bit, blowing into your coffee to cool it a bit, ‘’Alright. Let’s get back to this.’’

   The two of you spend the rest of the night studying. You take practice tests, review the formulas, go back and forth until you’re on your fifth cup of coffee.  until you look up to see that the clock reads 3 in the morning.

   ‘’I’d better get back to my dorm and hope that this caffeine wears off enough for me to sleep,’’ you take your glasses off, rubbing at your tired, red eyes before replacing them to get a clear look at T’Challa.

   ‘’I agree,’’ he speaks, picking up his third cup of coffee, ‘’As I continue to drink my coffee.’’

   You laugh despite yourself, the sound filling the room, ‘’I guess we’ll just go back to our dorms and lay down. I’ll see you in class, T’Challa.’’

   ‘’I will see you then, ‘’T’Challa agrees, standing again, ‘’Perhaps… perhaps tomorrow, after three, you would like to join me for a cup of coffee.’’

   You hesitate at this. You have one final at nine in the morning, another at 12, and one more at 6. You really should use that time to study. It’s the end of your freshman year, and you’re hoping that you won’t have to take any of these classes over the summer. You should stay focused, and leave the coffee date for another day, or decide against it all together…

   ‘’It is alright if you do not want to join me,’’ T’Challa quickly amends, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away, ‘’I know how stressful freshman year can be for people. It is fine. You probably are seeing someone any way.’’

   ‘’No, no. I’m single. It’s just that…’’

   You came to college with the goal of focusing on the endline- the endgame. Graduation. You, being number five of your grandmother’s six grandchildren, and the first to graduate from college. It has been drilled into your head for years- books now, boys later.

   You should say no. It is the practical thing, afterall. He’s a sophomore, you’re a freshman. You are still trying to figure things out, taking extra classes over the summer to hopefully graduate a year early and go into the job force as soon as you can.

   It’d be pointless to focus on him… because he has the power to side track you, as you’ve seen in your roommates.

   For all of these reasons and more, your answer to his proposal

   Knowing all of this… you still find yourself meeting this charming, handsome, upperclassman. Over coffee.

   ‘’So, you’re a freshman,’’ T’Challa begins the next day, sitting across from you, ‘’What are you studying?’’

   ‘’I’m a Business major,’’ you reveal, ‘’What about you?’’

   ‘’I am a Communications major,’’ T’Challa informs you as he opens up a packet of sugar, letting the small granules of snow white sugar fall into his coffee before stirring them in, ‘’Where are you from?’

   ‘’Originally, Atlanta, Georgia. My family moved here when I was ten. Where are you from,’’ you question, stirring your cream into your own beverage, nothing the way the coffee and the cream mix together to make your drink sweet.

   ‘’Wakanda,’’ T’Challa declares, ‘’Born and raised until I came here for university.’’

   ‘’Wakanda… wow. I can’t imagine being that far from my parents. I could go home if I wanted- they’re only two hours away. Even that feels like years at times. What made you decide to come here for school?’’

   ‘’A multitude of factors,’’ T’Challa leans back in his chair a bit, ‘’I Have a cousin that grew up in Compton, and I have spent some time here before. He got into NYU the year before I did, so I do have someone here. I also just… let;s just say that my family is very well known in Wakanda. I could not make a single move without anyone bringing up my family and their accomplishments. Here, I can just be… T’Challa. Not ‘ T’Challa Udaku, son of T’Chaka and Ramonda’.’’

   You can sense something leaving him when he speaks these words- whether it’s because he is revealing something that he has never told anyone before, or because he regrets doing do, or because he regrets holding it in that long.    

   ‘’What made you decide to go for Business,’’ T’Challa questions as you replace the lid on your coffee cup, taking a sip and savoring the taste as you do.

   ‘’I want to own my own business. I want to empower young girls, but especially younBlack girls,’’ you give away, running a hand over your cropped hair, ‘’I want them to have the confidence that I did not seem to have growing up.’’

   ‘’I sense that there is a story here,’’ T’Challa guesses, finally picking up his coffee and taking a sip, ‘’I would like to hear it, i you would care to share it.’’

   It’s complex in its simoletey, his response. Just like his invitation to meet him here today, T’Challa’s proposal has a light layer of something else covering it like a opaque film- you can sort of see what it is, but not easily.

   ‘’And why is that?’’

   ‘’I have been watching you,’’ he speaks confidently, ‘’In class. You are quiet, but you are confident. You do not need to shout to be heard. I would love to get to know you better. If you are open to that, of course. No pressure.’’

   There it is again- his effortlessness. He’s so sure of what he wants that he can ask without hesitation. It’s a smoothness, a suaveness that you think he must have been both born with ad had bred into him.

   ‘’What made you notice me,’’ you ask, cupping your cup with both hands, ‘’There are over a hundred people in that lecture hall.’’

   ‘’I know,’’ he begins, staring at the faux-wood countertop of the table that you are settled in, ‘’Like I said before… you are secure, yet you do not feel the need to boast about it. It is something that I like about you. I do apologize if I am coming off strong.’’

    Onyx black eyes stare into yours, something hidden beneath them that you can’t quite determine. There’s honesty mixed with a secret, vulnerability mixed with a strongness that you have not seen in anyone else.

   ‘’And you just zeroed in on me,’’ you run a finger along the edge of your coffee cup’s top, observing the man in front of you.

   You’re pretty good at reading people. You can tell what they are doing, thinking, and if they can be trusted. T’Challa is like a book- he can be read, but you can only go so far before you have to stop, unable to unlock the next chapter until he is ready.

   There is something there though… a story, much like your own. One that you want to read.

   Which is how you find yourself accepting another coffee date with T’Challa the next week, the Thursday before you’re set to go back to your respective homes.

   This is a strange predicament, because you find that you enjoy his company. And, without the threat of a final exam lingering over your head, you see how the clock spins, one hour merging into another, then another, then another.

   Pretty soon, you’ve been talking for four hours, about everything and some things and nothing all at once.

   ‘’So what made you want to cut your hair, ‘’ T’Challa questions after you alert him that the decision had been made, almost on a whim, yet somehow with much consideration, nearly two months ago.

   ‘’I have always wanted to go back to my natural hair,’’ you run a hand over your cropped curls, ‘’In a way, it felt like a new beginning. Starting over. Connecting with my roots.’’

   ‘’How so,’’ T’Challa leans back again, sipping his coffee as the sunlight enters through the window, illuminating his features and bathing him in its warmth.

   He’s beautiful.

   ‘’I just… It was nice. For once,I was not worried about what people thought about my hair, what they thought it should look like. It was invigorating, I guess you would say, to do my thing and have it be done. I have spent so many years just doing what is expected of me, so it was nice to do something for myself.’’

   T’Challa is looking out of the window now, a familiar look of knowingness mixed with an odd sort of desperation etched into his features, ‘’Believe me, I know how that is. I… My family expects a lot of me. It is my duty to carry on our duty to Wakanda. Somehow, though, I wonder if I had the choice, would I choose something else.’’

   ‘’And what would that be,’’ you question, breaking off a bit of your croissant to eat it.

   T’Challa seems to realize what he’s said, almost as if the worlds startled him by making themselves known, outloud, public for someone else to hear.

   ‘’I think that, that is a conversation for later,’’ T’Challa murmurs, looking to his watch, ‘’We should be getting back to the dorms.’’

   As mucha s you would like to press the subject a bit further, you decide against it. You fear that if you try to turn this page to read deeper into his story, the book will snap shut, and someone will get hurt. So you keep your mouth shut about his story, instead agreeing with him, taking your treat and coffees and riding the shuttle bus with him back to the dorms.

   ‘’I know that I will be going back home for the summer, as will you, However, I do want to keep in touch with you.’’

   ‘’You do,’’ you genuinely question, ‘’How come?’’

   ‘’I love your blindness, ‘’ he chuckles, handing you a slip of paper, ‘’Let me just say, we both have a story. I am interested in getting to know yours, and you seem to be interested in getting to know mine. So why not keep in touch over the summer?’’

   Again, you’re a bit taken aback by the calmness to his approach, how he knows who he is, and is willing to put himself on the line to you, someone who is secure in who they are yet is afraid of who others portray themselves to be.

   Because there is no guarantee that the pretty and fascinating cover matches the words on the pages inside.

   Still, you take his number, something deep inside of you beginning to be sparked at this moment.

   ‘’Sure, T’Challa. We will keep in touch.’’

   And keep in touch you do.

   It is strange, you feel, getting to know someone else’s story while allowing your own self to bread so deeply, so completely, so intimately.

   The summer births new notions- T'Challa is sweet, he is smart, he is kind. He mentions volunteer work as though it is his responsibility and not from the kindest of his heart. He offers to come see you when he gets back to New York in August. He shares stories of his younger sister, Shuri, who is his sunshine, his mother Ramonda, who is his comforter, his baba T’Chaka, who is his inspiration.

   You reveal more of yourself, too, slowly allowing T’Challa to take a look in between the lines, to come face to face with who you really are underneath pretty words and flowery images.

   A summer turns into the fall, and your story now has T’Challa written into it, his name so conveniently fitting on some pages of your life story.    

   His hand fits in yours just the same way as you stroll around campus, taking in the changing leaves and the cold chill of the air, cups of coffee in our hands.

   When winter fades into spring, he reveals the truth that he is a prince and that he must go back to Wakanda at the end of the next school year, and he’d understand if you did not want this with him, because it is a lot, even for him.

   His face in your hands, a kiss reassured him that, yes, you’re ready to see where this goes. Because you’re seeing how this story unfolds, and he’s a part of it now- him, his quiet confidence, and cups of coffee.

   A year later,a s he graduates, you meet his family, a milestone added as he begins to bring up marriage over a cup of coffee the next day as you catch breakfast before his flight back to Wakanda.

A cup of coffee serves as his welcoming gift to you the very next year when you step off of that plane and into his arms, ready to begin your life as queen-in-training.

Coffee motivates you for the next five years, the intense sweetness luring you out of bed and into daily lessons, work, and training to prepare you for the role that you will take as soon as King T’Chaka steps down, and T’Challa steps into the throne.

Coffee, as blacka s the light and as dark as T’Challa’s mood lately, serves as the first conversation starter after the untimely death of King T’Chaka. T’Challa, who has called himself off as of late, smiles a bit, shoulders relaxing a bit as he places the document that he’s been looking at to the side.

‘’Thank you, my love,’’ he whispers, taking a sip for the first time since he officially became the king and the Black Panther, ‘’I am tired.’’

‘’You need to rest, T’Challa,’’ you take his face in your hands, looking into his eyes, ‘’You can not go on this way.’’

‘’There is so much to do, entle. Meetings and festivals, surveillance duties… The job of  a king is never easy.’’

‘’That may be, but you’ll run yourself ragged. Then, you won’t be any good for Wakanda because you’ll be too tired. Please, T’Challa. Drink your coffee, take your break. We can’t worry about the things that we can’t chance… we’ll let our story be written, and we’ll smile again.’’

Those words…

Those very words are what stick inside T’Challa’s head six months later. He watches as you peer into the bottom of your coffee mug before looking up at him, mouth agape as you read the question written in the bottom of said cup, ‘’Will you marry me?’’

Your kiss, your yes, tastes both of coffee beans and happiness, salty with the tears that fall from your eyes as you scream yes.

Your wedding day is no different from any other day that you have spent with T’Challa- you’re watching the day, the beginning of a new chapter, unfold before your very eyes, coffee nestled safely in your hands as your stylist does your hair for your big day.

‘See you at the altar,’’ T’Challa had written in that delightfully handwriting that delightfully spidery handwriting that you’ve come to associate with your soon to be husband.

Coffee, it seems, shows up in every area of your life with T'Challa. In each new story, it makes its appearance. In each chapter, its presence is made known by its significance to a situation. It’s interwoven through your everyday lives, as well as in your special events.

Two years after you’re married, coffee is left on the table as the two of you discuss the arrival of the Avengers, and a place for you and Ramonda to go.

‘’I will not leave you,’’ you place a hand on his arm , ‘’Never.’’

‘’Darling,’’ T’Challa sighs, placing a hand over yours, ‘’I am afraid that is the best way. Then, you will be safe.’’

‘’You do not have to do this, T’Challa. Steve and the others can fight somewhere else, can they not?’’

‘’They need our help. And I am going to help them.’’

For everything that he is, T’Challa keeps his promises. He is a man of his word, and he knows who he is. It is the thing that you both simultaneously love and detest about him, because it means that there is no arguing ith him in his situation,

But he compromises- you can stay in the palace, just please, stay there.

‘’You can have a cup of coffee waiting for me,’’ T’Challa presses a kiss to your forehead and then to your lips before leaving his forehead against yours, staring in your eyes, ‘’I will be back before you know it.’’

And you know that he is being optimistic- T’Challa’s eyes shine with hope and he wants it to believe it as much as he wants you to believe it. So he says it with such earnestness that you can not help to do what he says as soon as he leaves you, to fight a battle that someone became both of yours.

So you make the coffee. You make it and you sit at the kitchen table, willing yourself to ignore the way your stomach is twisting, turning, and tossing.

You sit there for a while, and the coffee goes untouched. But T’Challa will be back. He has to be back.

He’s coming back.

A day. Two. Three.

And the coffee goes untouched, left cold, because you can’t quite bring yourself to move it, somehow still believing that T’Challa will come back, will keep his promise, will let your story finish writing itself

It’s sad, funny in a horrific way. Years of building a story were put to an end from one snap, and T’Challa is…


He never came back, he never got that cup of coffee like he said.

And you’re screaming at Steve Rogers, five years later, wbcause how dare he and his band of so-called heroes come your way, telling you they need your help? HOw dare they walk into the life you’ve been trying to build, putting your business degree to use opening a center for those affected by Thano’s snap.

How dare they come and try to interrupt your new story when all they did was burn the other one to crisp, leaving nothing but a simple pile of literal ashes of your love. All that is left are your memories, your wedding ring, the fragments of a cup broken against the wall, that once held coffee that was never drunk five years ago, but now holds years of tears, frustration, anger, hurt, each emotion  shining off of each shattered piece, glistening beneath the light of the room.

‘’On behalf of the queen, I will have to ask you to leave,’’ Ayo speaks, standing in front of you.

‘’We understand,’’ the one you recognise as Natasha speaks, pain behind her eyes mirroring your own, ‘’We are so sorry. And we will make this right.’’

You want to scoff, roll your eyes, and ask her how dare she.

But… but there’s something else there. Something you haven’t seen since you last looked at T'Challa’s eyes: hope.

Hope is what made you give T’Challa a chance, what made you accept a coffee date, what led to years of bliss with that man, what led him to fight to keep you and others safe.

   It is the same thing that has you walking into the Avengers’ meeting, all eyes on you.

   ‘’I want to help. I saw something in you that i have not seen in others in a long time: Hope. I’d like to experience that again.’’

   They are all sharing looks with each other, and Natahas is the first one that speaks up, ‘’We are going to bi=ring them back. We’re going to get T’Challa back.’’

For the first time in years, you find yourself believing. There’s a hope there. You’re going to get your husband back, the love of your life returning to your life.

‘’You’re not alone. I am here to help,’’ you respond, a small smile forming, ‘’And I am going to help.’’

‘’If you don’t mind my asking,’’ Tony Stark begins, eyes on you, ‘’What changed your mind?’’

‘’Thanos may have written my story. But if he can do that, I can, too. I’m getting T’Challa back. And the others, too.’’

So this is where you find yourself now- suiting up with one of T’Challa’s old suits, ready to defend and avenge him.

‘’What are you going to do when you see him again,’’ Natasha questions, eyes on you as she suits up herself.

‘’I am going to have coffee with the love of my li

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Pairing: T’Challa x reader

Chapter: One-shot

Summary: You have been dating the crowned prince, T’Challa, for quite some time now. But after his father’s passing, he must become more serious about who will be the future queen on Wakanda. Many doubt the reader’s abilities, even Queen Mother.


Originally posted by sahind

It’s no secret that the majority of Wakanda, including Queen Mother, does not approve of your growing relationship with T’Challa. No one has been out right rude to you in fear of what T’Challa would do to them, but their desire for Nakia to be the one in your place was loud enough.

“It’s not too late my son.” Queen Mother’s voice sneaks out of the throne room. You stand still on the other side of the door curious. “Nakia hasn’t rushed off on another mission yet, and I’m sure she would love to be more than friends.”

             All your life you have always been compared to others. The girl down the street has clearer skin, that one running the field has a better laugh, better personality, bright watt smile, more intelligent. With T’Challa you never left like you had to be anything more, that you were not less than others just because you weren’t the same.

             With the whole country watching that is a challenge. They have to accept you, if they do not then how can the people respect you by the kings side? Will they lay their allegiance to T’Challa with you in the picture? You feel your bottom jaw turn into concrete as it tries to keep a quivering lip still.

“Mother, you forget that I am with (Y/N).” T’Challa interjects, hoping to regain some of his mother’s memory.

“T’Challa, we both know that Nakia is the country’s favorite. They want to see her standing by your side-” His mother pleads but T’Challa places a hand up urging his mother to stop.

“(Y/N) would make a great queen. She is headstrong, kind and considerate, she is imaginative, loves Wakanda with her heart and soul. She can make the hard decisions. But most importantly,” he takes a step closer to his mother. “I love her and want her to stand next to me forever, the people will grow to love her as I have too.”

“She’s not worthy of you T’Challa.” You can hear him heading towards the door. Your heart races with the fear of being caught. You place your hand over your mouth and nose hoping he can’t hear your uneven breath.

“That is where you are wrong mother,” you don’t get to hear the rest because T’Challa slightly opens the door. Instead of becoming face-to-face with the soon-to-be King of Wakanda and current Queen Mother you bolt towards your room, but that doesn’t stop T’Challa from noticing your frame turn the corner at the last moment.

             You rush down the halls realizing it won’t take you to your chambers but hope they will lead you out of the palace. There is no point in staying where you’re not welcome, even though you know T’Challa would want you to. You know that T’Challa loves you and you always gotten along with Shuri, but hearing what his mother thinks of you brought out the worst thoughts of yourself that you’ve struggled with for years..

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) please, for Bast sake slow down!” T’Challa chases after you. Knowing that he will catch up you stop but keep your back facing him. “How much did you hear?”

“Oh you know the people, including your mother, wanting you with Nakia. That I’m not good enough for you… The truth.” Tears stream down your cheeks but your voice stands firm and unwavering.

“Who’s truth? If you heard all that my mother said then you surly heard me.” Coming to face you, T’Challa takes your hands in his. “(Y/N) you are the kindest, most generous soul I have ever had the privilege to know. You bring out the best in me, challenge me. (Y/N) you are who I want.”

“But T’Challa the people-”

“I choose you, (Y/N).” His chocolate eyes burn into yours begging for you believe what he does. “Marry me.”


             T’Challa interweaves his fingers with yours, and presses them against his chest. Looking into your eyes, T’Challa pierces your soul with his own. You take a deep breath as you feel the air around you thin. Since the moment you laid eyes on the prince – now king – he has always taken your breath away, caused your heartbeat to quicken, and physically drawn you to his being.

“(Y/N),” his voice is low, but soft. “I know you are terrified of what may happen if you say yes, but I am terrified of what may happen if you say no. There is no version of this life that I can conjure in my mind that doesn’t involved you. You’re my compass, my rock, my love. There is no one else I want by my side, ruling our country with me, one day being the mother to my future children. Please, (Y/N). Marry me.”

             Leaning your forehead against his, you never break eye contact. You search them for any signs of doubt in what he just said, but you find them singing the truth. Closing your eyes you try to regain control of your thoughts, your breathing, and your heartbeat. Calming down, you begin to notice how fast T’Challa is breathing, how fast his heart is beating against your hands. A small smile fights it’s way onto your lips as you lean in to place a quick kiss on T’Challa’s lips.

“Yes, I will marry you.”

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TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- disappointing dates, jealousy, lying, dating for money, 

T’challa has been on some bad dates.

    Like, some really bad dates.

    There was Trina, who spent the whole night talking about herself.

    Then there was Laila, who was obviously only interested in T’Challa’s status and wealth.

    Finally, there was Rebecca, who had her eyes set on Erik and figured that his cousin was the best way to get to him.

    But none of that compared to the evening that he had with you.   

    No, they all paled in comparison.

    This takes the cake.

    And he knows one thing.

    N’Jadaka is going to pay for this.

    Let’s start from the beginning.

    Okay. Obviously he thought that Nakia was going to be his date, not you. Therefore, he was already not in a bad mood. Because N’Jadaka has a way of wording things so that you can’t prove that he lied- but it’s clear that he lied.

    Still, he was there and he is still a gentleman. T’Chaka raised him better than to skip out when he promised to do something. So he escorted you out to the car, and opened the door for you.

    And he tried, he really did try. He tried to make polite conversation.

    ‘’So,uhh…. What do you study.’’

    ‘’I’m an education major,’’ you speak, looking at the road as you and T’Challa head to the concert.

    ‘’Oh, that sounds quite interesting. How do you like it,’’ T’Challa questions, turning into the venue.

    ‘’It’s Fine. I wouldn’t pick it if I didn’t love it,’’ you shrug, undoing your seatbelt as he parks the car, ‘’Nakia and M’Baku are inside. We should get going.’’

    With that, you slide out of the car, pulling your coat tighter around yourself as you make your way to the doors without T’Challa.


    This is going to be one long night..

    The concert passes without incident. He feels you shift next to him a few times, but he doesn’t glance your way once. No, he’s too busy looking out of the corner of his eye at Nakia. She is so beautiful. Her face lights up with each song and she excitedly taps her fingers against the armrest of the chair that they share. He finds himself chuckling as she shimmies in her seat a bit, dancing along to the songs.

    At dinner, he can’t help but secretly marvel at how well she keeps the conversation moving. She includes M’Baku, you and himself in discussions of various topics the whole time. At least you’re talking to somebody. In fact, if it wasn’t for Nakia engaging you in conversation,he would all but forget what you even sound like in the first place.

    ‘’I’ve had such a wonderful time!,’’ she announces as M'Baku helps her with her coat in the foyer of the restaurant. T’Challa, anxious to be just as much of a gentleman to you in the hopes that, yes, Nakia would notice - don’t judge him- gets your coat, only for it to be snatched away by you.

    ‘’Thank you,’’ you girl tightly at him, ‘’And thank you, Nakia and M’Baku for inviting me. And finding me such a lovely date.’’

    Your tone is dripping with nearly venomous sarcasm, and it serves to provide an awkward silence between the four of you.

    ‘’Well,’’ M’Baku clears his throat, ‘’I should be getting Nakia home. T’Challa, I trust that you’ll make sure that she gets home safe?’’

    ‘’Of course I will. It was nice seeing you again, M’Baku,’’ T’Challa shakes the other man’s hand before turning to Nakia with an effortless smile on his face,’’I’ll see you in class?’’

    ‘’See you, T’Challa,’’ she beams before pulling you into a hug, whispering something that T’Challa doesn’t quite catch into your heart before you respond with a hug and a nod, ‘’Good, love you.’’

    ‘’Love you, too.’’

    Then, Nakia and M’Bakus’s hands connect, fingers intertwined, and they are out the door.

    ‘’Are you ready to go?’’   

    ‘’Definitely,’’ you nod with a deadpan expression before following T’Challa out to the car.

    ‘’Quiet’’ doesn’t even begin to describe the car ride to your dorm. He could probably hear a pin drop to the carpeting of his car, it’s so silent.

    And when he pulls up to your door, he can’t help but question as you thank him with  less than sincere tone to your voice, just how one person could be so outstanding rude.

    The thing is, he does this out loud.

    Under his breath, but just loud enough for you to hear.

    ‘’Rude?,’’ you turn to look at him, eyes wide, ‘’I’m the rude one? Oh,that’s hilarious.’’

    ‘’There is nothing funny about how you’ve treated me tonight,’’ T’Challa huffs.

    You raise an eyebrow, mirroring his expression, ‘’You’ve got nerve. You spent the whole night staring at my cousin like I wouldn’t even notice. And don’t think that I did not notice those flours. Obviously you thought that you were going on a date with her and not me.’’

    T’Challa sits in the driver’s seat, trying to process what you just said.   

    ‘’That’s right. The girl you’re obviously in love with is my cousin. So please forgive me if I thought that this was going to be a real date instead of a disappointment,’’you shake your head, unbuckling your seatbelt, ‘’Goodbye, T’Challa. Have a good night.’’

    With that,you get out of his car, slamming the door shut and storming into your dorm.

    As T’Challa watches you go, he realizes three things.

    One- he feels terrible now.

    Two- he’s got to make it up to you.

    Three-He’s definitely going to make N’Jadaka make up for this.

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Why hello! Here’s another chapter! Hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think!!

Disclaimer: I only own Sofia…. Unfortunately!

Warnings: language mostly



Originally posted by karelinadean

Chapter 29

“Shuri! Give me back my phone!” I hear T’Challa yell through the phone and laughed.

“Are you kidding me brother? You always talk to hear when she calls, I believe this is my turn.” She answers out of breath. I bet they’re running around the lab. I chuckle when I hear them fall to the ground. T’Challa must’ve caught her. There’s some struggling sounds and they yell at each other but eventually I hear the deep voice of my boyfriend through the phone.

“Hello my darling.” He greats me.

“So, you’re the big winner.” I laugh, making him chuckle too.

“You know that for you I’ll always win.” He tries to flirt.

“Could you get any cheesier?” I chuckle again. He was going to say something but all I could hear was a loud high-pitched noise and then I couldn’t move. Somebody turned me to face them and Obadiah’s face appeared in front of me. He creepily smiled and took my phone away, hanging up on T’Challa.

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    TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- MENTIONS of kissing, dating, smooth talking, T’Challa is a player, bullying, casual relationship, pettiness.

Lesson 1: Don’t bite off more than you can chew.

The sunlight streaming in through the window is making the spot on the bed just beside you feel warm to the touch, but that’s not the reason that every inch of you feels like is currently being ignited with little fires. No, that overwhelming situation is currently because of your best friend, T’Challa Udaku.

T’Challa Udaku has been your best friend since eighth grade, when you moved to Wakanda because of your dad’s new job.

Your dad was Wakanda born and raised, and your mother was not. Still, when he got a better job offer as the king of Wakanda adviser, he had to take it. You and your mother were allowed to  move with him. King T’Chaka had a nice house all made up for the three of you. Your mother was able to continue her hair business, and your dad was able to enroll you in one of the world’s finest schools.

Getting adjusted to the movie was hard, but getting used to going to a new school was the tricky part. Some of the students are nice, and the teachers were as cordial as possible. However there were all those people that made you feel like you didn’t fit in. That you weren’t fully Wakanda and, so how did you belong in this world? And how did your mother? To say that the first few weeks at the school where a nightmare would be an understatement. SO you kept your head down and focus on your studies, all while simply wishing for one thing- the acceptance of a friend.

Insert T’Challa.

T’Challa has always observed first, and taken action later. He’d seen the way you were treated, and it didn’t sit right with him. However, being the prince of Wakanda meant he couldn’t resort to bullying and name calling the way that his peers did. No, he had to make a statement in a much more subtle way.  So he sat with you at lunch the next day, then joined you for gym and lunch the day after that, and slowly worked himself into being a normal part of your every day study hall routine.

You two have been friends for seven years now, and you honestly can’t think of anyone that you trust more than him.

T’Challa Udaku.

Your best friend.

Your best friend who is currently giving you the greatest kiss of your life right now.

He smiles against your lips as you smile into kiss, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek before scooting even closer.

The only sounds that fill the room are the sounds of both of you breathing and the low music he’s currently playing from his phone and it’s hot and it’s timid and this is amazing. Nothing short of amazing.

The timer goes off behind you and he pulls away from your lips with a gentle smack, allowing the both of you to catch our breaths.

‘’How was that,’’ you question as T’Challa reaches over to switch off the alarm.

‘’Not bad. Gets better every single time.’’

‘’I bet you say that to all of the girls,’’ you tease, rolling your eyes as he chuckles.

‘’None of the girls that know you, though,’’ he smirks, ‘’Anyway, that was nice. You’re a good kisser.’’

‘’I learn from the best,’’ you shrug nonchalantly, all the while trying to be still your beating heart.

‘’You’re gonna wow him  on your date. I guarantee it,’’ T’Challa reassures you.

Okay, here’s the thing. Yes, T’Challa is your best friend. Yes, you find him attractive and for a while you even thought that the two of you would be together. But with the way he’s been chasing after that girl from your political science class, Nakia, you know it’s best to be just friends.

    But T’Challa is a real player. Smooth talking is a natural ability for him. You, being his best friend, have heard about every single girl he’s ever been on a date with and you know how that ends. With girls heartbroken, pining after a guy who’s already moved on. T’Challa avoids getting attached, avoids catching feelings.

    Which makes him the perfect guy to practice your own flirting, kissing, and dating with.

    ‘’Text me when you get back to your dorm. Tell me how it goes,’’ T'Challa stands with you, handing you your books, phone and bag.

    ‘’I will. I’ll see you later, T’Challa,’’ you smile, kissing his cheek before leaving out.

    He watches you go, making sure you get to your car and drive off. As soon as you do, he looks to his phone, seeing if Nkaia has messaged him back yet.

    No such luck.

    T’Challa’s not an idiot. He know that his reputation precedes him, that Nakia probably already knows about the string of broken hearts he’s left behind in his wake.

Then, there’s you. With the amount of time that the two of you spend together, it’s no wonder more people don’t think the two of you are dating.

    But you are his best friend and that’s that and even if he questioned if you two could be more briefly in the past…

    No. The past is the past, and he’s got his sights set on Nakia. You’re just a friend. A friend he likes kissing a lot, just a friend.

    The past is the past and there’s no bringing it back. He can’t change it, and he’s not even sure that he’d want to. You are his friend, he is yours, and he’s cool with that.

    You both know what this is, so there’s no chance of either of you getting hurt.


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Author Notes: There are a lot of words here like this is probably the longest chapter I’ve written for this fic thus far. I’m talking 6k+ words just for this chapter so it’s under the cut for obvious reasons. I told y’all I had some Daddy!Challa coming. So strap on in and secure your wigs. ALSO IT TOOK ME ALL DAMN DAY TO WRITE THIS SO Y’ALL BETTER LIKE IT


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Characters: T’Challa x Honey (OC)

Word Count: 2, 480

Warnings: Slight smut, language, adult themes

Her thick brown thighs seemed to be the main attraction that night. The short gold, spandex dress was no match for her legs.

As her lips parted to recite her most recent work, the Prince’s eyes found her’s. There he was sitting in the corner of the room. Away from everyone as if he was hiding. As his lips rested  against the glass, Honey spoke. Taking a sip of the numbing potion, he drank in her appearance. Warm brown skin with a hint of cinnamon. Dark brown eyes that held many stories. Lips - oh her lips. The way her bottom lip poked out a more than the top, giving her a delicious pout. When she licked them, that bottom lip being tugged between her teeth made the Prince adjust in his seat.

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Plot: A T’Challa one-shot based on Jill Scott songs.

This is only a peak into a one-shot I plan to have posted in the next few days. Let me know if you want to be tagged once I post it. 

Her thick brown thighs seemed to be the main attraction that night. The short gold, spandex dress was no match for her legs.

As her lips parted to recite her most recent work, the King’s eyes found her’s. There he was sitting in the corner of the room. Away from everyone as if he was hiding. As his lips rested  against the glass, Honey spoke. Taking a sip of the numbing potion, he drank in her appearance. Warm brown skin with a hint of cinnamon. Dark brown eyes that held many stories. Lips - oh her lips. The way her bottom lip poked out a more than the top, gave her a delicious pout. When she licked them, that bottom lip being tugged between her teeth made the King adjust in his seat.

I just don’t know where I should go.

So, slowly, surely.

Her tone was sultry and demanding. It was smooth and alluring. She commanded the stage, looking every club goer in the eye as she spoke.

Anybody that can listen, come listen.

Having faith in the rest of you, will be an amazing awakening.

Again, she caught the young King’s eye, locking her gaze on him longer than she did anyone else in the room. The way he stared back set her body on fire. That blaze finding its way between her legs causing her womanhood to become curious. Who is this man? I want to get to know him, she purred.

There’s power in them rolling hills, come on.

Honey began to move her hips to the soulful beat the jazz players performed in the background. Her spoken word was always mysterious, yet sexy. She had a way of making people hang on her every word. The King of Wakanda was no different. Visiting the States for a month on a mission, he found himself at this particular club a couple of times during the week. It was tucked away downtown. The first night he saw Honey perform, she didn’t notice him. By the third night, her eyes searched the small room until she found him. This went on for weeks and they had never met or spoke. Honey would come up and perform new work, have one drink, then return home.

Tonight, T’Challa vowed to meet her. He had grown tired of watching from afar and needed to know her.

You’re in so deep, I’m breathing for you

You grab my braids, arch my back high for you.

When Honey finished her set, the King approached her at the bar where she was ordering her favorite drink. Rum and coke. Before he could even open his mouth, the beauty turned her head, a smile already forming on her red lips.

“I was wondering when we’d finally meet,” she said.

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Hiiii! Don’t kill me please! I know I haven’t posted a lot but I’m not gonna lie, I just haven’t been feeling up to it. But anyway, let’s forget that! Here’s another chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! I like to know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: nothing that you think is familiar is not mine… just little old Sofia!

Warnings: Language



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Chapter 23:

One thing that I forgot to say to Loki was where on earth I wanted to go… and that’s exactly why I ended up in Australia. Yes people, Australia. I guess that I didn’t want to tell him a specific location so he wouldn’t think that I was leaving him for the others. Which in a way is what I am doing. I do feel bad about it, but it was getting suffocating to stay on Asgard. So, here I am, in Australia, in a bench, waiting for Okoye to pick me up. I called Shuri and asked if they could pick me up. I would’ve called Tony, but we’re still mad… I think. We do have to talk about that. Maybe… I’ll think about it.

To my surprise, the ship arrived faster than I thought. I got in and was welcomed by Okoye who smiled, we hugged.

“Welcome back Sofia!”

“I missed you so much!” I said, squeezing her.

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Warning: fluffy fluff, T’Challa being a lovesick fool but he’s our lovesick fool, T’Chaka is alive, Very non-canon. *I also slipped in a “Fresh Prince” reference so anyone who peeps it gets a gold star *

“Seems like every time I get the chance
I lose my cool and I blow it
And I get all tongue tied
Lost in your eyes
I’m a fool and I know it” - Chris Brown


A/N: I know it has been 5ever since I posted something but I’m back, y’all! I hope y’all enjoy this!


“Yo did I miss it?! Did I miss it?! Yo Please tell I did not miss this shit!” Erik plopped himself next to Shuri as they observed T’Challa who was standing a great distance from you.

Shuri shook her head, giggling a little. “Nope. He is still working up the courage to talk to her. I bet you 10 dollars he says something stupid and has to make a hasty exit.”

“I bet you 20 he freezes before he can say any dumb shit.”

Shuri shook hands with Erik. “You are on, cousin.”

Yes, T’Challa’s little sister and cousin are making a bet on how he is going to fail at asking you out this time. The poor prince had an ongoing crush on you, a beautiful and tough war dog. You were sweet but weren’t hesitant to fuck shit up when necessary. His crush was obvious while you were harder to read. Everyone knew T’Challa had feelings for you except you. You thought the prince never wanted to talk to you because you seemed more intimidating than you meant to. You turned around and spotted T’Challa slowly coming closer to you. You had to get rid of your resting bitch face so you decided to smile at him and salute.

“Yam nkosana. How are you this afternoon?”

T’Challa blinked rapidly, looking stunned in his spot. He was completely frozen staring at you and you got scared you did something. You waved a hand in his face.

“My prince?” You questioned full of concern.

Erik cackled in the distance but you didn’t hear him. “BWAHAHA I KNEW THIS NIGGA WAS GOING TO FREEZE! PAY THE FUCK UP, PRINCESS!”

Shuri murmured out of annoyance while shuffling through her little purse. “The one time I have a little bit of faith in T’Challa, he disappoints me. Ugh.”

Zoya, one of your fellow War Dogs, ran up to you tugging on your wrist.“Y/N! We need you to discuss the mission plans! Nakia and Asha have two different ideas on how we go about it! They are fighting, as always.” Zoya looked at the prince and developed an embarrassed expression on her face. “Yam nkosana! Nice to see you, as always! Sorry to interrupt but we really need Y/N.” She saluted him and it took T’Challa a few seconds to register his current situation and saluted back hesitantly. 

He gulped hard, focusing his attention on Zoya. “Nice to see you as well, Zoya. And you are free to go on and take her away.”

She smiled then grabbed your hand leading away from the Prince before you could get a chance to say bye. 

‘Free to go on and take me away?’ You thought sadly. He didn’t speak to you at all. You probably smiled too wide and creeped him out. Nice going, Y/N.

Meanwhile, Prince T’Challa was repeatedly slapping his forehead in frustration. Why couldn’t he just ask you out? What was so difficult? He would be ready to do it then becomes speechless when he gets your attention. He’s a fool and he knows it.

“Really nigga? You really said “free to go on and take her away?” How stupid are you?” Erik shook his head and clicking his tongue in disapproval. “You’re the first in line to become king and you can’t talk to a female.”

“Please, N’Jadaka.” T’Challa groaned out of annoyance.

Shuri piped up. “He’s right, T’Challa. How do you expect to find your future queen if you can’t even say hi to a woman?”

Erik began to cackle. “I’m not complaining. Shit, if this nigga doesn’t reproduce, I’m closer to getting the throne.”

T’Challa grew frustrated. “I do not need this.” He began to walk away when his cousin grabbed him by his bicep.

“All jokes aside, you need help talking to her? I can help you.”T’Challa eyed him skeptically and Shuri shook her head in disapproval. His thug cousin from Oakland giving him advice on courting a woman? That had to be the mother of bad ideas. “See, all you gotta do is-“

“No, no, no. Do not listen to him! The way he talks to women will not get a date with Y/N. I guarantee that!” Shuri glared at Erik causing him to suck his teeth. “I can tell you what to do.”

“Nah! You can’t seriously be taking advice from a 13 year old!”

Shuri scoffed, clearly offended. “How dare you? I am 16!”

“16 seconds past 13. Congrats on finally being a teenager.” Erik turned back to T’Challa. “Like I was saying, all you gotta do is-“

“Enough!” T’Challa shut him down and both of his relatives looked stunned. “I will be fine. I do not need the advice, thank you.” He walked away muttering out of irritation and the other two royals watched him. Erik shook his head, sucking his teeth.

“He’s gonna fuck up again.”

“Yes he is.”

They were absolutely right. Once you came around T’Challa again at the council meeting discussing the war operations with the king, the prince turned into a babbling, flustered mess as Erik and Shuri watched in amusement. When the meeting came to an end, he mentally berated himself for his repeated fuck up. 

The king observed his son with concern. “My son, what is going on with you?”

He sighed. “Nothing, Baba. I’m just tired.”

“Tired of being a pussy nigga.” Erik muttered under his breath and laughed at his own statement.

The king was genuinely confused. “What was that, N’Jadaka?”

“Unc, he has a crush on one of the war dogs, Y/N. I think it’s pretty obvious which one is her. He can’t even talk to her.”

King T’Chaka cooed in understanding and chuckled. “Ahh I see. I was worried that she was too intimidating for you. I was about to send her away.”

“Don’t do that!” T’Challa responded quickly, raising the eyebrows of the remaining family members. He regained composure and cleared his throat. Shuri rolled her eyes speaking up.

“Even though it is very entertaining watching you make a fool out of yourself, it is also sad. You must court her soon.” Shuri turned her father. “He doesn’t know how to talk to her and rejected our advice.”

The king chuckled again. “Because he needs the advice of his father who has been happily married for years now.”

“No offense, Unc, but you got with Auntie like 100 years ago. This is 2018. Getting women is different now.” Erik came up to T’Challa, getting his attention. “I’m telling you, T, all you gotta do is-“T’Challa held up his hand ceasing his cousin’s talking. 

“No offense, cousin, but I will take my father’s advice. He is married to a wonderful woman like my mother.”

King T’Chaka smiled widely at his son’s words. “It is very simple. You are a prince! You are born to be suave and confident! Women love that. Your mother certainly did.” He leaned closer to his son. “Remind her that you are royalty. Heir to the throne! Brag about yourself!”

“Mhmmm I shall do that. Thank you, Father.”

T’Challa went on to take his father’s advice and it did not work at all. You were feeling the confidence until it turned into arrogance.

“So what are you trying to say?” You had your arms folded with an obvious scowl present on your face. “Are you insinuating that I’m some kind of gold digger?”

T’Challa’s eyes widened in shock. “No! Not at all! I am just saying I’m heir to the throne and will be the Black Panther. I’m more than suitable to be your companion.”

You snorted shaking your head. “Wow. I thought you were a nice and humble man. I guess I was wrong.” You walked away, disappointed that your crush turned out to be an ass. You saluted Queen Ramonda as you walked past her and she stared at her son in confusion.

“What did you do to Y/N? She seems very upset.” She observed your departing form as she walked up to her son.

T’Challa sighed deeply slapping his forehead. “I messed up again, Mama.”Erik, Shuri, and W’Kabi approached T’Challa from behind with a mix of amused and disappointed expressions.

“Wow I guess Baba’s advice didn’t work.” Erik smirked sarcastically at his cousin. “Are you ready to hear some real nigga advice or what?”

The queen’s eyebrows furrowed, displaying her puzzlement. “What advice did your Baba give you?”

“He said he approached you confidently and bragged about his status.” T’Challa replied and her mother groaned loudly in response, rolling her eyes.

“That is a lie. That is not how he courted me. He sent his friend to come talk to me and I-“ The queen paused and sucked her teeth in realization. “Who is this woman he bragged to? I will be right back, my children.”The fuming queen turned on her heel and scurried to confront her husband. 

Shuri and Erik followed her and his amused laughter was heard from a distance. “Oh shit! Unc was one of those niggas? Damn shame!”

W’Kabi cleared his throat resting his hand on the poor prince’s shoulder. “Would you like me to tell you how I courted Okoye? It’s very simple. I gave her a gift and asked her out.”

T’Challa turned his attention to his longtime friend and sighed. “What did you give her?”

“I gifted her a rhinoceros. She loved it and fell in love with me. I am sure Y/N will love it too.”

So the smitten prince purchased a rhino for you and was damn near positive this would win you over. You and Okoye are both tough women so of course you guys would both love this pet.

He couldn’t be any more wrong.

T’Challa has approached you to apologize for before and being the sucker you were for him, you accepted his apology. Even though you told him he didn’t have to, he insisted on giving you a gift to make up for it. The prince whistles and at the moment, your life flashed before your eyes. A 5,000 pound rhinoceros came charging towards you and you began to dodge it effectively.

“T’Challa! What is the meaning of this?!” You screeched when you jumped the top of a tree. The beast began to ram into the tree and the stunned prince finally sprung into action.

“I don’t know why it’s acting like this but you love it, yes?” He questioned sheepishly.

“No! I’m terrified of rhinos! You didn’t know that?!” You snapped jumping onto another branch. T’Challa slapped his forehead. Aww fuck. Once the rhino focused its attention on the prince, it began to charge when Okoye appeared between them.

“Berko! What are you doing attacking the prince?! You do not do that! We have discussed this!” Okoye scolded the animal causing it to turn from a ferocious beast to a tame, obedient pet. She sighed feeding him something from her and petted his head as he made a sound of content.

The general smiled softly. “Ahh you were just hungry. Who is the idiot that would let you out without feeding you first?”

T’Challa scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Maybe the culprit is not an idiot and just trying to impress the girl he likes, general. Maybe Y/N, specifically?”

Okoye chuckled still petting the animal. “No if he did that, he is definitely an idiot. Y/N may seem fearless, but she is terrified of rhinos.”

T’Challa threw his hands up in defeat. “Now how was I supposed to know that?!”

Okoye ceased her laughter and looked at her prince astonishingly. “You are the idiot? Bast!”

T’Challa groaned at himself and glanced up at the trees. You were nowhere to be found and he cursed himself. First, he is arrogant, then tries to kill you. Great.

“Let me guess. My beloved husband told you to do this, yam nkosana.” When T’Challa nodded, she snorted. “With all due respect, you two are idiots. Yes, he gave me a rhino as a gift but that’s not what made me fall for him.”

Before he could ask her what did it, Okoye had to rush to attend to an emergency. T’Challa relays the story to Erik and Shuri who shook their heads at his story.

“Nigga, I don’t even know Y/N like that but even I knew she didn’t fuck with rhinos.” Erik sucked his teeth. “And you swear you like her.”

Shuri piped up. “Would you like to hear my advice?”

When T’Challa gave her his full attention, Erik spoke up. 

“Nah hold up! I know you ain’t taking Pipsqueak’s advice before you take mine!”

T’Challa shrugged at his cousin. “She is a girl and so far, listening to the men in relationships is not working. Besides, you are single. What do you know?”

“I’m single by choice!” Erik snapped then sat back and waved him off. “But nah go ahead. Listen to the little girl advice.”

Shuri ignored him and spoke. “Brother, it’s simple. Just be yourself and tell her how you feel.” She proposed causing T’Challa and Erik to blink at her repeatedly. 

Erik scoffed shaking his head.“That is the worst, most cliché bullshit idea ever. For someone with an IQ of 170, that’s disappointing.”

Shuri rolled her eyes in annoyance and T’Challa turned to his cousin sighing. “Fine. Let me hear your idea, N’Jadaka.”

“Yeah. The right idea.” Erik sneered at Shuri and leaned in closer to T’Challa. “You see, all you gotta do is approach shorty like a thug. Women love it when you’re rough with them. They like a nigga who’s gonna tell her to jump and she gonna ask “how high?”

“I’m not sure about this idea.” T’Challa raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Listen, all you gotta do is act like she’s not the only girl in your eyes. Like you got other options so she’s lucky if you’re entertaining her. It works, trust me.”

“Do not trust him! No women would like that!” Shuri protested when she saw that her older brother was seriously considering Erik’s idea.

Erik put his hand up. “Shut up and let me demonstrate.”

He went on to walk up to one of the maids of the palace while his cousins examined the scene in curiously.

“Prince N’Jadaka.” She saluted.

“What’s up, baby girl? I’ve been thinking about you.” Erik licked his lips and looked her up and down. 

“I was thinking about taking your fine ass out.”The girl glanced away shyly at Erik’s advances. 

“Oh I don’t know…..”

“See ma you keep playing with me and I ain’t got the time for the games and shit. If you ain’t with it, I can easily get another girl.”

The girl’s eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. “No! No! I will cease the game playing and be your “ma”

The two royal siblings were astonished at how Erik’s tasteless treatment of the maid is actually working for him. So women liked getting disrespected? This was new to T’Challa.

Erik grinned widely. “Aight then. 8 o’clock. We going out and you better be wearing something sexy. Now hurry up and write your number down before I don’t want it no more.”

“Yes, my Prince.” The girl followed his order, smiling timidly and scurried away to tend her duties before the time rolled around for her date. Erik glances at his cousins and smirked brushing off his shoulders.

“And that….” Erik did the Harlem shake. “Is how you do it.”

T’Challa grinned seeing how it played out for his cousin and decided to go with his plan.

Which was a very, very bad idea.

“What is up, baby girl?” T’Challa smirked at you as he placed his arm around your shoulders. You gazed between him and his hand. What the fuck?

“Uh….nothing much since your rhino almost killed me, my prince.”

“Oh shorty, you have the jokes.” He chuckled abnormally and you raised one eyebrow as you saw his eyes surveying one of your fellow war dogs from a distance. You had to resist the urge to punch him right in the neck.

“So I was thinking you and me on a date. If you say no, I can easily find other females to be my ma.” T’Challa continued to smirk as you felt his hand creep up on your posterior. You backed away from him.

“Prince T’Challa!” You hissed staring angrily at him and your face dropped in sadness and disappointment. “Please just leave me alone.”

You ran away from the prince and he watched you run away from him and wiped his face in frustration. How the fuck did Erik’s idea not work when he did a live demonstration?

“T, forget her ass! She wanna play hard to get so damn bad!” Erik shouted when T’Challa approached him and Shuri. The King and Queen appeared along with W’Kabi and Okoye.

“What is all this shouting about?” Queen Ramonda questioned then looked in the distance where you were storming away and groaned. “Oh Bast, T’Challa! Really? You messed this up again?”

“Again?” The king’s eyes widened and glanced at his son. “My son, did my advice not work?”

“Of course it didn’t! That’s not how you courted me, T’Chaka! Do you not recall?”

Okoye hit W’Kabi’s shoulder. “Same with you! Telling him to gift her a rhino! Have you lost your mind?”

Erik rubbed his chin. “You know what? I’m starting to think you didn’t say it right. That’s why shorty rejected you.”

“Enough!” T’Challa’s voice boomed gaining everyone’s attention. “I have taken everyone’s advice and it failed. Now she must want nothing to do with me.”

Shuri raised her hand. “Uh, you did not take my advice.”

“For the last fucking time, fetus, it’s not gonna work.” Erik stretched out a $100 bill. “I put a hunnid on that.”

“I will take that bet, cousin.” Shuri shook hands with Erik and the Queen took her daughter’s hand. “What was your advice, Shuri?”

Shuri sighed out of relief. “I was saying he should just calm down and be himself. Tell her how he feels.”

The Queen smiled at her daughter and looked at her son. “She’s right. That is how your father courted me.” She moved to be right by her husband’s side, grasping his hand. The King brought her hand to his lips, kissing it.“

I didn’t finish my story but I rejected him because he sent his friend to talk to me. I told his friend to tell him to come talk to himself and be himself. The rest is history, my children.”

“As much as my husband is an idiot, he is my idiot and the idiot who stole my heart by being himself.” Okoye kissed W’Kabi on the cheek and looked at the young prince. “Which is what you need to do. If it’s meant to be, she will like you for you.”

The next day, you were by yourself in the training working out your frustrations. You looked up to see Prince T’Challa coming your way and you groaned inwardly. Every time he came near you, it was always some bullshit and you weren’t in the mood. He clearly wasn’t the man you had feelings for.

“My prince, with all due respect, I must not be bothered right now.” You turned your back to him to polish your elbow blades. Hopefully, he could take the hint that you politely told him to fuck off.

“You see, I can not do that.”

You turned around suddenly, stunning him. “Why not? Do you not have “other females” that could attend to your needs? That’s what you told me.” He sighed in response and you continued, clearly frustrated.“Please do not take this as disrespect but what is it with you? First, you come to me bragging about how you are going to be King and all that nonsense, second, you attempt to end my life by sending a rhinoceros to charge towards me, thirdly, you come back with more arrogance and being completely disrespectful. Are you bored or something? What is your mission here? Why are you being so-“

You were cut off by T’Challa’s lips on yours and your eyes widened in shock. You weren’t sure if you wanted to give in or push him away. You didn’t get a chance to decide when he pulled away, staring into your eyes with his deep, mahogany orbs.

“I should’ve kissed you.”

You were even more confused now. “Wait what? How-“

T’Challa interrupted you once again. “I should’ve just kissed you and tell you how I felt instead of pulling these ridiculous schemes to get your attention.” He shook his head, chuckling. “I am sorry, Y/N. I have been trying to ask you on a date and tell you how I like you but I always get nervous so I took a lot of advice that clearly was not effective. Now, I’m taking this one which is being myself. So Y/N, will you please go out with me?”

You beamed at his question and grabbed his face, giving him a big, juicy kiss that he leaned into.“My prince, you can definitely take me out on a date.”

T’Challa grinned widely at your response and turned around, giving the others a thumbs up before taking your hand and leaving the training grounds for your date. 

Yeah, he finally got it right.

“Are you fucking serious?! That Disney Channel bullshit advice actually worked?” Erik threw his hands up in amazement as Shuri, her parents, W’Kabi, and Okoye waved goodbye to the love birds. Shuri smirked, outstretching her hand towards her cousin.

“Pay up please.”

“I’m never making bets with your ass again.” Erik grumbled furiously and slapped the wager in the princess’s hand.

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Requests:  bonjour can u make a fluffy story with t challa using earned it by the weeknd thank you bonnie ps thank u for taking our requests

Hey your imagines on avengers is awesome…Could you do a T’Challa one where the reader is Fury’s adopted daughter and how he likes the reader and Fury is kinda protective and the whole team just enjoys the thing that’s happening and…You get the idea though, right?

Earned It

You weren’t born into the life of a SHIELD agent, you were dragged into it by your adopted parent, Nick Fury.  He had noticed the aptitude early on, but he didn’t push; if there was one super power that Nick possessed, it was his intuition.  As the years together passed, you watched him work from a cautious distance, intrigued and fascinated at his alter ego; when he was at home, he was a nearly perfect father, but when he worked, he was powerful and ruthless.  He was never unkind or unfair, but he had immense expectations of those who were on his team, and you saw it as a welcome challenge that you were ready to take on.  

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And here I am with another request for my winter event! This is my very first piece of writing for T'Challa, I hope you like it :) Thank you for your request anon!

The following prompt was asked :

15. “Look at all these lights!”

It’s short, but very sweet!

Gif not mine

Word Count : 1100


Originally posted by peculiar-pansexual

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Warnings: angst, depression, mentions of death, but fluff eventually comes

“When you’re high (for when it’s all good), when you’re low (to when it’s all bad)Well I promise I will never let you go (now what you call that?)Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (you got my back, right?)I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (I know you got my back, right?)” - T.I. Feat. Keri Hilson


Originally posted by destiny-will-bee

A/N: I don’t know if this was already done or whatever but this is T’Challa grieving his father’s death and the reader, his wife, dealing with him and his depression. Will you have your husband’s back through it all?


You thought you knew T’Challa. You really thought you did.

Until the day his father T’Chaka died.

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