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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine Shuri being the one to come find you

A cough wretched itself from your throat making you to stop to bend over and hack it out. Your entire body felt like crap and it was getting worse by the second. The sun was just a a few hours away from setting with the sky getting darker. You had stopped running the second you reached the forest settling for a slow gait. Your left inner thigh was on fire from that shallow cut as was the large open gash on your left cheek. Even though your instincts were telling you were right to run, your brain and body was cursing you for it. After all its know like you were truly thinking rationally at that point. You were driven by pure emotion and fear even now your emotions were still high.

As much as you wanted to turn back for help. There wasn't nearly enough strength in your body for you to do so. With no other choice in sight you decided to rest up inside of a tree with a gaping hole. In the middle of it and wait for the Dora Milaje to come for you, because they would come. You were like family to everyone and that's what you do for each other. They would probably searching for you already.

Right.

Palace

Shuri missed your presence for the entire day pouting away in her lab. When T'Challa informed her that the Dora Milaje would be conducting training outside of the palace today, and she wasn't to interrupt in anyway. She was upset more than annoyed you were the light of her day sometimes. Her best friend since day one when the her father chose to let you reside in their own. After both of your parents who were soldiers for Wakanda died on a mission. You were four years old when it happened, and truly couldn't comprehend why they didn't come back. It was Queen Ramonda who ultimately decided the royal family would take you in.

While you got a bit more freedom than Shuri did like being allowed to go to public school, and going out without being under a watchful eye. All the time that still didn't stop the two of you from becoming the best of friends. You would bring her back sweets when her parents told her no, and tell her of your adventures. If anyone messed with you at school Shuri would give you some type of contraption. The next day to use on them it didn't bring any harm to the bully just a small prank that would cause a mess or embarrass them. But as both of you got older life would pull you in separate directions. Shuri was always going to be on a different path from yours being a princess and all. But her talent and love for science making her want to spend all her time in the labs, and your desire to leave up to your parent's legacy. Not to mention prove all of the other girls wrong about you being to soft to join the King's Army is. What truly made it impossible for you and Shuri to spend as much time together as before.

She had to get use to you not being around that much just looking over her shoulder. While she worked or perched up on her desk cracking the occasional joke, whenever she grew frustrated with something. Once Okoye finally got back to you after your physicality test with her to confirm you were eligible to join.

Shuri spent a week afterwards low-key upset with the General for not failing you instead. While the princess knew it was your dream and your decision, and would never truly get in the way of that. She was scared for you to not only join the Dora Milaje because of the danger that came with the title. But she really feared how it would change your relationship with her, and was silently wishing something would stop you. Eventually her brother gave her a pep talk and made her talk to Okoye about how she was feeling. Unbeknownst to you the General made a promise to the princess to do everything in her duty to keep you alive and unharmed. If it was in her power to do so without betraying her duty.

Okoye anticipated Shuri's reaction the second you ran away, and knew it was best to deliver the news to T'Challa and Queen Ramonda first. She sent word ahead of time for them to meet her in the throne room for discussion.

"Are her injuries severe?" Queen Ramonda asked. After Okoye was done recounting everything that took place including your strange new ability.

"No they won't bring her to death's door or anything, but the gash on her cheek will need stitches. By now she will need antibiotics for risk of infection as well" Okoye said.

"Give me five minutes to suit up and then we will take a jet to go look for her." T'Challa said getting to his feet.

Okoye nodded and just both of them were heading towards the double doors. They opened revealing a slightly irritated but still happy Shuri who waltzed in. "Is y/n in here I've been searching the palace for her for quite sometime. I see all the other trainees are retiring for the day, so where is she?"

Okoye looked away still a bit worried of how the young princess would react. T'Challa opened his mouth to answer but no words came out as he was unable to find the right ones. You were like a little sister to him, and the only real reason he wasn't freaking out was because. Unlike his little sister he how strong and capable you truly were. Also he knew in your current state by now you were probably tucked somewhere in a tree. It wouldn't be that hard for them locate and rescue you. But none of those reasonings would prevent Shuri from freaking out at the news you were missing.

"There was an incident during training and she fled into the wild out of fear." Queen Ramonda spoke up realizing that the other two couldn't do it.

The smile on her face disappeared replaced with a frown. "What happened in training? Do we know where she is?

"Princess that is a long story and yes we have an idea. A search party is about to be sent out for her there is no need to worry" Okoye tried to soothe her.

But she wasn't having it. "You haven't sent out a search yet" she exclaimed angrily. "Why would she be afraid?"

T'Challa walked over to grip her by the shoulders. "Calm down Shuri you're not the only one in this room who cares for her. I will bring her back to the palace before nightfall, and then you can talk to her yourself."

"No I want to go with you to find her" Shuri demanded leaning back to catch her brother's eyes.

Immediately he shook his head no letting her break free from his hold. "Okoye and I can handle this."

"That's not fair brother she's my best friend I should be out there." Shuri insisted whirling around to face Okoye pointing a finger at her. "Tell him I need to go please Okoye you owe me this."

Okoye didn't know what to do on one end arguing with the king wasn't in her, but the pleading look in Shuri's eyes struck a nerve. Luckily enough though she didn't have to make a decision. Queen Ramonda once again saved the day by speaking up.

"No my child you will remain here like your brother asked. Trust him to bring y/n back to us, and when he does she will need immediate medical attention. Can you be ready for when she gets here?" Queen Ramonda said knowing it would be easier to convince Shuri to stay behind. If she had something to do besides sit around waiting in anticipation.

Shuri hated the idea of being cozied up in her lab while you were out there alone, scared, and hurt. She wanted to go look for you herself, but no one here would let her do such a thing.

So she decided to just stop asking. "Yes mother I can do that" Shuri reassured her with a nod. Then turned back to her brother and the general, "bring her to me straight away please when you return."

"I wouldn't trust her with anyone else" Okoye swore to her. T'Challa gave her a nod and both of them exited the throne room.

In The Forest

It was getting dangerously close to nightfall which meant the temperature was steadily dropping. At first you were fine not really noticing it, but eventually your body started shivering involuntarily. When you took a deep breath and released it into the air. It was visible and you knew then time was running out. There was no way you could survive a night out here in nothing but your training gear. Which consisted of a simple pair of black leggings, and a red shirt with a breastplate installed.

Your gut was telling you to go seek out shelter, but you knew without trying you were too weak too stand. You shouldn’t have a ran away like that. It was a stupid idea and now you were paying for it. You rested your head back onto the tree closing your eyes. A little nap couldn't hurt right you were tired and its not like there was anything else you could do. Whenever the search party came no doubt they would be calling for you. The sound of their worried voices would stir you awake then everything would be fine.

Just as you felt yourself slipping away into a dreamless slumber. Your ears picked on the distant sound of tree branches being crunched, and the grass ruffling. Instantly your eyes snapped open as you sat up focusing your attention. On the small hole in the tree that was the entrance to where you were. Animal attacks were scarce in Wakanda, but there weren't totally unheard of. You were in no condition to fight off a lion or hyena. As if the power felt the fear bubbling up inside of you again.

The same blue energy manifested from your open palm lying on the ground, and surrounded you in an protective sphere. The energy emitted a bright glow lighting up the tree, and acted as a beacon. For whatever was trekking around outside the tree. This power was seeming like a blessing and curse at the same time more and more. The sound of footsteps got closer and increased in pace. Indicating the intruder knew exactly where you were located now.

The footsteps came to a stop right outside the entrance to the hole. You tensed up expecting to hear a deep rumbling growl of a lion. But there was nothing but silence other than the crickets whistling, and the occasional bird. You wondered if the animal could sense your power, and if that's what was making it hesitate.

"Y/N are you in here?" A familiar face appeared peeked out from the side. It was Shuri the light from your energy shield making her face visible. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blue orb surrounding you. "Holy shit what is this?"

You let out a cry of relief at the sight of your best friend, and the shield disappeared. Your legs shook as you moved to crawl over to her.

"No no no y/n stay there I'll come to you." Shuri said bending down to fit into the hole. She made her way over letting you collapse into her lap. The second she was in range catching your body wrapping her arms around you.

"Are you alone?" You asked her eyes glancing back to the entrance. As you wondered if the King T'Challa and the Dora Milaje were waiting on the outside. It would make sense to send Shuri in alone. Your trust for her was unwavering.

"Aye I am the although the others probably aren't that far behind. I got a thirty minute head start on them had to sneak out of the palace. They wouldn't tell me what happened, or why you ran away. I couldn't wait plus you're my best friend. I had to come for you because if it was me. I know you wouldn't hesitate" Shuri explained bringing a hand to brush over the gash on your cheek.

You winced in pain flinching at the touch. "Easy" you warned.

"Sorry" Shuri whispered moving her hand hover over your heart. Maybe you didn't notice but she could tell your condition was worsening. Your heartbeat was steady but your body told a different story with how sweaty it was. Even though your temperature was low because you were cold. She had to get you back to her lab asap. "Okay y/n it's time to get you out of here-" your hand snatched up hers in an iron grip.

"What's going to happen to me if I go back? You asked her. It was obvious your question threw her off as she tilted her head to the side in confusion. But there was no lightness in your voice or a joking tone. You were serious.

"Nothing I'm going to take care of these nasty cuts, and we'll go from there" Shuri insisted.

You gave your head a small shake. "What about this power inside me. I can't control it Shuri and that girl I was training with earlier-" you paused to look away ashamed. "I hurt her and she was in bad shape."

Her hand gripped you by the chin forcing you to turn your head back. So you were looking at her face again. "That was an accident and everyone knows it. I'm not going to let anyone touch you, and they would have to get through my brother first anyway."

You were really too tired to continue to protest, so with a small nod your grip on her hand relaxed. "Besides this is not America we do not lock up our own people and experiment on them. We're going to help you figure this new power out" she quickly added. Her reassurance and presence is all that you really needed to truly relax now, and without warning you passed out.

Shuri let out a frustrated groan knowing she wouldn't be able to carry you out of here. By herself she didn't plan for you passing out before she got you onto the jet.

"Why don't you let me take her little sister" A familiar voice said. It came from the shadows in the entrance. A figure she could barely make out because of the darkness filled the tiny exit. Shuri already knew who it was letting a small grin form on her face.

"About time brother hurry she needs medical attention right away" Shuri ordered. She dragged your limp body over to him trying to be as gentle as possible. T'Challa lifted you into his arms bridal style and moved so his little sister could exit first. She came face to face with Okoye and Ayo waiting a few feet away.

"I'm guessing you don't want your mother to hear of this" Okoye said with a raised eyebrow.

"I would prefer that yes" she replied trying to sound unbothered. But all of them could see right through her. Her mother hated it when she made it a habit to outright disobey or lie to her.

"If mother asks I found her now let's move" T'Challa ordered. A ring of white light shot down from the sky surrounding all of them in a circle. They started to float upward into the jet awaiting them.

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griots-tales · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a t’challa x reader were this recently takes place after avengers endgame were the reader tells & introduces t’challa and shuri to t’challa and reader’s daughter

Sure thing! This is written for a Black AFAB reader living in America. Fluffy PG 13 stuff.

Your first embrace after five years was nothing short of life-giving. You trembled in his arms, breathing in his warmth and choking up with incoming sobs. Your tears soaked up the soft fabric of the olive hoodie he wore to blend in with the neighborhood, and he let you wrap your legs around him when he lifted you up.

The weather was a little warmer than usual, and the air was filled with distant conversation between people getting reunited with their families, just as they were doing... and nobody batted an eye when they saw people crying and hugging each other on the street.

The sun lit up T'Challa's tight curls and eyelashes as you pulled apart slightly, and you still couldn't believe it. It was the same man you thought you would never see again... well, except in your daughter.

T'Challa still didn't know about her. And neither did Shuri.

Your tears still flowed, because you just saw Shuri, who had also come all the way to the US to see you again. You collided with her, kissing her forehead and cuddling her like she would disappear again. Having a baby didn't make it any easier to live without the first.

The three of you hugged again, and you let go of Shuri only to kiss T'Challa for the first time in five years.

"Eww!" Shuri cried in mock disgust, seeing PDA less than six feet away from herself.

The nostalgia of hearing Shuri's chatter, and feeling T'Challa's body against yours hit you again. Bast, you had missed this dearly.

You had planned this out from the moment you recovered from the shock of people reappearing out of thin air. Both the siblings were unsuspecting and unassuming of what you were up to even as you walked up to the school at the outreach center.

Shuri was busy playing with a cat that had snuggled up to her in the middle of the park that you were all now in, while you and T'Challa watched, holding hands. He lazily fingered the beads on your braids, taking in how you had changed through the years. You had grown plumper with some post pregnancy fat still curling in love handles around your waist. He seemed to like it, as he smiled when his long fingers brushed subtly, but sensually over your midriff and hips.

The causative of half your stretch marks was about to arrive from her last lesson in school in less than a minute now, and you couldn't wait to see her, now more than ever.

The bell rang, and a high-pitched chorus of yelling ensued, signaling the end of the school day for the little ones. T'Challa smiled at the noise and looked at your expression. Your mischievous smile made him frown a little in suspicion.

"Hey- where are you going?" Shuri called after the tabby as it rushed off to the entrance of the park, which was near the school gate. Children rushed into their parents' arms in the distance, while some rushed out into the play area in the park. The cat followed some first graders around as they opened their tiny bags to bring out various bits of food that they had diligently saved during recess.

Both of them grinned at the sight, but you were focused on the one little girl with her hair done up in two little puffs by none other than you. She giggled and cuddled the cat before she looked up and saw you.

And when you glanced at T'Challa you thought, he knows. The look on T'Challa's face was one of dawning realization as the little girl came running straight to you. His nose sat on her face, albeit a little softer, if possible... and his eyes looked at their near identical twins from a distance. There was also your round face and huge, pillowy lips that turned a little down on the edges.

Shuri, as smart as she was, was in a little denial as she seemed puzzled at the girl's advance.

"Who's that?"

Neither of you answered, waiting for the girl to slow down as she came closer and finally, ran into your arms. You lifted her up like you always did and kissed her on the cheek.

T'Challa swallowed, his eyes welling with a myriad of shock, joy and pain. He stepped backwards to comprehend it fully: you had a child.... a five-year-old.... who looked a lot like him.

You grinned at him and neither of you spoke a word for a second. Shuri finally realized what was going on, and her eyes blew wide as saucers. Your daughter looked a little confused, but being the wise child she was, she decided to introduce herself first.

"Hi!" She said to Shuri, who was near her.

"H-hi! What's your name?" Shuri replied out of reflex.

"I'm Taraji, nice to meet you!" she squeaked, a little nervous, but excited and determined to make a new friend.

"Tara, do you know who these are?" you asked her.

She didn't answer immediately, shyly fiddling with the end of her green dashiki. "That's aunty,"

You put your arm around T'Challa. "And this?"

"That's Baba." she smiled.

T'Challa couldn't hold back his tears further than this; he pressed his sleeve into his eyes to be able to see his daughter better. She was the most beautiful thing in the whole world at that moment, and it brought him to his knees. Taraji approached him slowly from your arms, and T'Challa first held her little palms in his huge hands.

"Are you crying because you're happy?" She whispered curiously.

T'Challa nodded and hugged his daughter for the first time. "Ewe,"

Behind you, Shuri too burst into tears, and you held her as she tried to calm down. It worked out just as you had planned, and you couldn't feel happier and more complete with your sister your love, and your baby girl.

"Even Miss Brown cried when our old class came back... it's okay." She reassured her father, who nodded fervently as he examined every inch.

"I know... I'm just..." He murmured, "I should've seen it coming!" He laughed, catching your eye. You chuckled at him, remembering the nights in the early spring of 2018, that resulted in Taraji.

"So," He wiped his eyes again, "Taraji, hm? Taraji (Y/L/N)?"

The little girl grinned "Taraji (Y/L/N)." she confirmed, cutely mispronouncing your last name.

"Does she know?" T'Challa looked deep into her eyes. Shuri nodded. "Does she know who she is?"

You shrug. "Ask her, King."

Your babydaddy glanced at you before turning to his daughter. "Ungubani?"

The child stood up straight as she said this: "Ndingu Inkosazana T'Challa, Intombika Kumkani T'Challa."

I am Princess T'Challa, daughter of King T'Challa.

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dramaqueeenamby · 1 year

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Easy | T'Challa Udaku

A/N: My god, BP2 was such an emotional ride. This is a product of all of the emotions I'm still reeling from. I have not written for BP in probably a year+, so I apologize for the rustiness.

Warnings: ANGST.

Words: 3K

You can find my other works HERE.

++++++++++++DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER++++++++++++

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Loving him was easy.

Maybe too easy.

Maybe things would have been easier if he wasn’t so easy. So easy to admire, so easy to be drawn to, so easy to feel an ungodly amount of love and adoration for.

But maybe that was just T’Challa. With his beautiful smile and brilliant mind, few paths seemed to lead to some place loveless. He was the embodiment of attraction, from the way he spoke, to the way he conducted himself, to the way he loved.

Yeah….easy seemed to be unavoidable.

A small smile makes its way to your face as you reminisce on your first meeting all those years ago.

“Would you just tell me already?”

Nakia simply looks over at you with that same bored yet tempted expression. “And ruin the surprise? Never.”

She laughs, clearly amused by your frustration, by the lack of patience for which you’ve still struggled to fully comprehend.

You’d just completed your War Dog training and had been assigned to Nakia, to shadow her on a few missions and prove that you were ready for your own assignment. It was a perfect partnership, as Nakia matched your wit and sense of humor, both of which had definitely gotten you in trouble more times than you’d like to admit.

“How about a hint?”

“How about no?”

Your eyes narrowed as you nudged her. “You are enjoying this.”

“Somewhat,” she admits. You share another look before giggling together when a firm voice from behind interrupts your moment.

“Forgive me, ladies.”

“You are not forgiven,” your response is natural and instantaneous, a small smirk playing on your face. “Matter of fact, you should know better than to sneak on two lad–” The smirk drops and your ridicule is cut short by the dark eyes and curious gaze of the crowned prince who stands before you.

If Nakia was amused before, she was delighted now. You can feel her eyes still focused on you as she bumps you with her hip. “Y/N, you didn’t finish your statement. How rude.”

Your glare could burn two holes into the princess as she shakes her head and returns her focus onto Prince T’Challa.

“Yes, T’Challa?” It’s in the most random, unexpected moments that you remember while Nakia is your friend, she is also royalty. Perhaps it’s something you should commit to memory, especially given how you’ve just completely disregarded all protocol for the future ruler of Wakanda.

Finally able to pick your eyeballs off the ground, you find that T’Challa’s gaze is pinpointed on you. “Nakia is correct. It is improper to finish your statement…..”

He trails off, and you realize he’s searching for your name. Slightly dejected and still embarrassed, you answer, hastily adding a “your grace” onto the end. For good measure and respect.

He simply makes a sound before repeating your name. It feels so strange hearing your name on his mouth, strange but also….right. Shifting your stance, you’re thankful when he finally reirects his focus to Nakia. Memory of what was said between them was lost years ago, but the initial butterflies in your stomach upon your first meeting have always stayed with you.

You pray to Bast they always will.

Rolling your shoulders, your fingers dance across the fabric on your skin. It’s a piece you’d acquired since moving to Haiti. Your fingertips stroke the intricate pattern, and just like that, you’re hit with memories of laying in bed, naked, a sheen of sweat covering your back while the same fingers dance across his chest.

There are too many times that this occurred, but it’s somewhat easier to recall one of the later moments.

The silence rattles you, not because you can’t handle it. It’s because you know underneath it lies turmoil, It’s present in the way he entered you, rough, desperate, lost. Lovemaking with T’Challa was always anything but that, maybe the first of them at times, but never the latter two.

Your hands flatten against his chest, gently curving inward to draw his attention. He doesn’t move to look down, but you know he’s listening.

“Talk to me,” you implore, licking your lips. “There’s so much more room out here, my love.”

He says nothing but you feel the scoff underneath his strong chest. “There is already too much out here.”

“Nay,” you lean to kiss the underside of his jaw. “You underestimate the space, kumkani.”

Finally, allowing you a glance of his dejected expression, he counters, “and you underestimate the weight, Isithandwa.”

Sighing, your hand travels to his face. “You didn’t know, T’Challa. None of us did.” If you’re being honest with yourself, it’s still nearly incomprehensible to believe that King T’Chaka was responsible for the murder of his own brother as well as the abandonment of his nephew, T’Challa’s cousin, the man who seemed hellbent on revenge.

But not for poor reasons.

Still, the fact that so much of this falls on T’Challa, who has barely had time to mourn the loss of his father, your heart aches for the pain he refuses to show but you know he feels.

“And we cannot change the past,” you continue, though vaguely unsure of yourself. T’Challa has always been the better of you two when it came to wording things in a way that was equally beautiful as it was helpful. “But, we can make decisions now that will help us create a better future.”

“Built on what? Lies.”

“No….” Again, your hand movement shifts to his hard abdomen, as your fingers offer comforting, circular movements. “No, my love, the lies stop with you. You will be the change that will usher in a new era for Wakanda, a better era, for us all.”

Instead of the incoherent sounds you usually receive, his hand on your back tugs you just a little closer. “You have such unyielding faith in me.”

You sit on his words for a few seconds before answering thoughtfully. “I’ve questioned many things in my life, T’Challa, but not one of them has ever been you. Not your ability to rule, to protect, not even to love.” A beat. “Now I’ve maybe questioned your fashion choices at one point or another, but Shuri’s influence will hopefully start to rub off on you.”

A small yelp escapes your mouth as he flips positions so that he’s hovering over you. Your gazes lock as he lowers himself, stealing the gentlest of kisses before resting his forehead against yours. Your hands cradle his cheeks as he kisses both of your palms before shifting downward and laying against your chest. Your arms cocoon him, protecting him, offering a solace only found within your safe embrace.

“I love you, T’Challa. Never forget that.”

You once believed that the five years without T’Challa, having lost him to the Snap, was the most difficult thing you’d ever had to endure.

Clearly….clearly you were wrong.

It starts with a cough.

Nothing persistent or chronic, more inconsistent and light than anything. Probably nothing major enough to raise an eyebrow from anyone else. But you knew T’Challa, and you knew the many benefits of the heart shaped herb.

He didn’t get sick, and more importantly, the black panther didn’t get sick.

A small part of you pretended that it wasn't an issue. You were comforted by the fact that he’d been ripped away from you for five years and returned. What more heartache could possibly outweigh that?

But then the cough was no longer as infrequent, and along with it came a sort of dullness in his normally bright eyes. He seemed….weary.

You knew the weight of returning after being gone for so long weighed on him, but this….this was different.

It was also concerning, as he would come and visit at least once a month, the two of you no longer able to steal moments in time as often as you once did. You were both older now with even more responsibilities than ever before. So when he came to visit two times in a row and you noticed the same dullness, your concern definitely spiked.

It was late, and the two of you were just getting into bed. He’d only just pulled back the blankets when you finally asked.

“How long do you plan to pretend that everything is alright?”

He stands upright and his jaw ticks. “What are you talking about?”

Deflection. T’Challa never deflects. Your concern increases.

Moving across the room, you stand directly in front, looking up at him. “You know exactly what I am talking about.” When he says nothing, your hand lifts to his cheek. “Please talk to me. I am worried.”

“It’s nothing.”

“What is it, T’Challa?” Moving closer, you lay yourself against his chest, mindful of how he hesitates to reciprocate your embrace. “I need you to be honest with me.” A beat. “Or maybe I just need you to be honest with yourself.”

His body tenses underneath the weight of your own as well as your words. And finally, he answers, “something has been…..plaguing me.” Looking up, he immediately goes into comfort mode. “It is nothing to worry about, Isithandwa.”

His eyes betray him, and you can’t help how your own water. “How close are you to a cure?” His silence is the answer you don’t want to hear. It’s an answer that is not the security of promise and hope that you need in this moment.

“Y/N–”

“What-what does Shuri think?” More silence. Your eyes naturally widen. “You have not told her?” His lack of an answer adds another layer of panic as she painfully realizes, “you have not told anyone….”

“There is no need to worry anyone, Y/N.”

“But I am worried, T’Challa!” You whisper harshly, mindful of your volume as not to disturb or let alone awake the last person who needs to be hearing this conversation. “Do you not think I have not noticed how long this has lasted? You have been sick for weeks, months maybe, and if there is no cure in sight, then who is to say you will get better?”

He shakes his head, cupping your face. “Aye, listen to me.” The tears are falling, and his thumb goes to brush them away. “You once told me that you have never doubted me. Do you remember this? Hmm?”

Sniffling, you manage to nod and murmur, “yes.”

Relieved, he tucks you into him, his chin resting on the top of your head. “So trust me now, Y/N. Have faith.”

His words still haunt you, still bring the sting of tears to your eyes and the sharp flash of pain in your chest. Realizing that the man you love has limited time left on earth is a pain like none other. But watching him gradually decline, knowing that there’s nothing you can do….that is a hurt too explosive to even describe.

For his sake, you both acted normal. Same smiles, just a little dimmer. Same laughter, just an octave lighter. Same love, not a damn thing different. Some days you wonder if that was for the better or for the worse. Was it staying and operating out a state of denial? Could you have maybe delayed it, prevented it even if there was more of a sense or urgency?

Because even when you both sat him down, when you were finally honest about T’Challa’s condition, about where his path was leading him, it still felt bitterly hopeful. Like it was a maybe instead of a definitely.

Maybe this will happen, instead of this is going to happen.

But you also knew this wasn’t a decision that you could make by yourself. And truth be told, it wasn’t even a decision T’Challa could make, which disgusted you. How could a man like T’Challa, your sweet, kind love be subjected to such a cruel ending? An ending so unbecoming of the majestic man that he was.

This is when the anger kicks in, the rage at having him taken from you not once, not twice, but three times. Why the hell did you all have to be dealt such a vile card? What travesties could you have done, could he have done to deserve this ending?

In the final weeks, days even, items were dropped or were thrown, tempers were short, clearly, and interactions felt so much more heavy. You still beat yourself up for being so consumed by your own emotions that maybe you weren’t present enough for him when he needed you the most.

That also happens a lot, that feeling of it not being enough. Not enough of him. Not enough of you all. Not enough time.

Not enough of…..anything.

And then that ceremony, the damn goodbye that he decided would be just for them, that was the moment you realized that T’Challa wouldn’t be returning for another visit. This was the last time, and it broke you. Of that night, you don’t remember much, just the absolute agony and grief that tore through your entire being. It’s such a blur, but the pain felt is a constant.

That last goodbye…..even reflecting back on it is too much to bear, too much to try to swallow. Maybe someday you’ll be able to dwell on it….but now….now is too soon, much too soon.

What does stand out is the days following the notice you received that he’d passed on to be with the ancestors.

Washing the dishes was the last thing you wanted to do, but the dishwasher was giving an error code, and you couldn’t bring yourself to seek out someone who could fix it. Especially when that someone you would usually call is no longer available.

Wiping at your face with the back of your hand had become a habit, one that had caused the skin on your face to become tender, harsh even from the constant friction. But the final straw was dropping the glass plate in your hand onto the floor, shattering all over the tile.

You cursed, leaning down to gather the pieces only to not pay close enough attention, accidentally slicing the palm of your hand.

Hissing loudly, you lifted your arm, observing the blood leave the open wound. You do nothing to stop it, watching it continue to spill, even aiding in the process as you apply pressure around the area. It’s a fruitless effort though, because the physical pain is nothing in comparison to your emotional pain.

Overcome with that same emotion, you bring yourself to your feet and storm out the door, running toward the beachfront.

T’Challa always loved the water and wanted you two to be away from everyone else, both for your comfort as well as your privacy and overall safety.

Falling to your knees, your hands brace against the grainy sand as a loud, guttural, visceral scream erupts from the deepest part of your soul. But, it’s not enough. So you go again. And again. And again. Continuing to scream until your voice breaks, as does your resolve.

Now on your side, sobs rake through your entire body, you wails bouncing off the waves of the water.

It’s both comforting and suffocating. A release and a limitation. A blessing and a curse.

“How-how could you leave me?” The question is posed to no one, to everyone, to anyone who will listen. “How could you leave us!” The interrogative nature quickly transitions to a demanding tone, a plea, a beg for mercy. “You said-you said to have faith, and I–I did.” You continue to wail, shaking your head. “And where are you now? WHERE ARE YOU, T’CHALLA?”

Stomach throbbing and eyes burning, your vision is blurred by pain, but you manage to twist your body when small but firm arms wrap around you and a body is pressed against yours. The familiar smell of shea and cocoa butter fills your nostrils as you look down and nearly cave again.

“I’m right here, mama,” your son’s words hit you deeper than anything you could have imagined. And another wave of tears overcomes you as he repeats himself and holds you even tighter. “I’m right here.”

You’re not sure if Challa, as both you and T’Challa took to calling him even when he was still in your womb, will ever be able to fully comprehend the depth and importance of his words. His comfort in that moment pulling you from a darkness you’d never encountered. A darkness you’re not sure you would have been able to save yourself from without him.

It’s been roughly a year since that night, that evening where your greatest blessing saved you from your greatest battle. And every day is a struggle, there’s always moments where you find yourself encountering a memory, missing a touch, yearning for that love.

But then Challa will smile at you, and you’re reminded that death…is never the end.

You remember that loving T’Challa was always so easy because it was inevitable.

“You’re always with me, my love,” you speak upward, smiling softly. “And you always will be.”

#black panther #black panther: wakanda forever #bp2 #black panther fanfiction #black panther fanfic #T'Challa #T'Challa x reader #T'Challa x you #T'Challa Udaku #Black Panther x reader

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aokoaoi · 1 year

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𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

pairings : big sister!shuri x fem!reader x big brother!t'challa

warnings : ooc characters(?).

authors note : this is not a ship fanfic. everything is completely platonic, just pure sibling relationship<3.

GROWING UP !

— you were only 2 years younger than shuri, so of course, it wasn't difficult for you two to get along.

— compared to your sister, you didn't have very strong ambitions. But even so, you were taught how to rule a nation by your mother when you were younger, and when you were prepared enough, she took you to train to be a Dora Milaje member.

— you were a fairly calm and obedient child back then, and even since you grew into a fine woman.

— you didn't have an interest in fighting whatsoever, but it did cross your mind that you'd end up needing the skills to fight. But you didn't complain and go against your mother.

— there weren't that much things that interested you as a kid. Your sister and brother often picked on you(playfully) for it.

— shuri even tried to get you to be interested in her ambitions, saying that it's 'fun' and 'an opportunity to learn something new'.

— you weren't adventurous, smart like shuri, nor would you be strong like t-challa. Sometimes, as you grew older, you think if you could've done something more than just train to be in an elite group. But despite those, something sparked inside you and motivated you to be the strongest amongst all the members of the Dora Milaje.

BONDING WITH SHURI !

some big brother t'challa scenes<3

— it's awfully loud when there's two of you in the same room. Like seriously, it's just filled with Shuri laughing at your jokes. Everyone sees you as 'the calmer one of the siblings' but boy.. when you're with those 'siblings' its like someone released a whole mammal out their cage.

— despite not understanding half she's saying, you still go visit shuri in her lab to keep her company. She's just yapping to you about what she's doing, while you just nodded, pretending like you understood what the hell she's saying.

• "(name)? Are you listening or no?"

• "I am. But I don't understand."

• "It's fine, at least you're listening."

— whenever her brother is doing something, or is busy, you'd be the one training her some fighting abilities. You aren't as skilled like your brother, goodness no, he's the black panther for Pete's sake, but you are strong. Somewhat.

— shuri always supports and cheers for you whenever you're about to go to your training. Boy, the proudness she felt when she was told that you were slowly beginning to be more skilled the passing days. She's not lying, Okoye said it herself.

— tackles you in hugs almost everytime she's overly enthusiastic to see you.

• "Stop that. You act like our rooms aren't next to eachother."

• "I missed you!"

• "we see eachother everyday!"

— okay but listen to this. The over protectiveness that randomly summoned inside her when she heard that you were getting marriage proposals.

"atrocious!" You and your mother deadpanned at her reaction, side eyeing eachother blankly. "(name), whatever you must do, do not even look at those proposals, okay?!"

— yeah it was a wild experience.

— besides that, shuri is a great sister. She loves you but literally acts like she's the youngest. Seriously, you mightve heard that she's older and you're younger, but when you see these two and know the personally, you'll end up doubting yourself.

— even your own brother said it himself.

• "Shuri, stop clinging onto your sister like a wild monkey climbing up a tree."

• "What?"

• "brother said to stop climbing me like you're a monkey."

— ooh, have I mentioned that you're a great dancer? If not, you're a very great dancer! Dora Milaje members are probably all great dancers if you must say so yourself.

— growing up, shuri was probably your favorite person who ever walked the soil of earth. And then your brother follows right behind her, and then your parents, and then—

— when it's the three of you combined, it's like the whole definition of the word 'chaos'. In the end of the day, T'challa is tired as hell, Shuri went to drain more of her energy in her lab work, and you? Already fell asleep.

— despite being a whole menace the three of you were, mama Ramonda and papa T'chaka were proud of what you three have achieved.

i am very tired<\3 still figuring out my layouts for headcanon posts, so this one is kind of messy rnn. this is also my first time writing about sibling relationships, especially in readers pov so I'm sorry if it's cringey oml😭

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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Author's Note- I don't know where it came from. Also a bit slow phased and a bit lengthy. But I hope you all like it. Also, my first time writing for T'Challa. Also for those who are not aware, I also write on requests so you can send me requests for anything.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Something New

T'Challa Udaku x Stark!Reader

Summary- Things go better than (Y/N) expected when she meets the royals of Wakanda...

Warnings- Obscene words 😅 nothing else

GIF Credits to @nicolyyyyy

The stress levels were peaking for the Avengers in the recent times. With an inner fallout and an external takeover of their authority was making every single one anxious.

(Y/N) Stark, the adopted daughter of Howard and Maria Stark and sister of Tony Stark, was allotted the work of being the diplomat on the Avengers' behalf and receive the King of Wakanda and his group.

Perhaps it was because of the accident in Lagos, Nigeria where Wanda had unintentionally killed their citizens, that she was chosen to do the job, instead of the UN workers. (Y/N) knew how it felt to lose control of their powers. The helplessness and the anxiety were the worst. And having similar powers like Wanda, she could clearly understand the girl.

As she stood in the airport, waiting for the royalty to show up, she reflected on her life in the last few months. For her, personally, it had been difficult after Ultron.

She was in a serious relationship with Steve Rogers, much to Tony's dismay. But the keyword was: was. After she found out about his "closeness" with Sharon Carter, (Y/N) just couldn't continue. For Steve, it was always Peggy or Sharon, never her.

Their strained relationship's thread finally broke when the Sokovia Accords came, dividing the entire team into two. While (Y/N) had decided that it was for the best to sign them, Steve had disagreed.

"They are here, Ms. Stark," one of her assigned assistants said meekly, making her look up to find a group of well dressed people walking towards them. A silent power and authority mixed with comfort and gentleness surrounding them.

A dangerous aura, (Y/N) had come to notice in her times and experiences as both, a SHIELD agent and an Avenger.

She greeted them with a bow of her head, "King T'Chaka." The older man smiled, a polite and a genuine smile unlike the fabricated one most people wear. "Our deepest condolences for what happened in Lagos. Our teammate is new and not proficient yet. She never intended to do so," (Y/N) spoke as she had practiced.

The King of Wakanda only smiled, nodding his head politely. "What happened is behind us, Ms. Stark. But the future lies ahead of us," T'Chaka said with a wisdom very few possessed. "Indeed, Your Majesty."

Perhaps her work won't be so hard, especially since the King was humble, unlike most of the men in power she has ever handled.

"I am sure this must feel like you are back in your days in business," T'Chaka said, making (Y/N) nod. "Yes," she replied, feeling the nostalgia surround her. Though (Y/N) of the present times hated how she behaved when she was younger. She was extremely arrogant and a narcissist woman who cared only for the dollars paid to her family business after a deal.

"Meet my son, T'Challa, Ms. Stark. He is the future of Wakanda, just as you and your brother are of Stark Industries," T'Chaka said proudly, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. (Y/N) glanced to the man beside the king, feeling her heart skip a beat as she noticed the handsome prince by the King's side.

"Your Majesty," she greeted, respectfully, as she was taught in the mannerism classes she had to take before this day. "Ms. Stark, it is a pleasure to meet you at last," T'Challa said, extending his hand. (Y/N) placed her significantly smaller hand in his, shaking it politely.

"Please, we can continue the formalities in our way," (Y/N) said, gesturing to the cars lined up for the party. (Y/N) eyed the women lined behind the king and his son, feeling a tad bit intimidated by the way they seem to access her.

T'Chaka noticed the way (Y/N) was looking at the Dora Milaje, chuckling, he spoke, "They are the Dora Milaje. An all women's elite group of warriors, bodyguards to the crown." (Y/N) nodded understandingly, smiling a bit.

"Must be interesting," she commented, making T'Chaka laugh. "I have heard that you yourself are proficient in combats," he said, as they walked towards the black cars. "Not much, Your Majesty. Only much to fit in as a SHIELD agent," (Y/N) said, feeling shy out of a sudden as she felt a pair of eyes on her back.

At last, with a bit of small argument, three Dora Milaje warriors, whose name (Y/N) was yet to know, settled in the first car; while (Y/N), her trusted driver, the King and T'Challa sat in the second Range Rover. The rest settled into the third car.

The atmosphere in the car remained between awkward and comfortable. (Y/N) was constantly keeping an eye on the outside world, watching for any security breach in the plan.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her coat, making her sigh, knowing way too well who it was. Accepting the call, she placed one earbud in her ear, keeping her voice below whisper, "What do you need?"

"Cool up, dear sister," she heard her brother's voice from the Bluetooth device, making her scoff rather loudly. She watched as all the pair of eyes in the car was on her. "Hang up, if you have no work, Tony," she hissed under her breath.

Tony was having the moment of his life as (Y/N) was getting frustrated rather too quickly. "Why are you getting riled up so quickly, sister. Is your company too hot?" (Y/N) could hear the smirk in his voice. "Shut up, Tony freaking Stark," she hissed.

Tony left out a heartfelt laugh, making (Y/N) even more irritated. "Oh come on, (Y/N). You can tell me," he said. "Shut the fucking up and hang up!" She exclaimed loudly.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she met the driver's eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed as she felt T'Chaka and T'Challa's eyes on her. "Get lost, you bastard," (Y/N) hissed, hanging up before letting her head fall in defeat. "I am extremely sorry for my obscene words, Your Majesties," she apologized, biting down on her lip.

T'Chaka laughed while T'Challa's serious mask of expression changed into a beautiful smile. "These are normal in siblings, Ms. Stark. I hear them all the time from my youngest," T'Chaka assured, making (Y/N) smile.

Her advanced phone vibrated again, making her groan. Accepting the call without glancing at the caller ID, she threatened, "If you called me again, I am going to cut your precious jewel off you." "Someone sounds angry," Rhodey said sarcastically, ending with a chuckle.

"Rhodes? I am sorry," (Y/N) sighed, rubbing her face. "I am informed to tell you to take T'Chaka and T'Challa to the UN Headquarters directly," Rhodey said. "Directly? The meeting is supposed to be tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, but I guess, they have some work and tonight, there's a formal party. Inform them and find yourself a presentable dress," Rhodey hung up, making her sigh. "Is anything the issue?" T'Challa asked.

"I am supposed to escort you to the UN Headquarters and there is a formal party tonight," (Y/N) said, also letting the drivers of the other two cars know of the change in the plan.

Even before (Y/N) could process, it was already the time for the formal UN party. The entire day had been a whirlwind for her; tackling both the royals of Wakanda and her always bickering brother was a tough work.

She stood in front of the full mirror in her penthouse, looking at her reflection. The purple dress with plunging neckline with thin straps fitted her in the perfect places, bringing out the best in her. The dress was accompanied by her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail; and a light makeup with no jewelry except the pearl earrings which once belonged to her mother.

"Are you ready?" Tony yelled from the living room, making (Y/N) smile as she grabbed her purse and walked out of her room. "Yes, Tones," she smiled as Tony looked her up and down. A smirk broke on his face, "So, the royalty is actually hot." (Y/N) rolled her eyes, walking to the entrance. "Shut up and let's go."

After a short drive of not more than 15 minutes, the Stark siblings were entering the hotel which held the party. The room was beautifully decorated in a subtle and formal way. The room buzzed of conversations and laughter.

While Tony left (Y/N) to go and speak to someone, it was T'Challa who approached her. "A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn't be standing here, alone," he said, making her turn around with a smile. "My brother just went off to speak to some... I don't know," she replied with a nervous chuckle.

A silence fell between them as they side-glanced each other from time to time. To them, it felt like playing a game of hide and seek; trying to hide something (Y/N) was trying not to name.

The orchestral music filled the room as (Y/N) watched a few representatives join the dance floor. She wished that the man beside her ask her for a dance as well, but the chances to that were a few.

"Perhaps, a dance?" T'Challa asked, extending his hand and bowing a bit, smiling at the younger Stark. "I am not a good dancer, Your Majesty," (Y/N) said shyly as she placed her hand in his.

"Just follow the lead, Ms. Stark," he whispered into her ear as he led her to the dance floor. (Y/N)'s breath hitched as she bit into her lip. "(Y/N) would suffice, Your Majesty," she said, following his lead and let him move her as he wished. "T'Challa it is, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) felt like she would burn in the fire of his touch and words. Something strong bubbling in her chest for him, stronger feelings than she had for Steve or any of her previous ones.

Perhaps, it was something new. Something permanent.

#t'challa #t'chaka #t'challa x reader #tchalla #tchalla x reader #black panther #black panther x reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #tony stark x reader #stark!reader

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tarithenurse · 1 year

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Good morning

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing/starring: T’Challa x fem!reader (can be read as GN) Word count: 504 Content: Pure fluff, morning after, mentions of smut and morning wood, domestic!T’Challa, kinda petite reader. A/N: Drabble-esque bite of morning fluff. This time it’s unbetaed (giving my darling a break because I’ve been abusing her skills lately).

Good morning

You’ve been lying awake for a few minutes, watching how the morning sun moves across the pillow towards him. Calm. Serene. T’Challa is always beautiful but he’s down right ethereal in his sleep.

As the sunbeam hits his cheek (highlighting the curves and lines that you find so handsome), the light brings renewed life to his skin, adding a golden sheen to the already warm hue. His eyelashes flutter but don’t open. His nose scrunches a bit and you know that he’s awake because his breathing alters, becoming a deep, satisfied sigh at first.

Then you notice his hand twitching, crabbing slowly across the expanse of the bed between the two of you until it finds what it’s looking for: you. And he smiles.

Not a word is spoken, not even as he turns to the side and lifts his part of the covers to allow you access. Happily, you accept: turning and squirming closer until you’re spooning and you can feel his morning wood against your butt. You wiggle a bit, earning a new sigh from him before he stills you with a large hand on your hip – after all, this night has left you both sated.

You can feel T’Challa’s breath against your neck, making the little hairs there drift on the warm air each time he exhales. It tickles but you’re too lazy to move. It feels heavenly to lie in his arms. Cocooned. Smiling, you drift off once more.

...

You feel the emptiness of the bed before you really come to: somehow T’Challa must have been able to sneak out of your shared bed but you can hear rummaging beyond the bedroom and there’s a scent of pancakes that immediately makes your stomach rumble. Sitting up, you stretch, feeling the pleasant soreness of your thighs. Then you get up and find the closest piece of clothing to drape over your naked form.

Following the scent and sounds while buttoning T’Challa’s shirt, you’re led to the kitchen as expected. There, your love is tending to the frying pan and a stack of pancakes are already standing ready at the side while the table has been decked with fresh juice, coffee, tea, and a variety of toppings for the pancakes that you didn’t even know you had in the fridge.

“Good morning, beloved” he hums, flashing you a smile and a quirked eyebrow at the sight of you, “that suits you.”

You’re rolling up the sleeves of the shirt that riches mid-thigh. He, on the other hand, is dressed in low-hanging sweats and a simple t-shirt that clings to his form perfectly.

“Morning,” you grin, but he’s already busy once more with the pancakes. Sauntering over, you place a gentle kiss on his cheek before turning to the table and its riches. “Smells and looks delicious, babe.”

“Thank you.” There’s pride in his voice. “This is the last one so sit, get something to drink, and I’ll be right there.”

You smile, certain that you’ll never forget this morning.

#T'challa #T'Challa AU #T'challa x reader #T'Challa x you #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #T'Challa fanfiction #T'Challa fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu fanfiction #writing #T'Challa fluff #t'challa morning after #domestic!T'challa #AU!T'challa

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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Avengers Preference-FTM

3 Year Masterlist

Prompt: Pride month FTM!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of periods,top scars,brief mention of dead name

Loki

There was gonna be a huge ball at the palace. Loki had dragged you along,you weren't a big fan of parties you couldn't remember the last time you'd be to one. Of course Loki wouldn't let you anywhere near the ballroom without the right attire,he had gone through his entire closet. Picking a couple outfits and setting them to the side.

"Alright,take your clothes off" You froze,you hadn't told him yet. "Y/N?"

"Loki there's something I have to tell you"

"If you're embarrassed I promise I won't look"

"It's not that,although I appreciate it. It's actually my scars,no one has seen them yet. And I haven't even told you that I'm"He reached out putting his hand on top of yours.

"Y/N it's okay believe me I understand and you don't have to say it until you want. Now try these on" He got up and turned his back to you.

"Loki you can look,but how did you know?" He turned to face you.

"I'm not exactly clueless on these things" You knew exactly what Loki was referring to,what everyone else called 'lady Loki' who was beautiful and you were always supportive of who Loki was. "Now come we can't be late"

***

Walking into the ballroom,your arms entwined. A few people stared but they didn't last long. Suddenly a woman walked up to you. Before she had a chance to say anything Loki greeted her.

"Hello mother,I'd like to introduce you to Y/N. My,what is it that midgardians say?" He thought for a moment "Boyfriend" He blurted out. She turned to face you,smiling.

Dr.Strange

Training was longer today,the ancient one had put you in charge of training Stephen. Begin one of the best helped a lot,Stephen was a quick learner and you couldn't be happier with how far he'd come in a short time. Since you spent so much time together you were naturally close,which resulted in you developing a crush on him.

He managed to knock you to the ground,but quickly knelt down.

"Y/N are you okay?"He asked. You could feel your binder digging into your ribs,it was getting hard to breathe.

"I'm fine" He helped you up. "That's enough for today" You walked back to your room,quickly taking off your binder. Taking a few deep breaths,suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Y/N"

"Yes?" You opened the door slightly,not enough for him to see much.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay" He pushed the door slightly. "I was worried since you were wearing your binder for a long time" He pushed the door open and walked in.

"You knew?" He just nodded.

"I just want you to know that I don't think of you any differently" Moving closer you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you" He smiled at you "But don't think I'll go easier on you"

Bucky

Bucky was curled up on the bed,he was shirtless and you could see his scars. Before you realize you started tracing them with your finger,you felt him shiver. He moved onto his side and you moved to lay down,putting your arm around him. You felt a bigger scar just near his abs,you moved to sit up. Bucky rolled over onto his back,letting you see the scar more clearly.

"Where's this from?" You asked without thinking.

"It's a long story"

"Sorry I didn't mean to"

"It's okay,I'm actually surprised it took you so long to ask about any of them" He sat up,his back against the headboard.

“Well you never asked about mine”He had seen your scars a few times,but he never said anything.

“I just thought you didn’t want to talk about it. But now that you brought it up how did you get those?”

“They’re from my top surgery”You explained,before you could say anything else he pulled you into a hug. You kissed his cheek,he took off his dog tags putting them on you instead. You didn’t ask,you just kissed him again.

Peter parker/Spider-man

Peter was one of the first people you came out to,you had been friends for years. He had been there for you through your transition. Today you were going to get top surgery and Peter came with you.

“So how do you feel?”

“Like a weight has been lifted off my chest”He laughed,putting his hand on your arm. “Thank you for coming with me”

“Anytime”

After a few hours you were let out,Peter insisted that you stay with him while you were recovering. You were watching a movie when Peter suddenly asked.

“Y/N do you wanna go out with me sometime?”His face was completely red as he avoided your eyes.

“I’d love to”You leaned forward,pressing your lips onto his cheek.

Tony Stark/Iron man

You rushed down to the lab.

“Tony!”You quickly ran into his arms,crying.

“Y/N,what’s wrong? What happened?”He asked,panicked. Picking up your phone you showed him the article,he took your phone as you continued crying. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Tony,but you never expected that someone would go as far as to out your birth name. “Y/N,I’m so sorry. I promise you they won’t get away with this” He held you until you calmed down,his hands rubbing your back.

“What now?”You asked.

“I have an idea but you’ll need to be there with me”

Since it was pride month,the news of your outing was met with support from the community. Along with a lot of criticism to the reporters and news outlets. You felt a lot better knowing that you weren’t the only one upset. Although Tony still wanted to go through with his plan and so did you. You were both going to a pride parade,he had draped a flag over your shoulders like a cape. And painting the flags on your cheeks. You couldn’t be happier standing there with Tony,just being confident in who you are.

Natasha romanoff/Black widow

You knew today was gonna be terrible,you got your period and everything was awful. Thankfully there weren’t any emergencies today,which meant you could stay in bed all day. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone,when Natasha walked in.

“Hey feeling any better?”She asked,rummaging through the paper bag she was holding. “I brought some stuff that might help”

“I feel better,thank you”You gave her a quick kiss.

“Now move over”She laughed,climbing in beside you.You wrapped your arm around her. “So you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Only if we can cuddle”

“Sure as long as you don’t fall asleep on me”She laughed,grabbing the remote.

Hela

No one dared say anything to you,since you were dating the goddess of death. Hela was extremely proud of you and would show you off like you were her treasure. Which you secretly loved,the way she talked about you was enough to make you blush like crazy. Today just wasn’t a good day for you,your dysphoria had been acting up worse that usual. You avoided mirrors and any type of reflective surface,not wanting to see your reflection. Hela was in the throne room as you made your way in;she looked you up and down,she quickly gestured to one of the guards. They left as soon as you reached the throne.

“Something bothering you?”She stood up,taking your hand in hers.

“No,I'm fine.”You lied,avoiding her eyes.

“Y/N please don’t lie to me,i can tell that you’re not fine”You walked out to the balcony behind the throne,with Hela following you. You leaned over the balcony,looking over Asgard.

"What do you think they'd say?" Hela stood beside you,a confused look on her face. "About me? If they knew"

"They wouldn't,no one would dare say anything about my king. And if they did they'd have to deal with me" She pulled you closer,kissing you as your hands wrapped around her.

Shuri

Shuri had called you telling you to come to the lab,she had said that she was working on something for you. But didn’t tell you what it was. As you walked in you noticed that it was surprisingly empty,looking around you only saw Shuri.

“There you are!”She stood up,pulling you along to a table. “When you told me you're transgender I did some research into binders and I remembered hearing you complain that they're uncomfortable,and I didn't want that"

You pulled her close,kissing her cheek. It warmed your heart that she did,even though she didn’t have to. She smiled at you. “As I was saying,I didn’t want you to be in pain all the time. So i did what i do best” She said clearly proud of herself,she handed you a binder. The material of it felt a lot softer though.

“Do you want me to try it on now?”

“If you want to”Her tone made it obvious that she wanted you to wear it. She turned around letting you take your shirt off,your binder was difficult to take off and got stuck. You turned away from Shuri.

“Shuri,could you help me?”

“Of course”You felt her hands on your back,pulling your binder over your head. “I can promise that you won’t have to worry about that with mine”You couldn’t see but you knew that she was smirking. You put on the one she made,she was right it was way more comfortable than a regular one. It wasn’t too tight but it still made your chest look flat.

“Shuri you can look now” She turned to face you,smiling.

“Looks like I got the size perfectly. How do you feel?”

“A lot more comfortable than my old one”You joked.

“It’s not too tight is it? It’s not affecting your breathing?”She asked,carefully touching it, avoiding your chest directly and only touching your sides.

“It’s incredible Shuri,you practically did the impossible”You reassured her,giving her a kiss.

M’baku

It was just a normal day,nothing was really going on. So you just walked up to the throne room,finding M’baku sitting on the throne. When he saw you,he gestured for you to come over. He immediately pulled you into his lap.

“Did you sleep well,my prince?” You chuckled,putting your arm around his shoulders. He kissed you,putting his arm around your waist.

“I love it when you call me that.”You moved to kiss his jaw down to his neck,he laughed. Last night was incredible,it was the first time you had sex with him. You were thinking about it,when suddenly you noticed that the room was empty. He put his hand on your thigh

“How do you feel? I wasn’t too rough was I?”He asked,and you quickly kissed him.

“Not at all. Last night was amazing”He smiled,clearly proud of himself. “Can you call me that again?”

“Call you what?”He asked,you blushed avoiding his eyes. “My prince”You buried your head into his neck.

T’challa

Your relationship had been a secret,while T’challa’s father was the king. But when he became king,nothing could stop him. Both Shuri and his mother were proud,Shrui was the only person who knew before he became king. She was always there for both of you. You were happy with T’challa,but you were scared of what the people would say. Not that they dared since he was the king,but you still thought about it. You were laying in bed with him next to you.

“Do you think the people of wakanda hate me?”He instantly bolted up.

“What are you talking about,darling? No one would say that”

“They don’t have to”You got up walking towards the window,he followed you. “I mean they probably think it’s already bad enough that you’re dating a man,let alone that I’m trans. And don’t even get me started on the whole heir to the throne problem” He immediately looked concerned and worried,you had never seen him like this.

“Y/N you know that I love you,I don't care what anyone says. Or traditions all i care about is the man i love and that’s you. I want you to stay with me,for as long as I’m king no one will ever disrespect you and get away with it. Y/N will you marry me?”You froze,you had a feeling he was gonna ask you but not like this not now,although your answer was still the same.

“Yes I will”

#ftm reader #x ftm reader #loki x reader #dr strange x reader #bucky x reader #spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #hela x reader #shuri x reader #m'baku x reader #t'challa x reader

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Short Nights & Stars

Storm x Female Reader/daughter x T'challa

Request: Hey there! May I have a request of a reader being the daughter of storm and tchalla who’s powers is to control elements?

Your parents are pushing you hard on your training. They always remind you that, the fights will never be easy or fair. You managed to use your powers to break the ground, it would make them lose their balance. Your eyes would change white when you use your powers. The idea was good but they managed to get to you.

“Y/n, you have to be faster,” T'Challa said.

He had his claws aimed at your face and you are breathing hard. But he moved away to give you space and your mom was in the sky looking down at you two.

“Your father is right,” Storm said.

She lands on the ground and you thought that you would win.

“I thought my plan was perfect,” You said.

“No plan is ever perfect. Let's take a break then we would go again” Storm said.

“Okay, mom,” You said.

You would train with them in a private room. The technology can change into any scenery and it can rain inside the room.

“Are you okay? You seem off” T'Challa said.

“I’m fine, just tired from training,” You said.

“Remember to stay hydrated,” Storm said.

“I know,” You said.

Everyone assumes that you have to be a perfect hero. And you feel the pressure even more when you are around your parents.

Storm and T'Challa are alone, in the laboratory.

“I’m worried about our daughter,” Storm said.

“About what?” T'Challa asked.

“She seems off and she is different,” Storm said.

“Storm, she is growing more of course she would be different. Every young person like her would have a hard time controlling their powers, just give her time” T'Challa said.

“I think you are right. But she has been getting better at moving faster” Storm said.

“Yes, she has been getting faster. We should give her the night off from training” T'Challa said.

“Yes, I agree,” Storm said.

Storm and T'Challa start to design the suit with Shuri. Storm and Shuri start to pick the colors while T'Challa makes sure has the right technology to protect you during battles.

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It's late and you sneak out of your bedroom, through the window. You are happy to see your friends Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova. Kate hugged you and Yelena isn't a hugger.

“Wow, I can't believe we are in Wakanda” Kate smiled.

“Kate, wouldn't shut up about it,” Yelena said.

“I’m glad you two are here” You smiled.

“Yeah! What should we do first?!” Kate excitedly said.

You were going to show them around but that didn't happen. Okoye was guarding then she assume they were going to attack you. She jumped down and used her spear to attack Yelena, but Yelena managed to move out of the way.

“Who the hell are you?” Yelena asked.

Yelena takes out her hidden blade and starts to attack Okoye. Then more guards come out, but Kate doesn't have her weapons. Kate tries to fight back but she is outnumbered.

“Protect, Y/n” Okoye yelled.

Yelena almost stabbed Okoye but she used her spear to block the attack, then she kicked Yelena in the stomach. Yelena falls down and Kate was flipped to the ground.

“Stop! They are my friends!” You yelled.

Everyone stopped and you stand in front of Okoye.

“I’m serious, don't attack them. They are my friends!” You yelled.

“You let them in Wakanda?” Okoye asked.

“Yeah, so I can spend time with them,” You said.

“Take them to their cell,” Okoye said.

“Why? They didn't break any rules!” You yelled.

Before Okoye can answer, your parents showed up. Okoye told them what happened and your parents aren't happy. They take Yelena and Kate to a cell temporarily. You are in standing in front of your parents, and they start to lecture you.

“How did you even meet them?” Storm asked.

“I met them through Miles Morales who is Spiderman and Gwen Stacy... When umm I sneaked out to a concert to see Hobie Brown aka Spider-Punk and his band called Spider-Band” You said.

“Y/n, you did what! I can't believe you would sneak out. And what if something happened to you and you got hurt!?” Storm yelled.

“Mom, I was fine and I wasn't alone. And I have powers-”

“Y/n, having powers doesn't mean that you will be unstoppable. There is always someone stronger than you or us. If something happened to you and we couldn't find you, then we would have lost you” T'Challa said.

“You are being reckless and you need to grow up,” Storm said.

“I’m sorry. But I wanted to have some fun” You said.

“Go to your room,” T'Challa said.

“What about my friends?” You asked.

“They will stay the night and then leave because you won't go anywhere in a long time,” T'Challa said.

“Not fair” You sighed.

“Don’t you dare, roll your eyes at us. Go to your room, Y/n” Storm said.

“Whatever” You mumbled.

You go to your bedroom and the guards are standing by your door. They set your friends free and let them stay the night.

✫ ✫ ✯ ✫

You have your new suit, your parents and Shuri told you to go over your limit. You didn't know how so Shuri’s robots and your parents are all fighting you at once.

“I didn't have this in mind to try out my suit!” You yelled.

“Once again, Y/n we told the battles are never fair. Step up your game, Y/n” Storm said.

Her eyes changed colors and she summoned thunder to attack you. Your dad is using his claws to attack you. The robots have guns and you are trying to dodge everyone’s attack, then you used your power to create an earthquake.

Now, you are using all your powers at once. You created a hole in the ground and the water starts to rise fast, then you used the water to attack the robots. Then you use powerful thunder to attack your parents. But they teamed up together to fight back, T'Challa jumped higher while you are distracted by him then your mom used tornadoes to attack you.

“I almost had you!” You said.

“You need to think faster, Y/n” Storm said.

“I’m so close but yet I fail every time!” You sighed.

“Just because you fail doesn't mean you shouldn't stop getting stronger. That's why we train you hard, we might not be around to help you” T'Challa said.

“I know,” You said.

Your parents hugged you and you tell them you like the suit. Your parents take you out to eat and you are having a good time with them.

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Later, T'Challa and Storm asked Shuri to do a background check on your friends. They don't like that Yelena is a black widow and Hobbie is a rebel. They check deeper into their background and they found out stuff that you don't know.

#female reader #fem reader #t'challa x reader #T'challa x daughter #marvel female reader insert #t'challa imagines #T'challa imagine

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The Fix (part 6)

Previously on The Fix….(click here for part 5)

“I think…..I think I l…..”

You turned around to face him with a puzzled expression, gazing into his eyes.

“You think you what?”

T’Challa shook his head and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Just go on and be with him. That’s what you’ve wanted all along.” He managed to plaster a fake smile on his face. You weren’t really buying it but figured you had to. You said goodbye and walked out of the door. As you walked away from his office, you felt yourself tearing up and didn’t know why. What was the problem? You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?

Then why aren’t you happy about it?

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You were back with Aaron. That’s what you wanted for so long. He was somewhat being more attentive than he was before. It felt like he was trying to redeem himself for the past shittiness. Your relationship was better now. You should be happier now.

But you weren’t.

You still thought about T’Challa. When Aaron was kissing you, you were lowkey wishing it was T’Challa’s lips. When he was hugging you, you wished it was T’Challa’s arms around you.

You missed him.

You hated to admit it, but you did.

Was it guilt because you were in a committed relationship, thinking about another man? Or was it regret that you took Aaron back?

No. You wanted him. Aaron was your man and has always been your man. This was inevitable, and both you and T’Challa knew it.

Should you tell Aaron? Should you tell Aaron you cheated? Well, you didn’t cheat cheat, but you technically did. You gotta be honest with him. You can’t start this new relationship, especially since he’s improving himself for you. It’s only right.

Yeah, sure, bitch. You’re just hoping when you tell him, he leaves you alone for good so you can have T’Challa, all to yourself and guilt-free.

You winced at your brain. No, that’s not it. He deserves the truth. I would want him to tell me if he messed with another girl during our break.

LOL, so you can have an excuse to end it? So transparent.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

You finally got out of your head and glanced at your phone. It was almost 6, meaning Aaron was on his way over here. To study, of course. One would think after a long separation, you two would be at it like fucking rabbits. Granted, on your end, your needs were being more than fulfilled, but him? You weren’t sure, but then again, he swears he was faithful. It’s a shame you couldn't say the same.

Maybe Aaron wasn’t attracted to you anymore. No, that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t have come back. You two were kinda starting over, so maybe he wanted to take it slow, which you were grateful for, lowkey.

A sharp knock on your dorm door shook you out of your thoughts. That must be him. You opened the door to see your boyfriend giving you a small smile. You failed to return it as he pulls you in for a quick hug and stepped aside to let him inside. He started to talk a bit about his day, but you weren't listening, and you felt bad that you weren’t listening, but you needed to get this off your chest.

“Aaron…we need to talk. Well, I need to talk, and you need to listen, then decide what you wanna do afterward. I just need to get this off my chest.” You blurted out, interrupting his rambling. He looked confused, taking a seat at your desk. In the look of confusion, worry seeped through. It seemed like he was panicking on the inside, but doing a good job to look calm. He was doing a good job, but you could read people easily.

He’s probably worried that you're breaking up with him.

You wanted to sigh. You weren’t, but after this, you were sure he was gonna want to break up for good.

You sat on your twin xl bed, facing him with a sincere expression. “There’s no easy way to say this, Aaron. But I have to. I had sex with someone else during our break. I’m so sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Your boyfriend blinked a few times and let out a deep sigh. “Um, so there was another guy?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Yes, there was, but I promise I ended it when you came back. I feel bad, but you were gone and dodging me, and I know that’s not an excuse but-“

“Y/N…it’s cool.”

You could’ve sworn a record scratch played in your head. He wasn’t mad.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows furrowed with your head tilted. Aaron let out a dry chuckle at your expression.

“Yeah, well, I ain’t really happy that you did that, but I guess I deserved it for abandoning you.”

You felt like you were dreaming. Is this real? Is he being serious or sarcastic? Was he gearing up to break up with you viciously? What was his angle here?

You shot up out of bed like a Jack in the box. “Where is Ashton Kutcher with the cameras?!”

“What?”

You got close to him. “Aaron, I CHEATED on you, and you’re ok with that?!”

He groaned in response, which caused you to raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

“I told you! I ain’t happy about it, but we were on a break, and you were honest. Girl, what do you want? You want me to scream at you? To break up with you?”

You were taken aback by this because what did you want him to do? You weren’t sure, but damn, it felt like he didn’t really care. You told T’Challa you were breaking up y’all’s situation-ship, and he seemed distraught. Your fucking boyfriend, on the other hand, finds out you fucked another man, and he acts as if you told him you lost his pencil or something.

Hell, you were beginning to think you would get more of a reaction if you lost his damn pencil!

However, the crazy thing is, you were somewhat relieved he didn’t blow up on you. It was a mix of emotions, and you were overall annoyed with it.

“So I fucked another man, multiple times, and it was GOOD, I mean really -“

Aaron’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Alright, you’re doing a lot. I feel like you want me to break up with you.”

You got mute, but after a while, managed to squeak out. “Well, are you?”

He finally stood up and took your hands. “No, babe. I meant it when I said I wanted us back. I can’t sit here and act like you weren't gonna meet and like other guys during our break. Like I said before, I ain’t thrilled about it, but it happened. We just gotta push through.”

You raised an eyebrow again. “Did you meet and like other girls? Because you’re surprisingly so understanding about this.”

He let out another chuckle. “I told you I was working on me during our break.”

You allowed yourself to crack a small smile. “I guess you really did.” You leaned in to kiss his lips, and after a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. For real.”

“I know you are. Now come on, let’s study.”

Aaron was at your dorm for maybe an hour before he had to go. You barely studied, but it’s ok. You could do it later. It was a little past 7. Still kind of early. You resolved things with Aaron, and you had a nagging feeling that you should resolve things with T’Challa. You haven’t talked to him since that day. It didn’t seem like anything was bad between you guys, but you still felt a pressing urge to see him. You decided to pop up, so he wouldn’t reject you.

You got dressed in a simple, casual outfit and walked to his apartment. You remembered the number and made your way to his door. You hesitated to knock because what if he really didn’t want to see you?

You didn’t get the chance to knock because the door swung open, and there was T’Challa, clad in his black v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. It took everything, and I mean, everything for you not to look down. He was stunned to see you, and you gave a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m sorry for just dropping in on you, but can we talk? Please?”

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted to smile at you, but couldn’t. In all honesty, his heart was happy to see you, but his brain was angry at your audacity to show up at his apartment after breaking his heart. But with those eyes of yours, he just wanted to give you whatever you wanted. The problem was…you wouldn’t let him.

T’Challa finally mustered up some words for you. “Y/N, now is not a good time.”

You felt defeated, but you should’ve expected that answer.

“I get it, but I just wanted to say-“

“Hey, T'challa, where’d you get that soap-“ a girl popped up from where his bathroom was, and her eyes fell on you. You recognized her. Nadia Richardson. She was a girl you had class with a few times, and let’s just say the classes weren’t the only easy things.

Don’t get it twisted. You were very hoe-positive and not a slut shamer, but this slut needed to be shamed. She flirted and ended up sleeping with many men on campus, single, married, in a relationship, you name it. She didn’t care who she was sleeping with. She was an attractive woman and felt like everyone deserved a piece of it.

And it seemed like T’Challa was one of them. Her first professor. She must be fucking ecstatic.

“Oh hey! I recognize you! Y/N, right? We had classes together!” Nadia must’ve seen the expression on your face and giggled. “Oh, this isn’t what this looks like! He was helping me with these upcoming finals! I was a mess, but he really fixed me!”

She was grinning now as if she was mocking you. Your blood began to boil, and you sprinted away from his door.

“Did I say something wrong?” You heard Nadia ask as you ran away.

You couldn’t believe this. He really was fucking her?!?! A student? So quick after you two ended?! You felt like you couldn’t breathe with how furious you were. Hot tears were pricking your eyes as you continued to stomp away from that disgusting display. You fucking knew it. He was some sick professor that preyed on students, and your dumbass fell prey to him.

You were not aware T’Challa had chased after you until you were finally outside, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. He had been calling your name the whole time, but you couldn’t hear in all the anger.

“Y/N! Will you please calm down?!”

You pulled away from him roughly and gave him a huge shove to his chest.

“CALM DOWN?!?!! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN YOU GOT SOME BITCH FROM CAMPUS IN YOUR APARTMENT?!”

“Y/N, lower your voice please let me exp-“

You shoved him again, this time, the hot tears fell. “I KNEW YOU WERE A DIRTY DICK PROFESSOR THAT WAS OVER HERE PREYING ON STUDENTS! YOU WERE GIVING HER THE FIX TOO, I SEE!”

Now T’Challa was mad. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!”

You sarcastically laughed. “Oh yes! But I FUCKING FOUND IT! I should’ve never fucked your nasty ass!”

You turned on your heel to storm off, but he prevented that by grabbing your wrist roughly. You looked in his eyes, and you could’ve sworn you had never seen him that pissed before. You almost swallowed nervously.

“I did not fuck that woman! But even if I had, that is none of your concern! You ended our relationship to be with your boyfriend, correct?! So why are you still concerned about me?! Why did you even come here?!”

You finally swallowed and pulled your arm again, with no success. “I wanted to fucking talk to you! I didn’t wanna be on bad terms with you-“

“WELL, WE ARE. UNDERSTAND?! YOU CAN NOT BREAK MY HEART, AND COME BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO ASSOCIATE WITH YOU! HOW INCREDIBLY SELFISH ARE YOU?!?!”

That was it. He finally burst. You were still trying to register what he just said to you. Break his heart?

T’Challa’s face softened, and he loosened the grip he had on your wrist.

“I loved you. Loved you more than he did. I did everything I could to show you that I loved you, but you wanted him. I would have given you the world if you asked me to, Y/N. But you did not want the world from me. You wanted it from him. Even after you wounded me with your actions and now your words, I still love you.”

You don’t know what possessed you to do this, but you did it. You slapped him. Right across the face. You did it hard as hell too. He was shocked by your action. You were somewhat shocked by your action.

“You’re a fucking liar.” You hissed venomously. “You don’t fucking love me. You ran into that hoe’s arms right after I left! And now you wanna say you love me?!”

T’Challa‘s anger came back. “What are you doing here, really? Wanting to talk to me?! As if you care about me?! As if you love me?!”

“I DO! I FUCKING DO!” You shouted out, shocking him and yourself. It felt like something that was waiting to burst out of you, and it finally did. You felt relief, but you were still so fucking mad at him.

He finally let your wrist go completely. “I see I am not the only fucking liar here.”

His words cut deep. You were hurt. He denied your love, but hell, you did the same thing, so how could you really talk?

More tears fell, and you wiped them away, quickly. You took a deep breath and chuckled dryly.

“You know what? Go to hell and take that fucking slut with you.” You spat and turned to storm away, but you turned back to let out one more thing before completely walking away.

“And you’re right. I am a liar. Because I fucking hate you.”

You didn’t know when you got back to your dorm, but you did. Through the tears you sobbed while walking, you managed to make it to your dorm safely. You hated him, but you loved him. You love him. It took a minute to realize, but you did. If anything, you’ve been in denial about it because Aaron was all you knew. How could you let go of all you knew?

Maybe you held onto the thing making you sad because once upon a time, it made you happy.

You fucked up. You hurt T’Challa and yourself by being an absolute fuck up. In reality, you didn’t deserve him. You clearly weren’t the type of girl he should love. Maybe he’ll find love with Nadia, and she’ll finally sit her lil nasty ass down. You had it coming.

You were scared to love him, and now you lost him.

Amid your sobbing and wallowing, you finally noticed your group chat had messages and, before you could read them, Melanie was calling you.

“HOE!!!” She screamed as soon as you answered the phone. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t.

“What’s up?”

“Were you not looking at the group chat?! Bitch, we're about to go to this party at GSU. You down?!”

You shook your head as if she could see you. “I don’t think so. I’m not really up to partying.”

“Come on, bitch! Let’s go! We gotta party one time before we really gotta focus on finals! We deserve it! Besides, doesn’t your boo go here?”

She’s right. Finals was about to whoop our ass, and Aaron did go to GSU, the college thirty minutes away from yours. Fuck it. Let’s party and see your actual man instead of thinking about that stupid man you still love.

You got off the phone to get cute, and your friends came to get you an hour later. When you arrived at the party, it was loud and looked fun as fuck. Once you walked, Mel immediately went up to a guy, and Cass went to go get a drink. Ari stayed with you, being just as asocial and anxious as you are. Soon after, a man asked Ari to go dance, and she looked at you for permission. You silently gave it to her, and she went on her way. Now you were alone. You sighed deeply. This was trash. You should’ve stayed in your dorm. You really weren’t in the mood to party.

A minute or two later, You decided to follow Cass’s lead and go get a drink. Maybe you just needed a drink or 2 or 5 or 10. You didn’t see Cass where the drinks were. You shrugged this off and continued getting a drink. As you were sipping, the three stooges ran up to you, with calm but panicked looks on their faces. What was going on?

“Hey, this party is actually wack. I think we should go.” Mel stated as the rest of them agreed with her easily. What the fuck is their problem?

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night. There’s probably another party we can go to.” Cass chimed in.

You looked at all three suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you guys? Your niggas did something?” You snorted before taking another sip.

“No, but yours did,” Ari mumbled under her breath, causing the other two to hit her. You didn’t hear her though.

“What?”

“Nothing, sweetie. We should just go!” Mel attempted to push you out of the kitchen while Cass and Ari followed behind. Once you almost made it to the front door, you glanced to your right, and think it was the alcohol affecting you, but you only had one drink. Were you drugged?

“Hey guys. Is it just me, or is that Aaron kissing a man?” You questioned, giggling at how ridiculous that might’ve sounded. When your three friends stopped, hung their heads in defeat, and sighed, right then and there, you knew you weren’t drugged. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you, and what you were seeing was real life.

“You guys…Why the FUCK is Aaron kissing a man?”

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A/N: uh oh! Did anyone see that coming? I know I did because I am the author 😇 I do wanna make a few things clear:

I do not condone homophobia so please know this isn’t the direction I am going in with this story. Reader will NOT be homophobic, and I’m trying my absolute best to make sure she doesn’t come across as so.

This bombshell moment has always been intended since the beginning of this story. It's not something I threw in for the hell of it lol. If you reread the parts and even this chapter, the hints were there!

That fight between you and T’Challa was whew! But let’s see how and if we come back from this! 😉

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avengerscompound · 2 years

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T.E.S.T. Kitchen Infinity Comic

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 2 years

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Marvel Character x Reader Imagines -

How You Cuddle (Marvel Men Part 2):

This post includes: Scott, Vision, T'Challa, Peter Q, Marc, Steven.

Please see Part 1 for: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Stephen, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Peter P.

Summary: Male Marvel character x reader. A series of short imagines about how each male Marvel character would cuddle their significant other. You can read all the characters, or just scroll down until you find your comfort character 💜

Warnings: None, just fluff and cuddles!

A/N: Marvel women will be in a separate post! Please let me know if you like this style of writing and I will continue to make more 'imagines'.

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Scott Lang:

Scott's cuddles are spontaneous. You never know when you're going to feel his arms collide with yours. Sitting and watching a movie? Before you know it, Scott's picked you up and placed your head on his lap, stroking your hair as you finish the film. Washing the dishes? Not for long, because not even half way through you feel a pair of long arms snake around your waist pulling you close, the light breeze of his breath against your neck as he snuggles into your back. Scott's like an excitable puppy when he's around you, and his cuddles definitely show that.

Vision:

Cuddles with Vision are a journey. At the beginning of your relationship, he didn't really know what to do. He knew he felt love for you, he knew he wanted to protect you. When you cried, he knew deep in his workings that you needed to be held, as if something was tugging on his metallic heart strings. When you bounded over to him with your arms wide open, an instinct told him to do the same. You had to be patient with Vision especially at the start of your connection - "is this right, love?" He would ask as he slipped an arm around your waist as you watched a movie together. Now, in a settled partnership with your lover, Vision is almost a professional. After months of learning his way around your needs, he adores having you laying on his chest, his right hand curled around your shoulder, while the other rubs circles on your back, or supports a book he gently reads aloud, to calm you down after a long day.

T'Challa:

T'Challa's cuddles are extremely protective. As you lay with him in Wakanda, his Princess, on his king sized bed, his muscular arms grasp you tightly against his body. From behind, he curls his hand around your side and places it gently on your stomach, whilst the other intertwines through your hair. Spooning you close, he leans down, his breath on the tips of your ears as he whispers "Hey baby, I got you. I know there's a scary wide world out there, but here, with me, with my people, I will keep you safe." Kissing your forehead, you feel his body shift and he moves in closer, pressing his front to your back as you drift into sleep.

Peter Quill:

"Babeeeeee?" Your boyfriends voice catches you off guard. You turn your head to find a pouting Peter sprawled out on the sofa, his arms stretched across the back of the furniture, almost as if he wanted to make space for something... or someone. Bounding over to the sofa, you see his eyes light up with adoration as you lay your body across his lap - your head by one of his arms, and your legs touching the other. As he runs his fingers through your hair and admires you draped over his midsection, he exhales deeply. "What's wrong?" You ask. "Nothing kitten, I just needed a cuddle from my favourite person"

Marc Spector:

Living with Marc can certainly have its challenges - one of those being trying to help your boyfriend express his emotions to you, especially during cuddles. When you cuddle with Marc, you like to focus on him, allowing him to use this opportunity of intimacy and love for honesty and vulnerability, the inaudible chatter on the television acting as nothing but white noise as you fixate on your boyfriend. Laying on your bed, facing each other, your arms draped over each others waists, legs intertwined, your foreheads almost touching, you try to bring out his sensitive side. All you want to do is learn more about him, and what makes your boyfriend the person he is today. The quiet is heart breaking. "Stop baby." He would press, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he felt your disappointment, before rolling over and turning off the light. "There's nothing to talk about." But in the darkness of the night, you felt a light wetness as Marc pressed his lips to yours, his face hovering above yours and his arms held you tightly. "I'm sorry baby. I love you. I promise I'll tell you everything."

Steven Grant:

Cuddles with Steven are never the same. All he wants to do is make you happy - his worst fear being that you become tired or even bored of the relationship. So he always tries to shake things up and give you differnt types of cuddles, to truly show that he thinks about you every moment. To him, you're not predictable, you're not just 'routine.' "Okay. Umm-Uh, roll over for me." Giggling to yourself, you rolled away from your lover, to feel him tightly pack himself close to your body, pressing his stomach to your back. The next day, when you came home stressed, you found Steven sitting in bed with his legs apart, patting the space in between them. Cautiously, you clambered into his lap. "Great. Now um, here." Fumbling over his words, your anxious boyfriend gently uncrossed your legs and wrapped them around his back. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and burrowed your face into his neck, relaxing your body after a long and hard day, clinging onto the brunette like a sloth. "There you go angel, better now."

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midnightlee25 · 1 year

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Yandere Profile: Black Panther (T'Challa)

Meeting:

There are mainly possible meetings whether they were another hero, a servant, a soldier or another royal from another kingdom. What did change was what he felt the first time he saw them. Sure, as he gets to know them more the feelings will deepen but it's that first time, he saw them was what really set everything off.

Stalking/After Meeting:

There will definitely be another meeting and another…. there will be as many as he can get. There will also be many trackers and cameras and or maybe people always watching over them when he can't. Both because he can't get enough of them but also for their own protection.

Kidnapping:

It is something that happens gradually. Maybe they had started leaving items in the ‘guest room’ that he always insists that they stay in wherever they are over longer than they thought they would be. Then they started staying over longer and then what do you know they are now basically living with him since he had all of their items moved into that very room, he has just for them.

Punishments:

The closest thing that he will do is doing somewhat isolation. Believing that they ‘need a break’ so they are locked in their room in order to calm down during this time no one is allowed near them unless it is to bring them food and drink but even then, it doesn't always mean a person is delivering it.

Relationship:

The relationship as a whole is pretty normal, sure it may be a bit intense at times and it may be going kind of fast but he does deeply care for his darling even if a lot of what's happening is only in his mind.

Random headcanons:

Even to those closest to him it's hard to see what some of the ‘weird’ things he is doing when he is so smitten with his darling. It just looks like he is trying to win them over and it's working. (at least that's how it appears.)

He truly is smitten with his darling and does try everything he can think of to win them over however at the same time there is a chance that those actions will just make them want to get away from him.

He does take things fairly fast in the sense that within a single year (or less.) he and his darling will be married. (Or at least that's what he wants to happen.)

That being said he isn't going to push his darling to do anything physically. That he will take his time waiting until they are ready for that kind of thing.

It will be hard for his darling to prove all the things that he has been doing. (Taking them, keeping them, making sure they don't leave etc.)

There is no doubt that his darling will live in luxury for the rest of their days.

AU:

Childhood friends:

Things will be calm for the longest time since he will start to believe that they are already in a relationship and once they are adults, he is already planning a wedding (that he thought about for years.) Now if his darling hasn't picked up on what he is thinking or hasn't already gotten with the program and gets a partner, that's when things start to kick off.

Mafia:

He is a merciful boss holding the city in a soft yet firm grab. Another other boss would be lucky to join him, a normal civilian will be lucky to have his protection as well as anyone close to them.

Gods:

He is a peaceful and generous deity that is loved by all. There is a human that has his eye one that he will make a special place for only them. Another deity will meet a similar fate only this time it will be with the other deities blessing.

Pirate:

He is a traveler sailing the seas in order to find new places to see. Maybe his darling is from one of those places or from the sea itself another crew mate or captain of another ship. No matter how it is that they met his darling should remember that there is only the open blue to witness whatever may happen next.

Demon:

He is a very charming and sly demon not meaning any harm but will take what he wants. This new human that he has met has piqued his interest. They just seem so sweet… so pure… he wonders what their soul will be like once the contract ends.

Future:

The future is all dependent on his darling. It could be like a dream come true with a loving caring husband who takes care of all of their needs or it could all just be a facade that is kept up in front of others afraid of what may happen next.

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tarithenurse · 2 years

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Longing

Fandom: MCU Pairing: T’Challa &/x fem!reader Content: Lots of pining and some fluff A/N: I admit, I should have worked on other projects but I didn’t and here we go! Enjoy!

Longing

... T’Challa ...

Standing on the balcony high above Birning Zana, T’Challa was blind to the glory of his city because his inner vision was swarmed with images of you.

He had known you for years (since childhood, actually) and during that time his boyish inclination to seek you out had grown. It had transgressed what pure friendship ought to be and now he found himself unable to free his mind from you, be it awake or asleep. He didn’t want to, though. He quite liked having you there as a part of his life all the time but he feared that if he were to be honest with you – if he confessed his feelings – that he would lose you.

“My boy,” he heard his mother speak behind him, startling him with the nearness of her presence, “where is your mind at?”

“Right here, mama,” he tried to hide his fluster.

“Do not take me for a fool,” she admonished with a kind smile, “but let me ask you instead...where is your heart?” He could have answered a plethora of things but instead he found himself hesitating and that must have been enough for his mother to guess at his true feelings. “Did you know...the day your father confessed his love for me, he was shaking...trembling with fear that I might say no...that he might lose me?”

“I did not know,” T’Challa admits truthfully, silently fearing a similar possibility.

“It was his honesty that made me understand my own feelings.” For a moment they stood in silence, watching the life unfold far beneath in the streets and at the markets. “Far from me is it to tell you what to do in matters of your heart,” Ramonda smiles, “but I do hope you will invite [Y/N] along for my birthday party next week?”

T’Challa stared at his mother, dumbfounded by the forwardness and insight. It would be the perfect opportunity. “I will ask her.”

... Reader ...

Reaching out for the perfect avocado, you were peeved to see it being picked up by someone else but the disappointment only lasted a few seconds as the owner of the hand tossed it to you.

“I can’t take it when you look so sad, [Y/N],” T’Challa laughs.

“Good! Because I have plans for this one.”

You payed and then began to walk side by side with the man you’d come to adore and admire through years of knowing him. Smiling up at him, you could sense that something was on his mind but you knew better than to probe.

Only when the two of you have found a quiet park and the guards have spread out a bit did T’Challa speak to you again: “I was hoping you might be free next week? Friday, specifically?”

Butterflies began to flutter in your chest and stomach. Is he asking for a date? “I...think I am?”

“Good good...uhm...” Your king and friend was fidgeting with the ring on his thumb. “My mother would like you to attend her birthday celebrations.”

Ramonda...not him? “That is kind of her,” you answered, hoping you could hide the new disappointment in your voice.

You were not a stranger in the king’s household and considered yourself to be on amicable terms with both the queen and princess Shuri. Going to Ramonda’s celebration would not be a stretch of that relationship. No. What bothered you was that it was she that had asked for your attendance and not something T’Challa asked for his own sake and so you had half a mind to decline the invitation.

“T’Challa...” For the first time this day, your eyes met and you felt for a moment as though there was a glimmer of hope there within the ebony pools of his eyes. You sighed. “I would be honoured to come.”

Later that night as you laid in bed, you made yourself a promise to tell T’Challa the truth about what you felt for him. It might risk your friendship, but you found that the longing was starting to poison your view on every single situation with him.

... T’Challa ...

He found himself to be nervous – much more than normal at social events but perhaps that had something to do with the decision he’d made: he would use this opportunity to talk with [Y/N] and confess his feelings.

The only problem was – well that was a lie as there were several issues with the plan – one of the problems was that the object of his desire still hadn’t shown herself. Not that she was late...at least not more than fashionably so.

“Relax,” Ramonda said to her son, “I am sure she will be here soon.” And just as she said it the doors opened to let in the woman in question.

Wauw was the most coherent thought T’Challa could manage to begin with. Wearing a dress in a deep red with gold, [Y/N] looked like royalty herself.

... Reader ...

You caught Ramonda’s eyes briefly and saw her nod to T’Challa before she walked away and began talking with the leader of the River Tribe. Then all you could see was your friend as he came towards you. The man you cared about. Loved. All the words you had prepared, everything you wanted to say to him now became a mishmash in your mind, muddled by nerves that had your heart pounding hard in your chest and your stomach churning.

“[Y/N],” he smiled reassuringly, “it is good to see you again.”

It had been 10 days which might not sound like a lot but it was for the two of you. You used to be glued together by the hip but the last week both of you had been too busy to find each other...or perhaps you had been too nervous to stand face to face.

The hug was awkward for once, leaving you with even more doubt if you had made the right decision.

“Good to see you too.” You forced a smile. “Can we talk?”

Your request was echoed with T’Challa’s voice and you gaped at him before you realized that he had indeed asked the same thing. You both accepted in unison too.

Following him, he led you to a balcony overlooking the lake. Down there, the last fishing boats were on their way in to shore as the evening sneaked closer. Already, the lights were visible in several parts of the city where the adjacent forest enhanced the creeping darkness.

You heard the balcony door close behind you and you took a deep breath to steel yourself, knowing what had to be done now. I have to do this like ripping off a band aid.

... T’Challa ...

He waited for her to turn around and face him, using the moment before to gather his courage so he could say what had been on his mind for so long. There she stood: floor-length dress with a long slit, fingers toying with the single sleeve while the other arm was bare. Then she turned. I must say it now!

“I love you!”

They both frowned, puzzled by the other’s confession as if they themselves were the only person entitled to harbour such feelings.

“I’m sorry,” [Y/N] frowned, “say that again, please?”

T’Challa stepped closer, reaching for a hand but not daring to take it. “I...I love you, [Y/N],” he managed to repeat, “and I have for a long time.”

She took his hand but he hadn’t expected the laughter and didn’t quite know what to make of it until she explained: “I’ve been wrestling with these emotions for a long time too...and I’ve finally made up my mind to risk it all by telling you that...that I love you, T’Challa.”

He pulled her closer by the hand until he could embrace her properly. This time the hug felt natural. Just as it did when they looked at each other before kissing for the first time. Gently. Slightly hesitant although the stalling had nothing to do with uncertainty this time but rather a wish to savour every part of what happened.

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theunsweetenedtruth · 19 days

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Who Hurt You

Summary: T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Pairing: T'Challa x Black! Exotic Dancer! Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Smut, Animal instincts, praise kink

A/N: Originally written in 2019 (I think?) This was part of a phrase request, hence the bolded phrases.

He was back in the seedy club, dark with smoke curling around his face, but he kept focused on his task. On stage, he could see the woman performing acrobatics that even the strongest of warriors would be impressed with but King T'Challa would not be swayed from his mission. He'd left the Dora Milaje behind at the hotel, made his excuses to Shuri, and he was hoping not to run into Erik here. He had one thing—person—on his mind.

"T," he turned at the call of the shortened version of his name. The cute girl behind the bar with the freckles and pigtails grinned at him. "You looking for your girl?"

He smiled, tapping his fingers against the bar. "Is she available?"

"Yeah let me get you set up in your usual room and I'll let her know you're here." Bree walked around the bar and led him down a familiar dark hall. The red lights gleamed against her patent leather short shorts and T'Challa absently admired her figure. She led him to what had become "his" room, a private space he'd frequented since first being dragged to the club by Erik six months ago. A bottle of champagne was waiting for him but he was already struggling to keep his head clear with the remnants of her scent swirling in the air.

He absently heard the door shut behind him and his pulse raced as he sat on the bench. Just the thought of almost seeing her after a month of no contact made his palms itch and a rumbling come from somewhere deep in his chest. He'd been forced away from her city for business in other parts of the world, but after spending the day in meetings he half listened to, T'Challa just wanted to feel her against him, hypnotizing and soothing him in a way that only she could.

He'd tried to get his fix in the various cities that he'd had business in—top strip clubs in Miami and New Orleans, cabaret shows in Las Vegas, even the red light district in Germany—but no one could quite manage him like she did. He'd contemplated keeping her, flying her from city to city with him but he knew she was fiercely independent, a quality he loved about her. She wasn't looking to be saved from the strip club, didn't care that he was a king. And when he was with her, he felt stripped to his baser instincts, primal and just a man.

He heard the door open and she stood in the doorway, curves outlined by the red lights in the hallway contrasting with the blue lights of the room. T'Challa did his best calm the rumbling in his chest but the Panther wanted out, wanted to claim what it knew belonged to them. She wore a satin robe covering her body but he could see the lace bra peeking from underneath. He licked his lips and watched her track the movements and shiver.

"You've been away for so long I thought you forgot about me." Her musical voice rang in his ear and the Panther was clawing at the distance between them.

He spread his legs wider to accommodate for his length pressing against his leg. "Pour me a drink."

He could see the smirk on her face filling with knowledge; there was no way he could've forgotten about her. She'd made sure.

She walked over to the small end table, a swish in her hips, and T'Challa's mouth watered. She poured him a glass of the bubbly before crossing the room to him. He could feel the desire to snatch her into his arms the minute she was within arm's length but he held himself still. He only extended his arm to reach for the glass in her hand. He gestured with two fingers to the pole in the corner of the room. He wanted to watch her for a moment, give himself time to get under control before he unleashed the side of himself that he felt he constantly restrained. This—with her—was the only place he could be himself.

She stepped onto the mini stage, grabbing the remote for the music and setting the atmosphere with a slow, sultry tune, a favorite of hers, and subsequently his. She pulled the belt loose on the robe and dropped it to the floor allowing him to see the lace contraption that only seemed to hinder his view of what he really wanted to see. She curled herself around the pole and he watched transfixed as she moved through a series of moves that made his blood boil. Bending at the waist, she widened her legs and shook her behind before straightening up and unfastening her bra. She twirled it for a few moments around her finger, coyly looking over her shoulder at him before throwing it to the end of the stage. She turned and he could he see her breasts, perfectly sized for him, her nipples perked and ready. Her hands went to her hair and she arched back as if offering herself up to him. T'Challa passed a hand across his mouth, he was vibrating with the effort to stay in his seat as he watched her knead her breasts. She turned her back to him again, bending at the waist and sliding her panties down her legs. She was moving through her routine quickly, as if she could sense his waning patience. She tossed her underwear in his direction. T'Challa's hand shot up to grab them out the air, drawing them in for a sniff. He closed his eyes at the scent of her arousal, the dampness serving as evidence of her own impatience.

"Come here," he demanded. She stepped down from the stage and swaggered over to him. Holding out a hand for her, he pulled her onto his lap. "I think it's playtime" She giggled as she straddled his lap, reaching down to his waist to work on his belt. He caressed her ass, gripping her cheeks and kneading.

When his dick was free, she took him into her hand, pumping him a few times. The grip of her hand, small in comparison to his own was heaven and he slipped out a growl in response. "Please T'Challa can I have it?" He moaned and did his best to hold back the Panther but he knew his eyes were glowing yellow. She looked him in the eye, a tight grip on his dick still adding a twist of her wrist to the top. "Prove to me that you didn't forget about me." He nodded, panting and trying not to come too quick. It had been a while and she always knew what he liked.

She raised on her knees before beginning to sink down on him slowly. But the Panther inside wasn't having it. T'Challa grabbed her by the waist and tugged her down on him, slamming himself into her, all the way, until he was balls deep, the only way he wanted to be with her. Deep inside her, buried in her warm walls that hugged him a little too tight, T'Challa pulsed. Her eyes were wide, dark lashes framing the tears that threatened to spill from his force. When he pulled her up, separating himself from her, and then back down, she threw her head back and moaned. T'Challa savored the connection, it had been too long since he'd been able to lose himself in her. He snaked his hand up between them to press a hand against her wind pipe, careful to keep elongating nails away from her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moved back on forth over him. Their lips came together, caressing each other's and T'Challa was forceful in his domination. They bodies moved in a frenzy, never slow but hungry in a way that bellied the truth of their relationship: she was his but he could not keep her. He was hers and he loved the power she had over over him, but it didn't matter when he had obligations that needed his attention. She was a distraction that he let himself have as a reward for hard work, only to get back to work and long for the next time.

She was coming around him before he knew it but he couldn't stop. He didn't know the next time he'd be able to come see her. T'Challa thought again about flying her to whatever city he'd be in next. When he looked up at her face, she was staring down at him again, the answers to his internal questions in her eyes. She smoothed a shaky hand over his curls before tangling her fingers in them and tugging. It was just the thing he needed to get out of his own head. She bounced her ass up and down on him and he did his best to focus on her face, on her pleasure. His hand came down hard and she let out a moan she'd been holding back and began moving faster. Anyone passing by would know what was happening in that room; T'Challa was pleased. Who cared what anyone would think when you were on the brink of the best pleasure ever experienced?

"That's right baby. Don't stop," he growled out. "You're so tight baby, I want to feel you like this all night. You're my precious baby girl." He saw her body bow to him in her orgasm, felt her wetness coat his lap, but he held on just a little longer.

"Challa," she panted out. "I'm so full. It hurts." He kept going, feeling his balls draw up and his breathing increase.

"I'm going to cum in you and you will take it all."

"Do it. I want to feel everything." She looked him boldly in the eye and he closed his own while his orgasm ripped through him. He clung to her tightly, claws leaving slight indents in her skin but not doing too much damage. They were both breathing hard, panting and limp in the seat.

"I love you" he heard her whisper. He smoothed a hand over her hair and down her back. It was part of the role she played for him, so in love with him, as if she'd been sitting and waiting for him to return to her. The panther was appeased, if only for the moment. He would have her again before he retired to his hotel room, only to wake up, once again, as the King of Wakanda.

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