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a T'Challa look for the Hellfire Gala. I wanted something that said power: strong, sexy, and just a lil dangerous. Something to have everyone (and Ororo) shaking immediately.
the Wakandan words on the pants include "hope", "freedom", and "for my queer Africans". Last week saw another attack against the African LGBT community. Sending love and trying to take action where I can. Hope you're doing well.
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syds-arts99 · 2 months
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My painting of Marvel superhero, Black Panther 🖤
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tabney2023 · 11 months
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RIP Chadwick Boseman
Amazon Prime Videos: Actor Chadwick Boseman
Chadwick Boseman: The King (2022)
James Brown: Get On Up (2014)
Thurgood Marshall (2017)
Black Panther: King T’Challa (2018)
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)
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liyawritesss · 1 month
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Day 23 - Quality Time
- A King's Wish - T'Challa Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther
- In which during a tumultuous time during T'Challa's duties with the Avengers in America, he pays a visit to a certain someone ro calm his mind.
- Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!
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A King should never get too comfortable in his position - and if he is, then he shouldn’t be king. It was one of the many morals instilled upon T’Challa as crowned prince to the Wakandan throne. He knows he’s got a lot to risk for himself, for his people, and unfortunately he doesn’t have the ability to allow himself to get too comfortable. Though, just because he’s King of arguably the most powerful nation on earth, doesn’t mean he’s absolved from having guilty pleasures.
And it just so happens that he’s on his way to visit said guilty pleasure right now.
He has to keep a low profile, though. More than raised eyebrows would occur if people saw a member of the Wakandan royal family casually strolling into a college campus, accompanied by brightly colored warrior women trained to kill. So he dawns much more casual, American clothing, and so do the two members of the KingsGuard accompanying him, because of course, he couldn’t come completely alone.
With so much happening the past few months, all T’Challa truly wants is to be in your arms. To remember how they feel around him, to cement your kisses into his skin so that they never disappear again. It’s wishful thinking, he knows it is; there’s only so much time the two of you will have together, but he doesn’t like to think about that. Instead, he chooses to relish in the present, and perhaps, speak on what future instances would look like.
He remembers the day the two of you first met. Being introduced to each other by his friend who taught the graduate level african history class you were enrolled in, the professor relayed your expressed interest in Wakanda and the desire to study the history of the nation on a deeper level. While he could not grant you access inside the tightly secured country for reasons, T’Challa was more than willing to oblige in your questions to assist in your research. Little did he know that the mere prospect of assisting you in your extended project would lead to something much more deeper.
It was a breath of fresh air for the royal, a change of pace from his constant need to save face. You didn’t treat him like a King - which, granted, he had to get used to - but rather an average scholar you were bouncing ideas off of. While most of his life he has been molded to be a pillar of sovereignty, with you, T’Challa was able to have some semblance of normalcy in his life. Something he didn’t know he craved so carnally until he met you.
He sighs as his fist raps at your door, his body already buzzing with excitement at the idea of seeing you again after a long time being apart. You open it, and T’Challa’s lips immediately crack into a smile.
“Now, I remember telling you to let me know when you’re coming by,” you say in a voice akin to disbelief, standing in the doorway of your apartment that resides close to campus, “y’know, instead of knocking on my door like you’re the police or somethin’?”
“Can you blame me?” T’Challa retorts, “I was in a rush.”
Well, there’s little you can do about the King who seemingly lost his manners, besides welcome him into your home - and your heart - for the night.
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Black Panther
Black Panther (Vol. 7) #25
Art by Patrick Gleason
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babeyvenus · 1 year
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Wakanda's Princess
Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?
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Chapter 4: Celebrations and Worries
A year later after the airport fight, Nakia had disappeared and T'Kia felt more and more distant toward the woman.
She wasn't often there to see her daughter grow as she let the Dora Milaje raise her.
It upset T'Kia but not as much. She had her Aunt Shuri and Okoye and her grandmother, after all. Nakia trusted Okoye to treat the girl like family and so she did.
Speaking of Okoye, T'Challa finally decided to let the girl come with him on a mission since his general would be accompanying them. T'Kia couldn't argue much on that.
The only downside, the general was taking them to see T'Kia's mother who was being held captive.
It irritated T'Kia. She trained for so long as a spy to get captured?? What was the point of missing out on so much of her life if she'd let something as a measly kidnapping get to her?
"My Prince... coming up on them now.", Okoye announces, bringing the princess out of her thoughts.
T'Challa's face slowly grows into a smile. He had missed his lover despite their falling out. Unlike T'Kia, the man had full faith in Nakia and her actions. Though, if she needed a little help, who was he to say no?
"No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone. I will get Nakia out as quickly as possible.", he says.
"Just don't freeze when you see her.", Okoye warns.
He scoffs and looks at her. "What are you talking about? I never freeze."
T'Kia smiled as she and her father jumped out of the helicarrier and headed opposite ways, taking the captors out one by one.
T'Kia came across a commotion, hearing a familiar voice as she hid in a tree.
"T'Challa, no! This one's just a boy. He got kidnapped as well.", T'Kia looked down from a tree to see a woman dressed up like the captured ones.
Was that her mother....?
T'Challa indeed froze, his heart stuttering at the sight of his lover.
"Nakia... I... I wanted...", he started, walking over to her. Suddenly a guard stood, pointing a gun at them. "Hey! I have her! Don't move! I will shoot! I will shoot her right now!"
T'Kia frowned and dropped down from the tree, kicking the  guard in the back as Okoye knocked him out. They nodded at each other before they walked up to him.
"You froze.", Okoye scolded the prince.
"Ah...", T'Challa looks down, flustered.
Nakia watched as her daughter shook her head at her father and caught her eyes.
She was silent. "T'Kia....", Nakia started, but the girl stayed by her father.
Nakia shook her head, turning to the man instead. "Why are you here? You've ruined my mission.", she told T'Challa.
"My father is dead, Nakia. Remember? I will be crowned king tomorrow and I wish for you to be there.", he explains.
She sighed and looked at the man before looking at her daughter. T'Kia only glared back. She wouldn't have cared if the woman missed out on her accomplishments at the moment, but this was a big thing that was happening.
Her father was going to be crowned king tomorrow. She needed to be there. She'd drag the woman there if she had to.
Nakia sighed. "Fine. I will come.", she says and looks at the captured women. "Carry yourselves home now."
"Thank you.", one of them spoke up. "And take the boy. Get him to his people.", Nakia orders. "You will speak nothing of this day."
The women nodded, grabbing hold of the captured boy. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you."
The Wakandans all climb back on the helicarrier after letting them go.
T'Kia stood by Okoye as her mother and father talked. Okoye noticed the princess's behavior toward the spy.
She… felt bad. She remembered years of the girl asking where her mother was and when she'd be back. Okoye could only promise that it'd be soon every time.
Eventually, that wouldn't have slid past the girl. Seems now it wouldn't have worked anyways. The girl had gotten old enough to understand.
The two warriors watched as the sun rose, the light kissing their skin with a warmth they knew so well.
Okoye smiled. "Sister Nakia... My Prince...", she looked at T'Kia who seemed to be half asleep. "Princess. We are home."
"This never gets old.", T'Challa mutters in amazement.
As they landed on the launchpad, they climbed out of the helicarrier approaching Queen Ramonda and Shuri.
"Queen Mother... Shuri... My comfort for your loss.", Nakia speaks up.
"Thank you, Nakia. It is so good to have you back with us. Take her to the River Province.", Queen Ramonda says and looks at her granddaughter with a sweet smile.
The girl was tired and needed rest soon but fought her sleep with irritation. Queen Ramonda easily brought the girl in her arms as Okoye had Nakia ushered off to get comfortable.
Shuri smirks suddenly, watching her brother's gaze.
"Did he freeze?", Shuri asks Okoye, making T'Kia smile at her.
Okoye's smile widened, "Like an antelope in headlights.", Okoye says, egging her on.
The women laugh at him as he crosses his arms as he looks at his general whose grin never leaves her face.
"Are you finished?", he asks, fed up and watches as the Dora Milaje walks away.
He shakes his head and looks at Shuri. "So surprised my little sister came to see me off before our big day."
She scoffs. "You wish! I'm here for the EMP beads. I've developed an update."
"Update? No.", he says, shaking his head fast. "It worked perfectly."
"How many times do I have to teach you? Just because something works doesn't mean that it cannot be improved.", she says.
"You are teaching me? What do you know?", he asks, taking off his beads and handing them to her.
"More than you.", she boasts and walks off.
T'Challa shakes his head as he watches his baby sister walk away. "I can't wait to see what kind of update you make... to your ceremonial outfit.", he calls, and she flips him off.
Both T'Challa and T'Kia's jaws drop, making Queen Ramonda scold her daughter. "Shuri!", she warns. "Sorry, Mother!", Shuri apologizes.
"How are you feeling today, Mama?", T'Challa asks, smiling. 
"Proud. Your father and I would talk about this day all the time. He is with us…", she glanced at the young princess. "All of us. And it is your time to be king.", she says.
Despite the early morning, the time for celebration came. Shuri made sure T'Kia had her correct tribal ceremonial clothing on before it started, her excitement bouncing off of the girl.
The time for celebration was among them and celebrate, they did. The chants, the music, the dancing and smiles excited T'Kia and filled her with warmth.
She never got to be a part of something like this before, let alone smile so much, now knowing she'd be a big part of her father's life.
As they made it to the watery cliffs, Shuri and T'Kia stood by Queen Ramonda waiting for T'Challa to arrive.
Once he did, Zuri held the Spear of Bashenga, calling to the audience. "I, Zuri, Son of Badu, give to you, Prince T'Challa! The Black Panther!", he announced.
The Elders watch as Zuri holds up a ceremonial vessel containing a mysterious concoction that T'Kia had never seen.
"The prince will now have the strength of the Black Panther stripped away.", Zuri explains and pours the liquid into T'Challa's mouth.
T'Challa reacts violently, nearly choking on the red fluid. He spasms, his veins expanding and his muscles contracting as the poisonous liquid expands through his body.
T'Kia looked at her aunt and grandmother in worry, but they gave her reassuring looks in return. The prince's eyes become red before he calms, his trembling coming to a stop, and he exhales as he stands.
Pleased, Zuri turns to the audience. "Damaku!"
"The Border Tribe will not challenge today.", others yell.
The crowd repeats. "Damaku!"
"Victory in ritual combat comes by yield or death. If any tribe wishes to put forth a warrior, I now offer a path to the throne.", Zuri exclaims.
The Merchant Tribe Warrior calls out, "The Merchant Tribe will not challenge today."
"Yibambe!", Nakia yelled, receiving the same chant in return.
"The River Tribe will not challenge today!", the River elder announced.
"The Mining Tribe will not challenge today.", the mining elder announced.
"Is there any member of royal blood... who wishes to challenge for the throne?", Zuri asked.
Shuri raised her hand, making everyone look at her in shock.
"This corset is really uncomfortable... so could we all just wrap it up and go home?", Shuri says, clapping. T'Kia shakes her head as Queen Ramonda pinches Shuri in exasperation. "Mother!", Shuri whines.
T'Challa, amused, shakes his head at his sister's antics before pausing as he and the others hear a familiar chant.
"Are they Jabari?", Shuri asks. "Yes.", Queen Mother responds. T'Kia frowned. She'd heard of the Jabari, but never got close to seeing any of them.
A huge man with a monkey skull over his face enters from the darkness.
"M'Baku, what are you doing here?", Zuri asks.
He shrugs with a tilt of his head. "It's Challenge Day. We have watched... and listened from the mountains! We have watched with disgust... as your technological advancements have been overseen by a child!", he yells pointing at Shuri, making the Dora Milaje and T'Kia step in front of her.
M'Baku's head tilts once more in curiosity as he looks at the girl who glared back at the man. "New. You're new. And younger.", he turns to the Queen. "Are you allowing children to fight now?"
Queen Ramonda doesn't say anything before T'Challa steps up. "Address me, not my mother.", he says, making the taller man turn to him.
The warning look in his eyes sends a message that M'Baku caught onto quickly. A laugh escapes him as he looks back at the girl.
"You're the child.", he says, another laugh ripping from his gut. 
He continues, "Your technological advancements have been overseen by a child. Who scoffs at tradition!", he finishes, as his newfound irritation rises again before he turns to the prince.
"And now you want to hand the nation over to this prince...", he says, standing over T'Challa. "Who could not keep his own father safe. Mmm? We will not have it. I said, we will not have it, oh! I, M'Baku... leader of the Jabari..."
"I accept your challenge, M'Baku.", T'Challa cuts him off.
M'Baku's shoulders square back. "Glory to Hanuman."
They've already started their fighting and M'baku kicks T'Challa down after so many impacts.
Through the loud drumming, M'Baku yells, "Stand up!"
"Where is your god now!?", he shouts.
T'Challa gets up and gives him an over kick. He punches M'Baku in his sides as M'Baku swings aimlessly.
"Yes!", Nakia and T'Kia cheer.
M'Baku takes his staff and picks up T'Challa with it, crushing him with his bare weight. T'Challa is now bleeding from his face, almost dizzy and tired. 
"No powers!", M'Baku headbutts him. "No claws!" He gives him another. "No special suit! Just a boy!"
T'Challa's head dangles back and catches T'Kia's glossy eyes.
"Tell him who you are!!", his mother yells.
T'Challa quickly leans up to punch M'Baku back. T'Kia cheered on in hope as he cracked open M'Baku's mask.
M'Baku, shocked at the sight of blood coming from his own face, screams in anger and stabs T'Challa right where his heart should be, leaving the Udaku family in shock.
T'Challa's eyes widen as he shouts in pain, gripping onto the staff.
"Baba!!", T'Kia rushes to move, but Shuri holds her back.
T'Challa takes a quick glance at his daughter before glaring at M'Baku, his bloody teeth gritting. "I am Prince T'Challa... son of King T'Chaka!!", he yells.
"You can do this, T'Challa!", Shuri yells.
T'Challa pulls out the pointed edge and dodges as M'Baku swings to stab him again, kicking him into the water.
He wraps his legs around his neck, bringing him closer to the edge of the cliff.
"Yes!", T'Kia cheered. 
"Come on!", Nakia yells.
"Yield! Don't make me kill you!", T'Challa yells as M'Baku's face swells with the lack of oxygen.
"I'd rather die!", M'Baku yells.
Others start chanting T'Challa's name.
"You have fought with honor. Now, yield! Your people need you.", he says. Worry almost wracks T'Challa's body. Was M'Baku really going to let his pride in the way of living? M'Baku glances at his own warriors.
"Yield, man!", T'Challa yells. Cheers erupt as M'Baku taps out.
T'Kia sighs in relief and smiles at her father as he stands, watching as the Jabari warriors pull the bigger man up.
Zuri walks over to him. "I now present to you, King T'Challa. The Black Panther."
T'Challa nods to him. "Zuri."
"My King.", he only nods back.
"Wakanda Forever!!", the tribes yell simultaneously.
T'Challa is moved on to the Hall of Kings, an ancient place that represented the past kings of Wakanda.
He watches as his daughter's eyes sparkle with wonder. How long had this been here, she thought.
The place was huge.
As they stopped, T'Challa was placed onto the red soil, ready to be buried. T'Kia kneels by his head as he gives her a smile of reassurance.
Zuri walks up, his hands holding the liquidized herd.
"Allow the Heart-Shaped Herb... to restore the powers of the Black Panther... and take you to the Ancestral Plane." Zuri feeds him the fluid of the herb.
T'Challa's body shivers as he lets out a groan, swallowing the liquid.
"T'Chaka, we call on you. Come here to your son.", Zuri calls. The crowd watches as T'Challa's veins pulsate throughout his body.
T'Challa's eyes shut and pop open as he wakes up in a grassy plain, with the sky a purple-ish hue. It was beautiful, almost cold. He felt… free.
He heard a familiar voice behind him, a laugh following the voice. He turned around to see his father smiling at him proudly.
"Baba."
"My son.", T'Chaka responds. T'Challa quickly kneeled in front of him.
"Stand.", T'Chaka says. "You are a King now."
T'Challa looks up at him. A frown dropped his face as he shook his head and stood up, his head hanging low.
T'Chaka frowns as well, worried. "What's wrong, my son?", he asks.
"I am not ready.", T'Challa confesses.
He never imagined the sudden pressure of being king. It was happening and now he just wanted to run. To be what he used to be.
He always wondered how his father managed to do it. To balance and juggle responsibilities as if it was nothing.
"Have you not prepared to be King your whole life? Have you not trained and studied been by my side?"
T'Challa shook his head, clenching his fists. "I am not ready to be without you.", T'Challa says.
He frowns. "A man who has not prepared his children for his own death, has failed as a father. Have I ever failed you....?"
T'Challa looks up, a shocked expression crossing his face. "Never."
T'Chaka hugs his son in a warm hold he hasn't had in so long. T'Challa felt like a little boy again, scared and vulnerable.
He lets out a sigh. "Tell me how to protect Wakanda. To protect my family. My daughter. I want to be a great King, Baba. Just like you."
T'Chaka rubs his back. "You will struggle. That is inevitable. So you'll need to surround yourself with people you trust. You have your sister, your mother, your love, and...your daughter.", he says, making T'Challa eyes widen.
"You must prepare her like I did for you and your sister. You're a good man with a good heart. And it's hard for a good man to be king.", he says.
T'Challa suddenly jolted awake, out of breath as he felt someone pulled him up.
"Breathe, T'Challa. Breathe. Breathe.", Zuri tells him.
He takes calming deep breaths and looks around, smiling at T'Kia and Zuri who look at him worriedly.
"You're okay.", T'Kia says, more to her beating, worrying heart than him. She knew he'd be okay. He fought off poisoning and a stab close to the heart. He was strong.
"He was there.", T'Challa chuckled, as Zuri pulled him up. "He was there. My father."
T'Challa felt a bursting sense of confidence and took T'Kia to walk in the city once more with Nakia. He wanted to spend time with them as a family. He had his own family. It was still a little hard to get used to, knowing he was a father now.
He loved it.
T'Kia, however, didn't mind following along with her father. It was just her mother that was the problem.
Though, a conflicting thought crossed her mind. Maybe she was being childish for letting her feelings get the better of her. She shouldn't feel resentful toward her mother for not being around. 
She was busy. Parents get busy. It happens.
She knew that, but…
"Come home, Nakia.", she hears her father say.
"I'm right here.", Nakia says, looking at T'Challa incredulously.
His eyes softened, pleading. "Stay."
"I came to support you and to honor your father, but I can't stay. I found my calling out there. I've seen too many in need just to turn a blind eye.", Nakia says, sighing.
T'Challa frowns, glancing back at his daughter who looked around, waving and smiling at other civilians before turning to his lover.
"Then, what about T'Kia? What about her? Will you stay for her?", T'Challa whispers.
Nakia frowns. "I just can't be happy here knowing that there's people out there who have nothing.", she says and glanced at T'Kia. "Besides, she hates me."
T'Challa looked at her in disbelief. "She does not."
Nakia fixes him a look. "You didn't see the look she gave me. She doesn't want to talk to me at the moment."
T'Challa frowns. He noticed, just chose not to say anything. It was true she hadn't been around, and maybe T'Kia missed her a lot, but after seeing her again, she must feel torn.
He shakes his head, moving on. "Then, what would you have Wakanda do about it?", he asks.
"Share what we have. We could provide aid...and access to technology and refuge to those who need it. Other countries do it, we could do it better.", Nakia says, enthusiastically.
"We are not like these other countries, Nakia. If the world found out what we truly are, what we possess, we could lose our way of life.", T'Challa says.
"For once, I agree.", T'Kia speaks up.
She didn't want to meet any colonizers right now, let alone trust them not to steal anything from her home.
She learned a lot from her aunt, seeing that Vibranium was being used for weapons outside of its native habitat and people. It wasn't right.
"Wakanda is strong enough to help others and protect ourselves at the same time.", Nakia argued.
T'Challa sighs and gives her a look. "If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great Queen."
"I would make a great Queen, because I am so stubborn.", Nakia counters, sassily.
"So, you admit it!", he exclaims.
"I did not say that."
T'Kia smiles to herself.
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grimacegrime · 1 year
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NO CONDOM FOREVER. Or whatever black panther said
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milady-pink · 2 years
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I’ll never forget the fact that Chris Evans got Mike Wazowski’d
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Cowboy!StarlordT'Challa
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wonderfoolart · 9 months
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I've made quite a few emojis over the last few months so I decided to put them up for sale! They're pay what you want with a minimum of 1 whole buck. It's a steal! [buy here]
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Some old artwork. Village hidden in the leaves VS. Marvels Spiderman and Blak Panther.
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partnersincrimesuau · 2 years
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Jinxy, why is Partners In Crime Chapter 2 taking so long?
What I say is the reason: homework and DeviantArt requests
The real reason:
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T'Challa wants attention... and sitting on top of my comic is the best place to get it, apparently.
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Day 14 - Secret Relationship
- Adore You - T'Challa Udaku - Marvel's Black Panther
- In which being in a secret relationship is never easy, but the King shows his affection in the little ways that matter.
- Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!
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You’d always admired T’Challa from afar.
He was a man of many things; talent, charm, compassion, care. He warmed the hearts of all those he met, leaving smiles in his wake as he threaded through the world, carving his own legacy in the actions he did. He’d stolen your heart, just as he did everyones. It would only be later that you’d find out that the feat was an intentional one.
Your little escapades started in his princely youth, but with someone with so much to lose, the best gambit was to be like the air that surrounded you two - when it came to your love, the invisibility of it to the regular eye was key. It was a dance the both of you mastered by the time T’Challa had taken on the mantle of Black Panther, taking on newfound abilities that scared the both of you just as much as it deepened your connection with one another.
You took your fears and turned it into something tangible, channeling it into a positive force that could benefit the both of you instead of tearing you down. That is how the first sketches of the new Black Panther suit came to fruition, and with the help of Shuri, the ingenious inventor princess with undeniable sass and wit, the first prototypes were completed within the coming months. While Shuri had been the one to present to the King his new, high tech, insanely more practical Black Panther suit that would aid him in his missions much more efficiently, the comments of its intricacies didn't go unnoticed by the Princess, who was sure to relay them down the pipeline.
However, this was the extent of what you could do to show your affections for T’Challa, and for the most part, you were fine with it. You were busy enough as a scientist working at the most high-tech and top lab in the world; time wasn’t necessarily friendly to you, either. You were satisfied with the meetings and kind smiles and longing stares you two shared.
It never occurred to you that maybe T’Challa wasn’t, or felt that he could be doing more, because when you approached your home one night after clocking out from your shift at the lab, you found a black box with the Golden Tribe insignia etched onto the top. You grabbed the small box and brung it inside with you, setting it on your kitchen island along with the rest of your belongings before directing all of your attention to it.
You examined the outside of it first before curiosity took control of you, and upon opening the box, you were met with something that made your eyes go wide and your heart skip a beat for a few seconds. Inside, lying against a tiny black velvet pillow, was a small charm bracelet with black claw-like gems and obsidian beads. It was a smaller version of the Black Panther necklace you had designed with Shuri, the final prototype that T’Challa now wore as a staple of his everyday attire.
A tiny slip of paper poked out from underneath the velvet pillow, and upon pulling it out and reading it, you smiled: a piece of me, as i have of you.
The next day, you received compliments on the new piece of jewelry that rested on the same wrist as your kimoyo beads. Despite the gushing of the sentimental value it represented for the protector of your nation (and the knowing stare from one princess), only you would know the truth behind it.
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Black Panther
Black Panther (Vol. 6) #6
Art by Udon
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