#ticklish!blackpanther

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I Don’t Care If You’re King!

A/N: So, I saw Black Panther... last month? I can’t remember, but I’m in love! It was such a great movie, and I just had to make a fic for it!

T’Challa pisses of Nakia, and she will teach him a lesson, regardless if he’s king or not. Not even the great Black Panther can’t escape Nakia’s wrath.

Warning: Spoilers ahead! Read at your own volition!

“T’Challa! Where are you?” Nakia’s angry voice echoed throughout the complex.

The king perked up at his name, his sister stared at him. “What did you do?” 

He shook his head. “Nothing, why?”

Shuri frowned and crossed her arms. “Brother, if you can’t tell, Nakia is ready to cut your balls off. So, what did you do?”

The Black Panther looked at the stairs and his ever nearing doom. “I may have prohibited her from leaving Wakanda...”

Shuri’s eyes widened. “Why would you do that? You know her life is outside of these walls.”

“I know that, sister. It’s just--”

“T’Challa! Where are you? I’m going to kill you!” Nakia’s stomps neared the lab.

“It’s just what, T’Challa?” Shuri cut in.

“I will tell you later, just hide me!” The king stared at his sister pleadingly.

“Not until you tell me. I can call her if you want me to.” Shuri grinned. “Hey, Nakia!”

“Shh! Okay, okay! I’ll tell you. Just, please, hide me, and I’ll tell you everything when I know I’m safe.” He placed his hands together. “Shuri, please.”

His sister grinned, feeling proud that she had her brother at her mercy. Even if she wanted to know why he was keeping Nakia confined to Wakanda, she couldn’t help but feel that is was necessary for her dearest brother to get a taste of his own medicine. He was always enforcing laws, never considering the consequences of his actions. 

“Nakia! He’s down here!” She hollered, causing T’Challa to bolt. 

Even if he was the Black Panther, Shuri was equally as fast with her reflexes as he was. She latched her hand on his arm and held him in place until Nakia came storming down the stairs.

“There you are!” She sneered.

“No, wait! Nakia! I can explain, please!” There was only one person in this whole world he was terrified of, and that was Nakia when she was angry.

T’Challa knew better than to piss her off, she would never harm him. But when they were kids, she found out that he was brutally ticklish, and used that against him whenever he felt the need to do things without her consent. His sensitivity only grew worse when he took the serum to become the Black Panther. She tore him away from Shuri’s hold and literally tossed him to the ground, straddling his waist and not holding back as she went to town on his ribs.

“Why am I banned from leaving the city?” She hissed through gritted teeth.

“AHAHAHAHA! BeheheCAHAHAHUSE!” The king hollered with laughter.

“Because, why?” Nakia kneaded his ribs through his shirt, making sure to get in between each rib to emphasize her anger.

T’Challa drummed his feet against the floor as his hands flew around to try to catch Nakia’s. It was when Shuri came to their side with metallic cuffs that he really started to struggle. Unfortunately for him, Wakandan women were not to be trifled with. This was especially true when it came to Nakia and her anger. She gripped him with an iron hold while his sister attached the cuffs to his wrists. Nakia easily forced his arms over his head and grinned when the sound of metal hitting metal resonated off the walls.

“There, now you’re at my mercy, T’Challa.” She smirked.

“You can’t do this! I am king of, AHHHH--” He was cut off by Nakia digging into his hip bones.

“I don’t care if you’re the king, you have no right to stop me from leaving the city! It is my duty to help others in need, and you stopped me from doing that!” She shouted over his laughter.

“Do you require assistance, Nakia? I’d gladly help you.” She snickered.

She nodded. “Yes, your help would be delightful, Shuri,” Nakia responded, noting T’Challa’s panicked expression.

“No, please! I banned you from leaving because I...” He stopped himself, not able to will himself to say the three words that had been on his mind since they first broke up.

Shuri seemed to catch on, but Nakia was too enraged to even consider it. So, despite T’Challa’s protests, she carried on with tickling the snot out of him. She knew exactly where to tickle, his ribs and hips were his second worst spot, his underarms were almost the first, but it was his inner thighs that really made him squeal. She snuck her hands underneath his shirt and gently clawed at his underarms, not enough to hurt, but enough where it tickled too much. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEE--” The king was laughing too hard to form words, he hated being tickled. It sucked, not to mention, it was humiliating. He was surprised when Shuri didn’t even consider recording him. He couldn’t even comprehend the amount of embarrassing footage she had of him and threatened to expose if he didn’t do particular things for him.

“Shuri, get his underarms, I’m going to get his thighs.” The look of sheer terror on T’Challa’s face was one of the most satisfying things she’d ever experienced. “Oh, what’s wrong, my king? Does that spot tickle too much?” She cooed.

“You’re the devil, woman!” He managed to scream out.

She only smirked as her hands latched onto his legs. “I know,” And with that, she squeezed. 

The Black Panther bucked his hips and kicked his legs. Trying everything and anything to rip off her hands. But she held firm, keeping her hands on his thighs like leeches sucking the energy from him. Shuri dug into his underarms, eliciting a strangled yelp and a steady flow of hysterical laughter.

“What’s wrong, brother? You seem to be distressed.” She teased.

“AHAHAHAHA! You aHAHAHAHare going TOHOHOHOHO pahahahay for THISISISISIS-- AAAAH” He managed to cough out, despite his laughter.

“I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t hear you over the sounds of your girly laughter, brother.” Shuri laughed alongside him and moved both hands between his ribs and his underarms.

His laughter soon fell silent, only the sounds of his frantic breathing and a few squeaks came from him. He was in ticklish agony, all areas of his body feeling like they were being electrocuted. Nakia had proven to be a very skilled tickler, it was alarming at how precise she was. She knew exactly where to strike and when to really make it hell for him. He eventually slowed down his thrashing until she had reduced him to a giggling mess. T’Challa was no fearsome king in this moment or the infamous Black Panther. No, he was a human, a young boy who was thrust into the world of kingly duties when his father died. His grief and lust for revenge had encased him into someone Nakia barely recognized. It seemed that now he was at her mercy, that barrier had fallen, and the man she once knew, the man she had fallen in love with was now on display for all to see, and she loved it. 

That’s when it dawned on her, what if the reasoning behind his decision to keep her in Wakanda was to keep her safe. She was the only one who could really draw out who he truly was, and before, when he was about to say why he had done it, he was going to say that he loved her. That he couldn’t live with himself if she had been hurt, or worse. Finally, she ceased her tickling, Shuri soon followed. T’Challa slumped down onto the ground and heaved in as much air as his lungs would allow. Nakia stared at him, taking in the sight before her. He was beautiful, a man who cared, and loved, and loved to laugh. A man who would do anything for his home, for his people, and for the ones he loved -- including herself. Without thinking, she leaned over him, making him flinch, and pressed her lips to his. He was tense at first, not really understanding what was going on, but he soon relaxed. She felt him respond to her, eagerly prolonging to kiss, not wanting it to end. 

However, Nakia wasn’t finished with him. Shuri had shied away from the scene, now on the other side of the lab, as far away from the grossness that was her brother and Nakia making out on the floor. With sly fingers, she crept them up his shirt and without even ending the kiss, she attacked his ribs. She felt him arch his back and smile before the floodgates opened and giggles came pouring out of him. Nakia pulled away and drank in the sight, making sure to memorize every moment of this. The king of Wakanda, on the floor, laughing like a little school girl. But inside, he was happy, he was carefree, he was himself. The prince of Wakanda, before his father was so viciously taken away from him; before he was dragged into the title of king, and forced to be the hero of Wakanda. This was the reason why she loved him so much, the true reason. He put himself last, he forced himself to be another person entirely to keep his people safe, and only she, and she alone was the key that could unravel this visage he had going. 

Nakia ceased her tickling and kissed him one more time. “I love you too, T’Challa.” She relished at the sight of his smile, “However, if you ever stop me from leaving Wakanda again,” She went by his ear, “I will never stop torturing you.” When Nakia pulled away, the look of terror made her chuckle. She kissed him once more for good measure and jumped back to her feet, knowing good and well that all eyes were on her.

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