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airis-paris14 · 2 years

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Starlight 16

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

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, miscarriage, depression.

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“Amani!”

“No Darius please, I’m sorry,” Amani sobbed as she was shaken violently out of her dream.

“Hey, Amani it’s me, entle, it’s me.” T’Challa rocked his girlfriend as tears poured down her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Amani wailed as Shuri, Amare, Ada, Okoye, and Queen Mother rushed into the room. “Shuri, Amare, take Ada to the dining room. You all start breakfast without us” Queen Ramonda ordered, helping to quiet the woman in her son’s bed. “Is Mani going to be okay?” Ada fretted as the two young adults led her out of the room. “She’s okay, she just had a bad dream,” Amare reassured, secretly grateful that T’Challa and his family were there to help shoulder the load of Amani’s night terrors. They started after her first rescue from Darius’s crutches and had faded after the older Okeke met T’Challa, but 3 months after the second attack they began terrorizing her sister again.

“Honey, breathe baby, breathe,” Ramonda soothed as her son continued to calm his girlfriend silently with his hand on her back. Almost an hour later, the king was alone once again with his sleeping girlfriend. “Kumkani,” Okoye knocked apologetically. “We are already two hours late, we must leave soon.”

“Where are you going?” Amani whispered. “I have some business in the mountains with the Jabari. I will be back before dinner. I promise.” The king caressed Amani’s cheek as her face visibly fell. “I understand,” she nodded. “I will be back as soon as I can.” The king slid from under her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Do you ever stop and think about how much your life is like coming to America now?” Amare asked her sister as they laid together on her and T’Challa’s bed. “Not really. I mean I guess it is.”

“It totally is, and I’m so happy for you Amani. You are amazing.”

“No, I’m not.” The older sister waved away her sister’s words. “Yes, you are!” Amare rolled onto her side. “You finished raising me. Took me in during your last two years of college. Survived an abusive relationship, a kidnapping, two miscarriages, and you still are able to put a smile on Ada’s face. Everyone’s face. You are extraordinary.” Amare laid back down and took her sister’s hand in her own. “Thanks, kid,” Amani offered a small smile and squeezed her sister’s hand.

“We should get ready for dinner, T’Challa should be back soon,” Amare teased and pulled herself up from bed. “You go ahead,” Amani waved her sister on. “I’ll be there in a second, I’ve gotta use the restroom.”

Amare nodded before heading out of the room.

“My love, are you still in here?” T’Challa knocked on their bedroom door before entering to find it quiet. “Amani?” The king began to panic slightly as he moved through the space before he heard a groan from the bathroom. “Entle?” he pushed open the bathroom door to find the love of his life hunched over the toilet. “Are you alright,” he sat down on the floor and pulled her into his arms.

“I’ve been throwing up all day. I don’t know what’s wrong,” Amani sighed and snuggled into his scent. “Did it start today?”

“No, it's been a few weeks,” Amani mumbled. “Did you take another test?”

“No, I just lost a baby T’Challa, I don’t even want to think about having another one.”

“Amani, there’s no way you could be pregnant with a new baby right now.” T’Challa reminded her with a slight grin on his face. The heiress looked up in fear, “T’Challa you all said that they told you I lost the baby,” Amani sat up from his hold. “They did, but maybe it is worth having a second opinion here in Wakanda.”

“I don’t know T’Challa.”

“I know we don’t want to get our hopes up but it is best to know. Will you at least go for me?”

Amani sighed and nodded. She watched as a grin grew on her lover’s face. He looked so happy and she couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to know if her child was still living. Maybe it was easier to live with its ghost than the responsibility of having to keep it alive for six more months. She was exhausted enough trying to heal herself, she didn’t know if she could handle taking on another person’s baggage.

“My dear, are you alright?” The lunch table went quiet as Amani cleared her throat. “I’m okay, just a little tired.” Amani offered a small smile as Madiyson and Sakura eyed her suspiciously. “When does Marquis arrive?” Amani deflected the conversation back on to Madiyson and her boyfriend’s impending arrival. “He said at 4 this afternoon.” The former waitress smiled. “You think he’s gonna pop the question while you all are away together this weekend?” Shuri teased.

“I don’t know,” Madiyson blushed. “I am just excited to plan a baby shower.” Amani’s best friend smiled and rubbed her small bump. The king glanced at his girlfriend and squeezed her hand. The other occupants of the table looked on in pity as T’Challa leaned over, “Have you heard anything from the doctors?”

Amani fought back the bile in her throat and shook her head quickly. “Please,” she addressed everyone and the other future mother, “It’s okay to talk about babies. I am so excited to be an auntie,” she reassured everyone before glancing back down at her plate. The rest of breakfast went by no easier. Conversations about baby due dates, genders, engagements, and color schemes continued with everyone tiptoeing around the questions on eggshells. By the end of the ordeal, Amani was mentally drained and the family felt like they’d run a marathon of words around everyone’s feelings. Barely holding it together, the heiress quickly excused herself to the gardens to be alone.

Once she felt sure that no one had followed, a sob ripped through her chest. It’d been a week since she’d agreed to get a second opinion in Wakanda, two days since she’d convinced the doctor to let her tell the king, and ten minutes since she’d last lied to T’Challa about having the results. Her heart broke a little more every time she lied, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep this child. It went against everything she’d believed about herself in the past, but quite honestly, the cloud that hung over her day in and day out was large enough to make her question the safety of her child if it stayed with her.

“This was always my favorite spot to cry as well,” Amani looked up embarrassed as Ramonda joined her in the garden. She wiped her face and offered a small smile. “Please, don’t stop on my behalf. I am just here to provide some comfort if I may,” the queen joined the southern girl on the bench. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Amani cracked a few minutes later, tears streaming down her cheeks once more.

Ramonda said nothing but pulled her closer. “It’s just like there’s this dark cloud hanging over me and I just can’t get happy. Like I should be over the moon right now-”

“Why do you think that?” The queen interrupted. “My best friend is having a baby, she could be getting engaged, I’m having a baby-”

“You’re having a baby?”

Amani felt a knife twist in her heart, she’d wanted T’Challa to know first. “I just found out. I wasn’t feeling well so T’Challa arranged for me to get a second opinion and surprise,” She exclaimed half-heartedly.

“But you’re not sure if you want to go through with the pregnancy?”

Amani sighed and shook her head.

“Does T’Challa know?”

She shook her head again, “I want to tell him, but he’s so excited. It would break his heart to hear that I don’t know if I’m going to keep the child.”

“You know, I am hearing a lot about others and very little about how you feel.”

“I just, I don’t know if this baby is safe with me,” Amani admitted reluctantly. “Amani,” the queen turned to look her in both eyes, “Have you been having thoughts about-”

“Please,” the girl begged, “I have but I can’t. Please don’t say that aloud.”

“If you have been thinking about ending your life my dear, we need to talk about it.”

Amani began crying once more, “ It terrifies me. I’ve only felt like this once and I vowed I would never go back there, and here I am and-”

“You do not owe any of us an explanation. There is no way we could imagine what you’ve been through.” Ramonda pulled the young girl in for a hug. “I would like to get you some more help though. Perhaps some that can only be found outside of the castle walls. Just think about it please my dear. As much as I want this grandchild, I want you here safe and sound to raise it.” Ramonda hugged her daughter in love and wiped a stray tear of her own.

A few minutes later she interrupted the comfortable silence that had formed, “Now, make whatever decision feels right for you, but you need to tell the child’s father. My son deserves to know. Not just about the baby, but everything.”She looked into the young woman’s eyes. Amani sighed and nodded. She could no longer avoid the inevitable.

“T’Challa, can I talk to you?” Amani fumbled with her hands upon entering her boyfriend’s office. The moon shone through his large windows and her heart fluttered as he looked up and grinned. Some of the strain of the day melting away as he laid eyes on her for the first time since breakfast this morning. The heiress’s stomach churned after, the feel of acid rising in her throat as the thought of what she was about to admit out loud to her child’s father. The king looked so ethereal, surrounded by the pale glowing halo of the moon. Who was she to deny him the chance to be an amazing father once again? “Amani? Are you alright?” the rich baritone of T’Challa’s voice pulled her back into reality. “Yeah, I’m-,” She couldn’t do this. The prospective royal felt her emotions frantically backpedaling. What’s the worst that could happen? She’d have the baby, T’Challa would continue to love them both and, sure she would probably continue letting him down but she could make him happy at least this one last time.

“My love?” the king called out once more. Worried and intrigued by what was distracting the usually laser-focused woman in front of him. “Huh? Oh, It’s fine. Nevermind. I shouldn’t have come it was stupid.” Amani backtracked and turned to head out of the door. “Hold on,” The king quickly reached out to pull her back to him. “You came all the way down to my office this late at night for something stupid?”

“It’s nothing really,” Amani hid her face knowing that she was a terrible liar when T’Challa was involved. “Okay, come on,” the king pulled her over to his desk and onto his lap. “What’s going on? Did you get the results from the doctor?” T’Challa’s face brightened once again at the prospect of knowing whether or not he should be expecting another child soon. Amani felt her heart tear in two. Tears began streaming down her face before she could stop them. “Oh,” T’Challa’s face fell,” Oh my love come here. It is not over yet okay. We will get through this. We’ll give you time to heal and if you want to, in the future once we’re married and Ada is a little older we can try again-”

Feeling her emotions getting the best of her, the former waitress decided to just blurt it out. “I’m still pregnant.” The king’s face contorted in confusion, waiting for Amani to explain the heart-wrenching sobs that were beginning to hiccup their way out of her throat. He rubbed her back in silence until she calmed slightly under his touch. “You were right, I never lost the baby, but I’m not sure that I still want to have this child T’Challa.”

Even the moon seemed to lean closer to the window as the king let out a low whistle. Amani allowed the silence to linger for a while longer before nervously ushering it along, “Please say something T’Challa.”

The monarch ran a hand over his head before hoisting her back securely on his lap, “What do you want me to say Amani?”

“I don’t know. I mean. I don’t. I’ll just go-” She stood sadness lacing every movement.

“Did I ask you to leave Amani?” The king stopped her.

“Please stop thinking that when things get hard I’ll want to leave or that I want you to leave. I love you and that means I want to know what you are thinking at all times. I want us to talk through this okay?”

The American woman nodded as tears pooled behind her eyes again. “Okay,” she nodded as T’Challa helped her to take a seat on the elevated window seal. Once he joined her he took a moment to study her face. “What’s really going on. You adore children.”

The king wiped the newly emerging tears, remembering how sensitive Nakia was during her pregnancy as well. The slightest thing could set her off crying. Or screaming. Usually crying. “I don’t think this child is safe, T'Challa.”

A fire sizzled across the father’s features, “Darius is dead, and you know I will do anything. Anything to protect you two.”

“I know T’Challa, but it is not an outsider I am afraid of.”

“What do you mean? Has someone here threatened-”

I don’t think this baby is safe from me T’Challa. Lately, I’ve been-” Amani gulped, not ready to admit this out loud again for the second time today. “I have been having visions and daydreams about killing myself T’Challa. I can’t stop them. It’s like I'm doing, well okay at best and then they just appear. Out of nowhere.”

Tears warbled her lower lip as the king grappled with the words that had just left her mouth. “I- I don’t even feel safe from myself and I’m struggling every day to keep myself alive. The thought of adding another person I’m responsible for to the mix. It’s just too much. It’s too much T’Challa.” Amani felt the dam of her emotions crumble and she succumbed to the flood. T’Challa pulled her in close after she let the pain of her secrets flow. He knew that she had not seemed like herself lately, but he presumed it was just post-traumatic stress from her ordeal. He knew he should have pushed harder for her to seek professional help after, but she insisted she just needed time. Now she was here in his office sobbing. Admitting to having thoughts about killing herself and by consequence, their first child. For the first time in a long time, T'Challa Udaku was terrified and he had no idea what to do about it.

He hugged his girlfriend even closer as he thought about the engagement ring that was tucked away in the royal armory. He knew this was not the most appropriate time to think about needing to cancel his plans for them this Thursday but it helped keep him rooted to earth in a moment where he wanted nothing more than to spiral like the woman on his lap. Cancel engagement dinner. Consult with Diyna, head priestess of the temple. Cancel and postpone all meetings tomorrow. Find mother. Scratch that. Get Amani safely to their room and message his mother that they needed to talk as soon as possible. Pray to Bast that Okoye and Mother are not sleeping. He created a mental checklist and sighed. He had a plan of action and all he needed to do now was follow it.

Amani woke up hours later, the moon still making its slow descent across the sky. T’Challa was nowhere to be found even though she knew he’d been there when she fell asleep. Something pressed against her bladder and she sighed, moving to head to the bathroom. Her feet touched the cold stone and she groaned hoping to shuffle quickly to the bathroom and back. As her foot went to take the next step a familiar searing heat electrified her body. Her face twisted in horror as the events from years ago began to repeat themselves. “No, no, no, no please,” she chanted over and over as she sank to the floor. Her steady plea turned into a gut-wrenching wail as her second child passed over to that great beyond without her. With it went the last shreds of her sanity.

It'd been three weeks. The king paced the corridor outside of his daughter’s room. 21 days and he still had not found a way that felt appropriate to comfort his wife. The news of this miscarriage tore him apart more than he could ever begin to show, but Amani had lost it. She insisted it was punishment for having doubts about keeping their miracle baby and no matter who tried to reassure her, she wouldn’t believe anything but that she was responsible. She’d withdrawn from everyone including the monarch who finally decided to knock on Ada’s door. He made his way into the room only to be shushed by Amani, who was rocking the soon to be 6 year old to sleep. “Shh, she’s sleeping,” she crooned, watching as Ada’s chest rose and fell.”

T’Challa walked over squatting before her, heart breaking at the sight, “I know, but I was hoping to talk to you.” Amani tore her eyes from Ada to look at his chest avoiding all eye contact. She hadn’t looked him in the eyes in days. The specialist from the center thought it was a sign of devaluation. She no longer felt she was worthy of T’Challa being her partner. It was the most absurd thing he’d heard in his life. If anything, he owed her the world. “Why?” Amani uttered, turning her gaze back to the sleeping Ada. “I can’t leave the baby,” she reminded and the king nodded, looking at his school-age child in her lap. “Just for a moment,” he waved Okoye into the room. “Okoye will watch her for you.”

A few beats passed before the mother nodded, allowing Ada to be handed over to Okoye. The warrior and T’Challa breathed a sigh of relief as the king was able to lead Amani out of the room and into the hallway. “Did I mess up again?” the woman mumbled once the door was shut, separating them from Ada. “No,” the king reassured, “But I want to get you some help. So you can feel better. You’re tired and barely eating.”

Amani remained silent and the king took it as a sign to continue, “Please think about it.”

He handed over a brochure and the older sister gingerly flipped through it. For the first time in weeks, something other than Ada brought a slight smile to her face. “I thought you might like it.”

“They can help me feel better?”

The king nodded and Amani flipped through the pages once more. “What about the baby, I can’t leave her. She-”

“Will be fine.” The king reassured. “Let me take care of her, I just want you to feel better okay?”

Amani started to shake her head before letting her shoulders sink and she sighed. “Okay.”

“It’s just a month okay?” Amani hugged her little sister who had tears in her eyes. It’d been two days since she had agreed to go to a therapeutic rehabilitation center. Yesterday, T’Challa had called and luckily they still had a spot available for Amani to join them. She couldn’t deny that fear was grating on her nerves, but there was a little ember of hope burning. Maybe soon, she’d feel better than she ever had. The prospect excited her. She squeezed Amare one last time before hugging her two best friends and Ada one last time. She’d already hugged Queen mother and Shuri goodbye as they had agreed to sit in on T’Challa’s meetings so that he could escort his beloved to the center.

“Wait, someone is missing?” Amani froze looking over the people she loved who had gathered to see her off. “You said goodbye to Ada this morning,” Amare sniffled and Amani couldn’t help but pull her into another hug. This was the first time the older sister would be leaving the younger one since their parents had passed. “I know,” the business owner thought back to the tears that had defined her morning as Ada was reluctant to let her go. It had been a miracle T’Challa had convinced her to go to school at all. Though, Amani couldn’t deny that the fact that she would be missed did warm her heart.

“I meant my niece or nephew,” she smiled softly and pulled Madiyson and her prominent baby bump into a hug. Soon, they’ll be here in person for me to meet.”

Everyone looked on slightly in shock, none more so than Madisyon who had avoided showing her friend her bump since the incident a month ago now. “What?” Amani pulled back and blanched, hoping she hadn’t said anything wrong. “Nothing, I- we should get going so we can check in on time.”

Amani nodded and smiled at her family once more before allowing herself to be helped into the car. It’s only for a month,” she sighed as the car pulled away from the curb. Fighting back tears as she watched her family disappear. She hoped this month went by quickly so that she could come home, a stronger person. Ready to embrace all of the new changes that were coming her way. For the first time in months, a full-blown smile graced her features and she squeezed T’Challa’s hand. The world seemed just a bit brighter, even if only for a moment.

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cyancherub · 3 years

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FYI, "all writing tag" is not working on your pinned post. The bnh masterlist works fine. Also wanted to know if your post part 3/3 of While You Were Sleeping today? (No rush, just curious)

ohhh thank you!!! it’s so odd because it works on my end ?! i will look into it !!

as for WYWS, I’ll try my best to! ive been lagging behind on pt 3 even tho im just on final edits because i have writer’s block 😭 if i post it it will be quite late because im working right now!!!

but if i don’t get it out today ill dedicate the weekend to getting it done 😚🌷

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btsqualityy · 6 years

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For the Last Time Part 3 (T’Challa Udaku x Black Reader Imagine)

Summary: On the eve of T’Challa’s coronation, you two head out on an adventure, for the last time.

I know, it’s been fifteen thousand years since I last uploaded an imagine but life has been a bitch, to say the least lol. But I’m back now and requests are open!

Part 1 & Part 2

Warning: Angst. That’s all I have to say.

The bright rays of the sunlight filtering through the curtains are what first cause you to stir in your sleep. A loud snore, however, is what causes you to open your eyes.

You look over and see T’Challa laying on his stomach, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted open. You couldn’t believe this man, your man, was becoming King of Wakanda today. Even though it was an inevitability, you still couldn’t believe the day was finally here.

“I can feel you staring at me, mnandi,” he mutters as his eyes flutter open.

“Sorry,” you whisper, feeling a little embarrassed.

“What time is it?” He asks as he yawns. You glance over his shoulder at the clock sitting on his bedside table.

“8:36am,” you tell him. He nods and grans one of your hands bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against it.

“Okoye will be here soon, to help me prepare for the ceremony,” he says.

“I should be going then, yeah? I do not want my parents to catch me sneaking back into the house.”

You get out of the bed, starting to search for the clothes you had on last night. Once you find them and quickly slip them back on, you get back onto the bed where T’Challa hadn’t moved an inch.

“I shall see you at the ceremony, eh?” He asks looking up at you.

“Yes. I will be right there next to the Queen Mother and Shuri, I promise,” you assure him. “I love you so much T. Don’t forget that.”

He smiled widely. “I love you more sithandwa sam.”

You leaned down and kissed his lips softly. Noticing the time, you got up and quickly made your way to his bedroom door, slipping quietly into the hallway and out of the hallway.

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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Loss

This is another one of my sad ass Erik stories. This one deals with loss, and if any of you have truly lost a loved one, I send out my condolences. It's really hard when someone is taken away from us so soon, especially when it sudden. All we can really do is hope for an afterlife, and that they have found peace

Bitch don’t hate on me cause your nigga finally realized your fat ass ain’t worth his time and decided to get with a real bitch.

Those were some of the last words she had heard from her cousin before she was reduced to what was probably ash in the blazing inferno that was likely plastered over every major news network in Oakland. As tears slid down her cheeks, she shook her head, imagining all the making up they could have done. It didn’t have to be that way, they could’ve talked about it.

As she buried her head in her hands, she took a deep breath. It would be hard having to face her auntie, knowing that she had fought with her cousin less than an hour before she had begged and pleaded for her not to get in the car with her ex. She didn’t even know how everything had gone so wrong, they grew up so close. He was drunk, but Kadejah didn’t listen. She was drinking and all she could get out of the situation was, don’t leave with my ex. Bouncing her leg, she pushed her curly hair out of her face, ignoring her phone ringing for the fifth time.

It was Erik, there was no doubting it. She knew from his ringtone that it was him. He was the only person in her contacts list that had a personalized ringtone, one he set for himself. She couldn't move, she couldn’t do anything. Kadejah was gone and it was all her fault. Despite what anyone said, she couldn’t help but feel like she could have done more to protect her younger cousin, to stop her from getting in that car.

It had always been like the two years that separated the two of them were decades apart. Gina was always the older, more mature cousin who protected her little cousin from bullies, whereas Kadejah was the younger hothead who was always into trouble. There were many times when their mothers had to separate the two due to their very hot natures coming into the forefront.

As they got older, things seemed to change. They began running with different crowds, seeing different people, and all of a sudden, it was like they were worlds apart. Kadejah began hanging with a bad crowd, got involved with drugs, and the rest was history, but through it all, Gina never turned her back on her. She always tried to get her clean clothes, food, clean needles once she realized that pushing her to stop wouldn’t help her, anything that would help her cousin live an easier life.

Kadejah’s life was hard, that much was almost an understatement. She remembered the times when she and her cousin would have to share clothes because her mother would just drop her off and not come back for months. She remembered when they were younger, and Kadejah would come back with cigarette burns on her arms, dirty clothes, and was too small for anyone’s liking. It was just a bad situation that she would always ask her mother why they couldn’t get her out of, but her mother said the best thing you could do for someone is to help them along the way, and slowly urge them where they need to be. She said that forcing them was more of a hindrance than a help, and she would learn that as she got older.

When her aunt got clean, there seemed to be no one happier about the situation than Gina. Kadejah as happy for it to just be her and her mother, no strange men in and out, no drugs. This lasted for a while, but as many understood, nothing was permanent and her aunt had relapsed in less than five years.

At that point, Gina’s mother had had enough and filed for sole custody of Kadejah from her sister, and she got it. Her cousin finally had a stable home, but by that point, it only served to make her behavior worse. She would act out because despite it all, she missed her mother and she wanted to go home, but her aunt just wasn’t giving her that.

But through it all, they loved Kadejah. She was family and they were not going to give up on her or her mother, and that was it. No matter who said they were washing hands they'd never even dirtied with them, Gina and her mother stood firm.

Her phone ringing again reached her ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer it. She’d been in the same spot for hours, saying that she needed to get up, to let her family know that she was okay, to let Erik know she was okay. He was all the way in Wakanda, there was no way for her to really call him aside from the Kimoyo beads she had in her room, sitting on her bedside table.

It had been twelve hours. Twelve hours since she’d been dragged away from the car that contained the charred remains of her cousin and ex-boyfriend. She’d kicked, screamed, and fought until two firemen had to literally carry her off of the scene. Her aunt was there, screaming and begging God to take her, to miraculously save Kadejah, but it was too late. She was gone and they were left to mourn her.

Gigi.

Her final words. They’d come out in a scream that she hoped to never remember, but would likely follow her for the rest of her life. Never had something so nostalgic sent such a horrid chill up her spine. It was her childhood nickname, and only Kadejah could call her that. She hoped to never hear it again. As her phone rang again, Erik’s face coming up on the screen for the twenty-third time, she reached for it, trying to gather herself before tapping the screen, his face coming into focus.

♠️♣️♠️♣️♦️♥️♦️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️

Twenty-three times. He had called Gina twenty-three times since he’d heard about the accident at Coco Loco, a local nightclub his girlfriend attended and told him she was excited to be at. There was some twerk contest her cousin was in and she was going to support her.

He’s remembered the huge stacks of ones she’d gotten from the bank, as well as the smile on her face as she talked about how she knew her cousin was going to win the first prize, $10,000, which would be used to pay for her rent up to her lease and a new wardrobe. He’d joked that Gina should have gotten on the stage to guarantee that they got the money and she’d laughed for almost ten minutes. After that, they said their goodbyes and he hung up.

For twenty-three calls, he thought that was the last time that he ever saw her smile, which was why he showed his ass until T'Challa got a jet by the time the tenth rolled around. They were somewhere around New York when she finally picked up, and he has never felt more relieved in his life.

”Aye man, don't ever scare me like that, I was worried as fuck about you!” He was met with nothing but silence, the playful smirk falling from his face. ”Gigi?” And that's when it came.

He's heard Gina cry before, but he’d never heard her cry like that before. It just didn't sound right. That cry came from a place that both great happiness and sorrow came from, and it seemed like Gina was experiencing the latter.

She didn't say anything, just sobbed for what felt like an hour or two. Then, she was silent. She’d sniff occasionally, so he knew she was here, but for the next four hours, she said nothing and he didn't make her, he just listened, lifting his head every time it looked like she was going to say something, to let her know he was listening, but she could be see him anyway.

When they lowered the jet somewhere around the state line, he hung up his phone, running his hands through his hair. They had about a half hour until they would make it home and he honestly didn't know what the fuck to do, to say. He didn't even know what happened. Pulling out his phone, he decided to do a little looking, not having really done any since he called her six hours before. It took him a good twenty minutes of finding before anything good came up, and when he did, he felt dread pool at the pit of his stomach.

It was on Worldstar, Fox 2 still being vague about what happened. It showed the video of what happened, and there were people everywhere, doing their best to help the situation.

”Gina, get back! It's gone burn yo ass up!” He caught a flash of pink, the dress that Gina had worn that night, that she still had on. She was kneeling by the vehicle, which was flipped over. She seemed to be trying to reach in, to help someone out. He couldn't hear what she was yelling over the crowd’s panicked noise, but he definitely could see the fire. It was at the bottom, likely spreading, but he could tell no one was really hurt yet. She was trying to open the door, but it seemed to be locked, so she took her purse and beat on the window, but nothing seemed to work.

”Gina!” The fire was spreading know, and there was a very small window of time for Gina to move before things went to shit. The sirens had sounded and firemen were forcing their way through the crowd, but Gina paid them no mind, still hammering away at the window with desperation. She was saying something, but he couldn't hear her over the noise.

He then watched the firemen drag his girlfriend off of the scheme, and she was fighting them tooth and nail to get back. It even got to the point where she was beating one of the two firemen with her clutch while the other one held her ankles, all whole bucking her body to get them off of her. He wanted to be angry, but Gina was stubborn and would probably have rather burned up. That car looked very familiar, though.

”No,” she screamed over and over again, a female police officer and an ambulance worker having to come over and hold her down so that she didn't run towards the fire.

He kept hearing the same name over and over again.

Kadejah.

Kadejah was the name of Gina’s cousin and he wished he had nicer things to say about her. No matter how he tried to put it, Kadejah was far from who Gina thought she was. Or at least he hoped she was, because he couldn’t even look at the two and think they were even friends, let alone cousins.

The last time he had seen Kadejah, it had been at Gina’s birthday party. She showed up drunk, got into an argument with her mother, and threw Gina’s entire birthday cake at the woman before storming out. That night, he and Gina spend six hours, roaming the streets of Oakland to find her. When they did, she was so high, she could barely form coherent sentences, and she pissed all over his expensive leather seats. Gina apologized over and over again before taking her cousin to her house and putting her to sleep. The next morning, Kadejah was gone, as well as about $300 worth of random shit Gina had laying around.

Now, he felt bad. Despite her being addicted to drugs, Kadejah was misunderstood, and he knew that. Now, it looked like her life was over before she could even turn it around.

When Okoye lowered the jet in the parking lot of Gina’s apartment complex, he didn’t even wait for the safety steps, opening the hatch and flying up the stairs, just to see that her door was ajar, and the sorrowful sobs poured out into the hallway.

When he stepped in, he saw Gina’s mother clutching to her daughter as if her life depended on it, rocking her from side to side as she wept. She barely spared him a glance, running her hands along Gina’s arms as she whispered consoling words in her ear.

“Come on, Baby. You need to eat something. All this crying gone make you sick.” Judging by the faint odor coming from the pile of towels in the hallway, she’d already made herself sick.

“No,” she whispered pathetically, her hands covering her mouth, almost as if her mother was trying to force feed her the sandwich sitting in the countertop. His heart broke as he watched her bury her face in her arms, her chest heaving as she pushed more sobs out, her arms trembling under the weight of her upper body. He couldn't bear to see her that way, gently pushing the older woman out of the way as he scooped her into his arms, feeling her tears wet the front of his shirt.

”I gotchu, Ma,” he whispered as he pulled her closer to him, rubbing soothing circles in her back.

Losing Kadejah was going to be hard on Gina, but he would help her through it. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to lose a sibling, someone so close to him, and he couldn't even fathom it. She was feeling a pain he hoped to never experience.

”Come on, Ma. You gotta get up.” Standing, he hoisted her into his arms, carrying her over to the kitchen table, the sandwich sitting there. Within the next ten minutes, she had taken three bites, managing to keep it down. It wasn't much, but it was something. It was the first step on a long road to recovery, but he would be damned if she got lost along the way.

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justsomewritingsandshit · 7 years

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How To De-Stress

T’Challa Udaku x Reader

Length: 899 words

Warnings: bit more sexy than usual, no specified gendered reader

T’Challa Udaku was now the King of Wakanda.

Following the death of his father, King T’Chaka, the young prince had been forced to step into the position of King. Of course, you supported your fiancé one hundred percent; he was more than capable of being an amazing, powerful king of Wakanda, just like his father and predecessors. However, there was a downside to him taking the throne so suddenly, and that was the fact he was now constantly busy (he was working towards ensuring Wakanda is as prosperous, and happy, as it was under his father’s rule).

Unfortunately, and you would admit rightfully, T’Challa’s sudden ascension to the throne meant your wedding was put on hold, the ceremony being pushed back several months. As the months passed, and the ceremony grew closer, you began to put together the plans for the wedding, alone. Well, you did have a few handmaidens, as well as Shuri (T’Challa’s sister) and Ramonda (T’Challa’s mother), to help you with the process, but it wasn’t the same as having your fiancé by your side.

Unlike people from Wakanda, or other neighbouring countries, you weren’t entirely sure of the details of the wedding ceremony – hence why you needed all the help. But, growing up in a Western culture, where weddings weren’t as extravagant or as important, you’d been expecting to plan the proceedings with your partner, T’Challa. What good was a wedding, when it only truly reflected one of the partners personalities?

Plus, as a non-native to Wakanda, you weren’t completely sure of all the traditions and ceremonies, so your choices and decisions weren’t always correct. You’d jokingly suggested a chocolate fountain at your formal, seven-course meal reception, and you were given the most confused, and disgusted, looks ever. Trying to collaborate the intricate wedding ceremony of Wakanda, with a more generic Western wedding ceremony wasn’t easy.

On top of the wedding plans, everyone had been spending much of their time preparing you for when you became Queen. You’d spent hours going over the history of Wakanda, the roles of a Queen, and the rules of the society you’d be joining. All of that, plus etiquette lessons, as well as a makeover… You felt out of your depth, and very stressed.

All you wanted was some downtime with T’Challa.

Sighing happily, you were finally left alone for the day. It had been a long morning of lessons and wedding planning, followed by an even longer afternoon of fittings. Deciding to forget about the world for a bit, you went to have a warm bath, eager to soak away the stresses of the day you’d had. After pouring a few liquids into the large porcelain bathtub as it filled, you stepped back to shed the various layers of clothing you wore. Humming quietly to yourself, some song you’d heard Shuri singing earlier, you pinned your hair up before you carefully stepped into the bath. As you settled into the bubbles and warmth, you heard quiet footsteps on the tiled floor.

“Tell me, my King, isn’t it inappropriate for my fiancé to intrude on me like this? We are not yet married, T’Challa.” You softly voiced, speaking slowly as your gaze wandered over the man in front of you. Modesty wasn’t something you bothered yourself with, as you’d begun relations with T’Challa long ago – before you’d even known that he was a Prince, and way before you’d known about how to have a ‘proper’ relationship with royalty.

“I suppose it could be deemed inappropriate for me to enter your bathroom,” T’Challa said teasingly, his deep eyes captivating your own, before they let go to trail over your visible skin. His hands reached towards his own clothes and he begun to undo buttons, letting you know that he was seconds away from being nude. “However, I find that it’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed time alone with you, so I hope you can forgive my rude intrusion.” He let his shirt flutter to the floor, where it would no doubt later get crumpled and splashed. “Tell me, my love, have you missed me, too?”

You smiled over at him, eyes locking onto his, too enthralled with the love and admiration you found in them to even think of abandoning the gaze. Not even when he was fully undressed, leaving his gorgeous self completely bare to you, did you dare look away from his expressive eyes. Finally, you answered him, “More than you know.” You leaned forward, carefully, as to not slosh the water over the lip. Your significant other slid in behind you, himself being careful not to create a mess. When T’Challa placed his warm hand on your shoulder, you eased yourself backwards, laying your body against his. There was nothing but comfortable silence for a while, but you couldn’t help yourself, “You know, if you hadn’t been so shy, we might’ve been married by now. Perhaps, this wouldn’t be so inappropriate, if you had.”

T’Challa’s deep chuckle shook reverberated within his chest, “While that may be true, my love, I’d like to think where we are is perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you could feel the smile on his face.

Sharing this moment with T’Challa was enough for you… but only for another few minutes. You had plans for later, and they would most definitely take away your stress.

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thefanficfaerie · 4 years

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chaneajoyyy · 2 years

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airis-paris14 · 2 years

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Redemption 17

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

Warnings: None

Masterlist || 16 || 17 || 18

“Good morning,” Zari puts on her best smile as she walks into the family dining room. She helped Aiden into his seat beside T’Challa before sitting across the table from Alua. “Goodmorning,” The Jabari noblewoman smiles back and continues eating. Conversation flows amicably back and forth like normal and T’Challa couldn’t thank Bast enough. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Alua or Zoe, but he had no idea how this breakfast would go. Especially since he had no desire to explain the full situation to anyone outside of those who already knew. “T’Challa?” the man fell from his thought cloud back to the table. He looked around to realize all the women in his life were staring at him. “Yes?”

“I asked what you and Alua had planned for the day.” His mother repeated. “Oh, I was going to show Aiden the menagerie if you’d like to join,” the king offered before glancing at Zari, “you too Zari.” The woman looked up from the fruit she had resumed pushing around the plate, “Oh, I’d planned to head out to the market and to see my family too. I think it will be good for you and Alua to spend some time alone with Aiden. Especially since she will be joining the family soon enough,” Zari offered up a smile before turning back to her breakfast. “I would love that,” Alua chimed in hoping to break up the silence that had begun to settle over the table. “Zari, I think I’ll join you in the market and visit to your mother,” Ramonda continued around the table. “I’m assuming that you will be in your lab Shuri?” The queen raised an eyebrow. “Only with your kind blessing mother,” Shuri grinned, quickly finishing her plate. Ramonda shook her head as the princess stood to escape to her happy place, “Before you go Shuri, please get Aiden ready to head out with his father.”

“But-” the princess opened her mouth. “I’ve got it, Queen Mother,” Zari spoke, earning a grateful look from the princess. She winked in response, “I’m not going to see him the rest of the day. I want to have a little time with him before we head off.” Aiden smiled up at his mom and Ramonda shook her head but laughed nonetheless as her youngest scampered out of the room before she could insist. “Come on buddy, you finished everything you wanted?” Zari caught her son’s attention who was finishing his last piece of fruit. “Look at you! Clean plate club!” the mother grinned and tickled her son. “Look, daddy?” He raised the dish to show his father who matched his mother’s enthusiasm. “I think that earns you a ride on a rhino if the herders agree.”

Zari shot the king a look that she hoped conveyed her unease and he squeezed her hand under the table. She fought to ignore the electricity between them “It’s perfectly safe,” he reassured. “I’m trusting you,” she warned. “Let’s go get ready so you can see all the animals with Daddy.” Zari stood and escorted her son out of the room.

An hour later Aiden was freshly bathed and dressed ready for his day. T’Challa knocked twice before entering, “You ready Aiden?” He smiled as his son ran over and hugged his legs. “Let’s go then,” He hoisted him up on his shoulders. “No daddy,” he wriggled around. “I wanna walk right now.”

“Oh?” the king raised an eyebrow and looked up at his son who was leaning over his face. The kindergartner nodded and T’Challa shrugged before setting him back down. “Why don’t you go find grandma? I wanna talk to your mom before we leave.” Aiden nodded before skirting out of the room. “No running son,” T’Challa and Zari reprimanded at the same time. The couple laughed. When the following silence became unbearable under T’Challa’s gaze Zari walked around the bed to grab her purse. “I should get-”

“Why did you do that?” the king moved closer to her cornering her against the wall. “What do you mean?” T’Challa moved even closer, practically pinning her against the wall. “You refused to go to the menagerie with us. Claiming you want Alua and me to spend time with Aiden.” the king leaned his head down so that his breath mingled with his love’s. “I- I do,” Zari stammered.

“That’s bullshit.” the king replied cooly searching her eyes. “T’Challa someone might see.”

“The door is closed.” He leaned even closer. His lips brushed Zari’s but his hands still held firmly behind his back. “If she is to become his stepmother then-”

T’Challa captured her lips in a bruising kiss and instinctively Zari wrapped her hands around his neck. The king's hands ventured to her lower back before settling on her butt and pulling them pelvis to pelvis. “He will have only one mother,” the king growled. “But Alua,” Zari started.

“Is in love with M’Baku as he is with her.”

“How can you be-”

“I asked her. We have agreed to try and figure out a way to change the agreement.” Zari looked up shocked and the king reveled in the feeling of still being in control of her body. “So your excuse stands today. Tomorrow, however, you are mine Zari.” The king searched her face for any signs of hesitation or defiance before stepping back and walking out of the room.

A few moments later, Zari caught her breath and looked at the time realizing she was probably keeping Ramonda waiting. “What is wrong with me,” she sighed, grabbing her things and making her way out of the room. A few hours later, Zari and Isha were huddled in their childhood hideout. The window seat in Zari’s bedroom was more cramped than either of them remembered but the conversation at hand was more important. “I just think we’ve missed our timing,” Zari sighed. “ I feel like you are deciding that for him, Zar. I mean you’ve only been here a few weeks. Albeit a few horribly timed weeks, but I think you should cut him some slack.”

“Yeah, but what if Bast is trying to tell us that she doesn’t approve?”

“Or she is simply testing the strength of your love. Think about it. You all have been apart for years. It is easy to fall in love with the idea of the relationship you had with T’Challa. But maybe she is making sure you can actually still love the man he has become. Not just the man he was.” Isha rubbed her friend’s back as they watched her nephew run around the backyard.

“I think I just need to give him some space. Take Aiden back to New York for a few weeks and once the marriage issue is resolved, send my baby back here until school starts.”

“If that is what you truly believe is best, then I support you. Personally, I think you’re running from the fact that you’re still in love with T’Challa.”

“I-”

Isha cut her friend off with a look, “I know you are and it’s okay. Just make sure that you are making this decision for him and Aiden, not just you being afraid to put yourself on the line.”

“So you don’t think I should give him some space to figure it out?”

“If you want to, you should. But I think you should reconsider not coming back with Aiden. I think you should come back to stay with him for the rest of the summer. Even if only to see me,” Isha added. Zari snorted as she hugged her best friend turned sister, “I missed you too Isha.”

“Okay Mister,” Zari smiled at her son as he was tucked in his covers. T’Challa had been quiet the whole time they got him ready for bed. He’d kissed Aiden goodnight and headed out claiming he had something he had to finish in his office. The mother was slightly worried about what had put him in an off mood but decided to talk to him about it after. “Tablet off? Toys away? Teeth brushed? Ears and Toes cleaned? Night light on?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yep. Yes.” Aiden smiled back at his mom. “Alrighty then,” Zari pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you Aiden.”

“I love you too mommy,” he kissed her cheek before she headed out of the room, making sure to turn the lights out before shutting the door. Next thing she knew she was pressed against the wall with T’Challa hovering over her again. “For Bast’s sake T’Challa! What on earth are you doing?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“You couldn’t have asked me like a normal person?”

“You aren’t enjoying meeting like this? You seemed to enjoy it earlier.” The king raised an eyebrow and Zari felt heat rush to her cheeks. “What do we need to talk about?”

“Us. Zari, I want you and not as a friend. Nor as a co-parent. I want you as my wife.”

“But, you are already engaged.”

“An engagement I am trying to end. Zari, I never thought I would see you again. If I had known that just a few weeks later I would find the love of my life again, we wouldn’t be in this situation. We’d be planning an engagement party for all of our friends and family.”

The designer chuckled at the earnest truth that laced T’Challa’s insistence that they be married. “You didn’t know though. Now someone else’s life has been dragged into this mess-”

“Someone who loves another as well Zari.” The king interrupted. “I know T’Challa,” the mother looked away and bit her lip. “I love when you do that,” The king leaned in closer and Zari couldn’t hold in her laughter.

“Are you really this horny your majesty?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his voice and suddenly Zari felt the wind leave her lungs. She’d expected him to joke it away but she could tell something had shifted. He was done playing games. This was no longer the 18-year-old prince she’d known intimately years ago. Before her was a man, who knew exactly what he wanted and she was what his eyes were set on.

“Oh,” her voice came out barely a whisper. “Zar, look at me,”’ the king lifted her chin. “What is keeping you from running away to elope with me right now.”

“Besides your fianceé sleeping in a guest room down the hall?” Zari chuckled and the king frowned. “You’re avoiding the question again.” He stated and felt Zari squirming even more under his gaze. “Tell me what is truly on your mind, Zari.” He asked softly, only a step above pleading. “At every step you’ve been so willing to give up on this relationship so quickly. Why?” He searched her gaze.

“A few weeks before I found out I was pregnant,” Zari started out softly, “you’d left something at my house. I came by the next day to drop it off and overheard your father speaking with one of the elders.”

[6 years ago]

Brinin Zana, The Royal City, Wakanda

The Palace

“Your majesty,” Zari froze as she heard voices coming down the hall. Not wanting to be caught leaving the Prince’s quarters unattended, she hid in an alcove close by. “Yes Semi.” King T’Chaka paused his walk to acknowledge one of the elders. “The rest of the council has asked me to speak to you about your son’s choice in a romantic partner if you will.”

“Yes,” the king gestured for the man to continue speaking. “Many of the council members are afraid of the consequences that will occur if the two decide to wed one day.”

“Wed?” Zari shook her head, “Who was thinking about marriage when college decision day was just around the corner. She prayed she could even make it through the rest of her final year of school with her head on straight.”

“As you know,” the elder continued, “The girl is not of noble blood. If the two should wed, well it simply has not been done. The elders would like you to put a stop to this relationship if at all possible. To preserve the traditions of Wakanda.”

“Is that all?” King T’Chaka glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well yes, your majesty.”

“Good. Semi, they are just children. Infatuated with each other. As you and the council are aware, children are not expected to marry as young as we were when we were younger. Both of them plan to attend college before any discussions of a family begin.”

Zari smiled, glad that the king at least seemed to understand the priorities of her and T’Challa. They weren’t even sure they’d be attending the same colleges for the next few years, let alone discussing a wedding or children. Though she and the prince had begun to explore the delightful method through which children were brought into the world. Zari fought the heat rushing to her cheeks at the mere thought of their escapades. “They are not even planning to attend the same schools as far as I understand. I highly doubt this relationship will last the separation and therefore, I will be doing nothing of the sort. My son is happy and the girl is a delight to have around. Now if they are still together in five years we will revisit the situation with both of the children involved and treated like the adults they are. Until then, my son will be allowed to enjoy this young love and it will end on its own timing.” The king dismissed the elder and continued on his walk in the hall. Leaving behind a Zari who was an odd mixture of pleased and hurt. Everyone was banking on her and T’Challa’s relationship failing? Sure she’d had her own doubts about her value in the eyes of the country as a royal, but it was different to hear your fears voiced out loud.

Present Day

“From then on, I felt like our relationship was on borrowed time. Even with Aiden it still is. The council will accept him, he is of royal blood. I am not.”

“Zar,” the king reached out wanting nothing more than to comfort the woman he could tell was seconds away from retreating from him once more. “No, T’Challa. Unless you can look me dead in the eye and tell me that the council would feel any different about us being together now than they did back then… I think it is best that Aiden and I leave for a few weeks. Just so you can sort out the marriage contract. I will send him back to spend the rest of the summer with you.”

Zari turned to walk away but T’Challa grabbed her wrist gently. “What about you?”

“I don’t know T’Challa.” Zari offered a sad smile before vanishing off down the hall.

“Come on baby, tell daddy you’ll see him soon,” Zari sighed as she watched her son sniffle his way through his hug with T’Challa. She loved how close the two had gotten and for a moment she wondered if she was doing the right thing by taking him away. It's just for a few weeks, she chastised herself. “Don’t cry son, it’s just for 14 days. Auntie Shuri taught you how to count that high. So every day, I want you to count down until I can come to get you okay.” The king wiped his son’s tears as the child nodded. “Okay,” Aiden mumbled and moved to take his mom’s hand. Ramonda, Shuri, Okoye, and Alua watched as the mother-son duo waved goodbye, T’Challa following close behind. At T’Challa’s signal, one of the Dora helped Aiden into the car while the king gently pulled Zari closer. “T'Challa, what about your family?”

“Two members of my family are leaving. They can excuse my PDA just this once.” The king gently pulled Zari even closer by her elbows so that their foreheads touch. Tears start to slip down Zari’s cheeks and the king wipes them away. “And here I thought you weren't going to miss me.” Zari chuckled and punched the king’s chest. “I do truly love you T’Challa. I just can’t fight this fight again. I want us to end on our own timing, not because the elders won’t approve.”

A tear sneaks out of T’Challa’s eye as he pulls Zari in for a hug. He holds her close, fearing that maybe this would be the last time they were this close. “I love you Zari,” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She sniffled and hurried into the car before she could make a different decision.

“When you love something, sometimes you have to let it go before it can fly back to you.” Alua hugged T’Challa from the side before walking off with Shuri who patted her brother’s shoulder. “Let’s talk,” Ramonda touched her son’s shoulder and he followed her into the parlor. “You know, this might be the worst decision you have ever made.” The Queen started after they had been served a late lunch. “Esh, what have I done?”

“You let my future daughter-in-law just walk out of here. You didn’t even put up a fight.”

“Mama, you didn’t even hear what the elders said about her when we were kids. I can’t put her through that again,” the king shook his head. “Well then change the traditions.”

“I can’t do that.”

“I thought you were the king?”

“What if she says no?”

“Then you can rest,” Ramonda pulled T’Challa’s hands into her own, “Knowing that you fought for her. But if you don’t get her back now, or at least try. You will always wonder, ‘What if I had just fought for her a little harder?’”

“And Alua?

“I’m sure you can think of a way to appease the Jabari. Besides, we both know the girl is in love with M’Baku. You’ll both be happier with different people. So stop making excuses and go. Zari is the one that is about to get away.”

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Hi, if you're still doing request from the prompt list could I have #71 for Bucky pleeeease? 🥰

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Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you as Bucky pounded you from above. You had been at it for hours and every time you thought your favorite super soldier was done, he rolled over and slid back into you.

You were breathless as his hands rubbed your soft stomach. Bucky had spent many hours of your previous encounters worshiping your body, confused that you would try to hide from him. He’d spent breaking down your walls to get you to see what he saw. And it paid off. Bucky worked your body better than anyone ever had before, he took the time to get to know you, and he truly appreciated everything you gave him and that endeared you to him even more.

But this time, this encounter, was completely different. It felt as if Bucky was trying to imprint himself on you. He’d already ruined you and you didn’t dare think about entertaining any other guys, and Bucky knew that.

Bucky licked your clavicle and gave a particularly hard thrust. He smirked at the moan and repeated the action. He slid his hands up to yours and laced your fingers together.

“Do you know how beautiful you look right now, y/n?” his voice rumbled in your ear.

You went to answer, but all that came out was a satisfied moan. Bucky kissed you soundly before he released your hands and placed them on your inner thighs. He’d never gone raw before and you knew that there was no going back to using a condom after this. You felt everything. The vein on the underside of his dick rubbed your walls just the right way. The way his dick was curved hit your spot every time he thrust in and out. This connection the two of you had only grew stronger with each thrust.

He pushed your thighs open wider and looked to where you were connected. “Fuck, you look so good, creaming om my dick, baby,” his voice was damn near a growl and you knew that meant he was close.

You reached between the two of you an played with your clit and gasped when his hips stuttered.

“You want me to cum in you?” he asked.

Your eyes bulged at the question and you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought. You nodded your head vigorously.

“I need to hear you say it, y/n,” he growled.

“Cum in me Bucky, please,” you begged. Your fingers worked your clit as he pounded you.

He bit his lip before he spoke again, “Then I’m gonna need you to spread them legs wider, y/n.”

You arched your back up, hoping that would open you up more to him. But then he shook his head and pressed down on your inner thighs, and growled “wider, baby. I said wider,” and he effectively opened you up to his liking. His strokes became faster and stronger than before, pushing you completely over the edge.

“Fuck you’re gripping me, y/n,” he said before he bent down to kiss you. You felt him cum deep inside of you, and the feeling of his cum coating your walls ripped another orgasm from you.

Bucky collapsed on top of you, his dick still hard inside of you as you tried to catch your breath. You wrapped your arms and legs around him and rubbed his back. You hoped that he would give you a break, but the moment that thought crossed your mind, Bucky began placing kisses across your chest once again. And in that moment, you realized that Bucky’s plan was to fuck you until you passed out, but you didn’t mind.

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taterjoseph · 5 years

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I'm Home, Mama Ch 7

Of all the ways that Ebony thought she would be spending her Monday afternoon, watching Nandi and Erik play basketball from the kitchen window while Shanice nursed a massive hangover was not one of the ways she figured she would be spending it.

“I have no idea what came over me,” Shanice groaned as she forced herself to eat a forkful of eggs. “I was supposed to ignore him, act like he wasn’t even there!” She winced at her own raised voice, swallowing thickly as she chewed the food in her mouth.

“You did make quite the impression on the ‘king of mothafuckin Wakanda’,” Ebony said, imitating her best friend from the night before. That only served to get a bigger groan from her, Ebony laughing lightly as she mentally went over the itinerary for the day.

It was Monday, and what was referred to as Nandi and Erik day, but this particular Monday was out of the question, and for a reason that she didn’t know whether she should lie to Erik about. At least one Monday out of the month, Ebony and Nandi made the drive to Stockton to visit the one person Erik always strictly told her he never wanted anything to do with. Ever.

His mother.

When they were teengers, Mama Kay managed to find out enough information for Erik to be able to visit his mother and she had been so cold to him, he never wanted to come back, and she didn’t want him to come back, actually taking him off of her visitor’s list. For so many years, she had been in prison and never had a single visitor, but after finding out when Nandi was going to be born, Ebony felt the urge to give it another go and it took several weeks before she broke down and agreed to see her. She remembered it almost as if it were yesterday.

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Masozi Jones was a hard woman to get a hold of, even though she had been in one place over twenty years. She did not take calls, she had an empty visitor’s list, and her mail was screened, but somehow, Ebony could tell her letters were reaching her.

Twenty-four and alone, Ebony didn’t have many women on her side to help her with her pregnancy other than her friends and Mama Kay, who had spoken against her decision several times. Despite it all, she knew that it would be different, coming to this place and seeing this woman. She just wanted someone on his side to know.

As she stared at the woman, she couldn’t help but be intimidated. She stood at an easy 5’10, her dark skin unblemished despite the two decades of hard time she was serving. Her eyes were light, hazel and warm, a surprising contrast to the deep, earthy tone of her skin and her dark aura, which made the younger woman’s flesh crawl. She parted her full lips, voice flowing like honey.

“You annoyed me all this time just to come here and stare at me?” She jumped at the sound, clearing her throat as she pulled her seat out and placed herself into it, the woman following her lead.

It was quiet between the two as she tried to muster up something to say to this woman, the grandmother of her future child, but she was drawn a blank. Before she could embarrass herself further, she blurted out the first thing that came to her head.

“I'm pregnant.”

The only sound that filled the air was that of the murmurs that surrounded them. Masozi didn't speak, simply stared at her, likely wondering what the hell she was even doing there. Her gaze seemed to bore into Ebony's very soul, leading her to believe that she was performing some sort of x ray on her very character, picking her apart bit by bit.

“He dont know.” She jumped at the sudden words coming out of the woman’s mouth. To say that she had been expecting to do all of the talking was an understatement. Shaking her head, she looked down at her hands, wringing them as she opened her mouth to speak.

“I haven’t seen Erik in a while. I've been trying to get in contact with him, but there has been some complications. I just,” she stopped, almost lost for words at the bizarre feeling that overcame her. “He joined the army, can you believe that? Of all the people that I thought would give up their freedom to be a slave to the government, his dumb ass is the one that decides to do it like he’s lost his fucking mind!” People stared at her and she felt her face heating up, clearing her throat and settling herself in her seat. Shaking her head, she apologized, adjusting herself in her seat.

“I don’t know much about my son, but if he’s anything like his Daddy, I don’t know how that’s going to end up.” She perked up at the thought of hearing about the legendary N'Jobu. Her father often spoke of him when she was younger, but once she became friends with Erik, she never heard him speak of him again. It was as if it were almost a taboo.

“Him, your Daddy, and Ray used to get into all types of trouble thinking that they were helping the community when they were just helping themselves feel better.” This was a completely new feeling, looking in the eyes of a woman who likely knew N’Jobu very well, not hearing all of the positive things that her father and others who grew up in Oakland had to say about him. She watched as the older woman looked down at her hands, running her fingers along the edges of her nails.

“They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and I know that his father had good, honest intentions, but somewhere along that very road, he lost sight of what he came to America to do in the first place. He became less of a man begging for change and deliverance to a people long forgotten about and he became just another roguish niga looking to kill the next person to survive. Once I began to wake up, it was too late and my fate was already sealed. When I saw Erik,” she started, her lip giving the tiniest of quivers, one that was barely noticeable. Clearing her throat and squaring her shoulders, she looked up at Ebony.

“When he came in here, head held high and fire in his yes, I saw N’Jobu all over again and I knew that eventually, he would end up in a place like this. I knew that he would get lost in this world, especially with no one to guide him to where he needed to be.” Ebony jumped as she quickly rose to her feet, calling for a guard and telling her that she was ready to return to her cell. Dumbfounded, she allowed a female guard to lead her to the door of the visitation area, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Eb!” She jumped at the sudden use of her name, her eyes refocusing to see Shanice staring at her with a confused look. Clearing her throat, she moved from one foot to the other, motioning for Shanice to continue with whatever she was talking about. Her friend didn't get the chance to say anything because the door burst open, revealing Erik, a frightened looking Nandi behind him.

“Ebony what the fuck is Nandi talking about, saying she going to see her Mama Sozi?!” She allowed her eyes to wander over to Nandi, who hovered behind him, looking absolutely terrified. Her slender frame was shaking, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. She bet if she was close enough to touch her, her heart would be beating a mile a minute. Shanice seemed to sense that an argument was about to happen, so she scooted away to the corner of the room, watching the situation warily.

“Come here, baby.” She chose to ignore him as she held her arms out, Nandi scurrying towards her and gluing herself to her side, holding on tight enough to cut off her circulation. Erik seemed to be fuming in the doorway, not used to being ignored probably. Sighing, she ran her hands through her daughter's hair, shushing her as she felt her tears soaking through her shirt. True to her thoughts, Nandi's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it through her clothes.

“Shh,” she whispered, rubbing comforting circles in the eight year old's back. By some miracle, Nandi managed to hold on tighter still, painfully pinching the skin of her stomach as she tried to separated her.

“Its okay baby, Erik's just upset, okay? He's not gonna hurt you, okay? Right Erik?” He didn't say anything to help his case, so she sent a glare his way, only to be met with his own. Instead, she decided to try and pull Nandi towards Erik, but the smaller child dug her heels into the floor, making a whimpering protest that she couldn't ignore for the life of her. Sighing and continuing to rub her daughter's back as Shanice approached Erik, grabbing him by the material of his tee shirt and pushing him through the doorway with much protest.

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“Bitch have you lost your fucking mind?!” Erik glared down at Shanice, but she stood her ground, crossing her hand under her chest. “I don't remember stuttering and you ain't deaf so what the fuck is yo problem?”

“What's the problem?! Ebony know how the fuck I feel about that shit and I gotta find out from Nandi that she buddy buddy with that bitch?!”

“Masozi in prison and she was more help than you was you bum ass bitch.”

“Man call me another bitch and see what-”

“BITCH!”

He balled his fists and she held her arms wide. “Yeah go ahead and hit me nigga. Go ahead!” He closed his eyes tight enough to hurt, trying his best to calm his breathing in front of her. No matter how long they had been apart, Shanice always managed to agitate the hell out of him.

“You sitting here with yo ass on your fucking shoulders and you fail to realize you done scared the shit out of my niece? You been a father a hot fifteen seconds and you already got her crying. What's next, huh?! She was afraid of you Erik, is that how you want your daughter to see you right now? Cause she really the only one that even like yo dumb ass!” He felt himself deflate at that.

Hey guys! I know, I haven't written anything in a while, and trust me, it's been torture, but I've been having a bit of temporary writers block. Iended up not having to have surgery, so that was something I was really happy to hear about, but my granddaddy died, so that's really had me down in the dumps. This is only part of this chapter, the full chapter will be posted on my ao3 account right here

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