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unstoppableforcce · 4 years

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CHAPTER FOUR: yellow dress

pairing: bounty hunter Poe Dameron x reader

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a/n: a little mini part that didn’t end up being that mini but I got so soft for them and oof ok I didn’t do as many read throughs as I normally do so I hope it’s okay :)))

The yellow dress was his favorite.

He didn’t know if it was because you always looked so happy when you were wearing it or if it was just because it was such a beautiful color in you, but it was his favorite by far. And when you came down the stairs that morning, shining like the radiant princess you were, he thought it was going to be a good day, he thought it had to be.

Looking at you now, collapsed behind the makeshift barricade he managed to set up at the doors to the cantina while you tended to the slashes that marred your legs, he wished it didn’t happen the way that it did. He wished that day was as good as it should have been...

Maybe he wouldn’t be getting you killed by the first order if that were the case.

As he knelt down next to you, his hand twitched, the memory of the way your hand felt in his as he walked along side you through the tropical heat coursing through him.

He hadn’t felt another hand in years, he kept his gloves on specifically to avoid it.

He knew it would never feel the way he wanted it to unless it was you, and he had decided that day, when he left you in tears, each one rolling off your cheeks and staining the breast of your perfect yellow dress, that he would never feel it again. And for years, he thought that was the right call.

Distancing himself from his work, from everyone in his life... he thought that was the only way to do it, to survive in this monstrous galaxy.

But his hand twitched.

It twitched, wanting to reach out, wanting to feel you again.

Did he deserve it? After everything he had done, after all the blood that riddled his hands, after leaving you that day...

Well, would he prefer to die without feeling it again...

BB-H8 came rolling in, confirming that the back exits and windows were secure and that they had maybe five minutes left until the forces were at the door.

“Five minutes.” He repeated to you with a sigh as he collapsed beside you, finally getting you to look up from where you tied the next bandage around your calf.

He still loved you, if he was being honest, he always had, he always would.

His fingers trembled as he reached for the glove on his opposite hand, beginning to wiggle its way off his hand, revealing skin, marred by scars over nearly every inch of it. There were a lot of things he couldn’t remember, a lot of things he blocked out, but he could never forget the last time he felt something nice, the last time he held you and the beautiful yellow dress.

And as he reached out towards you, he wondered if he deserved to know it again.

He didn’t mind dying, but he couldn’t stand the idea of you dying alongside him.

He just couldn’t stand it.

“I think I love you...”

There were birds cawing over head as you slipped out of your shoes nearly made you miss the words as they fell from his lips, but as he turned back to you, already out of his shoes and standing in the sand, he easily repeated it.

“I think I love you...”

The yellow dress was nothing compared to the brightness of your smile. “You think?”

“No, I guess I know that I do.”

You launched into his arms, stumbling him back into the sand, pressing your lips to his for maybe the hundredth time, but making it feel like the first time all over again. His scarless, bloodless hands grabbed your skin, your dress, every inch of you, to hold you close.

“Is this you saying the same—“

“Yes, Poe, I love you.”

Why did he have to go wandering where he wasn’t supposed to be?

He had just been so eager to find you after the guards stole you away, all he wanted was to watch the sunset with you and it was getting pretty close to the horizon now, the sky going pinker and pinker and he had to find you. He wanted to find you...

“I always thought that you had told him...” he heard you say through the towering palace door.

He didn’t know you were talking about him, he didn’t know what was happening inside, he thought it was just a meeting and he didn’t want to interrupt so he lingered.

When he heard Leia’s voice respond, he knew something was wrong.

He knew the two of you were talking about him.

“I didn’t know how, he was just a boy.” Leia sighed, “no boy deserves to hear his parents killed themselves.”

Leia said it was a casualty of war. He was eight years old. He didn’t understand, and he just couldn’t breathe.

“You say they killed themselves for the rebellion, for something bigger—“

You knew. You knew...

“He doesn’t need to know—“

That was when he ran. He didn’t mean to knock over the plant beside him, he wished he hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have followed, you would have just let him leave and it wouldn’t have had to break his heart to run from you and that yellow dress.

How could you know and never tell him, how could Leia, how could anyone...

He got the full story a couple years later, after he made the new Dameron name for himself as a bounty hunter. Leia hired him and he finally asked why...

Kes and Shara had been pinned down, in a cantina actually, not too unlike this one, with information that would end the war and they couldn’t let the empire get their hands on it. But as the only two people in the whole galaxy who had ever read it, after they destroyed the disk, they had to make sure it couldn’t be tortured out of them.

It was for the rebellion, Leia urged, like it made a difference.

He couldn’t fight for the resistance, he couldn’t fight with her or with you, he couldn’t support the thing that killed his parents, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t knowingly fight for a better world when there wasn’t one out there. The empire, the first order, what was the difference... there was no winning.

There were no more yellow dresses or smiles, there were scars and surviving.

Or at least that’s what he told himself to keep himself alive all these years.

But with death on the other side of the door and moving in fast, he wasn’t entirely convinced he even believed himself anymore.

And when you took his hand in yours for the first time since he ran away from you and the truth...

All he could see was you in that yellow dress, that smile, the beautiful skin under the sunlight, toes in the sand. He was a kid again when he felt your touch, he wasn’t this battle hardened bounty hunter with no first name and no sense of morality. And you weren’t the resistance spy who lost everything when the first order destroyed your planet, you were a princess in a yellow dress, splashing water in his face and telling him you loved him too.

“I can’t let you die here...”

You squeezed his hand, drawing him closer whether you meant to or not. “Poe, this isn’t your fault...”

“Doesn’t really matter now, does it?” He tried to smirk, but it fell on his face the second his eyes landed on yours again. “I can’t let you die here.”

You pulled your hand back, just to adjust where you sat, your leg bandages tightly holding your legs but the one on your shoulder falling as you turned to sit closer to him. Then your hand was back in his and he swore he would never let it go.

“I wanted to tell you.” The words burst out of you, seeming to use up all the strength you had left. “About your parents, when Leia told me that you didn’t know, I wanted to tell you.”

It had been so many years and it took coming to your deaths for the two of you to finally speak.

He didn’t care though, he’d wait a lifetime for you.

“But you ran away from me, from us, and the next time I saw you... you had become this façade of yourself and bounty hunter Dameron wasn’t the man I fell in love with. So I was mean, and sarcastic and stubborn because you were too, and I guess we both just got so good at it that we forgot what we used to be.” You continued, gripping his hand tighter and moving your other hand to the side of his face.

“I—“

“I didn’t want to be the princess and you didn’t want to be Poe, it’s not your fault and it’s not mine. We were both hurt and young and...”

For deathbed confessions, it nearly sounded like you had practiced.

And maybe you had. Maybe you spent every waking minute of every day that you didn’t spend on helping the resistance practicing what you’d say if you ever got the man you loved back. You could never have dinner in the palace with your family, or sit in the cove and watch the sunset, all of that taken away when first order destroyed your home. But you dreamed that one day you could have him back. Maybe that was why it always hurt to see him.

Maybe that was why you were holding him so tight now.

“But I’ve missed you.” You finally admitted, “and I don’t want to die here but I’m not an idiot either.”

“I’m going to get you out.” He fought but you just shook your head, a stray tear fighting down your face.

“Poe, I can’t be alive when they get here.”

You knew too much. You were Leia’s second in command, you knew everything there was to know about the resistance and you knew everything the first order wanted to know. That was why the bounty was so high. But what you were saying, what you were implying...

It brought him back to the palace, stood outside your meeting with Leia, hearing how his parents did the exact same thing.

The list of people he’s loved in life isn’t long, even shorter if don’t consider those that are dead, and he wasn’t making that list any shorter today or any day, he couldn’t lose you.

“You can get out of here, Poe—“

He shook his head, reaching up to hold your hand at his face and squeeze your other until his scarred knuckles went white. “I’m not letting you die.”

“The first order doesn’t know that you’re working with the resistance, you can kill me and get the bounty and they’ll spare you—“

“Are you out of your mind?” He shouted while you gingerly strokes a tear from his cheek, “that’s not going to happen.”

“Poe—“ you pleaded but he couldn’t hear it anymore.

“No. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“I can’t be alive when they get here, Poe, please, you know—“

“I came here to save you and that’s what I have to do—“

You reached up into his curls and pulled his face down to yours, smothering his lips with yours before he had a chance to finish his sentence.

He didn’t feel like it was your first kiss again, he felt the weight of everything between the two of you pushing the both of you together, holding you in close as he pressed his lips to yours. And as your tears mixed on your cheeks, he felt his heart breaking over and over again, the yellow fabric melting away into the bloodied pants and cut up shirt you wore.

The princess he loved wasn’t gone, nor was the boy you loved.

The two of you had grown into who you were now, but the spark was still there, the burn in his chest that made even this icy tundra feel like Mustafar was still there.

There was no more yellow dress, there was just you.

And he had to get you out of there.

“I’m not letting you die.” He repeated, his lips ghosting over yours as his hand found the back of your neck to keep you close, “I can’t.”

“You may not have a choice.”

“I think, for the first time in a long time, I do...”

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iliketowrite1996 · 6 years

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Burn for Burn part 3

TRIGGER WARNING- MILD VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, CRUEL INTENTIONS, FLASHBACKS TO BAD MEMORIES

I had to change a lot of things. I have never written a story like this but I’ve decided to take more chances with my art and go for it. You can’t get better if you do not try. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Good intentions are nice.They show that someone plans to do the right thing, the beneficial thing.

However, they can often lead to disaster, and T’Challa knows this all too well.

It’s why he is grateful that his baba had a secret garden of heart-shaped herbs, should anything happen like the unfortunate Erik Killmonger/N’Jadaka incident.

It’s why he’s grateful that he gave

Somehow, though, it still surprises him that Nisa, yes, that Nisa, turns out to be the liar and cheat and snake that she was all those many years ago.

‘’You just had to save your precious wife, didn’t you,’’ Nisa laughs bitterly, standing over the king who is now weak from his efforts, ‘’You’re nothing without that necklace. No suit. No powers. What are you when the strength of the Black Panther has been stripped away?’’

‘’Leave him alone,’’ you sputter out before you’re sent into another coughing fit.

‘’Quiet, you.’’ she snaps, turning her hatred over to you.

You can’t remember the last time that you were in the palace instead of in this freezing cold chambers that have been housing her and her husband these last few days.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn't speak that way to the queen of Wakanda. Or should I say former queen,’’ she shakes her head, ‘’You were all so naïve. T'Challa, did you really think I’d changed?’’

T’Challa is kicking himself for seeing the best in her, or letting her stay in that palace. He's grateful that Shuri and Ramonda are away. He’d hate for them to be here for this.

It’s been at least a week since he was lured away from the castle under the pretense that his wife was in danger.

It’s been at least a week since Nisa lured you away from the palace, talking you that maybe if you took a walk with her, it’d work. And ‘d foolishly you had agree, willing to try anything to relieve the nausea. You’d gone with a member of the Dora Milaje that Okoye had trained herself. But told her that it was fine to turn back halfway.

That’s how you ended up here, lying on a cold, hard ground in a dark chamber and wondering why you’d done that in the first place.

‘’It has been a week and you have yet to tell us what you are doing here with us,’’ M’Baku hisses, the strong man looking and feeling every bit as afraid as you all ar.

Let’s be clear- you’ve no idea where you are, but you’ve a faint idea of how long you've been there. You know Nisa is connected to this, obviously,but you can not shake the feeling that something greater, a greater danger, is lurking over your heads as you speak.

And the children… you haven’t seen Adanya, Ado, Abioye, Nyala, Abimbola, or Afia in a week. It’s been seven days of worrying about your six children, though i doubt that Nisa would do a thing to harm Nyala.

‘’You all seem so weak,’’ she sniffs, ‘’Evan your Dora Milaje can’t protect yo. Smart move sending Okoye and Ayo off with Queen Mother and Shuri last week, T’Challa. Some kind you are. Couldn’t keep your own dad safe, couldn’t keep your own children safe.’’

‘’You leave them alone,’’ T’Challa bits from his spot, wincing when the metal restraints dig into his skin.

‘’Oh, what will you do if i don’t? Come at me with your black spandex and claws? I’m shaking,’’ she deadpans, ‘’You’ve not changed at all, have you?’’

She walks around to you then, kneeling so she’s closer to your face, ‘’I see his hero complex finally rubbed off on you. Honestly, you are just as stupid as T’Challa is. Did you really think that I’d ever help you? I don’t like you. We’re not friends.’’

‘’But..,’’ you try to push yourself onto your knees, but you find that your strength is failing, ‘’I… I thought…’’

‘’I had t o get in good with you in order for Nyala and I to be able to stay at the palace. T'Challa would never have let me stay in the palace if it wasn't for you. Yes, okay. I did have some issues to work through and I did. But, please, everything I do is for Nyala. Which is why I worked on myself… but it’s also why I lied.’’

‘’You are going to have to be more specific,’’ T’Challa huffs out, ‘’You have lied about everything thus far.’’

‘’Okay, you want a dose of the truth? Think you can handle it? Fine, T’Challa. There's a good chance that Nyala isn’t actually your daughter.’’

Nisa

Nisa knows how to get what she wants. After all, that’s what she’s done her whole life- gotten what she wanted. She’s attractive and cunning. Men fall at her feet for her beauty while simultaneously worshiping her for her mind, praising her for the way that she thinks/

So when she fell back into bed with T’Challa, she got what she wanted- a good couple of nights and something that had previously been oly yours for fifteen years- T’Challa.

When she discovered that she was pregnant, she knew that there was a strong possibility that it could be T’Challa’s baby. After all, they had been spending a lot of time together. So, it was no surprise that she thought he or she would be T’Challa’s kid.

That is, until she did the math. She was a month too far along for ti to be T’Challa’s, especially considering that many of the last times they met up involved him venting and feeling frustrated and angry and lost over losing you. So that meant that the child could only belong to her one night stand from her stay in New York/

That one night stand? None other than N Jadaka Udaku, otherwise known as Erik Killmonger.

It was simple,really. He left his umber with her, assuming she’d hook up with him again. The surprise quickly turned to joyfulness when she called him to tell him that she was pregnant, that it was his, that she wanted to know whether or not he planned to be involved so that she could get things in order in time for the baby’s arrival.

His elation was for an entirely different reason than her own and she’d come to know that closer to the child’s third birthday.

Nisa was overjoyed when Nyala was born. That girl is her whole world and she’d do anything for her. She saw Nyala as a new start. And she was- everything that Nisa did after Nyala was born was carefully calculated with her daughter in mind.

Which is why she agreed to team up with Erik. He knew that T’Challa would do the right thing, take responsibility for a child that he thought was his, and allow her and her mother to move in to the palace.

That was step one.

Erik knows T’Challa truly tries to see the best in a situation, but that t he would never put his own will over yours. So, Nisa would have to get in good weight you, gain your trust, become friends with you, whatever. That part provided to be a challenge because she shares the same animosity towards you that you do towards her and it was extraordinarily evident ten years.She learned, though, and she got it together.

Step two.

‘’Step three is in phase now,’’ she explains with a smug face, watching M’Baku, T’Challa, and you look at her with wide eyes, ‘’Erik is going to challenge Adanya to another challenge for the throne. Since he overthrew you, technically, because you’re obviously here, he’s king. He can challenge her and he’ll obviously beat Adanya. She couldn't even beat T’Challa! That, or she’ll decline. He'll Be king then. It’s a win-win, for us. Nyala gets to become queen when Erik is done and her future is secure.’’

It’s a twisted plan and she knows it. But Erik’s words are like butter and they’re smooth and delicious and she wants nothing more than to hear then for the rest of her life. Maybe he did this in a selfish attempt to get the throne, but she doesn't care. He wouldn't do anything to harm Nyala. This is all for her, too.

And, well, that’s good enough for Nisa right now.

It has to be.

Because no one can see her resolve wavering, but it is. She’s regretting this but she isn’t backing down. She’s doing this for Nyala, not for Erik, no matter how much she may love him.

That’s the broke record that’s been repairing itself over and over again her mind, like the record is dirty and that’s the only part of the song that is meant to fill her ears.

So, yes, her resolve and commitment to do this to your family is wavering.

But not her commitment to Nyala.

No. Never her commitment to Nyala.

T’Challa

For the first time in his life, T'Challa truly feel like he’s lost.

No, scratch that. He has not felt this way bin years, because he sees no hope. With you, in your relationship, there was always hope, no matter how small of an amount it was.

That monster, a man who is meant to be his cousin, is in his castle with his children, and he’s not seen them in a week. If Erik is still as hungry for power, rebellion and change as he was before, this can’t be good.

But he is a king in many ways, so he knows how to keep a tough demeanor. M’baku is too, but he is so obviously worried about his own son,Jelani,and the fate of the Jabari Tribe.

‘’Everything's going to be okay,’’ T’Challa hears you breathe out, his brown eyes looking up to meet yours, ‘’I know it.’’

‘’Things look pretty bleak right now, my love.’’

‘’I know that they do,husband,’’ you look at him. ‘’But opportunities bring new things, right? Even bad ones.’’

You rub your stomach absentmindedly, grateful that you didn’t tell him that you are, indeed, expecting another child.

He doesn’t need that right now, and you won’t say anything until Nisa puts the child in immediate danger.

‘’We’ve made it out before, haven’t we? We will do it again. Adanya will do something,’’you say quietly as Nisa is out of range,seemingly lost in her own thoughts, ‘’We will.’’

‘’Quiet down,’’ Nisa snaps then, turning towards you with a look of pure hatred in her eyes, ‘’You can not speak. Sooner or later, I will be your queen.’’

What Nisa does not notice is the look that T’Challa gives you as he whispers to you, words that are meant to comfort himself and M’Baku just as much as they are meant to comfort you.

‘’You are right. Adanya is smart and strong and capable. She will think of something,’’ he agrees and he can see the slight ignition of hope in M'Baku eyes as he says this.

His faith is wavering and he’s just silently praying to Bast that this is true.

Because he can’t handle the thought of something happening to six of the people he loves more than anything else in this world.

He is strong, but not even vibranium can protect his heart from splitting apart at the seams at even just the thought of that.

He just can’t do it.

Erik

This is everything he’s ever wanted. He has the throne, he has a beautiful family, he has the power to do whatever he would like to do and he intends to use it.

Getting back to the throne has been his main goal since he first woke up from the deep sleep that he was in.

See, T'Challa's is far too trusting. Erik knew this. He knew that even if he lost Challenge Day, he’d still have some way to make it back to the throne. Because T’Challa? He’s so wrapped up in doing the right thing that it gets in the way sometimes.

That’s why Erik didn’t let him save him that day on the cliff. He knew that he’d have an eye on him at all time, probably even assign a Dora Milaje to him at all times just to make sure that he wasn’t about to fight for the throne.

Again.

Erik Stevenson, aka N’Jadaka Udaku is never without a plan, though, and he is never without the right people around him to help him.

How cruel would Erik really be to throw even more salt in a wound that barely healed? Could he be that cruel?

Cruel is secondary to him. Actually, no. It’s something he doesn’t have to think about, like breathing or walking. It’s as easy as putting one foot in front of the other and it gets him to where he needs to be.

‘’My king,’’ the man who has not seen the inside of these palace walls in years strolls in, cocky smile prominent and head held high, ‘’Everything is going to plan. T’Challa and his wife?’’

‘’Nisa’s taking care of that. Give it some time. He’ll give up the throne to get back to his kids,’’ Erik shakes his and chuckles scathingly, ‘’We’ve got it this time. It’s secured, man.’’

Erik is no stranger to stabbing someone in the back. He’s no stranger to using those closest to a person to do so. He threw his own cousin off of a cliff for goodness sake. Nisa, the man he is currently talking to… even Nyala. He knows how to twist and turn the truth to his liking.

The next person that needs to watch out?

Precious Princess Adanya of Wakanda.

Did anyone think that he wouldn’t really take a chance to get to the throne? Any chance at all.

‘’When do we follow through on the next stage of the plan?’’

‘’Patience, man. We’ll get there. Just follow my lead.’’

The man that Erik is currently speaking to is the same man who literally sold T’Challa out nearly thirty years ago.

The man who you leave out when telling stories toy for children about the past of Wakanda. The man who is now back and ruining your life more than ever.

The same man who offered to bury Erik, but secretly kept him alive, housing him and keeping him off of the radar and outside of Wakanda.

The same man who has been hatching this plan with Erik, waiting for the moment and the right time and the right people to make it all fall into place.

The man who was once like a brother to T’Challa.

‘’I trust that we are continuing with the plan as we discussed.’’

‘’W’Kabi, man, stop worrying. Just leave everything to me. T’Challa and his clown of a wife will break any day now. Who we need to start breaking down is the princess.’’

And that’s exactly what he begins to do.

Adanya

They say that time flies when you are having fun.

When you are bored or otherwise occupied with things that, ahem, less fun, you find yourself willing the minute hand on the clock to move faster, watching the time drift along slowly.

It has been a month since she has seen her parents.

It’s been a month since Nisa started delivering status reports that do very little to make her feel safe and calm, just provide a temporary rush of relief that comes from knowing that they are safe.

It has been a month since, with sadness in her eyes, Kya began to take orders from the new king of Wakanda.

It has been a month since Adanya began wishing that Ramonda and Shuri weren’t on a retreat away from their phones and kimoyo beads, having finished up their business trip and deciding to take a breather from Wakanda and their duties for a short while.

She wishes that Okoye and Ayo were not on that retreat as well, that there was same way to reach them.

It’s been a month since Ado and Adanya realized they had to mature and look out for Abioye, Abimbola and Afia the way that their parents would want them too.

It’s been a month since her siblings and her have been basically confined to this part of the castle, not allowed to leave without a member of the Dora Milaje hot on their trail. Adanya suggested moving her nsiblings into her room with her, that way she could keep an eye on them as needed

‘’What are we going to do,’’ Ado asks her, looking at the wall and memorizing the patterns of gold in the white wall.

He’s done this several times already, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

Let go of the frustration.

Breathe in the calmness.

Let go of the fear.

Breathe in the determination that is in his, Adanya, Abioye, Abimbola, and Afia’s blood.

Breathe in a way to take back the throne, to take back Wakanda.

In a lot of ways, Ado is like her partner in crime. He’s the sibling closest to ehr in age and he’s been helping her keep things together. The younger children- Abioye, Abimbola and Afia, are terrified, and rightfully so. Nyala has even spending a lot of time with Erik who, apparently, is her real dad.

Because the Udaku family has not been through enough have they?

She is twenty-one, she is tired and she is afraid of the monster that sits on the throne as she speaks.

‘’I don’t know.’’

Adanya sighs, closing her eyes and running a hand over her dark curls, ‘’Ado… I… I do not know.’’

For the first time in a long time, her baba is not here to guide her. Even when he was not in Wakanda he could be reached. Now, she has no idea where Nisa is holding him, and that for some reason Erik wants him to stay alive.

All she knows is that her world has flipped upside down, and she’s trying to keep a good head on her shoulders and remain strong for her younger siblings.

Afia is currently sitting across from her two oldest siblings playing with her dolls and remaining oblivious to the way that her world has shifted. As far as she knows, mommy and daddy are on vacation and will be back soon.

Abioye is looking out of the window, watching the world spin around him as he struggles to make sense of everything that has been occuring in his life lately.

Abimbola has been mostly silent,. Withdrawing and staying to himself and immersing himself in Kannada literature the same way that she did when her parents were dealing with their divorce and the Nyala/Nisa/T’Challa-you-are-the-dad drama.

‘’We’ve got to think of something,’’ Ado hisses, ‘’For them.’’

Adanya has had a large part in helping raise her youngest siblings just because they spend so much time with her. She likes teaching them new things and such, and she knows that they look up to her.

She may not be the future queen of Wakanda anymore,but she knows that she needs to be there for her brothers and sister.

‘’I don’t want to alarm you Adanya,’’ Ado swallows thickly, placing his hand on his sister’s shoulder, ‘’But I heard N’Jdaka and Nisa and W’Kabi talking.’’

‘’About’’ she looks over at him, the weariness evidence in her soft facial expressions.

‘’They… Adanya, you are not safe here. If anything, you and I need to come up with a plan to get you out of here. We can do that and I’ll figure something out. But they know that then throne should rightfully be yours and they are not taking any chances,’’ he tells her.

‘’So,’’ she shakes her head ruefully, the bitter taste of hatred for these three people burning the inside of her mouth with its pungent flavor., ‘’They've been planning this all along.’’

‘’They have,’’ Ado spits in distaste for the man who sits on the thorne, the man that does not know the first thing about being a good king, ‘’So we have to figure something out.’’

There are moments where you come to a crossroad, and you have to decide which path to go down. On one hand, Adanya could leave now and trust Ado to keep their siblings safe. She knows that’s the smart decision, in all honesty. Because the she could get help from someone that knows her baba and take care of things.

But she is Adanya Udaku, and she is T’Challa’s child, and she's never been one to not put up a fight when necessary.

‘’Well, brother, I know exactly what we are going to do.’’

She stands than, striving towards her dresser drawer with the last shred of confidence in hope that is in her.

She takes out the necklace that her dad had given her, the one that is very similar to what Shuri designed him so many years ago.

‘’Brother, we are going to take back Wakanda.’’

She puts the necklace on and her brother stands in alertness, ready to take back what is theirs.

‘’Wakanda Forever,’’ he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

It’s a greeting and a solute that they learned when they were very young, but more importantly, it’s a promise.

It’s a promise that Wakanda will not fall victim to someone who wants to sue it for hate, to someone who can not see the true majesty of this beautiful land and use it to help the world, not destroy it.

‘’Wakanda Forever.’’

In this moment, it also a promise between two siblings- something that says, ‘’Count me in. I’ve got your back.’’

In this moment, Ado is on her side. And if he is her only ally, it is good enough.

He is Ado, son of T’Challa.

She is Adanya Udaku, daughter of T’Challa and future queen of Wakanda.

She is smart.

She is beautiful.

She is strong.

She is brave.

She is her baba’s child.

And she’s not giving up without a fight this time either.

Because enough is enough

So, there we have it. W’Kabi is the culprit once again, helping Erik. Adanya is ready to fight back.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS OR THEIR FICTIONAL WORLDS MENTIONED- I OWN THE CHARACTERS OF CHANE, IFE, JELANI, KYA

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