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Troubled Waters Finale

Author’s note at the end. Enjoy! 😘

Word Count: 7,281

CW: smut

In her dream, Nia settled onto the riverbank and watched a distantly familiar little girl with wing-shaped scars on her back meet a lonely prince.

“Can I swim with you?” the girl asked, and Nia noticed the boy’s face light up.

“Sure, but...where did you come from?” He asked, his head swiveling around to look for some sign of her entry. “You just sort of came out of nowhere.”

“My ubaba says I’m sneaky like that.” The girl shrugged and skillfully changed the subject. “Want to play tag?”

The boy responded with a vigorous nod, his missing front teeth on full display as he grinned from ear to ear.

“You’re it!” he yelled and swam away as fast as he could.

Nia couldn’t help the lazy smile on her lips as she watched her younger self shimmy out of her romper and jump into the water with a splash.

A rustling to Nia’s left pulled her attention away from the memory, and Bast emerged from the brush. The goddess looked healthy in her full panther form with gold hoop earrings decorating her ears and a usekh around her neck that matched Nia’s.

“Simpler times,” sighed Bast as she padded over and joined Nia on the riverbank.

“Much simpler,” Nia agreed with a melancholy nod before carefully examining her ancestor’s appearance. “You look well.”

Bast bared her sharp teeth in a smile that would appear menacing if not for the goddess’ comforting aura.

“I feel better now. Maybe even better than I did before this whole debacle.”

Nia was happy to see Bast in such high spirits, but she felt her gut twist at what she knew was to come.

“I’m glad,” she squeaked around the lump forming in her throat, making Bast regard her with gentle eyes.

“It is bittersweet; I know.”

“How much time do we have left with them?”

“Until the end of the week.”

Nia sighed and let her gaze drift back to the younger versions of herself and T’Challa. She was explaining her scars to him, and Nia noticed that even then, he looked at her like she was the sun.

“Did you have anything to do with this?”

“You two meeting?”

Nia nodded, and Bast continued, “No, this was all destiny, the universe, whatever you want to call it.”

“Hm. But the time after that?”

“Yes, I did that. I did not know what you two would become, but I knew I needed you on the same team.”

“We’re a good team.”

“That you are,” Bast chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Love is funny, dear.”

Nia thought about it for a moment, and a smirk appeared on her lips after a while. Love is funny. She would have never believed that she’d end up falling in love with the boy from the river that abandoned her for all those years, yet here she was, so in love with him that her subconscious felt like replaying the day they met.

Bast and Nia silently watched the children splash around in the water until their playtime was cut short by T’Chaka calling for his son.

“I should get going, as well,” Bast said, standing on all fours and stretching out her limbs and spine. “Plenty of work to do back home.”

“How is Sekhmet doing?”

“She is stubborn,” Bast groaned. “But I am patient.”

“You’re a dutiful sister.”

Bast smiled warmly and rubbed her large head against Nia’s shoulder.

“Be well, Nia.”

Those words echoed through Nia’s head as she blinked her eyes open and focused them on T’Challa’s smooth brown chest. Her fingertips traced the curly hairs concentrated in the center, and she felt his breathing change.

“Sawubona, baby.”

“Mholo, sithandwa,” he grumbled with his morning rasp, placing a kiss on her eager lips.

“I spoke to Bast last night in my dream.”

“What did she say?” he asked, his hand already kneading her ass for their usual morning lovemaking.

“She’s doing better.”

T’Challa stopped playing with her cheeks and tipped her chin to look up at him.

“You don’t sound happy about that.”

“We only have until the end of the week, then umama and Sego and Oma… everyone has to go back,” Nia’s voice cracked, and a tear escaped her eye that T’Challa quickly wiped away.

As if Nia’s tears were a beacon in the sky, Ithunzi hopped up to comfort her. She crept up Nia’s body and nuzzled her head into the curve of her waist as Nia and T’Challa reached out to pet the intuitive feline.

“We knew this was coming, love. They gave us a whole month.”

“I know, but it still sucks,” Nia pouted.

T’Challa used his free hand to rub her back for a few minutes until an idea came to him that he thought might make the situation a little better.

“Let’s throw a goodbye party for the Returned.”

Nia’s face pinched together.

“You want to throw a party-”

“Yes, it could be a celebration of their lives and our time together. Make it as big or as small as you want, invite the entire country, both realms.”

“I don’t know if we even have enough time to plan something like that.”

“Are you kidding? Mama could have it put together by this evening if you wanted.”

Nia laughed at the truth behind his words, and Ithunzi’s ears perked up.

“Ok, I like the idea. Let’s bring it up in the council meeting.”

“It might soften the blow.”

“Here’s hoping.”

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Ever since Nia became queen, every council meeting had been a packed house. The usual inhabitants were there as always, but Nia and her magic realm council, composed of representatives of various magical species, nearly filled up the expansive room.

As had become the norm, Nia and T’Challa presided over the meeting together, each deferring to the other on matters concerning the realm they ruled. Most of the meeting had been about reconstruction efforts on both sides, but as time trudged on, Nia felt a pit growing in her stomach. She wasn’t looking forward to making the announcement about the Returned, and the council responded the exact way she had hoped to avoid.

“What do you mean one week?!” exclaimed an elder obayifo.

Umi of the Merchant tribe piped up next, “That is not enough time!”

“Elder Umi-”

“My daughter,” her voice cracked. “I am not ready to lose her again.”

“Umi,” Ramonda spoke up, placing a hand on the elder’s shoulder, “there is nothing we can do.”

“Bast has already given us this past month; her warning me a week in advance was a courtesy,” Nia added.

“But Nia-”

“Queen Nia,” T’Challa reminded M’Kathu with a stern glance, his hands placed neatly behind his back as he stood like a sentinel at Nia’s side.

“Queen Nia, excuse me. The people will not react kindly to this news.”

Nia looked up from her spot on T’Challa’s throne and met his gaze.

“We actually have an idea that might ease the transition.”

“A celebration,” T’Challa joined in. “We could combine the food, music, and traditions of both realms… make it one big festival.”

The council members nodded amongst themselves before an elder aziza spoke up from his perch.

“We could observe the day every year,” he suggested.

“I like that idea,” Nia agreed. “We’ll need time to grieve collectively.”

“Mama, would you work with whoever of your choosing to bring this to fruition by the end of the week?”

“Of course,” Ramonda answered before turning to Amare and Celeste, who had become Nia’s advisors in the few weeks she’s acted as queen, and she asked them to join her. Naturally, they agreed enthusiastically.

“Any more comments or concerns?” Nia asked, surveying the room with a soft yet firm glare.

“Indlovukazi Nia, if I may?” said a voice from the far left, and Nia craned her neck around T’Challa to see the koolakamba that spoke.

“You may, Jamila.”

“Well, although the past four weeks have been interesting, some of us have concerns about where you will be located.”

“I meant about the festival, but continue.”

“As you know, your palace is still empty-”

“I won’t be ruling from Asha’s palace.”

All eyes turned on Nia.

“With all due respect, you cannot expect to continue using your boyfriend’s palace-”

“I’m aware of that, thank you,” Nia quipped before T’Challa could interject. “I won’t be ruling from here, either. I will be remodeling my home in the coming months with Princess Shuri’s help.”

Nia looked at the princess, and they shared a smile.

“I guess now is as good a time as any,” Shuri said before turning to address the council. “I have started working on something exciting that could make travel between the realms more accessible.”

“But how? Only aziza can travel between the realms,” stated a very proud older aziza with graying braids and majestic yellow wings that fluttered when he spoke.

“Magically, yes, but I essentially scienced the magic. Nia popped back and forth, collecting atmospheric specimens for me to study. What we came up with is sort of an inter-realm portal system.”

“Queen Nia, you wish to do what with these portals?” asked Mandla from his post by the window.

“T’Challa and I both have decided to repair the realms but keep them open. These portals will allow us to travel from Birnin Umlingo to any province and from any province to Birnin Umlingo. Humans may come over to the magic realm if they please, just as magic beings will be free to roam the human realm.”

The room was surprisingly quiet… they had expected some pushback.

“Nobody has anything to say about that?”

“How long until the portals are installed?” M’Baku asked, and several council members nodded along.

“I can’t say for sure… another month or two?” Shuri shrugged, but even though she wasn’t too sure, her answer was good enough for the council.

“Any other questions?” T’Challa asked. When nobody responded, he continued, “We will reconvene next week. I hope to see you all at the festival. You are dismissed.”

The council members saluted their king and queen, and they returned the gesture. One by one, they filed out of the throne room until Nia and T’Challa were its only inhabitants. Nia gazed up at T’Challa as he stared ahead pensively, but instead of meeting her eyes, he turned and walked towards the windows that overlooked the shining skyline of Birnin Zana.

Nia followed him, first with her eyes tracking his shoulders as they swayed with the dip in his walk, then with her body creeping up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his broad back.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

T’Challa was quiet for a moment, but Nia knew him well enough to know that it sometimes took him a minute to get his thoughts together when he was upset.

“You don’t want to stay in the palace. With me.”

Nia smirked as she unwrapped her arms and circled around to stand in front of him.

“I didn’t tell you about the best part of the remodel.”

T’Challa looked down at her with a frown on his face, and his bottom lip unintentionally poked out. Nia couldn’t help but kiss it.

“I want a private portal that just goes from your bedroom to mine… and maybe if you want, we could even build our own space in there.”

“Our own private realm?”

“Exactly. Just us… and Ithunzi because we’d never hear the end of her whining if we kept her out.”

“Of course.” T’Challa’s face softened, and he cracked a tiny smile in the corner of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed Nia’s hips, pulling them closer to his and trailing his large palms around to her ass.

“So, you like that idea or no-”

T’Challa pressed his lips to Nia’s mid-sentence, and she giggled into the kiss.

“I love it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” T’Challa chuckled and pressed his kimoyo beads, activating the privacy shield on the windows.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re mad,” Nia teased, and T’Challa sucked his teeth, looking away bashfully.

“I wasn’t mad; I was-”

“Upset, angry, pissed off-”

T’Challa backed Nia into the window and started tickling her sides, making her screech and cackle as she squirmed to get away from him.

“Are you going to let me finish?” T’Challa taunted her.

“Yes! St-stop, T’Challa!”

He stilled his movements and grabbed her ass hard enough to separate her cheeks.

“Make me.”

Nia felt a fire ignite in her loins with his words and noticed his eyes reflected that same hunger. She held his gaze while she moved his hand to her lips, wrapping her tongue around two of his fingers and taking them down her throat. When she pulled off, she led his hand down between her legs. The slit in her dress on the left side made for easy access to her treasure trove, and she guided his fingers across her bare pussy, tittering as she watched him register that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

T’Challa’s fingers explored her folds until her sticky goodness erupted all over his hand, but Nia held him in place and continued to grind her clit into his palm as she heaved lustful breaths into his open mouth.

He grinded his hips forward, and she felt his dick against her thigh, solid as a rock and ready for her. The whimper that escaped her lips made T’Challa moan as her walls contracted around his fingers once more.

“Fuck me, baby,” Nia whimpered again as her body shook with aftershocks from her orgasm.

“Mmm, show me how you want it. Get in position.”

Nia allowed his hand to leave her depths and turned around towards the glistening city, poking her ass out as she lifted her dress up so that he could see all she had to offer. Seconds later, she was filled to the brim with T’Challa’s girth, and she cried out as his hips took no mercy on her.

He knew what she liked. Whenever Nia wanted it from the back, she wanted him to be rough with her. She wanted stinging slaps to her behind, and that’s what she got. She wanted dirty words and hair-pulling and bruises, so T’Challa more than delivered.

T’Challa was climbing towards his third climax when he decided to finally allow Nia to cum after teasing her for several rounds. Despite her earlier orgasms when he fingered her, his denying her orgasm for so long led to an explosion of expletives and fluids from them both.

They stood there panting, fogging up the window Nia was pressed up against for a while until T’Challa pulled his finally flaccid dick from her body.

“So, what will you do with Asha’s palace?” T’Challa asked while they straightened themselves back up.

“Well, first, it needs to be cleansed. It just feels so… ick,” Nia shuddered. “Then, I’m not sure. Maybe repurpose it somehow. I could turn it into a museum or maybe even an embassy or something for humans that visit the magic realm. I haven’t thought too much about it, honestly.”

“You have time.”

T’Challa kissed her forehead before his beads trilled with a notification on his wrist.

“Busy afternoon?”

“Sadly, yes,” T’Challa sighed. “I have been neglecting my duties to the Avengers these past few months, and they are getting impatient. I have a holo-meeting with them soon.”

“You have fun with that.”

“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time.”

“You better.”

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Amare made Celeste’s favorite meal for their final night together. Even though she couldn’t eat the fragrant seafood gumbo, she appreciated watching her loved ones enjoy her food. During her time in Wakanda, Amare had ensured that Celeste taught him her recipes that he had missed so much over the years. They spent hours in the kitchen together, either in his baobab tree or their palace suite, cranking out dish after dish until Amare got them right.

Over the months since the Returned arrived, Nia watched her ubaba come alive in ways she’d never imagined. He had always tried to remain strong for her, but despite his mask, his grief over Celeste was always pinned to his chest. For the first time in her entire life, Nia felt like he was truly happy. Seeing him glow when Celeste attempted to kiss him or the way his eyes softened when she called his name filled Nia with a sense of completion that she never realized she lacked.

It wasn’t all because of Amare’s happiness; it was her own, as well. Nia no longer had to wonder what her umama’s laugh sounded like, and that kept her grounded when thoughts of their impending separation made her want to crumble. T’Challa was there for her in those moments, holding her and reassuring her that Celeste would never be too far out of her reach no matter what realm held her soul. Having the usekh helped, too, since she’d still be able to feel Celeste’s presence when she wore it.

“Best of My Love” by The Emotions bounced off every wall in Amare’s baobab tree and blared out into the stillness of the night through the open windows. Every now and then, he would look up from the pot of gumbo and smile at Nia, Celeste, and Amita as they danced around the living room. He still couldn’t believe that Nia and Celeste looked so much like twins, even though Nia was technically older than her mother.

Off to the side of the living room, Sego questioned Oma about what to expect from the realm of the dead, but her cryptic answers weren’t doing much to ease his nerves about the transition. He had spent the past month trying to avoid thinking about his death, but he couldn’t outrun it forever. The problem was that usually, people don’t know when that day is coming for them. However, Sego knew he only had one more day, and it was eating at him.

“Ngaphandle!” Amare fussed, banishing Ithunzi from the kitchen. The curious feline had spent most of the night trying to trip Amare and make him spill some food for her, and he’d finally tired of stepping around her.

Ithunzi sulked out of the kitchen, but her mood instantly brightened when she caught sight of Nia’s smile. The growing cub sauntered over and jumped into Nia’s arms, resting on her hip while she moved to the beat.

“My grandchild knows good music,” Celeste said, and Nia snorted.

“She is not your grandchild, umama.”

“I won’t be here to see my actual grandchildren, so let me claim her.”

Nia suddenly remembered the reason for their gathering and felt her gut twist. It wasn’t just a nice dinner with family and friends. It was a goodbye. The wave of sadness that crashed into Nia’s body made her stop dancing and tense up.

“You ok, baby girl?” Celeste asked.

Nia’s eyes welled up with tears, and she bit her lip as she felt a cool tingling on her face when Celeste reached to wipe away her tears. Ithunzi nuzzled into her shoulder to make her feel better, but Nia was able to hold herself together.

“I’m ok,” she said with an unconvincing nod.

Celeste didn’t want to pry because she knew what was bothering Nia. It was bothering her, too. She cherished the past several months she got to spend with her love again, but above all, Celeste was already missing her daughter. She looked up and locked eyes with Amare in the kitchen, and she noticed his face had turned sad with Nia’s. Every second that ticked by took him closer to losing a piece of himself again, and as much as he realized how blessed he was to have her back in his life for a short while, Amare wanted nothing more than for Celeste to stay longer. With him. With them.

“Dinner’s ready,” Amare broke the awkward silence, his voice missing the playfulness that it had earlier that day.

They all filed to the kitchen and took their seats around Amare’s circular table. Celeste sat between Amare and Nia, and Sego sat on Nia’s other side next to Amita. Oma filled out the table sitting between Amita and Amare.

“Smells amazing,” Sego nearly growled.

“Ngiyabonga, Sego,” Amare chuckled at his enthusiasm.

“What is it?” Amita asked, her mouth already drooling.

“It’s called gumbo.”

“It was my great grandma’s recipe,” Celeste added proudly. “Grandaddy used to make it for us all the time.”

The warmth of the gumbo spread to their spirits as Nia, Amare, and Amita delighted in the food. As time went on, Nia and Amare felt more at ease with the day ahead. They ate as if it were a typical meal and not a goodbye, with chatter flying across the table while the living finished stuffing their faces with the spicy seafood dish.

“So, Nia, it has been a month now. How are you adjusting to your new title?” Oma asked.

Nia sat back and rubbed her stomach as if it would help her food digest quicker while she thought about Oma’s question.

“It still doesn’t feel real. Maybe it will once we finish the remodel, but I feel so busy all the time. I know it won’t always be like this because we’re still trying to fix what Asha and Sekhmet broke, but I could do without so many council meetings.”

Amare and Celeste laughed.

“Have there been any dissenters?”

“The people respect Nia’s bloodline and Bast’s word. We haven’t heard any rumblings.”

“That’s good. Kind of hard to argue with a goddess’ wishes,” said Amita.

“I still can’t believe you’re the queen,” Sego teased, nudging Nia’s shoulder.

“Neither can I some days. T’Challa’s been a big help-”

“I bet he has,” Amita mumbled, making Sego chuckle.

“I’m serious. He has the experience-”

“Yeah, he does,” Sego nodded, and Amita snickered. Even the elders at the table fought their laughter.

“I’m not talking anymore,” Nia threw her hands up before crossing them over her chest in faux annoyance.

“Oh, come on,” Sego pleaded. “You walked right into that one!”

After dinner, the turntable continued to play music well into the night while they drank and played a few rounds of dominoes. Amare played for Celeste, and she and Nia got locked in a heated battle that ultimately went to the elder of the two. Nia pretended to be a sore loser, but the fake pout gave way to a smile as she watched her parents celebrate their victory.

Around midnight, everyone started to feel the fatigue of a long day setting in. Amita was first to go, standing up and stretching her limbs before announcing her leave.

“I’ll walk you out,” Sego said, and while Amita was surprised, she obliged. She hugged Amare and Nia and waved goodbye to Oma and Celeste before leaving the tree home and walking outside with Sego in tow.

“So, what’s up?” she asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“I, um…” Sego’s voice wavered, and he averted his eyes.

Amita sensed something was wrong, so she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You ok?”

Sego shook his head.

“I know I thanked you already for what you’ve done, but I need to ask you something.”

“Anything.”

“I saw what happened when I died… I saw how bad Nia got. I don’t want her to see me leave her again, so I don’t think I should go to the festival-”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“No,” Amita repeated. “You’re going.”

“But Nia-”

“Will be surrounded by loved ones–a whole country in grief. She’ll be ok, but she won’t be if you just disappear. Besides, you deserve this, too.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Do you want to die alone somewhere or surrounded by loved ones at a party in your honor?”

“When you put it like that….”

“I better see you tomorrow, Sego,” Amita scolded him as she stepped back and spread her emerald green wings.

Sego nodded and watched her take off and fly away into the night. He could hear Nia and her parents’ raucous laughter over the sounds of Stevie Wonder’s melodic voice coming from inside, and his heart dropped into his stomach.

He hadn’t been entirely truthful with Amita. Yes, he was worried about Nia, but more than anything, Sego feared the unknown. He was scared of how death would feel. Scared of being without his best friend.

It was simple; Sego just wasn’t ready to go to the realm of the dead, but there was nothing he could do about it.

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The setting sun provided a beautiful backdrop for the festival. Ramonda’s vision for the event was one of unity and support, so she and her team worked relentlessly to make the sad day as perfect as possible for everyone involved. About half of Wakanda was in attendance, the rest choosing instead to stay home and be alone with their Returned loved ones until time ran out.

The procession into the arena was a spectacle unlike anything Wakanda had ever seen. It started at the palace with the royal families and their Returned loved ones parading down the steps and out into the city. Drummers led the march, and Nia’s voice was strong and clear as she sang at the top of her lungs. Each line she recited required participation from the growing crowd, and they did their part, forming a beautiful call and response that seemed to echo across the entire city.

Everyone came dressed for the occasion, taking over the streets of Birnin Zana with a sea of purple. Aziza and winged shifters flew above, whirling in the air with choreographed ease along with the dancers on the ground. Thousands of bodies singing and moving in unison filed into the arena. They were met with large holographic screens broadcasting images of the Returned with heartfelt messages from their loved ones that Ramonda’s team had collected over the past few days.

Each tribe and magical community had its own tradition to honor the dead, but, during her event planning, Ramonda discovered that nobody had anything traditions for souls that had come back. Since they were technically already dead, she took it upon herself to coordinate with the councils and religious leaders to put together something they could all appreciate: a celebration of the miracle they were given in the midst of Sekhmet’s chaos.

The stage was put to good use, with performers from both realms using every inch of it to dance and sing in the Returned’s honor. The costumes were elaborate and colorful, each one holding a special meaning to that performer’s tribe or species. There were moments where the performers had the crowd in tears and others where everyone was compelled to dance and be merry.

Everyone seemed to be determined to enjoy themselves despite the circumstances. A good party had that effect on people. Good parties also tended to make the time fly by, as was the case on this night. Libations flowed from every tap, and people gorged themselves on a delicious smorgasbord of finger foods to keep them energized while the music carried them away. It wasn’t until the moon was high in the sky that the atmosphere shifted, and everyone suddenly remembered the purpose of their gathering.

“It’s happening,” Nia gasped, unraveling herself from T’Challa’s arms on the dancefloor and looking around frantically for Celeste and Sego.

The energy in the room dampened significantly as everyone realized what had occurred.

This was it.

“Nia!”

Nia heard her mother call her name and immediately took off towards her voice with T’Challa on her heels. They found Celeste standing next to Amita, who was crouched down with her arm wrapped around Sego’s shoulders as he hyperventilated.

“I-I can’t-”

“What’s wrong?” Nia asked Amita, her heart shattering at witnessing Sego in such a state.

“He just started freaking out-”

“I don’t want to go,” his voice cracked, and Nia got down on her knees next to him.

“It’s not that bad, honey,” Celeste crooned, stroking the patterns on his bald head. “You won’t even know you’re dead.”

“I’m not ready!”

The weight of unbearable sorrow creeping back into Nia’s bones kept her from speaking, but she threw her arms around him as he wailed. Amare rubbed their backs in circles, and Ramonda placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

All around them, people had started huddling close to their loved ones, the sound of crying suddenly louder than the drums.

N’Jadaka’s face was set in stone when he and Nia locked eyes. Not only was he losing his father again, but his guilt about Sego’s death resurfaced as he watched the man plead for his life.

No more words were exchanged, just heavy sobs until shrieks of grief pierced the air. Nia looked up and saw that people were beginning to shimmer away. She held Sego tighter and looked at her mother with tear-filled eyes.

“I love you so much,” Celeste said, reaching for Nia’s hand.

“I love you, too, umama.”

Celeste turned to Amare and used her other hand to cup his face. He leaned into the coolness of her attempted touch.

“Goodbye again, love.”

“Sala kahle, sithandwa.”

Just like that, Celeste shimmered away, and Amare shuddered as she left his life again. Ramonda held him as he let the tears stream down his cheeks, unable to tear his eyes away from where Celeste last stood.

Sego held tighter to Nia as he watched Oma and T’Chaka disappear next, then N’Jobu disappeared from his son’s arms, and just when he began to hope that maybe Bast had allowed him to stay, Sego felt himself drifting.

“I’m scared, Nia.”

“It’s ok.”

Sego pressed his lips to Nia’s temple, then faded from her grasp, his kiss still fresh on her skin.

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The entire country was in mourning for the next few weeks, and about a month later, construction began on Shuri’s portals and Nia’s renovated home that she refused to call a palace. Each province became home to two portals to accommodate travel in each direction to and from Birnin Umlingo. When the portals first opened, Wakandans showed up in droves, everyone itching to explore the other side. Luckily, the system worked well enough to quickly get people through the long lines and to their destination on time. Over the months, some magic realm inhabitants migrated to the human realm and vice versa, until eventually, the realms became so interwoven that they worked as one.

It helped that the rulers spent a lot of time together, both professionally and personally. Nia ruled from her remodeled home, and T’Challa ruled from his palace in Birnin Zana. However, despite the distance, they were never more than a few yards apart in those times, thanks to the portal Shuri had installed in their rooms connecting their homes to each other at all times. What Shuri didn’t know was that Nia had enchanted the portal to expand the space between the two openings, essentially creating a private realm for just the two of them… and Ithunzi.

Part of their working relationship involved them making rounds to visit the tribes and both realms at the beginning of every month. For five months, Nia, T’Challa, Ithunzi, and the Dora Milaje toured the country together, but when it came time for their sixth tour, T’Challa was out of town assisting the Avengers on a mission in Thailand. Instead of going alone, Nia invited Ramonda to join her, and the two of them spent a beautiful day together experiencing the beauty of Wakanda.

They started in Birnin Zana before traveling to the River province, then the Mining province, followed by Jabarilands and the Border. After visiting all the human tribes, they popped over to the magic realm and strolled through the busy streets of Birnin Umlingo as everyone was closing up shop for the day and rushing home for dinner.

Ramonda had been watching Nia all day, silently observing her as she interacted with her people, both human and magic alike. She had liked Nia since the first time she met her, but seeing her working and communing with the public in such a way gave Ramonda newfound respect for the queen.

“You really are good at this, Nia,” Ramonda commented when a group of young kids of various species left their side after asking Nia what seemed like a million questions.

“That means a lot coming from you.”

“And I truly mean it. The people, they love you on both sides. You and my son are doing a fantastic job together.”

Nia smiled dreamily at the mention of T’Challa.

“He gets that same look in his eye when I mention you,” Ramonda chuckled, making Nia’s grin expand to where it nearly took over her face.

“That’s good to know.”

“So, about my son,” Ramonda began. “You know, I am not getting any younger, and your father and I would both love to see some grandchildren.”

“Ramonda-”

“I am not trying to pry. I am just saying. You have settled into your new role as queen, so what is next for Nia Olu?”

“That’s just it; I don’t feel settled. I feel-”

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite healer,” a husky voice echoed across the town square, and Nia lit up at the familiar rasp.

She turned around and saw the upright crocodile with a toothy grin on his face.

“Mr. Adebayo!” she gasped and rushed over to hug him. “How are you?”

“I’m hanging in there,” he answered before turning to Ramonda and bowing his head in deference. “Queen Mother, a pleasure to have you in our realm.”

“Enkosi.”

“You know, it’s been a while since my last check-up. You still practicing?”

Nia sighed, and her light dimmed a little. She had spent the last few months solely focused on her queen duties and couldn’t remember the last time she healed anything more than a paper cut. Lately, she had missed the satisfying tingle in her palms but had no use for it.

“Cha, I’ve been too busy running this place.”

Mr. Adebayo’s smile faded.

“That’s a shame. You’re the best healer I ever had!”

“You said you haven’t had a check-up since I saw you last?”

Nia’s concern grew when he shook his head. The older crocodile suffered from hypertension, and she wanted to make sure his blood pressure was healthy.

“Are you busy right now?”

“No, just heading home for dinner. Ada’s making my favorite.”

“Got time to swing by my place for a quick visit? I just want to make sure you’re good.”

Ramonda and Ayo parted ways with the rest of the party and traveled back to Birnin Zana, while Nia returned to her home with Mr. Adebayo. His jaw dropped when he saw what had become of the structure. Nia’s small house had been transformed into a modest palace. The former living room had become a throne room, and the kitchen was no longer visible, thanks to a wall that the architects had erected to close off the space. An elaborately carved wooden throne sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by about a dozen tree stumps. The altar against the side wall was even bigger than before, with a black marble statue of Bast in the center. Offerings of food, water, incense, gold, seeds, and shells were spread around the statue's base, along with pictures of Nia’s ancestors and Sego.

Nia led Mr. Adebayo across the wooden throne room floor to a door that blended in with the surrounding wall. She pushed it open, and the hallway appeared that led to her and Amare’s offices that used to be her and Sego’s bedrooms. To the left, an arched doorframe led to the kitchen, and Mr. Adebayo was surprised to see everything looked about the same.

“I’m glad some things never change,” Mr. Adebayo said as he plopped down in his usual chair and ran his rough fingers over the wood grain in the table.

“I couldn’t get rid of everything,” Nia threw over her shoulder, disappearing into her pantry to pull out the herbs she’d need.

As it turned out, Mr. Adebayo’s blood pressure was only slightly elevated, so Nia whipped up a concoction to help lower it and fixed the shoulder that had been giving him problems since he fell on it when the realms collided.

When Nia sent him home, she felt giddy to have healed someone again for the first time in months. Ithunzi watched as she hummed and danced around the kitchen, cleaning up after herself, and followed her outside to watch her blissfully whirl around the thriving garden.

Nia eventually tired of her twirling and did some altar maintenance while she had time. She dusted off Sego’s drum and rearranged the photos on her altar around the statue of Bast before blowing kisses to them all. Then, Nia went down to the river to gather fresh water for her altar.

She took her empty calabash and carried it on her hip as she walked down the road with Ithunzi by her side. The young panther was nearly fully grown, and she was fiercely protective of Nia. So much so that T’Challa never tried to fight Nia on the subject of having a Dora Milaje detail once she put her foot down on the matter. Ithunzi and Nia were a team that nobody wanted to reckon with, but more than anything, they were a pair that loved each other deeply.

When the two of them reached the river, Nia was pleasantly surprised to find nobody else around. She took advantage of the solitude and plopped down on the riverbank next to her four-legged friend, freeing her tired feet from her sandals and letting the running water lick at her toes.

Her hand slid down Ithunzi’s back repeatedly, petting her mindlessly while her thoughts were consumed with memories of her old life. It had been almost a year since that night T’Challa swooped in and caught that trafficker before he could snatch her up, and now here she was… a queen descended from a goddess.

Ithunzi suddenly sat up, startling Nia from her deep thoughts, and she realized the sun had finally left the sky for the night.

“It’s only me,” T’Challa ensured her, having heard her heartbeat going a mile a minute.

Ithunzi ran over to him and rubbed against his leg.

“You’re back early,” Nia said. “How did the mission go?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes as he leaned over to pet Ithunzi.

“I could have done it alone in two days instead of taking a week with them, but teamwork, blah, blah, blah.”

“Someone missed you,” Nia giggled as the panther plopped down and rolled over on her back for more attention.

“Is she the only one?”

“Of course not.”

T’Challa took in Nia’s form like he had never laid eyes on her beauty before. Her springy black coils were untamed for the day and reaching for the stars while her eyes twinkled with excitement over being reunited with him for the first time in over a week. Tiny white dots rested above her eyebrows, and her colorful Ankara jumpsuit popped against her ebony skin. The outfit reminded T’Challa of the first time they met all those years ago in that very spot, and he felt himself being pulled towards her as if she had him under a spell.

If she did, he didn’t care.

Nia’s pouty lips called to him, but before he could get too carried away, he pulled a bouquet of flame lilies from behind his back with a mischievous smile. Nia gasped and snatched the flowers from his hands, burying her face in them and inhaling the fresh scent.

“From Sukutai,” he said. “She called and told me they just bloomed this morning.”

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, baby.”

Nia leaned in to kiss him, and his hungry lips met her halfway. The world around them melted away until nothing existed but the two of them. Nothing mattered except the feel of his lips on hers, her fingers exploring the coils at the base of his neck, her tongue brushing against his. Nia and T’Challa melted into each other and only returned to their senses because they remembered they weren’t in the privacy of their realm.

They pulled apart, giggling like teenagers.

“What are you doing sitting out here?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body closer to his.

“Thinking.”

“About?”

Nia told him about her day and her experience with Mr. Adebayo, and T’Challa listened intently. He had secretly wondered if she missed her old life but never brought it up. Her words only confirmed his suspicions.

“-and then, I don’t know, I just came here, and I’ve been just sitting here thinking ever since,” Nia finished. “It’s not that I don’t like being queen. It’s just that I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

“Then open your practice again. You may not have time for walk-ins, but you could do it by appointment only. Maybe one day a week or something.”

Nia stared at him with her eyes wide.

“I don’t know how I didn’t think of that.”

“It might be a hard adjustment at first, but you’re used to that by now. If I can juggle being king and Black Panther, you can handle being queen and a healer.”

Nia smiled.

“What would I do without you?”

“You would probably be just fine,” he said as he gripped her hand, intertwining their fingers. “But without you, I’d be lost.”

His deep brown eyes were heavy with sincerity, and Nia felt every syllable. She kissed him and rested her forehead against his, and they stayed like that until the chorus of frogs ribbiting and crickets chirping crescendoed around them.

“We should go home,” Nia whispered.

“A little longer,” T’Challa protested, pulling her onto his lap.

Nia was too comfortable to argue, so she settled into his warmth and rested her head on his shoulder.

Her love.

Her flirty, arrogant, calculating, kindhearted love.

The love that she never saw coming, that she never thought she’d get.

And while Nia’s mind wandered to all the ways she loved him, T’Challa couldn’t help but do the same. Except while Nia thought of the past and present, T’Challa thought of the future.

“Nia?”

“Hm?”

Silence.

Nia pulled back to meet his deep brown eyes and found that he was gazing at her with so much tenderness.

“What is it, baby?”

“We live together. We rule a country together… when are you going to let me be your husband?”

The words floated in the air for a moment before settling on Nia’s ears like the warmest of blankets.

“My husband?”

“Yes,” he cooed, kissing the inside of her wrist. “Your husband, the father of your children-”

“Multiple?!”

T’Challa chuckled.

“However many you allow, sithandwa.”

“Hm… two wouldn’t be too bad. No more than three, though. Maybe four… I guess a big family would be kind of nice. I- what?”

T’Challa’s gap-toothed grin took over his entire face.

“So that’s a yes?”

“You haven’t asked me a yes or no question,” Nia teased, nudging his shoulder with her pointer finger.

“But if I did, you’d say….”

Nia kissed his cheek and tried to get up, but he held her down while she squirmed on his lap to get away.

“You’ll have to ask me and find out,” Nia laughed, but he caught a glimpse of her answer in her eyes.

She was his.

T’Challa saw forever when he looked at her and had for quite some time. Truthfully, he fell in love with her that first day they spent together looking for Bast, and he’d been spending all this time waiting for her to catch up. Nia was finally on the same page as him, and though he wouldn’t wait much longer, T’Challa decided then and there that he’d ask for her hand when she’d least expect it.

The End

Nia and T'Challa will return in "Blossoming Ashes"

Dear readers,

Thank you so much for sticking it out with me on this journey. I have a lot of emotions about finishing this series, but mostly I’m thankful. Thankful to you all and to my beta readers for making me a better writer over the past year that I’ve worked on this story. So, huge shoutout to @nonbineraryitinerary, @ljstraightnochaser, and @goddessofmischief0711 for making this story possible!

Nia and T’Challa will return in my currently untitled (but fully outlined) Troubled Waters sequel that I’ll start probably around the time Wakanda Forever comes out. Here’s what I have lined up for the next few months, and here’s my masterlist so you can check out my other stories.

If you liked this story, I ask that you please reblog the series masterlist so other people can find it, too.

Once again, thank you. This has truly meant a lot to me.

Love,

Cece

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theunsweetenedtruth · 1 month

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Yours (7)

Summary: The ending and beginning of new things.

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Pairing: T'Challa x Nereyda (OC) Word Count: 3,130 words Warnings: Smut (we're back in love baby!), Breeding kink A/n: Originally written in 2018. Translations: Mka-Fuck, Sithandwa sam-my love, usage-baby, ndiyakuthanda- I love you

Of course the press knew who Nereyda was, who she was to T'Challa, could see the way he seemed unable to keep his eyes off of her. The day after the ball, the news was filled with both the news of the outreach center and speculation of T'Challa's relationship status. Lunch with Nereyda had to take place in the palace gardens, where he did his best to entice Nereyda into a nearby bedroom or closet. She resisted, but T'Challa didn't mind. As much as he wanted her—and he wanted her so bad he could taste her—T'Challa wanted her back next to him more. He had plans to make her his queen.

Unfortunately he hadn't accounted for rivals.

Nereyda must have made a bigger impression on M'Baku than T'Challa had been expecting. But how could she not have? She was beautiful, smart, sensual. Anyone could tell from just a look and M'Baku must have been enraptured by a dance. Even if it had been cut short by the king.

M'Baku did what he could to court her in the months after, using the same methods that T'Challa himself had used in the beginning of their relationship. He sent vegetables that could only grow in Jabari lands, expensive furs for her bed and her body, and uncut gemstones. When T'Challa arrived to her apartment to find that M'Baku had sent hand craved figurines, he felt a bit put out.

Nereyda did her best to reassure him that she wasn't entertaining M'Baku, that she'd set up a meeting with him to return the items, but T'Challa was more upset with himself. M'Baku was a consequence of his actions; had he not lost Nereyda, M'Baku would not have had the chance to try his hand. T'Challa tried not to let it affect him in the council meetings but everyone could tell he was bothered and the reasons for it.

The next week, the gifts stopped coming, or at least they did as far as T'Challa could see, and though the previous gifts stayed, he didn't mind as he snuggled up next to Nereyda wearing a fur blanket and nothing else.

He lay in bed thinking about the past year and a half and the strides they'd made in their relationship. They had taken things slowly, careful not to fall into old habits and repeat mistakes. T'Challa was adamant that it would fall into place and Nereyda would be his queen. He just had to work on her time now and be patient.

But patience had never been his strong suit. He understood they were essentially starting from scratch but Bast. They had moved at a glacial pace in the beginning. She had kept the apartment, a fact that annoyed T'Challa. He didn't just want her back in the palace, he wanted her in his bed, sharing his rooms. But again, he tempered himself and allowed her to take the lead. On the weekends, he would take a car to her apartment on the edge of the city to spend the night with her. No sex though. They would kiss, making out like teenagers and dry humping on her couch. T'Challa's head would be full of her, her taste, the softness of her skin and the breathy moans she would make. He would be hard, a king ready to soil his pants for this woman, before Nereyda would pull away.

"We should stop," she would say and he would swallow his groan of disappointment and just hold her, his dick poking her as he tried to will it away.

They lasted six months like that and when he finally could have her, T'Challa thought he would cry at how good it felt to lose himself in her again.

A hand ran through his hair. "You're thinking too loud my king."

T'Challa smiled. He grabbed at the hand and pressed a kiss to Nereyda's wrist. "I'm sorry to have woken you, my queen."

"I'm not queen." He could hear her gearing up for a fight.

It was a point of contention for them, the fact that Nereyda had no desire to be queen. The council still made jabs at her, though Ramonda had relinquished small duties to Nereyda to ease her and them into the idea. Nereyda wanted nothing to do with it the idea though. The most she would do is sit in on council meetings—in the seat reserved for the queen—and offer sound advice that made even the council tone it down. It was also T'Challa's heavy gaze on them that held their tongues.

T'Challa assumed that her aversion to being queen would calm at her inclusion to the council meetings six months ago but if anything, Nereyda had become more adamant that she didn't desire the position. It led to arguments that T'Challa tried to avoid but he felt like she was being a little unreasonable. If she was gonna be with him, be his wife the way he wanted, she would have to be queen. She was great at her duties and balancing them but when he brought it up, Nereyda went almost as far as sticking her fingers in her ears and screaming at the top of her lungs. He wouldn't force her though. He was willing to move as fast as she wanted

"It's okay. You're my queen. " He rolled over on her pressing a kiss to her lips.

She rolled her eyes at the corniness but he could see the darkening of her cheeks. He settled in between her legs and found her ready for him, as usual. T'Challa bit at her bottom lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth. It wasn't a fight for dominance; the bedroom was one area Nereyda had no problem with submission if T'Challa demanded it.

He trailed kissed down to her breasts, suckling a nipple into his mouth. She moaned and pulled at his curls tangled in her fingers. Her breasts had been so sensitive lately, he was careful not to hurt her. He lined himself up with her pushing in slow, slow, slow. There was no rush to things; T'Challa wanted to take his time with the woman he loved, the woman who loved him. And finally everyone knew it.

Nereyda was panting in his ear at his ministrations. The slow pace had her wetter than he'd thought possible and she was clawing at his back. The pinch of her little nails on his back only exacerbated his need to come. He wanted to hold on as long as possible, had the stamina to do so, and their fast coupling from a few hours ago had taken some of the edge off.

"Don't hold back," he whispered in her ear. "Let me hear you usana." T'Challa pulled her knees up around his hips for a deeper penetration. She let out a breathy moan and he pulled back to look into her face. Her eyes were scrunched tight. "That's it." The sound of his dick moving inside her was almost too much for him and he picked up the speed of his thrusts. He was forceful and deep and Nereyda was moaning louder, pulling him in with her feet. When she came, it was a tightening of her insides that made T'Challa groan out of the effort not to follow her over the edge but he kept going.

"You will be my queen no matter what you say," he panted out. Nereyda was mewling, her pussy sensitive. "Rule beside me. You will carry my heirs. Mka...mka. Look how you're gripping me. Like you want me to impregnate you." She shuddered and cried out. "Is that what you want? For me to get you pregnant? I'll have your ass waddling around this whole palace." The thought of her pregnant, carrying his son or daughter is what did it for him. "Mka, ndiyakuthanda!"

When he pulled out, he gathered into his arms to watch the sunlight stream through their bedroom windows.

Nereyda walked around the courtyard of the orphanage watching the fifty girls who lived there play together. This was her hard work come to fruition and she had done it mostly alone, as was her plan. Once T'Challa caught wind of her idea for a girls orphanage, he tried to step in and handle things on her behalf. But Nereyda was determined to prove that she could build a life separate to his. He was upset at first; he was used to taking care of her and this independence she kept wanting to exercise was a blow to his ego. Nereyda had to sit him down one evening and let him know that while she loved him, she also loved herself. She wouldn't put herself in a position to not be able to keep going if something were to happen between them again.

He understood then and Nereyda used tribal events she attended with him as opportunities for networking. It wasn't enough for her to have the backing of the temporary agency; if she could get the support of the tribes, she would be able to eliminate the middle men and get full access to girls who had no where else to go. Joining the council went a long way to build relationships with the tribal leaders, as much as she didn't want to do it.

Nereyda had aversions to joining the council. Why would she want to spend time with the people who blatantly disliked her and wished she would disappear? They were willing to have T'Challa and Nakia be miserable for the rest of their lives before they decided to help people that looked like them. But her being queen was very important to T'Challa, and as much as he threatened to replace them, having a council that stood behind them would make things easier for them. She'd had some help arriving at that conclusion.

Nereyda was in the office of the orphanage. She had only six girls that were being watched by a woman who she'd hired upon opening. She had to get her numbers up or else the agency would stop sending girls her way and they would be sent to the dora or the Dora Milaje. As much as it had worked out for her, she wanted girls like her to have more options.

A knock sounded at her office door. "Come in." She didn't look up from the bills she was reading. They were piling up.

"Excuse my interruption, but you should really have a Dora with you."

Nereyda's head snapped up at the voice and immediately stood. "Queen Mother," she curtsied, more out of habit than anything else.

Queen Ramonda waved her off, looking around the office, a thoughtful look on her face. Nereyda desperately wanted to know why she was here.

"You love my son, right?"

She knew the answer; Nereyda would not have allowed herself to be publicly ruined further if she didn't love T'Challa. "Yes. With my everything."

Queen Ramonda nodded and they stood there awkwardly. It was the most they had spoken since Nereyda had moved out of the palace and the first time they had been alone since the night of T'Challa's ascension.

Finally, Ramonda spoke. "I think we both know that if T'Challa has anything to do with it, you won't be going anywhere, ever." Her tone was dry.

"Does that bother you? That your son loves me?"

She smiled a little. "No. Not anymore. I see that you are more than your status. What you have built here," she gestured around the office, "is proof that you have goals beyond being a king's wife. That you would publicly endure ridicule and show how much you love him is enough for me."

Nereyda did her best to keep her features still but she wasn't impressed with Ramonda's speech. It was a nice thought but Nereyda would proceed with caution before trusting her. Her silence was speaking for her though because Ramonda gave a small smile and sat in the chair across from the desk.

"Perhaps with time I can earn your trust, along with my son's." She looked a bit sad before shaking it off. "In the meantime, let's see how I can help you."

It was Ramonda who advised her to work the council to benefit her. After all, it was what T'Challa and Nakia had done, allowing the council to think that they were succumbing to their influence when in actuality the duo were playing the elders. Nereyda needed to take on small responsibilities to show that she was there for the long haul. Which she undoubtedly was. But now it was time to show the council. Moving back into the palace had been an exercise in patience but seeing the look on T'Challa's face the day she had shown up with all her things had made it worth it.

He had been so patient with her and she had not made it easy for him. He believed Nereyda didn't want to be queen and it disappointed him because his royal status was a part of himself that he—nor she—could avoid. But he was only partially right; Nereyda didn't want people to think she only wanted to be with T'Challa to be queen. If she'd followed him, she would've been his wife and queen within weeks and no one would have taken her seriously. As much as she wanted to be his wife, Nereyda still felt that she had to prove herself to the people of Wakanda, that she was more than T'Challa's dora or an inspiration to all doras out there. She was a business woman, head of an orphanage for young girls, that with her hard work would remain a place of safety for them that she'd never had until she met T'Challa.

But now things would change. As she stared out the window, she pressed a hand to her stomach and thought back to this morning. Nereyda was surprised that T'Challa hadn't already picked up on the changes to her body, the tender breasts, the small pudge that wasn't there previously, but she figured he'd been distracted as of late, getting ready to open another outreach center. When they were together, they were making love or he was knocked out after barely kissing her goodnight.

The only people who knew were Ayo, who'd been assigned to as her personal guard once she'd moved back into the palace, and Shuri, who'd confirmed Nereyda's suspicions. They'd both been sworn to secrecy but there was no denying it.

Nereyda was pregnant.

She'd been terrified before having an ultrasound with Shuri but after seeing the product of her and T'Challa's love, Nereyda felt a sense of peace wash over her. T'Challa would be ecstatic, especially if his words from earlier were to be believed. Nereyda kicked her work into high gear at the orphanage, hiring three more women in addition to the two who had been with her from the beginning and training someone to act in her stead to sustain the home for girls in her absence. She felt like they had their suspicions but no one mentioned anything to her. Luckily, her only symptom seemed to be a deep exhaustion that could be explained with the amount of hours she'd been putting in at the orphanage.

She could barely wait to tell T'Challa and have him shout it from the mountain tops but she knew that if she told him immediately, there would be no stopping him. T'Challa would have her on lockdown, meals at a certain time, three or four guards following her around, bed rest. She had to handle the orphanage first and make sure it would be in good hands before she succumbed to T'Challa's nagging.

She couldn't wait much longer though. Her stomach was growing by the day and she couldn't fit into most of her tighter fitting dresses. She patted her stomach. "You want to be seen now so I gotta tell your baba before you expose me." She smiled at the small flutterings she could feel.

She looked back out the window to see T'Challa himself coming into the courtyard. Older girls saluted him while some of the little ones crowded around him. He stooped to their level, listening to their questions and answering. Mia, a four year old who was one of his favorite children whispered into his ear. T'Challa glanced up at Nereyda and she waved from her place in the window. He quickly separated himself from the girls to enter the building and Nereyda watched him until she couldn't see him anymore.

She heard him enter the room and turned to face him. Just like that first time in the market place, she was struck at how handsome he was. He was an imposing presence that still took her breath away. She couldn't believe Bast had blessed her to get to love this man.

T'Challa crossed the room, and cupped her cheeks. "Sithandwa sam, what is the matter?" Nereyda had begun crying without realizing. Blasted pregnancy hormones.

"I'm pregnant."

She hadn't meant to blurt it out to him but she was tired of keeping it from him. He stood in shock, slack jawed and confused. "You are pregnant?"

"Yes, seems as if my birth control is no match for the Black Panther." T'Challa smirked before gathering her into his arms. Nereyda pressed her face into the crook of neck, allowing his scent to wash over her and calm her.

"You're having my baby," he murmured. She nodded, squeezing him closer. He pulled back after a few moments. "I've been waiting for the right time to do this."

He dropped to one knee, pulling out a ring. The newly dried tears flowed again and she covered her face. "Nereyda, will—"

"No wait. I just need a moment." She looked around the room, analyzing the way her life had turned out, the man at her feet, the fact that she was carrying his baby. She couldn't believe that this was her life.

"You can not possibly say no when you will be having my son," T'Challa joked.

"No, I just want to remember this moment for a while. I want to remember my life in this moment and how happy I am right now." They were there for a while. "Okay I'm ready."

T'Challa looked deep into her eyes. "Nereyda, my adored one, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

"Yes." He slipped the ring on her finger before standing and drawing her in for a long kiss.

She stood there in his arms, basking in his scent and his warmth. She was happy, T'Challa made her happy, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life just being his.

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tallulahchanel · 3 months

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To my "Rose of Wakanda" readers

About a year or so ago, it was brought to my attention that I misnamed my Rose character because I failed to do proper research. So after hauling it over for a while, I've decided to make the necessary changes. It'll take time for me to go through all the chapters to fix it, but I'm changing her name from Wavuka to Iirozi. It's a small change, but it's one I'm proud to make.

#rose of wakanda #t'challa x oc #t'challa x black!oc #black panther fanfiction

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wakandaforeverwrites · 1 year

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Learn Ya || Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Author Notes: SURPRISE SHAWTY. Shout out to everyone that lowkey bullied me into continuing this fic some three years later. I love y’all for that. I kept the same tag list as before so if you no longer wish to be tagged, just let me know.

Amaya felt like her whole world had come crashing down in a matter of seconds.

She’d had her life planned out from the time that she was a young girl, and now all of those plans had gone astray. She could understand that her mother’s job was having financial issues and there needed to be cut backs as far as employees went. What she couldn’t understand was why her mother needed to be included in that. She sort of knew that she was being selfish about her true reasoning for caring that her mother lost her job, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire world had just been flipped on its head.

She couldn’t afford school anymore. The financial aid she had been given didn’t cover the complete cost of her first year. Her mother was going to cover the difference so that Amaya didn’t have to worry about the financial strain of school and could solely focus on making sure she made the best grades that she could. She was even going to cut back on the hours she worked at the centre to give her all to her academics.

That wasn’t the case anymore.

She had to come up with the money in a very short amount of time and she had really only two options as far as she was concerned because deferring a year simply wasn’t going to work for her.

She could either work more hours at the centre to get the money to pay the difference or she could take out student loans. Honestly, neither of them were stellar options, but she was heavily leaning towards the student loans. It would give her the money she needed right in that moment and she could deal with the fall out to her credit score and paying it back later in life. All she wanted to do was go to law school. How she did it really didn’t matter to her anymore.

“Is everything alright, Amaya? You have been unusually quiet tonight?”

She looked up from the plate of food she had been toying around with the last few minutes, pushing around bits of mashed potatoes across the ceramic, and saw T’Challa looking at her. Concern was etched into his features, brows sitting low on his face and his full lips pulled down into a soft frown.

She really should have canceled their date but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to do that. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen him and she knew he was a busy man. Though, she supposed canceling would’ve been better than going and being in a sour mood the entire night.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” She did her best to put on the most convincing smile but the look that he gave her showed that it didn’t work in her favor.

“I do not appreciate being lied to.” The frown was still etched on his face but his voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to scare her.

Amaya pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a small breath through her nose. She certainly hadn’t meant to lie to him but she wasn’t sure if they were at the stage where she could dump all of her issues onto him. Everything up until that point had been lighthearted and fun so it was hard to say if he truly even wanted to know. She allowed silence to settle between the two of them as she continued to push around food on her plate, lost in her thoughts. It might be good to talk to someone who could provide an outside prospect of things, and he might even have some sort of sage advice to give to her.

“No, really everything is fine,” she had every intention of leaving it at that but the way he lifted one brow let her know that it wasn’t going to fly a second time. “My mother lost her job and now I’m trying to figure out how to pay for law school.”

She hadn’t really said those words out loud. Other people might have said them to her, Charlie or her brother, and she might have thought them on more than one occasion, but the words had never once left her mouth. Not even when her mother had sat her down and told her the whole truth. Saying the words out loud would only make the reality of her situation settle in, making it that much harder for her to try and deny the truth. She had hoped that if she simply just remained positive then maybe things would work themselves out, but with each passing day, she could see that a positive attitude wasn’t going to work and that very same attitude diminished and made way for a more negative one.

When his hand moved across the table, she didn’t hesitate to slip her into his. Regardless of whatever mood she was in, her body sought out the physical comfort from him because there was something about his presence that had been nothing but soothing for her, even in the times he made her heart stutter in her chest.

“How much is your balance?”

“A lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“$19,980. I gave them $20 so they would stop calling me for a few days but really I just think the lady felt bad for me when I started crying on the phone. Half of that needs to be paid by the end of next week.” Again, she had thought about her situation plenty of times but saying it out loud only made it that much more daunting for her.

“I will take care of it.” His tone was so final as he squeezed her hand.

“T’Challa, no. I can’t ask you to do that.” The very last thing she wanted him to think was that she had only told him in hopes that he would pay for it.

“It is a good thing you are not asking and I am offering.”

“I mean I get that but I’m still saying no.”

“It is also a good thing I am not seeking your permission on this.”

Amaya rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth. “Now is not the time to be playing that little game where you need to have control over everything. This is serious and it’s too much money for you to pay and I can’t pay you back,”

“You will not need to pay me back. Consider it an early graduation gift if that will help you feel better about accepting the money.”

“I don’t need you to do that. I can figure something out.” She made a face and could start to feel herself get defensive.

The logical part of her knew that he was only doing this out of the kindness of his heart and not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own (which they both know that she couldn’t). But there was also some jaded part of her that felt like he was doing it because he expected something in return. Sex maybe.

Of course there had been indications that the two of them were sexually attracted to each other, anyone on the outside looking in could see that, but he hadn’t given her any reason to believe that was the one and only thing that he was after. It was yet another thing she had to remind herself that set him apart from the men she had dealt with in the past. Particularly Rod.

“Come here.” A frown had once again settled onto his face as she pulled her hand away from his.

“You can’t just distract me with whatever you’re going to try and do.”

“Amaya,” her name was a rough warning on his tongue that she felt right between her thighs. What was wrong with her that him being even a little stern with her was making her wet? “Come here. I won’t tell you again.”

She watched as he pushed his chair away from the table a little bit. Any other time she would’ve pushed the boundaries a little bit more, trying to see just how much she was able to get away with, but she didn’t have the energy. She mirrored his actions and stood up from her own chair, rounding the table to stand in front of him. She wasn’t standing long before she found herself being pulled down into his lap.

A shuddering breath left her lips when a large hand rested against the bit of thigh exposed by her dress. A distraction and damn if it wasn’t working.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept my help?” She could barely think with the way his thumb traced back and forth across her skin.

“Because I don’t want you thinking I told you so you would help me.”

“If you are going to be someone in my life then you should expect to be taken care of in all aspects of your life, Amaya.” She had to admit that he did have a way with words but she could tell that he wasn’t just saying them for show. He meant them.

“I don’t think I know how to let people do things like this for me.” Amaya prided herself on being an independent woman. Of course, her mother and her family were there if and when she needed to help but no one outside of that circle really did anything to take care of her.

“I can teach you.”

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The rest of the dinner had placed Amaya in much better spirits and a lot of that was due in part to T’Challa keeping her in his lap with an arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. The two of them fell back into their usual back and forth banter with ease. It was nice to not have to worry about whether or not she was going to be able to attend school or not.

She had never been so grateful to be called into work on a random Tuesday morning. Without that, she would’ve never met him and she would currently be shit out luck, probably forced to drop out of school because Rod certainly didn’t have an odd $20,000 laying around to help her out.

She still hadn’t agreed to let him pay for her first year but she also wasn’t fighting him on it either. She would sleep on it for a few days, telling him she would give him an answer in a few days time. He had been reluctant but he agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

The night was coming to a close and she felt an almost loss at knowing that he would be leaving in the morning and hadn’t really given her a time frame on when he would be back.

Her key twisted in the lock of her front door but she didn’t open it. Instead, she cleared her throat and mustered up all of her courage, putting on her proverbial big girl panties as she turned to look at him. “Did you want to…I don’t know like come in or something?”

Even in trying to make it sound like no big deal, her voice cracked.

“I would love to but I do fly out early tomorrow morning.” She was happy that he sounded sad about the fact but she had no intention of letting up.

“I know I know. It’s just Charlie isn’t home and I really don’t wanna be home alone, Sir.” She rocked back and forth from one foot to the other, looking up at him with what she could only hope was a look of helplessness.

T’Challa made a soft sound like a hum as he hooked his finger underneath her chin. “You call me that and think I’m just supposed to give in to you whatever you want.”

“I do.”

“I could tell you no right now. Don’t forget that, Amaya.” Despite the half grin forming on his lips, he gripped her chin a little tighter.

“I know you could, but do you wanna know what I think?” His fingers left her chin in order for his hand to cup the side of her face. Her body wasted no time leaning into his touch.

“Enlighten me, beautiful.”

“I think you don’t want to say no. I think you want to come in as much as I want you to come in. You just wanna play hard to get.” She reached behind her and opened her front door.

“I’m playing hard to get?” He chuckled softly as his brows lifted.

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “You definitely are and you need to cut it out before it gets you in trouble.”

She took one step back and then another, finding that he was following her back into her apartment. The way kept his eyes on her as he pulled her keys from the door and kicked it closed before flipping the lock, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. She found that she loved having his attention solely on her.

“You and your mouth.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took every ounce of strength that she had to resist the urge to pull the digit into her mouth. “Always pushing your limits.”

“You like it or else you would’ve made it so I couldn’t sit down for a week by now.”

“The night is still young.”

Taking his hand from the side of her face, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him to her bedroom. The voice in the back of head was telling her that she needed to get herself under control. She hadn’t invited him up because she wanted to jump his bones. She really had invited him because she didn’t want to be alone for the night, and she wanted to spend what little time she did have left with him.

When she pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was grateful that she had cleaned up some before she left. Any other time, her room would have been in shambles with clothes and shoes thrown all over the place in her attempt to find something suitable to wear. Instead, it was just the small desk in the corner of her room that was a mess with books and papers haphazardly thrown across the top, and her bed that she had forgotten to make.

Her room was small and his large presence made it seem that much smaller.

“I’m gonna get changed but could you unzip my dress for me?” She could easily reach the zipper herself but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. When she turned and pulled her braids over her shoulder, she felt his presence behind her.

T’Challa said nothing as one hand ghosted up her arm and the other wrapped around the small zipper and pulled it down slowly. Amaya swore her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest and it didn’t get any better when she felt his lips trail along the skin of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply. His fingers pushed down the thin straps of her dress and her hands instinctively came up to hold the dress in place before it hit the ground.

She talked a big game and had no problem teasing him but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to drop her dress and stand in front of him in just a pair of panties just yet.

When his lips pressed the shell of her ear, her eyes fluttered and she let out a small sound despite her best efforts to remain calm. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, played with her body until her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think, and it showed.

“Go change before I forget that I would like to be a gentleman tonight.”

She wondered what might happen if she told him she didn’t want him to be a gentleman, but something was telling her that she wasn’t quite ready for that. T’Challa seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing with far more years of experience than she had. She didn’t want to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.

“Right,” she nodded her head and stepped away from him.

She practically scurried out of the room with her pajamas in hand. She knew if she had stayed in her bedroom for one second longer, she would have easily given in to the x rated thoughts that had been swarming in her head. The magnetic pull that man had over her body was insane. Scary. Thrilling. And more than just a little erotic.

She had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life. It was to the point that if he asked, she would be hard pressed to say no, but she truly did what to take things slow with him. She wanted to be sure that they had something that went beyond just the very apparent physical connection and attraction.

And she didn’t want him to think she was a whore.

Amaya used her night time routine as a means to distract herself, probably taking far longer than she needed to, but she needed to give her body all the time that it needed to cool down. By the time she had gone through the steps, her body was still on edge but only just barely. She was sure she would be able to keep her hormones in check.

Or so she had thought before she stepped back into her bedroom to see T’Challa sitting up against her pillows with her civil procedures book in his hand. It would have been fine for her, nothing she wouldn’t have been able to handle if he hadn’t stripped down to his boxer briefs and nothing else. .

This man was going to be the death of her.

“You just made yourself right at home I see.” She gave him a pointed look before she shoved her clothes into her hamper. She just needed to distract and deflect so nothing got out of hand.

“Well, you can only leave a man to his own devices for so long before he starts to get bored.” The smirk he gave her when he looked up from the book had her grinning back at him like an idiot.

“I see that.” She rolled her eyes as she walked over to him and pulled the book from his hands. “I don’t think this is how you want to cure your boredom though.”

“Do you have any suggestions then?”

“I have a few, but you have to leave so early in the morning and I would hate to keep you up all night, y’know?” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as he laughed.

She dropped the book back off on her desk before she flopped down on her back onto her bed.

“Lay down before your mouth lands you into some trouble you can’t handle, Amaya.” He shook his head.

She had no doubt that she would find herself getting into some trouble at some point with him but tonight wasn’t going to be the night for that. Crawling into bed, she laid on her side with a hand curled underneath her chin so she could face him. He wasted no time in mirroring her actions minus the hand under his chin.

“Do you know when you might be able to come back?”

“Unfortunately, no I don’t. There are quite a few things back home that I will need to take care of before I can get away again.” His hand reached out and his thumb moved along her cheek.

She figured that he was a busy man but she’d had a sliver of hope that he would be back sooner rather than later. It was getting harder and harder each time to only have an afternoon or a few hours a night with him at a time before he disappeared for an extended period of times. Phone calls could only do so much.

She really did like having him around.

“Don’t look so sad,” she wasn’t aware that she had started to frown until he pointed it out. “I’ll still make sure to call you every day.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it is nice hearing from you every day but actually seeing you more often would be even better.” She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with the ring that hung from the chain around his neck. When she looked up there was something of a smug smile on his lips. “What?”

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a thing for me.”

“You’re alright I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh I’m just alright? I guess I should go somewhere where I will be appreciated then.” He started to roll over to get out of bed before she caught his arm.

She pressed her body into his and buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent gently. “Don’t go.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m right here, baby girl.”

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Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 1: Too Soon

This can't be happening…

Nakia looked down at her stomach and into the toilet. It's too soon.

She sat on the floor, distraught and anxious. She dreamed of this day before, but it was soon. Too soon.

She didn't know who to go to, in fear of the news getting out. But chose to go to the scientific princess.

Nakia walked in, dizzy from her morning sickness and saw Shuri working on some shoes. She looked around for her lover before making her way over to his sister.

"Shuri…I need help.", she whispered.

"What is it now? Did you break something?", the princess asked, not looking at her.

'Not yet….', Nakia thought.

"No. I just….I'm scared.", Nakia said instead.

Shuri finally turned around, taking in her friend's sickly state. "Whoa, what happened to you?", she asked.

"That's what I wanna know.", Nakia said, sitting in a chair.

She stared at the woman for a while. "You're pregnant, aren't you?", she asked.

Nakia's eyes widened as she hushed her. "Not so loud!", she whispered-yelled.

Shuri gasped. "So you are.", she said.

"I guess so. I didn't pay any mind to it until now.", Nakia said, looking down disappointed in herself. Shuri was the complete opposite. "I'm gonna be an auntie.", she said smiling.

In a way, Nakia felt relieved that Shuri wasn't upset. "Will you please check…?", she asked, unsure.

Shuri prepared her nanos as a bed and had Nakia lay on them.

"This might tickle.", she said.

"I'm not worried about tickles.", Nakia said, looking at her stomach.

Shuri hooked up an IV on Nakia, made her do some urine tests and waited.

"Yup. You came to me right on time.", she said, finally getting the results.

Nakia frowned. It's not like she didn't want to have the baby. She would've been ecstatic if they had talked about it. However…

He's going to be King soon….

"If you're worried about T'Challa, there's nothing to be worried about. Geez, you two always act like I don't have time on my hands. I'm here to help both of you.", Shuri said, reassuring Nakia.

Nakia smiled sadly. "Thank you.

"Shuri, do you have my device ready??", a familiar voice boomed in a short distance, making Nakia's eyes widen.

"Oh no…I don't want him to find out now. Put it away! Put it away!", she whispered, hearing his footsteps.

Shuri hurried with everything and got out his device she had been working on.

"It's here, brother. Ready to go.", she said, once T'challa came in. The older brother smiled and took it from her. "Thank you.", he said and turned to his lover, unaware of her nervousness. "Good morning, my love.", he said, coming over to Nakia and kissed her on her forehead before he left.

The women sighed in relief. "That was close.", Nakia said.

"Too close.", Shuri agreed. "So how long are you planning on keeping it from him….?", she asked.

"For as long as I can. I don't want to stress him out as much as he is now.", Nakia said.

"So how long do you think you'll be able to hide such a thing? You're going to swell a couple of months.", Shuri informed.

Nakia knew that. Though, she had a place to hide whenever her stomach would grow. She informed Shuri of such a place and decided that's where she'll stay.

She only hoped that T'Challa wouldn't miss her so much until it was time.

Months passed and it was finally time for Nakia to birth her child. It was a baby girl and instantly she knew the familiar genetic features of her lover.

"She's beautiful.", Shuri whispered, laying the infant child in Nakia's arms. Nakia cried, both out of happiness and despair. She had to cut all ties off from the Dora Milaje and could only give little information to the queen in fear of T'challa ever finding out.

Nakia decided it was too much. She couldn't let T'Challa know. Nakia let the women of a nearby village watch over her daughter before making herself known to her lover who welcomed her back, confused, worried and relieved that she was okay.

14 years had passed and T'Challa had yet to find out. By then, it was too late to go back. Nakia realized it would only make things worse if he had found out this late.

Instead T'Challa was with his father inside Vienna.

He huffed, tugging at his collar around his neck and looked at his father. "It's chafing.", he complained, making his father smile in amusement.

"Bear with it for now. We'll be gone soon.", he said.

The prince huffed and looked out the window.

"At a special United Nations conference 117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords.", he heard and glanced at a red haired woman.

"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?", a woman walks up to a red haired woman. "Yes?", she responds.

"These need your signature.", she said.

T'Challa watched as she signed a form and let the woman leave, finally recognizing her.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight.", T'Challa spoke up.

She turns to him. "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering.", she says.

"You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill… I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company.", he says.

"Well, I'm not.", she says with a frown.

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff.", T'Challa says genuinely.

"Why? You don't approve of all this?", she asks.

"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred.", he said.

"Unless you need to move a piano.", king T'Chaka says, walking up to them.

"Father.", the prince greets.

"Son. Miss Romanoff.", The king nodded to them.

"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria.", she apologizes, bowing.

"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today.", he says.

"Yes, so am I.", she says and T'Challa smiles.

"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session.", they hear on the PA.

"That is the future calling. Such a pleasure.", T'Challa said, bowing to her.

"Thank you.", she says and leaves.

"For a man who disapproves of diplomacy, you're getting quite good at it.", his father says.

"I'm happy, baba.", he said, smiling.

The men give their affection before the king walks up to the podium for his speech.

"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative."

As T'Challa listens to his father, his peripheral vision catches something outside the building. His eyes widened before turning back to his father. "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace.", his father's last words were.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!", T'Challa yelled and ran for his father, but was too late and got blown away.

As the explosion cleared, T'Challa crawled on the floor in search of his father and found his limp body.

"Baba…. Baba!" The prince checked for a pulse but there was nothing…

He's dead….

"No….no….!!", T'Challa cried, cradling his father's lifeless body.

Unfortunately the news spread quickly back to Wakanda where Nakia was waiting for T'Challa. She felt regretful as she watched her daughter walk amongst the women in the village she stayed in.

She turned to the sound of footsteps and saw Shuri walk up to her in tears.

"Shuri…what's wrong….?", she asked, worriedly.

Shuri hugs her tight and bawls. The women rocked, Nakia confused and let Shuri settle down.

"Shuri, won't you tell me what happened?", Nakia asked.

"He's dead….my father. He's dead…", she whispers. Nakia's eyes widened and glossed over.

T'Chaka….dead….? Where's T'Challa…? What happened and how….? Why…?

"We have to go bury him….", Shuri says, getting up and looking at her niece.

"She wasn't even able to have the chance to know her grandfather….", she says.

Nakia glances at her daughter.

She's right. And it wasn't fair. What did he do to deserve his death….?

"T'Challa's in so much pain right now. He's the one that was there.", she said.

That only made Nakia's despair worsen. She didn't want to pile on more bad news.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. It had been months, and she was getting too big to hide for long.

After T'Challa returned to Wakanda after settling with the Avengers and delivering Xeno to justice, Nakia sought out for T'Challa, finally deciding to let him meet his child. The look on his face after seeing him made her want to change her mind. He looked so tired but happy to see her.

As they met up, he felt a bit relieved to see her but could tell something was off. She seemed... Nervous. "There's something I have to tell you.", she told him. Many outcomes entered his mind in an instant. She either found another love, was in trouble with someone or wanted him back.

He'd have to mentally prepare for one of those responses, but was not prepared for her to take him into the farther fields outside of the golden palace where animals grazed and their caretakers watched over them.

Nakia's eyes laid on a girl who was petting a rhino and T'Challa followed her line of sight. He looked at her in confusion at the girl. Nakia took a breath and called out for the girl who turned to them, a look of distain appearing on her face for a moment before she got a good look of the prince before her and she immediately straightened up.

T'Challa's eyebrow raised at the girl as she walked up to them and he looked at Nakia who appeared a little more distressed. The girl stepped up to them and bowed a bit. "My prince.", she greeted.

T'Challa shook his head. "No need for that." She looked up in confusion. "Am I needed?", she asked him and he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as he took in her features. She looked no older than 14 or 15.

He looked back at Nakia who looked at him with glossed eyes. "T'Challa, this is T'Kia.", she introduced. His eyes widened as he realized why the woman was so off-putting today. He looked between the girl and the woman. "Is she... Did we...–?", he started.

Nakia nods, silently, watching the prince's eyes become glossy. T'Challa looks at the girl. "She's your daughter.", Nakia says, shocking the girl.

T'Kia looked between the two in disbelief before she stared at T'Challa who stared back. He had so many questions. Why was he just now finding out about this...? Why did it take so long? Did she resent him?

He couldn't stand the girl's confused and teary eyes. He looked at her for another long moment, trying to take her in. He felt a sense of regret and shame for missing out on so many years.

Then he reached out and pulled TKia close. "Are you angry with me...?", he asked, softly.

Her eyes bubbled with tears instead, feeling warm inside. This was what she was missing all these years. Not knowing what a father was like... Not knowing what it was like to have him around.

She shook her head silently, hugging him back.

The prince embraced her in his arms, his face now buried in her hair. Even though she was his own flesh and blood, he had never held his own child before.

He never even saw her birth. He missed out on her first steps, her first words, her first birthday.

All the guilt and regret hit him at once and he only squeezed her harder.

The sounds of her sniffles made his heart clench painfully. "Baba...", she sobbed, nuzzling her face in his chest, grasping at his clothes as if he'd disappear. The prince shook his head, and stroked her hair as he shushed her. "Baba is here now. Baba's not going anywhere.", he cooed softly.

He looked over to Nakia, who had tears in her eyes too. He could see the guilt in hers. Her sorrow for keeping their child from him, her tears not just of joy, but also of regret.

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pettybetty69 · 2 years

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞)

(Plot)

You, Alessandra Vitale, were born into a family of the fabled Elementals, the last living relatives of Mother Nature. Being an Elemental, you were born with the power of elements and life itself. However, it isn’t as simple as it would seem. The exposure of the power would lead to you and your family’s demise.

Coping with loss, the challenge of concealing the secret, all while luck having your family being familiar to the public eye, life’s testing curveballs were no stranger to you. A teenage Prince T’Challa happened to be one of them. The arrogant prince was the last thing you needed, but could a growing threat to his life put your differences aside? There were secrets that must be kept, people you must protect, could the threat to his mortality be enough to risk your own? Keep reading to find out.

AN : Hello again! So this will be a rewrite of the story Absense Makes the Heart Grow Fonder on my page. The original story in my outline didn’t work, had too many plot holes, construction wasn’t there, writing could have been better etc. If you enjoyed it, it will still be up. I currently don’t plan on finishing it, but that may change in a later time or may not. So now I will be working on this current story with a slightly changed plot and hopefully better story telling.

I’m absolutely in love with this story and have a few parts pre-written to be posted every other Monday. The others are in the works but may be delayed due to university (help is welcomed). Enjoy!

- Andromeda

Prologue (10/31/22)

Growing Up (11/14/22)

Part One (12/19/22) sorry

Part One Continued (12/25/22)

Part Two (12/31/22)

Part Three (4/17/23) (FINALLY)

Part Four (5/7/23)

I own everything besides the marvel characters

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saiilorstars · 1 year

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Go the Distance

T’Challa x OFC / Citlalli’s masterlist

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Looking back at it, he regretted how things happened. The ire he felt for his father's death sent him over the edge. He didn't 'explode' like others, but he recognized (now) that he did have his moments.

"Agent Del Rio!" He called angrily after her. She was striding down the hallway, her back to him. "Agent Del Rio!" Eventually, he caught up to her and with one swift movement, he grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. "We need to speak now !"

Citlalli Del Rio was anything if not pretty stoic with her expressions. It was a habit she picked up a very long time ago as a means of survival — literally. "Would you like to continue screaming in the hallway with other agents around?"

T'Challa was no fool. She was testing him and how far he would go to get what he wanted, even if it meant getting her into legal trouble. Could he?

Unable to answer himself, he pulled Citlalli into the first open room and shut the door with lock. "You pushed it today, Citlalli," he said immediately afterwards. "I know what you did."

Citlalli walked up to the conference table, drumming her hands on the top of a chair. "I do many things. Care to be specific?"

The ire grew stronger and T'Challa stalked up to her, once again turning her around. "You know what you did! You gave the weapons back. How could you help the people who cover up a murderer? A mass murderer, I will add."

Citlalli stoically looked at him and detached his hand from her arm. "You don't care that he was a mass murderer. You only care that he allegedly murdered your father."

"Allegedly?" T'Challa said incredulously. "He did ! It is public knowledge that Sergeant Barnes was in the same city when the Accords were signed."

"Oh, you of all people know how technology can be used to persuade many people," Citlalli said, tilting her head to the side. Her dark eyes softened on him. "And it is much easier to convince someone who already wants to believe it."

In retrospect, T'Challa now knew that he had wanted to believe it very much. The news forced the idea that the Winter Soldier had blown up the site of the Accords and he, filled with ire and revenge, believed it without a second thought. It blinded him.

"Yes, I did help them," Citlalli said firmly, straightening herself up to take the full blame. Her open confession wounded T'Challa more than he had expected.

He got word from the Dora Milaje about suspicious sightings of Agent Del Rio and when they communicated the sudden loss of the confiscated weapons of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, and the coinciding disappearance of Citlalli, he knew it was true. Still, knowing it and hearing it directly from Citlalli was different

"Why?" He was left to ask.

Citlalli heard the frailty in his voice, the betrayal. She subtly swallowed hard. "Because it's not as it seems. I grew up blinded by those who were supposed to all truthful and powerful. I have learned to look past all that shine. I see things factually and factually, things are not what the news says. I listened to Steve Rogers. I heard him."

"It's all lies, Citlalli," T'Challa argued, "Sergeant Barnes is his best friend! He would cover for Barnes!"

"Yes, perhaps in other things, yes. It is the nature of best friends," Citlalli agreed with him, "But in this—"

" No !" T'Challa snapped.

Citlalli lowered her head, drawing in a sigh. "You are not listening."

"I'm not listening?" T'Challa said incredulously. "I'm not listening!? You — you are not listening to me!" And it hurt him so deeply that the one person he trusted, the person he…

Citlalli raised her head again, meeting his eyes. It was like she could read his mind. "I do listen to you," she said quietly, but he scoffed, and hard. "I do ," she reiterated.

He was blind and deaf, apparently. Looking back at things, T'Challa knew he should have listened to Citlalli more. He'd gone off on her after that, telling her how that had been the ultimate betrayal and that any kind of relationships they ever had were done. Granted, their relationship had always been professional but neither one would deny that there were moments where sometimes that line blurred.

He regretted it so much.

Citlalli never yelled back, never argued back, and most importantly never tried to convince him not to break things off. That hurt too.

Had she never cared for him at all? Had he imagined those close-call moments between them?

When he left that room, he left Citlalli for good. He wanted to be a man of his word, even if it hurt him like hell.

But when things turned and he discovered the truth about Baron Zemo, T'Challa had no choice but to admit his fault. Unfortunately, Citlalli was no longer available. When he reached out to Everett Ross about her, he was told that Agent Del Rio had abruptly turned her papers in and resigned from the CIA.

The shock had taken days to ware off and when it did, T'Challa felt the weight of the past come crashing down on him. He'd lost his father and now he may have just lost the love of his life (who didn't know she was the love of his life).

"You should have told her a long time ago!" Nakia all but smacked him. Not even his status as King of Wakanda would protect him from her fury. She shook her head at him, hands on her waist. "I cannot believe it took all this to happen for you to get this."

T'Challa felt like he should put his hands up in surrender. "It was always pretty clear that she and I were just friends." Nakia scoffed and because Okoye was also in the room standing guard, she did too. T'Challa rolled his eyed at the two. "I was not ever intending on ruining the job she loved. We were professionals."

"Fifty percent of the time, perhaps," Okoye muttered and Nakia pointed at her in agreement. "You two were so in love that neither of you saw how obvious it was."

"Idiots, that's why," Nakia said, "And now you went and lost her because of your rage."

"I don't need to know but I already know," T'Challa said with a huff. "If I am bothering with this embarrassment, it is because I thought you two would be more willing to help me find her."

Nakia exchanged a glance with Okoye. Yes, of course they would help.

It took a while to track Citlalli down. T'Challa learned bits and pieces of her the time they knew each other. She wasn't very forthcoming about herself but T'Challa knew that it wasn't just with him. She did not trust many people and even then those she did deem friends knew mundane things about her.

T'Challa knew that he was one of the few people who knew that Citlalli had been adopted. She came from a very troubled past and her roots lied in Mexico, not the States. T'Challa liked to think that he knew her most, and maybe that fact enabled those feelings to grow. He learned how as a child, Citlalli had to run from her old village because of invaders; he learned the trouble it took her to cross borders and how she almost died on several occasions. She had lost everything and still managed to climb up the ladder all over again.

An uncrowned princess turned agent turned vigilante.

Looking back at it, how could he not fall in love with her?fall in love with her?

Because even when she tried being stoic, she slipped…with him. With him, she smiled, she laughed, she even joked. T'Challa imagined that was what Citlalli used to be before everything was taken from her and for him to be able to get it out of her every now and then was a gift he valued very much.

He hoped she smiled wherever she was.

After months of searching, they caught a break. T'Challa honestly couldn't believe it never occurred to him before. Citlalli's life had been in Mexico, so it only made sense that if she felt threatened she would return to her land where she felt more in her domain.

She was intelligent enough not to leave a trace of her leaving the United States so to anyone else it would appear that she was still in the States. Once they figured that out, their search became easier. Citlalli's old village used to reside not too far from Mexico City so it made sense for her to go somewhere near there. It became easier to spot the woman who had suddenly arrived in a small outskirt town who so decidedly wanted a job in or near a horse stable.

"It was so funny to me," Citlalli truthfully laughed. She sat with T'Challa on a bench only a few blocks from the CIA headquarters. "My adoptive parents had good intentions with their idea to bring me to a horse stable. They thought I should have some nature around me."

"I imagine in New York that's not very possible," T'Challa remarked, leading her to hum.

"So they bring me to this beautiful stable one day and they think that I'm going to be afraid of the horses. As if."

"As if…" T'Challa watched her laugh again. "So they made the mistake of assuming you weren't brave."

Citlalli's laugh subsided into a smug smile. "I don't know if 'brave' is the right word but they never assume anything about me again."

"Did you ride that day?"

"I did," nodded Citlalli, "and after that, horseback riding became one of my therapies. I don't have to think about anything when I'm on a horse. I don't have to remember anything either."

Even just talking about horseback riding made Citlalli look so at peace and that wasn't something T'Challa saw very often.

She rode the horse beautifully. Like an expert, and she was.

Citlalli had a deep affection for nature. She loved it and always lamented living and working so deep within cities. It was perhaps the thing she missed most from home.

T'Challa never told her but every time she shared her woes for a life closer to nature, he secretly thought about taking her away from New York. He was sure that she would love Wakanda, a place where technology was superb but never taking away the pleasure of the naturalistic simplicity of life.

And now it seemed like she had found her place again.

The stable was on a ranch and it was pretty decent sized. There were only workers, clearly not a place for the public. There were crops on one side and many other typical farm animals scattered around. It was all calm, the perfect place for Citlalli.

T'Challa honestly didn't want to interrupt Citlalli's obvious serenity but it was of no use trying to avoid it. On a turn of her horse, Citlalli saw him and abruptly stopped altogether. It took her a few moments to convince herself that she was not imagining him (again) and that he was very much real.

A few more minutes later and she was off her horse, walking it by its reign towards the stable. She didn't look back at the sound of footsteps drawing closer. She went directly to the horse's spot and ushered it in, closing the gate after it.

"It took you longer than I thought," Citlalli said, finally turning to T'Challa. His brows raised with surprise.

"I wasn't aware that I was being timed," he wasn't the response he was expecting from her. She didn't appear mad at him…

She certainly seemed less mad with that smile that marked her face. "Well, being the King of Wakanda should grant you some speedier tech, right? Or is it all Shuri's domain?"

Definitely not what T'Challa expected from her, and yet it had taken about ten pounds of nerves off his shoulders. "Uh, she does say that she's better at it."

"And she's right," Citlalli side-stepped him and walked towards the entrance of the stables. "So then, to what do I owe your grand visit? Should I expect to see Okoye's grumpy face somewhere around here?"

"I came alone," T'Challa said, following behind her. "I figured we needed to speak…if you're willing."

"Yeah, I'm willing," Citlalli glanced behind her shoulder, still smiling at him which he thought was plain weird. Why wasn't she yelling at him? Telling him to get lost?

Citlalli led him to a quieter place in the ranch - a bench underneath a shady tree. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. "Afraid of getting a little dirt?"

T'Challa couldn't help but roll his eyes. This was more or less their typical way of being. It was strange to say he missed it too. He sat down next to her, leaving a decent gap between them for obvious reasons. "I like this place," he remarked, gazing out at the scenery.

"Me too," Citlalli let out a relaxed breath as she leaned back on the bench, "I am just not a city girl. I thought this would be the perfect place to lay low."

"Lay low?"

Citlalli nodded. "There were some suspicions after Rogers and his crew got away. I gave my statement and quietly slipped away."

"There aren't - Citlalli, there are no accusations filed against you," T'Challa said, knowing it for a fact since he had spent a lot of his time searching for that verification.

"Even if there had been, I wouldn't be there," Citlalli said, flashing a small, yet smug, smile. "I don't intend on ever getting caught. I'm a good adapter. I'm more of a chameleon than a serpent, I guess."

"I think you're both," T'Challa said, "You hide very well, but anyone should watch out if they dare to do anything against you."

"Did you come all the way here to complement my skills?" Citlalli was already looking at him when T'Challa turned his head at her. His eyes softened albeit with guilt. Citlalli knew it well - she could read him so well and he didn't even know it.

He had no idea where to start. He had come all the way here to apologize and he had no idea where to start. He spent the next couple minutes in silence trying to figure out his words so when Citlalli laughed, he was more than dumbfounded.

"I can see the wires in your head short-circuiting," she said, tilting her head at him, "Don't bother. I already know."

"Know what?" he frowned.

"What you want to say."

"N-no you don't. How could you know?"

Citlalli's smile broadened, her eyes growing kinder by the second. "Because I know you. You're too noble not to come all the way over here to apologize about Barnes. I'm just glad you realized he wasn't behind your father's murder."

T'Challa lost his breath for a moment. How could she read him that easily? That correctly? He looked at her completely mortified and yet relieved that she had taken the words out of his mouth.

Citlalli's smile still didn't wane. She looked out at the ranch, ignoring the warm flush on her face. "I hope you know that I'm not upset, and I really didn't need the apology either."

"How could not be upset?" T'Challa asked quietly. "I said so many things I shouldn't have. You were right, I should have listened to you…but I didn't. And you have no idea how terrible these months have been for me. A punishment, I suppose, for what I did."

"You were hurt," Citlalli said, "And trust me, we do many things while we are hurt."

"But not to you," T'Challa shook his head, "I would never want to do anything to you. You have no idea how important you are to me. I felt like I lost you, and it was all my fault." He lowered his head, absolutely guilt ridden. A few seconds later, he felt a warm hand come rest over his. He looked at Citlalli but she was gazing straight ahead.

"You could never lose me," she said, her fingers just barely sliding between his fingers, "I know you too well to fall for some mediocre argument. You're my friend. I would never let something like that get between us. The only reason I didn't reach out is because I knew that you needed your space and you would eventually find me."

"How? How could you know all that?"

"Because I know you, my dear," Citlalli finally looked at him, smiling widely. It was so unlike her. "Bits and pieces - I know you whole."

T'Challa's heart swelled with the feelings he kept bottled up. The certainty in Citlalli's voice - the confidence that she was right - made the ache in his heart grow because how could she trust him that much and he couldn't do that with her before? "I don't deserve you," he mumbled, turning his hand under hers and interlocking his fingers with hers. "The faith you have in me is the same faith that I should have had in you. You saw the truth before I did, and instead of trusting you I accused you."

"It's alright—"

"No, it's not," T'Challa shook his head.

"It really is—"

"It's not because how could I do that to the woman I love?"

Citlalli could only be so subtle at a confession like that. The confidence she had spoken with had definitely waned in those first seconds. "I…well…"

Somewhere in all the misery he felt, T'Challa found a moment to chuckle. "I don't think I have ever seen you speechless before." He took pride for being the one to do that to her. "You didn't see that coming, did you?"

Citlalli blinked a few more times and, with a clearing of her throat, looked away. "Honestly, no." She had been well aware of her feelings a while ago but with those feelings came the reality check. She was once of a noble family which meant she knew exactly how royalty worked. And no matter how super progressive royalty claimed to be, there was always going to be something that would separate them (and that was assuming that T'Challa would actually reciprocate her feelings). He was the King of a whole country, and she was a CIA agent (ex-agent now). There was no way that would ever work. So she settled for a silent love and hoped that with years to come, she would move past it.

"I was horrible to you the last time we saw each other so the only way to solve it is to make a fool out of myself," T'Challa decided to say, shrugging his shoulders.

Citlalli looked in his direction again. "A fool?"

"Because I came all the way over here with the intention of apologizing and hoping that you would forgive me but instead I'm sharing my deepest secret with you hoping you won't throw dirt in my face." T'Challa looked down at the ground, partly in shame. If he had been braver before, he would've done this in a much better way. A way that Citlalli deserved.

Citlalli tilted her head at him, trying to figure him out. "You're not very King-like, you know."

"I've heard," T'Challa said, "Shuri likes to point it out a lot. But maybe that's better right now. For your amusement, of course. Here's the King declaring his love for a woman he already lost."

Citlalli couldn't help it; she laughed. "Whether you're the King or not, you're still so clueless. Do you know why it is that I know you so well?"

"No?"

"Because when you fall in love with someone, there's an innate desire to know everything about them." Citlalli gripped their interlocked hands. "And I have wanted to know everything about you. Every single detail about you, whether big or mundane, is in my heart. So when you were upset, I knew you'd eventually come back from it. You always do. You're a fair and just man."

Her sincerity got him again, only this time he couldn't help it. The instinct was beyond him. He pulled his hand out of hers then grabbed her face and kissed her.

It was perhaps the one thing that Citlalli had not expected. She could not lead how she usually did with just about everything else in her life. And it was fine. She was perfectly content following the most amazing man and his wondrous lips. They parted slowly and even then remained with their foreheads against one another's.

"...it's not very king-like to kiss the commoners either..." Citlalli breathed in.

That sounded exactly like something Citlalli would say, and yet it still made T'Challa laugh. He lowered his head, shaking it as he tried to get himself together. "Agent Del Rio, aren't you ever serious for one minute?"

"Don't blame me...the King just kissed me. What ever am I supposed to do with myself?"

T'Challa raised his head to see Citlalli feigning a shocked expression. "You are not funny," he pointed at her.

"I think you'll let me be whatever I want to be on account of this long-term argument," Citlalli said, quickly growing serious. "I may love you but you still owe me for this."

T'Challa laughed again. She could play the role of seriousness so well that anyone who didn't know her would actually believe her. "Can I try to apologize say, in Wakanda?"

Citlalli's eyebrows raised, her 'seriousness' thrown off. Ultimately, she gave up the game in favor of reality. "Of course I forgive you. You don't need to make any grand apologies. I didn't runaway because of you. I needed to protect myself in case something happened, and it did. I know Rogers is on the run with his little merry gang. And truthfully, I don't regret helping him."

"I don't expect you to be regretful," T'Challa clarified first, "You were right. I only wish that I had listened to you back then. You should know that there are no formal accusations against you. I verified it."

Citlalli smiled lightly at him. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that, though."

"I did," T'Challa nodded, "Because I should have been with you at that moment as well." He reached for Citlalli's hand and gently wrapped his fingers around it. "If I had been with you then, you would already be in Wakanda with me."

"Can you imagine? Me in Wakanda?" Citlalli chuckled. 'I don't think your mother and sister would like that very much. Besides, what am I supposed to do there?"

"Be with me," T'Challa said bluntly enough to startle Citlalli. It was hard scaring Citlalli and T'Challa honestly couldn't remember a moment where he successfully managed to scare her. "I love you, Citlalli. I have for a very long time and I should have said it a long time, shown it, and I failed. I don't want to do that again. I don't want to go home pretending like it doesn't hurt to leave you behind. Do you believe me?"

"Yes," Citlalli answered softly, "I do." She could see his sincerity in his eyes, the fondness he held for her was right there...just for her.

"I know how you feel about 'home', and how you haven't really felt like America was your home. I know this place" — T'Challa made a nod towards the field — "feels closer to you but I don't want you to be alone. I don't want to be without you. Come to Wakanda with me, and we can make it our home. But I promise that it can become your home as well. You just have to be there to give it a your touch."

Citlalli actually considered the idea for a moment. Going to Wakanda sounded completely insane at a first glance but then she thought about it again, this time 'going to Wakanda with T'Challa' and it sprung a whole lot of butterflies in her stomach. "It's...it's crazy, isn't it?"

"Why?" T'Challa challenged her for a good answer. "You already left the States anyways. What's a little further anyways?"

"We're talking about a whole sea!" Citlalli chuckled. "And...well..." she sighed, "Who am I kidding? I could never go back to the CIA. Everett Ross would never hire me again."

"You'd be surprised," T'Challa said, shooting her a pretty confident smile.

Citlalli stared at him a couple minutes, getting the feeling she was missing out on something.

"If you want to go back to the CIA, then do it," T'Challa said, "But I will not leave you again. Do you want to go back to the CIA?"

Citlalli's head lowered at the question. "Honestly?"

"Always."

Licking her lips nervously, Citlalli answered very clearly. "No." She lifted her head and met T'Challa eye. "I only ever joined to build connections and networks. It's so tiresome, T'Challa. I don't even like the CIA..." She laughed sourly, "Bureaucratic knots everywhere. I like the freedom — there is no freedom in the CIA."

T'Challa listened to her attentively. He cupped her face, leaning close to her. "If that's the case, then come with me. You might find your freedom in Wakanda."

"The idea of going with you is, admittedly tempting, but I know how royalty works. This isn't some 'be my wife, aka the Queen or be my mistress' is it?"

"Look at me and tell me if that's what I would offer you," T'Challa promptly requested. Citlalli only looked at him for about two seconds before shaking her head. "When I say 'come with me', I mean it as in...fly back with me and...see what happens. You can stay for as long as you'd like. Decide what you want to do next."

"I don't know what I want to do 'next'," Citlalli admitted, "But I do know that I missed you so much. Watching you leave again is...it's not on my to-do list."

T'Challa started feeling something in his chest — anticipation. He knew what was coming...

"I don't want special treatment," Citlalli said, confirming what T'Challa already knew. "And you better tell Nakia to knock it off with her jokes because I know she'll have them."

T'Challa laughed lightly. "I can certainly promise to try and dissuade Nakia from any jokes but I'm not sure I can do much about the first thing you asked for."

"Why not?" Citlalli frowned.

"Because I certainly won't be able to treat you as if you were the same as everyone else." T'Challa grinned proudly about himself. Before Citlalli could fully react, he slid his hands over his face and kissed her.

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marvelmultivers · 2 years

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The others Avengers, cooler than OG part 2

Hope everyone is well, let me introduce some other Avengers

First, we have our favorite couple, they’re cute but also disgusting when they act like children, Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy, Spiderman and Spider Gwen, the Spider couple like we call them. They are a little bit chaotic during missions, so they live together on the base to learn how to don’t let enemies goes away while they’re screaming at each other…

Second, the royalty of the Avengers, the king and the princess directly from Wakanda, T’Challa and Shuri, Black Panther and his sister. Shuri is the smartest girl you can imagine especially in new technologies, she knows everything. T’Challa inherited of the Black Panther role by his father, his costume is more like a huge black cat but, one of the kinds you don’t want to pet. As you can imagine, they can’t live on the base, but they come see us often.

Third, my queen, I want to be her. She is the strongest, the most badass woman you can imagine. Directly from Asgard, she is a Valkyrie (she wants to be call by this name, but her real name is Brunehilde), one of the strongest armies of Asgard before the battle against Hela (I will talk about her in another post), she flies on a winged white horse. She is one of the best knife users. She is now queen of the Asgard so she doesn’t have time to live with us, but she come when she have time.

Fourth, the chaotic wizard duo, really, they are supposed to be strongest sorcerer of all the time, but they are always fighting each other, Stephen Strange and Wong, Doctor Strange and the Supreme Sorcerer. Both trained by the Ancient One, they can be strong, powerful separately but even more together if they had ended battling for every little decision. They have to protect some temples, so we don’t see them often, we almost never see Wong, but sometimes, we see Strange, to teach us how to make portal, really fun.

Fiveth, to be honest, we don’t see her often, she lives with us, but she is scared by her own power so she stays aside, she has different training than everyone because we never see her in our training, Monica Rambeau, she is kinda the niece of Carol, the only thing I know about her power is that anything can cross her without killing her.

Sixth, youngest and newest Avenger, Kamala Khan, Miss Marvel. Her idol is Captain Marvel, the day she finally met her, she almost passes out. She absolutely can’t control her power, she wants, really, but she can’t. She lives with her parents on the base. She has school at the base and follow training after classes, and she still has energy after all of that to see the few friends that are authorized to come on the base. She mades me tired.

Seventh, when I tell you to send me a good picture, it wasn’t a joke girl, let me introduce you America Chavez, she try to play the cool kid but she is lost everytime, like, she lives on the base since few months, almost a year now, and she still get lost to go from A to B. Her power is really cool but scary too, she can open portal in every universe of the multiverse but, alternatively, she doesn’t know where it will be, and she also don’t know how to come back from. For the moment, her portals are used to make apple travels, I'm pretty sure these apples are really happy to end in another universe. She lives on the base to control her power and hopefully, one day, find her mothers in the multiverse.

Eighth, we call them the duo of gods. They are avatar used by Egyptians gods, yeah it sound awkward the first time but it’s true. Layla El-Faouly and Mark Spector, Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight. Layla is the avatar of Taweret, the goddess of women and children. Mark is the avatar of Khonshu, the god the moon and the night sky. So far you can tell everything is ok, but, plot twist, Mark has a dissociative identity disorder. Mark Spector is also Steven Grant and Jack Lockley. Mark was a mercenary, Steven worked in a museum and Jack… They try to keep him sleeping. Oh, and Mark think Khonshu disappear but they’ve proof that he still in him. They both (all four? all six?) lives on the base, Mark has a special room to sleep.

Nineth and tenth are strangely friends, sometimes in a disgusting way, Eddie Brock and Wade Wilson, Venom and Deadpool. Eddie share is body with a symbiont, an extraterrest that live inside of him. Wade is an experience that worked but like Wade like to joke about everything he ended up looking like that, his power is that he can never die, like, you can cut his body in multiple pieces, he still alive. Wade is fascinated by Venom, really, we all seen Wade let Venom ate his arm or his leg, it was a nightmare. They both lives on the base, more to control them, I think.

That is all of my co-workers, next post will be about people without power at the base or enemies we had fight, idk but it's late and i need to sleep.

Y/n

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oklcmc · 2 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

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chaneajoyyy · 2 years

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Heyyy do you know any fics where T’Challa gets pegged? (I was told to come here by sisterwifeudaku)

Heyyy!!! Well you came to the right place! Although I only found 2 writer who has pegging fics for T'Challa by @buku-writes and @tchallasbabymama

***IF THERE ARE MORE PEGGING FICS FOR T'CHALLA LET ME KNOW!!***

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tchallasbabymama · 2 years

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Troubled Waters Chapter Nineteen

Hello, my loves. Here’s the next to last installment in Nia and T’Challa’s journey. I’ve loved writing this story, and I can’t believe we’re almost done! As always, leave all the feedback you want in your comments and reblogs, and check out my masterlist to see my other works. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in anything! Enjoy😘

CW: smut

Word count: 6,711

The Wakandans knew the battle was over when the obambo collectively released an earsplitting screech into the air before their skeletal bodies collapsed to the blood-soaked earth. The army watched as the evil beings shriveled up before their very eyes. Their bodies became one with the dirt in seconds, and moments later, the obambo’s poor victims returned to their normal state. Their eyes were wide with disbelief over what they had been through, and the trauma of the ordeal was graffitied across their tired faces, but they had survived being possessed.

Just like that, the Wakandans had won the war, and the feeling of a hard-earned victory washed over them. The realization hit slowly at first, but then cheers erupted around the group of soldiers that were happy to be still standing after facing Asha’s army. They weren’t sure exactly what had happened, but the important thing was that the dreadful obambo were gone.

In the middle of the celebration, the doors to the Necropolis opened, and T’Challa stepped out, surveying the carnage.

“Kumkani wam,” Okoye hurried over to him, “The enemy has been neutralized.”

T’Challa nodded, taking in the scene. He fixed his mouth to ask about the panthers when Amare rushed to his side next.

“Where is my daughter?”

“Bast said she would return soon.”

“Return? From where?”

“You found Bast? Where is she?”

Amare and Okoye spoke over each other.

“I’m not sure,” T’Challa grunted in response to them both. He was trying not to dwell on his worries, but his voice reeked of irritation. Ever since Nia disappeared with Asha, his worst fears became realized. He couldn’t bear to live in a world without his love in it, and panic flowed from his every pore until Bast reassured him of her safety. Though her words somewhat calmed him, he still needed to use the time it took to walk up from the catacombs to center himself. He’d need to lay his eyes on Nia himself to know she was safe.

The king distracted himself by taking in the scene before him. He saw the zombi clawing at the Border tribe blankets that kept them boxed in, and he noticed the bouda had all succumbed to the panthers’ teeth and the Wakandans’ weapons. His eyes scanned over the wilted obambo remains before landing on their disoriented former victims scattered about the battlefield with varying degrees of injury.

“Call for the medics,” T’Challa ordered his General. “Get these people stable, and notify their families as well.”

Okoye nodded swiftly and turned on her heels, already alerting the medics on her beads when she noticed a swirling dark cloud above the zombi that she recognized from several months prior.

“Kumkani, their souls,” she warned, and T’Challa’s chest tightened.

None of them could anoint themselves the way they needed to since Nia’s spell made their skin impenetrable, but something about the mass of souls in the air felt different from the time at Nia’s house. They felt more at ease, less frantic than before, and T’Challa realized what had happened. Their maker, the one who held their souls captive in the realm of the dead, was dead herself.

Asha was gone from this world, and they could finally rest.

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N’Jadaka sighed impatiently as he leaned against a column in the bowels of the Necropolis. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, and his foot wouldn’t stop tapping as if it had a mind of its own. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he got tired of standing and let his body slide to the floor as he stared at a blazing torch across the walkway.

“I’m getting too old for this,” he grumbled under his breath and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the cool marble column as he tried to ignore the way his shoulder ached from fighting Chiku. The bouda had gotten some good licks in, but N’Jadaka was faster, even without the heart-shaped herb in his system. However, his body still ached. Years of being rough on it had caught up with him, and he started seriously contemplating changing his ways when he unintentionally drifted off to dreamland.

“N’Jadaka,” called a voice that he hadn’t heard in years… decades, even. It had been so long that he forgot how she sounded. Even in his dream, he felt an intense wave of sadness wash over him. How could he forget his mother’s voice?

“N’Jadaka,” she called again, and he felt a hand shake his shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked them into focus. That same torch from before nearly blinded him so that all he could see was her silhouette, but he knew it was her.

“Mom?”

“Wh- no… it’s me.”

Nia’s voice came through clear as day, but he had been sure he’d heard his mother….

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” N’Jadaka said through a yawn, “Just been a long day.”

His eyes finally focused on Nia, and he could see a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“What’s up?”

“Someone wants to see you.”

N’Jadaka’s face twisted up like he had tasted a sour lemon without warning, and he stared at her questioningly.

“Who?”

Nia stood from her crouched position, and N’Jadaka finally looked past her to the two figures that hovered just a few feet away.

“My son…”

N’Jadaka looked between Nia, Sego, and N’Jobu as if they were a complicated puzzle with no solution.

“Wh… how…”

His breathing grew rigid and shallow, so Nia placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Sekhmet kept them from us,” she explained, helping him stand. “They were in a whole different realm.”

N’Jadaka barely registered her words. His eyes became blurry with tears as he stepped forward and closed the gap between N’Jobu and himself. He reached out, knowing he wouldn’t be able to feel his father’s touch, and surrounded himself with the cool tingly air that comprised N’Jobu. It was the closest thing he could get to a hug.

“Baba,” he croaked and fell apart in the spirit’s arms.

Sego looked at Nia and noticed tears in her eyes, so he reached his hand out to her, and she took it without a second thought.

“Let’s give them some privacy,” he said.

Nia led him upstairs to the temple’s entrance, and they sat down just inside the doors. A comfortable silence stretched over them as Nia leaned her head on Sego’s shoulder until he kissed her forehead and got a good look at her hair.

“I like the braids.”

“Ngiyabonga,” Nia responded with a soft smile. “I wanted to try something different after my hair grew out-”

Sego felt her tense next to him, so he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close while the painful reminder of their predicament made Nia bite her tongue. All the grief and pain that she’d felt over his loss and tried so hard to overcome came crashing back down on her, and she buried her head in his chest to let the tears flow from her eyes once more.

“I wish you’d gone home that night, then-”

“Then it would’ve been you, and where would we all be now? Hm?”

Nia sniffled.

“It sucks, Nia, but look how things played out.”

Nia’s mind wandered to take in all the moments that led them to where they were. She thought of Sekhmet toying with N’Jadaka, and of the zombi and bouda Asha sent to kill her. She even thought back to the night she lost her best friend.

“What happened on your end?”

Sego’s breath hitched as he reflected on how he came to be in his current dilemma.

“I heard you sneak in late that night after being all fresh with your man,” he teased, and Nia nudged his chest. “Then, a little while later, the door opened again, and I saw someone heading towards you… I didn’t even think; I just acted.”

Sego cleared his throat.

“But I’m glad it was me and not you.”

“How can you say that?”

“Nia, you covered an entire army in protection magic. I couldn’t have done that.”

She had no response, her survivor’s guilt weighing her tongue down until she changed the subject.

“It’s weird that I can touch you.”

“Why?”

“You’re not supposed to be solid. When everyone else came back from the realm of the dead-”

“I never made it all the way there. That could be why.”

“Maybe… whatever the reason, I’m not going to complain.”

They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company for several minutes until they heard N’Jadaka’s heavy footsteps approaching.

“How come you can touch him?” N’Jadaka asked as he and N’Jobu rounded the corner.

“He never made it to the realm of the dead,” Nia answered.

“Lucky you.”

The teasing smile on his face let Nia know his sarcasm was benevolent, so she smiled back.

“Y’all ready to see this mess outside?”

“Actually, son, it’s not as bad as you think.”

“How do you know?”

N’Jobu grinned and patted his son on the shoulder.

“We will explain more later. Right now, you and Nia need to join your people.”

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“Asha has been defeated. Bast has returned to us. Sekhmet has been imprisoned… The war is won,” T’Challa declared from the steps of the Necropolis, and the soldiers cheered. “Go home to your families. Take the remainder of the week to rest, and we will-”

T’Challa stopped himself when the Necropolis doors creaked open behind him, and his eyes found Nia’s like magnets. Dried blood spilled down the front of her skintight, white suit, but she looked otherwise unscathed as she smiled at him. Her eyes were red and swollen, which gave him pause until he noticed the next person stepping out into the light.

“How?” the king asked, his bewilderment only growing when N’Jadaka and N’Jobu came out next.

Amare flew up the steps and wrapped Nia in a hug the moment he laid eyes on her, intercepting her before she could get to T’Challa. He pulled Sego in next and cried as he held them both.

“T’Challa.”

The king looked toward the voice he hadn’t heard since childhood and smiled at his favorite uncle.

“Uncle N’Jobu.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you look just like your father?”

T’Challa bristled at the mention of T’Chaka by the man whose life he took, but he was happy that N’Jobu’s kind eyes showed no sign of ill-will towards him.

“Only my entire life,” the king announced proudly.

“Your head isn’t as big, though.”

N’Jadaka snorted, and T’Challa tried his best to stifle a chuckle when he felt a hand slither around his waist. He looked down at Nia and kissed the healed patch of scalp on her crown where Asha ripped out her braid.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your address. You should finish.”

“You ruined nothing, sithandwa.”

“Still, go ahead.”

T’Challa nodded and turned back toward the crowd, tapping Nia on the shoulder to get her to do the same. When she whipped around, her jaw nearly hit the floor. Dozens of panthers were making their way through the crowd of soldiers and gathering at the bottom of the steps. Their eyes were glued on her as they moved, and when they got close, they bowed to her.

T’Challa grabbed Nia’s hand and stepped forward again.

“As you can all see, Nia is very special. She is a descendant of Bast herself.”

Gasps echoed around the crowd as T’Challa joined the panthers in their show of respect. One by one, everyone bowed to Nia, including her father. She looked around, at Amita and M’Baku, at Okoye, at Mandla, at Sego, and she couldn't take it. The emotions overwhelmed her and flowed out of her eyes in a river of tears.

“Get up,” she fussed at T’Challa, dismissively waving her hand at him. He caught it and placed a kiss on the back before standing up and intertwining their fingers.

“It’s what you deserve, my love.” He wiped her tears and kissed her lips softly, pulling her in by her waist. “Don’t cry. Why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad, I-” Nia blinked tears from her curly eyelashes as she stared up at him.

His eyes felt like home.

Before she could stop herself, her emotions overflowed and the words she had been sitting on all day escaped her lips, “Nami ngiyakuthanda.”

T’Challa’s face slowly contorted as the realization of her words sank in, and pretty soon, he was all teeth as he grinned back at her.

She loved him, too.

And she meant it. Her heart hadn’t changed its rhythm when she said it. In fact, as the words fell from her lips, her body took on a subtle glow that grew in intensity when he smashed his lips to hers.

Cheers and whistles erupted around the crowd, but as quickly as the noise began, it ended even quicker when the king and his love vanished out of view.

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The two lovers pulled their lips apart when they felt the telltale sign of traveling between realms, and their masks simultaneously deployed from their necklaces. Unsure of where they would end up, they held on tight to each other as some unseen force pulled them through the in-between. Unlike Nia’s other experiences in the space between the realms, they were moving upwards, floating above the veils of the realms they called home towards another one she had never noticed before.

T’Challa couldn’t help but stare at the veils, their contrasting energy and swirling colors captivating him into silence. Even Nia was amazed at the view from above, but the view of the overhead realm was something marvelous. Every color Nia could ever imagine swirled together in a magnificent rainbow that sparkled like diamonds.

“What is that?” T’Challa asked, his voice tinted with wonder.

Before she could answer, Nia felt a tugging in her gut, as if her body carried a memory that escaped her mind. It grew and grew the higher they climbed until the feeling became a recognizable sensation.

“Bast,” she gasped.

“You feel her?”

Nia nodded and held on to T’Challa as they breached the shining, multicolored realm. They were blinded by a bright light that quickly subsided, and as they blinked their eyes, their surroundings became clear. Several gods were staring down at them from golden thrones on a semicircle dais in a massive marble temple. Statues of each deity loomed over the backs of their thrones, and there were three empty thrones to the right of the center: the farthest had a statue of Bast over it that looked as though it had been untouched in eons, the next one had a statue of Sekhmet and also looked to be unused, and the one closest to the center featured a statue of a woman with the head of a cow.

A tall man with the head of a falcon and broad, bejeweled shoulders sat in the middle of the semicircle. Bast flanked him on one side and an equally-decorated cow on the other.

“Welcome to your ancestral home, Nia,” he spoke.

“Home?”

“Yes. This is the realm of the gods.”

Nia’s eyebrows nearly reached her hairline, but she quickly translated for T’Challa. His expression matched hers, and they both lowered their heads in deference to the surrounding gods.

“Nia, T’Challa, I am Ra, God of the Sun, father to Bast and Hathor here… and Sekhmet,” Ra introduced himself with a certain heaviness in his eyes when he mentioned his middle daughter. “It is my pleasure to meet you both, but especially Nia.”

“She looks just like you, sister,” said the cow, and Bast smirked.

“She does,” Ra chuckled. “Nia, step forward.”

She released T’Challa’s hand and did as he said, walking closer so that she could see the kohl lining Ra’s penetrating dark eyes. Nia held her head high, but internally she was conflicted. Her every cell was abuzz with the energy emanating from the god realm. Not only was she feel like she was recharging simply by being there, but she was getting to meet her family. Her divine family… family that could have put a stop to all the madness before it even began. Yet, they didn’t, and she just had to know why.

Ra sensed the same tension within her that he recognized from when his own daughters dealt with inner turmoil, and he reached his hand out to her, smiling when she placed her palms in his.

“I sense you have something to say. You may speak your mind here.”

His openness surprised Nia, and she decided to take advantage of the opportunity while she had the chance.

“Why didn’t you stop her?”

Ra sighed and looked down at his bare feet.

A haughty laugh echoed across the throne room, and Nia turned towards the sound.

“I have asked him that countless times,” said a deity with the head of a jackal.

“Anubis-”

“No, answer her, Ra. Thousands of souls go missing from my realm, and nothing. Had you acted sooner-”

“I am aware!” Ra bellowed, and Anubis looked on with a smirk, satisfied from getting Ra riled up.

“Ra,” cooed a goddess with the lower body of a fish and the upper body of a beautiful woman. Her melodic voice seemed to soothe Ra, and he relaxed at the very sound of his name from her lips.

Nia wondered momentarily if the goddess was connected to the sirin in any way, but her curiosity didn’t have much time to grow because the conversation continued.

“Do not let him shake you up, brother,” said a sharp-tongued man with six arms seated to Ra’s left.

“Thank you, Anansi, but he is right,” said Ra before turning his attention back to Nia.

“My actions in the past led to a fracturing in my relationship with my two youngest daughters centuries ago. It wasn’t until today that I laid eyes on either one in centuries,” he explained. “When Thoth and Mujaji told me my youngest was missing, I… I nearly lost myself. Then to find out the culprit was her own sister? And on top of that, my eldest daughter delivered a baby for her without my knowing-”

“Baba-” Hathor began, but he raised a hand to stop her.

“I am not upset at your actions, I am upset at mine and Sekhmet’s. I should have never sent her and Bast away.” He cleared his throat and looked around the room. “You tried to tell me… all of you did.”

“Ra, it is in the past now. Let us move forward,” said Thoth across the room, and Hanuman echoed his sentiment.

“The wrongs have been righted. That is what matters,” said the gorilla god.

“What will happen to Sekhmet?” Nia asked.

“We will attempt to rehabilitate her, no matter how long it takes,” answered Kokou, his flame blazing brightly from his throne.

“And we will keep a closer eye on her in the future,” said Mujaji, and Nia and T’Challa both admired his current form which looked like a walking acacia tree.

“Nia,” Bast cooed and placed her hands around Nia’s face, “you have helped bring peace to the realms and to our family, and for that, I am forever grateful to you.”

Nia looked away sheepishly, unable to adequately accept the praise coming from her ancestor.

“I know you have done so much already, but I do have one more request of you.”

“What is it?”

Bast looked behind Nia, and her eyes fell on T’Challa.

“Come here, king.”

T’Challa made his way up the steps and stood next to Nia.

“T’Challa, Nia is going to need your help.”

“I will do what I can, but what will she need help with?”

“Ruling the magic realm.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Nia’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

“Nia, I am giving the magic realm to you. Become its queen and rule it as you see fit.”

“But, I’m not royalty-”

“Nonsense!” Ra boomed, waving his hand dismissively. “You are descended from gods, my dear. You are more than simple royalty.”

“The magic realm needs you, Nia. They need a leader who can navigate both worlds, one with your powers, your heart.”

“I don’t know the first thing about being queen-”

“You will learn,” said Kokou with a wink.

Nia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and if it weren’t for the heat radiating off T’Challa’s body next to her, she would have thought she was hallucinating.

Queen of the magic realm.

A queen.

Nia, Aziza Queen of the Magic Realm.

Nia had to let the words sink in. She’d had a title, she’d have responsibilities to her nation…

“What do I even do first? The realms are a mess right now.”

“Well, dear, your first order of business should be if you want to human and magic realms to stay open to each other.”

“That’s an option?” T’Challa asked.

“Of course it is! Especially now that the humans know of the magic realm’s existence.”

“However, there is one rule,” Ra stepped in. “The dead cannot stay.”

Nia’s heart sank into her stomach.

“Why?” she asked.

“It is not the way of the world. They are not meant to walk the realm of the living, hence why they are not fully formed.”

“Can we have some time with them?”

“I will need time to heal before I can fully clean up Sekhmet’s mess, but then they have to go home,” Bast instructed.

Nia nodded solemnly, and T’Challa placed his hand on her back to steady her.

“I know I just laid a lot on you, but believe me, Nia, I would not do so if I did not think you could more than handle it. I will be with you every step of the way-”

“As will I,” said T’Challa, kissing her temple.

“Now, you two, time to go-”

“Wait,” Nia stopped Ra before he could send them back. “I’ll be the queen of the magic realm, but I have two things I would like to ask for, in return, please.”

“Very well,” Ra gestured for her to continue.

“The heart-shaped herb… the humans have lost theirs, and I would like permission to give it to them again.”

Bast smiled at her.

“Permission granted. What else?”

“My friend, Amita. She dabbled in dark magic when we were younger and injured her hands. I have tried to heal her, but couldn’t remove the dark magic still under her skin. Is there something you can do?”

“You are sure this Amita is trustworthy?”

“I am.”

“Then yes, she will be taken care of when I have my full strength back.”

“Thank you,” Nia bowed her head to her ancestor.

“No, thank you, Nia.”

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Amita leaned on M’Baku’s shoulder as they watched the soldiers leave Birnin Mutata. They rested on the Necropolis steps aside the remaining panthers, Amare, Okoye, and Mandla. N’Jadaka was deep in conversation with N’Jobu and Sego about their realm when Nia and T’Challa suddenly shimmered back into view right where they left. Naturally, everyone rushed to their sides, speaking over each other, all wondering where they went.

“The realm of the gods,” Nia answered with a sly smile.

“And…” T’Challa nudged her side to get her to continue.

“And I-may-or-may-not-be-queen-of-the-magic-realm-now,” she rushed out excitedly.

“I’m sorry, say that again,” Amare asked. The shock on his face let Nia know he heard right the first time but needed to be sure.

“You are all looking at Queen Nia, ruler of the magic realm,” T’Challa announced proudly as he twirled her around for all to see the new royal.

“You’re the queen now?” Amita asked, her jaw nearly on the floor along with everyone else’s.

“I am,” Nia grinned.

Amita squealed and pulled her into a hug, knocking T’Challa out of the way. She held her tight and rocked her from side to side before letting go and looking into her eyes.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said, and Nia started to tear up.

“So am I,” said Amare.

“Me, too,” added Sego, and the two of them wrapped their arms around their favorite girl.

“Nia, it will be an honor serving you,” said Mandla with a bow.

“So what’s first on the docket, queen?” N’Jadaka asked.

“I don’t even know yet-”

“She has plenty of time to figure that out,” T’Challa stepped in, and she broke away from her family and friends to wrap her arms around his neck.

“With your help.”

“With my help.”

They kissed for a brief moment, then Nia’s stomach rumbled.

“You’ve worked up an appetite,” T’Challa teased.

“Shit, we all have. Y’all were gone two hours,” N’Jadaka fussed.

“Two hours?!”

“Yeah, girl, didn’t you know?” Amita asked.

“No, it felt like ten minutes tops.”

“Time moves differently in other realms, I guess,” said Sego.

“What did we miss?”

“The former zombi and obambo victims are healing at the hospital, and we have contacted their loved ones,” said Okoye.

“And the clean-up and burial process will start as soon as I give the order,” added Mandla.

“Good,” said T’Challa.

“Auntie’s already planning a victory dinner; we’re just waiting on your ass to get back.”

“Then let’s not waste any more time.”

The group traveled back to the palace, where they were met with open arms at the palace gates by Ramonda, Shuri, and Celeste. T’Chaka was there, of course, and when he laid eyes on his brother, he could have died a second time. N’Jobu walked up to him and said nothing, only glared at him with fury in his eyes. His anger wasn’t even over the fact that he was staring at his own murderer, but that the man had abandoned his own flesh and blood.

“N’Jobu, I-”

N’Jobu breezed past his older brother and introduced himself to Shuri while Celeste attempted to cover her family in hugs and kisses.

“Nia has big news,” Amare boasted.

“Ubaba-”

“What? I can’t brag on my daughter?”

“So, what’s the news?” Celeste asked.

“I’m in charge of the magic realm now… Bast appointed me the queen.”

“My baby!” Celeste threw her arms around Nia once more, and the new queen smiled at her mother.

The group made their way into the palace, where they broke off to go to their respective quarters to shower off the battle and change into something for dinner.

All felt right with the world as they dined in the formal dining room with the council elders from both realms, head tribal warriors, priests and priestesses, and their families. Slow-roasted goat meat that fell off the bone and onto their plates filled their stomachs along with ever-flowing wine and a smorgasbord of side dishes and desserts. Chef Omar had gone all out for the occasion, and every living being present had their fill.

Mandla and Okoye proved to be a great team off the battlefield as well as they recounted the fight with animated vigor, keeping everyone entertained and the mood lifted. When the dynamic duo eventually became too full to continue story time, Sego caught Amita’s attention from across the table.

“Thank you for being there for Nia,” he said, and she smiled back at him.

“No worries. I just wish I had known how dope she was when we were back in school.”

“Better late than never,” he shrugged.

Amita raised her glass to his words as the River tribe elder changed the subject.

“So, Nia, now that you are queen-”

“No business talk, Feli! This is a celebration,” Ramonda chided him, and he tossed his hands up in defense.

“My apologies, Queen Mother.”

Conversation flew across the table, and though Nia participated in it, T’Challa could see her mind was somewhere else. Every time someone called her name, he watched her check back into reality. She’d get lost staring across the table at Sego or picking at her plantains, so he grabbed her hand in his and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

“Feeling alright?” he asked just above a whisper.

“Kind of overwhelmed, if I’m being honest,” she whispered back. She was enjoying being around her loved ones, but she was tired and had a lot to process from the day she’d had.

T’Challa nodded and kept an eye on her as she ate, waiting until she finished her meal to stand at the head of the table.

“Thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate this victory with us.”

The table erupted in applause, deep celebratory barks from M’Baku, and whistling from N’Jadaka.

“It is late, and Nia is very tired after such a long day, so we will be taking our leave.”

“Queen Nia-”

“Please, Mandla, just ‘Nia’ is fine.”

“It is not. You are a queen, and I will address you as such! Now, Queen Nia, I would love to meet with you in the coming weeks to discuss the reconstruction of our realm.”

“Sounds good to me,” Nia said through a yawn as she stood from her seat, “I’ll call you.”

Nia kissed Amare’s and Sego’s heads before wrapping her arm around the bend of T’Challa’s outstretched elbow, and he led her out of the dining room.

“How tired are you?” he asked with his hands snaking around her waist, making her skin come alive from his touch as they arrived at the elevator bank.

“Not very.”

The elevator doors swished open, and they stepped on, his hands still glued around her waist.

“You’re my queen,” he murmured between kisses to the column of her neck.

“I’m a queen, not your queen,” Nia giggled as he nibbled on her skin.

“You’ve always been my queen, Nia,” T’Challa whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe. His hands busied themselves with caressing her stomach, and her hips, her thighs, her breasts…

“I guess I am technically Queen of Wakanda,” she caved, and he growled into her neck, pressing his growing erection into her round cheeks. His hands weaseled down the front of her colorful maxi skirt, past her panties and the tuft of curly hairs that framed her treasure trove, straight to her clit. “Mmm, baby.”

T’Challa trailed his tongue from her neck to her back and traced along the wing-shaped scars that decorated Nia’s exposed back, making her shiver.

The elevator doors swished open on his floor, and he walked her forward until they reached his door. Instead of unlocking it, he pressed her into the cold vibranium and ran his tongue down past the strings of her halter top to the dimples in her back. He pulled down her skirt and underwear, and she moaned as he took a bite of her left cheek then her right.

“T-T’Challa… baby, we should go insi-hmmm.”

T’Challa’s fingers on one hand had made their way to her dripping center and slowly circled her opening, and the other slapped her ass, making it bounce in his face. Nia moaned from the impact of the strike, and the pain radiated throughout her body, turning more and more pleasurable with every inch it spanned.

“Nobody is up here,” he rasped. “And I will hear them coming before they catch us.”

“You want it that bad?”

“You have no idea, sithandwa.”

Slap!

Nia’s eyes rolled to the back, and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip.

“T’Challa,” Nia whined.

“Again.”

“T’Challa!”

“Mmmm.”

T’Challa’s tongue replaced his fingers without notice, and Nia’s hips jutted out, pressing his face deeper into her cheeks. He sucked on her clit, twirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves while precum dripped out of his own hardened dick into his silk drawers.

He ate her with the precision of a man on a mission to make his woman rain down his beard, and that she did. His tongue swiped up her juices, lapping at her plump folds while she keened loudly.

“That f-feels so good.”

Nia’s legs wobbled as she deepened her arch and reached back, pushing his face deeper into her pussy. She braced herself on the door with her other hand while T’Challa ravaged her. His tongue explored her hungrily while he freed himself from the constraints of his pants, stroking his length with one hand and holding on tight to Nia’s ass with the other. There wasn’t an inch of her pussy he neglected, and he drank from her when she blessed him with another orgasm.

While she was still twitching, he stood up lightning fast, and slid into her warmth, making her cry out in the empty hallway.

“Fuck, baby,” Nia hissed. She loved the stretch of him spreading her walls open and plunging deep inside, and the way his breath tickled her ear as he whispered filthy words of affirmation to her made Nia’s body tremble.

“You take me so well, Nia. Such a good girl. Always ready for me.”

“Yes.”

T’Challa’s hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her face towards his, opening his mouth and meeting her for a sloppy kiss, tongue first. He could taste the wine on her lips from dinner, and she could taste herself on his tongue as he stroked her deep, pushing her front up against the door.

“You like when I fuck you like this, don't you?”

“Mmm, yes, baby.”

T’Challa looked down between them and admired the way his dick shined with her juices.

“Got your pussy dripping for me.”

He reached around front and fingered her clit, making her hips buck back into him.

“Oooh, just like that. Throw it back on your king.”

“I’ve got a-a better idea,” Nia moaned as she wound her hips on him and his teeth sank into her neck.

“Talk to me, sithandwa.” T’Challa was struggling to keep it together with the way she was gripping his length.

“Let me ride you, baby.”

He pulled back from her neck and gazed into her eyes, burying his dick deep inside her.

“You want to bounce on my dick?” T’Challa teased.

Nia bit her lip and nodded, which prompted T’Challa to pull her lip out and suck on it as he drove into her repeatedly.

“Yes!”

“Get inside,” he growled and unlocked his door with his beads, slapping her on her ass and making her yelp. He pulled out from her, and she reached back for his hand, leading him inside the king’s suite.

Nia looked over her shoulder and admired the way his dick bobbed against his muscular thigh. It looked so delicious that she turned around and sat on the corner of the bed, pulling him closer to her face. Her mouth fell open, and the tip of her tongue flickered at the underside of his head as she led him into her warmth.

“Fuck, Nia,” T’Challa groaned, his hand resting on the back of her head, gripping her braids as she slurped up and down his shaft.

Spit and precum foamed around her mouth and dripped down her chin onto the tops of her breasts, and T’Challa needed to see more. He undid the ties on her halter top and snatched it off her body, freeing her breasts for his lustful gaze. He reached down and played with her nipples, making her hum around him as she took him down her throat.

Nia loved the taste of him alone, but the taste of them both drove her wild, and she got lost in the rhythm of sucking T’Challa’s dick. His moans filled the suite along with the loud slurping sounds Nia made around him until she pulled off of him and licked around his balls. She pressed her knuckles into his gooch while her tongue and lips took care of his sack and her other hand worked his shaft, her thumb swirling over his bulbous head.

“F-fuck, Nia,” T’Challa shuddered. “I’m almost there; keep doing me just like that.”

Nia rolled her knuckles just behind his balls, pressing into his prostate from the outside, and she felt his dick start to twitch. His breathing grew quicker, and his toes dug into his sandals while the muscles in his thighs tightened up. She quickly moved her mouth from his balls to the tip of his dick and took him in once more while he shot down her throat. Nia swallowed every drop before pulling off of him and stroking his dick, making sure she got every drop. He had more to give, so he spilled over her hand, and she licked up the mess, staring up at him with her big doe eyes.

She reached up and undid the buttons on his tunic before pushing it off his shoulders.

“Get on the bed.”

T’Challa was already sated from his release, but his dick was still hard and in her hand, so who was he to argue? The king climbed onto the bed and adjusted the pillows behind him as he sat against the headboard. Nia crawled over to him and settled herself on his lap.

“You think you’re ready for me? A queen?” Nia asked, and T’Challa’s eyes darkened with lust, making Nia giggle. “Will you let your queen ride you?”

T’Challa’s jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared.

“Answer me,” Nia whispered against his lips.

“Yes, my queen.”

Nia pressed her lips to his, and he welcomed her by parting his lips and making way for her tongue. She explored his mouth and lifted her hips, placing his dick at her entrance and squatting down on it so that it filled her up. When she was seated on his lap again, his length fully inside her, she began to rock in his lap, her hips cycloning and grinding her clit into his pelvis. Her movements were fluid as she rocked on him, and she eventually transitioned into lifting her hips and sliding back down.

T’Challa stared at her with admiration in his eyes. This woman, his woman, loved him.

“Tell me you love me.”

Nia smiled and kissed him.

“Ngiyakuthanda, T’Challa.”

T’Challa reached between them and fondled her clit, making her throw her head back in ecstasy. He latched onto her throat, and his hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his erection.

“Do you mean it?”

Nia placed her hands around his face and forced him to look at her in her eyes.

“I love you, baby. I mean it with my whole self. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner, I-” her voice cracked, and tears brimmed her eyes. “I was scared.”

T’Challa’s hands stilled Nia’s hips.

“Of what?”

“Of a few things. Being your queen, for one, but also loving someone means giving them the space to hurt you. Their actions, their words, their death-”

“Nia, I would never do anything to hurt you. You should know that by now-”

“I do.”

“I love you,” he pleaded.

“I love you, too.”

T’Challa spread his legs and thrust up into Nia with slow, precise strokes.

“You’re a queen in your own right, without me. You’re a goddess. You’re magic… Nia, I’d be a fool not to love you.”

Nia held onto his shoulders as he pounded up into her, hitting all her favorite spots while her breasts bounced in his face.

“Baby, I-”

“I know, I feel it. Let it out, love.”

T’Challa pushed Nia further up the mountaintop to her peak, where she seized up on top of him and covered him in her juices. The way her pussy gripped his length almost made him explode again, but he flipped them over so that she was on her back and dug deep into her.

Their bodies collided throughout the night as they celebrated both their victory and their love. T’Challa’s orgasms wracked through his body more intensely each time than the time before, and by his fourth, the strength of the Black Panther gave out. Nia giggled as he covered her neck with kisses and held her waist tight against him as he spooned behind her, his flaccid dick still resting in her depths.

“I’m glad you gave everybody the week off.”

T’Challa chuckled in her ear.

“That tired?”

“Mhm.”

T’Challa placed a kiss behind her ear.

“Get some sleep, sithandwa. I have big plans for you in the morning.”

“What plans?”

“Worry about that in the morning.”

“T’Challa, what pl-”

“Good night, my queen.”

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All This Love (6)

Summary: The coronation ball where it might be T'Challa's chance. Or someone else may catch Nereyda's attention

Previous Part

Pairing: T'Challa x Nereyda (OC) Word Count: 3,476 words Warnings: None A/N: Originally written in 2018. Translations: "Intliziyo yam ingewe": "My heart is yours"

Nereyda walked into the ball, tucking a free strand of hair behind her ear nervously. There were several moments through getting dressed that she second guessed going but, as promised, Nina continued to dress her as if she were a baby doll. She went as far as to shave Nereyda's legs because "you never know who might want to feel up on you." Nereyda had no intention of letting anyone "feel up on her".

As she looked around, she saw Erik standing with a woman she didn't recognize and...Nakia. Before she could turn in the opposite direction, Erik spotted her and called out her name. She had no choice but to go over.

"Hey Nereyda," he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and Nereyda looked at him wildly. That was not how they were; at best, Erik would give her a grunt before launching into speech, usually a rant about Nina and her antics. Affection outside of sex wasn't in his nature.

He turned to Nakia and the other woman. "You guys haven't officially met. Nakia, this is Nereyda. Rey, this is Nakia and her partner, Ife." Nereyda's mind went blank and then exploded as she processed what he had just said. Nakia had a partner. Who was at the ball with her. Who was a woman. And not T'Challa.

Nakia enveloped her in her arms, squeezing tightly. "It's so nice to meet you! I've been dying to meet the woman who has T'Challa in his feelings," she joked. Nereyda let out a nervous laugh. What was even happening?

Before she could contemplate further, a hush fell over the room. Nereyda turned to the front of the room as drummers led the way into the ballroom, Ramonda and Shuri behind them. Then there was another row of dancers and drummers before King T'Challa walked in.

He looked amazing. Nereyda felt between her legs jump at his appearance. He wore all white with gold detailing and...were those sparkles in his hair? She absently noticed their outfits complimented each others'. She wondered how it looked to others, T'Challa's dora standing with his cousin, his ex fiancé, and her lover.

T'Challa took a quick glance around the room before his eyes landed on her. They softened before trailing down her body in the dress he'd bought for her. When they locked eyes again, there was heat in his eyes that scorched through Nereyda and made it hard for her to breathe. They only broke eye contact when Shuri, now standing at T'Challa's right, elbowed him. He looked at her annoyed while Nereyda did her best to catch her breath. It was a mistake for her to come. If he had this affect on her from across the room, then she would hate to see what happened when they found time to speak alone. Before she could make her way to the exit though, a tinkling sound rung out in the room

His memory didn't do her justice. She looked unbelievable in his dress, the see through parts showing glimpses of brown skin he knew would be warm to his touch. His palms itched with the need to have her back in his arms. The way she was looking at him didn't help either; she was biting her lip, a glazed look in her eyes that roamed his body appreciatively. His dick twitched in his pants. She had to know what she was doing to him. When their eyes met, T'Challa couldn't help the heat he knew was in his gaze. He wanted her in the wickedest way, felt like the three months without her had been an eternity. She belong to, under, with him. He was determined she would be back in her place—

A sharp nudge to his side took him from his thoughts. He turned to Shuri annoyance on his face.

"Stop making eyes with your girl and get on with it," she muttered loud enough for him to hear. T'Challa looked around at everyone mingling. The crowd was a mixture of elders and nobility, all here to celebrate him. There were a few press members there to cover the ball, snapping pictures periodically of him, of Shuri, of other attendees. It had only been seconds of his heated interaction with Nereyda. He snuck another glance at her. She looked ready to bolt and he couldn't have that. T'Challa made his way to the dais. Someone tapped a knife against a water glass and everyone quieted.

T'Challa launched into a speech thanking everyone for their presence at what was his official coronation ball. As he spoke, enthralling the audience with his voice, Nereyda lamented at the changes he'd gone through in the time of their separation. He was more confident and charisma oozed out of him. It was hard to tear her eyes away from him. This was a king, someone who went after what he wanted; it was hard to ignore that he counted her among his possessions.

Periodically, he would meet her eyes again before sliding along to the rest of the crowd. It sent shivers up her spice to have his dark gaze on her. He was the Black Panther and she felt like his prey. Nereyda didn't mind.

He launched into his announcement; The Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, California. Nereyda pressed a hand to her chest. The idea for the outreach center was something she'd spoken about with T'Challa. It was a dream he and Erik had that she fully supported. Nereyda had held him while he vented his frustrations when he would present it in council meetings, only to have it fail. She felt an overwhelming pride come over her. He'd done it.

"I'm glad to announce that Nakia," he invited her up, "will be heading the center, with assistance from Princess Shuri and Prince N'Jadaka." The four of them on stage presented a strong force. "This is the time for Wakanda to lend out knowledge and resources to the rest of the world. We see and know of the injustices faced in other parts of the world by people who look like us. It is time to empower them in a way their own governments won't. It's time to bring the lost ones home."

Thunderous applause followed his ending and tears welled in Nereyed's eyes. She was so proud of him. He was the king he'd always wanted to be, the man she knew he would become.

After his speech, dinner was served and T'Challa was whisked away to the head table by Ramonda. There were other elders waiting to congratulate him, acting as if they had not been barriers to his success. He listened with half an ear as he watched Erik escort Nereyda to her seat. She would be sitting with Nakia and Ife. He knew they would watch out for her and keep her away from any vultures.

Dinner was immaculate, ofada ride with goat sauce and sweet plantain, injera with dora, and doorway, all T'Challa's favorites. From the head table, he tried to pay attention to what was going on around him but his eyes were constantly drawn to Nereyda. He could barely taste his food, waiting for the moment to mix and mingle.

"T'Challa, you will open the dancing with Nakia." Ramonda's voice sounded next to him. He titled his head at her. Ramonda, like everyone else, knew he and Nakia had ended things. Nakia had brought Ife as her date; T'Challa knew from being around them that their affectionate nature would dispel any reconciliation rumors. Why was Ramonda still holding out hope?

"What reason would I have for starting the ball with Nakia?" He knew she was scheming.

She leaned into him. "I see what is going on here. I saw your dora. You are making a mistake, my son. I promise that the council will not bend to your will about making her your queen."

T'Challa thought about her words. He knew Ramonda was trying to protect him but he wasn't the twelve year old she met when she married his father. He could handle himself against the council. Rising to his feet, he extended his hand to the Queen Mother. Ramonda couldn't refuse him without making a scene. She didn't have anything to worry about. There was a possibility that Nereyda didn't even want him anymore.

He led Ramonda to the dance floor, the music starting up before they started into a waltz. Paparazzi snapped pictures around them. "I know what I'm doing when it comes to Nereyda." Which wasn't completely true but Ramonda didn't need to know that. "I'm asking as your son to trust me. And stop meddling." He was firm with his words. Ramonda smiled ruefully before she nodded. She pressed a hand to his cheek. "Your father would be so proud of the man you've become." T'Challa pressed a kiss to her cheek and escorted her back to her seat.

Next, Nakia met him halfway to the dance floor and they moved in synchronized moves of people who had danced together many times. It was easy and familiar to dance with Nakia; she'd been his best friend before parental scheming forced them together. No matter what, they would have friendship and T'Challa wanted this dance to show that.

Soon, other couples joined them. Over Nakia's shoulder, he saw Erik dancing with Nereyda. T'Challa breathed a sigh of relief. She was still there and that part of the night was going well. Erik dancing with Nereyda, as his second, showed that he accepted her. Entertainment analysts would be on TV tomorrow morning picking through the unspoken words from the night but T'Challa's plan was just getting started.

Ife came to cut in on his dance and T'Challa parted from Nakia with a kiss on the cheek. Before he could make his way to Erik and Nereyda, his path was blocked.

"Surely you have a dance for sister before you spend the evening groveling?" Shuri joked. He twirled his little sister around before answering.

"My sister lives to torture me. This is just one of your ways to make sure I don't get my way." She stepped on his foot in retaliation. He maneuvered Shuri to keep Nereyda within his sight and saw that she was now dancing with...

No. Not M'Baku.

Nereyda was shocked that this man wanted to dance with her. When he cut in on her dance with Erik, she noticed Erik stiffen and she was curious about why his presence evoked that response from Erik. She accepted his offer for a dance.

M'Baku—she learned after he introduced himself and asking for her name in return—was big. Broad shoulders, bulging biceps, thick thighs that were encased in a brown tux. He had a fur iborun across his shoulder and chest that emphasized this his fit chest and waist. A brick wall, but when he grinned at her with his gap teeth, she realized he was big teddy bear more than anything.

"How are you enjoying the ball this evening?" He asked politely.

"It's nice. Everything is so beautiful. I'm actually really self conscious. Everyone is looking at me." It was true. Despite Erik, Nakia, and Ife distracting her, it was hard to ignore the eyes burning holes in the side of her head.

M'Baku threw his head back in laughter, further drawing the attention of those around them. Nereyda took a step back in offense before he soothed her, running a hand down her back and pulled her back into his arms. "You are the most beautiful woman in here. If anything, they are staring at you with envy." His voice was soft, his eyes intense on hers and Nereyda ducked her head at his words. Her cheeks were hot.

It was different to being the center of attention of a man like M'Baku. He was suave in a different way to T'Challa, that was no less intense. He wasn't being shy about his interest for her and his public attention was throwing Nereyda for a loop. For the first time in a long time, she felt butterflies at being in another man's arms.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I have been watching you since you came in, Nereyda. You have intrigued me with just a glance. I would love the opportunity to spend more time with you."

Nereyda was confused. "Do you know who I am?"

M'Baku twirled her around. "No. And it doesn't matter to me. We will get to know each other as time comes."

Nereyda took her time before answering. "You should know now that I'm a dora." She waited tensely for his reply.

"I don't care about your past. I would like the chance to be a part of your future."

Nereyda shook her head to stop herself from swooning. "No, you don't understand. I was T'Challa's—"

A clearing of a throat separated them.

King T'Challa was standing next to them. Nereyda took in his body language; it clear he was holding himself back from ripping her out of M'Baku's arms. He was not happy.

T'Challa watched M'Baku lean in to whisper into Nereyda's ear and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes were locked on the pair, on the man dancing with his woman, holding his woman. T'Challa crossed the room, leaving Shuri behind on the dance floor. He wouldn't allow M'Baku to steal his opportunity.

When he reached them, they hadn't realized he was there with how wrapped in the conversation they were. He cleared his throat. He saw the stiffening of Nereyda's spine before she and M'Baku raised their heads in unison.

"May I cut in?" he asked trying to keep his voice even. M'Baku looked between them before looking to Nereyda for permission. She nodded and M'Baku walked away. Good. T'Challa wasn't above playing the king card to get time with Nereyda. He said nothing as he swept Nereyda into his arms.

Their first interaction after their last encounter was awkward. The silence loomed between them, not in the comfortable peace that they usually could exist in, but a loud, unmovable force that threatened to choke him.

"I'm glad you came," he started softly. "You look more beautiful than I could have imagined." Nereyda didn't answer and avoided his eyes. T'Challa glanced around and noticed the frequent glances in their direction. "Could we please go somewhere to be alone?"

She finally made eye contact with him, took a deep breath and nodded. T'Challa took a deep breath too. He hoped she would hear what he had to say.

He led her from the ballroom to a parlor room down the hall. The walk was silent but he soldiered on. If after she heard what he had to say she wanted nothing to do with him, he would leave her alone. As they entered, Nereyda sat on the loveseat and T'Challa gingerly sat next to her.

"I didn't know you knew M'Baku." That was not how he wanted to start.

Nereyda's eyes narrowed in anger. "I don't know him. This is my first time meeting him. What? You think I went jumping to the next man with a little bit of power after you?"

T'Challa scrubbed a hand over his face. "No, no of course not. I'm sorry. I don't think that at all." He glanced at her face but her face was still annoyed. He sighed; she wasn't gonna make it easy for him at all. Luckily he wasn't above begging.

"Nereyda I am so sorry. The engagement was just a way to get the council to see things my way. I wasn't expecting you to find out about it before I could explain myself. If Nina hadn't—"

"No, T'Challa. It's on you!" She rose to her feet. "I never got to feel like I was anything more than your dora, your whore. You proposed to someone. Why couldn't you have trusted me enough to tell me the reason the council kept turning you down was because of me?!" It was clear she had figured out the reason the outreach center had never come to fruition until now.

T'Challa rose his feet too. "Because you would have left Nereyda! I didn't want to lose you. I still don't want to lose you." He saw tears in her eyes. "I know I wasn't upfront about my feelings for you but I didn't want to get hurt. In the process I didn't realize that I was hurting you, that you even thought I wanted anyone other than you." He stepped closer to her. "Don't you remember, usana, how I called you mine?" He took her in his arms and she melted against him in that way he remembered in his dreams. "You're mine. My adored one. There is no one else above you in my life. I love you." He looked at her deep in her eyes to convey to her the depth of his feelings. She surged up to her tip toes and pressed her lips to his.

Finally, Nereyda's mind said. His lips were warm and soft, just like she remembered and she felt that heady feeling that only being with T'Challa could evoke. He pressed her closer to his body, cupping the back of her neck to angle her face up to his. He licked the seam of her lips asking for entrance, which she granted feverishly. Their tongues tangled together fighting for dominance. He kissed her like he wanted to make love to her, like he used to make love to her, slow and languishing, keeping her steady when she wanted to move faster. Bast, she loved this man.

Soon, he slowed their kiss to small presses of his lips to her hers, resting his forehead against Nereyda's. Their breathing was ragged and she felt sticky between her legs, all just from kissing. She looked at him but his eyes were closed, his hand caressing down her back to the top of her ass and back up. She knew he was just as affected by their kiss, could feel how hard he was against her belly. Just knowing that she still had that impact on him gave her a rush.

She could hear the faint noise from the party still going on. She knew that someone was bound to realize that he was missing. "T'Challa." He seemed to be in a daze, content to just have her in his arms.

"T'Challa," she tried again.

"Hmm?"

"You have to get back to the ball." As much as Nereyda wanted for them to stay in their own bubble, the real world awaited. There was still so much for her and T'Challa to work through before they could move forward.

He opened his eyes finally, searching Nereyda's face, for what she wasn't sure. He pressed another quick peck to her lips. "I really do love you Nereyda."

Nereyda's heart soared again at his words, but she wouldn't allow herself to fall too quickly again. "I know. I love you too. We'll figure it out," she said caressing his cheek. He grabbed her hand pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "You have to go back to the ball."

"Only if you come with me."

Nereyda thought about it. "I don't think that's a good idea. I need to get home and you have guests to entertain."

The way he was looking at her made her want to bend to his will, submit herself back to his desires but she held strong. Just as he had changed, so had she. After taking in her body language, T'Challa nodded. He grabbed her hand and they exited the room.

He led her to the front of the palace where the Dora Milaje were posted. There was a car waiting in the front. He escorted her to it before opening the door for her and protecting her head as she ducked to enter. After he shut the door behind her, Nereyda rolled the window down.

"I will call you tomorrow. We'll have dinner," T'Challa said.

"Lunch." She knew what would happen if they had dinner.

T'Challa smirked. He knew it too. "Lunch then."

Nereyda smiled at him. "I love you."

"Intliziyo yam ingewe," he pressed a hand to his chest before ducking to press another lingering kiss to her lips. When he straightened back up, he tapped the hood of the car. The car pulled away.

Nereyda looked out the back window to see him still standing there, hands in his pockets. She stared until she couldn't see him anymore and they were out of the palace gates. Then she leaned her head back against the seat.

They would be fine.

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