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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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pettybetty69 · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Masterlist | Part Three

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January 1996

A unique education has been ingrained in your people dating back to the beginning of them. The ancient recherche teachings were practically considered tradition. Elemental education consisted of the sciences, linguistics, melee, philosophy, universal history, and just about everything else. It was disciplined, demanding, and most of the time, dreadfully boring. But it was required.

By 6, you, Paolo, Fina, and Delfie had a linguistics repertoire that had already surpassed seven languages. Including the archaic forms of inter-Elemental communication, Gaianus.

By 8, you four were well informed about the many realms of magic. The existence of the Asgardians, sorcerers, dimensions, the concept of the multiverse, and having an Eldritch sling ring to practice with in a place none of you kids were allowed to know.

By 10, you all began developing techniques for elemental combat and melee. From channeling shields of sunlight, breathing fire, taking a fight up into Mount Gaia’s dense clouds, to rippling the ground to knock out one another. Other times, it was simple hand to hand combat with Franca.

By 12, you embarked upon the ancient disciplines of detection and manipulation, the Aran Orionian. A long, disciplined, complex, and tedious study of many teachings involving autonomy, chemical compositions, and element analysis. Though torturously boring, it was responsible for your ability to read people, to detect the vibranium casing King S’Yan’s body, and to control the sphere of power within yourself that maintained the secret. A sixth sense.

Training always came over any studies, plans, or friends. But failing any of those things would result in disappointed looks or being grounded. So, the four of you begrudgingly had to make it work.

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There was a blur of a green clearing below your trembling hands and knees. It was as though the oxygen had been stripped from your lungs and a charging bus had slammed into you.

Rigorous pants clawed at the walls of your throat but the encompassed pain was rapidly subsiding.

“Get up! Again!” Franca’s demanding voice echoed in the forest clearing.

The winter snow had been cleared from the grassy plane for Sunday’s training. Paolo and Delfie were spent and disheveled watching the rounds between you and Franca. Fina watched nervously sitting beside the boys, reluctant for her upcoming turn.

You spat blood onto the ground. The Aran Orionian alarmed, spiking a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

Something was coming.

You swiftly threw your weight to the side and a blinding burst of glowing light shot past your eyes. The air smoked with truffles of gray. A small crater made home on the ground you were a mere second before. Your frightened stare shot toward Franca who was lunging toward you in flight, having chucked a spear of lighting a second from electrifying your face.

A shield of glowing sunlight conjured from thin air. The two of you began to fight again. However, it was short lived. Less than half a minute later, you were on your back once more, attempting to grasp a breath with Franca above you.

Her sharp Elemental eyes were green, completely green. The vibrant irises were swelled over the size of what a human’s should be. The sclera wasn’t white, just another tinted shade of the emerald tone.

“Don’t you think for a second that an opponent will wait for your re-gathering! They will come from behind and attack without provocation!!” Her voice was harsh on a rush of authoritarian adrenaline. Her deep skin was ethereally glowing, her body’s golden aureole crystalizing with her booming voice.

She continued: “You're in over your head! You move impulsively, ignorant to the consideration of consequence! Recklessness can not be spared if you don't have the necessary skill to get you out alive and unmaimed!"

Fina’s turn began and ended, and though her skills were good, she struggled against the tough opponent of her mother. Though you all loved her, there was an active resentment toward her after every combat round.

You all had recollected yourselves and stood in a spaced, horizontal line with backs straighter than pins preparing for the next sector of training.

Franca, barely disheveled, began again:

"Next, you will fight in pairs while I observe. Fina and Delfie, then Paolo and Alessa. The objective is subtle. Imagine you're fighting an opponent out there and they can't know what you really are. What will you do to use your gifts to your advantage but having it be invisible to the eye, and subtle enough to not raise any eyebrows?"

“There are an endless amount of methods to choose from. Thhere are many such techniques from the Aran Orionian, extracting the opponents oxygen, stunning the cerebellum, dehydrating the body. Or take to the Polydorus techniques of silent conjuration of chemical stunners."

She didn't talk about her "work" often. You all knew she was a journalist, quite a successful one. But you all knew, she was more than just a journalist. Same with your mother and Zio Luca. By the way she speaks of these acts without wincing, how meticulously refined her element and physical melee tactics were, how swift and silent moving her methods were..... she has to use them regularly.

“But, I want to see something new. Something I can not predict. Begin.”

After the session, winded and exhausted, you went to Franca. She had just finished critiquing Delfie's finger positioning.

"Baby, I hope you were able to retain some of it." She was always softer afterwords, but a nightmare during. "Unfortunately, it is the hurt that teaches us." She wrapped her arm around you and squeezed your shoulder.

"Unfortunately." You sighed. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"What's on your mind, baby?"

You abruptly vented about the UN. Everything about annoying cameras, you and Goldman’s talk, and T'Challa's reasoning of it all. Her demeanor cooled after your speech. Her heart rate lowered chillingly and the typically relaxed muscles of her face were stiff.

“What is it?” you asked. “Is there something wrong?”

"I wish you'd talk to your mother about this." She said, disappointedly.

"She's already paying for the plane tickets and they're not cheap. She's going to get mad at me for any sort of complaining."

"At the end of the day, she's your mother, Alessandra. She's the only one you will ever have. Pushing her buttons may be my favorite hobby, but I have to respect that she has final say on what of it you will be told."

What?

"‘What I'll be told?’" You repeated.

Her warm aureoled, Sphinx face expressed irritated regret. "Gaia, damn it." She cursed under her breath and stomped her foot into the grass. "I curse my tongue!" she shouted at the dusk sky above.

"What do you mean, Zia?"

"Merda-- just-- just talk to your mother, understand me? She'll tell you what you need to know."

"What I need to know? But that won't be anything." You grew frustrated. Not at Franca, but the idea of having to face your mother.

"I'm sorry, baby." She frowned, sliding her calloused hands down your sweaty cheeks.

"Instead of Work Saturday, I'll give you an extra session."

"But I need the money for Madrid." You sighed, disappointed. Franca shook her head and lifted your chin with her finger.

“My office needs rearranging. Train for three hours, organize for three hours, and I'll give you enough for sweets and souvenirs."

You hugged her tight. “Thanks, Zia."

She squeezed you tightly. "Remember to slip in some Cerveza's in your case on your way home, aye?" She winked green in green eye, mischievously. You chuckled and returned the wink.

As always, the training ended with you all on your knees, thanking and sending love to Gaia. Your heads would press the ground along with the palms of your hands. Then sunlight would sprout through your fingertips, through the ground, and to the zenith of Mount Gaia. Every time, there was euphoric breeze you'd like to think was her.

As predicted, your mother told you nothing. Told you to continue on with the position, "do you're supposed to do," and get out of her office. A frustrated evening, a frustrated shower, and a frustrated flop of yourself onto your bed.

"Ouch!" You yelped. Your head collided against a hard object. You whipped around, rubbing your head though the pain was gone in seconds. You saw two panels of Kapok tree bark laid on top of your silk pillowcase. It was a thick booklet with a scribbled title, "Orion's tractate."

Hm. Orion? Why Orion? He was an Elemental hunter from the 1700s. One of the victims to the genocide. Other books described him as a bit of a loon. Apparently, he isolated himself in the thick of the Amazon, surviving only on nuts and river water. He was severely unfond of the Elemental and human race, only communicating when necessary. He would only befriend the wild Tapir's and often engaged in magicless combat with the monkeys.

You waringly examined the thick booklet, your curiosity admittingly spiked. The parchment was frayed and what looked to be an entire section being devoted to the blood splatters of his enemies.

"In Adoni's name..." you breathed incredulously.

Nonetheless, your fingers flipped to the first long page of chicken scratch. "What do you have to say, Orion?"

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#fanfiction #t'challa x reader #t'challa x oc #black panther x reader #young t'challa x reader

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megamindsecretlair · 1 year ago

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This was recommended to me twice and now I know why 🫠

Missing out on the BP fics when he was alive is my Library of Alexandria 😭 it hurt so much to read this but it was also exhilarating.

The range 👏🏽👏🏽 not only being an asshole prince, but pretending-ish to be an asshole because Americans do be out of pocket when they think they can be slick. And I love the slow reveal of writing her off, getting to know her, coming to her defense, parading her around, and then fucking her brains out.

Please, him coming out the door, dick swangin, talm bout get ya ass back in her. Daddy Long Strokes for a reason 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Idc what anyone says, when a grown and fine man ask to kiss somebody I get so weak in the knees 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 i had to fan myself SEVERAL BILLION times reading this chuz gahh damn 🥲🥲 I can deff picture him slippin into Wakandan when he lost in the sauce.

And please 😭 they way he reverently watched her come undone. Like, I deff shouldnt have read this at work. Because I cant bawl my eyes out and break down like this fic requires me to.

This is everything to me 😩😩😩

“The Interpreter: Part 1 of 2″

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T’Challa x Black OC.

Mature Audience. Smut. 18+. Two Parts.

*Words in Italics represent the Wakandan language.

Summary:

Destiny Keith loves her career as a U.N. interpreter. She specializes in three East African Languages, but Wakandan is her favorite, especially when she gets to work for King T’Chaka Udaku on many important occasions. Destiny adores the popular state leader, but she despises his arrogant and spoiled son, Prince T’Challa Udaku. When the Wakandan King falls ill, Destiny is called upon to assist Prince T’Challa on a speaking tour of the U.S. as he replaces his father to discuss the King’s recent book on Wakanda’s new lead in global politics. Disappointed that she won’t be able to spend more time with the charming King, she accepts the new job reluctantly and discovers that there’s more to the prickly Prince than meets the eye.

“Baby, I’m a hot stepper none better

If you looking for a boss chick then come get her

Make a boy wait if he don’t measure

I’ll make a boy wait if he don’t measure”

Shaybo – “No Pressure”

“Ah, Miss Destiny Keith! I am so pleased to see you again.”

King T’Chaka Udaku held his hands out to Destiny as she greeted him inside the U.N. lobby. She had been waiting forty minutes. It was unusual for him to be late for anything. His Dora, General Okoye Munisi flanked his side with another Dora Milaje lieutenant. Okoye’s eyes were keen and ever watchful. Destiny gave a slight bow to the king, but he waved a hand for her to stop being formal with him. They had worked together for over a year, and she still couldn’t bring herself to be informal with him. The man had charisma and kind eyes that twinkled when he smiled.

“I want to apologize for my tardy arrival…”

Destiny’s eyes slid behind the king, and she observed why he was late.

Prince T’Challa Udaku stepped next to his father with dark surly eyes and a sour demeanor about him. His personal head of security, Ayo, was a Dora that never smiled or gave a flying fuck about what anyone might have thought about her Prince. He could do no wrong.

“Say no more,” Destiny said cutting her eyes at T’Challa.

The Prince rolled his eyes and then rolled his tongue across his top teeth that gleamed with a platinum grill shaped like panther teeth. He was dressed to impress in a tight custom winter green tweed jacket and vest with matching slacks. The soft curls in his small ‘fro were moisturized to the hair Gods. Baby boy was clean. Fine as all get out. But an arrogant xenophobic bastard. She could smell the disdain he had for Americans wafting off his skin. Coming to the U.S. for any reason was a chore for him. His bored eyes didn’t even register her anymore.

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#megamind be reading #The Interpreter #T'Challa Fanfiction #T'Challa Fanfic #T'challa x OC #Black Panther Fanfiction #T'Challa #Uzumaki Rebellion #a veritable feast #absolutely no crumbs left

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tallulahchanel · 1 year ago

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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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theunsweetenedtruth · 10 months ago

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The Unsweet Masterlist

Welcome to "The Unsweetened Truth," a haven for those who crave raw and authentic romance narratives featuring Black protagonists. As the author behind these narratives, I invite you to join me on a journey where the stories reflect my real life with a giant sprinkle of delusion. But be warned: the content found within these pages is intended for mature audiences only, with themes and imagery that reflect the complexities of adult relationships. So, take a seat, immerse yourself in the stories, and discover the unfiltered beauty of romance through the eyes of Black protagonists. And remember, all content is exclusive to this platform, protected under #unsweetimagines—because some truths are meant to be savored, not shared.

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The Adored One (Complete)*

Nereyda is a member of the Doras—a marginalized class whose purpose is solely for pleasure. But Nereyda is no ordinary Dora; she holds a special place as the chosen companion of Prince T'Challa.

Who Hurt You (One Shot)*

T'Challa, the esteemed leader of Wakanda, ventures into the dimly lit confines of a hidden establishment, not as a king, but as a man driven by his own desires. There he finds you.

Come Sit On My Lap (One Shot)*

T'Challa isn't paying enough attention to you so you decide to go out without him. You're not ready for the repercussions.

Promises (Complete)*

Erik left more than just his girl behind. It was time to keep some of his promises.

1* | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8* | 9 | 10 | Erik's Packing List

Voyeurism (One Shot)*

Discipline (One Shot)*

Another Again (One Shot)

Kinksize

Happy

The Marriage Pact (In Progress)

Honey and Erik make a pact.

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blade-liger-4ever · 4 months ago

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Introducing Boza Eldar, heir to House Eldar!

(Sorry, I got a little editing-happy with some of them.)

Now, regarding his clothing style, since Boza's a Mandalorian, I knew from the get-go that designing him in armor wasn't going to work. However, when I came across the options I used above, I realized that I could easily try and show him in a "body glove", though I had to make do with the gloves and shoes. The belt...actually fits on its own. I chose this pose to give the idea of Boza working out in the early morning, and I tried to show in his expression that he's a rather smiley fellow who isn't easily ruffled even in mock combat. As for his given name, well, let me explain that before attempting to whip up his backstory:

Boza was named, and made in honor of, Chadwick Boseman.

Four years ago, Mr. Boseman was sadly taken from the world. Many were left heartbroken and sad, most of all his family. Unbeknownst to the public until his passing, Mr. Boseman had been suffering from cancer since the late stages of Captain America: Civil War's finishing production, at least. He did not share it with anyone outside of his family, and fought it just as hard as the Black Panther would have.

On a more personal note about the late actor, I want to extend my thanks to him in this tribute. Long before he was cast in the role, the Black Panther, also known as Prince/King T'Challa, was always a favorite character of mine. I briefly saw him in Avengers: Earth's Mightest Heroes, and then sporadically in Avengers Assemble. However, my greatest introduction to the character and his backstory was brought to life by Mr. Boseman. Truly, watching him in the theater as Black Panther felt like watching my favorite side Avenger come to life and step into the real world. Mr. Boseman played the character just as poised, regal, ferocious, and honorable as I had come to know and expect of the character. In hindsight, his part of the film riveted my attention almost as much, if not to the same degree, as the story of Cap and Bucky. I was much happier for his portrayal of T'Challa than I would have guessed, and perhaps more than I realize now. And for that, I am eternally grateful he was offered and accepted the role, for without him, my experience with both the film and the character would be much duller, and my memories of the old MCU would not be nearly as bright.

Rest in peace, Chadwick Boseman. You have earned it, and may you continue your adventures as the Black Panther in Heaven.

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Boza Eldar was born the sole heir to his House in the Mandalore System. The Eldars are renowned for their prowess in martial arts, and their ability to use their words as weapons in the political games of the galaxy. As the only direct heir to the House, Boza studied across the System to learn battle strategy, martial arts, languages, politics, technology, the arts, and much more. However, during his studies, he became more and more suspicious of the Empire's motives, causing him to dig into their works in his off time - which he did not often have. Realizing the true nature of the Empire, Boza was prepared to take the matter up with his parents about pushing back when news of Sabine Wren blowing the whistle on the Empire after her tenure in the Academy spread through the System. Not long after, Sabine was accused of being a traitor to Mandalorian society, and a coward for running from her people and "justice".

Despite the people's distaste for the "runaway Wren", Boza, impressed by her courage to say anything against the Empire, was inspired to slowly build up a secretive group of Mandalorians to combat the Empire someday. His parents helped him set up the network, though it was mostly conducted through intelligence gathering and occasional "heists" that disrupted the Empire's work and transports. Despite this, the atmosphere was still tense, which grew worse as rumors of a rogue Mandalorian outside the System was wrecking havoc and combating the Empire grew - and that she was a Jedi. Although Gar Saxon insisted the rumors were Rebel propaganda and censored all information regarding his work into recent Mandalorian "traitors", Boza knew this was no coincidence.

Although he had no particular love for the Jedi, Boza's studies of history involved Tarre Vizsla, and how the Mandalorian Jedi brought peace and unified the Clans and made them the powerful Sector that they now are. There were no Jedi from his line or any other in three thousand years, and yet now, not only has a member of a prominent Clan taken a stand against the Empire, but the first Mandalorian Jedi since Tarre has appeared, standing against the Emperor by her sheer existence. If the rumors about her were true, and if she and Sabine Wren were both working for this "Rebel Alliance", then that could only mean one thing:

The Mandalore System must go to war against the Empire.

Boza's family has their own religious view of what the Jedi call the Force, and he is certain that the appearance of a Jedi Mandalorian is a sign that they must unite once again, lest they be crushed. He, Sabine, and this rogue are children, but they can lead in a firefight, or inspire others to take up arms and combat the Empire. They must grow into these roles, for their people depend on them.

When Lady Bo-Katan Kryze returns with her own army of Mandalorians and wielding the Darksaber, Boza wastes no time in bringing his forces to supply her lost troops. Working with her, he finds himself assigned as a field commander alongside none other than Sabine Wren herself. Despite her still stained image in Mandalorian society, Boza cannot help but find her intriguing. They fight well together, are evenly matched in a fight (though they each have a tendency to "lose" a match to the other), and understand their respective interests in art. Where Sabine is colorful and expressive with her artwork (both with and without explosives involved), Boza prefers sculpting. He likes to work with his hands, and it helps calm nerves and distracts from the severity of the war. Although it is joked about often, others pointing to Boza allowing Sabine to paint his sculptures and figurines as the moment she fell in love with him has much evidence going for it.

When the war is over and Mandalore has been freed from the Empire, Tristan has assumed his birthright as the new Count Wren while Sabine's younger twin sister, Sacha, has joined Fenn Rau's new Proctectors. However, both Boza and Sabine realize that even with her courage and loyalty to Mandalore being proven, most men will still avoid her due to old political wounds, not helped by the fact that even now, Tristan is arranging a marriage for himself to earn some additional support, as Clan Wren is still persona non grata, both from their time with Death Watch and Sabine's past actions reflecting on them. Despite that, Boza knows one man who doesn't care for that part of her past, and asks Sabine if she would accept his hand in marriage, offering Clan Wren the support and protection of House Eldar as a wedding gift as well.

Zeb swears the marriage was one of the biggest, and definitely the most colorful, that he's ever attended.

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That's all, folks! Almost all of this is original on my end, save the name Eldar; although they're only known as Clan Eldar in the canon Star Wars universe, I decided to promote them to a House's standing in my take. I see Boza and Sabine having three kids, though I don't think either of them would mind a fourth - or even be unhappy with just two. I didn't have a place to put this, but I envision Boza having a pet "wolf cat". It's an actual named animal in Star Wars, though it has no official art - but I'm willing to imagine House/Clan Eldar's sigil is one....

Thank you for reading, and may the Force be with you!

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clearlydiamondz · 6 months ago

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Eight

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

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"We as a nation continue to mourn a great loss. We are still in the works of pinpointing how the King and his Step Daughter were killed. The Royal Family are still waiting for the autopsy-"

The TV screen was shut off before Imani turned around to see who the intruder was. She saw that it was Erik before she sighed closing her eyes. "I didn't mean to interrupt your program, but the councils are waiting for you," Erik said walking into the living room, where she was.

For the last few days after she was medically released on the watch of both Nakia and Shuri, everyone thought it would be much safer for her to stay in Wakanda. Not being seen in the public eye since the death of her father, there were news outlets all over the world wondering where she could be.

Some tiktokers speculated that she was the one who killed so she could get the throne faster. Some other conspiracy theories thought that all of the Kambaho family was murdered. It was in her best interest not to leave the palace until the councils knew who she was and what she was capable of.

"You are fine," she whispered standing up. She wiped her dress off as he walked in front of her with a tilt of her head. "Do I look okay?" she asked him as he grabbed her hands brought them up to her lips and kissed her knuckles.

"Gorgeous.. but that ain't nothing different." he joked as she laughed lightly looking down at her feet. "Listen-" he lifted her head by the chin to make him look at her. "I don't care what happens in there. I will always be beside you.." he whispered to her. She smiled at him, almost tearing up. She threw her head back to prevent the tears from falling.

"I'm trying so hard not to cry," she whispered as he laughed. He placed a kiss on her forehead before placing a kiss on her lips.

"Let's do this." We walked to the throne room where the councils from both countries sat. The talked amongst each other until the two of us walked through the door. T'Challa stood up bowing at the two of us before the councils followed through.

"Your majesty." They said in unison, as Imani cringed. She would not be getting used to that at all.

"I have invited the soon-to-be queen and king because they will be sharing some interesting news," T'Challa replied sitting down.

"And that is?" The council member, Jean asked with a tilt of her head.

"We did a toxin screen report on the King when he passed away." she started.

"I thought he died of natural causes?" M'Baku asked.

"The night that the palace was attacked, I don't believe that they were trying to attack Amarah... I believe that they were trying to attack me. The screen reported that there were traces of cyanide in his body before he died." I replied. The council room broke out into conversation before one of the council members for Kambaho spoke up.

"Why are we just finding out about this now?" Council member, Zakariah asked. "This should have been known from the moment the King passed away."

"I understand- but circumstances enabled me to do so. I too was poisoned." I stated. Ramonda gasped as everyone shook their heads in disbelief.

"Impossible. You wouldn't be standing here to tell your story if this was true!"

"The night of the helicopter crash that took her mother, it also took her life," T'Challa said standing up as the room got quiet. "She was coding, Nakia and Shuri were trying to bring her to life but she wasn't coming to. In a fit of desperation, I allowed the two to give her the herb to revive her." T'Challa admitted.

The room ripped up into an uproar as the two sides started to argue with them. "This is the most foolish thing you could have ever done!" the merchant tribe elder exclaimed in anger.

"Kambaho now has a black panther?" Jean asked as the elders gasped at his statement.

"You guys will never have such power as the black panther!" one of their elders exclaimed. "Don't ever let that name come out of your mouth!"

Imani looked around the room, feeling a tad bit overstimulated. They were yelling across the room at each other while others were trying to plead their case. At that moment, she realized that there was little time to argue with each other and had enough.

"Enough!" she yelled. Her voice echoed across the room as everyone present turned to look at her. "I apologize if you seem betrayed that your King decided to save my life, but we have bigger fish to fry here!" she snapped. She walked closer to the middle before saying, "The Americans worked with Oshana and killed my father and killed her daughter. Their blood will not go down in vain no matter how you feel about me!"

"Princess, how do you know it was the Americans?" M'Baku asked curiously.

"The night the palace was attacked, I heard American accents," she said. "Look, they are becoming bold with their attacks. One way or another, they'll become a little too bold and it might affect Wakanda."" she finished off. The council members of both countries looked at each other before saying,

"Your majesty what do you need us to do."

"I have a proposition," Erik said. "Shuri and scientists back in Kambaho are expanding the barrier to protect also Kambaho citizens. I expect that they will be expecting this, in an attempt to get the American soldiers back." He finished.

"Well, this wasn't approved by us?" An elder of the border tribe said.

"Doesn't matter. I approved it. And plus, with these two about to be married, it is in our alliance to keep each other safe... correct?" T"Challa said. The elder said nothing as she kissed her teeth looking away.

"I know that this is bad...and I am willing to try to make amends for what happened, but right now our countries need each other more than ever. I have already lost everything I have known." she pleaded with them. The council members once again looked at each other.

"And plus, we have probably the world's strongest and smarter rulers. Physically and mentally. We are a force to be reckoned with as one." Ramonda suggested.

"I'm sure their military knows that we have them but aren't going to publicly announce how they received them considering that they were caught red-handed in an assassination and an assassination attempt of the new queen. This can buy us some time." Okoye replied as Imani raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"Time for?"

"Well your majesty, your wedding."

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"I already have to plan two funerals, now I have to plan a wedding?" Imani ranted walking around her room back in Kambaho. The two of them had just gotten out of the shower and were preparing to head to bed. A busy day awaited them with conferences about the King's and Amarah's death.

"Well you know you don't have to do this all alone right?" Erik asked her sitting at the edge of her bed. "I'm here, and I'm sure T'Challa and Auntie Ramonda do not have any problem helping you out.

"I know it's just-" she put her hands over her face and sighed. "-Usually I'm so great with this kind of thing. I know how I want it, I know what to say, I know what to do but my mind is just-" she paused trying to find the word but it never came out.

"To be fair, usually you aren't doing these things in the midst of the death of your father," he said as a matter of fact. "Look, it seems like you are spiraling-"

"You think I am spiraling?" she asked him crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not what I meant. What I'm saying is-" he stood up grabbing her hands. "You have a lot of emotions going on, and you think that you have to do it all. Because if you don't you think it'll all go too shit." Erik said.

As much as she hated it, he read her to complete filth. That's exactly how it was. The fact that her father passed away, without her being queen left her country without a proper leader in the midst of all this chaos. It seemed like it was a directed attack and to add on top of all that, she was still grieving.

"You're right... I'm sorry if I was a little snappy," she told him as he smiled at her.

"Here, I'll make a few phone calls tomorrow. They can start planning everything but nothing gets done unless you approve it." he grabbed her face as she nodded.

"Okay.. perfect. That sounds perfect." she smiled at him. He kissed her on the lips then pulled away. He then traced his thumb on the bottom of her lips.

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She couldn't fall asleep. With Erik beside her sleeping peacefully, she envied him. Her mind was running a thousand miles a minute with no end goal in mind. Overwhelmed, she threw the blankets over her body and walked out. She walked around the palace before stopping at a portrait of her father, mother, and her a few years ago.

She remembered arguing with her father the night that Oshana and Amarah moved in that they needed to keep it. Oshana hated the portrait and wanted a new one with just her father, Amarah, and Oshana. That proposition got nipped right in its side.

Her mind begins racing to the death of her father. Though after the death of her mother, they weren't as close, it was still her father. The one who trained her for the day to become queen. And it wasn't fair to either one of them that he wouldn't be able to see her. Anger filled her emotions, but just as quick as it came it went away. She knew that she couldn't kill the soldiers down stairs, or even totrue them.. but she had something else in mind.

Imani found herself on the outside of the one-way glass, looking at the soldiers who were tied up inside. No clothes on and in just their underwear, they seemed so helpless. There were about six of them who were caught. After much research, she found out that they were trained Navy Seals who were on a blackout operation.

"Good evening, I just came here to take the soldiers on a tour of the castle." she smiled at them. They looked at her confused before saying,

"Your majesty, are you sure? They seem-"

"Just open the door please and thank you," she told them. Hesitantly, they opened the door for her as the lights kicked on. The soldiers groaned in agony as she stood in the middle of the room as they looked at me in shock.

"Good evening soldiers. I hope I didn't have you guys in here for too long. I was in my grieving period." she smiled at them as they stared at her and said nothing. "Awe I apologize, I hope my guards have been kind to you. They have been feeding you correct?" she asked them. Again nothing.

Tilting her head to the side they had yet to say nothing. Grabbing the remote to the electrical handcuffs before she said, "I"'m going to release you from your strains. Please don't try anything stupid. There are about thirty Dora Milaje soldiers around this premises, and also three very super beings who can break your leg bones within a matter of seconds. So please.. don't try anything stupid." she begged them. She unlocked the controls before some of them fell over having to be stuck in that position all week.

"So I actually-" she walked to the doorway before grabbing a bin. "Grabbed you guys some clothes. I know the cold here is brutal, especially being under the structure so I grabbed you guys some clothes. Please." she opened the chest. They all looked at her, still not moving as she sighed. She looked up and saw one of the soldiers who name was Richard Brady.

"Mr.Brady is it?" she asked him. He looked confused, almost shocked that she knew his name. "See I took the time to get to know who each and every one of you sitting here. What you do when you aren't stationed, where you go on Sundays for church," she stated while taking the clothes out of the bin and placing them out. "But on a more intimate level... I know every single one of you guys has a wife and children waiting for them to get back too. Taylor, Jannette, Maria, Isabella..." she trailed off naming off the names of their wives.

"You touch my fucking wife I'll gut you!" Richard snapped at her as she sighed shaking her head, then chuckled.

"Mr.Brandy, I don't think I mentioned ever killing your wife and kids... I don't even think I ever mentioned killing you," she said. "With that being said, I'll give you guys a few minutes to get dressed. Show you guys around the castle." she turned around to give them their privacy before standing back outside. She looked at them slowly stood up and walked to the bin where they had clothes.

"Are we really going to listen to this nut job?" Micheal, one of the seals, asked confused about why they were standing up.

"Firstly, it's cold as hell in here. And two, that nut job just so happened to list of my wife's name first!?" Kyle whispered and yelled back.

"At this point, the worst thing they can do is kill us," Richard mumbled slipping on the pants. Imani couldn't help but to smirk to herself, as she saw the men give in to her demands.

"Let the Wakandian security know I am moving with the soldiers," she said patting the guards on the back of their shoulders.

As they exited the cellar, the guards followed behind them as she turned around. "You don't have to follow me," she told them. She looked at them waving her hands.

"You can leave," she responded to them as they looked at each other.

"Your majesty, w-we can't leave you alone with them," she replied.

"I think I can take it from here," Okoye replied standing in the doorway. She was in her full gear, holding her spear. Imani looked at her confused.

"Do you sleep in that?" she asked her as Okoye shrugged.

"Usually I don't. But when colonizers who are amid...well colonizing, I tend to," she replied fake smiling at the soldiers. Imani chuckled at the joke before shaking her head.

"I am actually taking these soldiers a look around the palace. I'm sure they know the inside and out of this place due to my dear stepmother, but I want them to see it in person," she said as Okoye raised her eyebrow at her.

"Of course... but why?"

"Why not?" Imani shrugged her shoulders. "Follow me," she told the soldiers as she walked passed Okoye.

Imani showed the soldiers the historical palace, showing them different artifacts and paintings that hang around. She stopped at the family portrait. It was a painting of her father, mother, and her when she was eleven years old.

"Mani!" she looked to her right and saw Erik and a few guards running towards her grabbing her arm. "Is everything alright? I heard that they had escaped?" he turned to look at them as she shook her head.

"No... I was just taking them on a tour." she smiled at him. Erik looked at the soldiers before looking back at her.

"Why though?" he asked her, confusion written all over her face.

"Why not?" she responded as she did with Okoye. Before Erik could respond, Micheal snapped.

"This crazy ass bitch, go put in her a fucking psych ward." Erik looked back at the soldiers before walking over towards him.

"She might want to spare your life but I don't mind putting a fucking knife through your eye." He reached in the band of his sweatpants grabbed a dagger and put it to the poor man's neck.

'Wait.. that was kind of sexy.. ' Imani thought but shook her head at the nasty thoughts.

"Woah their jaguar.. the last thing we need is American blood on our hands." Okoye stopped him with her spear. Erik's stare didn't stop as he said,

"Speak to her like that again, I'll send your body parts to your wife bitch ass nigga."

"What kind of sick joke is this? Huh? Y-You take us on a tour of this place before you kill us?" Micheal asked. Okoye couldn't help but scoff.

"My goodness... for a navy seal you are quite scared of death." Okoye teased them. It fell silent before Imani decided to cut the tension.

"This is the last portrait painted of my family before the death of my mother. She was taken away from me.." Imani said staring up at the picture. "And my father who was... well you know the story. You guys have a major role in that story." Imani mentioned looking back at the soldiers.

It was silent again before she turned around. "To answer your question Micheal.. no I am not going kill you." she turned around looking at them. Micheal was shocked that she knew him by name. "Trust me, I was. I was going to make it slow and painful. But then, in my revenge plan, I have seen this portrait." she looked back at it again.

"I know each of you guys have children and wives of your own, and to be quite fair I had a long thought. I cannot put them through the pain that I had to face. I wouldn't be able to live." she put her hands in front of her staring at them before saying,

"These are the hands of a queen, a ruler of her country, a leader of her people. The hands of the silver leopard., who saves and protects her country. The hands that spare. Hands that will only kill to protect what is her's. My hands will always have a place in history." she said before grabbing Michael's hands.

"These... are the hands of a murderer. The hands of evil. The hands that are owned by your government to make them do their dirty work. Who has no issue with you dying, and giving you a few gunshots to prove their grievances." she dropped his hands in disgust, wiping it on her gown.

"I'm sure that when we hand you guys over to the Americans, they'll throw you a parade, give you a purple heart, maybe even sing a little song for you if you're lucky." she chuckled. "But in the midst of your celebration, while you're hugging your family. While you receiving your purple hearts and trophies and whatnot, it's because of me. You didn't fight to stay alive. You are America's bitch. You.. are not brave by taking my father from me and attempting to kill me. You. Are. Not. Brave."

The entire room fell silent as the soldiers looked at her, puzzled and embarrassed. She cleared her throat before smiling at them. "So this is how it's going to go. You will continue your visit here in Kambaho under extreme supervision. We will release you back to your command once I am queen and I make my announcement. No one will cause harm to you or your loved ones." she responded back with a smile.

"Though I did say I won't kill you, please don't make me change my mind. You guys did try to kill me so I won't hesitate to have you killed." she then looked back at Erik grabbed his hand and looked to the guards. "You can take them back to the cell. Give them some food, blankets, and some proper bedding, please. When I return them to the Americans, I need them in good condition."

Erik was more than thrown off by her actions. He honestly didn't know whether to fear or admire the princess. As the two walked back to the room she stopped before turning back around.

"I hope I didn't offend you. I know you were a seal yourself," she responded, feeling a tad bit guilty on her tangent. He chuckled before kissing her on the lips before saying,

"Nope, honestly I think I admire you. If it was me, they would've been killed already," he said with a chuckle.

"Eh, that's the easy way out," she said continuing to walk to their room. After entering the room and shutting the door, he couldn't help but ask her,

"Why didn't you kill them?" he asked her sitting on the bed.

"I couldn't. They are only doing what they are instructed to, if I do want to kill someone it would be either Oshana or the people who instructed them," she responded with a shrug. "Plus, if I sat there and tortured them what real harm could I do? They are trained to receive that sort of pain.. and physical wounds can heal with time," she replied getting back into bed.

"Psychological wounds though? Those are what cause real harm. They'll never receive a reward within their years of service without remembering what was told to them." she replied settling into the bed and underneath her covers.

"And let's be honest, they don't seem like the type who believes in therapy." He chuckled before cuddling into her.

There was a silence before she broke it. "After the funerals, I will tell the world the truth," she whispered. Erik looked at her, a tad bit shocked before saying,

"Are you sure you want to do this? Now?" he asked her as she turned her body to look at him.

"I need to do this. With the barrier and everything that we need to have ready in order for us to become rulers, I believe I need to," she admitted to him.

"Aye.. this is a good decision. But do be warned... with everything that's happening.. the spotlight is going to be on us... for a while." he warned her as she nodded, with a smirk.

"That is what I want."

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"Yesterday, my father and step-sister were laid to rest with the ancestors and spirits of our loved ones," Imani spoke into the mic and looked at the cameras of the plentiful news stations. A broadcast that was being shown all over the world.

"It is hard, I will not say it is easy. To sit here after saying my final goodbyes, but truthfully... I have an odd feeling that this isn't our last of time being with each other. This is what gives me the courage to come here and tell you what I do now." she looked over the crowd of people.

"You guys may wonder why the Wakanda barrier may have reached our motherland. Rumors and speculations indicated that it was because of the transitioning of powers, that my fiance and I needed the protection. But in all honesty, it wasn't because of the protection of ours, but for the people of Kambaho. My father., did not die of natural causes. My father was killed right along with my step-sister," she replied. Questions and comments filled the air as gasps were heard.

She continued to tell the people of Kambaho the truth about the death of her father. Even going into description about the whereabouts of Oshana, and her part in the death. However, she did leave out crucial information about the attack on the palace. Erik and her decided that to keep America in the blind, not announcing their attack would most likely give them a chance to play make-up.

If America wasn't being blamed, how could they come and defend themselves?

"Not only was our King poisoned with Cynanide, but I was also a target. However, due to my current condition, I was able to survive the poisoning." Confusion and questions filled the answer once again knowing that the princess was poisoned. Clearing the questions, she then spoke again.

"A few years ago, when Queen Kamila and I were in a terrible accident that resulted in the death of our Queen and my mother. I, as well was on the brink of death. The King of Wakanda, T'Challa made the hard decision to break a Wakiandian law and saved me using the Heart-Shaped Herb that grants the Black Panther and The Golden Jaguar, their abilities." she confessed.

''With these found abilities, I have taken it upon myself to protect those under my leadership, taking on the accomplice of the White Leopard.""

Though she could hear the chaos that ensured, it only tuned out in her head, hearing it faded as her heartbeat increased. She stepped from the mic as she examined the crowd of reporters, asking questions about the status of their new Queen and future King.

''With that being said, I understand my country for centuries has had a huge hand in the passing of the crown to your future leaders. But under the circumstances of what we are as a country, and who we deem as threats to our security, the sooner that we have rule is the sooner I can guarantee each of your safety. For the time being, to protect our future, the events of our wedding and our crowning will only be in quarters, where you as a nation can see it from the comfort of your own homes. Only to ensure ours, but more importantly your and your families' safety and security." she said. She continued her speech, promising her country that she would find out who was working with Oshana.

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Like clockwork, she sat in her father's office watching the different news stations around the world break the news of what just happened a few hours ago. Like always, there were supporters of the princess and her true identity, while there were some who didn't.

She had more positive feedback from both the country of Kambaho and Wakanda, more than she thought initially. She was glad that her country took it well, especially with her main problem being how they would feel about the princess keeping it from them so long.

As she sat in her father’s office, she couldn’t help but feel an ick as she sat in the palace. Maybe it was the fact that it reminded her of the past, a past that she no longer was in. Without her father and mother, it didn’t just feel like home.

She heard a knock on the door before she muted the television. "Come in!" she yelled through the door. Erik stood there with a plate of food as he placed it in front of her. "The chefs said that this should bring you out of your dump." she looked at it to see Dumpling Soup of all things as she chuckled.

She and her mother took a trip to China for a few weeks when she was younger and fell in love with Dumpling soup. It was to the point where that's what everyone had for like three weeks straight until her father finally had enough.

Erik turned around seeing the news, and before he could say anything, she grabbed the remote turning it off. ''You know I can't help it." she sighed before taking a sip of the soup. She stood up before going over to her father's liquor cabinet.

"Alright, I know the old man has some good liquor stashed away, and ooh- here we go." she grabbed the Barrique de Ponciano Porfidio, the expensive tequila that he got from Mexico a few months back. She grabbed two shot glasses before putting them on the desk and pouring them a shot. Tapping the table, they threw back the shot before humming.

"Oh.. that's smooth," he said looking at the shot glass. "Well, you can have it." she handed it to him as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked. “This is worth like… thousands.” She nodded her head before walking to the cabinet. She poured herself a glass of whiskey as he followed behind her.

“Erik..” she called his name.

“Hm..” she turned around to look at him. “I don’t wanna be here.” she whispered.

“We can always go back to Wakanda.” He told her grabbing her glass as she shook her head.

“No I’m talking about long term. I don’t want to stay in this place.” She said looking around. “This place is no longer my home. Without my mother and my father, it’s just the place that’s filled with bad memories.” She confessed to him.

He listened to her as she gave more reason to her not wanting to stay in the main palace. He couldn’t help but notice how her plans now mentioned him. He knew deep down inside, that after the death of her father and as the new Queen, she could have easily broken their agreement and not gone with the marriage. T’Challa would be more than okay with it.

“And I know my mother and father have property on the boarders that we could possibly look at.” She finished. He didn’t say anything, he was deep in his thoughts, with her noticing it.

“What are you thinking?” She asked him, as he looked down at her.

“Nothing important.” He kissed her forehead before saying, “I wouldn’t expect you to want to stay here after everything. Let me know when you wanna get everything situated.” He smiled at her as she smiled back.

The two of them exited the office, making her way to her room. The two of them started to get ready for bed. Erik sat in a chair as she sat at her vanity table preparing to go to bed. “Ya know.. I was lying earlier.” He said looking at her as she looked at him through the mirror.

“About what?” She asked curiously.

“When I said that I wasn’t thinking of anything. I actually was.” He said leaning back in the chair.

“Go on…”

“I remember how you felt when we first met. About the entire… arranged marriage stuff.” He started off, standing up. “You know that because your father passed, you can become queen without the marriage.” He said walking towards her as she followed his gaze.

“Huh, didn’t think about that.” She said with a shrug. “Are you interested in creating an agreement that voids the first agreement.” she said, seeming unbothered. But quite honestly, she was pissed.

Sure, she really wasn’t up with the arranged marriage. But after these last few months, Erik deemed himself more than capable of being a King. More of the fact, she hated to admit but she did develop deep feelings for him.

Erik noticed the shift in her attitude as he smirked. “What you making that face for, huh?” He asked bending down to whisper in her ear. “Did I say that I wanted to void it?” He asked her as she bit her lip. She shook her head as he placed a kiss on her exposed shoulder. “Oh aight then.” He chuckled standing back straight. She rolled her eyes before standing up. He grabbed her waist pulling her into his chest, before lifting her chin.

“I only mentioned it because you were so worried about it when I met you. I just don’t want you to regret this in the future.” He whispered to her looking at her in the eyes.

“I mean… I’m not going to lie. When I was on medical watch, I did have that thought. Only because I knew you had your goals and what not in mind so I didn’t say anything. Honestly if you didn’t say anything, my mouth would’ve been shut.” She confessed to him.

How could she not remember this rule? When she found her father arranged a marriage for her, she made a list of things that could let her become queen. All it came down to was her father dying, or her overthrowing the crown.

“So.. you do wanna marry me?” He smirked at her as she playfully rolled my eyes. “Nah, don’t be all mean now. You do wanna be my wife.” He teased her.

“I do like you… a lot may I add.” She started as he chuckled. “I can run this country on my own, that’s a fact. But after this past year I came to the realization that I can’t let my prejudice and pride get in the way of me helping and protecting my people. Two rulers are always better than one. You are intelligent, kind, and brave and that’s what a ruler needs to be. And if it takes me marrying you to ensure that our country prosper, then so be it.” She finished as he smiled at her.

“I can respect it.”

“And plus… the sex is too amazing not to marry.”

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shamelesslyshippingocxcanon · 2 years ago

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Bucky x Reader: Wakanda

Let's face the fact that Wakanda Bucky is a dandere. He's soft and shy, and basically blushes if you talk to him

You'd be: A) This Wakandan person, whether native or adopted by SoMeOne, or B) You're this CIA agent who gets to tag along with Ross during the Wakanda-opens-up-to-the-world thing

cough cough that's the best thing to do with an OC shipped with Bucky cough cough

You're anyhow amazed at the place. It's not every day you see friendly rhinos, a black panther, a genius princess, and female warriors with Starbucks cups

I also headcanon that Okoye almost quit the Dora unless T'Challa made a Starbucks in Wakanda

And Bucky is on the list of amazing things

The first time he saw you, he was pretty sure he was hallucinating or something, you looked...different than the Wakandans he met

Shuri is the first one to catch one, you guys

"Oh! Y/n! Meet Bucky! He's this brainwashed ass-"

"Shuri!" He gets really flustered

"Y/n Y/n/l, work at CIA"

He vaguely might recall you from the area

"Pleased to meet you...Y/n"

He doesn't realize it's a crush till Steve and Natasha and Sam visit, they immediately start teasing (Nat and Sam) laughing randomly (Sam), and giving advice (Steve and Nat)

He shows up with small excuses like 'Um...Zazu the guy from the coffee shop said you missed the coffee break, and I got it for you' and 'Shuri said you have to go back to the lab...you want me to come with you?'

It's adorable

But one night you accidentally hear him while having a nightmare, you were walking outside peacefully. And you heard him, of course, you're a good person. So you went over and woke him up.

And of course, Bucky is god damned embarrassed, and he doesn't sleep with his arm and shirt on.

But you're more worried about him than the arm and the shirt, you ask him a bunch of questions

"Are you okay Bucky?"

"Yeah...I'm fine, I'm fine"

As you start to leave the blurts out if you could stay with him. Which makes you stop in your tracks. He curses himself for talking and tries to apologize.

But you accept to his surprise. Why wouldn't you?

He doesn't have to wake up all night. Best sleep ever, and you KINDA cuddle.

It would be an awesome moment to just...say you both really like each other

It slips away

But! He does come to you when he has nightmares, and you come to him with problems. Ending up spending so much time together.

He can't ask you out, not now, he's afraid of scaring you away, you're his whole world.

But you LOVE him, not like him.

Bucky and you start getting closer, hugs get a bit more common, and he actualy kisses you one time, on the forehead, a surprise for both

Shuri literally is going to die, she's gonna resort to stalking

"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO!"

"But Shuri, we do."

"WAHTTT-"

"Platonically Shuri."

Also, headcanon that Ramonda adopted Bucky

At this point, every single person in Wakanda ships you two, even the goats seem determined to push you two tougher, literally.

"Which was this ass?"

"Uh...I think it's Rumlow...?"

"You named a goat after a HYDRA agent??"

"Rumlow was the first jerk I thought of."

Finally, he asked you out. T'Challa threw a massive party in the palace, Bucky steered away and bumped into you on the top floor of the palace you looked...amazing, as you always did though

So, he manages to get himself together before talking to you

He's still shy, and he's probably gonna ramble for a bit before getting to the point.

"I really like you- Actually...I think...I love you..."

Your brain takes a minute to process it, and he's already apologizing

"I mean, you really don't have to do anything, I just had to put it out there an-"

"It's okay. Cause...I love you too."

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wakanda bucky #wakanda bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #y/n #bucky x reader headcanons #wakanda bucky headcanons

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artisticestheticreads · 2 months ago

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Me just waiting for y'all to see the new chapter of SummerTime Magic:

-SWEET BABIES-

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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Bonds United

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

"Here you go." Stephen whispered against the nape of Penny's neck, carefully doing up her zipper. He brushed some white curls away from her back, sweeping them over her shoulder. He rested behind her, looking at the two of them in the mirror. "You look beautiful darling." He kissed the side of her neck.

Penny smiled, looking at Stephen's face in the mirror. Then she turned around to capture his lips with hers. Stephen sucked on her lips and she nipped at his, before the two of them pulled away to breathe.

Stephen was dressed in a simple black tuxedo. Meanwhile, Penny was wearing a drop dead gorgeous winter blue dress that accented her skin and eyes perfectly. Stephen wrapped his finger around a curl and smiled.

"Are you ready for tonight?" Penny asked softly. She knew Christmas was usually a big thing for them in the past. The Ohioans had been here for two previous Christmas' and they always sang. Now, there wasn't enough of them to keep it going and Penny was sure they probably didn't want to anyways.

"I'll be okay. We all will." Stephen murmured, kissing the back of her hand before dropping her hand so that he could offer his arm. She slipped her hand through it, grinning.

They headed down to the main floor where the large ballroom was once again, filled with people. This time, people murmured, seeing her on Stephen's arm. She wondered if she had to stay away from the others she loved at this one, or if everyone knowing would change that.

"Hey." Steve called out, approaching them. Sam was with them, holding Chamber in his arms. Sam was murmuring to the little boy, who was looking around the party with interest.

"Hi." Penny smiled, taking his hand, so that she was holding both of the Stevens' hands.

"You look beautiful." Steve hummed, pulling her fully into his arms so that he could kiss her right then and there.

"Mm." Penny hummed, melting into the kiss. It ended much sooner than she would have liked and she saw the frustration in Steve's eyes too. Public was hard.

"Don't worry." Sam chuckled, placing hands over Chambers' ears. "Tonight is totally ending in an orgy."

Penny felt an embarrassed grin growing on her face. She certainly couldn't wait for that.

"Would you like to dance?" Stephen asked, offering a hand.

"I would love one." Penny said, holding up a finger. She kissed Sam's cheek and then Chambers' forehead and then took Stephen's hand and allowed him to lead her off to the dance floor.

As they revolved, she started to take in the rest of the room. Tony, Rhodey, and Thor were talking with a group of people who seemed to be reporters. Ghaida was sitting nearby, a sad look on her face as she watched Thor.

Loki and Bucky seemed to be hiding from everyone, in the corner at a table with their backs mostly to the rest of the party. They were both nursing drinks though neither of them were actually drinking them.

She noticed that Trang and Elizabeth weren't even there. Elijah was sitting by himself, watching her and Stephen dance. When he realized she was watching, he smiled a little and looked away.

Penny looked up at Stephen and he smiled a little, also sadly. "It's okay." He murmured. "It's our first public event after the announcement. Everyone's reacting in different ways."

"You're good at it then." Penny smiled a little.

"You forget I was a famous, successful doctor first." Stephen smirked, spinning her around, before pulling her back to him. "The best thing to do when reporters are around, is pretend they don't exist."

She smiled and then asked, "Loki and Bucky. . ."

Stephen sighed, glancing over at his soulmate. "Loki doesn't care. But Bucky does and Loki understands. So they're probably going to be together all night."

Penny looked around, "I think there are more vets here this year than last year."

"Not expecting a big turnout?" Tony's voice behind her made her jump.

"Well. . . no." She smiled a little. "Not after the article."

"Well, the thing is, Elizabeth has a special place in the true vets hearts." Stephen replied. "The things she risked to keep this country safe. I think they're here more as a show of support."

"Even though she doesn't remember." Penny smiled a little sadly.

"Elijah will keep her informed." Stephen assured her as the song came to an end.

"May I have a dance now Miss Fury?" Tony teased.

"Of course Mr. Stark." Penny teased right back, taking his hand. Stephen winked and then headed over to where Loki and Bucky were talking now.

"Mm." Penny hummed in surprise as Tony dipped her backwards and kissed her.

The two of them danced on the floor before Steve stepped in and then Natasha. Elijah came in for the next dance, which definitely brought out the murmurs of the club. Penny half wished that Elizabeth was there in the room, just so everyone could see that they were all okay with it, but the ice girl hadn't been there the entire time.

She forgot her worries though as her and Elijah danced, the two of them even laughing by the end of it. Elijah kissed her softly, his eyes warm too as he pulled away.

She danced with Vision after that, then Wanda, Pietro, Rhodey, Clint, Violetta, and Sam. Loki came away from Bucky so that he could dance with her before handing her off to Thor. Bruce shyly asked her for a dance, which was clumsy and adorable.

She went off to get a drink afterwards and rest her feet. As she turned from the bar, she yelped quietly as T'Challa was standing right there in front of her.

"T'Challa! When did you get here?" She squealed, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back tightly and then kissed her deeply.

"I arrived just now." He chuckled. "I meant to get here when I heard my cheetah cub was pregnant, but I got held up with kingly duties. It's wonderful to see you though, Princess." He kissed her gently again.

Whispers swirled up around them again.

"Is that the King of Wakanda?"

"That's not his soulmate is it?"

"So when they said the Avengers were part of it, they meant royalty too?"

"Sorry." Penny whispered.

T'Challa just kissed her again, "I do want to ask you for a dance, but I also want to check on Elizabeth. I heard she's having a hard time with the pregnancy?"

"She's worried. It's triplets again." Penny said and hesitated. "Did they. . ."

"Fury told me his child is struggling a little." T'Challa nodded. "Is she okay?"

"She is for the most part. I think she's still worried about my father though." Penny admitted.

"How are you doing?" T'Challa asked quietly.

"Besides, wondering if the child is going to be my brother or my son, I'm really good." She smiled. "But ah, I haven't seen her the entire party."

T'Challa frowned a little, looking around. "I hope she's okay."

Penny squeezed his hands. "Ghaida could probably help you find her."

T'Challa kissed her cheek. "I will come and find you for that dance after I find her."

"I look forwards to it." Penny smiled, blushing darkly.

"Penny!" Another familiar, but not expected voice said. She looked over to see Fandral approaching.

"Fandral." She replied in surprise. "What-"

She looked over and saw that Heimdall, Volstagg, Hogun, and Sif were also there. She blinked in surprise. She also saw the Guardians had all come down, including Carol. The Avengers were slowly interacting with them, hugging and kissing. They hadn't seen them since last Christmas.

"I will be back." T'Challa smiled, looking at Fandral.

"Of course." Fandral said and turned back to Penny, "Might I have a dance, my lady?"

Penny chuckled at his charm and let him lead her back out onto the dance floor, leaving her untouched drink on the bar side.

Fandral spun her around several times, before suddenly the DJ music faded.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a voice on a mic and then the strumming of a real guitar. Penny looked over at the stage in surprise.

Elizabeth looked radiant. She was wearing a dark blue dress that covered with silver sparkles. Her long brown hair had been curled, pooling up around her face, curls brushing against her cheeks. She had a mic in her hands.

Trang was just a beautiful, in a red dress with golden stitching. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant knot on top of her head, a pair of what looked like decorative chop sticks keeping her hair up. For once, she wasn't wearing her glasses and she looked beautiful. She was holding a guitar in her hands.

"There's a specific reason for this song." Elizabeth smiled a little. "Well, two songs, but this song is unplanned. I may have been told by a little birdie about an occasion for tonight. Either way, I hope you enjoy the song."

Penny and Fandral stopped dancing. Fandral led her over to where the rest of the Avengers had grouped up with the rest. Steve smiled at her.

Fandral gasped, taking Chamber out of Steve's hands. "Hello my son."

Penny smiled. She saw that Mateo was in Heimdalls' hands. His eyes seemed a little red and Penny figured whatever the problem was, it was over. Maybe?

Trang started with the guitar first.

Baby, take my hand I want you to be my husband 'Cause you're my Iron Man And I love you 3000 Baby, take a chance 'Cause I want this to be something Straight out of a Hollywood movie

The crowd laughed, because there were plenty of movies on Iron Man. Documentaries and also fan based ones.

I see you standing there In your Hulk outerwear

More laughs from the crowd. Even Elizabeth let out a small giggle as she sung the song. Bruce blushed dark red.

And all I can think Is where is the ring 'Cause I know you wanna ask Scared the moment will pass I can see it in your eyes Just take me by surprise

And all my friends, they tell me they see You're planning to get on one knee But I want it to be out of the blue So make sure I have no clue When you ask

Elizabeth looked up and met Penny's eyes, before turning back to the crowd. Penny suddenly felt the truth of the lyrics of the song and looked over to see Steve was smiling.

Baby, take my hand I want you to be my husband 'Cause you're my Iron Man And I love you 3000 Baby, take a chance 'Cause I want this to be something Straight out of a Hollywood movie

Penny was now aware of why all of the Avengers were standing with her. Tony shook his head at Elizabeth's lyrics and then pulled out the small box that clearly contained the ring that they were all going to propose to her with.

Now we're having dinner And baby you're my winner I see the way you smile You're thinking about the aisle You reach in your pocket Emotion unlocking And before you could ask I answer too fast

"Yes." Penny laughed.

And all my friends they tell me they see You're planning to get on one knee So now I can't stop thinking about you I figured out all the clues So now I ask

The rest of the Avengers chuckled as well, as she hadn't even seen the reason. Violetta took the ring out of the box and then handed it to Clint.

Penny watched as the ring- in Violetta's hand it was rose gold with silver fastenings- turn into a simple silver ring with a blue stone in the middle of it as Clint took hold of it.

Baby, take my hand I want you to be my husband 'Cause you're my Iron Man And I love you 3000 Baby, take a chance 'Cause I want this to be something Straight out of a Hollywood movie

Pa da da da da dam No spoilers please Pa da da da da dam No spoilers please

Baby, take my hand I want you to be my husband 'Cause you're my Iron Man And I love you 3000 Baby, take a chance 'Cause I want this to be something Straight out of a Hollywood movie, baby

"Penelope Fury, will you marry us?" Rhodey chuckled, on one knee, even though he already knew the answer.

"Of course I will. Yes." Penny said, begging herself not to be one of those girls who cried when they got proposed to. The song that Elizabeth had picked was perfect.

Pa da da da da dam No spoilers please Pa da da da da dam No spoilers please Pa da da da da dam No spoiler please Pa da da da da dam And I love you 3000

As Elizabeth finished singing, everyone clapped and cheered. Penny realized that they had all witnessed the proposal.

"I love you guys." Penny murmured.

"We love you too." Bruce said softly.

Penny suddenly felt weird though for a second, seeing Vi and Katya there. She looked around, seeing Ghaida was sitting by herself in a corner.

But, not wanting to ruin the moment, she decided to ignore it for the moment.

But as they all slowly dispersed, she headed over to where Ghaida was sitting. Ghaida smiled at her. "Congratulations Penny." Ghaida said warmly. "I'm really happy for you."

"Are. . . are you not. . ." Penny wanted a way to phrase her question.

"I told them no." Ghaida said, looking away.

Penny wanted to tell her she was crazy, but she knew Ghaida had to have a reason. "Why?"

"I had already told Thor that while Elizabeth is in danger I can't give my attention to anyone like that." Ghaida shrugged. "Elizabeth's memories are still gone, she's still in danger."

"Ghaida that could be years." Penny protested.

"Could be, but I don't think it will be." Ghaida answered.

"How can you be so sure?"

Ghaida stood up, looking at Penny with a look that made Penny feel she was being looked at with ancient eyes. "You'll know." Ghaida walked away. Penny watched her go and her eyes met Heimdalls, but he turned after holding her gaze for a second.

Penny decided to brush everything off. She was done with secrets. If Ghaida wanted to keep secrets, Penny didn't need to deal with it.

Another three hours passed before it was nearing closing time and Elizabeth was on the stage again. She was wearing her dog tags on her dress now and she looked proud. Penny smiled, curling into Rhodey.

She watched as the ring turned rather simple. A single, plain gold band. The prongs held a singular, small diamond in it. Somehow, the simplicity fit Rhodey and she loved it.

Soldier keep on marchin' on Head down 'til the work is done Waiting on that morning sun Soldier keep on marchin' on

Elizabeth sang, her hand flying up to touch her shoulder. Penny knew it was where Elijah's tattoo was and she looked around for him. He was touching his stomach, a small frown on his face.

Head in the dust, feet in the fire Labour on that midnight wire Listening for that angel choir You got nowhere to run

Elijah inhaled like he was in pain.

You wanna take a drink of that promise land You gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands Careful son, you got dreamer's plans But it gets hard to stand

Elizabeth's face twitched and she looked a little confused, but she kept going. Penny looked over to see if anyone else had noticed. Steve's eyes were red, but Sam and Bucky were smiling. Penny had a feeling this was their favorite song.

Soldier keep on marchin' on Head down 'til the work is done Waiting on that morning sun Soldier keep on marchin' on

Elizabeth suddenly seemed to light into flames. Not literally, but fire appeared in her hands as she held them out, singing. The others gasped and Penny's head spun to see that Elijah's eyes were blue and his hands were holding water in them.

Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast Hide your soul out of his reach Shiver to that broken beat Dark into the heat

Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Soldier keep on marchin' (oh-oh-oh) Keep on, keep on, keep on (oh-oh-oh) Keep on, keep on marchin' on (oh-oh-oh) Keep on, keep on marchin' (oh-oh-oh) Keep on marchin' on (oh-oh-oh)

She looked up at Rhodey who was also frowning, looking at Elijah.

Penny suddenly turned, looking for Heimdall.

Soldier keep on marchin' on (oh-oh-oh) Keep on, keep on (oh-oh-oh) Keep on marchin' on (oh-oh-oh) Keep on, keep on marchin'

Heimdall was gazing simply at Elizabeth, as though he wasn't stunned or surprised by what he saw.

'The little research that has been done says that a very powerful memory will bring back all of her memories.' Ghaida's voice echoed in her head.

'He won't come back until Elizabeth remembers him. Says he doesn't want to see her eyes looking at him without their love.' Loki's voice grumbled in her memories.

Soldier keep on marchin' on Head down 'til the work is done Waiting for that morning sun Soldier keep on marchin' on Soldier keep on marchin' on Soldier keep on marchin' on

Suddenly, the bird, a brilliant red one flew from Elizabeth's body. The crowd looked at it, stunned and Elizabeth's eyes followed. Her eyes were glowing with fire and the fire was all around her.

Penny looked over to see that Elijah had fallen to the floor, his hands holding himself up. A cheetah had sprung, seemingly out of Elijah. It was a glorious animal, sleek, shiny, and proud. In a lot of ways, Penny truly could see Elizabeth in the animal.

The bird let out a beautiful cry and she saw that Elijah's eyes were lit in wonder as the bird came down, soaring through his chest and disappearing in a flash of red. When it cleared, Elijah was on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily.

The cheetah meanwhile, approached Elizabeth, who stared at it. They seemed to be having an almost silent conversation. The cheetah lunged and Elizabeth flinched not a bit as it seemed to envelope her.

Then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she went to collapse, before Heimdall caught her in his arms.

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starcrossedxwriter · 1 year ago

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New Fic Alert: Unbreakable (Erik Killmonger x Black Wakandan OC)

Listen. I have 0 self control lol so here we are with another oneeee. This is a Black Panther AU in which Erik was raised alongside T'Challa in Wakanda after his father died and returned to America at 18. And Nakia has a sister (our OC).

Summary:

Naja, the younger sister of the Queen of Wakanda, hated few things. And at the top of that shortlist: Prince N’Jadaka. Well, if she were honest, he was the entirety of the list. Once destined to be a princess of Wakanda, Naja was the picture of kindness and grace. Now, she is hailed as Wakanda’s most fearless, dangerous, and reclusive war dog. After more than a decade of putting as much distance as possible between her and the life she almost had, Naja is forced to come face to face with the person she hates most again. With a threat looming over Wakanda and lives at risk, Naja must decide if trusting Prince N'Jadaka is worth the risk before it is too late.

So because these folks are actually fictional lol I have a face claim for our OC for once! But like all my OCs, you should picture yourself if you want.

This is for my Erik Killmonger girliesssssss! Trying my hand at something new (we'll see how it goes lol) Let me know if you want to be tagged.

#black writers #michael b jordan #michael b jordan fanfic #black panther #erik kilmonger x reader #erik killmonger angst #erik killmonger #Erik Killmonger fic

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pettybetty69 · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Young T'Challa x Enhanced!reader Word Count: 4.8K Masterlist | Part Two

January 1996

You got in.

It didn’t feel as good as you thought it would.

Hearing the news delivered by your school's headmaster and praise from your professors besides Volkov unsettled something within you.

It felt.....superficial. As if deep down they all knew you didn't deserve it. Like their professional nods or smiles were nothing but a mere facade. Home wasn't much better. When your mother got home that evening she ripped you a new one. You were sent off to bed without dinner to "sit with what you've done." While on your bed, eating a peach from a tree that sprouted from the floor, the consequence only made your feelings stronger. After what those men did to Fina and they were mad at you?! Ridiculous! You couldn’t rid the image of her petrified eyes.You were right to do what you did! You were... right?

There was no point to questioning because you were.

…..You had to be.

The only thing you felt guilty for was how you spoke to your Zio. It crawled at your skin. You could barely sleep because of it. When you did, you drowned in a nightmare that woke you up shivering in tears. It was the vivid image of your father’s disappointment. The droop of his stormy eyes, the frown hidden within his graying beard. Its vividity clouded you as you sat at the kitchen island in the early hours in the morning waiting for Roberto to wake. He forgave you when he woke. It was wholehearted and sealed with a prolonged hug. Yet as you hugged, you didn’t feel any better. If anything you felt worse. Like the forgiveness was handed over, not deserved.

Professor Volkov was getting to your head. Talking to someone didn't stop the thoughts from rolling in anymore. You couldn’t take it. You locked her words and doubts into a bottle that sat in the deepest crevice within yourself. It wasn’t like anything bad ever came from doing so.

_________________________________________

T'Challa didn't often question himself. At 15, he was one of the most academically intelligent teenagers in the world. Other than his uncle, it was rare for anyone to question his intelligence, let alone him.

He had grown to know your voice over the months. The accented sound of it. There was a rasp to it and an expressiveness which made him feel like he could see the grin, laugh, or frown upon your face when he'd hear it. When you got in, he expected to hear the excitement in it which would make his heart palpatate. There was a softness to it he didn't concieve was even possible. It was fragile like a rare crystal glass. He heard you unrelentingly question yourself and the credibility of the program.

It made no sense to him. It puzzled him. To him, it was clear: if someone wasn't capable, they wouldn't have gotten it. Yes, nepotisim was out there, but it wouldn't effect a prestigious organization. Yet again, he recalled the first day he met you.

"It isn't exactly a surmise..."

But the ambassadors had nothing to do with this, he reason. You had applied and won. They said any student within the selected schools was a contender, therefore it was fair. All within reason.

He heard you dismiss the paranoia rather quickly. There was a small voice that whispered to him not to let it go. He must have been getting ill, he thought. But then was not the time to be. Soon enough the program would embark and soon enough you'd be seeing each other.

______

A room that was spacious but minuscule compared to the assembly room was set for the program. There were four round tables with five seats at each placed in an expanded square. There was also a long and thick rectangular one parallel to the windows that viewed the Hudson.

He’d arrived an hour early with two Dora who watched his every move. The room was filled a small number of photographers, a drove of security, and by now, appearingly eighteen other members. The two women, Uuka and Akonya, observed the room with intimidating glares. But that was the Dora Milaje. Observant, deadly, and devoted. The fiercest protectors of Wakanda and its small royal family.

He stood stiff and concealed beside them, practicing stoicism. He knew they'd report every little detail to his uncle under his kingly request. From looking at a girl a second too long to the make and model of the watch on his wrist which he frequently checked. He knew they disagreed with the King's decision of his foreign residency. That beneath it all they supported him. But at the end of the day, they were Dora; and they were to serve the ruler of the Wakandan throne. So stoicism it was.

He checked his watch again. It was fifteen minutes until the meeting was to begin. He hid a sigh, not necessarily annoyed because he was well aware of the time management track record of Latins.

As if on queue, the double doors to the room swung open and a small mass of guards marched through. It caught his attention and those around. There was a girl in the center with refined posture and narrow roseate face. He immediately recognized her as the Princess of Morocco and she was suddenly unmistakingly staring right at him.

A glimpse of what was past her shoulder made his breath hold. There you were. Just there. There in a nice amber dress with curtains of your curls pinned back from your face. That face. Caramel-toned and sharp, but carried a warmth the sun would cower to. The sun. It's brightness couldn't compare to vivid shade of green that made his chest feel as though it were melting.

The image of you was shutting away. 3/4th's of the way through there was a dull ram. He jolted, aware of his surroundings again and that the guards let the door close on you. He ignored the miniscule tinker of pique that struck in his stomach.

An Italian sounding "ouch" muffled through the door.

He affirmed the Dora it was fine but fully aware they still followed his every step. He walked past the last of the men with a glare of resentment.

"Gaia, what happened to chivalry?" The same muffled voice scolded sarcastically.

The sound of your voice made him chuckle and he opened the door. There you were again. He gulped. Those bright eyes traveled up is body and met his eyes. The sun wouldn't dare to rival the ball of light that exhibited before him. That smile grew like the cheshire cat.

"There it is." You grinned.

"Hey. Oh-"

He stumbled back on his feet feeling the sudden weight of a person on him. The lack of space gave him no space to think. There was a squeeze from the arms wrapped around his upper half. A head of soft curls were burried in his face. The heat of another person against his chest. There was a soft woodland scent of a perfume. He shut his eyes just for a moment. Then he thought of how the Dora must be a second from pouncing. Luckily, as his uncomfortable hold softened, you did too.

He could see your face once more. Bright and lively, he wondered if it was because you were in New York again. He remembered you telling about how one of your aunts was from one of the buroughs.

"I missed you, if you couldn't tell." You gushed, joyously. Missed?

"I didn't know you had such an inkling for New York." He stated.

"No. Well... yes, partially. Signore Delmar's sandwiches, i've been dreaming of them for the past week." You rambled on. "Anyway, it's you who I'm primarily happy to see. I've missed you. Truly."

He felt the uncomfortable feeling arise again. You tilted your head with a playful curiousity. He then realized he hadn't spoken spacial moment.

"It has only been a mere few months."

"Four." You corrected.

"Four, yes. We spoke just three days ago."

"Speaking is different than seeing."

He knew that. He knew that too well.

"Is your staring going to a regular occurance, Challa? Or shall you take a picture? It will last longer." You brazenly teased. He scoffed.

"Is your candid transparancy going to be constant, Alessa?"

Your chin tilted down, your eyes scanning your solidity. He laughed.

"Bast, stop it. Always?"

You giggled and playfully narrowed your focus accusingly. "Aren't you supposed to be a genius?"

"Am."

"One of us has to be." You shrugged. "We both know that isn't going to be you."

Us. We. The words waved through him. Us. We. There was a curl that had fallen from the pinned back curtains. He had the urge to lift his hand and brush it back behind your ear. He imagined what the skin of your cheek could feel like as his fingertips scathed past. It was smooth and looked softer than kente cloth.

Your head had tilted once more. It was familiar. You felt familiar. A primal feeling within him. Not only from the day he met you, but with every phone call too. He felt like he knew you.

There was a snap of the camera. With the flash, the moment died. He flicked his head to see one of the photographers stroll off and aim her camera at the instructor with another member.

"Challa, what's going on?" You asked. Your sight was bouncing around the room before you both, colder than moments prior. Seemingly, analyzing it like a sponge.

“There was a form about giving permission to be photographed. They must have good use for it." He reasoned. "It would not be done if it wasn't necessary."

He watched over every inch of your face. Partially, taking in the long absence of it, the other half trying to configure what you were thinking. Your more than apparent transparency made it easy for him: Unease.

"I don't know, Challa."

"Concrete reason hasn't been given to believe otherwise. Nervousness is to be expected when facing the unfamiliar. The amygdala engages, expulses cortisol and adrenilline-"

"Triggering the sympatheic nervous system." You finished. The words rolled off your tongue. Your face finally turned to him. An expression came across it. One he couldn't decipher. "If the genius says it, it must be true." You teased again. There was a small smile and a half-hearted chuckle.

The lack of acknowledgement to your own. He resulted to shaking his head.

"It's ten minutes till. The seats should be filling soon. I-" He stopped himself. "Shall we sit?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, like the joining word was ordinary. "Just tell me where."

You could see over the months he had grown taller, a little fitter... maybe a little cuter. Was handsome the appropriate word? You didn't know. His practicality and mellowness was something you grew to enjoy. He was different from the constant rambling and the macho/feverent boys you knew. Though there was some part about him that made you wonder what was underneath.

You were almost sure what you were feeling wasn't nerves. There was something you couldn't explain. They were too well dressed. There was one too many photographers. Maybe T'Challa was right. Jumping the gun had only gotten you in trouble.

He was right, as within a few minutes, the last empty table filled. Everyone had tiny pins of their nations flag to their shirts. At yours was a standoffish white boy from South Africa. Next, a boy from Egypt who you couldn't tell if he was simply uncomfortable speaking to girls or uncomfortable in the sense of possessing misogyny; because he refused to hold any conversation with anyone beside the two boys. Lastly, a clearly reluctant girl from Argentina. She was every obviously disappointed her seat was the last was available, as with the South African boy. What a crowd.

The boys spoke amongst themselves and the girl had no interest in the decency of a respose. You let it go and watched the room. Instead of the regular 2 to 4 photographers there were six. A good mix of men and women but all were physically fit dressed black uniforms. There were four security cameras in each corner, a substance similar to a microphone attached to each.

*snap*

There was a man who began to take center stage of the room by the windows. The boys conversation seemingly finished and you leaned close to T'Challa.

"What's his name? I didn't read the guide." You whispered.

"Of course you didn't." He whispered back, cheekily.

"Shut up."

He snickered to himself. "His name is Adam Goldman."

This "Adam Goldman" looked like every other 30 something year old diplomat in a nice powder blue suit. His dirty blonde hair was gelled and his perfectly aligned teeth were unnaturally white. Very American.

You barely realized your had raised an eyebrow until T'Challa abruptly: "Do not even start, Alessa."

"What?" You accused, innocently.

"He's more than qualified and his resume is legitimate. Its been checked." He explained in an attempt to tame your traveling suspicons. You sighed. It sort of worked. Though you did wonder how he knew. But that question could wait.

"If the genius says so." You teased. He shook his head with a sharp breath but his attempted repressed smile couldn't be missed. "But thanks."

You could sense a rush of dopamine within that head of his. His wide-set eyes were less melancholic than the last time, you noted. The shared gaze lingered a little longer than it should have and like the time before, he turned his attention to the front and you followed.

"Settle down, everyone. Settle." A few of the adults laughed as it seems most tables didn't say a word to one another. The man's deep eyes scanned the small audience. A man cam He looked back to you, you wondered if he did it on purpose or not.

"Welcome, everyone. My name is Adam Goldman and I have honorably been selected to be the moderator and instructor for the UN's first youth leadership program. My job is little compared to the twenty of you. The selection of each and every one of you was handled delicately and with care. Please give yourselves a round of applause."

Everyone did as told.

He embarked in a speech with a brief explanation of his humble origins. Very brief. He then dove in an extensive list of accomplishments and influential allies. Presidents, prime ministers, monarchs, senators, and ambassadors. Extensive. He proceeded to say he was there to be a "mentor for your young minds" and to "share my vast knowledge to youth."

You didn't like him. Not one bit.

Goldman had the room introduce themselves one by one. As the room went around the churn began again. There was a few familiar surnames, a duke, a viscount, even a princess. Most attended prestigious boarding schools between New England or Madrid area. Last was your table and T'Challa went first.

"I am Prince T'Challa, son of King T'Chaka of Wakanda. I'm fifteen years of age." It was easy to forget he was what he was. His posture as refined as it was, his Wakandan accent clear as blue sky, and his clean cut sweater should have made it obvious.

He continued: "This is an good opportunity and i've learned the importance of making use of them."

You could feel a heat across your cheeks. The dress over your lap was all you could muster your courage to see.

He did sound very princely. It was easy to forget he was what he was. You should have known by his posture as refined as it was, his Wakandan voice clearer than a blue sky, and sweater as clean cut as it was; it A blush came across your cheeks.

"I will share with you, your highness. When I discovered Wakanda had decided to join the forum, I was shocked. Believe me when I tell you that says a lot." Goldman spoke with a pompous chuckle. Gross.

T'Challa dryly nodded his head anyway. Goldman continued: "After the invasion and tragic passing of the King, your nation's willingness to participate has not gone unappreciated by me."

There was a change in his eyes. He seemed to freeze beside you. You could sense a change in his head. Cortisol and adrenaline were what you could identify.

He only nodded again. Underneath the table, you put your hand over his. His neck tensed. You removed your hand immediately.

"And you, young lady?"

"Yes, signore?"

He raised his light eyebrows, motioning you to continue.

"My name is Alessandra Vitale. I am representing Italy and will be fifteen a week from today. As for the reason I'm here, will and nepotism are to thank."

Chuckles came to the room.

His diplomatic face overcame with an unsurprised chuckle. "Your transparency is noted, Ms. Vitale. I see you hold up to your family's name."

"I can hope. But, it's quite obvious I'm not the only one here under the same conditions." You joked. No one was laughing. Not a smirk, not a smile, just a thick silence.

"Be careful, Ms. Vitale. Your comments may leave some of your acquaintances offended."

"Offense? For what, honesty?" You impulsively refuted.

"Rudeness. As I hope you all read the paperwork as asked, any kind of bullying will not be permited." He spoke to the room.

"Bullying? Where does that come from? How is Honesty bullying?" You asked. He started to get more serious.

"That's enough, Ms. Vitale."

"But I'm just aski-"

"Enough. Ms. Olivera, please."

*snap*

Great.

______

A flash, another flash, one after another made you feel like you were going to throw up.

T'Challa was close behind you as you sat in a tall chair in front of him. The two of you were at the edge of three horizontal rows with 18 other strangers for photographs. Smiles were plastered, and it was clear; all of you were a bit unsure about what was happening.

Mr. Goldman stepped close to you as you were on the edge. You looked up and noticed a thin scar underneath his chin. He spoke to the cameras. "These are our chosen ambassadors for the UN's first youth program. They are our future and will be working with our most experienced to know how to build a bigger and better future for all. In two weeks, we will be meeting in Madrid to tour the city, discuss assignments, and begin our outreach."

It was like a collective breath released when you all could break away. T'Challa offered his hand before you had the chance to get out of your seat. It soft but the pads were calloused. "Thank you." You smiled.

He hummed in acknowledgment. He appeared a bit better than before, but still, a sadness still lingered. He opened his mouth to say something when his attention went behind you. You turned, and it was the charismatic instructor.

"I apologize from my interuption. But Ms. Vitale, I'd like to speak to you before you go."

You didn't want to but did anyway. You told T'Challa you would find him in a bit, and you walked with Goldman to the quieter corner of the room above one of the cameras. You could feel it on you.

"So, Ms. Vitale. I believe we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Being an enemy is not my intention. My only job here is to be a mentor and mediator for you all."

You stared at him, analyzing him with every thing you've learned. Other than his ostentatiousness, you couldn't distinguish what it was.

"Mmhmm." You hummed disatisfied.

His ordinary face appeared put off.

"What's the deal with the cameras?" You questioned, not breaking a glare. "It's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"They're here to capture everything, Ms. Vitale. The photos will be used for the newspaper spreads and features on morning programs. This is all featured on the guide."

Of course it is, you thought

"And the members? I don't think there's a single person in here who doesn't descend from some form of noteriety. Royalty, politicans, and billionaires. Quite the deception for a 'fair chance.' "

His chin lifted higher. "Nothing appears to pass you, Ms. Vitale." He chuckled to defuse the tension.

"So my answer wasn't wrong?" You shot.

"No. No it was not." He surrendered. He looked around to see who was near and who could be watching. He drew you outside the door, far enough the cameras.

"What I am going to tell you, I trust is between you, me, and the fencepost." He prefaced. You struggled to remove your glare.

"When there's a name attached to a cause bigger traction is brought. There are many sectors who we are working with are in need of as much as they can get. Animal sanctuaries, children's hospitals, rec centers. The Vitale/De la Vega association alone would help them tremendously." He empathiezed passionately.

"This does not mean your aquaintences are unqualified, Ms. Vitale. But if you give them a chance, you may see what they are capable of."

You recalled Signora Volkov's conversation. You felt bad now. Guilt came in a pounding wave to your chest.

He seemed to sense it because he began to speak gently. "I must admit, I have a strong admiration for your family. Sébastian De la Vega, I've been listening to him since the 70s. He was a man of such passion and dignity. I had the privilege of seeing his final show; it was a blessing to hear him sing. Do you?"

"It's a blessing not to hear me sing, signore." You admitted. His diplomatic laugh seemed less disingenous.

"How unfortunate genetics can be. But they can be a blessing. TO me, there is no question you have your mother's wits. Ambassador Vitale... even as a grown man I find her a tad terrifying."

She snickered a little bit. "Yeah, tell me about it."

"Terrifying, but undeniably brilliant. Even now, how much she has done for society as a whole understated. I along with many others are desperate to know what your grandparents did to raise the triplets to be such driving forces."

You shrugged with a snicker, not knowing the answer.

"If you are anything like your family, you will thrive here. I'm just here to help if needed, though I highly doubt you will need it."

"Not as of now, signore."

He took a long breath and looked back into the room quickly. "It appears you are also quite close with the Prince of Wakanda. I've spoken with him briefly earlier. He's quite a tough nut to crack." He said in a light tone.

"I mean, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders again.

"It may be unprofessional of me to ask if the pair of you are- how do the kids say it? 'Going steady?' "

"Going steady?"

"It must be a sole American term. I mean to ask if the pair of you are dating."

Your heart suddenly pounded. "Dating? No. No. We're friends." You just realized you were rambling.

"Well." He sighed, setting his arms firm against his side. "This talk has been eye-opening. I wish you the best of luck, Ms. Vitale. I look forward to working with you."

"Thanks. Ditto, Mr. Goldman." Maybe you were wrong. He seemed professional and personable. Sure, he was overly charismatic to the cameras. But after all, everyone puts on a little bit of a show.

You found T'Challa not long before it was time to leave. You found him near the walls, face utterly stoic. Cyprus would be proud.

"A coin for your thoughts?" You wandered to him.

"My opinion of diplomatic politics is descending alarmingly quick."

This made you laugh. "Bast sent a partner to bear through it, remember?"

"I am considering the rope may have been the better option."

A laugh was shared.

"So, how was the boy from Egypt?"

He sighed tiredly. That's all you needed to know.

*Snap*

"Oh Gaia, I'm going to break one of those cameras I tell you!" You hissed to yourself. You avoided sending a glare to the photographer because she was doing her job, but still it was very irrating.

"That would be an marvelous way to embark this year. Destruction of property." He sarcasically teased.

"Shut up." You giggled, slightly embarrased. He seemed to have a field day with himself. It was nice to see his smile. It made you. He checked his watch after a few moments.

"Is time running out?" You asked afraid of the answer.

"I will call you Monday before classes, approximately the fourteenth hour. You'll be at the cafe, I presume."

"Oh? So you're calling so soon?"

Quiet confusion spread across his noble face.

"I thought three days was no big deal. Or four months for a matter of fact." You continued. He rolled his eyes again.

"You missed me. Face it." You spat with a smile on your face. He sucked in a breath as he appeared to search for words.

"Two weeks without your long tirades will break me from my routine."

"I'll fullfill my duty if you fullfill yours."

"And what is that?"

"Being a logical nuisanse. Deal?"

"Deal. Monday?"

"Monday."

Goodbyes took longer than expected. There was always one more thing that had to be said. More like, one more thing you had to say. It perpetuated when he realized you were there by yourself. He admitted he didn't like the idea of you wandering the city alone. What he didn't admit was how it made him nervous. Purposefully, you waited to tell him your mother was friends with the head of UN security. You took this time to take in every inch of his royal face. The ascend and descend of his beating heart. How mellow his Wakandan tone was. How dopamine would flood when your gazes would linger.

He was cute. Really cute. He was right as per usual. About Goldman. Maybe about the program too. You felt safe around him. You felt at peace. It took his guards approaching with their scattered vibranium shutting you up for the two of you to part ways.

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A roaring engine echoed off basement parking walls. The valet swift caught a pair of keys. Steps echoed down a luminecent hallway. An elevator and another followed by a steep descent of stairs. A room with several screens installed into a cement wall replayed footage. A few agents were jotting down the details of images.

"Report: The thirteenth of January, 1996. Currently: 0200 hours of the fourteenth of January 1996. A.G. will be speaking his account." An agent spoke into an audio recorder.

"Session one is completed. All attendees are in place along with their private security. Positive reception from the ladder and former. I suggest we proceed slowly with our implements."

"Is there an order of recommendation?"

"After session two in Madrid, persuade Germany with practicality and the US with financal convience."

"Agreed?"

The agents murmered agreements. "Any obstacles?"

The man hesitated. "A potential few."

"Wakanda's guards are severely protective over him. Handle delicately. Either they will be one of the last to persuade or engage in moments they are preoccupied. There are high paying partners who are waiting, so we must acclimate."

"Anything else?"

"Potentially Italy. She's suspicous. From my observance she is socially intelligent, guarded, and brazen. The mother-daughter relationship is turbulent but the mother's traits are indubitably strong. She and Wakanda are attached at the hip. It's claimed to be a friendship between the two parties but their behavior clearly dictates otherwise. He is severely intelligent but socially ignorant. If he doesn't catch on, his guards certainly will if the Italy-Wakanda companionship pursues.

"I told you all a Vitale was too risky! It'll damn us all!" Twenty-four individuals all snapped to hiss at the renegade agent.

A sullen looking man watched them discuss. He was slouched in a steel chair. "You Americans are like child. Weak and coward." He spat in broken English.

"Violence attracts suspicion, Nakamura. You are ordered to disengage." The commander said. "This is an order for all of you."

The man rolled his eyes and spat a foreign slur. "Dare to doubt my ability?" He scoffed. "I make short and quick. No witness, no mistake. She will keep quiet."

"You are ordered to disengage." The commander repeated, intimidatingly.

He laughed humorless with shake of his head. "Forget deal already? My ambassador gave direct orders-"

"Damn your orders! You are in America now and you are to follow your superior's orders! And I am ordering to disengage!"

The man sat back in his seat, a seething snarl on his scarred upper lip.

The room was quiet.

"I am confident in my capablities to keep Italy at bay, sir. She's still a young girl who hasn't lost her naivety. As long as they're seperated, I believe we are ready to proceed."

"Then we will. Close the recording." The commander turned to the speaker. "We'll rendevous in two weeks, Adam."

"Of course, sir."

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stxar-pvnk · 6 months ago

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I don't even know if this is going to reach the right audience since unfortunately, in some way the rp community excludes minors that rp,

Well I'm looking for a long term rp partner who can keep up and contribute to the rp, keeping up with consistency too.

Im not a big OC person, and I only have a few specific ships.

The fandoms that I rp: Merlin BBC, sherlock BBC, supernatural, teenwolf (some I haven't watched the whole of the series so bare with me)

I have other fandoms that I'm in, but I'm not sure if I want to rp them at the moment.

Yes I am a minor, but with most of my rps

1. Nsfw isn't much of a thing Im entirely interested unless, my partner expresses interest in it and/or it contributes to the plot

2. Some of my rps I don't even do ship rps, I'm aiming for more plot and platonic rp.

||—Characters that I'm willing to play in fandoms—||

SUPERNATURAL : Sam Winchester (aka; boy with the demon blood

MERLIN: Merlin (aka; the greatest sorcerer to walk the earth)

SHERLOCK: Sherlock Holmes, (aka; not a puzzle solver, a drama queen)

||—Ships I'm willing to rp—||

MERLIN: Arthur X Merlin

SHERLOCK: sherlock X john

SUPERNATURAL: Sam X Gabriel, Sam X Castiel

MARVEL: Tony X Steve, Tony X Bucky, Tony X t'challa

||—Platonic pairing I want to rp—||

MARVEL: Tony and Peter (father son Platonic pairing)

SUPERNATURAL: Sam and dean (brother/ father/son Platonic pairing)

SHERLOCK: Mycroft and Sherlock (brother/father/son Platonic pairing)

TEENWOLF: ???

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My discord is @sp1d3yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Add me and we can start, I accept any age, as I simply see rp as a way to share ideas, create stories and make friends. Please be respectful of that.

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tallulahchanel · 1 year ago

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I've been moving, adjusting to my new apartment, working on my podcast and book, but I really need to update a fic, I'm not sure which one.

#fanfction #fanfic writing #black panther fanfiction #T'Challa fanfiction #t'challa #T'Challa x oc #black panther x oc #nakia fanfiction #nakia #nakia & oc #nakia & kya #kya shauku #kia & kya forever series

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theunsweetenedtruth · 6 months ago

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I would go toooo!!! Can’t resist the eyes 🫣

Troubled Waters Chapter Three

Hello, my lovelies, I’m back 🥰 Recovery is going well, so I started working on this chapter a few days ago, and voilà, c’est fini! I hope y’all enjoy the chapter but know I’m still working on some requests so these probably won’t be weekly updates. I’m shooting for every other week with requests in between, but we’ll see how it goes. Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything, and check out my masterlist to read my other stories and oneshots. There’s plenty of content for y’all to enjoy! As always, likes are appreciated, but your comments and reblogs really make my day.😘

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Sego watched with concern from across the garden as yawns replaced Nia’s usual morning ballads. After the third yawn stretched over her usually cheery face, he set his magazine down on the metal bistro table and interrupted her daze, “You didn’t sleep well last night?”

“No,” Nia pouted as she turned to face her friend. “I kept waking up every couple of hours and then when I finally got to sleep, I kept hearing a voice talking about ‘the thinning’ over and over. I don’t even know what that means.”

“Sounds ominous. Did you ask Celeste?”

“Of course I did,” she snapped and immediately regretted it. “Sorry, I’m tired.”

“Clearly,” he rolled his eyes and she narrowed hers before spraying him with the water hose. “Hey!”

Nia giggled and went back to her plants as she pondered the message from her dream. Sego picked his fashion magazine back up and flipped through the colorful pages. He wasn’t one for clothing around the house, but when he was in public in his human form, he liked to keep up with the trends.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of them, and minutes passed before an idea came to Nia as she stroked a large monstera leaf. “You know, mama wasn’t much help, but someone else might be.”

Sego set down his magazine again and his face turned serious.

“Plan B?”

“Plan B,” she nodded.

Sego cracked his knuckles and stood up, “I’ll get the drum.”

Nia finished up outside and washed her hands before piling a plate full of the excess sausage and grits she had cooked with Sego in mind. He wasn’t hungry that morning, so it seemed her leftovers weren’t meant for him in the first place. Nia opened the ritual by placing the plate in the center of the altar and lighting her frankincense resin. She wafted the smoke around their bodies and Sego’s drum, opening them to the spirit world as she hummed the unnamed tune that always came to her during rituals. Once Nia set the small clay pot of burning resin back on the altar, they were ready to begin.

The two friends got into position with Sego placing the drum between his legs and rubbing his hand lightly over the head to set his intentions while Nia stood tall with her head and shoulders back as she waited for him to begin. A few moments later, Nia came alive at the first strike of the drum. She let go and allowed herself to get lost in the sacred sounds, stepping in rhythm. Her feet carried her counterclockwise as her upper body snaked forward and back, being pushed and pulled by unseen forces. When her head began to tingle, she fell to her knees, triggering Sego to pick up the pace as she swayed from side to side with her eyes closed and head tilted back. Nia’s ears began to ring with a high-pitched tone that grew louder and louder until her body grew warm and her eyes flew open. She saw a swirling aura above her, and even though she had hoped to contact Bast, she welcomed unknown spirit. She figured it had something important to say since they usually just communicate through the veil. However, this one felt the need to deliver it’s message in person. Nia’s irises turned white as she parted her lips, allowing the being to enter her body. Goosebumps appeared all over her skin as the high of possession took over her, and the spirit settled into her flesh. The room went quiet as Sego carefully observed his friend. She showed no signs of danger, but he held tight to his drum, ready to banish the strange spirit if necessary.

“Who are you?” he asked, and Nia’s head quickly shot to his direction.

“I am Oma,” she spoke in a gravelly voice that unnerved Sego. Despite the chill that went down his spine, he recognized the name as one of Nia’s distant ancestors, and his apprehension waned. However, his curiosity grew as he wondered how she was able to travel to them so easily.

“What do you want?”

“To warn you.”

“Of what?”

“The realms, they are moving.”

“Moving how?”

“Closer. Space between getting smaller and smaller,” she droned.

“What do you mean?”

“The dead will walk among the living, and the humans among your people.”

“But how is that possible?”

“Bast. Her magic weakens.”

Sego’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“Well, how-”

“You cannot stop them. Worlds collide.”

“Who is ‘them’?”

Nia’s head rolled back, and her body began to convulse as the spirit prepared to leave her host.

“No, not yet!” Sego tried to stop her, “Who is doing this!?”

“Be careful. She is precious.”

“Who?!”

Nia’s mouth flew open, and Oma exited her body before disappearing back into the realm of the dead. Sego rushed to his friend and caught her head before it hit the floor, laying it softly on her altar pillow. He grabbed the blanket Nia’s ugogo had woven for her only grandchild and laid it over her shivering body. Confused by what he just witnessed, Sego returned to his drum and closed the ritual with his skilled hands striking the instrument in rhythm. The sound cleared the air, and the vibrations traveled to Nia’s passed-out form, waking her from her state. He played softer as her chest heaved, and she reoriented herself with the world. Nia sat up slowly when her breathing returned to normal, her chilled fingers clinging to the blanket as she looked to her friend. Sego nodded and laid his palms flat on the drum.

“It was...scared,” Nia spoke softly as she ruminated on the spirit’s emotions. “Who was that?”

Sego pointed to the photo of her great-great-great grandma and her sisters. His finger landed just above the shortest one, all the way on the left. Her smile was the brightest of all her sisters, and her wings the biggest.

“Oma?” Nia asked through her brain fog as she tried to piece together what had just happened. As usual, she could only remember how the spirit felt in her body. This one felt anxious and in a hurry. “She’s never spoken to me before. What did she want?”

She attempted to stand, but Sego picked her up and carried her to her bed.

“I will tell you later. Right now, you need to rest.”

Before she could even protest, Nia’s body betrayed her, and she fell into a deep slumber. She slept the day away and woke up to fragrant smells wafting from the kitchen. Sego knew she would need to refuel after what she had just experienced, so he had prepared a hearty dinner to build her strength back up. Nia dragged herself into the kitchen right as he scooped the stewed meat and vegetables over a large bowl of rice. No words were spoken as she slid into the chair and dug into her food as though she hadn’t eaten in days. Sego took a seat on the other side of the table and waited for her to finish. It didn’t take long at all, and when Nia’s body finally felt full, she leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath.

“So, what did she say?”

Sego’s face contorted into a grimace as he spoke, “She, uh...she said the human realm and the realm of the dead are moving closer to ours.”

Confusion clouded Nia’s face as she tried to wrap her mind around Sego’s words.

“But how? Bast-”

“Is weak. Oma didn’t say how or why, but her magic is failing.”

Nia’s breath caught in her throat, and she looked down at her hands, testing her powers and making them glow a vibrant purple.

“I don’t feel any different, though.”

“Maybe because your magic was gifted to you, she doesn’t have to maintain it like the veils?”

“I didn’t think they required upkeep.”

“I didn’t either, but they’re thinning somehow.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes as Nia thought about Oma’s message before another question entered her mind.

“Why her?”

“She didn’t say,” Sego shrugged, “but she said to be careful and that ‘she is precious.’”

“Who?”

He shrugged again, and Nia stood from the table with conviction, “We should go see my dad. Maybe he’ll know more about her.”

“It’s worth a shot,” he lisped as his forked tongue flickered out and his body melted to the floor. His spotted skin turned to brown and black scales as his arms absorbed into his torso. Nia left to grab her bag, and she returned as his legs melded together. Sego slithered up her body and draped himself over her shoulders. When he got settled, Nia closed her eyes and felt the atmosphere thicken as she transported them to the magic realm. It was much easier than it was the last time she visited over a week ago. Usually, traveling through the veil felt like swimming through water, but it felt more like walking through a downpour this time.

“Did you feel that?” she asked Sego, and he nodded lazily.

Nia walked out her front door and warded it up tight before turning around and facing her other world. She smiled at the vibrant blue sky and breathed in the fragrant floral air before taking the first step into the magical realm. Her stomach twisted with anxiety as Sego’s words echoed through her head, but she was quickly pulled from her trance when a little voice called out on her right.

“Sawubona, Nia!” Adana waved excitedly, and Nia couldn’t help but grin at her young neighbor as she played with her doll on her front porch.

“Sawubona, Adana. How are you feeling today?” she asked as the girl glided over and hugged her waist. Sego slid down Nia’s shoulder a little, and his tongue tickled Adana’s cheeks, making her giggle.

“Good!” she said proudly as her wings flapped behind her.

“Let’s keep it that way,” Nia chuckled as she booped the little girl on her round nose. “I see you’ve been practicing flying.”

“Mhm. Umama said I’m not allowed to fly higher than this yet,” Adana said as she motioned to the few inches between her feet and the ground.

“That’s probably best. You remember what happened last time.”

Adana nodded, thinking back to when her mother had to carry her to Nia’s late one night with a broken wing.

“Umama says she’s gonna teach me how to go higher when I get bigger, and-”

“Adana, dinner!” Zita called from her kitchen, and the little aziza’s wings fluttered even faster at the thought of whatever her mother had prepared for her. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Zita was a fantastic cook, and despite having just eaten, Nia’s stomach grumbled at the thought of another meal. Especially one prepared by Zita.

“Tell her ‘hi’ for me,” Nia called out as Adana quickly waved goodbye and flew indoors. Sego shook his head fondly at the little girl as the door closed behind her, and Nia was thankful for the brief interaction calming her nerves.

As a known healer to all, Nia was very popular among the residents of Birnin Umlingo, the Magic City. She returned waves and short greetings as she made her way to her father’s place, which wasn’t too far from her own. When Nia and Sego arrived at the baobab tree Amare had fashioned into a cozy home for himself, she found him lounging on a limb with a book in his hand. Amare looked up from the page when he felt someone near, and joy spread across his face at seeing his greatest creation. Both of them started to glow faintly as they laid eyes on each other, and his large orange wings spread out as he flew down from his resting spot. Amare enveloped Nia and Sego in a warm hug and kissed her cheek before rubbing the python’s head.

“What are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t come visit my old man?”

“Who are you calling old?” he playfully scolded her as he held the intricately carved door open for her to come inside. She looked around at all the human gadgets that filled his home and smiled warmly at his treasures. Nia had always loved his collection, but the books and records were her favorite. Sometimes, they were all she had during the lonely days of her childhood.

“Oh, nobody,” she played coy as she removed Sego from her shoulders and set him on the ground. “How are you, ubaba?”

“I can’t complain, especially today,” he winked.

“Because your favorite daughter is here?”

“Of course! And I have a date in an hour.”

“A date?!”

“Yes, he’s taking me to a restaurant opening in the town square.”

“Sounds fancy. Who is this mystery man?”

“I’m sure you’ll still be here when he arrives. You can meet him then,” Amare said excitedly before another thought crossed his mind. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you! I popped over to the human realm and got these.”

He held out his arm, and Nia marveled at his brand new kimoyo beads, “Ooooh, those are nice.”

“Aren’t they? Top of the line,” he bragged as he examined the new bracelet that he had almost no use for in the magic realm. “Enough about me, though. Is something up? You never drop by unannounced.”

Nia sighed and plopped down in her favorite high-backed leather chair.

“Something’s wrong, ubaba.”

Amare’s eyebrows furrowed, and his wings sank a little as he sat across from his daughter.

“What is it?”

Nia explained her dream and the ritual to him and watched as his face contorted in confusion and disbelief.

“-and then she was gone.”

Amare leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his face.

“Oma, huh?” he asked, and Nia nodded. “She was a powerful medium when she was alive. I guess if she can communicate with the dead from this realm, then she can easily communicate with the living from the realm of the dead.”

Nia nodded and continued, “I was trying to reach Bast when she cut in.”

“Hm...maybe she didn’t ‘cut in.’ If Bast’s magic is failing, she might not be able to hear you wherever she is.”

“Maybe you should ask T’Challa,” Sego quipped from the other side of the room as he changed back into his human form. Nia shot him a look to be quiet, and he smirked.

“The king?”

Nia sighed, “Yeah, I forgot to tell you I saw him again.”

“Sure, ‘forgot’ to tell him,” the shapeshifter mumbled.

“Sego!”

He put his hands up in defense, “Ok, I’m done.”

“So what happened this time? Did he recognize you? I hope you gave him a piece of your mind. King or no king, nobody hurts my baby and-”

“Ubaba.”

“What? I’m just saying. So what happened?”

“A bad man tried to hurt me, but before I could do anything, he showed up. He insisted on cleaning my wounds, so I let him, and…”

“And?”

“And he saw Zita and Adana, so I had to tell him about us.”

“You what?!”

“He had questions! What was I supposed to do?”

Amare sighed. “Ok, well, what did he say?”

“He was shocked, but I think he responded well. He didn’t treat me like a freak or anything.”

“That’s good. He seems like a decent, level-headed man.”

“I don’t think he’ll tell anyone. He was-” Nia was cut off by a ringing in her head as the protective wards around her home warned her of a visitor. She could tell by the low pitch that they were coming from the human realm. “I have to go, ubaba. Someone’s at my door.”

Amare and Nia stood while Sego sank back down into his python form and slithered over. The father and daughter hugged each other tightly and said their goodbyes before Nia and Sego were out the door and on their way home.

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Earlier that same day, T’Challa sat on his throne and halfway listened as the council argued over trade agreements between the tribes. His attention waned somewhere between the third and fourth attempt to compromise, and his mind wandered to the conversation he had with Nia almost a month ago. He hadn’t been able to get her off his mind lately. Not just her, but what he learned that night, too. He could barely wrap his mind around magical species existing in the first place, much less within his borders.

He was jolted back into the present by a nudge on his left arm and frowned at his cousin.

“What?” he whispered under his breath, knowing N’Jadaka could hear him. The prince also had the heart-shaped herb pumping through his veins from his coup attempt a year ago, so his senses were just as enhanced as T’Challa’s.

“Quit daydreaming,” he responded, equally as low so as not to give their conversation away to prying ears.

T’Challa fought an eye roll and straightened up in his throne.

“Let’s table this discussion for next week,” he cut the conversation short. “Now, is there anything else on the agenda for today?”

“No, my king, but I have one more thing I’d like to bring up,” said the Merchant tribe elder tentatively.

T’Challa nodded for her to continue.

“There have been some strange happenings among my people,” she began. “Just yesterday, a woman wandered into the market yelling about creatures nobody had ever seen before, then she collapsed and started seizing.”

“You’re concerned about a psychotic or epileptic episode?”

“It’s not so much the episode as what came after, your highness.”

“Ok…”

“She died before the doctor could get to her...and then she disappeared before the coroner could examine her body.”

“What do you mean ‘disappeared’?” T’Challa’s eyebrows furrowed as he leaned in closer.

“The men who transported the body were found knocked out cold...and when they woke up, she was gone.”

“Sounds like there’s a sick motherfucker around here somewhere,” N’Jadaka muttered with his signature scowl on his face. “Bodies don’t just disappear for no reason.”

The king ignored his cousin and focused on the Merchant elder. “You said she mentioned strange creatures?”

“Yes, my king. She looked deranged, and she spoke of creatures with dripping claws and visible skulls...She seemed terrified.”

T’Challa leaned back in his throne, and his mind wandered to Nia again, but this time with purpose. That didn’t sound like any creature he had ever heard of before, but he wondered if she had. His thoughts were interrupted by the Mining tribe elder.

“Also, if I may?”

T’Challa motioned for her to continue.

“There have been multiple sightings of abnormally large hyenas around our province.”

“There were some sniffing around the entrance to the lab this morning, but the Dora scared them off,” Princess Shuri added. “They didn’t look like any hyena I’ve ever seen. They were huge!”

M’Baku’s breathing faltered for a moment; he had heard of creatures like that before. When he met Nia a year prior, he began to worry about the existence of other, more dangerous magical species, and now his fears seemed to be coming true. He couldn’t just come out and say it, though, especially since several of the council members already considered the Jabari to be a backward people. He didn’t need “superstitious” added to the list of reasons not to like them. However, he felt that T’Challa might be a little more open to what he had to say. M’Baku decided a private audience with the king would probably be best.

“Hm...has anyone else noticed anything strange or unusual?” T’Challa asked the room, and two more hands went up. He nodded to the Border tribe elder, and the older man cleared his throat before speaking.

“We took a man into custody yesterday for killing his wife. He claimed she was alive when he left for work, but when he came home, all that was left was her bones. Of course, he’s claiming innocence, but the neighbors say they didn’t see her at all that day, which was unusual. But, um, we’re not sure how he was able to remove the flesh so easily. There looked to be bite marks.”

T’Challa looked to his little sister, who had a horrified look on her face, and grabbed her hand in his. He turned to his other side and saw N’Jadaka’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“What the fuck kind of sick shit y’all got going on over here?” he mumbled so only the king could hear.

“I’m not sure,” he whispered back. The king turned back to the council and gestured at the River tribe elder. “And you?”

“Sightings of strange fish in the river, your highness. Human-sized, much larger than what we are used to.”

T’Challa’s eyes shifted to his right and he noticed the Jabari chief’s nervousness, despite his best efforts to mask his feelings.

“Anything else?” T’Challa asked the council, and they all shook their heads. “N’Jadaka and I will investigate these claims further and have a report for next week. Meeting adjourned.”

The council members saluted him and took their leave—all except one.

“My king, may I have a word privately?”

T’Challa looked at M’Baku knowingly and motioned for the chief to follow him. The two of them, along with the prince and princess, retired to T’Challa’s office to continue their conversation.

“What can I do for you, my friend?” the king asked as everyone filed into the room. Shuri sat by the window and looked out at the country nervously, obviously spooked by what she just heard. N’Jadaka plopped down next to her and tried to seem unbothered, but he couldn’t stop fidgeting with his lucky knife, repeatedly flicking it open and closed in his left hand. M’Baku sat across from T’Challa at his desk, and his leg began to bounce involuntarily as he waited for the king to sit down.

M’Baku cleared his throat anxiously before he began, “We Jabari have many...beliefs that the rest of Wakanda seems to have let fall by the wayside. I only bring this up because of what I’ve seen with my own two eyes, but I believe the elders’ reports. Call me superstitious, but there are forces out there that you would not believe. Even I haven’t seen everything, but there is someone who might know what to do-”

“You’re saying you believe the crazy lady?” N’Jadaka scoffed.

“I do not believe she is ‘crazy’. I believe she saw something none of us could ever imagine.”

“Ok, and her body?” The prince challenged him as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“I do not know...but I know who might.”

“Who?” Shuri chimed in as she tore her eyes from the scenery.

“She lives with the Border tribe. Her name is Nia-”

“Olu?” T’Challa’s eyes lit up in recognition, and M’Baku couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You know her?!”

“She was the woman who was almost abducted a month ago. How do you know her?” the king asked curiously.

M’Baku wasn’t sure how much he could say without outing her as a non-human.

“She wandered into our territory once when we were still separate from the rest of you. She was very...odd,” M’Baku looked to the king, who seemed to understand his meaning. He wondered just how much he knew of her identity. “She might be able to help.”

“Odd how?” the prince interjected.

“It’s hard to explain,” the king brushed him off to avoid further prying, making M’Baku nod along. The chief still couldn’t tell how much T’Challa knew, but he kept his mouth shut nonetheless. “I will go talk to her.”

Shuri and N’Jadaka shared a look. They both felt like they were purposely being left in the dark, and neither appreciated it.

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Nia snuck back into her home in the magic realm and quickly threw on a headwrap before taking a deep breath and opening her door to the human realm. Her stomach twisted up again as she laid her eyes on the king and his guards standing on her doorstep.

“T’Challa, hey,” she greeted him nervously as she leaned against the doorframe with Sego still draped over her shoulders. Nia noticed the two fierce-looking women on either side of him look at her questioningly for her informality, but they said nothing.

“Hello, Nia,” he smiled before noticing Sego. “How are you today?”

“I’m alright. I, uh, actually just got back in from visiting my ubaba.”

“With that?” T’Challa motioned to Sego, and the python stuck out his tongue.

“Sego? Yeah, he likes to get out sometimes,” she said as she stroked her companion’s head. Nia backed up a little and opened the door wider for him, “Anyways, come on in.”

The king ordered the two guards to stay on the front porch, and they stood at attention, looking out at the village. Several of Nia’s neighbors had noticed their arrival and were trying their best to seem inconspicuous as they spied on her to see what was going on. It wasn’t often that the king came around, so the rumor mill started turning almost immediately.

Once T’Challa stepped into the familiar home, keeping a wide berth from Sego, Nia closed and locked the door behind him. They made their way over to the kitchen, and the king sat down in the same hand-carved chair he sat in the last time he was there.

“Can I get you anything?” Nia offered politely as she made her way over to the stovetop and started warming up a kettle she had filled up the night before. “I made a tea blend that helps calm the mind. I’m about to have some myself if you want in.”

“Sure, I’ll take a cup,” he responded with a smile. He watched her scoop the prepared herbs out of a jar and into two reusable cotton tea bags and place one each at the bottom of a mug. She worked in silence as she tried to calm the anxious feeling that had crept back into her bones after leaving Amare’s. Sego could feel her shaking and squeezed her just a little bit to get her to calm down. She relaxed at his hug and poured the hot water into the mugs before carrying them back over to the table. Nia sat down across from T’Challa and blew on her hot tea before taking a small sip. He did the same and smiled at the flavor. “This is delicious, Nia.”

“Thanks,” she gave a small smile back as her stomach fluttered at his compliment. “So...what brings you here?”

The king sighed and leaned back in his chair, watching intently as Sego slithered down from his perch and curled up in the corner. “There have been some strange activities around the kingdom, and I was wondering if you might know anything about it.”

“Strange how?” Nia’s head cocked to the side, and she placed her elbows on the table as she leaned in closer.

“First, there was a woman who was found dead in her home. Her neighbors saw her the day before, and her husband claims she was alive when he left for work, but all that was left was her bones,” he spoke carefully and observed as fearful recognition clouded her face. Nia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but she easily put two and two together. The thinning had begun.

“W-what else?” she asked as she leaned in even closer.

“Another woman’s dead body disappeared. She wandered into the market screaming about horrifying creatures, then she seized and collapsed...but her body never made it to the coroner,” he paused to make sure she was still with him. She motioned for him to continue, and he spoke again, “There have also been reports of abnormally large hyenas and fish, but that is less concerning than the other two.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Nia mumbled as she got up and hurried to the bookshelf. She pulled out a large leather-bound book and opened it to a page near the middle before flipping a few pages forward. When she landed on what she was looking for, she set the heavy book down in front of the king. His eyes traveled to the page and widened in fright at the image of a childlike being with a mouth as wide as its face and sharp teeth on display.

“W-what is this?”

“Eloko,” Nia answered as she sat back down. “Long ago, our queen banished them to their own part of the forest. They’re harmless if you ignore them, but if you take pity on them and let them into your home...they’ll eat your flesh in minutes.”

T’Challa scanned the page, taking in every horrifying detail he could as he attempted to calm his heart rate. Not many things frightened the unshakable king, but he was completely out of his element. His mouth went dry as he attempted to speak, “And the other woman?”

“I’m not sure, but…”

He tore his eyes from the book and looked up at her. “But what?”

“I don’t want to jump to conclusions because it’s not a common occurrence, but when bodies disappear like that, there’s usually dark magic involved.”

“Dark magic?”

“Yeah...like I said, it’s not common, but over the years, there have been a few aziza who use their gifts in ways the rest of us do not approve of.”

“Like…?”

“Like creating zombi.”

“Those are real?”

“Very,” Nia shuddered and downed her tea. T’Challa’s eyes fell back to her book, and he began flipping through the well-worn pages. It felt old like it had been passed down for generations, and he surmised it probably belonged to her family for decades, centuries even. He flipped towards the front of the book, landing on the page about aziza. He couldn’t help but smile at the much more welcoming illustration. T’Challa got lost in the description as Nia stood and went to wash out her mug, needing something to do with her hands to calm her mind. He finished reading and looked up to ask her a question, but it slipped his mind when he noticed strange markings on her back in the shape of wings. He started to ask her about the scars when he realized he had seen them once before.

“It was you…”

“What was?” she asked without turning around, scrubbing her mug unnecessarily hard. Nia heard him stand and walk closer, but kept her focus on her task.

He removed the mug from her hand and rinsed it out. Before she could protest, he spoke softly, “I said they looked like wings.”

Nia stilled as she remembered her tube top left her back exposed.

“Yeah…I remember,” she murmured without looking up at him despite their closeness.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I just didn’t think it was important.”

T’Challa smiled, “Of course it’s important! I never forgot that day…now I know how you appeared out of nowhere.”

“Heh, yeah,” Nia responded as she pushed past him to grab her tea kettle. She filled it up again, but still wouldn’t make eye contact. T’Challa looked at her, confused by her change in attitude when it clicked for him...

“You know, I wanted to see you again-“

“Then why didn’t you come back?” She snapped and he realized why she didn’t seem to like him that much.

“I did. My baba took me on a trip with him that night. We were gone for two weeks, but I came back looking for you.”

Nia paused again before setting the kettle back on the stove. She turned to face him, and he could see the confusion all over her face.

“You did?” She asked apprehensively, and he nodded in response. “I went back every day for a week before ubaba made me stop. He didn’t like seeing me so sad.”

T’Challa’s face fell and he took a step forward, “Nia, I-“

“No, it’s fine.” Nia moved away from him and his heart sank as he watched her go over to her herb pantry. She rummaged around for a while before she came back with yet another tea blend.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she began to change the subject, “have you spoken to Bast recently?”

T’Challa didn’t want to upset her more by pushing the conversation, so he went along with her train of thought.

“Uh, no. It’s been a while. Why?” he asked as he leaned against the counter, eyes tracking her as she moved to sit back at the table. Nia noticed he had been reading about aziza and smiled internally.

“The veil is thinning. That’s how the eloko got through…and who knows what else.”

“The veil?”

“Yeah, it’s like the border between realms.”

“How is that possible?”

Nia shrugged, “Only Bast knows.”

“And she’s not answering you,” he mused as he sat next to her. She wanted to move away, but forced herself to stay still.

“Nope. I tried this morning, but one of my ancestors came through and told us about the veil.”

“Us?”

“Me and Sego.”

“The snake?”

“Python,” Nia chuckled and shot Sego a look to warn him to behave.

“My apologies. So what did they say?”

“The realms of the living and dead, and the human and magical realms are colliding…they might overlap soon. That and ‘she is precious.’”

“Who is?”

Nia shrugged, “Bast, I guess.”

“But you think she’s disappeared…” T’Challa thought aloud.

“Yebo. I don’t know what can make a god disappear, though. Another god maybe?”

T’Challa’s mind wandered to his Avengers colleague, Thor, but he had no way to contact the god while he was off-planet.

“Perhaps.”

“I could try contacting some.”

T’Challa nodded as the wheels turned in his mind. “There are smaller cults around the country that worship other gods. We might be able to-“

“We?”

“Well, yes, I was hoping you would come with me. I’ll need someone with your expertise. I know nothing about all this, but you do…I need your help.”

“I don’t know, I-“

“Please, Nia,” he begged as he grabbed her hand in his. The silence was thick as they looked at each other, but neither was able to look away. “I need you.”

Nia stopped breathing for a moment as he trapped her in his puppy dog eyes. She wanted to say no, she really did…but she just couldn’t.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

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