#with her having to make decisions and make sure WAM goes in the right direction

[dreamrcven]

does masu enjoy being called "boss" by her comrades?? of course, it gives her much needed validation and recognition that she hasn't had in years

does she enjoy being CEO?? N O

[kacychase]

As I  quickly  scramble  through  my  backpack,  I  ask  myself  what  the  heck  I'm  doing.  Going  out  with  Min-Hyuk  for  a  pikamon-chase? With  their  app?  In  real-life?

AT  NIGHT?

This  must  be  a  joke.

"Yo,  Shin-Ae,  you  ready?"

Even though  I'm  doubting  this,  I  immediately  act  confident:  "You   bet  boi!"  With  hearing  these  words,  he  grins  at  me.  "Alright. We'll  destroy  the  others'  arenas  and  get  dem  Wizardcarps  to   finally  get  the  350  tokens  for  you!"

All  of  a  sudden,  I feel  energetic.  With  the  summer  nights,  I  finally  got  myself   more  time  after  having  dealt  with  this  year  of  high  school.

"My Giantboss  will  be  better  than  yours."  "Tch,  sure  it  will",   Min-Hyuk  winks  at  me.  Getting  cocky,  huh??  "Oh,  just  you   watch."

And  he  did,  after  I  had  caught  my  last  pikamon  necessary  in  an  alleyway.

"YO BOI",  I  exclaim,  "I  GOT  IT!"  Honestly,  I  wouldn't  have   thought  that  I  would  be  that  much  into  the  game  once  we  have  started  the  nightly  raid.  We  should  definitely  do  this  more   often.  “Girl,  this  better  be  better  than  my  pika  right   there!”,  Min-Hyuk  shouts  in  excitement,  well  aware  that  this   will  be  a  big  change  for  all  the  pikamons  I  gathered.   Sometimes,  I  really  appreciate  how  supportive  he  is,  and  I  see  it  then  and  there  again.  “Let’s  do  this”,  I  mutter   absently,  completely  absorbed  with  evolving  my  Wizardcarp.  And   as  I  finally  send  out  my  last,  and  click  on  the  evolve   button,  I  suddenly  see  a  message  pop  up.

And  as  I  see   the  name  of  the  sender,  my  stomach  drops.  “Min-Hyuk?”   Suddenly,  my  happiness  about  that  new  pikamon  in  my  deck  is   not  as  overwhelming  as  I  have  thought  just  seconds  ago.   Looking  up  at  Min-Hyuk,  I  already  see  his  worrying  gaze   fixated  on  me.  “Do  you  want  to?”  I  just  stare  back.  To  be   honest,  I’m  just  overwhelmed  with  this  situation.

The  breath  I  let  out  is  shaky  too.

Yeong-Gi/Nol:  Can  we  meet  up  soon?

For a  minute,  I  just  look  back,  trying  to  calm  down.  It’s  been  a  while  since  we  even  talked  or  chatted  at  all.  After  he  said  that  he  would  want  to  avoid  me,  I  was  left  betrayed.   Luckily,  Min-Hyuk  came  over  for  a  visit  then.  This  dude  saved my  ass  several  times  now.  Hearing  Min-Hyuk’s  understanding   words  -  that  it’s  fine  if  not,  that  he  can  come  with,  that   he’s  always  going  to  be  there  if  I’d  need  anyone  -  I  just   type  a  response.

Shin-Ae:  Where?

As  he   responds,  my  heart  sinks.  Somehow,  the  vibe  I  just  received   from  his  messages  makes  my  throat  close  up.  “Lemme  get  you   there.  It’s  dark  and  I  don’t  want  you  to  be  alone.”

I   just  let  out  a  quick  thanks  before  hugging  the  best  friend  I could  have.  Then,  we  both  get  going  to  WacDonald’s.

Throughout the  journey,  Min-Hyuk  has  put  an  arm  around  me  and  casually   plays  pikamon  jog  as  if  there  was  nothing  to  face  for  me.  Of  course,  I  get  it  -  he  doesn’t  want  to  butt  in  or  bother   me  too  much,  and  it  kind  of  calms  me  that  he  doesn’t  make   it  too  big  of  a  deal.  “Don’t  expect  that  I  won’t  smack  this guy’s  ass  for  hurting  you  though.  I  mean,  he  kinda  was  your crush.”  “Say  that  again  and  I  will  whoop  yours”,  I  quickly   growl,  but  I  know  that  he  has  a  point.  “That  dude  was   hurting  you  girl.  Like,  I  respect  your  decision  but  honestly,   that  dude’s  a  jerk  for  pulling  that  at  least”,  he  quickly   elaborates  and  I  notice  that  he’s  trying  to  really  understand   my  point  of  view.  I  let  out  a  sigh.

“I  know.  I’ll  deal with  it.  I  trust  you  to  be  around  this  time  though!”  “You   can  count  on  it”,  he  responds,  reply  as  ready  as  a  pistol   shot.

“Alright.”

We  go  through  the  usual  way  to  the   fried  chicken  and  burger  joint  I  used  to  work  at.  Usually,  I would  think  of  my  manager  that  really  helped  me  figure  out   what  to  do  during  the  hard  time  I  had  with  working,  school   and  my  friends.  But  now,  I  can’t  help  but  feel  extremely   nervous.  “Should  I  stay  with  you  when  you  talk?”

In  the   last  few  months,  I  have  experienced  what  it’s  like  to  be   insecure  and  unsure.  But  I  really,  really  hate  that  feeling   still.  “No.  It’s  fine,  and  I  think  we  need  to  discuss  things together.”  “Alright.  I’ll  get  ourselves  stuff  from  Wac  then.”   “What  the  heck.  This  late?”  “Absolutely.  What  do  you  want?  On me!”,  he  chirps  with  a  smile,  already  awaiting  his  meal.  “...  A  Bigwac  menue  please.  With  chicken.”  “‘kay.  Text  me  if  you guys  are  do-”

His  gaze  is  stuck  on  something  behind  me. When  I  turn  around,  I  realize  that  his  brown  eyes  were  stuck  on  someone  instead.  “Hey.”

Yeong-Gi  seems  to  be  just  as overwhelmed  as  I  am.  “Hi”,  I  just  reply  and  I  hear  Min-Hyuk saying  confidently:  “Alright,  be  right  back.  You  better  not   hurt  her  again.”  Seeing  him  throw  a  dark  glance  at  the   redhead,  said  redhead  just  looks  at  him  apologetically.  “See   you.”  he  gives  me  a  last  look  -  one  that  makes  me  feel   protected  and  loved  -  and  goes  away.

And  leaves  me  alone  with  Yeong-Gi.

"What did  you  want  to  talk  about?",  I  quickly  cut  to  the  chase.   After  what  he  has  done  to  cut  out  our  friendship,  I  don’t   want  to  create  further  unpleasantries  for  either  of  us.

His hair  is  dishelved  and  his  pants  and  white  t-shirt  look   hastily  put  on.  But  his  look  shows  me  so  much  sternness,   regret,  and  assuredness,  as  if  he's  been  thinking  long  and   hard  about  what  he's  about  to  do.

Man.  I  hate  how  my   heartbeat  betrays  me  in  these  moments.  "I  wanted  to  check  if   you're  doing okay",  Yeong-Gi  replies  equally  serious,  having  my   eyebrows  furrow  and  my  jaw  drop  slightly.

"Dude  wtf?  You   said  just  two  weeks  ago  that  you  don't  wanna  talk  anymore.   And  now  you  come  back,  asking  me  if  I'm  okay?",  I  just   retort.  I  just  hope  that  I  don't  sound  too  hysterical  but   sometimes,  reality  teaches  me  not  to  dream.

But  just  as   before,  he  just  stares  at  me  and  takes  a  few  steps  towards   me.  “Yeah.  I  know  I  made  myself  clear-”  All  of  a  sudden,   hurt  flashes  in  his  eyes.  It’s  short  but  I  see  it.  All  this time,  I  really  have  tried  figuring  this  young  man  in  front   of  me  out  but…  He’s  been  making  it  really  hard  and  knows  how  to  avoid  me  constantly,  even  after  I  called  him  out.

This makes  me  feel  more  unusual  with  all  that  heartbeat  going  on, so  I  just  reciprocate  his  stare  into  my  eyes  as  he  speaks.   “But  I  just  can’t  seem  to  forget  what  we’ve  been  through   together  and…  Ugh,  whatever.”  His  unstable  grin  on  his  face,   his  closed  eyes…  He  really  doesn’t  like  talking  about  his   feelings,  does  he?  “Yeong-Gi?”,  I  quickly  snap  him  back  to   reality  as  I  step  closer.  “What’s  up?”  His  eyes,  this  time   more  confused.

Why  am  I  like  this  with  him?  “It’s  just…  I  would  feel  bad  not  being  around  you,  you  know?  I  wanna  make  sure  you’re  alright  after  stuff  that  has  happened.”  His   direct  stare  at  me  shows  me  honesty  that  leaves  me  shaking.  I  knew  that  I  wouldn’t  ever  deserve  him  as  a  friend  -  let   alone  someone  I’d  care  more  about.

That  aside,  I’m  not  into  relationships  anyway.

“I-” As  he  takes  a  step  close,  I  suddenly  realize  the  closeness   our  bodies  have,  and  I  wish  I  could  treat  it  with  as  much   ease  as  I  used  to.  But  now,  I  just  smell  his  amazing  scent, see  his  stupid  brick  body  and  his  damn  beautiful  face.  And   I’m  angry  at  myself  for  being  so  affected  by  it.

“I   wanted  to  tell  you  some  things  before  I  might  be  gone,  too”, he  just  says  with  a  smile  that  looks  sad  and  regretful.

Wait.  Leave?  Did  he  want  to  get  rid  of  me  before  leaving  so  that  it  won’t…  hurt  as  much?

It  would  be  something  he’d  do.

It  would  certainly  be  something  I’d  do.

“Like  what?”

I remember  that  he  rarely  talked  about  his  future.  College,   work,  et  cetera  were  really  never  things  the  two  of  us  would discuss  together.  What  other  secrets  is  he  keeping  from  me.   His  hesitant  face  tells  tales.  “Yeong-Gi.  I  know  that  you   don’t  like  sharing.  But  don’t  you  think  that  after…  well,   everything  that  happened,  you  can’t  tell  me  what’s  troubling   you?  I  know  you  didn’t  like  when  I  testified  to  you  with  Yu Jing-”  And  indeed,  I  find  him  furrowing  his  eyebrows  for  a   millisecond.  “But  I…  You  know,  I  wanted  to  help  you.  And  I   can’t  say  I  don’t  care  anymore”,  I  just  tell  him  straight   away,  adding  “so  pull  that  crap  again  and  I’ll  whoop  your   butt!”  That  stuff  gets  him  to  snort  and  smirk  a  little.  For   some  reason,  it  relieves  me  enough  to  know  that  this  is  the   Yeong-Gi  I  know  and  I  can  at  least  sense  that  something  is   up.

“I  know.”  Raising  an  eyebrow,  I  patiently  wait  for   him  to  continue,  however  not  forgetting  what  he  said  two  weeks  ago.  “I  will  go  overseas  for  a  place  to  study.  I’m  sorry  I  haven’t  told  you.”  As  he  looks  down  at  our  feet,  I  just   can’t  help  but  think  that  there’s  something  el-  “And  I   think”,  he  takes  in  a  deep  breath  and  to  my  shock,  I  see  a reddish  blush  appear  on  his  cheeks.  “I-”  For  some  reason,  he looks  away  and  I  just  say:  “Come  on,  spit  it  out!”

Immediately picking  up  eye  contact  again,  he  says  “Alright.”  His  hair  is lighted  halfway  from  the  lamp  post  we’re  standing  next  to,   his  eyes  intense  when  he  says:  “I  think  I  have  feelings  for   you.”

And  with  that,  my  brain  has  stopped  functioning  and I  now  lower  my  gaze  down  to  our  shoes.  Keep  it  together,   Shin-Ae.  Don’t  think  about  how  his  feet  could  stomp  yours   twice.  What  a  sasquatch.  “So  after  all  this  time…  I  have  even  told  you  that  you  have  a  girlf-”,  I  start  to  ramble  but   he  cuts  me  off,  gaze  ever  so  stern:  “Alyssa  and  I  broke  up.”

Wam.

You know  this  feeling,  when  everything  suddenly  drops  on  you?  Why didn’t  he  tell  me  all  of  this  earlier,  or  in  portions?  Why   can’t  I  trust  him  with  things?  And  why  do  I  still  feel  like this  with  him??  “Nol?”  “Yeah?”

All  of  a  sudden,  I   realize  how  upset  I  am  -  I’m  shivering  and  everything  inside   me  blazes  with  anger.  “So  what  you’ve  done  two  weeks  ago,   ignoring  me,  was  just  to  come  and  tell  me  all  of  this?!  Out of  nowehere?!”,  I  say,  not  giving  a  crap  about  his  reaction   and  his  face  looks  equally  responsive.  “I  really  tried  keeping my  word  okay?!  I  really  just  wanted  to  leave  and  not  have   you  miss  me!”,  he  suddenly  replies,  also  raising  his  voice   until  he  abruptly  silences  himself.  “But  I  couldn’t,  okay?  I   couldn’t.  I  wanted  to  see  if  you  were  okay.”

All  of  a   sudden,  my  heart  strings  seem  to  be  pulled  and  I  want  nothing  more  than  to  kiss  this  guy.  What  the  heck  is  going  on  with  me?  Why  am  I  this  emotional  right  now?  “Who  do  you  do  this  for,  Yeong-Gi?  For  me,  or  for  you?”

As  look  closely,  I realize  that  this  time,  I  can  see  freckles  on  his  face   including  one  or  the  other  scar.  Why  the  heck  is  he  so   handsome?  His  facial  features  are  partly  lighted  by  that  lamp   post,  and  I  see  his  gaze  carefully  calculating  me  as  I  step   towards  him,  even  closer.  But  he  doesn’t  step  back.  Looking   closely,  I  even  see  him  shiver  slightly.

Is  this  that  difficult  for  him?

A long  pause  is  lying  upon  the  two  of  us,  but  I  start  to   get  worried  and  try  to  step  back.  Suddenly,  however,  I  feel  a  hand  of  his  grabbing  my  arm.  Man  is  he  strong,  and  as  I   notice  that,  I  can’t  help  but  quickly  scan  his  quite  toned   body.  “Wait.”  His  distant  murmur  sounds  more  like  a  plea  than anything,  and  I  immediately  freeze  in  place.

“I’m  doing   this  for  both  of  us.”  With  that,  he  closes  the  distance   again,  surprising  me.  Looking  at  each  other,  I  feel  his   breath  fanning  on  my  face.  Goodness,  are  we  close,  and  my   heart  beats  fast.  “Both?”  I  look  at  his  lips.  They  look   incredibly  soft…  What  it  would  be  like  to-

But  I  have  no  way  to  think  about  it  much,  since  he  tells  me:  “Maybe  I   just  need  this,  Shin-Ae.  Please  tell  me  to  stop  if  I  should.”  I  should  say  something.  Really  should.  But  I  don’t  say   anything,  and  as  his  lips  meet  mine,  for  a  small  peck  first. As  we  meet  again,  the  kiss  is  far  sweeter  than  I  would’ve   thought.  Wow.

Yeong-Gi  is  a  pretty  good  kisser.

(Extra  scene)

Nol  POV:

As I  walk  home,  I  quickly  call  Soushi,  my  buddy  in  emergency   situations.  “And,  how  did  the  talk  with  Shin-Ae  go?!”,  his   voice  hastily  becomes  audible.  “Pretty  good…  I…  guess…”,  I  just  murmur,  not  knowing  what  the  heck  to  do  with  this  kiss,   especially  since  I’d  leave  soon.  Why  the  heck  did  I  do   that?!

“Also…  Did  that  kiss  tutorial  video  help?”

“Shut  up!”,  I  just  reply,  not  believing  that  Soushi  has  actually  given  him  that  video.

But  to  be  honest,  it  was  pretty  good  advice.

[sarahboseman]

HE TASTES SO GOOD (PART 5)

T’CHALLA X READER 💕

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

WORD COUNT: 4800

WARNING : Angst, mention of abdication, strong decisions, mention of love making.

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You look at Okoye from your desk, your expression is seriously worried, hers is impassive as usual showing any emotion. Despite your bond, at this moment, her task is just to act as a messenger and personally escort you into the Throne Room.

You nod and at the same time you get up from your leather chair to follow the Royal Guard walking the whole corridor in silence.

But your silence doesn’t last long.

"Okoye ... ndiyacela (please), you're killing me, what's going on?"

You can feel that she’s also tense and worried, but her expression softens a bit to try to reassure you.

“Andizi, mhlobo wam (I don’t know my friend) I would like to help Y/N, but I don’t know or better … I know what’s happening between you and King T’Challa, but I don’t know what will happen during this meeting …” she talks to you without taking his eyes off her direction, but her voice is still calm and quite.

"What I can tell you is that the King is adamant about his decision, but he wants you to be present" this time she looks at you smiling “Don't worry, you're a tough woman, I know you"

"Who is present at the Council?"

"The King, Queen Mother, Princess Shuri, W'Kabi, M'Baku, and all the Elders of the other Tribes ... and me ... wonke umntu (everybody)”

If you were worried before, now you’re even more. Several times you’ve been present at Council meetings, you know how they take place, and you also know you’ve always felt a little uncomfortable especially in front of the Elders. They’re always so serious and adamant regarding the laws and Wakanda traditions. And surely if T'Challa has spoken to the Council about his decision and what is between you both, the real big problem is just them.

Okoye stops in front of the big dark door of the very elegant Throne Room, juggles his faithful weapon in the other hand and then knocking.

“Ngena” (Come in) you hear T'Challa respond after three strong knocking at the door.

Okoye looks at you and with a nod of his head tells you to follow her as she enters the room announcing you.

"Wam Kumkani ... as you ordered. Miss Y/L/N"

You’re also used to being announced, but now you’re really uncomfortable, you feel small, unimportant, despite your position is very respected within the walls of the Palace, you feel almost guilty. It’s more or less the same feeling you had when you were a child and your mother or your father caught you in the cookie jar, while you were doing something wrong.

But those were unimportant pranks ...

You enter the room and you feel all eyes on you, eyes with different looks, but those weighing more, are eyes that judge and almost despise. 

Although in Wakanda the average temperature is high enough, there seems to be frost inside that room now. No one speaks while you wait for directions standing near Okoye in front of the closed door behind you. You hold your hands in front of you, with interlaced fingers, so close as to hurt you, you're so damn tense.

You try to steel your nerve and look up, you seem to live a deja-vu of a scene of few years ago, but there was Erik in your place and you were on the other side, next to the King. Now he’s in front of you sitting on his Throne, next to him on his left is Ramonda, the Queen Mother, and next to her there’s Shuri, the only two people who smile when you meet their gazes. You're sure T'Challa would have smiled too if it were not for the particular situation. You haven’t yet been informed of the reason for your summons, but you have no doubts about it.

To the right of the King, there’s W’Kabi, his best friend and representative of the Border Tribe, also quite serious, you can’t perceive any emotion from his gaze. Then next to him, in order, the imposing M'Baku representative of the Jabari, who seems to be the only one amused inside the room, his gaze instead is almost pleased. The empty seat in front of T'Challa is empty at the moment, because it’s where Okoye usually sits, then going in order: the Merchant Tribe Elder, the Mining Tribe Elder and The River Tribe Elder, in the respective places to represent the various Wakandian Tribes with their impassive gaze fixed on you.

Behind the King, the Dora Milaje and the Royal Guards are all around the Room.

It seems to spend an eternity from the moment you looked at everyone and meticulously watched their expressions, actually you do it often, studying people and their body language is also part of your job, let's call it occupational hazard.

You don’t know why, but at that moment your main thought goes to King T'Chaka, you would have wished that he was present, perhaps he would have been the first one to oppose this love story, yes, at first he would have gone mad. He was a very traditional person and King, who wanted to see his children married to someone with royal blood, but certainly also the first one to want to find a solution for the good of all, especially for his son, and perhaps the first to try to reassure you ... as he often did.

In those few seconds a multitude of thoughts bomb your mind, even thoughts of rethinking "I was too rash, I haven’t thought of anything but myself, I was a fool to think th—”

“Y/N”

T’Challa’s voice makes you jump and wake up from your thoughtful status in which you had tried to hole up to reassure yourself in some strange way.

Instinctively you look up at him who has risen from his throne and is coming towards you with his innate elegance, security and self-confidence. You’re anxious and he can perceives it. When he’s a few steps away from you, he reaches out to you, seeking a physical contact

"Come ... don’t be nervous"

Then he thanks Okoye who takes her place following you and the King who approaches the throne, he holds your hand tight as if it were the most natural thing in the world, even though you also perceive his tension, but he tries to don’t leak anything and you can imagine the reason.

As T'Challa approaches the Throne, W'Kabi gets up from his seat and grants it to you

"Kuhlala apha (Sit here) Y/N ..."

“Ungaxhalabi (Do not worry) W'Kabi, I'm standing"

"Believe me, sit down, it will be a long thing …” he whispers as he passes by while you sit in his seat beside the King, nodding.

You cross your legs to be more comfortable taking a look around you once again, crossing the loving gaze of the Queen Mother who seems to want to tell you something, but you can’t read her lips.

"Well, now that we’re all here, including the interest part, you can continue to express your opinions about it, ima kancinci (come on)” T'Challa points out, his tone is cold and decisive.

A few seconds of silence where you could take a knife and cut the tension, the air is full of it.

“It’s a foolish thing to marry her Wam Kumkani !!! None of this is in accordance with the laws of Wakanda"

"What disturbs you so much Elder?" He asks kindly to the old woman of the Merchant Tribe.

"What disturbs me? The fact that she is your personal Assistant and not a Princess!! She has no real blood in her veins and we all know where she comes from ... we all know she's not pure”

“Uxolo??? (Excuse me) With all due respect, what does it mean that I'm not pure?” You ask with doubt, wooing your eyebrows trying to understand the connection, you also look at T'Challa but he directs all his attention to the old woman, waiting for an answer.

"Exactly. Awuhlambulukanga! (You are not pure!) Your father was Wakandian, while your mother was a foreigner, happened here by chance many years ago!"

"I was born in Wakanda and this makes me a Wakandian, just like all of you. Do you want to see what is written on my ID Card? With all due respect, of course"

"No matter what's written on your ID!!! Here we’re talking about the Royal Family, we’re talking about our FUTURE! OUR COUNTRY!!” The Elder of the River Tribe blurts, raising his voice

"And we won’t allow our King to marry a person who muds our name!"

"Watch your tones Elder ... you're always before the King" you hear W'Kabi talk behind you in a very quite way.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, but if your Father had been here, he would have silenced this whole story without even disturbing the whole Council" the Elder of the Mining tribe points out.

"Instead I believe that my Father would have sought a compromise, as I’m trying to do with all of you. And I would like to kindly ask you to watch your tone talking about Miss Y/L/N too, she’s not on trial, she hasn’t committed any crime"

“For Bast sake!!! no crime? She … joined the King ... she’s not of royal blood, of course it’s a crime!!!”

“Well, my sexual life and what I do in my bedroom is not an Elders business. Neither yours nor anyone else in this room, ngaba kucacile? (is it clear?)” T'Challa points out, leaning his back completely on to the throne and extending his hand to take yours.

The Elder woman's gaze rests on your hands and then on the other members of the Council.

"I don’t find anything wrong, let’s try to think for a moment, all together … Our King is a person with an excellent judgment, he’s always placed the good of his Country before anything else. He fought for us, he almost died for us, and I don’t think this decision was taken as lightly as you all think. Who knows what's underneath ... And then Miss Y/L/N is also a beautiful girl, intelligent, very smart, she does her job in an impeccable way, look what a beautiful Queen you'll have. Without taking anything away from you, Queen Mother, Ungumhle kakhulu, ndiyithandayo (you’re just wonderful, my favorite)” M'Baku tells the whole group, adding a bit of malice in the last part of his speech, looking at Queen Ramonda who rolls her eyes. 

You laugh at his serious expression, but with that something mischievous and “I don’t give a fuck” look, but M'Baku is known for his ideas and deductions to be in contrast to those of the Elders and you think he finds it very fun. Well, sometimes it is.

But at that moment you’re grateful for having said those words and T’Challa’s face tells the same.

“Akukho nkinga kum (No problem for me). I have nothing against it, I have full confidence in our King” These are the only words you hear from W'Kabi who still stood behind you, Okoye's face changes while looking at her husband smiling, she’s more relaxed and grateful.

"Well, if we have to take a vote, you have already won, but it’s not the right thing ANYWAY! I appeal to the abdication of the King, first of all the good of Wakanda, and this is inconceivable, it goes against what we are!!!”

With dismay and amazement, everyone looks at the Elder, bewildered by his proposal. The other 2 elders of the other 2 tribes are overwhelming and they agree with him. T'Challa looks at you, you are in panic, the last thing you want is that T'Challa is removed from his position as King and Black Panther, protector of Wakanda, for such a ridiculous reason.

"Kwaye makube njalo (And so be it). If this is what you force me to do, I’ll do it. If this is the only way to be happy with the person I love. And I don’t intend to marry another person to make you happy"

All eyes are now placed on T'Challa, looks of dismay and disbelief. Then Okoye looks at the Queen Mother, Shuri looks at you, M'Baku's smile disappears, W'Kabi looks at his wife, T'Challa looks at the Elders and doesn’t look away for a moment. The Dora Milaje break the lines, they are really shocked too.

"Hayi, NO WAY T'Challa, I won’t let you give up everything for me. Libala (Forget it)”

And a heated discussion starts between you and the King and between all the members of the Council, who are animatedly trying to tell their opinion, trying to overlap the several voices in the room, screaming louder.

“EXCUSEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

This time it’s Shuri’s voice resonating above everyone and everything by suddenly making drop the silence into the Throne Room.

“THANK YOUUUUU ... Ndingayithetha? (Can I talk?) My King, can I be allowed to say something too? I'm part of the Council, right?”

Shuri asks looking around, where everyone nods, including his brother who sits down again as everyone else does.

"Well then, let's see where to start. As far as I understand, the Elders don’t want T'Challa to marry Y/N because she’s not of royal blood and because her mother is not Wakandian. Ok, let's start from here ... Her mother is not Wakandian, but she married a Wakandian many years ago, no one opposed during their marriage, and this made her a Wakandian. It’s the law. According to this law therefore Big Wakandian man + Big Wakandian woman = Small Wakandian. Y/N in this case, right? it’s the law and the law is not discussed ... because here we are bringing up some laws that I don’ even know who wrote being so old and greasy. Kunene?(Right?)” Shuri's speech makes a very good point, it’s brilliant, she’s a genius.

Her brother looks at her in a very amused way, with a very accomplice smile on his lips, he still reaches for your hand, squeezing it and interlaces his fingers between yours, stroking the back with circular movements of his thumb.

The Elders can’t rebut, despite their traditionalist beliefs, in front of a valid law they can’t discuss.

"Instead, as far as Real blood is concerned and the fact that you don't want Y/N becomes Queen by marrying T'Challa ... we can do a blood transfusion if you want … Ok, ok, I'm kidding ... I know, it's a serious matter. But, well, I don't know if you have already noticed it, but Y/N is already your Queen"

"Uthetha ukuthini??” (What do you mean?) “Why??? What are you saying, Princess?" "What absurdity is this?!!" The Elders ask in chorus

Even Okoye, W'Kabi, M'Baku, Queen Mother and T’Challa looks are surprised at that statement. Yours most of all.

“Come on guys ... it's so simple. Y/N is the King’s first Assistant, she started working for my father who has always trusted her and has always treated her almost like a daughter”

You can see the emotion in Ramonda eyes.

"Now she’s T’Challa's first Assistant, have you ever noticed that every decision taken within this circle passes first from Y/N before being approved? Every law, every discussion, every decision, every military strategy, every mission ... from the most foolish thing to the most serious and important one. Every decision taken by the King is first approved by her. Of course In a completely harmless way, she doesn’t do it with arrogance or even with some pretext, but it’s quite natural for my brother sitting down at her desk before she leaves her office at the end of the day and tell her about his day, he asks for her opinion and discuss what to do, as if they were already married. She’s always called upon by the King and I can assure you that some discussions are soooo lighted. My brother is a big hard, stubborn head, she manages to make him think bringing out the best in him in every situation. Y/N is called when there’s a mission to organize, she knows Wakandan laws by heart, traditions, she knows the secrets of our Country ... And she cares about Wakanda and our people more than we can do. She's already your Queen and you haven’t even noticed it … uyisidenge (you’re so dumb)”

"This doesn’t mean that -"

"This doesn't mean that you all stay quiet now and think for a moment about the words just said by my daughter!" The Queen Mother blurts out when one of the Elders still tries to fight back.

"Great speech sweetheart" and she gives her a kiss on the forehead.

"And what do you want to do then? Replace T'Challa with whom?? Who is your proposal? Who is more suitable than my son as King and protector of Wakanda? There’s no one more able than him and I’m convinced that with a woman like that by his side, our kingdom can only prosper"

First you look at Shuri with such sweetness, thinking and thinking back to the words she just said, not even you've ever thought about it and it's true, it's all true. In addition to the love you feel for T'Challa, perhaps this is the other unconscious motivation that led you to say that “yes” without hesitation.

Then you look at Ramonda who yearned to tell her motivation in defense of her son, you know her too well, she could never have remained silent until the end. Not when the abilities of his children are questioned, of which she’s very proud. And unfortunately the Elders were questioning the skills of T'Challa as King and Black Panther to keep intact the very old traditions.

His brother looks at Shuri gloating as he touches and rubs his beard thinking about what to say and perhaps reasoning about his sister's speech. Okoye seems more relaxed, M'Baku smiles again as he keeps looking at you and T'Challa, none of the Elders speak. After a few minutes of silence, the King speaks

"I don’t want to disrespect our Ancestors, all of you, or our traditions, not even my Father, but I believe that if we want to move closer to the rest of the world, some laws must be changed. This is a completely futile one, there are things much more important in my opinion, and I won’t marry another person just because of royal blood, now or never, at the risk of remaining alone for the rest of my life and don’t have heirs. I have my woman right here and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Give us a chance. My decision is now taken, Ndiyamkele (I am adamant) with your consent or not, this marriage will be made. What will happen next is up to you”

A creepy silence still falls in the immense room, your frustration is to the stars when you hear T'challa repeating those words. You're happy that he loves you so much to put everything in question, but that's not what you want. You would live in eternal regret.

You’s like to say your opinion, but your sixth sense tells you that it’s better to remain quiet and wait, you look around lost in your thoughts counting the seconds passing.

In the Throne Room all the lights are lit, creating plays of light and shadows with the columns and the various statues placed inside. Even the marvelous garden, seen through the huge windows of the Room, is all lit up. You didn’t realize that it had been so long. W’Kabi was right.

Stopping your thoughts for a moment you realize you’re exhausted and very hungry, you can hear the sounds of your stomach writhing, hoping that others don’t hear anything, even if the silence is so deep. You’d like to stop breathing so as not to make any kind of noise.

Surely T'Challa has heard something, his gaze rests on you smiling sweetly, you can read his lips talking "Soon we'll go to dinner, hold on Mnandi"

"Ok, we give you a chance, but you both will be monitored very closely. T'Challa … Wam Kumkani  and Nkosazana yam (my princess) you both have a very big responsibility, ungasivumeli (do not let us down)”

To break the silence is the Elder of the Merchant Tribe, the one that at first seemed the most fierce. The other two Elders also nod, but without saying a word. But you widen your eyes to that title that the old woman has just used against you, it sounds strange and out of the ordinary.

T'Challa nods and smiles, relaxing instantly, he almost seems to melt on the Throne as his shoulders soften, his arms too, his strong hands stop squeezing the armrests, his legs muscles relax too. He closes his eyes, inhales and exhales, and then, taking another breath, he dismisses the Council. Actually the only ones who go away, escorted by the Dora Milaje, are the three Elders. All the others remain in the Throne Room, at first sitting and in silence, until Shuri explodes.

"WE HAVE A MARRIAGE TO ORGANIZED!!! Guys, I didn’t believe that those three let you win!!! She called you Princess! For the bast sake! But where this story comes from? I mean, we saw that kiss on the stairs last night, but they ho- "

"Shuri, please be good, I understand your contentment but don’t shout, I already have a big headache" her mother warns her

“Wam Kumkani, you could have warned us, we would have helped you a little more during this Council, we all were a little bit surprised, it was unexpected ... but congratulations, I'm so happy"  Okoye says approaching you, asking permission to hug you.

"It was time T'Challa, it was time!! If you didn’t ask her, I would have asked her to marry me” M'Baku says laughing and hugging the King, who smiles at that joke because he knows that M'Baku is harmless, he learned to know him in these years, finding in him a very good friend as well as an excellent warrior.

Even W'Kabi congratulates and hugs you both, you’re sure that he knew more than anyone, he knew about T'Challa's feelings, about the proposal. He’s his best friend. After all the congratulations he leaves with Okoye, it was really late and they need to come home from their family. Okoye leaves the command to Ayo who has recently joined the group.

"Unyana wam (my son) I’m so proud of you and so happy. Y/N, mhlobo wam (my dear), I don’t need to tell you anything, my eyes speak for themselves, welcome to our family, even if you were already part of it. I knew that between you there was more than just a business relationship and Shuri was able to express it to the fullest. I leave you alone, I’m a little tired, I go to my quarters and try to rest a bit, from tomorrow will be great days, we have a wedding to organize” Ramonda embraces you first, then his son who returns the immense hug whispering in her ear loving words.

"Sisteeeeeeeeer! How happy I am to have one, finally! Tomorrow I'll wait for you in the lab, we have to talk, I already have some ideas in mind for - "

"Shuriiiiiiiiiiiii" Ramonda and T'Challa say in chorus

"Ok, ok, I got it ... see you tomorrow, but first I go to get some food!I’m starving"

"Shuri wait"

"Tell me Brother"

"Can you do something for me tomorrow? In the meantime I choose an appropriate one ... can you fix this for Y/N?” He asks her showing their father’s ring that you’re still wearing on the wrong finger

"Of course I can, I’ll do it willingly" she says smiling at you and taking with her the ring to fix.

Finally the door closes and again a strange silence drops in the Room, a different silence from the one before. Everything is peaceful, still and quiet. The room is so huge that you two alone, standing in front of the King's Throne, look so very tiny. The room is so huge that your breaths seem to echo.

His gentle gaze rests on you, stretches out an arm to reach your hand

“Hey Mnandi" The King tells you coming closer to you, putting his hands on your hips and leaning his forehead against your, he sighs and closes his eyes.

"Hey Kumkani"

"What a hellish afternoon"

You don’t know what to say, you have no words to rethink what has happened in the last hours, it was all an accumulation of things, events and emotions, some pleasant and some less pleasant.

"I almost died when you gave consent to abdicate. They were ready to accept T'Challa ... "

"I know"

"You're completely crazy, don’t ever do something like that again"

"I love you Y/N” he whispers softly, sweetly and so felt against your lips, waiting for answer. It’s the first time he tells you directly and it sounds so good hearing it. 

It’s not the first time that someone tells to love you and you answer back, but now it sounds different, it sounds real, it’s sounds loving and caring, it sounds so damn reciprocated. 

"I love you too”

He smiles at your answer, he closes his eyes to enjoy the sound of your voice.

"Let's go dinner now, I'm starving and I think you're starving too”

“T'Challa?"

“Yes love”

"Can we have dinner in your room or is it too pretentious?"

"We can do whatever we want, of course we can have dinner in my room. By the way, while the Council took place, I asked to bring all your stuff to my Quarters ... I hope you don’t mind. It seemed useless to have you come back every morning to your room on the other side of the Palace"

You smile and T'Challa perceives your happiness by your expression and how your eyes shine coming back to life.

"And what makes you think I want to sleep with you every night before the wedding?"

“Mmmm I don’t know … maybe the desire to be taken every night and make love with me ’til to be exhausted? I can feel your urgency, you know?"

Your expression changes to those simple words, simple but said in the right tone.

"And I can read it in your eyes now.I know you want it Y/N, we lost too much time” he whispers, squeezing you once more, repositioning your body where it really belongs … in his arms.

He walks back slightly until reaching the Throne, he sits down leaving you standing between his open legs.

Keeping an intense eye contact he rests his hands on your hips and slowly descend until touching your bare knee reaching the black skirt of the suit you are wearing. His hands slowly rise together with the edge of your skirt, uncovering your legs to give you the chance to sit on his lap as he wishes.

"Sit on me, like you did this morning ..." he says to you, moving your hair from your face and letting his hands slip on your back, caressing the silk of your blouse.

You can’t help but let out a moan when his mouth reaches your neck, right in that most sensitive furrow, wasting light kisses to your chin following your jawline and then bringing his lips against your ear and whisper.

Your hands grab his shoulders and continue up to his hairline, teasing him.

"Tell me you never imagined making love to me in this Room, on this Throne, sitting on me like you are right now" his voice is like velvet, a little hoarse, low, sensual as you've never heard it before 

"T'Challa ..." his name resounds inside your suffocated moan.

"Tell me you never had the desire to be fucked here, with your hands resting on the armrests, bent forward, your beautiful round ass in the air while I own you from behind while you scream my name at every thrust …"

He takes your face in his huge hands and looks into your eyes, your expression is in transition, you have your eyes closed and panting at the thought of what your future husband is paraphrasing you. Heat all over your body.

"Bast, you're so fucking beautiful, you're, you're ... Ohuuo Mka, Y/N ... yesss"

You feel him panting and hardening even more as you roll your hips against his pelvis, imitating your movements of this morning.

"T'Challa ..."

"Mmmm"

"Let's forget about dinner and take me to bed"

"Why taking you to bed when I can give vent to my fantasies ... let me celebrate here my little victory ..."

TO BE CONTINUED …

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