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

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

Part 1 & Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summary: After T’Challa’s coronation as King of Wakanda and the new Black Panther, the relationship you guys have with each other has to be put on the back burner.

This is the last part and I kind of hate the ending but it’s the best I could do right now. 

One Year Later 

You were walking the familiar path to the grove, needing to clear your mind. After T’Challa became King, he appointed you as the Head of Communications between Wakanda and other countries. However, regardless of how much you loved the job and how rewarding it was, it was definitely stressful and that’s what had you heading to the grove.

You and T’Challa hadn’t been to the grove together since the eve of his coronation and you hadn’t spent much time together in the year since either. With everything from Erik Killmonger showing up to him opening the borders of Wakanda, he hadn’t had any time to himself, let alone to spend with you. These reasons were why you were so surprised to see him sitting in you guys’ spot on the bank of the small river.

“T’Challa,” you called out, making him turn around quickly. 

“Usana,” he smiled. You walked over to him and sat down next to him. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were busy with work today. At least, that is what Okoye told me.”

He looked over at you before looking back out to the water. “I had her clear my schedule for the next few days.”

You looked over at him to see him shaking his head lightly. You scooted closer to him and wrapped your arm around his. 

“I’m tired usana,” he let out a heavy sigh. You reached up with your arm that wasn’t wrapped around his and ran your fingertips through his curls. “I knew that being king would not be easy, but I also did not expect it to be this difficult.” 

“I know T, I know. You have been doing an amazing job though, my love. You have overcome every obstacle that has been thrown your way and are stronger for it.”

“I know but I barely made it out of those situations. I figured it would get easier as time went on but it has not. And to make matters worse, I do not have you by my side.”

You looked up at him like he had two heads. “T’Challa, you have always had me. I have been yours since before we even knew what love was.”

“You know what I am talking about mnandi,” he looked down at you. “You are not by my side in the way that you should be.” He reached up and grabbed your hand that was still running through his hair. He brought it down to his lips and gently kissed your palm, making your breath hitch in your throat. Even though you and T’Challa had many intimate moments, the lack of them as of late had your heart racing as if this was the first time he had ever touched you.

“What do you mean T?”

“I mean, by my side as my woman and eventually, my wife.” 

You could not believe what you were hearing. “T’Challa, do not play with me.”

“Do you think that I would joke about something as serious as this? I love you usana, and I need you. I need to know when I come home after a long day of work, you will be there waiting for me. I do not know what I was thinking by allowing you to make the decision for the both of us that staying apart would be better for us and our relationship but I despise it! I need you Y/N,” he rushed out in a blur.

“My love,” you sat up on your knees and pulled him into a tight hug. “I feel the same way.”

“Why did you not tell me?” He asked as he pulled you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the coils on the nape of his neck.

“I did not think that you needed any other worries except for your duties as king. I did not want to worry you usana.”

“You are my primary concern Y/N. You always have been and you always will be. I will beg mnandi but I really do not want to,” he teased, making you laugh.

“You do not have to usana. I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend and eventual wife.” The smile on his face looked like it would hurt him if he were not so excited. He pulled you closer and kissed you passionately, making you moan into his mouth.