#bpqualitypost

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.”

The Imagine below was requested by @iliketowrite1996 and I’m low key mad that I didn’t think of this idea myself lol 😂I hope you enjoy it 😁

Summary: Could I request a Chadwick one where he's keeping the relationship secret to protect you from the media but it's making you insecure?

You sat on the couch in the hotel room that you and Chadwick were sharing, watching everyone bustling around trying to get Chad ready.

Today was the day of the 2018 Met Gala, and after the massive success of Black Panther, Chadwick’s attendance was almost mandatory. As for you, on the other hand, you were sat in a pair of cut off jean shorts, an old jersey of Chad’s and flip flops with your hair in a messy ponytail.

You’ve had many of these nights before. Watching him get ready, kissing him for good luck before he leaves, watching the livestreams of the red carpet since you weren’t there, and stalking his hashtag on Instagram and Twitter.

However, it never bothered you as much as it is today. And you knew why but you refused to acknowledge the idea. If you acknowledged it, that would mean it’s actually true.

“Hey,” you heard a voice whisper and you looked to your right to see Chad, squatting next to the couch and looking over your face. “You ok?” You glanced around the room and saw that everyone else had left, leaving you two alone.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly and he cocked his eyebrow.

“No, I know you. You had your thinking face on,” he chuckles. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just,” you start to say but instead trail off, sighing heavily. You take a deep breath before trying again. “I’m tired of always watching you get ready for these glamorous events and I can never go.”

Chadwick closed his eyes because he knew that’s what had been bothering you but he also didn’t feel like having this conversation again. You two never fought much but this topic had been a source of tension for a couple weeks now.

“Babe, you know why that’s not a good idea. We agreed that we would keep our relationship between us and our loved ones so that we could continue to be us, without the outside bullshit.”

“I know that’s what we agreed on, but I didn’t think it would bother me this much.”

He sighed and stood up straight. He walked over to the large mirror in the room and started to straighten out his suit. “Well, I know it’s hard but we have to do this.”

The way he so flippantly brushed you, and your feelings, aside pissed you off so you stood up and stomped over to him.

“What’s the real reason that you don’t want anyone to know about us? Don’t want your other girls to find out?” You accused.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now girl. He closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths before slowly opening his eyes again.

“Don’t you ever say something as dumb as that to me ever again,” he stated in a low voice that made you quiver. However, you were still pissed so you were going to let him know.

“I mean, there has to be something to this that you aren’t telling me. Is it me? Am I not good enough to be around your famous friends?” You rambled.

“Baby, baby,” he turned to you and put his hands on your shoulders, making you freeze. “How could you even think something like that? You’re an amazing woman. How could I ever be ashamed of you?”

“You just, you never want to take me out in public and if you do, it’s like a CIA classified secret. I just don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders and wipe away the tears that you hadn’t even realized were falling.

“I’m doing this to protect you. The media, especially paparazzi, are generally not good people so I want to keep you safe. Baby, they will say things about me, you, and our relationship just to make a quick buck. Not to mention these fans.” He rubs your cheek and looks into your eyes.

“I’m so sorry babe. I had no idea that this was making you insecure,” he said as he pulled you into a hug. You wanted to protest against him calling you insecure but you knew it was true. “I guess me trying to protect you, turned into me actually being the one who hurt you.”

“Chad, you were coming from a good place. The execution just sucked,” you chuckled and he joined you. You pulled away from the hug to look at him.

“You know that I love you right? I’m never going to leave you for anyone else because there is no one else out there for me. You’re it.”

You smiled widely and crashed your lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his. His hands trailed down to your ass, squeezing tightly. This made you moan and you hitched one of your legs up on his hip.

The sudden knock on the door scared the both of you and your lips disconnected. Chad sighed heavily and rested his forehead against yours.

“I have to go baby,” he told you and you shook your head like a little kid. He chuckled at your eagerness. “I don’t want to, trust me, but I have to.”

“Mm, alright,” you relented, taking your leg from his hip. You released the grip you had on him and helped him straighten out his suit again. Once you finished, he walked over to the door but turned back to you once his hand was on the handle.

“Hey,” he said, making you look up at him. “You know how I have the commencement address to give at Howard?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“Be my date?” He asked, biting his lip and you giggled while nodding your head.

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

Warning: Smut. But it’s like a fluffy smut so it shouldn’t be that bad 🤷🏽‍♀️Also, this is my first smut so please let me know how I did 🤞🏽

T’Challa followed you over to his bed and watched as you crawled into it. Once you got settled underneath the covers, you patted the space next to you, wanting him to join you. He sighed heavily before copying you, laying next to you. He opened his arms and you gladly moved into them, laying your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you tightly.

“Are you scared?” You asked him, referring to his coronation that was to be happening in a few short hours.

“Terrified,” he whispered. You were going to ask him to elaborate on that but you knew he would, only because he was talking to you.

“I only want to be a great king, like baba. I just, I do not know how,” he muttered. You turned over and laid your arm on his chest, resting your chin on it.

“I’m quite sure he did not know how either, when he first became king. But he learned okuswiti kwam. You will too.” (My sweet.)

He finally removed his gaze from the ceiling and directed it to you. “Ngaba ucinga ukuba kunjalo?” He asked wearily. (Do you really think so?)

“Of course, sithandwa sam. I believe in you.” (My love.)

He smiled lovingly and lifted his head, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. He tried to pull away but you quickly put one of your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him back to you. This kiss was more passionate, as you tried to convey how much you wanted him with your lips.

“Sithandwa sam, you want to-?” He questioned. Apparently, your lips told him what you wanted. Or maybe he just knew you that well. Probably the latter.

“Please.” You nodded. He suddenly flipped you so that you were underneath him, while he held his body weight on his forearms. “bekude kangaka,” you whispered, leaning up to nuzzle your nose against his. (It’s been too long.)

“Trust me, I know usana,” he mumbled. He kissed you again, while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His kisses eventually left your lips and moved downward, to your chin, then to your neck where he left wet smacks and licks which made you squirm. He moves further down, getting to your chest. He sits up on his knees and motions for you to do the same. You do so and he lifts your sweatshirt up and over your head. Being as though he kidnapped you out of your house at midnight, you didn’t see the need to put a bra back on so that sweatshirt was your only barrier.

He gently pushed you back down and took your left nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly. A loud gasp left your lips and his lips made a pop! sound as he took them from around your nipple.

“We can not be too loud mnandi. We would not want to be caught, no?” He doesn’t even wait for your answer before diving back down, switching his lips to your right nipple this time.

“N-no, that would, that would be bad,” you whimpered. After he made sure both of your nipples were fully erect, you felt his hand trail down your stomach to the shorts you were wearing. He made quick work of unbuttoning them and quickly sticking his hand inside.

“Y/N,” He tutted. He looked up at you and his gaze was dark with lust. “No undergarments mnandi?”

“You pulled me out of my home at midnight. What did you expect?” You giggled and he did as well, pressing another kiss to your lips. A moan ripped from your throat as you felt him insert a finger inside of you.

“So wet my love. You’ve been wanting this, eh?” He whispered. You nodded, biting your lip.

“T’Challa,” you whimpered. “Please don’t tease me. I need you Sithandwa sam.”

He nodded and helped you to quickly take off your shorts. You sat up and pulled his shirt off, making sure to run your fingertips over his pecs. He shrugged his pants off and hovered over you again.

“Ndiyakuthanda kakhulu uthando lwam,” he looked into your eyes and you about melted into the bed sheets. (I love you so much my love.)

“I love you as well usana,” you moaned out, as he slid inside of you while you said it.

“Bast,” he groaned as he moved in and out of you at a slow pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your back arched off of the bed in pleasure and T’Challa moaned at the feeling of your nipples against his bare chest.

“T’Challa,” you gasped as he hit a particular spot. “Yes, Bast yes.”

“You feel so good around me Y/N. I love to ha e you this way,” he grunted as he began to pick up the speed of his thrusts. You closed your eyes tightly, focused solely on the fantastic feeling T’Challa was giving you.

“T, I’m, I’m going to-“ you tried to tell him but the pleasure was just too overwhelming.

“I know mnandi, I know. Go ahead,” he attached his lips to yours ago, slipping his tongue into your mouth. “ndize ndize ntombazana,” he said. (Come for me baby girl.)

Those words were all you needed to hear because almost immediately after they left his lips, you felt your orgasm ripping throughout your entire body.

“Bast! Yes T’Challa! Please don’t stop!” You were moaning so loudly, T’Challa covered your mouth with one of his hands, all while still thrusting into you.

Just as you felt yourself coming down from your orgasmic cloud, T’Challa’a loud grunts and the way he was biting his lip let you know that he was close as well.

“Let go T. Please,” you leaned up and took his bottom lip into your mouth, sucking on it. He let out an almost feminine moan and you felt his release inside of you. It actually turned you on so much, you had another orgasm with him.

He collasped on top of you but you didn’t mind. You loved having him this close. You ran your fingers through his coils as you both attempted to regulate your breathing.

“That was amazing, as always,” he chucked, making you smile. He sat up and slowly pulled himself out of you, making you wince. He laid down next to you and you snuggled into him. He pulled the cover over you two as you both stared at the ceiling.

After a while, he though you had fallen asleep but your tired voice broke through the silence.

“Do you think we have a future together?” You wondered aloud.

He was silent for a mintue while he run his fingers through your hair.

“No matter what the future brings, I’ll always look at you and think, ‘life has been good to me’.”

You looked up at him and didn’t say anything. You just smiled and pressed your lips to his. After kissing for a few seconds, you pulled away and laid back on his chest.

“Good night Sithandwa sam. I love you.”

“Good night T’Challa. I love you more.”

........as I was writing this, I low key made myself mad because I wish I had someone as sweet as T’Challa 😭😭😭❤️

Hi! 👋🏽This is my first ever imagine that I’ve posted to Tumblr. I’ve been a pretty much silent reader of all of the BP fanfics circulating on Tumblr and because I’m a regular writer anyways, I figured I’d give it a try lol. Please like and reblog if you enjoy it!

Summary: Chadwick helps you out during one of your rare moments of self doubt.

Warnings: Fluff. A lot of it. An immense amount of it.

“Baby!” She heard Chadwick scream throughout the apartment, making her roll her eyes.

“Y/N!” He yelled again, and she could hear what sounded like bags being set down.

“Stop yelling, you lunatic! I’m in the room,” she called out and she could hear his footsteps getting closer.

“I finished all of the last minute things for the trip. I got our tickets printed, the ibuprofen for your headaches and all the travel size versions of anything that we could need,” he lists and his head pops into the doorway. “God damn.”

She was standing in front of the mirror near their bed, in a two piece black swimsuit. The top was a halter style, with a keyhole near her breasts and the bottoms were high waisted with slits in the sides.

“You look amazing,” Chadwick smiles as he walks further into the room to stand behind her. “I’m going to have the finest girl in Greece on my arm,” he wraps his arms around her shoulders and looks at her in the mirror.

She smiles lightly but Chadwick knows it’s not sincere.

“What’s wrong?”

“My skin.” She states and Chadwick sighs heavily. She had eczema, which is a skin condition where the skin is highly sensitive and reacts to every, seemingly, little thing. Being a girl with a brown skin tone, the patches of irritation showed up as discoloration on her body, making it seem as though some parts of her skin were light skin.

She’d had it since the age of 7 and after 20 plus years, she had somewhat learned how to handle it. However, she still had her days where she felt ugly. And this was one of those days.

“Baby,” he presses a kiss to the back of her head before meeting her eyes in the mirror again. “You’re beautiful, even with your eczema.”

“Chad, it’s not about that,” she shrugged and he nodded.

“Well, what is it about?”

“I’m sick of how people look at me sometimes. Wondering why my skin looks like this,” she takes a deep breath and then continues. “I feel like a fucking female version of Michael Jackson.”

He knew she was being serious but he couldn’t help but to snicker a little at the Michael comment. She scoffed and pushed his arms from around her.

“Nice to know that you find this funny.” She turned and glared at him before stomping off into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.

He sighed and walked over to the door, leaning on the wall.

“Baby, I wasn’t laughing at you. Only at what you said. I know that I’ll never understand what you go through on a daily basis but you have to believe me baby. You’re amazing.”

He could hear her sniffling and that made him go into panic mode, wanting to do whatever he had to to stop her tears.

“You’re fucking hilarious, you’re so sweet and kind, a little bit too sarcastic but you make up for it with how much you care for people. Y/N, trust me. If people are preoccupied with your skin when they first meet you, it’s definitely not what they’re thinking about after they actually talk to you.”

There’s a long pause and Chadwick starts to think that maybe he should just leave her alone for a while. Just as he’s about to get off the wall and walk out of the bedroom, the bathroom door flies open. She’s standing there with a huge smile on her face, despite the tears stains from a few seconds ago.

“How’d I ever get so lucky to have an amazing man like you?” She asked, shaking her head.

“Come here,” he held his arms open and she stepped into them, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

“I love you so much, alright? Don’t forget that,” he whispered into her ear.

“I don’t think I’d be able to with how much you remind me,” she giggled. She pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes. “And I love you too.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Alrighty, come on. We have to be at the airport at 4am and you know how you get when you don’t get your beauty sleep,” he teased and left a soft smack to her ass, making her gasp and hit him in the arm. “Chop chop missy.”

He pulls away from her and walks out of the room, leaving her shaking her head.

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.

The imagine below was requested by @awesome-shinybouquetluminary!

Summary: Hi! Can I request a Chadwick Boseman imagine where you’re going to your first event with him? I imagine that’d be super overwhelming with all of the famous people and I’d personally fan girl over Tom Holland too much 😂 (which, same girl, same. For me it’d be Harry Styles or Zayn.)

Warning: Some fan girling at the end. We’re all familiar with that I’m sure 😂😭

“Baby, come on! You’re going to make us late!” Chadwick groaned loudly while leaning against the wall next to you guys’ bedroom door.

“I’m coming! Jesus Christ,” you mumbled as you fastened the strap of your heel around your ankle.

Today was the night that many had been waiting for, for months now. The premier of Black Panther. As if that wasn’t enough, this was also the first event that you and Chadwick were attending as a couple, publicly.

Keeping your relationship under wraps didn’t even happen intentionally. Between Chad being gone constantly, filming Civil War and then Black Panther almost immediately after, meant that you two didn’t spend much time together. That was all going to change tonight though.

“Calm down Chad, I’m ready,” you said as you opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. Chadwick looked over and his jaw dropped, making you giggle.

The halter neck, flowing dress was made of an almost lamaè material, and gold in color to match the accent of Chad’s jacket. The dress stopped right at the top of your high heels and the thigh high slit on your right side gave the dress enough sexiness without being too revealing.

“God damn,” Chadwick exhaled sharply and he twisted his finger in a circle, motioning for you to spin around. You did as he said, making sure to turn slowly so that he could see every inch of you. Once you were facing him again, you noticed that all too familiar glint in his eye. The one he got when he wanted you.

“I don’t think so buddy,” you laughed while you shook your head quickly. “We gotta go, remember?” You smirked as you walked around him.

“We could be a little late.”

“Let’s go Boseman!”

The ride to the Dolby Theatre in Hollywood was fairly short and pretty soon, the limousine that you two were sitting in pulled up in front.

You glanced out of the window and you could see the carpet, and Chadwick’s co-stars on it. You also saw the hundreds, literally, of photographers, journalists, and other press yelling as his co-stars posed.

“Ready?” Chad asked as the driver got out to open your doors.

“Definitely,” you smiled and Chad mirrored it before leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. The driver opened his door and he stepped out, causing the waiting crowd to cheer madly at the man of the hour.

Chadwick turned back to face the car and held his hand out. You grabbed it tightly and slowly stepped out of the car, trying to be careful of your dress.

“Just smile and stay close, ok?” He whispered to you and you nodded. You two slowly made your way down the carpet, posing and doing different things that the photographers would ask for in order to get their shot.

After about 5 minutes of that, Chadwick got pulled away from you to conduct a few on carpet interviews and you did as he said, staying close by and waiting for him.

“Y/N?” You heard your name and looked to your right to see Lupita N’yongo walking towards you. Your eyes widen and you found yourself pointing to your chest before you could stop yourself.

“Yeah, hi! It’s so nice to finally you meet!” She smiled her brilliant smile and you couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to you.

“You know who I am?” You asked in disbelief.

“Of course! I’m pretty sure everyone who worked on the movie knows who Y/N L/N is. That includes the crew.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re all Chadwick would talk about on set.”

“I was?” You smiled. In spite of your inner self fan girling, hearing Chadwick talked about you, often, made you happy.

You suddenly felt hands on your shoulders and glanced behind you to see Chad.

“Hey Lupita. You look beautiful.,” he told her.

“Thanks, you do too.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Of course,” she laughed. “I had to come meet the woman who’s name I’ve heard hundreds of times in the last 6 months.”

You glanced behind you to see Chadwick smiling shyly. Just then, one of the crew hands came to tell Lupita that some people wanted to talk to her and she excused herself before walking away. You turned around to face Chadwick and you exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“I just met Lupita fucking N’yongo. I love her,” you gushed, making Chadwick laugh.

“You’ve known she was my co-star.”

“Yeah but I hadn’t met her in fucking person. Holy shit,” you giggled.

“If you thought that was something, look down there,” he pointed behind you and you turned to follow his finger. There, walking down the carpet looking like the bad bitch she is, was Janelle Monae.

“I’m going to fucking faint.”

I hope you liked it sweetheart! Requests are still open.💗

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

Warnings: Slight Angst, One of those relationships where two people are friends but they know they have feelings for each other but they choose to remain friends (which is the most annoying shit in the world, btw)

“Y/N! Kha wuleza!” T’Challa whisper yelled from the ground beneath you. (Come quickly.)

“I’m trying! Climbing out of a window from the second floor isn’t the easiest thing in the world you know!” You whispered back harshly. He just smiled at your smart comeback and held his hands out, gesturing for you to keep coming down.

Once you had finally let go of the vine and had both of your feet on the ground again, T’Challa immediately grabbed your hand in his, intertwining your fingers.

“What do you have planned T’Challa?” You wondered, recognizing that glint in his eye which appeared whenever he had something up his sleeve.

“Don’t concern yourself with that,” he shook his head. “Come with me.”

You nodded silently and he began to lead you two away from your home. As you walked and the minutes passed, you immediately recognized the path that you two were on and you knew where it led. Your spot.

Your spot was a small, beautiful grove that was almost on the border of Wakanda. The both of you had spent many nights there as children. Playing hide and seek, fighting imaginary bad guys, hiding from your parents. This was also the spot where T’Challa first realized that he loved you, the spot where you shared their first kiss with each other, and the spot where you two decided that you couldn’t be together.

You took your customary places on the edge of the small river bank. T’Challa apparently came here before coming to get you from your home, because there was a blanket laid out and small candles lit around it.

“What is this all for?” You questioned as he laid his head in your lap. You absentmindedly played with the small coils on the top of his head.

“I just thought I would do something for you. I want to apologize for not being around much as of late, and not being able to spend any time with you.”

You looked down at him and saw the look of guilt on his face.

“It’s ok mnandi,” you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. “I understand.”

“It is still not excusable.”

You knew that he was going to continue his self loathing for not being around as of late, so you chose not to argue with him. You continued to play with his hair as silence fell over you both.

“Everything is going to change,” he whispered and he whispered so quietly, you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it.

“I become King of Wakanda tomorrow and I shall never have time for you any longer.” You looked down to to see him already looking at you.

“T’Challa, we’ve already discussed this,” you stated in a warning tone, not wanting to ruin their night together by bringing up that horrid topic.

“I hate that it has to be this way sithandwa sam. You know that I have always planned for us to be together, the way we should.” He sat up and turned his body to face yours.

“T’Challa, as the new king and black panther, you are going to have a lot of things to worry about. You are going to have a plethora of new responsibilities that will require your full attention. You will have no time to concern yourself with building a strong relationship with me.”

“But I will! My love for you consumes my every waking moment mnandi,” he reaches down and takes ahold your hands, squeezing lightly. “I’ve never known a life without a love for you in it.”

“Oh, sithandwa sam,” you removed one of your hands from his grip and brought it to his face, rubbing your palm over his cheek. “This is what is best. Not just for the people of Wakanda, but you and me as well.”

“How will us being apart be best for the two of us?” He cocked his head to the side, making you laugh at the over dramatic action.

“We both are aware of how you become when you are stressed. We both know how I become when I feel like someone has an attitude with me,” You smiled and he nods immediately.

“Isn’t that the Bast’s honest truth?” He mumbled and you scoffed in mock offense.

“Seriously T’Challa. We wouldn’t last a month under those circumstances.”

“I know baby, I know. However, that does not change the fact that I love you.”

“And I you,” you took ahold of his chin and pulled him towards you, leaving a soft yet firm kiss to his lips.

You two spent another hour and a half in the grove, talking and reminiscing on your childhoods together and how far you both have come.

“Come mnandi, it is one a.m. I should bring you back to your home,” T’Challa stands up and holds out his hand to you. You grab it and he helps you stand up.

“I do not want to go home,” you told him and he bent down to grab the blanket you two had been sitting on.

“Well, where are you going to go?” He chuckles as he stands up straight.

“With you.”

He freezes and looks into your eyes. “Sithandwa sam,” He begins in a husky tone. “That is not a wise idea.”

“Why ever not?”

“Your parents would wonder as to your whereabouts, for one. For two, I’m not sure if I would be able to remain a gentleman.”

Your eyes widen at his honest words and you swallow thickly. You knew it was probably not the best idea, for both of the reasons that he had listed, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be with him.

“Please T’Challa,” you say softly before adding a pout for good measure. It works because he sighs heavily before nodding his head. You squeal happily as he grabs your hand and begins to lead you back into the city.

Once you two reach the palace, T’Challa signals for the Dora Milijae to remain quiet as he points to me and they nod in understanding. You both walk quietly throughout the palace to T’Challa’s quarters. He opens the door to his bedroom and lets you walk inside first before following and shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it.

“I shall sleep on the floor mnandi, you will take the bed,” T’Challa says but you shake your head.

“Nonsense. This bed is made for a king. It is surely big enough for the two of us.”

“mntana oyimtombazana,” He starts to protest but you automatically give him a pout again, making him sigh in defeat.

“Come,” you say as you hold your hand out. He hesitates at first but he grabs it and you lead him to the bed.

I’m so happy with the responses that I got on my last Imagine! If you guys have any requests, my ask is wide open lol