Part Two of War Dog
"I...I..."
"Umyali!"
You thank the gods for Jafari.
"Jafari."
He bows to you and T'Challa.
"My apologies my king. Umyali your mother has asked for you. Something is pressing."
"I'm coming."
You quickly walk off, leaving T'Challa staring at the empty space you used to be standing at. He frowns.
You never answered his question.
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"Mother have I told you how much I love you?"
"Why?" Your mother asks, looking at you.
"The king asked me out on a date and I did not answer due to you summoning me."
"What were you going to say?"
"I wasn't going to respond."
Your mother laughs.
"Oh Astrid! You are so foolish! Say yes! T'Challa has always admired you."
"Mother I am not made to date the king!"
"Who cares? Kings pick queens not based on nobility but on their ability to lead and capture their hearts. They are meant to be the advisor when the other advisors fail."
You sigh.
"Fine. Mala!"
The servant appears.
"Please take this to T'Challa."
You quickly write a note and the servant bows, running off with it.
"Now: Where's the fire?"
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T'Challa stands nervously in your quarters. He is in black jeans, a dashiki hoodie, and sneakers. You appear and he stares.
You're in a sheer black cropped hoodie with a black & silver bralette under it, black high waist jeans that have rips, the most noticeable being under your left butt cheek, and gold sneakers. Your hair is in a neat ponytail with two strands hanging on the sides of your face.
"You look...wow."
You blush before grabbing your small backpack and taking his hand as you two leave.
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You hug the Black Panther plush that he won for you at the carnival. He smiles as you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. You two walk around some more before heading out to eat.
You two picked a restaurant that is quiet and tucked away. You two enter and are seated in a private booth. A black curtain allows you two to see out but people can't see in.
"Bast...I'm nervous."
"Why my king?"
T'Challa blushes as you say "my king" with a softness.
"You're just...perfect."
You blush.
"No, you're perfect my king."
"T'Challa is Fine."
"I prefer my king. Would you deny me that?"
T'Challa blushes before you cup his face and kiss him. He pulls you close, rubbing your thigh.
"I could never deny you."
You chuckle as you trace his lips.
"What do you want to eat?" You ask.
"You."
You laugh and T'Challa grins.
"I'm not on the menu my king."
"Wish you were."
You chuckle as you kiss him again.
"I think I want the beef stew."
T'Challa holds you as you two look at the menu. He steals many more kisses before the end of the dinner.
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You and T'Challa begin a relationship that is sweet and sensual. When you aren't busy being the commander and he isn't busy being the king and black Panther, you two can be found together.
Erik, Ramonda, Shuri; and your mother loves you two together.
You two had a picnic with the family and T'Challa has rest his head on your thigh at one point, you running your fingers through his hair. Shuri has taken a picture—a picture you framed and put on your living room's wall. You began filling the wall with pictures of you and T'Challa.
There's one of T'Challa and you sitting on his throne, him hugging you as he kisses your temple. Another is you and T'Challa in the pool, you on his shoulders as you hold his head and he grins. Your mother's favourite is you and T'Challa in matching colours for a diplomatic dinner he had to attend. He wore a black suit and shirt with a purple Wakandan print scarf wrapped around his shoulder, pinned to his left shoulder. You are in a black dress that came
Mid thigh and that has a black to purple ombré jacket with a sweeping train. You have on purple heels and your makeup is simple.
You two also work in the same office, enjoying each other's company while working.
All and all it's a cute and budding relationship.
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You eye W'Kabi with distaste and T'Challa raises an eyebrow.
What's wrong? He mouthed.
I don't trust him.
T'Challa nods and looks at W'Kabi. Erik also doesn't trust him.
"W'Kabi."
He looks at T'Challa.
"Do you have a problem?"
"What?"
You roll your eyes. You don't like W'Kabi.
"Do you have a problem with how the king rules?" You asks, eyeing him.
Everyone knows you are very protective of T'Challa, just as he is of you.
"I..."
"Answer truthfully W'Kabi," you say, eyes narrowed. "I can judge your statement with magic. You won't like that."
W'Kabi swallows: everyone knows you are a guru with magic and no one has been able to beat you when you use it.
"I do not...agree with certain things."
"He was ready to throw his whole life away when I showed up," Erik says.
You look at Erik and raise an eyebrow.
"I see you can't be honest W'Kabi. My king?"
T'Challa is silent, thinking.
"Go ahead Umyali."
W'Kabi glows purple as your magic judges him.
"He is not pure of heart. He holds no loyalty to you."
W'Kabi blinks before growling. He lunges.
Erik is instantly in front of you but you push him aside and block the blow from W'Kabi. Your hand glows black as it goes through his stomach.
Everyone gasps.
You pull back before looking at your hand. You look at T'Challa before disappearing. He curses as he orders them to get W'Kabi to his sister as he ends the meeting.
T'Challa enters your mother's room.
"Is Astrid here?"
"No. She stopped by though but left. Went to see her father."
"Where is he?"
"In Asgard."
T'Challa blinks before cursing.
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Several Weeks Later
T'Challa goes to your mother's quarters everyday in hopes you'll come home. He misses you.
W'Kabi is Fine and the council isn't angry with you. He isn't angry with you either.
He enters today with little hope you'll be there. He gasps at seeing you reading on the couch. The weight hit you and you giggle as T'Challa kisses all over your face.
"T'Challa!"
"Astrid!"
He kisses you and picks you up, hands on your butt. You giggle as he kisses you before putting you down.
"You came back!"
"Momma yelled at me."
T'Challa kisses you again.
"Are you staying?"
"Yes."
T'Challa grins and kisses you again, nuzzling your nose as you giggle.
"You and I have some catching up to do."
You smile.
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Catching up means dicking down and you don't mind.
T'Challa is pounding into you (with de strength of de black pantha!) and you are clawing the bed as he kisses your shoulder. He pulls your hair and you moan as he kisses your neck.
"Fuck! Babe!"
T'Challa pulls out, flips you over before sliding back in. You hug him as he kisses all over your face and neck as he pounds into you.
"Fuckkkkk!"
T'Challa kisses you as he begins slow, deep thrusts.
"T...T'Challa!"
"Close?" He murmurs.
"Yes...!"
T'Challa gives some strokes that you never even knew he could do (and who taught him this?!) and he's kissing your neck and boy it's too much because you cum hard.
He kisses you as he pulls out and cleans up, before laying next to you.
"Who...who taught you how to sling dick like that?"
T'Challa laughs as he kisses you before resting his head on your chest.
"Keep fucking me like that and I'll marry you."
T'Challa smirks before plotting.
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Several Weeks Later
You look at the box T'Challa put before you.
"What...?"
"Open it."
You do and gasps. It's a black vibranium ring with black and white diamonds. There are hints of white gold as well.
"T'Challa..."
"Will you marry me Astrid? I want to be your husband and I want you to be my wife. My queen."
You slip the ring on before looking at T'Challa.
"Yes."
He grins as he kisses you. He has his general and he doesn't want it any other way.