A Panther's Panther. (T'Challa x Reader)

Chapter Four: A Little Sassy

The voice was one she had never heard before and the energy behind it was angry and heavy.

"Don't trip. I'll be taking these items off your hands." The conversation became muffled and then she heard her own voice.

"Sometimes the clothes don't make they man." (Y/N) studied her surroundings. A museum? Why were they in a museum?

"Ya, man. You're right I guess, but I'm going to need a Kumnyama Omnyama and your the last one alive."

"There is only one able to hold the stone ever alive at a time."

Suddenly, (Y/N) was thrown to the ground in pain. She couldn't place what would cause the pain she had never felt it before.

"I've been waiting for this my whole life..." The sentence turned muffled as (Y/N) stood up she felt suddenly panicked. She saw an older her and T'Challa, the third person was blurry. The third person threw T'Challa over the a water fall and she tried to stop the man but she fell to the ground again the same pain shooting through her body. The scene shifted again and she couldn't place there surroundings but it was familiar.

"Why do you keep fight he is long dead and I am your king. You are my Kumnyama Omnyama you are to obey my commands."

"I am not your Kumnyama Omnyama nor will I ever be. You murdered my king and I will never stop fighting you until the end of my life!" (Y/N) yelled. She could feel herself choking.

"That could be arranged." Suddenly she was dropped with one lingering word.

"T'Challa..."

(Y/N) bolted awake. She took in her surroundings, she was in her room surrounded by papers Shuri asked (begged) her to look through because she "would be the only one able to understand it." She remembered her foresight and ran to her balcony. By now the 45 foot jump had become no issue. She took a few steps backwards and ran forward jumping from the rail in panther form and landing on T'Challa's balcony in human form.

(Y/N) opened and closed the balcony door. She looked at the sleeping form and sighed dropping to her knees. She was already worn out from the foresight but the switch added to it. After a moment she stood up and switched forms, climbing into bed with T'Challa. She pressed herself against his right side, head over his heart. T'Challa's hand came up and set on her body. The habit was so burned into his memory that he did it even while asleep.

(Y/N) knew she wouldn't be falling alseep after that foresight. There would be no way that she would be able to. She looked at the clock to see how much sleep she would be loosing. 3:45. Only three hours that's nice.
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"Ndikunqwenelela usuku lokuzalwa (Happy birthday to you)!" All the Dora Milaje said at once at the end of their training the next day. (Y/N) smiled and laughed lightly.

"Mbulela wonke umntu (thank you everyone)." She said happily.

"18. You're getting old now." Okoye said making (Y/N) push her.

"You're impossible." She laughed. They all laughed. (Y/N) moved to her cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I have to go. I'll see you all later." Once she was out of ear shot one of the other Dora Milaje spoke.

"Do you think she'll pass?"

"There is no way she'll fail." Ayo answered.
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As (Y/N) walked closer to T'Challa's training ground she felt like something was wrong. When she reached it he was on the ground in a heap. His attempt to get up was a failure as one of the warriors pushed him over. Another raised his sword to deliver what looked to be a final blow when a rock drilled his hand. He dropped the sword and looked at his hand. The rock was thrown hard enough to lodge itself in his hand. A whistle brought the groups to (Y/N).