ALL THE STARS → T'CHALLA IMAGINES

goodbye love - part two

a/n: i think the song "All These Years" by Camila Cabello fits this one-shot pretty well. enjoy!

Months after T'Chaka's funeral, you were now in Paris. You had left Wakanda for good and started working for a different agency as a spy. You were ordered to attend a party with one of the politicians of the government you were monitoring.

You descended the grand staircase into the large ballroom, your arm looped through your date's. A giant chandelier hung over the dance floor as couples moved to the music coming from the orchestra nearby.

"I'll go get us some drinks." Your date flashed you a toothy grin before heading off. Good riddance,you thought. The more he left you alone, the better.

As you scanned the faces of the people around you, it was almost like you were scrolling through the agency's database. You knew everyone's name and what they were being investigated for. Then, your eyes landed on someone who was interesting, not to the agency, but to you.

T'Challa was on the dance floor with a woman you didn't recognize. She certainly wasn't Wakandan. Your breath hitched. You hadn't expected to see him ever again, yet here he was, just a few yards away from you. You looked around to make sure he was the only representative from Wakanda here, and sure enough, he was. Without thinking, your heels clicked against the floor as you made your way over to him.

The orchestra finished playing their song, and everyone stopped dancing or chatting to applaud them. You tapped the woman T'Challa had been dancing with on the shoulder. She turned around to look at you. "Excuse me, would you mind if I cut in?"

She offered you a warm smile. "Not at all, dear. Go ahead." She left the dance floor.

When T'Challa's eyes landed on you, his whole body went stiff. "(Y/N)."

"T'Challa, or should I say King T'Challa." You performed the traditional Wakandan greeting of respect by crossing your arms over your chest.

"Come on, we're beyond that." He smiled.

The orchestra started playing again, this time a tango, and you and T'Challa looked at each other. You grabbed hold of each other and started to move to the rhythm. It felt so strange to once again be touching him, to once again have his hands on you, but it felt so familiar all the same.

"So, what brings you here?" you asked as you danced. "Are you still parading around, pretending to be the leader of a third world country?"

He ignored your comment. "I could ask you the same."

"I'm on a mission."

"So not much has changed since we last saw each other."

"Besides the fact that I'm with a different agency now."

You could feel him become tense. "Right. I'm sure that makes you guilty of treason in Wakanda."

"But we're not in Wakanda now, are we?" You wrapped your leg around his hips, your foot hooking behind his knee. "Unless you intend on bringing me in."

He stared blankly at you. "No, no. There's no need for that."

You let go of him. "Now it's your turn."

"I think you'll actually be quite proud of me." He smirked.

You raised a brow. "Oh, really? Why is that?"

"Wakanda is no longer known as a third world country and now has outreach centers in multiple countries." He beamed proudly.

Your eyes widened. You never thought you would hear those words come out of his mouth. "So, the world knows." You let out a slight laugh. "You got tired of hiding?"