Black Panther Imaginations (One Shots Ft Readers)

The Last Hope| T'Challa

As you are the only daughter in the family. Your parents passed away in a war of Wakanda which they took a part. Your father sacrifice his life in order to keep T'Challa alive in front of your eyes.

The minute you saw your mum and dad fallen to the ground right infornt of you while you cannot do anything to go near them. One of the Dora Milaje hold you and took you to a room to rest.

Finally, after hours of fighting, hours of hoping, hours of praying. The Wakandans ended the war since they won. Unfortunately, for the ones you have died with glory had be hurried at the cemetery first.

"Who is that?" T'Challa asked General Okoye while he was walking more of limping in to his chamber to rest.

"She is the girl that have lost her parents in the fight." General Okoye trying to remind T'Challa who you was.

"Oh. The parents that saved my life? Call her to my room." T'Challa said to General Okoye.

General Okoye nods. After taking T'Challa into his chamber. She headed to one of the rooms to call you. You followed her to the chamber of T'Challa. As you enter, you could see him sitting at the ledge of his huge bed.

"Leave us." T'Challa said ordering everyone to leave. You stood there stiff and still.

"Come here. What is your name?" T'Challa asked as you stood in front of him.

"Y/n." You replied short. Still in tears about your family that died in a war.

"Oh. I am so sorry for the lost of your brave parents. I will bury them next to where our ancestors that passed away. I will also grant your parents a bravery award. What do you want?" T'Challa asked. He felt bad for your situation.

"Thank you. I just need to go to collage. I send them my application. I will be fine." You explained to T'Challa. Your weary eyes says everything opposite.

"But your eyes are lying." He said to you. He tried to stand up from sitting down and he almost fell down. You quickly hugged him to support him so he does not fall.

"Are you okay? I will call your Dora's." You immediately said that as you put him to sit on the bed again.

"No." T'Challa replied as his hands gripped your wrist tight pulling you to stand in front of him again.

"Okay. Do you need any help?" You asked him as you saw so many bleeds on his body, with the cuts here and there, bruises all over his face.

"Yes please. If you don't mind." He nodded. You stood to wait for his next command.

"You need me to clean your wounds?" You asked as though you can read his face expression.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Okay. I can help." You said as you smile a little bit.

You took the towel and wet it with the water that was in the bowl and started wiping all the blood away.

"Na'ah. This cannot work. You have to sit in the bathroom and let the shower run." You explained to T'Challa.

"Are you ordering me?" T'Challa quipped you.

"No." You quickly shakes your head and giggled.