Black Panther Imagines

T'Challa x Reader: A Romantic Dinner

Dedicated to loganpaul1994

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1. Who is your favorite character from Black Panther and why?

   Y/N'S POV

  T'Challa wrapped his arms around me and asked me,"What would you like to do today, my queen?"

  I looked up at T'Challa and admitted to him,"We could go to dinner. Just the two of us. We haven't had a chance to do that in a while, given everything that has been going on the last few months."

  T'Challa smiled down at me and placed a kiss on my shoulder saying,"All right, my love, then I guess we are going out to dinner. Here or back on Wakanda?"

  T'Challa was referring to a restaurant in New York City, which was where I grew up, or back on Wakanda.

  I replied,"Here, T'Challa. Don't tell Shuri. I promised to show her New York before you."

  T'Challa chuckled and pecked my lips, replying,"It will be safe with me. Don't worry, Y/N."

  I smiled and T'Challa went into the bathroom, taking a shower first. While T'Challa took a shower, I tried to pick out what I would wear to dinner. I knew I was wearing a dress, but I was not sure what color dress to wear.
  I went with a F/C dress and some wedges, since there was a nice restaurant right down the street. Luckily, it was not one of the restaurants you had to make a reservation first.

  I set the dress and the wedges on the bed, before T'Challa walked out of the bathroom. I walked in and quickly took a shower, not wanting to waste any time.
  After I was finished with the shower, T'Challa handed me my dress and wedges. I thanked him with a kiss and slipped on the two items, along with some perfume, deodorant, and lotion.

  Lotion was my best friend..Had to have it.

  When I exited the bathroom, T'Challa was wearing a black tux and he looked good. T'Challa chuckled and held out his hand, before I put mine in his.

  He twirled me around and said,"You look amazing. Ready to go?"

  I nodded and T'Challa led me out of my apartment, then he walked us to the restaurant. Well, I led the way but T'Challa still wanted to feel like he was protecting me. I let him, because it was one of the cuter positives of his personality.
  The second we entered the restaurant, we were led to a table. The table was near the back, which I had no problem with. T'Challa pulled out my chair for me and I sat down in it.

  T'Challa pushed it in under the table and sat down in his chair, sliding my menu over to me. He used his free hand to hold my left hand, while we both tried to figure out what we wanted to eat.

  T'Challa asked me, in a deep tone of voice,"Y/N, do you know what you want yet?"

  I chuckled at T'Challa's tone and admitted to him,"T'Challa, do me a favor and drop the tone. Stop trying to sound all romantic."

  T'Challa smiled and said,"Okay. I was trying to impress you, my love, but you don't seem very impressed. I read that the low voice is found attractive."

  I placed a kiss on T'Challa's hand and said to him,"Baby, no matter what you do, you will always be attractive to me. You don't need to listen to some magazine to impress me. Plus, stop reading those magazines. No one does that anymore."

  T'Challa shrugged saying,"Some people may, Y/N. Not all things technology are as good as they seem to be."

  I nodded and T'Challa and I waited for our drinks, which was water by the way.

  When I told T'Challa I wanted water, this is what he said to me,"Y/N, now I know we don't speak about our personal lives often, but you're not unhealthy or overweight. Stop trying to starve yourself. If you want Sprite or Tea, then take one of those. You're beautiful the way you are and yes, I have noticed your change in dining. I may be at home more than I would like, but I am not stupid. I know you. I know the greatest thing that has happened to me and yes, her weight will not change that."

  Tears fell down my face and I instantly got up, sitting down in T'Challa's lap.

  He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back, as I sniffed saying,"I love you, Black Panther."

  T'Challa replied,"I love you, too, Y/N. I love you, too."

  T'Challa wiped my tears and I sat with him for the rest of dinner, even as we ate our food.

  As we were just talking, T'Challa looked past our table and asked me,"Y/N, what is that woman wearing? Are those actual clothes?"

  I giggled and nodded saying,"Yes, T'Challa. Welcome to the real world. You're not in Wakanda anymore."

  T'Challa said,"I'm going to-"

  I said,"No, Panther. If you do that, then we'll problems. I'm not trying to have problems on our date night. Just keep it in your head, T'Challa. Just keep it in your head."

  Even as T'Challa remained quiet, you could practically read his thoughts out loud. Everyone had a different sense of fashion and others may think it was crazy, but some may think you were crazy yourself. It was just how things worked.