The Dora Milaje walked over and grabbed Talib. (Y/N) stood up and picked up Kali. T'Challa glared at Talib.
"Why are you anywhere near my family?"
"I won't say a word to you." Talib spat. "I'll only speak to ihenyukazi (whore)."
"You won't speak a word to her." T'Challa hissed. (Y/N) gently set Kali down.
"If you want to know anything then-" (Y/N) abruptly walked over to Talib punched him in the face. He curled into himself and she brought his face to her knee. "What the hell-"
"You will speak now, in front of him, or you will not be heard. Speak." (Y/N) said.
"Then I won't be heard."
"Then so be it. I want to go back to our room." (Y/N) said to T'Challa. He nodded and picked up Kali. (Y/N) took Kamau who just shifted and snuggled into her. T'Challa allowed her to go first and he followed.
"Take him away. Tell my father I will speak with him shortly."
----------------------------------T'Challa had changed into much more formal clothing than the training clothes he was in earlier. He looked to (Y/N) who was fussing over the babies. T'Challa smiled and walked over her gently lead her away from the babies' spot on their bed. He even had to turn her chin to look at him.
"Have I truly lost my own wife's attention?" He asked.
"Every man loses his wife's attention when children become involved." She finally met his eyes as she spoke.
"I don't know how long I will be. Shuri said she was going to stop by soon. Umama I assume will bring dinner." He explained. (Y/N) nodded and rested her head against his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." She muttered. "Go. Don't worry over me." T'Challa pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I shall always worry over you until our dying days." He said brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Go you hopeless romantic." T'Challa smiled and left. (Y/N) stood for a few before looking back at the children.
You should never hover over a sleeping child. They are bound to awake then you are stuck with a screaming child and your own foolishness.
Her mother's words rang in her head. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes before catching her look in the mirror. She looked like her mother.
"I am becoming my mother." She mumbled walking out the door. Her instinct screamed defend and she raised her hands to create a shield. She looked at the man, he was masked. "I know you."
The man tilted his head as if to tell her to continue.
"You killed my mother." She said. The man ran towards her but abruptly stopped. "It won't be the same battle it was then."
"(Y/N)!" Shuri said.
"Send someone to get T'Challa. Take the twins to your mother." Shuri did as (Y/N) asked. Shutting the door behind her. (Y/N) walked to the man and took off the mask. All she could do was stand there. The mask slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.
Clank.
Clank.
"How? You're dead."
She stood silent, staring at the man. They stood in silence as they stared each other down. Tears streamed down (Y/N) face.
"Answer me, damn it!" She yelled.
"You are my biggest mistake." He said softly. (Y/N) let out a scream.
"You loved mom! So why? Why kill her?"
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A Panther's Panther. (T'Challa x Reader)
FanficThe Soul Stone is passed down from mother to daughter. Only strong women has the ability to wield the stone. This has happened for hundreds of years and for those hundreds of year the Black Panther and all of Wakanda has tried (and succeeded) in kee...