MARVEL & DC IMAGINES

] be careful sweetheart 1 [

Requested: hell yea

A/N: ahem...the man can get it from me. Just putting it out there

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The Dora Milaje took you in as their own since you were found, a child lost in the forest. They raised you, trained you and gave you a home in Wakanda despite being an outsider.

You worked hard for the armor you now wear and the weapons you wield. You've fought battles to protect the throne and have stood alongside Ayo and Okoye and the rest of the warriors. You've watched in pride as your childhood friend, the crowned prince T'challa ascended to the throne of King.

You weren't backing down when he lost it to his long lost cousin, Njadaka. Or Erik.

Okoye gave you a warning look from across the room where she was sitting down among the council. You stood firm and quiet, clenching your teeth in anger as you silently glared at the man who stole the crown.

Soon the meeting adjourned and one by one the council members left, leaving only the Dora and the king.

"Y'all can leave, too." King N'jadaka told them, sitting in his throne arrogantly. Looking up, his eyes met yours. You stilled, suddenly aware of the impact. "Except you."

Okoye turned to him, with a couple of the Dora behind her, almost instinctively, as if protecting you. "But my king, she's—-"

"Now!" He raised his voice, stopping them. They slowly nodded, leaving the room but not before throwing you a knowing look. Warning you to be careful. Soon, only the two of you were left.

"Y/N. Is it?" He spoke, bringing his finger to his lips as if in deep thought.

You nodded, still standing in the middle of the room, with your spear next to you. "Yes, my king."

"I don't appreciate your attitude towards me. Hell, I should kill you right now and add another mark on me." He crossed his legs.

You shook your head, challenging him even if you knew he has the crown now. "You can try."

"Nah. It would be too easy. You're not really a warrior, are you? You're not even Wakandan." He sneered, standing up and walking over to you slowly. "You don't deserve to be here."

"Then go ahead and kill me. I would rather die for the Wakanda that I know and love instead of living in the Wakanda that I know you are going to destroy." You said, your eyes looking up at he loomed over you. His height towering you as you glared at each other.

"Bitter words coming from such sweet lips." Erik murmured, leaning over to whisper something by your ear. "Be careful, sweetheart. You turn your back on me and I might just grab your ass and make you princess."

You fought the blush coming up to your cheeks, hoping that if it does show, he'd see it as anger. You didn't know why but the new king had an effect on you. Maybe it wasn't really hatred that you felt.

He suddenly chuckled, leaning away from you before walking out the throne room, leaving you and your heated thoughts alone.

What is he doing to you?