Marvel Imagines

Happily (T'Challa x Reader)

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"I hope one day, I'll rule side by side with you, my love." T'Challa wholeheartedly uttered, taking your hand and resting a crown-shaped promise ring on the palm of it.

You closed your hand, smiling profusely, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

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You scoffed at the sight before you. There was your fiancé, shamelessly locking lips with another woman.

"Y/N, wh-" Shuri stopped, mid-sentence as she saw where your gaze was directed to. "Bast. That little piece of shit."

You laughed as you broke sight of Eric.

"Don't act surprised." You reminded her. This was not the first time this happened. "At least their clothes are still on, and they're in a corner." She rolled her eyes. You shrugged. "I don't even care anymore, Shuri."

"He needs to get his hormones in check."

"Tell me about it," you giggled.

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"Your fiancé looks as if he's enjoying himself. Don't you think?" T'Challa whispered into your ear, behind you. His breath sending goosebumps throughout your body.

You took another sip of your wine, not bothering to turn around whilst muttering, "If you mean by him fucking around with other women, then yes, he is enjoying himself."

T'Challa chuckled bitterly. "Karma's a bitch, my love."

You smirked.

"I wonder if he knows that I touched your skin?" He mutters as his fingers discreetly run up and down your uncovered back. Your dress giving him a view of what he knew all too well.

"I wonder if he knows that every time he's out fucking each and every girl he sees, I'm making sweet love to his fiancé." He rasped darkly.

"What would your parents say my love?" He continued. "If they found out The King was fucking their engaged daughter?"

His words send shivers down your spine. You gently squeezed your thighs together, already knowing if he continued speaking so vulgar, down there would be pretty damped soon.

You let out a shaky breath. "Hmm?" He hummed.

"They'd be ashamed for starters," you finally spoke.

"But what would your country think, when they find out their King's been fucking his cousin's fiancé?" You simpered.

Spinning around, you caught hold of his stunned face. "Hmm? Panther got your tongue babe?"

He laughed his melodic laugh. "My cousin, truly doesn't know how blessed he is to have you in his life." He says, pulling you closer to him.

A bittersweet look dawns your face. T'Challa notices. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

You place your now tightly clenched fist on his chest.

"I-I can't marry him, T'Challa. I can't m-marry a person I don't love. The only person I want to marry, is y-you." You sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket.

He pulled away from you, cupping your face so you looked up at him. As your eyes met his you could see how teary they were getting.

"My love, you know that there is nothing we can do. We just have to accept that it is what it is, Y/N." He uttered, as his dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears.

"Bast! I can't keep running around the palace in secrecy as if I'm a damsel in distress T'Challa!" Your own voice shocking you as it rose a little higher.