T'Kira's Ficlets

🎨T'Kira's true colour🎨

"Oh my god." Tony was frozen.

This was shocking. Tony was dumbfounded. This all was just...wow. T'Kira had just finished his shower and was drying his hair when Tony walked into the bathroom and made his new found discovery.

T'Kira's hair, as far as Tony knew was usually black and curly, the colour could be described as jet black but now as Tony stood at the bathroom doorway he noticed that T'Kira's hair had now shifted to a tint of light brown.

Once T'Kira spotted Tony, his face lit up in embarrassment, red was now painting his dark skin as the older man marvelled at the sight of the brown locks.

Tony approached and started touching and inspecting T'Kira's hair. "This is... It's just... It's wow um... Did you dye your hair?" Tony enquired.

T'Kira didn't answer for a few moments but finally spoke up after Tony had been playing with the brown curls in his head for a while, expecting an answer. "...It's my natural hair colour Tony."

Tony backed away and fixed his confused expression on T'Kira. "Wait, this is your natural hair colour? What about the black? I've seen you with that colour since I've known you T'Kira." Tony questioned, his voice going a little higher than he wanted and his words coming out a little harsher than they were meant to be.

"... Tony... I-I've dyed my hair since I was a teenager." T'Kira reasoned, his eyes avoiding contact and his body shaking as he spoke to the older genius.

Tony had relaxed his confused frame into a soft smile, he took note of his lover's timidity about the subject and approached him, quickly pulling him closer into a warm hug. "Your hair is beautiful T'Kira." Tony commented.

T'Kira perked up and looked up to Tony smiling, pressing himself into the man's chest in the middle of the room.

Tony rested his head onto T'Kira's hair, taking in the smell of fresh shampoo and snuggling into the softness of the brown curls. "Why'd you dye it?" Tony asked.

T'Kira's face turned red again before he answered. "I dyed it because..." T'Kira paused and sighed. "My brother's hair has always black and I've always respected and looked up to T'Challa, he has always been so amazing and I wanted to be like him so much so I decided to dye it black, shuri joined me at one point but after some time she stopped dying it and returned it to it's natural state." T'Kira explained. "Though I believe that after clearing out the dye, it's made my hair a lighter tint of brown than it was before." Tony intertwined his hands within T'Kira's hair as they both stood in the bathroom.

"It's a very beautiful colour, T'Kira, would you keep it? for me?" Tony requested.

T'Kira pondered on the thought for a moment then nodded. "Yes, I was running out of dye anyways."

"Amazing." T'Kira rolled his eyes as Tony smirked and held him tighter. "You know, it'll be a lot more fun to pull now when we're-." T'Kira didn't spare Tony anymore if his attention after that and pushed a chuckling Tony off of him as he walked out the bathroom.

"I should dye it again just for that." T'Kira threatened.

"Baby noooo!" Tony followed behind the younger man as they both entered the bedroom. Still chatting about hair colour and dyes.