You Believe That?
Summary: This draft was based on this gif
Images and gifs aren’t mine
Warning: Sad, mentions of blood, bit of fluff near the end.
A/N: As I said, which ever number is commented first, I’ll post it. This is #4 from my drafts.
Thanks to the anon for replying.
You were able to get to Erik and T’Challa but the sight broke you.
Erik. On his knees. The barbed spear rammed in his chest.
You wanted to scream but you pushed to him faster running towards the two at a speed that resembled a track star.
You heard him sniffle before his head moved slightly in your direction.
“No. Stop. I’ll come round so you don’t have to move. Ok?
He still jerked his head and released a grunt as an indication to him saying he understood.
You saw the look on his face.
Pain. Hurt. Sadness
“Hey Princess. Who let you down here?” He still managed to put that silly smirk on his face but you could still see the pain in his eyes. It didn’t help that you saw the few tears running down his face either.
You wanted to laugh at him but his voice scared you even more then before. You’re baby was hurt and you didn’t know what to do.
“Baby. You’ll be ok. Alright? We’ll get you some hel-” You had started wiping the tears off his face. Your head turning from his pained expression to the face of the undead king, his cousin, T’challa. Your eyes pleading to the king for an answer as to what to do in this situation.
Before you could finish your sentence he placed his hand over yours which had moved down to the one near his chest- “No need for that.”- he cut in and squeezed your hand.
“Huh?” You almost fell down from your kneeling position next to him.
In that moment you felt like your whole world was crashing down.
To hear the man you love talk as if he was finished living when he was in a land where technology was so advanced you were sure they would figure out what to do in order to save him.
You watched as his head raised and his eyes pierced yours with that final glare he had when he made his mind up. You heard his gruff voice release the low toned utterance -“You heard me”- before looking down at his chest seeing more blood come out and staying his tactical suit.
“Eri-”this time it was T’challa who spoke to the wounded man.
He wanted to save his cousin. He knew he wasn’t at fault in a way and that if given another chance, things would be different.
He didn’t want to continue this generational destruction which his father had stated with his own uncle.
“Don’t say shit to me.” His voice wasn’t exclamatory. It was a final statement to those that heard. He didn’t want to hear anything else from the one who did this to him, eventhough he knew he set these events in motion. He just wanted him to feel guilty once he heard the roughness in his voice.
When Erik looked back into your eyes was when the damn broke. The tears came down his face uncontrollable like a waterfall. An unstoppable force and it was you that brought that emotion out of him.
Not the spear in his chest. Not the fact that his dad was killed by his uncle. Not that a promise from his youth was broken before the ink could dry on the page of his fathers journal. No it wasn’t any of that.
It was you.
“He promised he was gonna show it to me one day….” All you could do was hold him the best you could without causing more pain to him or be the reason more blood was to pour out of the wound.
You knew this was tough to confess, even without the spear in his chest you knew this was something hard to talk about for him. You were the only one he’d open up to when you were growing up.
He sniffled before continuing, knowing you’d stay silent and knowing his cousin would feel even more like an ansshole then he himself felt during this whole ordeal. “You believe that? A kid from Oakland running around and believing in fairytales” His voice watery but his face attempting to show the comical disbelief that he himself even believers that at his young age.
“Baby. You can’t just give up. Ok?” You heard as his breathe grew shaken and watched as his inhales were getting shorter. This was hurting him and you knew you couldn’t do much for him if he didn’t want you to. The saying you can take a horse to the water but you can’t force it to drink was something you knew best fit Erik’s persona. If he didn’t want to, you couldn’t force him. You’d be able to attempt to convince him otherwise you’d just be there silenced by his final resolve on a matter.
“I ain’t giving up” The cough that came from his throat after, the small dribble of blood on the side of his mouth that appeared, made you tear up even more at watching the “love of your life”, as he would say, die in your arms.
“Yes you are” Now it was your turn to have the wavering voice at watching him sit there instead of getting the help he knew would be available to him if he really wanted it
“Baby girl, liste-”
“No you listen. I love you, okay?”
“I can’t lose you. You’re all I got left. I need you to get better for yourself instead of finding the easy way out, okay?” She had a fake smile on her face to persuade him to think about what he was doing and who he was leaving behind.
You weren’t trying to sound selfish. But you couldn’t lose him. You just knew it’d be too much to take on.
“Yea you may have done wrong, but you’re here now. You’re here and you have that family your younger self would’ve dreamt of.” Your hold on him tighter as you held the eye contact with him.
“The sunsets you said your dad promised you? It’s here and we’ve watched them since the time we’ve arrived here.” Each time you spoke, your voice grew softer from fighting the full on breakdown that was sure to ensue in that moment.
“Baby. There may be punishment but at least they’ll understand.” He knew that tone of voice.
She was negotiating with a stubborn man. Bargaining with the devil, if you may.
“Just don’t leave me. Please?” She was gripping him harder. His sight clouded by the tears he had no control of at the sound of his girl in distress over him.
“Please don’t leave us” a whisper and her face coming closer to his at the way he only looked forward, as if he had made up his mind and was ignoring her completely.
She didn’t like that and he knew that but it was getting to be too much for him.
His sight was going and he kept seeing this bright light. It was getting to him and so he asked out loud- “Why is it so bright?”- voice soft and would’ve gone unheard had your cries been any louder or the carriers been passing during that time.
“Erik?” You had heard him and sniffled before finally looking into his face and seeing the faraway look he was sporting.
“Erik?!” The panic in her voice made his eyes turn to her before they completely rolled back and all she could see was the white of his eyes, head dropped back and body limped.
“Baby?! Baby wake up!” You shook him at the realisation that he passed out with an essentially life threatening, critical wound, in an underground transportation area.
T’challa could barely watch the heart wrenching scene in front of him between the two, yet he was quick to jump at the change in your voices pitch and tone. On one knee he gripped the shoulders of the beefy male who had fallen on to you, raising his voice-“Do not close your eyes cousin!”- taking the dead weight of his cousins body off of your shaken form.
“Baby?” You still followed the movement of eriks body, even if T’challa did raise him up off of you, you still wanted to be near him. He was your person. You didn’t want the last moments he had to be of you crying over him and pleading for him to stay.
The voices became harder to focus on for Erik.
It was as if he was underwater and he could hear the muffled sounds, the blood pumping in his ears and a sharp ringing was the last thing he heard before his eyes completely rolled back and the last thing he remembered seeing was your face with tears running down your cheeks in panic.
The groan he released was so dry and soft but you heard it and rushed to his side once you saw him attempting to move.
Then he felt the presence of someone near hun and heard the voice that reminded him of a time in his life where he was at peace.
“Relax big guy” You grabbed his hand and watched as he turned to you, confusion on his face at not only the room he was in but why you were there also.
“Here. Have some water” The contemplative expression on his face gave you enough time to grasp onto any pending tears and handed him the water near his bed side which you had got for yourself, but now was of more use to him then you.
“I know you said you didn’t want any help, but when your eyes rolled back, I couldn’t help but ask him to bring you here so they could at least try and save you” it was the way your voice sounded to meek and wobbly that his eyes softened at the sight of you.
At that moment Erik saw his cousin come through the door with his sister and mother who now came near his bed.
“How are you feeling cousin?” T’Challa approached him slowly and cautiously. Understanding that it may be overwhelming to just wake up and be surrounded by people.
“Like shit.” his voice came out hoarse and deep. Almost as if he was just waking up.
You pinched his hand and he let out a sharp hiss to you before turning and seeing that tight smile on your face, telling him to behave.
“What?” The small whine he let out made you want to hug him but slap him at the same time because of his snarky nature.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the mans antics.
“Queen mother. Shuri. I can leave if you would want to talk to him alone” Unlike your man who was near death yet still rude after the fact he’s survived, You were going to continue to be respectful towards the royal family, the family that Erik is apart of.
“Oh nonsense. You are practically family” Romonda still had that motherly aura to her even after the events that took place. Just like her son, she knew it was not entirely Erik to blame for the fight which broke out.
“Where you goin?” Erik kept his sight on them until he felt your hand moving away from his. The warmth you brought leaving slowly and he didn’t like that.
“To mind the business that pays me.” You kept that smile on your face and he knew it was a look that read ‘don’t play with me’.
“She hasn’t left your side since you have been in here.” His aunts voice broke the stare off between the couple and she could see how Erik’s eyes brightened slightly at the mention of his girl staying by his side. Even if wasn’t for long, she was still there and that’s all he cared about.
He then looked at you, spotting the little differences in your face compared to the last time he saw you.
You had a certain glow and softness that he hadn’t seen before with you. It made him ask the next question, no regard to those in the room with him.
“When you said don’t leave us, who’s us?” His voice was lowered slightly and not as harsh as when he was responding to the King.
“Uh” the look in your eyes made him hold your hand tighter as he knew you’d probably distance yourself once the question left his mouth.
“We can leave, if you’d like?” Shuri’s voice came out and it took your attention away from Erik to her breifly before he was able to bring your face back towards his.
“Princess?” He was looking deep in your eyes again.
Intense. Everything was intense with him. That energy was so dominating when directed to you that you couldn’t help but look away, your interlocked hands more interesting then his brown orbs.
“Us as in me and the life I’m carrying” You were unsure of the outcome to your response so your voice was soft and near to a child that had been caught taking from the sweet jar.
The look on his face was priceless as he watched you place your smaller hand over his and bringing it to your rounding belly which he had yet to notice, under one of his looser shirts.
“Us?” He asked again but this time, hopeful. His eyes were shining like diamonds.
“Us.” You repeated with some more certainty in your tone. No sense in being afraid when he seemed so hopeful rather than scared or disgusted.
The two stared into eachothers eyes, having their moment before hearing an excited voice
“So what I’m hearing is there will be a baby in the palace?!”
“Sorry mother” the young Princess couldn’t help but jump up and hug you even after being scolded by her mother. The news was just too good to hold her squeals in.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the young girl.
“Aye back up.” The sharpness laced in eriks voice made Shuri detach from you so quickly. All of you turning to him, unsure of the reason for his outburst since he knew that the young girl wouldn’t harm you in anyway.
“Carrying precious cargo in there” The eye roll energy was strong in that room.
You kissed your teeth before lightly slapping his arm and placing your arm over the youngests shoulders, bringing her closer to eriks bed and on the other side, T’Challa and Queen Mother did the same.
The closeness and family Erik craved as a child was now in his grasp, it was even better that he was having children of his own with the love of his life which made the moment even sweeter.
And since then, the bond of the udaku royal family became stronger with the coming of the youngest member, or members you should say, Jhayda and Joseph Udaku-Stevens. Born in august to the newly married couple Prince N’jadaka and Princess Y/N Udaku-Stevens.
After 13hrs of labour, the twins were born.
“Hey mommies babies.” The sight almost made you tear up. The added hormones weren’t helping but it was a cute sight.
“Welcome to the world.” Hovering over the bassinets stood Eriks hulking stature to the small newborns swaddled.
“Who would’ve thought.” You couldn’t help but move closer to them, and moving the little knit caps over their heads down more. Their soft breathing let you know that they were out of it.
“I knew we would’ve made some cute ass babies. Look at them. Bout to be some heartbreakers.” You couldn’t help but let out a snort at your husbands little monologue
“Erik.” The look you gave him made him chuckle.
He stopped when he heard the deep inhale of Jhayda, looking back at her as she stared up at him. Mouth moving yet not open and so he figured she was sucking on her tongue.
He picked her up and handed her to you before getting his son and holding him in his arms as he moved to sit near your thighs on the bed.
“I know. You hungry huh?” You said as you fixed yourself to feed the baby girl.
“I’m a father.” You heard your husband say as he watched his little boy in his arms. So enthralled by the little person that was made of you and he.
“Got two kids already and a beautiful wife.” He kept on going as you continued to feed your daughter and softly brush the top of her head as a calming tactic to help get her back to sleep faster.
You watched the tears coming to his eyes once you heard the sniffle coming from the man.
“You believe that?” His voice came out watery as he brought the baby closer to his face, angling him so that their foreheads touched but still supporting his neck and being careful to not drop him.
“Yes.” You said, watching the man you love, your husband, hold your first born son in his hands while you fed his first born daughter.
He moved up closer, you moving to give him more space near you and your baby girl, so you could both watch over them.
Guess I did have a right to believe in fairytales. He looked at you watching over the two newest additions to the family.
This is my happy ending. He thought as he saw your eyes closing. He placed your son in the bassinet first before reaching for your daughter and placing her near her brother.
Once they were settled, he made his way back to you and got in the bed with you and take a nap.
Who would believe the lonely kid from Oakland would have such a beautiful family? He thought before kissing your crown and shutting his eyes.
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