T'Challa comforting Baby!Erik
Comforting Blurb ((Baby Jaguar Hype!))
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing these characters for fun.
Warnings: Flashbacks that depict brief details of racism, police brutality, loss of parents and injustice/violence. Foul language, due to Erik's rants at said memory...
A few hours after the unwarranted bedroom incident, another came about in the king's bathroom…
Toilet paper rolls lay scattered across the floor, handwashing soap got mixed with bleach, red and orange pastel markings on the wall that read, "Neaf me a one, Ta-tana," and the bathtub filled with books and towels.
-.-Clean this up, Cuz! This is what you get for being the most annoying thing to grace the planet!-.-
T'Challa tossed out the bottles. "How about you do it?"
-.-Nope! I'm having too much fun at your expense.-.-
"Why N'Jadaka?" T'Challa asked.
Erik glared at him and poked his tongue out, chanting the tune of, "Na na na na na!"
This tiny replacement equals a destructive force to be reckoned with. Shuri should've- no. T'Challa shouldn't have convinced his sister to forget about removing Erik's acquired powers from the purple heart shaped herb. Now look at the end result. Even without his Golden Jaguar necklace, he's still powerful.
T'Challa knelt down to Erik's level. "I ask again. Why?"
Little Erik growled and slapped the adult's hand. The king didn't flinch.
"Why are you like this? I suspect there's so much more than your childlike means of revenge."
Tiny fists at his side, Erik screamed for a split second with intent to break T'Challa's eardrums. That didn't seem to work.
"What really happened, N'Jadaka?"
-.-Don't call me that!-.-
The voice of adult Erik cracked upon snapping, which T'Challa didn't miss. Next thing that met his presence were sniffles and tears.
"I understand you're having a moment. Something has made you upset, which led to this." The king gestured the sty his cousin created. "Why don't you tell me?"
Little Erik's bottom lip puckered. The abrasive, intimidating expression got replaced with a regulated, yet hurt and broken look. "Mama… pison… ugnee… po-niece… MAMA!"
T'Challa stretched his arms and waited. Erik may warm up to him the previous night, but in broad daylight, the little prince had every right to decide who he'll open up to. To his surprise, Erik ran into his arms and cried.
T'Challa rubbed his back and allowed it.
-.-Storytime, Mr. Party Pooper. I grabbed some skittles and a can of 7Up, which my mom purchased at the counter. Just as we left the store, two police cars pulled up. Trifling assholes pulled out guns and targeted my mom. I knew a few things about my rights, but those assholes… they had the nerve to snatch her purse, rummage through her things, then came across my birth certificate. They made a mockery of my birth name right there, waved their guns and asked me why I brought HIV and AIDS into existence. My mom snapped - verbally - to shut them up. The moment she grabbed her purse from them and demanded they leave us alone, they pistol whipped her, kicked her torso, spat in my face when I stepped in to stop their bullshit…-.-
Little Erik's sobs grew stronger, but the pure, unadulterated badass Erik spoke up some more. T'Challa didn't miss a single line.
-.-Yes, I was outnumbered. I was only eight. A handful of witnesses jumped in to help us, but that's when the bullets fired. That's when I saw many people - who looked like us, die. That's when they called my mother an expletive and handcuffed her. They've started trouble, yet charged her for causing unrest in the community. That's how she ended up in jail, and my dad fought tooth and nail to get her out since then. Now do you get it? And if you tell anyone I will rip you to shreds!-.-
"So that's why you don't like that name anymore?"
-.-I've dissociated from N'Jadaka after discovering my dad's body, months later. I was robbed of my identity when both my parents died. They killed my mom in police custody and her cousin was forced to see her lynched form get burned in the city square… meanwhile, neighbours called for help concerning my lifeless dad and took me to grief counseling, before the hypocritical system took over.-.-
T'Challa shook when the memory that Zuri had shared replayed from his perspective.
"The hardships he saw there radicalized your uncle…"
"I'm sorry you've had to experience all of that. This is the main reason why I wished Wakanda didn't close their borders back then."
-.-At least you get it.-.-
"I've never gotten the chance to meet your mother, and it's been far too long since I last saw Uncle… he was a great man."
Erik looked up at him. The sobs slowed down a bit. Innocence shone through his brown eyes as T'Challa wiped the tears from his chubby cheeks.
"Unlike our elders, no more secrets?"
The toddler nodded and snuggled against his cousin's chest.
C'est ça! I hope this was to your liking. I got a little caught up rewatching that scene where T'Challa confronts Zuri for hiding the truth from him, so this scene was heavily jinxed by that. *Grabs a belt and chases T'Challa and Erik around the room for doing that* Erik was supposed to have a bandaid, but my imagination wouldn't allow that. - AngelT
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