So I took Black panther and twisted it because every time Michael B Jordan said "Princess" it made my legs quiver and I was in fanfic mode so this was all on new year's punch and a sugar high and a shit headache. Anyways, enjoy. Since I know no one reads this intro 😂❤️

This is when Killmonger has taken over the world and practically everything is his. Remember, a weird fanfic.

Y/n POVi

I brushed my skirt in the elevator, making sure it looked good enough to see the King of Wakanda. I was his secretary and note-keeper in a way. I walked into the throne room with the status for this year, with it being positive news towards him with all the earth under his power. He sat there in his throne, with his long pants, open long sleeved shirt so I could see his abs and pecs, and his golden black panther necklace shining proudly around his neck. "My king," I said, curtsying as I kept my head down, not making eye contact until he speaks to me. "What's your business?" "I have your daily reports, sir." He sighed and stood up, towering over my figure as he held out his hand for the report sheets. I handed them off to him as he walked away, over to a side room. "Come here, I want you to explain certain things to me."

I followed him into a side room, and followed him down to the bottom where the black panther plants were, but it had been burned down and converted into a prison. He walked down a hall and I followed him until he stopped in front of a cell. He stood behind me as he flipped through the pages and then wrapped his arms around me, showing me the prisoner log.

I looked over at him as he pointed at a name at the log causing me to follow his finger until I saw the general's name and T'Challa's whole family, minus Shuri because she's working in the lab, and he whispered into my ear, smirking. "You don't see them in this cell, do you?" I shook my head, unable to speak. He took the list from me with one hand and moved the other arm around my front, chuckling. "You sure you're just a secretary, Princess?" "Y-yes, my king." He chuckled and walked away, and with two fingers he motioned for me to follow him again.

I continued following him as he walked into a deeper corridor I've never seen before. There were two guards in front of a giant door with a bunch of locks. He moved his hand over it and it began to unlock. Within the room was T'Challa and his wife and mother and the general. I instantly got on my knees and bowed, to show my respect to the past king. Killmonger touched my hair, pulling it back as he glared over at the family. "She worked for you, didn't she?" T'Challa nodded, looking at me with sympathy. Grinning ear to ear, he picked me up and stuck a needle into my neck. "Don't worry, you'll wake up soon."

*time skip*

I woke up with a jolt, finding my clothes gone and I was only wearing one of the king's open long shirts and my panties. I found my ankle having a shackle on it, and I tried to take it off, and I got shocked. "I wouldn't do that, princess. It's a tracker and a way to keep you in line." He walked towards me and sat down, and caressed my face and kissed me. His lips were soft and his tongue invaded my mouth, but softly and gentle. He pulled away and smiled, "I really liked that and you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. Y/n, from the first day I saw you I wanted to kiss and hold you. I'm glad you didn't have a boyfriend, because I'd have to kill him. I don't want anyone else to hold you but me."

"Princess, please. Don't Make me act up."

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Happy new year <3