#Nakia fic

[griots-tales]

Put Sum Respeck On her Name!

-

Summary: A teenage Shuri accompanies her brother and his girlfriend on a trip to America... where she's antagonized by some incels, who soon regret it.

Word count: 2000

Warning: portrayed misogyny and bodyshaming

Characters: Shuri, Nakia, T'Challa, Okoye

-

~

Her attire stood out from the bleak morning crowd of Upper East SIde; her gait almost announced the Royal blood in her veins, and her company only confirmed the fact that she was someone important: Princess Shuri of Wakanda strolled down the pavement in full style and Okoye in tow, sipping some coffee together.

"Finally, got some Starbucks, eh?" She grinned at her General and confidant.

Okoye shrugged but smiled softly as she answered, "Bast, it might be the only American thing that I like."

Shuri brought her lesbian flag-themed (cherry and tangerine meringue) drink to her lips, scowling as the sun hit her directly in the eyes. "Is this the place 'Kia was talking about?"

"I believe so, Inkosazana..."

They faced the kebab stand beside them, and watched its owner set it up for the day. Nakia was familiar with the landmarks around, and had suggested that they chill in the city for a while as they made plans.

"Sanibonani, babies!"

The person in question had arrived, sashaying down in her bespoke maroon and olive pantsuit. A pair of gold rimmed sunglasses framed her eyes, protecting it from the flashing sunlight.

"Sawubona! Where's my douchehead?" Shuri greeted, referring to T'Challa.

"Oh he's on his way," Nakia replied, proceeding to wave at the vendor cheerfully and socialize with him. They waited for the King and also their delicious-smelling lamb kebab order around a plastic table.

Minutes passed in small talk, and T'Challa ended up arriving only just in time to start eating along with them.

"I was helping this old lady with her car," he explained.

"And it took this much time?" Shuri complained.

The King rolled his eyes. "It was parked a little too far into the side of the road, and it was stuck in the mud. Her arthritic self wasn't the best candidate for the job."

"Pulling a car out would take you, like, five seconds."

"She thanked me for at least five minutes," He replied and turned towards his sister, irritated now. "Also, would you stop making such a fuss about the time?"

"And what if I don't?"

"I will stop bringing you along on any of my trips to nice places." T'Challa retorted, annoyed.

Okoye sighed audibly, knowing that both siblings were aware of how tiring they could be when they bickered. "I say we should discuss what we saw in the city, right now... it's a relatively leisure trip but we have serious work at the back of this."

"You're right," Nakia caught on, helping Okoye dispel the can't-stand-you vibes the siblings had today. "There is still a lot to observe, but we now have an idea of what kind of teams to dispatch to analyze the society. Putting up an outreach center will be of no use if it doesn't cater to the nuanced needs of each unique neighbourhood they're placed in."

Shuri seemed to cut her attitude down for Nakia: "There's a lot that can be improved infrastructurally, but the main problem seems to be the usual one. I did some research beforehand, and there is a clear trend of systemic causes behind the low paying jobs and increasing crime rate. Not any lack of resources."

"I agree," Nakia nodded. "That, along with more engaging and applicable education for the kids in the hood. These schools don't really provide them with everything they need."

Their discussion went on, and T'Challa took notes on a Kimoyo bead disguised as a phone. They came to some conclusions about how the resource planning and channeling should take place, and took them down on an agenda to discuss with the council and the WIOC team.

They got up from their chairs and thanked the vendor, who was now swarmed with more customers than seemed usual, probably because of the accidental sponsoring the expensive looking Wakandans did by eating there.

Speaking of looking expensive, T'Challa noticed that they stood out a little even though they had tried to dress more Western. "We should use something more casual..." He suggested, dipping into an alley and pressing a Kimoyo bead to turn his subtly patterned overcoat and leather shoes into a printed hoodie and sneakers. The others did the same, checking for any surveillance before using their technology to tone their outfit down a little. Only Nakia's pantsuit remained more or less the same, as her experienced ass actually knew what to wear outside.

They split up again, now T'Challa and Okoye going together to navigate some lesser known places.

Nakia accompanied Shuri on their second round of the city, interlocking their arms as they chatted about different things and browsed items in the Black owned stores, keeping some in mind to buy from later. They spent about an hour at a local art exhibition, noting how it helped recognize small scale artists.

When they felt hungry again mid-morning, they stopped by a ice-cream-parlor and ordered a pair of brownie sundaes to cool off with. There were way more people around, now, including a trio of twenty-something-year-olds in identical-looking sweatpants and t-shirts standing just outside the parlor.

**tw colorism, bodyshaming, misogyny**

The War Dog had caught bad vibes from them even as she passed them, but didn't acknowledge them the least. They stayed out of their way only until she first stuck her ornate little spoon (a speciality of the store) into the chocolatey ice cream.

One of the men, a lanky one, sat up in his chair and stared shamelessly at the two women.

"Whew chile, I thought it was the darkness of the void " He sniggered and munched obnoxiously on his half-eaten ice cream cone. "Man why she even dressed up? Is she going out with someone?"

His group guffawed lazily, leering at Nakia.

"Bruv I'm more worried about the other one... how her ankles ain't snapping?"

"No shit, sis ain't got no ass!" The first guy continued, talking loudly to make sure Shuri could hear him. The princess didn't even turn to look, raising a cold eyebrow as she stiffly let the dessert melt in her mouth. Nakia was tired of this already, but prepared to tell them off to protect her friend. However, she turned around and realized that she didn't need to:

A large hand came firmly to rest on the back of the leader's chair; and the mere presence was enough to make him believe that the long fingers were just a second away from reaching his neck and snapping it. The vibranium rings were still on, and though neither asshead knew anything about them, they fell silent as they took in the new arrival.

"Hello there." T'Challa's voice was as smooth as a blade held to one's throat.

"Sup, mister..." The shitface's voice cracked a little.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" He growled, "...like finding your eyebrows?"

They all stared back at him, bug eyed. The ashy fellow truly lacked any definite eyebrows, and seemed shocked at the fact that his natural features were being mocked.

Shuri giggled at her brother roasting the shit out of the incel. Nakia joined in, grinning as her boyfriend turned on the other two.

"And you. I saw you just an hour ago, sucking on the same damn soda can; Bast knows what your teeth look like now." He observed that the other idiot's tongue had immediately darted somewhere inside his mouth where he was definitely missing a tooth.

"Get outta here, N----" The third one said, in a brave and foolish attempt to make T'Challa back off.

He was returned with a glare that seemed to cut through him with no effort.

The King didn't need to speak a word before the first man made a run for it, jumping out of the chair and followed by the others, swiftly following his lead. T'Challa kept his gaze on their backs until they were completely out of sight, before looking back at Shuri and Nakia.

The War Dog smiled at him as she licked some vanilla cream off her spoon, to which her boyfriend slowly came out of his stoic-aggressive state. Shuri waved at him to join them, and he did.

"Ubhuti, I didn't know you could throw shade?" Shuri teased once he sat down on a stool between them.

T'Challa grinned. "I've been throwing shade before you were even born, sister what are you talking about?"

" 'Go find your eyebrows' !" Nakia chuckled, "I was actually gonna use that, by the way"

She watched the smile slide off a little from his face as it took on a serious expression. " They had no right to speak to you two like that, though. "

"I've seen worse." Nakia admitted darkly.

"I haven't." Shuri shrugged, and a little shakily, T'Challa observed. Her voice was concerningly smaller than he was used to.

Both their statements hurt his chest a little; and he took their hands in each of his own.

"The next time anyone says something like that to you, they might have to go find their lower jaw." He whispered, leaning to Shuri, earning a snicker that indicated her good imagination.

"And Nakia," He addressed his girlfriend, not letting go of Shuri's hand, "You don't need brush anything off if it doesn't respect your worth. Like I said, they'll spend days searching for their mandibles."

Nakia's beautiful lips widened in a humored smile, inspiring him to bend forward to plant a kiss on them. She was returning a brownie flavored one when-

"EURGH! Not in front of my salad!"

Shuri ripped her hand unceremoniously from her brother's in faux disgust at the PDA.

T'Challa rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "That is an ice cream, Shuri."

"It's the ice cream version of a salad!"

"Are we really doing this?" He groaned, going back to finish the kiss.

Shuri made it a point to make retching noises as they went on for a few seconds before breaking apart.

"This actually tastes good... can I have some?" He murmured flirtatiously to Nakia, completely ignoring his douchebag of a sister.

"Here take mine, I don't want to eat anymore!" Shuri joked in the background, over reacting. T'Challa pretended to steal it to tease her, but she swiftly moved it out of his reach and began eating it faster under the threat.

Nakia shook her head endearingly at their antics, giggling as she scooped some brownie and ice cream to feed T'Challa with. The King accepted it with a momentary, but pointedly seductive eye contact as he practically sucked the fancy spoon: throwing hints like these weren't uncommon between them.

Having a (now, thankfully and unfortunately) loud and annoying teenage sister around wasn't the best way to get sparks going through dessert metaphors, but it did help keep up the vibe for the rest of the morning until noon, where they met Okoye again at Sylvia's for some good soul food.

-

The General was inevitably livid when she heard what happened to her Princess and her friend.

"Kumkani, you should have cut his tongue off-" She stabbed her barbeque ribs as though they were his.

"It would have been a legal complication, and he had also taken his chance to run. I decided against it." the king explained.

The Princess smirked, "But you looked like you were gonna do it. He low key deserved it, too."

T'Challa shrugged. "Andazi, kungcono ukuba asimfaki ezingqondweni zethu"

"He's not wrong... we have better things to think about." Nakia nodded, digging into her macaroni.

"You can always talk about it if it bothers you, though. Don't hold back." He corrected himself slightly.

Shuri smiled, and looked at Okoye as the General took her hand.

"And if you want him impaled, I have no problem-"

They all laughed, but knew that the Dora wasn't bluffing, since they had enough experience of her dutiful brutality. Shuri felt warm inside for once, feeling the security of her family and friends again. In the recent years of turmoil and instability in her country, it wasn't many nights that she could lie down and sleep without feeling the weight of the country in her gut.

Ironically, in this strange land which she had been (rightfully) warned about before, she found a day and night of peace. Harlem buzzed and stirred constantly around her, as she could see in the bird's eye view from her personal suite that night. T'Challa visited again to check on her before leaving her to the perineal buzzing of her own mind.

No shit! Sis ain't got no ass!

The words echoed again in her mind. But this time what bubbled in her throat was mirth.

"Who, me?" She said to herself, chuckling at the mirror. "Bitches be assless and brainless but come at me, damn!"

Her full length reflection smiled back at her: And she loved herself more than anything at the moment.

~

#Shuri #fanfiction #Shuri fic #shuri fanfiction #T'Challa fic #T'Challa to the rescue #T'Challa and Shuri #Nakia #Nakia Ngogi #Okoye #tw misogyny #Letitia Wright #black panther #Black Panther: Wakanda Forever #Dora Milaje #Harlem #I do NOT have anything against the morning crowd of Upper East Side #It's a very random choice #Nakia fic #Okoye fic #tchalla

[ramp-it-up]

@lupitanyongo More from forever in Wakanda 🖤

Look at all this beauty. 🫠

#they out here trying to get me to write a fic #winston duke #lupita nyong'o #black panther: wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black panther #Nakia #m’baku

[goldensunflowe-r]

Shuri Smut

Masterlist

Part 2

#shuri fic recommendations #shuri one shots #shuri x reader #princess shuri #shuri fluff #shuri x you #shuri x y/n #shuri x oc #shuri imagine #shuri imagines #shuri smut #shuri fic rec #marvel #marvel fic rec #marvel imagines #black panther #shuri black panther #general okoye #nakia #shuri

[indigosabyss]

idea for a pride month fic: Kamala, Nakia, Bruno, and Zoe going to pride together. They're all queer (for max hilarity I kinda want them all to be bi). But none of them are out to each other. Each of them thinks they're the only closeted queer one. In a group of allies. It's pandemonium.

#no ships btw. its community feels #bc my aro ass can only juggle one thing at a time #kamala khan #ms marvel #bruno carrelli #nakia bahadir #zoe zimmer #lgbtq #queer #bisexual #pride fic

[bestfriend491]

Hi! Is it alright to ask to request for a Nakia x widow! reader? Where the reader and her are childhood friends, always telling each other their passions and dreams, and while the Red Room still existed and Dreykov would take little girls to convert them into highly trained assassins, you happen to be one of those victims. And one of the reasons why Nakia became a War Dog was to look for you, to investigate what had happened to you because she knew you weren’t truly dead and T’Challa agreed to help her since he was already Black Panther not to mention he was also close to you. Once they realize you’re under control after you attacked them, they take you to Shuri who manages to get you out of the mind control and take off the tracker in you- but afterwards your stuck with the trauma (much like Bucky) and Nakia never left your side, being there when flashbacks came, being patient with you whenever you’d get frustrated easily or she’d show you Wakanda and reminds you of the parts you’ve gone to whenever you were kids, of the memories you both have created. And for the first time in forever you find yourself having feelings with free will, having feelings for Nakia….you could add on more details if you want. But would you be able to do it? If not, it’s alright🙂 your writing is very good btw

Introspection | Part 1 out of 2

A Red Room Widow Story

Nakia x Female Red Room Widow! Reader

Summary: After hanging out with you as kids, you disappear, and Nakia spends her life trying to find you again. Decades later, she finally finds you, and sees that you're an assasin. A victim of the red room.

Part 2

Angst, Hurt, Mystery,

Word count: 11.1k

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions Past Abuse, Abuse Trauma, Blood, For Mature Audiences Only

The palace of Wakanda stood mostly still. Only busy in the training rooms and the throne room as the sun began to shower it in light, letting people know that the day was starting. 

You stood in front of Nakia, who stood in front of T'Challa; tiptoeing into the throne room that held the king and the other tribe leaders. Nakia breathed nervously as you all stood behind a large pillar that blocked your small figures from view. The breathing was loud, and clearly intentional, as Nakia only let out a laugh when T’Challa poked her to stop. 

“Ow!” she whispered, coming closer towards him as a warning to scare the prince. He instinctively backed away, making Nakia smile in contentment.

“Shhh-” you hushed at them, annoyed at the two for doing such a terrible job at being stealth. Movement behind you stopped suddenly and the silence all across the room told you that something was off.

You looked around at the clearing of a throat and a tall figure’s shadow towering over yours. You turned, knowing the figure of the King well enough after so many years visiting the palace. 

“K-kumkani T’Chaka. Molo.(K-King T’Chaka. Hello.) “ you crossed your arms in solute and respect while T’Challa did the same, his father scaring him probably more than he did you. 

“T’Challa. Y/n.” T’Chaka responded, doing the same. 

You raised an eyebrow at only the two names called and looked around only to realise that Nakia wasn’t as quick to comply with the unspoken surrender of your attempted spy work as she was not in her previous spot. 

You looked at T’Challa, who was also just as confused as you, and the two of you realised that you had been set up. 

“Have you forgotten your manners, Prince. We are busy with important matters that regard the nation. It is no time to be making noise in the throne room, my boy.” He said, placing his seemingly massive hand on his son’s head in a gentler manner than he spoke in. 

“Yes Baba. Sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“Oh, it will. With those two by your side, there will always be mischief. Tell Nakia I said  hello.” 

The king waved you off and let you and T’Challa flee in embarrassment as the Dora Milaje that stood at the door shook their heads, smiling at the two of you. 

“That was close, you two.” Nakia came from the wall not even 5 steps from the door, smiling like nothing had happened. 

“You are a traitor.” T’Challa said, pointing at her as he walked the two of you to the outside garden. 

“Me? What would make you say that, T’Challa? I did nothing.” 

You sighed, “Kia, you strayed away from the plan without telling us and let us take the fall. You are definitely a traitor.” 

“I was protecting myself. King T’Chaka is scary.” 

“Sure, but you couldn’t have warned us when you did it, even though it was your idea to go there?” T’Challa added.

Nakia shrugged, not being able to defend that. The three of you walked around the garden, sitting in silence as you rested from the long week of school. People all around thought that the three of you as a trio were the most chaotic people in the palace, so your quiet moments were a blessing to all. T’Challa was the thoughtful and sensible one, Nakia was the caring but playful one and you were the quiet and patient one that went in between the other two when they bickered, which was often. Nakia liked pushing T’Challa’s buttons and T’Challa had spent so much time dealing with Nakia’s nonsense, he was not as tolerant to it now as before. They bickered like the Jabari Tribe with the rest of the tribes, sometimes. 

Nakia picked at the flowers that surrounded you all. You carried them for Nakia when her hands got full and T’Challa just stared out, thinking- as usual. 

“What are you thinking about now, Prince of Wakanda?” you asked, less serious now that the earlier adrenaline had faded. 

“Do you think father is right? Am I too mischievous?” 

“He didn’t say that.” 

“I know, but I want to be a fit king one day, not someone who plays all the time. We will be the leaders of the nation at some point.”

Nakia let go of the flowers she held and stepped in front of T’Challa flicking him in the forehead. 

“We’re twelve. Trust me, we have plenty of time to dwell on having to lead the nation at some point in our future. We were just having fun.” 

“Well…” you said and Nakia groaned knowing you were about to play the devil's advocate as per usual. 

“We just interrupted a meeting of national importance. Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.” 

“Y/n-” 

Nakia was about to argue, but an older voice came, softer than the last one that scared you, but still holding much power. 

“You definitely shouldn’t do that again.” you all turned and smiled seeing Queen Ramonda, looking as sweet as ever, but still intimidating. 

“Ma! Nakia made us do it!” T’Challa said, making Nakia gasp at his sudden betrayal. 

“I’m sure she did, son. But I’m not here for that. I was just wondering if you all had plans for today, because we have places to go.” 

You stepped up to answer, “Nakia and I are just here for the morning, Queen Mother. We are leaving for my house soon.” 

She nodded, happy that she wouldn’t have to ask you to leave. “You should look at the Dora Milaje in training before you go.” 

“Why?” you asked. 

“The two of you have the potential to be great warriors. It would be an honourable service to the country.”

Nakia nodded hesitantly, biting her tongue as to not disrespectfully reject the idea of being an Adored One in front of the queen. 

“Mother, I’m with my friends. I would prefer it if you did your Dora Milaje advertising another time.” T’Challa said, directing his mother to go on with her journey wherever she was headed in the garden. 

For a second. You could almost see T’Challa roll his eyes at the woman, and Ramonda clearly saw it too, giving the boy a glare of warning. 

“Go get ready, T’Challa.” she said walking off.

The prince turned in the direction of the palace, prompting you and Nakia to do the same. 

The three of you separated when T’Challa arrived at his room. He hugged you and Nakia and went in to get ready, while you and Nakia said your goodbyes to the king in the throne room and left towards the river tribe village where you both lived. 

“General Nakia of the Dora Milaje.” you tested out, not amusing the other girl. 

“I’m not going to be a Dora.” 

“I didn’t say you would be. I was just testing the title out. Either way, why are you so annoyed, you act like it's a curse to be a part of the Dora.” you looked into her eyes for an answer, but were met with a blank stare. 

“Is it because you know I’m better at fighting than you?” you teased. That peaked her interest, getting her to look at you like you had just told a lie. 

“What? I was just stating a fact.” 

“You just talk sometimes.” she said, rolling her eyes and walking faster towards your house. 

Hours later, you could tell she took it personally. 

“Nakia…” you said as you stared at the girl, who shot bullets from her eyes to your body where she stood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her, putting your hands into a fist while she approached you slowly. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

The distance that had been between the two of you was taken away when Nakia ran very closely towards you, nearly throwing you off your feet. Her hand came into contact with your arm and her long nails ran down to your hand. 

“We said no nails!” you whined while she smirked at you, aiming for your face next. 

“We also agreed not to make combat a competition, but somehow you got to do that.” 

You rolled your eyes at her petty decision to make a whole thing out of a reckless comment that you made. The girl really took things to heart. 

You swiped her hand away when she tried for your face and twisted her wrist, surprising her with a kick to the knees. Seeing her face, your lips parted into a toothy grin as she struggled to get out of your grip. 

“See. I was right. I am better at combat.” you repeated your previous comment, feeling proud. 

“Y/N!” your mothers voice came from the house, startling you into letting Nakia go, allowing her to regain advantage and pin you down. The impact of the ground left you breathing heavily. Nakia kneeling over you, smiling. You groaned, wanting to curse your mother for sabotaging you. 

“That can’t count! She scared me.”

Nakia shook her head, being too prideful to admit that it was an unfair advantage, “There are no rules that state that I can’t use your mother screaming for you to my advantage.”

She laughed as you pushed her off of you, going to see what your mother needed badly enough to ruin your win. 

You walked over to the round home that stood only a few metres away from where Nakia laid in victory. You entered the house, looking at the tall woman who looked at you in her typical uneasy way. 

“Ma?”

“There’s lunch on the table.Take it, you and Nakia haven’t eaten since dawn.” 

Your mother was brief with you, and she looked annoyed. The phone that she kept rang over and over. 

Only one person ever called on that phone. Dreykov. A russian, you assumed from hearing him speak it on the phone sometimes.

Your mother starred between you and the phone for the time that it rang, waving her hands for you to stop looking at her and go out with your food. You shrugged, going off to get the food that sat on the table where you usually ate. 

Taking yours and Nakia’s plates, you made your way out of the door, seeing that Nakia had moved closer to the door of your house. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, your mother answered the incoming call. A pointless wait as her voice projected loudly enough for you to still hear her very clearly at her volume. 

“Dreykov!” She pretended to be cheerful. Her conversation proceeded in Russian, which she refused to teach you out of “love and care for your growing brain.” 

She always told you that a growing mind didn’t need extra pressure from another language. You had many reasons to differ, considering that she had taught you many other languages. You could tell that she just didn’t want you to know what she said on the phone with the strange Russian man. 

“Dreykov!” you mimicked her expression as you handed Nakia her food. She went into a fit of  laughter at your scarily accurate impersonation of the woman, taking the plate graciously and beginning to gouge on the meal. 

Having less manners with just you around, she spoke with her mouth full. “Who is that anyway?” She asked when you’d sat down next to her and her laughter had subsided. You sat closer to her whispering for precaution, “I’m not sure. Ma argues with him on the phone a lot. Something about me I think. But I don’t know.” 

Nakia nodded, pretending to be calm and understanding, but really she found that to be worrying. Shashi, your mother always scared her for some reason. She had a suspicious aura that surrounded her, making Nakia feel like she needed to be cautious around her no matter how nice she seemingly was. It made her feel like she needed to protect you too. 

 Knowing how sensitive you were about Shashi, she never once brought it up in the years that you had been friends. Instead she was polite and pretended to have the same fondness for your mother as you did. 

Shashi was your adoptive mother. She took you in as a baby when your biological mother left you in her home village in the border tribe and fled inland with your father. Although she was from the river tribe, she took you, an orphaned border tribe baby, into her home and had loved you as if you were her own for 12 years, alternating between the river and the border. Nakia felt like this kindness made you sort of blind to the suspicious things about her.

She had a history outside of the country, Nakia knew clearly from the international contacts, but there was a lot missing from her story that nobody in the border lands or the river tribe village would ever tell Nakia about. 

Nakia had only seen the woman do good things, so she tried to refrain from saying anything about her feelings towards her to you. 

Shashi was always the first to take you and her to places when you wanted, and she cared for you in ways that kept you as her top priority. Nakia cared for you a lot too, and if that meant tolerating a scary woman for the remainder of her life for her best friend, the twelve year old was willing to do it. 

You heard your mother speaking, gradually more aggressively in a mix of Russian and English, already imagining that her hands were in fists, but you forced yourself to stop thinking about her and Dreykov, seeing that Nakia stayed silent besides letting out a hum once you had explained. 

Nudging yourself onto your friend, your previous playfulness returned. “You know I was about to win, right. My Ma is the only reason you had the chance.” 

Nakia’s serious face morphed into a happy but disbelieved one. “The only reason? HA!” she let out a  chuckle, more real than the words and you smiled seeing her smile. “Your grip would have loosened soon enough, and I would have done the same thing and won.” 

“Your face didn’t seem to think so. You looked quite worried, Kia” 

She shook her head in denial, refusing to admit it. “That was my temporary thinking face. I was thinking.” 

Seeing your face, she nudged you with her body . Rolling her eyes, “Why do you even care? You want to be a historian out of all things. It won’t matter to you so just let me have the win.” 

“Nakia,” you said seriously,”What kind of friend would I be if I let my future Dora Milaje friend think that she won a fight when it was just because of a distraction?” you teased, prompting her to push you harder in annoyance. 

“I’m not going to be a Dora!” she groaned. 

“I’m just giving you options. You’re amazing at battle and combat, Kia. Use it.”

Her cheeks flushed at that, “I don’t know. I want to help people. People who need it, not just the rich monarchy that are under no threat most of the time.” she said. You let out a fake gasp, and clutched your heart, careful not to make a mess on your clothes. 

“Don’t let the elders hear you say that, Nakia.They will say you have insulted great honour and punish the both of us.” you joked. 

“I’ll just tell them that I respect the honour but I want no part in it. I just want to do more than that, you know.” 

“No, I understand. You’re too good to just guard the palace royals. You have a world to save.”

Nakia smiled, loving how understanding and encouraging you were. She thought you could be much more than a plain old historian, but you seemed to really want to do it, and you supported her outlandish dreams, so she played along. She planned to stick with you if you became anything, really. 

“Well yo-”

“-I know I’ve kept her away for twice as long as I said but I don’t think she’s ready! She’s only a child!” your mother’s near yell through the phone rumbled around, probably being heard by most of the village.  

Concerned, the two of you stood up and walked into the house with your empty plates. 

“Ma?” you questioned as you and Nakia went to wash your hands. You looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She never yelled. Ever. 

Your mother huffed and hung up the phone only to plaster a smile on her face and go towards the two of you. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten the two of you.” she said. 

Nakia dried her hands after washing them, looking at you for direction as to what to do. Shashi was having a moment, much like many that she had in Nakia’s eyes, but this one was different. 

“Ma… what happened?” 

“Nothing,umntwana wam.(my child)” 

“Ma?” you tried again. 

“Y/n, I said it’s nothing!” Shashi raised her voice. 

Nakia watched the showdown of glares that went between you and your mother. 

“I-I’m going to go now.” 

You looked in Nakia’s way, “ No, don’t. We still have time before sunset.” 

Your mother cleared her throat, prompting the both of you to look at her. 

“I think Nakia’s right. It’s getting late and she still has to walk home.” your mother said. You looked at her in a confused way. “ She lives less than 5 minutes away, Ma.”

Nakia watched Shashi give you a glare, and decided to start her journey. She got her bag that she came with and greeted your mother. 

She hugged you as you stood outside, arms crossed in frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry.” you kissed your teeth at that. 

Nakia let go, her eyes telling you to fix your attitude. “I’ll meet you at the river in the morning. I promise.” she said.

Holding her hand out, she put her pinky finger out. “Love is beautiful?” she smiled at you waiting for you to respond. 

You uncrossed your arms, put out your pinky, smiled, and happily replied, “friendship is better.” 

The two of you linked fingers, and gave a half-wakanda salute with your other arms. 

Once you let go, Nakia went on her way home. 

You turned towards your house when Nakia seemed far enough to be close to her house. 

You walked in smiling, ready to apologise to your mother for your sulking earlier on. You were met with her at the door, face tight and sorrowful. 

“Get your things. We’re going somewhere, tonight.” she said.

“Where are we going?” you asked, with a bag in your arms, as you walked with your mother. She had rushed you, only letting you get a few of your belongings so that you could leave to go somewhere, but she had failed to tell you where you were going. 

“The Border-Lands.”

“Oh.” you said excited. You visited your birth village often, so you were familiar with the Border-Lands. The only difference was that it was never this late when you started travelling there. 

“Who are we visiting?” 

“Y/n, I don’t have time for questions. We have to get there quickly.” 

You wanted to ask why you didn’t just take a quinjet there if it was so urgent, or even an evening train, but you didn’t want to make her more antsy.

You walked with your mother, letting her take your hand as you walked through the different lands towards the border of the country. You took in the darkening night sky, looking at the full moon that followed you as you walked. The wind blew east, pushing you away from your destination. 

Halfway there you felt the grip of your mothers hand tighten, and your heart skipped an unexpected beat. You grew more wary of what she was doing, and your gut could feel that something was wrong with your mother. 

Memories of Nakia and T’Challa being suspicious of your mother came to mind. They tried to hide their fear for the woman, but it was always obvious. Nakia couldn’t hide her feelings at all. You heard her whisper a thing or two about how scary your mother seemed and how she thought that your mother was strange all of the time, but she never said anything to you directly. 

The most you ever heard from her was a few months ago, when you came into the palace just after she and T’Challa had. She spoke in a whisper to him. “I think that Shashi has a secret past. One that not even Y/n knows about. “ 

“What makes you think that?” T’Challa said

“She just looks dangerous, and I know that she is not the person that she pretends to b-” you walked in at that point and she had stopped talking, going in to hug you like nothing had happened. 

You went along with it, understanding why she didn’t think she could tell you about her thoughts. You didn’t believe them and it would be a waste of time trying to convince you of anything.

The only thing that ever made you want to confront her about it was the looks she gave her when she thought you weren’t looking. She looked scared straight. 

You didn’t think that your mother was scary but the memory of her looking at her like that made your heart pound at the tightness of her hand around yours. 

At the beginning of the Border-Land Village, your heart raced in dread and you had to ask again.

“Ma…where are we going?” 

She sighed, finally looking at you for the first time. Tears developed in her eyes as she stopped and held on to your shoulders. 

“Y/n, you know that I love you, my child.” 

“I…do.” you hesitated. 

“Well, I’ve done some bad things in my past. Very bad things. I come from a place nobody should ever be. I grew up there and when I was finally old enough, I was given the option to leave. I left, and I was free, but it came at a cost.” Her grip was inescapable now, and you felt your other hand reaching to try and slip out of the  grip.

“Ma?” you asked. 

“Y/n, I’ve made some bad decisions.” 

The two of you got closer to a large object, one that looked oddly similar to something you had seen on tv. 

“Ma! What’s going on?!” 

“Please understand that I had to, Y/n. I had to.” with that she took your arm and used it to lift you up. She threw you onto her shoulder and bolted towards what you now saw was a helicopter that held a man in it. 

“Let me go! Ma!” you protested, trying to get her to let go but she was strong. A lot stronger than you would have ever assumed. She was a tall woman, sure, but she had always played a very frail role. One where she could never have lifted you up, but she did it so effortlessly now. 

You scratched her all over, using your teeth and nails to dig in wherever you could. 

The helicopter came into full view, and a pudgy white man smiled obnoxiously as he approached you and Shashi. 

You could feel that your energy was lowering, the walk having tired you out already. 

"There she is!" He laughed out as she finally let you down but kept you in her grip. 

"This is the final thing I will do for you. I'm done after this." Your mother said, looking directly at a large bag that he held. 

You exchanged a look with him. The brief second of eye contact sent chills down your spine. 

"You made this decision, not me." He threw the bag at her and it landed on the floor. 

She stared it down, as if analysing if he was being truthful. 

"Open it." 

He grew confused, "Do you really think I would trick you, Sashi?"  

You looked at Shashi, growing more scared that the content in that bag was only made of wrongdoing. 

She spoke in Russian, directing him towards the bag. 

He grumbled, but relented and walked to the bag, unzipping it to show dozens of wads of cash stuffed inside. 

Seeing this, the grip on you was immediately released and you were practically thrown to the man. 

You left no time to spare, and tried to make a run for it. You escaped him easily but she was quick to chase you down to the ground. 

"Y/n. Don't fight this!" 

"I TRUSTED YOU!" 

"I'm sorry." She attempted while she held you down as you kicked and screamed. 

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D TAKE CARE OF ME!" 

"I DID!" 

"YOU JUST SOLD ME!"  You hand slashed her face and your nails dug in hard. 4 lines of blood dripped down her face, symbolising every nail besides your thumb, which left a bruise. 

A hand touched her face, and when she saw the red, she lost it. 

Grabbing you straight by the arms, she threw you off the ground, and into the man's arms. He shot your restless body with something. A sedative, you realised. 

A single tear fell as you looked at her, "I'll never forget!" 

She mouthed something, but you were in the vehicle before you could see, going for your necklace, you realised that it was gone. You'd lost the matching necklace that you had gotten with Nakia. 

The tears started to flow, your need for saving, setting in. 

'Nakia was right.' You thought. 

Slowly fading out of consciousness, the man turned to you as you sat in the helicopter and you flew off. 

"My name is Dreykov." 

The Next Day… 

Nakia woke up with dread. Her heart pounded through her chest and her breathing was fast and constrained. Her body felt uneasy and her head was cloudy. She couldn't help but feel like there was something off. 

Staring into the sun through the window, her skin absorbed the little energy that it gave her. Then it clicked. THE SUN. Why was it out? What time was it? Looking at the clock on her beads, she was indeed late. 

She threw her sheets off of herself and rummaged around getting ready to go to the river. It was headed to midday already, and you had agreed to meet before the sun even rose. She knew you would be upset, if you were still even there. 

“Mother, why didn’t you wake me up? You knew I was going to the river today” she complained to her mother when she finally left her room- ready to leave. She went to the kitchen to pack food. She took only the things she knew that you loved, knowing that she would need to butter you up if she were to arrive so late. 

“This child,” her mother said to herself. “I woke you up and you shrugged me off and told me to go.” 

Nakia took no time to argue with her own mother, needing to go to you before you forced her to admit that the previous day had been a faulty win just for you to forgive her. 

“Bye, Mother.” she said, rolling her eyes at the woman’s smirk. 

Nakia tied the large bag that she carried to her side and ran to the river, needing to save time. The trip wasn’t long on foot for a growing teenager, but it still left her winded by the time that she had arrived at the East edge where you would usually meet. 

To her disappointment, you were not there when she arrived. She looked around to see if you had possibly hidden to scare her at the split second like you did sometimes. You weren’t behind any trees, nor had you travelled north of the river to fish while waiting. You hadn’t even gone for a swim in the river, the shore having no trace of recent steps besides Nakia’s. 

“Y/n!” Nakia attempted to get your attention. Maybe if she declared her apologies publicly you’d stop messing with her. 

“I know I’m late. You can come out now. It won’t happen again.” 

“She’s not here, Nakia!” 

Nakia turned to see Sumbeh, a village elder fishing on a boat nearby. Nakia grew saddened that you had decided to leave but she understood. She would meet you at your house. 

“Did she go back home or towards the palace?!” she yelled out towards him. 

“She never came,Nakia! I’ve been here since before dawn and I didn’t see her here not even once!” 

Nakia’s eyebrows creased together and she audibly huffed out. “Thank you, Uncle!” she said, not trying to show her concern to him. He was a busy man who was on the brink of retirement. She didn’t want to put unnecessary stress on an old man’s heart. 

Taking her bag, she walked from where she came from, but hesitated when she needed to turn to go to your house. Her head told her to run when she approached. A foul stench came from the inside of your home through your window. Alcohol. 

She went up and knocked on the door, waiting for whoever was even still alive in a place that smelled like a dead person. Shashi was quick to open the door in an antsy manner, only to breathe out seeing that it was only Nakia. 

“Oh um- Molo Ma’Shashi. Is Y/n home? I missed her at the river and Sumbeh said that she never arrived in the first place.” 

“She’s not here.” the older woman croaked, voice hoarse and wobbly. Only then did Nakia look up properly to see the state of the woman. 4 large swollen scratches on her face.“Ma’Shashi, are you okay? Do you need me to come in?” 

The woman shook her head. “I’m fine, child. Now, go. Y/n isn’t here.” 

“Do you know when she will be back? I bought good food and I can’t eat it by myself.” 

That struck a nerve with the drunk, “Go eat that with T’Challa. Y/n will be gone for a while. Go! GO!” she screamed, scaring Nakia off. 

“This woman.” Nakia said, rolling her eyes while walking away. “I was just asking a question. So rude.” 

Nakia felt something was off, and she wouldn’t let it go that easily, but if going to the palace would take her away from Shashi, she would take the day off and ask you what was wrong with her when you came back. 

On Monday the next day, you weren’t at school in the morning, and Nakia was forced to sit with the kids that didn’t even like her. She sat in her first class, Writing, and started her essay on her favourite new piece of technology for kids.

‘My favourite new piece of technology for kids is… Y/n is so inconsiderate sometimes. I went to her house and had to face Shashi by myself and she didn’t even try to find me yesterday. 

I love it because… I love the girl, but she needs to warn me when that woman drinks. 

I would make it at… Let me stop complaining, she’s not the person I’m mad at really. I’m angry at T’Challa. He clearly cheated while we were sparring yesterday. General Zola scared me with her training voice and I got distracted. Maybe that is how Y/n felt. I’ll have to apologise to her. Whenever she shows up of course.’

Her writing was cut short when the teacher cleared her throat and called for the class's attention. 

“Everyone. Your parents are coming to pick you up early today, as we are cancelling the rest of this week’s lessons due to some unfortunate news that they will explain to you at home,” she started, “Everyone will wait here until their parents come and then those of you who...”

Nakia had turned to face up to listen but her mind zoned out halfway through. Class had never been cancelled before. 

As the teacher spoke, she specifically looked at Nakia, giving her eyes full of sorrow. Nakia looked down feeling that the stare was becoming unsettling.

While the others celebrated, she sat, plotting the speech that she was going to give you when you were back. She wanted to reprimand you about abandoning her so suddenly, but she knew that she couldn’t stay mad. Her mind occasionally swayed in the direction that thought that something must have been wrong, but her head told her not to worry. 

Time came and went and her mother hadn’t come to pick her up. The clock had nearly reached noon by the time that Nakia was left alone with only the teacher there, everyone having gone with a guardian or with someone they knew. 

“Nakia…” Ms. Lenowa called, waving her over to her desk. Nakia groaned and dragged her feet to the teachers desk. The day was getting hot and she just wanted to be home playing. 

“Your mother is about to arrive now. We are going to take you somewhere and talk.” 

“Why? Did I do something?” 

“No, but what we need to discuss is very important and will be big news for a young child like you. We want you to be with people that you trust when you find out.” 

Nakia sighed, “Okay.” 

In no more than another hour, Yaa had arrived and she and Ms. Lenowa were taking Nakia into the river tribe village. 

They travelled to the edge of a river, to a section that was unoccupied. Yaa laid down a blanket and let Ms.Lenowa sit, as well as Nakia, before also sitting down facing Nakia. 

“Mother, what is going on?” 

“Nakia…my child.” her mother took a shaky breath, ”Do you know why we never moved out of the village to go to the city despite me working there?” Yaa paused, but not long enough for her to respond.

“It was because I saw how much you loved being close to the river with Y/n.” 

“It reminded me of the childhood that I had with Owa.” she looked at Ms. Lenowa, or Owa, the best friend that she had grown up with.

“We used to play on this side of the river, where nobody could disturb our play. We would laugh together, just like you and Y/n. Watching the two of you grow up I loved watching the two of you build that bond.”

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Nakia wiped a tear that fell down Yaa’s face as she thought back to her earlier days. 

“Nakia…” Owa took over, seeing as her friend wasn’t ready to say the words. “Shashi called today. She told us some bad news.” 

“What?” 

“Y/n… Y/n’s no longer with us. She has gone to be with the ancestors.” 

Silence filled their surroundings, and the moment was still. Yaa let out a sob at the words, seeing her daughter’s mind searching for any appropriate answers. She immediately went to hug her daughter. 

“No,” Nakia breathed out, her tone in complete disbelief. 

“If she’s with the ancestors then she’s dead. She can’t be dead Ma. I just saw her a few days ago. She was fine. How can she be dead?” 

“She’s dead, my love. I’m sorry, but it’s true.” 

Nakia threw herself off of her mother, standing up off of pure adrenaline. Tears fell and her throat grew tight. Her skin began to crawl and her body came to a defence.

“No, Ma! Don’t say that! She can’t be dead! She can’t just be alive one day and gone the next. That’s not how it’s supposed to work!” 

“Nakia, please!” 

“No Aunty, Owa! She’s not dead!  I’ll ask her mother myself. She’s got to be wrong.”  

“Don’t Nakia. The woman is grieving.”

 ‘She can’t be grieving,  because if she’s grieving then I’m grieving but I’m not grieving because she’s not dead.’ Nakia thought as the tears intensified. 

“Nakia? Are we understood?” 

“Yes, mother.” 

The two women let Nakia stand in her world, staring into the river. Nakia stood, watching as the river grew colourless, as well as the grass, the trees. In just a few minutes her world lost its colour. Everything real seemed fake and everything that should have been fake was somehow real.

There was no way that you were dead. You had a better chance at being Black Panther than dead. And although Nakia didn’t know if this was just denial speaking, she knew that she wasn’t dumb. Things weren’t adding up. 

Days later, Nakia stood in King T’Chaka’s arms. While a few steps away T’Challa stood in Ramonda’s arms as they all looked out into the garden. They then sat on the ground, looking at the view, as tears fell down all of their faces, even the King. 

News had travelled quickly, and everybody around seemed to know about your untimely death. Shashi was on the national news ready to spread the lies that she had found you dead at her home on Sunday morning. The whole of Wakanda felt pity for the single adoptive mother that was also a friend of the royal family.

Nakia was quiet as she watched the news initially in her mothers arms at home, but as soon as she was taken to the palace and was able to escape, she was very clear about her speculation. 

She had cried out to the royal family, telling them that something was severely wrong; that Shashi was up to something. Ramonda had stopped her rambling, hugging her and allowing her to breathe and calm down. 

T’Challa had been with T’Chaka when the 4 got together, and he had clearly also been crying. Nakia tried once again to explain what she thought was going on, but her words clearly got to T’Challa and he lashed out at her. 

Ramonda took T’Challa while T’Chaka took her and they sat on opposite ends, doing nothing. 

Nakia cried. First because she had upset T’Challa, then because nobody believed her, and finally because she was starting to think that she was the crazy one. 

“I’m sorry for upsetting him. I just wanted him to know that I think something is wrong.” 

“What do you think is wrong Nakia?” 

“Shashi, my king… I don’t have proof but I have this bad feeling about her, and I had a terrible dream that Y/n screamed for her a few nights before she died.” Nakia choked at the words ‘died’, not having said that in reference to you yet. 

“Is she really dead, T’Chaka?” she asked him, trusting him more than anyone at that point, “Or am I just crazy?” 

T’Chaka sighed, not knowing what to say to the twelve year old that seemed to have the worst case of denial in the eyes of her mother. He wanted to say that she was right, but that would only stir things as a king, and he didn’t need that. 

“I think that we have to accept some of what has been proven to us in this life Nakia. We cannot reverse death.” she deflated at his words but then he leaned in and whispered, “but I also think that you should never ignore signs and gut feelings because in them lay warnings and hidden truths.

I can’t tell you that Y/n is alive because that would be lying, but if you have a feeling that there are some pieces missing from this, then I say go look for them.”

Nakia nodded, taking that as a hidden message for her to keep looking into Shashi and her hidden past. 

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go home. Just to help my mother with the funeral plans.”

The king nodded and let go of her, looking down at her with eyes of compassion but also of warning. Knowing Nakia, T’Chaka knew that she would go searching where danger lay. 

“We’ll see you there.” 

Nakia nodded again and turned, walking out of the garden passing by T’Challa who still looked quite distraught. 

“I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him, before greeting Ramonda and going home. 

It was agreed that your funeral would be held in the Border-Lands, where you were born. Too many people were there in Nakia’s eyes. People who were never there for you in your real life. 

Nakia had anger in her more than sadness as your coffin was brought out by random people that were supposed to be family but clearly were just Shashi’s old friends.  

Nakia observed how 4 of these people held up your supposed body in the coffin, while there really only needed to be 2 doing it- telling from the distributed weight that was being carried by all 2. You were nearing your teenage years, your body would never be that light when included with the weight of the actual coffin. Nobody else seemed to notice that. 

The coffin was clearly too small to have ever fit your body if it had ever been put in there too, and nobody seemed to point out how if you were to be put in that coffin, your feet and a large chunk of your leg would have been left with no space to fit. 

Nakia  knew that it wasn’t paranoia with the coffin. You were too tall to fit in it, and for Shashi to not even try to lie well was just a different level of disrespect from her. 

Nakia hadn’t spoken to her since the Sunday when she found her drunk. Yet another thing that didn’t add up. If you had died that Sunday morning, why hadn’t she mentioned anything to her. Or better yet, why had she lied and said you were just gone when you were really dead. 

The woman’s story never seemed to add up, yet she sobbed her eyes out as the funeral went on, and she cried when you were lifted into a quinjet. 

Nakia watched as the woman looked like her world had shattered, yet still she couldn’t seem to feel sympathy for her. 

On the other hand, T’Challa kept to himself as he cried next to his mother and father, choosing to still not talk to Nakia after the palace events. 

Yaa wrapped her arm around Nakia for most of the ceremony, but left once help was needed to set up the celebration portion of your funeral, where your life would be talked about all around and your life would be commemorated. While more people went inland, Nakia stood still where she was. 

Footsteps approached and Nakia looked to her left, only to see the woman she despised most. 

“Shashi.” she said, not bothering to show any form of respect.

“Nakia, your mother tells me that you have some things that you want to say to me that I should be prepared for.” 

Nakia looked up at the woman with the still fresh scars covered by makeup. She wanted to ask what happened but she knew that the woman would lie. 

“Not really.” but then a thought crept up in her head, one that she couldn’t let go of. 

“Actually… I have one question. Who is Dreykov?” the older woman immediately tensed, eyeing the girl like she’d  sworn. 

 “Nobody that you want to know, little girl.”

Nakia grew more confident that he was involved.  “She’s not dead, is she?”

 “She is gone, Nakia!”

“Say the words and I’ll believe you. Say Y/n is dead and I’ll leave it.'' Nakia looked for any sense of honesty in the woman's eyes. For anything that could help her find you or at least find out what happened to you. 

“She is gone.” Shashi said, and then proceeded to walk to where the others were. 

Nakia turned and walked the other way, not wanting to be near people who wouldn’t help her. Her evidence was piling up and soon she’d have you with her. 

With her head held down, she thought back to the happy last day that the two of you had. And all of the ones before that. The laughs that her mother said resembled her childhood days. 

Tears formed for the first time through the whole day. What if she didn’t find you? She needed you to be back with her, because you were the one who was with her for her favourite memories. Memories that she didn’t have enough of. She cried thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to make more memories with you. She needed more time with you. 

‘Love is beautiful.’ she thought to herself. Your voice rang in her ear. “Friendship is better.” you said in her head. Just as she heard your imaginary voice, a glimmer came from the ground, and Nakia finally became aware of what she saw. 

It was a necklace. Your necklace. And it was covered in blood, much like the ground that surrounded it. 

Someone had clearly tried to hurt you. But it had to be someone you trusted, because there was only blood at that specific point. 

She picked up your necklace, and placed it in a pocket, before going back to her mother, making sure to mark where she found it so she could come back. 

5 YEARS LATER

“SHASHI, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Nakia screamed as she pounded on your childhood home’s door, demanding to see your mother. She’s been waiting for over an hour, screaming for the constantly drunk woman to open her door so that they could have their monthly, scream off where Nakia pried for more information on your disappearance. 

Shashi hadn’t ever really agreed to these conversations, but it had become a new normal for the two. Every month, Nakia would come banging on the door with new questions that she would ask the older woman, who always refused to answer them. Every now and then, she would slip up and give Nakia a piece of information that was either extremely useful or completely useless. It just depended on what time of the day it was, and how drunk Shashi was. 

Nakia had tracked the two constants and figured out that she got the best information in the morning before the sun had struck 12 o’clock, but only on days where the woman was extremely drunk. 

The door swung open and the drunkest drunk of Wakanda came out of the door, hobbling around. 

“WHAT?” she yelled, leaning towards Nakia and nearly tripping over her own feet as she moved. Nakia barged into the house, her mind set on finding physical evidence without the woman being able to fight. 

Just as she predicted, the woman barely noticed how Nakia moved from the door to the inside of the house,as she still stood looking out with anger like someone stood in front of her. 

Nakia put down her bag and began the rummage. She went through your room years ago, so there was no point in trying that again, but now she targeted the older woman's things. 

She had only 2 minutes at most before Shashi sobered up from the bright sun and found her out. 

She looked for documents, phones, or any form of evidence that would help her find the people that she needed to find. She knew that you were taken out of the country. A discovery that was made only weeks after your funeral. She knew that you fought, and she knew that you weren’t told about it, because all of your stuff remained neatly in your room. 

If Shashi wasn’t so troubling to deal with, Nakia would have just reported her to the authorities, but with little physical evidence, people would just think that she was having another denial breakdown like she had a few years before. She needed to find something that could either help find you or at least get Shashi prosecuted. 

Something like the phone that she used to use when she talked to Dreykov. Nakia searched the room specifically for that, but it was nowhere to be found, something Shashi had probably discarded after committing her crimes. 

The sound of a groan told Nakia that her time was up, the drunk was going to kick her out and continue drinking. The drinks never finished and the house smelled like somewhere where humans weren’t supposed to live. 

“NAKIA! If you want to be a spy so badly, why don’t you become a war dog! Do the nation some good, instead of disturbing my peace.!” the woman wobbled into her room, with a fresh glass of whatever she mixed together to make sure she was knocked out before sundown. 

“There is no peace here, Shashi. Only alcohol, that you never seem to run out of.” Nakia joked, receiving a glare from its intended target. 

“Okay, sorry. Low blow, I just wonder how you afford all the alcohol when you haven’t worked since her death.” 

“Ahh-ssah-sin muu- neee.” Shashi stuttered. 

“What?” 

“ASSASSIN MONEY, now get out of my house, before I tell your mother that you are harassing me again.” 

Nakia rolled her eyes at the threat. The great angry Yaa was Shashi’s only escape. If her mother finding out that her investigation was still going on didn’t scare her so much, Nakia would have ignored the woman and continued pressing the issue, but it wasn’t important. She had gotten something. Assassin money. That had to be about Dreykov. So it was good enough. 

“Fine, I’ll go. And maybe I will be a war dog. It would surely help stop people like you from selling children!” She covered her mouth at the realisation of her words mixed with the nod of shame that Shashi took. 

“No-you sold her?!” Nakia looked at the woman, “YOU SOLD HER!”

“Nakia. GO!” 

The teenager walked out, tears of both dread and fulfilment developing. She had finally started to figure it out, so she could find you. But you were sold, and who knew if you were still alive. 

She immediately ran towards the palace, needing the best technology that she could get. Nobody minded her as she passed them by, running like she had places to be. That had just been the way Nakia acted most of the time since your funeral. She travelled like she always had to be somewhere. Like she was trying her best  to escape the world that she lived in. 

As she arrived, T’Challa stood in a room full of all the evidence Nakia seemed to have collected over 5 years. She had called along the way to tell him to review the old evidence. He had finally gotten onto talking to Nakia, after 2 years of not talking, and although he had doubts about Nakia’s half-decade-long obsession, he was always willing to help. 

Nakia greeted him and then swiftly moved on to write down “assassin money,” on one of the holographic documents she had open.

“Assassin money?” the prince asked. 

“That’s what I got from Shashi today. It has to be about Dreykov. I just know it.” 

“Nakia, you talked to a regularly drunk woman at the height of her drunkenness. Are you really willing to believe that anything she says at this point would be valuable?” 

“Yes.” Nakia said, moving herself around to another section of the room. 

T’Challa sighed, seeing that he would have to have the conversation he didn’t want to have. 

“Nakia…don’t you think that maybe you could be overthinking it?” 

“How so?” 

“Nakia, are you sure that you didn’t just get the measurements wrong on that day. You were young and it was your first big loss, what if you were just seeing things wrong and all of this is just you pushing the false evidence.” 

 “Do you not want her to be alive?” 

“I do! I do…but there is a major difference between wanting and believing. I can want her to be alive without believing that she is.” 

“ Well she is.” Nakia walked away from him, her mood suddenly more ruined now than when she spoke to the drunk. 

 “Nakia, i didn’t mean it like that.” the prince said, feeling like he did at 12,  “She was my friend too. And if you think that she is alive, then I do too. I’ll help. Whatever you need, except helping you terrorise her mother. 

I can’t do that, I have training.” he said the last part with a smirk. 

Nakia shoved him and he laughed, allowing her to join. T’Challa loved poking fun of Nakia’s monthly meetings with her top suspect. 

With the new evidence however, Nakia could feel herself making a decision on her life. 

“I think I’m going to become a War dog.” 

18 years later…

2 decades had passed since your disappearance, and many people had forgotten. That’s how it felt to you. An assassin whose only job was to kill who Dreykov told you to kill and leave no traces when you left. 

Over twenty years of control, abuse and misery that was buried deep within yourself. Your mind constantly forgetting the bad memories while you worked. There was no place for guilt or regret of fear in an assassin’s life. You had to get the job done and pretend that nothing happened. 

But when you got to go back to your  house, the one that Dreykov gave you when you graduated out of the red room as the top assassin of your group, all that you did was try to think of those memories again. You wanted so badly to retrieve them from your head and remember what life was like before this, before your mother sold you. But you became less good at remembering and a lot better at forgetting. And with the new trackers and controllers that Dreykov had improved to keep the Widows in line, you never had much time to do so. 

At the house, you were given time to eat, sleep and train. Right before he would send you out to kill. It was better treatment than most widows, as you didn’t have to go back to the red room to train, or to do anything. It was a part of a deal. One that you made more than a decade ago, when you had taken your place as the best assassin in widow history. After killing the president of a country that you no longer remembered, Dreykov granted you one gift, and that was to never have to see the room, or anyone from it ever again. You would work alone. No partners and no distractions. It was a deal you felt proud of, none having gotten one like that before. 

You travelled the world and shot the most sinister, important people in many countries. Some who were evil, and some who Dreykov was paid to kill for fun.

You never asked questions, nor did you really care at that point. You thought you were happy, or at least less stressed than you used to be. 

Over 20 years and it was yet another day where you were to kill someone for the fun of one of Dreykov’s clients soon. 

It was farther, in a different country, so you’d have to wait to fly over before you could hatch out an appropriate plan of action. So you decided to take a break. The only break you knew. Ballet. You went to the studio in your house and put on your ballet slippers. They were worn out, unusable really, but you used them to train yourself to stand stronger than the average ballerina. You were taught to be the best performer, even if that meant that you were to dance on worn out shoes that hurt you. 

You started your music, and began to dance. The routine was tight, and lacked error. Your technique, even in the presence of nobody, was like that of a dancer performing in front of a stage of thousands of people. 

The only problem was that you weren’t alone. You could feel it. Someone’s eyes were on you. You approached the studio window and closed it, leaving the room to close every other window and curtain in the house so that you could inspect what was going on from the camera’s outside. 

It looked like an assassination was coming early. 

Nakia looked through the window and then immediately closed it when she saw the face. Your face stood across the street of the fairly abandoned neighbourhood in Italy. Your face just as beautiful as she remembered it to be, only less happy. 

“T’Challa. She’s there. I just saw her. We found her.” she whispered to the black panther through her ear piece.

“Are you sure?”  he asked, in the next room looking for the same thing that Nakia was. You. 

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve been looking for 23 years. I think I'd know if my life’s mystery had finally been solved.” Nakia said, annoyed at the question but also so relieved to see your face. It was only for a split second, and it had only been a glimpse but it was more than she had gotten since she was a child so she would take it. 

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t realise that T’Challa had come back into the room she was in, and he was worried. 

“Nakia, somebody just left that building, and they do not look like they were ready to give us any hugs of rejoice.” 

Before anything could register, an explosion hit the building and Nakia and T’Challa went running out. T’Challa switched into his suit and grabbed Nakia, jumping down to the ground floor and then putting them down so that they could make a run for it. Smoke filled the premises and shots fired all around. 

Nakia screamed as a bullet nearly hit her, only for it to only graze her arm. 

T’Challa turned to you and saw that it was definitely you. Or at least somebody that looked exactly how you looked as a child just in adult form. 

He took the bullets and used the kinetic energy absorption in his suit to send his own explosion towards you, knocking you off of your feet. 

“Y/n!” He said as he looked at you, shocked that you were attacking them.

“Y/N!” Nakia ran to you on the ground, still in shock from the impact that the black panther suit had. You had never been knocked off your feet before, and you weren’t used to it. 

“Y/n, what’s going on?” came dreykov’s voice in your ear, his tracking and controlling system catching that you were in hot waters and letting him know to check what you were doing as your next assassination was only scheduled for a few days from then.

“Nothing master. "You said in Russian, Nakia recognised it since she had learnt it as a war dog. She looked at T’Challa as she sat down next to you, and they both knew that you were not alone to your own thoughts. 

You lifted your hand to your forehead and felt blood, your blood, on your hands. That was another first. Ready to grab Nakia by the neck and make her pay for ruining your perfect performance and then injuring you, you brought your hand to it, but you jolted at the intense shock that went through your body, 

“What did you do?!” T’Challa yelled at Nakia, while coming to the two of you.

“I shocked her with my beads.” she said plainly, allowing her and T’Challa to lift you up and take you onto the hidden quinjet on the roof that had been in the sky for hours, waiting for you to be identified. 

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? To take her back to Wakanda now. Did you see the way she spoke? She was talking to someone,Nakia. They could be controlling her. We can’t risk taking her back for them to follow.” 

“So what do you suggest we do then, Prince.” Nakia rolled her eyes at the man trying to delay your homecoming. T’Challa sighed and got up to make a call, while she stared at you, holding your hand as you stayed unconscious. 

“I’ve found you.” she whispered, letting the tears fall freely now. 

“After all of these years, I've finally found you, Y/n. I wasn’t crazy.” 

“You weren’t.” T’Challa said as he got back, coming towards the two of you as he went to hug his emotional friend. Over the years that he had been involved in helping find you, even he thought that what they were doing was crazy. But Nakia never did, and he could tell that Nakia really loved you during that time. She still told stories of your childhood together being the mischievous trio that interrupted the morning meetings. 

Now all three of you were grown up, and there you were. Laying in front of him when he was sceptical for so long. He also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his friend was back. 

You all sat there for a few hours, while Nakia had to shock you a few more times, as they waited, but soon enough, another quinjet landed on the roof in secret, and the young yet brilliant Shuri came into the building holding a case. 

“Shuri!” Nakia called as the girl got to them, and knelt, looking at the woman that she had heard so much about but had never met. She was in just as much shock as T’Challa had been, as most people truly believed that you were dead. 

Shuri got to work, opening her case and spraying you with a red dissolving powered spray that made your face twitch, and your body become at ease. 

The two non-science people looked at Shuri with questions in their eyes. 

“It deactivates mind control.” she said. She got to work patching up your head wound.

5 minutes passed before you started to become conscious again, and when you opened your eyes to the three people that stood in front of you, and when you didn’t hear the voice that corrupted your brain, tears formed instantly. 

“Kia…” you choked out at your best friend, now a woman looking at you with tears in her eyes. 

You then looked to your left and saw your royal friend, “T’Challa…you’re the Black Panther, now.” He nodded and shed a tear himself, seeing your face express itself just like it used to. 

You then looked at Shuri, feeling bad that you couldn’t name who she was. 

“I’m Shuri, the one who decontrolled you. I’m T’challa’s sister.” 

Your mind was overwhelmed, not only by the fact that T’Challa now had a sister, but by the fact that she had taken you out of Dreykov’s control. 

Instinctively, you looked for a sharp object and stabbed your leg. 

“What are you doing?!” Nakia screamed, wanting you to stop. 

Removing the tracker chip that was inserted into your leg when you got to the room, you  showed it to them before destroying it. Shuri was quick to help you wrap your leg while you just looked at everyone that was around you. 

Your smile was slowly fading, and by the time that you were taken onto a quinjet with Nakia and T’Challa and his sister took the other one, your face had completely fallen and your breathing had turned uneasy. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” she said. Seeing you fidget. You nodded, having no words for her, yet so many questions. 

Hours later, the quinjets had landed, and you were back where you were born. Where you grew up. Where you were sold. 

“I can’t be here.” you said stuck in your position sitting in while Nakia tried to take you out into the palace.

“Will he come for me?”

“No he won’t, y/n. He can’t do that anymore.” Nakia said, approaching you. 

Not convinced, you stood to start the quinjet again. Ready to fly to the red room yourself before he could come and take you himself. 

Nakia saw the panic attack coming, and came to you immediately. 

“Hey, breathe with me…” she let you follow her breathing for a while before continuing, “ He will not come for you again, Y/n. Nobody will. I promise.”

Those words brought back pictures. Ugly ones. Of you in the red room. A gun in your hands, imagining the people who hurt you as you shot. The sudden image scared you, and you broke down crying. You let Nakia hug you, and soon you refused to let go of her. She held you, and rubbed your back as tears fell down both your faces. 

“I’m home.” you cried. 

“You’re home now, Y/n. And I’m here for you.”

 

The night sky glistening in Wakanda, as you slept in Nakia’s arms refusing to let her go, after Shuri had done some tests on you to see that you were in good condition, 

T’Challa’s footsteps felt loud as he approached the house where it all started, his first trip there since months before you disappeared. 

He knocked on the door firmly. 

“Shashi! It’s T’Challa. Open the door!”

The house smelled better than Nakia used to describe it, no alcohol was being consumed now seemingly. 

The door opened and Shashi’s frame came into view. She had grey hairs now, but she looked better than she had in the years that followed the ‘death’.. 

“My prince. What brings you here?” 

“We found her, Shashi.” Shashi’s face fell immediately, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“She was never dead, and you knew that! When people hear this, things will not be good for you.” T’Challa turned and left, knowing that the Border Tribe elders were alert and prepared for her to flee so if she tried, it would be pointless. 

He left the woman who had gotten too comfortable ignoring her past, suddenly scared for what was to come to light. 

Author's Note: My Nakia Debut everyone. Part 2 will be out as soon as I get to writing it, but I am busy with school so don't be surprised if it's not this weekend or early next week

#nakia black panther #black panther #black panther2 #wakanda forever #war dogs #nakia fanfiction #nakia x reader #marvel #mcu fic #nakia x female reader #x female reader #x reader insert #x reader #the red room #dreykov marvel #madame b #mystery #nakia angst #nakia fluff

[the-widow-sisters]

"Can you do "You have such pretty hair" with Kamala and Nakia?

A/N: Thank you so, so much for this request! I love these two so much 💖💖💖

This one kind of turned into something slightly angsty 😅 Hopefully it was still good 🥰💖 It kind of reminded me of that episode of Liv and Maddie with that song "What A Girl Is," lol. That was actually the inspiration behind the title of this fic 😂

I hope y'all enjoy! 💞

Word Count: 1.9k+

   “Y’know… You have such pretty hair,” Kamala complimented.

   Nakia blinked and froze in the middle of brushing her hair as she looked at her best friend where she was lying on the bed behind her.

   Kamala’s eyes were full of genuine adoration, but there was also something else prevalent in her gaze that was slightly less upbeat.

   Nakia just huffed a little, not sure how to even begin to reply to that comment appropriately or what to think of the strangely sad glint in Kamala’s eyes.

   Nakia and Kamala were at Nakia’s house and Kamala was staying over for the night as a sleepover. Kamala had patrolled the neighborhood and had come back in to enjoy a peaceful night with her best friend.

   Naturally, since it was just the both of them and the door was locked, Nakia had taken off her hijab as per usual, comfortable with her best friend and the girl who was practically a younger sister to her. She had started to brush her hair so that she would be ready for bed later after they finished their movie, and that was when Kamala had busted out with her random compliment.

   “Thank you…. Your hair’s beautiful, too,” Nakia expressed genuinely as she picked back up brushing her hair. Kamala avoided her gaze, waving her off.

   “Yours is way prettier,” Kamala assured her, and Nakia furrowed her brow a little, instantly noting the element of slight sadness in Kamala’s tone. Nakia did not say anything for a moment, trying to figure out where this could all be coming from.

   “I don’t think that’s true. Our hair is only like two shades different from each other,” Nakia told her, laughing a little despite the concern building within her.

   Kamala shook her head, refusing to hear it.

   “It’s true, Nakia. Your hair’s amazing, your skin’s flawless… You’re just insanely beautiful, Nakia,” Kamala told her, and Nakia went completely quiet.

   She finally let out an incredulous breath, once again completely baffled at the entire thing.

   “Well, Kamala… I mean… You’re all of those things, too. I’m not special. Did you see the mess I was last time shark week came around?” Nakia joked halfheartedly about the infamous time of the month, offering Kamala a lopsided grin as she tried to figure out what was happening with the other girl.

   Kamala shook her head insistently.

   “No, you’re totally a ten on shark week or not,” Kamala expressed, and Nakia watched her carefully before offering her certain reply.

   “You are, too.”

   “Nah, Nakia, you’re… I’m just mid,” Kamala explained, and Nakia squinted a little.

   It was not uncommon for the both of them to hype each other up, but for Kamala to tell her these things and self-deprecate so terribly in the midst of it was definitely not normal. It made Nakia some mix of uncomfortable and deeply concerned.

   “What’s going on, Kamala?” Nakia questioned suspiciously.

   “Nothing! I just wanted to compliment you,” Kamala proclaimed defensively, and Nakia put down her hairbrush as she turned to more fully face Kamala as she crossed her legs on her bed and leaned toward Kamala a little.

   “Why?”

   Nakia’s pushing seemed to throw Kamala off a little, and she searched Nakia’s face, looking anywhere but her eyes as she tried to reply to her.

   “Well, I heard you complaining about your hair, so I was trying to make you feel better!” Kamala answered way too fast and far too unconvincingly.

   When Nakia had started brushing her hair, she was fussing about it being an insane mess that looked like a rat puked in it or something but that was something she did every time she brushed her hair. Kamala knew this since this was not the first time that she had seen Nakia brush her hair and heard her fuss about it.

   “You know I always talk bad about my hair when I have to brush it,” Nakia replied to her, stating what the both of them were already well-aware of. Kamala started to try to say something, but she quieted, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with them. Her cheeks were slightly puffed out in something almost akin to a pout, and Nakia offered her a onceover.

   This almost reminded Nakia of the time that the kids were picking on Kamala when they were little kids. Kamala had been sick one day and had accidentally thrown up in class in front of everyone.

   After that, the common taunt was “Cough-It-Up Khan,” and they frequently were unnecessarily cruel to her for the accident.

   Nakia, of course, had done her best to put a stop to it all, eagerly jumping at the chance to defend her friend any time that the opportunity arose. However, it just had to run its course, and it eventually stopped.

   Instantly, it dawned upon Nakia that something must have happened with the other people at their school.

   “Has someone said something to you?” Nakia asked, choosing her words carefully at least for the moment as she tried to coax Kamala into telling her something about what could be going on.

   Kamala let out a soft breath, looking away from Nakia as she remained silent and seemed to be thinking over whether or not to tell her.

   “Talk to me,” Nakia softly expressed, reaching out as she scooted closer and placed her hand on top of Kamala’s where they were folded on her stomach.

   Kamala glanced at her before swallowing and finally speaking up, biting her lip.

   “I, um… I heard some of the boys talking about the girls at school,” Kamala confessed, and Nakia instantly clenched her jaw, feeling anger swelling in her chest as she quickly started to get an idea of what had happened.

   However, she willed everything within her to be quiet as she shifted her hand to lace her fingers with Kamala’s so that she could offer her some amount of comfort and solidarity in this. Kamala squeezed her hand, taking strength from her.

   “They ended up talking about you and me,” Kamala stated, her voice controlled as she tried to keep from getting too emotional.

   “You’re a ten out of ten and maybe even an eleven. Like they rated you up there with Zoe and everything. They said everything about you was gorgeous and amazing and all this stuff,” Kamala explained, and Nakia was quiet as she felt her stomach drop with the implication of what Kamala was about to say about herself.

   Kamala took in a deep breath, laughing a little as she shrugged and blinked quickly.

   “And like… I never expected to get nearly as much as you guys because, Nakia, you’re absolutely a knockout, but I thought maybe I wasn’t a solid three,” Kamala admitted, her voice quivering in the last bit of her declaration as she bit her lip and looked away toward the wall.

   Nakia instantly felt like she had been slapped, and it felt like her throat was constricting as she took in Kamala’s words. She could not believe that someone had dared say that about her best friend and someone who was one of the most beautiful people in the world to Nakia.

  “Oh, my gosh,” Nakia muttered under her breath, not sure if she was positively enraged or if she was absolutely injured on Kamala’s behalf.

   Nakia quickly noted the barely held back sobs as Kamala stared at the wall stubbornly and focused on one of the many Carol Danvers posters littering it. Nakia felt her heart breaking, and she grabbed Kamala’s arm, pulling her closer to her without hesitation.

   “Kamala,” Nakia softly spoke, bringing her near.

   Kamala let out a choked sob, and Nakia wasted no time in holding her as she folded her tightly against her.

   Kamala sunk into her, and Nakia rubbed her back. Kamala sobbed into her shoulder as her tears wetted Nakia’s shirt. Kamala wrapped her arms around Nakia firmly. Nakia felt like crying herself, but she tried her hardest to hold it back.

   “Kamala, I am so, so sorry,” Nakia whispered to her, and Kamala shook her head.

   “It’s not your fault,” Kamala tried to assure between sobs, and Nakia closed her eyes tightly, her cheek pressed to Kamala’s head.

   “I don’t want you to ever feel that way,” Nakia murmured, and Kamala just grabbed her tighter as she buried her face in Nakia’s clothes, hiding from the wickedness of the world.

   Nakia truly wished that she could shield her best friend from it all. All of the cruel people that could hurt Kamala’s tender heart. Kamala had a ridiculously optimistic nature, but even she had limits to her positivity, and Nakia never wanted to see that beautiful spirit crushed.

   After a few moments, Kamala resurfaced for a bit of air, her chin resting on Nakia’s shoulder as she barely held her sobs together.

   “I’m sorry for putting this all on you… I made you feel guilty and I don’t want you to feel bad for being pretty or something. I’m being stupid, and I—”

   “No!” Nakia interrupted.

   Kamala sniffled as Nakia pulled back from her. Nakia placed her hands on Kamala’s shoulders, trying to hold onto her and ground her. She searched Kamala’s eyes, her gaze dead serious.

   “You are not making me feel guilty by talking to me about stuff like this. I want you to talk to me about stuff like this. I’m your best friend and I am here for you,” Nakia told her firmly, and Kamala sniffed once more, clearly trying to hold back the tears as they streamed down her face.

   Nakia shook her head, taking in Kamala’s face and all that was so beautifully her.

   “You are not a three, Kamala. You are so much more beautiful than me or Zoe or anybody that you could possibly think of to try to compare yourself to,” Nakia explained to her, every word fully confident as she talked about her friend.

   Nakia looked at her, softly wiping away her tears as she tried to reassure her and calm her. Kamala sucked in a shaking breath, managing to pull herself together a little.

   “There’s no one in the world with your heart, your kindness, your loving spirit, or your innocence,” Nakia trailed off, thinking of all of the incredible things about Kamala. There were just way too many to list in one sitting.

   “And even with all that, you’re somehow even beautiful on the outside to boot. You’re absolutely amazing, and you don’t even have to be beautiful on the outside to be the most gorgeous person I know,” Nakia confessed to her, her voice soft as she tried to make her best friend truly understand the depth of just how incredible and rare that she was.

   Kamala had tears welling up in her eyes anew as she gaped at Nakia with unhidden awe.

   “Nakia…”

   “Don’t let a bunch of stupid boys or anyone else in the world tell you what you should think about yourself. You’re incredible and the most,” Nakia trailed off, trying to think of the best word to drive her point home, and as the perfect one came to her, she smiled.

   “You’re the most marvelous person that I know,” Nakia finished.

   Kamala looked like she was going to cry all over again, but this time, there was a smile growing on her face as she eyed Nakia with nothing but the most affection and love.

   “Even more marvelous than Captain Marvel,” Nakia acknowledged, and Kamala quickly paused, shaking her head despite the tears and the grin on her face.

   “No, I’m definitely not as marvelous as Carol freaking Danvers,” Kamala tried to protest, and Nakia could not help a slight laugh as she offered Kamala a soft smile.

   “You are to me.”

#nakia bahadir #kamala khan #ms. marvel #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #captain marvel #ms marvel #avengers #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #friendship #platonic #platonic relationships

[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 1: Too Soon

This can't be happening…

Nakia looked down at her stomach and into the toilet. It's too soon.

She sat on the floor, distraught and anxious. She dreamed of this day before, but it was soon. Too soon.

She didn't know who to go to, in fear of the news getting out. But chose to go to the scientific princess.

Nakia walked in, dizzy from her morning sickness and saw Shuri working on some shoes. She looked around for her lover before making her way over to his sister.

"Shuri…I need help.", she whispered.

"What is it now? Did you break something?", the princess asked, not looking at her.

'Not yet….', Nakia thought.

"No. I just….I'm scared.", Nakia said instead.

Shuri finally turned around, taking in her friend's sickly state. "Whoa, what happened to you?", she asked.

"That's what I wanna know.", Nakia said, sitting in a chair.

She stared at the woman for a while. "You're pregnant, aren't you?", she asked.

Nakia's eyes widened as she hushed her. "Not so loud!", she whispered-yelled.

Shuri gasped. "So you are.", she said.

"I guess so. I didn't pay any mind to it until now.", Nakia said, looking down disappointed in herself. Shuri was the complete opposite. "I'm gonna be an auntie.", she said smiling.

In a way, Nakia felt relieved that Shuri wasn't upset. "Will you please check…?", she asked, unsure.

Shuri prepared her nanos as a bed and had Nakia lay on them.

"This might tickle.", she said.

"I'm not worried about tickles.", Nakia said, looking at her stomach.

Shuri hooked up an IV on Nakia, made her do some urine tests and waited.

"Yup. You came to me right on time.", she said, finally getting the results.

Nakia frowned. It's not like she didn't want to have the baby. She would've been ecstatic if they had talked about it. However…

He's going to be King soon….

"If you're worried about T'Challa, there's nothing to be worried about. Geez, you two always act like I don't have time on my hands. I'm here to help both of you.", Shuri said, reassuring Nakia.

Nakia smiled sadly. "Thank you.

"Shuri, do you have my device ready??", a familiar voice boomed in a short distance, making Nakia's eyes widen.

"Oh no…I don't want him to find out now. Put it away! Put it away!", she whispered, hearing his footsteps.

Shuri hurried with everything and got out his device she had been working on.

"It's here, brother. Ready to go.", she said, once T'challa came in. The older brother smiled and took it from her. "Thank you.", he said and turned to his lover, unaware of her nervousness. "Good morning, my love.", he said, coming over to Nakia and kissed her on her forehead before he left.

The women sighed in relief. "That was close.", Nakia said.

"Too close.", Shuri agreed. "So how long are you planning on keeping it from him….?", she asked.

"For as long as I can. I don't want to stress him out as much as he is now.", Nakia said.

"So how long do you think you'll be able to hide such a thing? You're going to swell a couple of months.", Shuri informed.

Nakia knew that. Though, she had a place to hide whenever her stomach would grow. She informed Shuri of such a place and decided that's where she'll stay.

She only hoped that T'Challa wouldn't miss her so much until it was time.

Months passed and it was finally time for Nakia to birth her child. It was a baby girl and instantly she knew the familiar genetic features of her lover.

"She's beautiful.", Shuri whispered, laying the infant child in Nakia's arms. Nakia cried, both out of happiness and despair. She had to cut all ties off from the Dora Milaje and could only give little information to the queen in fear of T'challa ever finding out.

Nakia decided it was too much. She couldn't let T'Challa know. Nakia let the women of a nearby village watch over her daughter before making herself known to her lover who welcomed her back, confused, worried and relieved that she was okay.

14 years had passed and T'Challa had yet to find out. By then, it was too late to go back. Nakia realized it would only make things worse if he had found out this late.

Instead T'Challa was with his father inside Vienna.

He huffed, tugging at his collar around his neck and looked at his father. "It's chafing.", he complained, making his father smile in amusement.

"Bear with it for now. We'll be gone soon.", he said.

The prince huffed and looked out the window.

"At a special United Nations conference 117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords.", he heard and glanced at a red haired woman.

"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?", a woman walks up to a red haired woman. "Yes?", she responds.

"These need your signature.", she said.

T'Challa watched as she signed a form and let the woman leave, finally recognizing her.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight.", T'Challa spoke up.

She turns to him. "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering.", she says.

"You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill… I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company.", he says.

"Well, I'm not.", she says with a frown.

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff.", T'Challa says genuinely.

"Why? You don't approve of all this?", she asks.

"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred.", he said.

"Unless you need to move a piano.", king T'Chaka says, walking up to them.

"Father.", the prince greets.

"Son. Miss Romanoff.", The king nodded to them.

"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria.", she apologizes, bowing.

"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today.", he says.

"Yes, so am I.", she says and T'Challa smiles.

"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session.", they hear on the PA.

"That is the future calling. Such a pleasure.", T'Challa said, bowing to her.

"Thank you.", she says and leaves.

"For a man who disapproves of diplomacy, you're getting quite good at it.", his father says.

"I'm happy, baba.", he said, smiling.

The men give their affection before the king walks up to the podium for his speech.

"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative."

As T'Challa listens to his father, his peripheral vision catches something outside the building. His eyes widened before turning back to his father. "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace.", his father's last words were.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!", T'Challa yelled and ran for his father, but was too late and got blown away.

As the explosion cleared, T'Challa crawled on the floor in search of his father and found his limp body.

"Baba…. Baba!" The prince checked for a pulse but there was nothing…

He's dead….

"No….no….!!", T'Challa cried, cradling his father's lifeless body.

Unfortunately the news spread quickly back to Wakanda where Nakia was waiting for T'Challa. She felt regretful as she watched her daughter walk amongst the women in the village she stayed in.

She turned to the sound of footsteps and saw Shuri walk up to her in tears.

"Shuri…what's wrong….?", she asked, worriedly.

Shuri hugs her tight and bawls. The women rocked, Nakia confused and let Shuri settle down.

"Shuri, won't you tell me what happened?", Nakia asked.

"He's dead….my father. He's dead…", she whispers. Nakia's eyes widened and glossed over.

T'Chaka….dead….? Where's T'Challa…? What happened and how….? Why…?

"We have to go bury him….", Shuri says, getting up and looking at her niece.

"She wasn't even able to have the chance to know her grandfather….", she says.

Nakia glances at her daughter.

She's right. And it wasn't fair. What did he do to deserve his death….?

"T'Challa's in so much pain right now. He's the one that was there.", she said.

That only made Nakia's despair worsen. She didn't want to pile on more bad news.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. It had been months, and she was getting too big to hide for long.

After T'Challa returned to Wakanda after settling with the Avengers and delivering Xeno to justice, Nakia sought out for T'Challa, finally deciding to let him meet his child. The look on his face after seeing him made her want to change her mind. He looked so tired but happy to see her.

As they met up, he felt a bit relieved to see her but could tell something was off. She seemed... Nervous. "There's something I have to tell you.", she told him. Many outcomes entered his mind in an instant. She either found another love, was in trouble with someone or wanted him back.

He'd have to mentally prepare for one of those responses, but was not prepared for her to take him into the farther fields outside of the golden palace where animals grazed and their caretakers watched over them.

Nakia's eyes laid on a girl who was petting a rhino and T'Challa followed her line of sight. He looked at her in confusion at the girl. Nakia took a breath and called out for the girl who turned to them, a look of distain appearing on her face for a moment before she got a good look of the prince before her and she immediately straightened up.

T'Challa's eyebrow raised at the girl as she walked up to them and he looked at Nakia who appeared a little more distressed. The girl stepped up to them and bowed a bit. "My prince.", she greeted.

T'Challa shook his head. "No need for that." She looked up in confusion. "Am I needed?", she asked him and he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as he took in her features. She looked no older than 14 or 15.

He looked back at Nakia who looked at him with glossed eyes. "T'Challa, this is T'Kia.", she introduced. His eyes widened as he realized why the woman was so off-putting today. He looked between the girl and the woman. "Is she... Did we...–?", he started.

Nakia nods, silently, watching the prince's eyes become glossy. T'Challa looks at the girl. "She's your daughter.", Nakia says, shocking the girl.

T'Kia looked between the two in disbelief before she stared at T'Challa who stared back. He had so many questions. Why was he just now finding out about this...? Why did it take so long? Did she resent him?

He couldn't stand the girl's confused and teary eyes. He looked at her for another long moment, trying to take her in. He felt a sense of regret and shame for missing out on so many years.

Then he reached out and pulled TKia close. "Are you angry with me...?", he asked, softly.

Her eyes bubbled with tears instead, feeling warm inside. This was what she was missing all these years. Not knowing what a father was like... Not knowing what it was like to have him around.

She shook her head silently, hugging him back.

The prince embraced her in his arms, his face now buried in her hair. Even though she was his own flesh and blood, he had never held his own child before.

He never even saw her birth. He missed out on her first steps, her first words, her first birthday.

All the guilt and regret hit him at once and he only squeezed her harder.

The sounds of her sniffles made his heart clench painfully. "Baba...", she sobbed, nuzzling her face in his chest, grasping at his clothes as if he'd disappear. The prince shook his head, and stroked her hair as he shushed her. "Baba is here now. Baba's not going anywhere.", he cooed softly.

He looked over to Nakia, who had tears in her eyes too. He could see the guilt in hers. Her sorrow for keeping their child from him, her tears not just of joy, but also of regret.

#black panther #Black panther OC #wakanda forever #marvel x reader #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #x black reader #civil war era #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #mcu black panther #T'Challa #nakia black panther #t'challa x nakia #shuri black panther #okoye

[nzia-writes]

Okoye

Listings :

Our ends meet (18+)

#nakia x okoye #okoye x attuma #black panther okoye #okoye x reader #okoye one shot #okoye #general okoye #wlw imagine #wlw fics #black panther wakanda forever #riri williams x black!fem!reader #riri x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #shuri x riri #riri x shuri

[griots-tales]

Canon Details in Black Panther that people forget:

T’Chaka watched Back To The Future 2 a lot

Everett is divorced (deleted scene)

T’Challa and Nakia are childhood friends (deleted scene)

Ramonda considers Nakia to be a suitable person to take the Herb.

The Jabari are vegetarians, but some of them make an exception for fish.

The only time T’Challa takes off his kimoyo beads is when he fights at the waterfall. Otherwise, it’s only War Dogs who don’t wear it (openly) while they’re on their missions.

W’Kabi’s Rhinos eat apples/peaches

#T'Chaka #Everett Ross #t'challa #Nakia #T'Challa x Nakia #Ramonda #black panther fic #heart shaped herb #Jabari #W'Kabi #Border Tribe #Rhinos

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Shuri's girlfriend who she pushed away when T'Challa died but when Namor appears she realises just how much she needs you

You were a mutant blessed with the gift of lightning born in Wakanda. You were invited to Charles Xavier's school but unlike other mutants you weren't shunned from your home. Wakanda was used to the supernatural and saw it as a blessing from the ancestors so your gift was embraced. Still it was quite rare and so your family received a lot of attention and favours while elevated them a lot. As one such favour, you were invited to train with the Jabari tribe in the mountains to hone your lightning. The tribe was of course very well respected and so you went along happily...but they weren't the only ones interested in your gift. The princess invited you to her lab when she was 14. She wanted to meet you and of course to investigate your powers as a scientist. You'd spent 2 years with the Jabari tribe so were pretty comfortable using your gifts by now. You were the same age as Shuri and took an instant liking to her the second you saw her smile. You were both powerful fun-loving young women who got along easily and fell in love even easier. There were 4 long years of pining and fitting before finally Shuri asked you to be her girlfriend and you agreed. Together you honed your powers and of course Shuri created tons of tech and suits for you. On your own you could only shoot lightning bolts a few feet in front of you but with Shuri's suit that more than tripled and the intensity of your powers was also strengthened.

When Killmonger appeared and de-throned T'Challa you escaped with Shuri and helped her family reach the Jabari tribe safely. Given your close relationship with M'Baku you advocated for the royal family and they were allowed to stay. You helped restore T'Challa to the throne and fought beside Shuri. As you grew older you went from strength to strength. T'Challa had always liked you partly because he could tease Shuri about you but also because he could see how happy you made her. Shuri's mother was a little more traditional but she warmed up to you and now treated you like a daughter. So the two of you were very happy together but everything changed when T'challa died. Shuri became obsessed with her work and retreated to her lab. Okoye and even Queen Ramonda sought your help in getting her out of there but it didn't work. Shuri had put up a wall that even you couldn't break through. In some way it felt like she'd purposefully built that wall for you. You were no longer a couple and while you still saw each other every day she distanced herself from you more and more. When you eventually confront her on the matter she said she couldn't deal with a relationship right now and unofficially broke up with you. You were at a loss for what to do. You understood she was in a fragile time and everyone kept telling you she'd change her mind once her grief lessened but a year later and still she was cold and distant towards you. With your work as a member of the elite guards you still saw her every week but it was never the same and you had no idea how to get her back. Then suddenly a new threat arose and Shuri went to America with Okoye to solve it but got into more danger when she was captured and taken hostage. You couldn't believe Shuri had left on a dangerous mission and hadn't told you. She hadn't told you about Namor and you had to find out from another guard what had happened. She hadn't even said goodbye when she left. You were heartbroken. Were you really so separate now she didn't even think to see you before leaving on a dangerous mission overseas? Didn't she think you'd want to know? You were so scared for her and asked the ancestors every day to bring her back safely. You promised to never ask for anything ever again if they did that but when Shuri did come back you didn't just feel relief you also felt anger. You had heard everyone buzzing and hoped Shuri might be back. You walked into her lab and saw her standing next to Nakia and the Queen. You stopped right in your tracks frozen. "Y/n look who it is" Nakia said smiling at you but you just felt pain. Shuri noticed your expression and waved "I'm fine don't worry". Tears filled your eyes and you rushed from the room before you burst into tears. You were crying as you ran when Shuri followed you. "Y/n!" she called "please stop, I'm sorry I made you worry but I'm fine. There's no need to cry" and she tried to touch your arm but you moved away from her. "Why didn't you tell me you were going?" you yelled "do I matter that little to you anymore? I know you don't love me anymore but I still love you Shuri!" you cried. Shuri looked down uncomfortable and you shook your head. "You used to love it when I told you that, not it just disgusts you". "It's not that" Shuri said "y/n I am now the heir and that changes things. I will need to continue my family's line and I cannot do that with you". You felt like she'd slapped you even though objectively the statement made sense. "So what? You marry a man you don't even love just so you can reproduce?" you asked "I thought you scoffed at tradition?". Shuri looked down "I don't know! I just know there are a lot of uncertain things about the future and my brother's death has changed everything". "Even the way you feel about me?" you asked and Shuri swallowed. "No, never" she said "but it does change how I can act on it". You shook your head and unsure what to even say just backed away. This time she let you go. You sought out Okoye wanting nothing to do with the royal family and as she'd been banished she didn't mind. You were sat together one morning comforting one another when Nakia found you both. When she saw you, her eyes filled with pity and you could see all the things she wanted to say. "Don't" you said "I am fine". "No you're not" Okoye said and you rolled your eyes "fine I'm not! The woman I love no longer wants to be with me because she needs a child and I can't give her that..." you sighed "but I also can't change that so what can you do?". "That is the reason Shuri broke up with you?" Nakia asked and you nodded "she said she needs an heir. T'Challa obviously didn't have any children and after her mother she is the last of her line...so we're done". Okoye shook her head but Nakia was staring at you. "Nakia, are you okay?" you asked and she shook her head looking down "I'm fine I just...I'm sad for you is all". You got the feeling she was lying but before you could react the wall exploded with water. "It's Namor!" Nakia said and she rushed to help a civilian. "Okoye, y/n!" she called and while Okoye ran to the people you ran to the water. "Y/n no!" Okoye said but you shook your head "don't worry I know what I'm doing" and you started climbing up the cliffside. Without your gear you couldn't give deadly blasts but you could still paralyse people. You zapped the water and two of Namor's people instantly fell to the ground. You made sure to avoid anywhere near your people and targeted the ocean. You worked your way along the cliff firing bolts until you looked up to see a flying man heading right for you. You supposed this must be Namor and flexed your hands "let's see how fish boy lasts against lightning" and got ready. With your suit you might've had a chance but one-on-one against a god while perched on an unsteady cliff? You fired a few bolts near him but he was fast and dodged them pretty easily. He knocked you off your perch and sent you crashing into the water below. Obviously once you were in the water your power was useless. You couldn't electrocute anyone without also doing so to yourself and so tried to find land as soon as you could. "Y/n!" you heard someone call and looked up to see M'Baku. He was on a boat and held his arm out to you "just don't use your powers, you'll kill us all". "Got it" you nodded dragging yourself up and you helped to paddle to shore. Once there a ship beamed you up and deposited you into a group of people. "Y/n!" Shuri said hugging you before you could even register she was there. "What were you thinking fighting him? He's a god!". "And I'm a mutant" you replied "you know in some places people would claim I'm a descendant of a god or demi-god". "You're not half god y/n" Shuri said fondly and you smiled before you both realised what you were doing. "I need my suit..." you said awkwardly "but I guess I can't go home to get it". Shuri shook her head "it's okay I have multiple duplicated in my lab". You nodded and were about to turn away when Okoye said you needed to get to the palace. Namor killed Shuri's mother. When you got there Okoye and Nakia were trying to revive her. "Someone hold her back!" Okoye cried and you grabbed Shuri. She tried desperately to get away from you and you thanked M'Baku for all the strength training he made you do. You held Shuri while she screamed and cried until Nakia said Queen Ramonda was dead. Then Shuri just broke down crying and she stopped trying to fight you. She just fell into you and you held her. The others left the two of you alone as you cradled Shuri in your arms. When Shuri stopped crying she was quiet for a while before she spoke. "I should get up and sort everything..." she said. "You don't have to if you don't want to" you said "we have time and someone else will start the arrangements". Shuri shook her head "I want to" and you helped her stand. She went to walk away and then looked back for you, confused why you weren't coming. So used to her icing you out you paused "would you like me to come with you". She nodded silently and you fell into step with her. After her mother's death Shuri changed towards you. She was cold to everyone but retreated back to you like a sage space. It was as if losing her last family member made her reassess her stance on your relationship and she came back to you. You stood behind her at the funeral and helped her work in the lab just like old times. You, Nakia and Riri worked on the ritual for her and when she began freaking out you calmed her down. You got her to breathe and stop yelling. Then she realised she did have the powers of the black panther and everything changed. Shuri wowed all the elders and emerged as Wakanda's new hero so you all began prepping for war. You were still worried about Shuri though. She didn't just want to stop Namor she wanted to end him. You got after losing her mother she was rightly furious but killing wasn't Shuri. That wasn't the happy cheeky girl you knew. She wasn't a killer. Before the battle you helped Shuri get ready and she noticed you were quiet. "What's wrong?" she asked and you shook your head "you're going out there to fight a god and you're asking me what's wrong?". Shuri shook her head "i won't be alone" and she took your hand "plus I can tell there's something else bothering you". You sighed "Shuri...what are you going to do when you defeat Namor". Shuri looked you in the eye and shrugged "I'll kill him". You frowned "but Shuri are you sure that's what you should do? Your mother wouldn't want you to...". "My mother is gone! So if my brother and my father! All of them are gone and someone needs to pay...I think my mother's murderer is a pretty good choice". You nodded "he deserves it but you don't. Shuri killing him will change you and it's something you might come to regret plus I don't think you can do it. You're not like that...". Shuri shook her head "I'm capable of it y/n I know I am. I can feel it and I have proof. "I saw kill monger" she told you and you paused "when?". "He was the one waiting for me. Not T'challa. Not my mother or father...him. That's all the proof we need that I can do this". You shook your head "no I don't believe it. The ancestors must've shown you him for a reason, to remind you of where this path will lead if you take it, to show you why you should find another way...". "There is no other way y/n" Shuri said sharply "I've made up my mind now are you going to come with me or not?". You shook your head "there's no way I'd let you go alone" and despite everything Shuri smiled. You all assembled on a huge ship and waited for Namor. You were going to stay on the ship and electrocute as many of Namor's people as possible while Shuri took him onto her ship. She'd kitted you out in a brand new suit which was practically buzzing with how much power it had. When Namor's people appeared you were the first person to fire a shot. You raised your right arm and fired a bolt of electricity right into the ocean. Immediately 10 of Namor's soldiers floated paralysed. You smiled at the power of Shuri's machine and got to work. The trouble was you didn't want to hurt any of your own people so as soon as one of your people fell in the water, you couldn't shoot. Then you worked on the ones on the ship. Any that got near to you quickly fell but again as they brought water onto the boat you had to be careful not to electrocute anyone else. So your attack got more and more short-ranged until you just used your hands. Any soldier you could get your hands on went down but they realised your power was becoming more limited and began swarming you. It made sense they'd try and take out the girl with lightning. You were trying to defend yourself when you slipped and they all pushed forwards. Nakia yelled your name and then Okoye was there in her suit. She swept Namor's people off you and once you regained your footing you were back in action. Still Namor's army seemed endless though and they soon took control of the boat. You were getting pushed to the edge and the only thing stopping them from climbing the side and taking you was the precise lightning you ran down the edge of the boat but you couldn't keep it up forever. Your energy was fading and they knew the second you faltered it was over. So Namor's people targeted you once again while your people tried to defend you. An arrow suddenly got through the defences making you cry out in pain and drop your electricity. The army swarmed and that's when Shuri appeared. When you saw Namor beside her, calling off his army you cheered louder than anyone. Then you did the Wakanda forever salute and swore at the pain in your arm. Okoye made you sit down and started calling for a medic. You got the Queen of Wakanda herself. The second Shuri realised you were hurt she beamed you up into her ship and worked on you. You asked for details of what had happened but she shushed you while she worked. By the time you got back to Wakanda she'd pretty much healed your arm and the pain was just a numb ache. Then Shuri told you what had happened. That she'd spared Namor's life and there was an alliance there. You were so happy you screamed and threw your arms around Shuri's neck accidentally kissing her. You froze realising and moved back "Shuri I'm sorry...". "Don't be" she said and brought your face closer so she could kiss you. You kissed her back so relieved she was still here and that she had come back to you but you had to be sure. You separated and looked at her "Shuri...what does this mean? What about you needing an heir?". "I don't care" she laughed "I figured there's no point fretting over the next line. I should just work on making my reign the best I can and I'll need you beside me to do that". You blushed "you will?". Shuri nodded "I love you y/n" which after a year of not hearing made you cry. Shuri quickly wrapped her arms around you and apologised for everything. "I promise to never shut you out again y/n" she told you and you nodded "I believe you". After that things settled down nicely. The city was restored and everyone moved back home, A big party was thrown and you danced all night. Nakia left shortly after and Shuri went to visit. After she'd been there a day she invited you to come too. Okoye was just as confused as you so you gathered this wasn't planned but went as Shuri had asked you to. You could tell Nakia and Shuri had something to tell you from the second you saw them. You could read Shuri like a book and she had her secret-keeping face on. It didn't take long though, the second you entered Nakia's house you spotted a child. You didn't take much notice of him, you knew Nakia owned a school so figured he was from that but the way Shuri and Nakia kept looking at him told you he was something more. Nakia called him over and Shuri smiled "Y/n...this is my nephew Toussaint. Toussaint this is my girlfriend y/n". You paused and looked from Shuri to Nakia "nephew? As in...". Shuri nodded "now we know why Nakia was absent while we were saving the world". You chuckled and then smiled at the small child "it's nice to meet you Toussaint". "You too" he smiled back and you looked at Shuri "he's got his smile". She nodded "I know" and her eyes filled with tears. You grabbed her hand and she clung to you tightly. You had a lovely afternoon with Nakia, Toussaint and Shuri but there was one question on your mind though. When you were alone in your room you turned to Shuri. "I have to ask...did you only get back together with me because you knew about Nakia and Toussaint?". Shuri shook her head "I promise I didn't. After I lost my mother something just broke and I needed you. I realised there was no point putting the throne first, I couldn't rule if I wasn't functioning and I needed you for that so if the throne wanted me it would have to accept all of me including you. I figured I could adopt or appoint an heir or who knows maybe even invent a way for us to...if you wanted kids of course" she said blushing "but the point is I want you y/n. It's not that Nakia solved my problem or it was convenient. I'm nothing without you". You blushed feeling the exact same way you did when you channelled a huge storm but this was all Shuri. You took her hand still looking down "I'm nothing without you either...so never break up with me again!" you said sternly. Shuri blushed but nodded "I promise" and kissed you.

________

So I saw Black Panther 2 last week and of course came home and started writing for it but the one thing that bugged me about the plot is how they never built a device to zap all of Namor’s people and just stun them. Surely that’d be your first move when fighting people from the ocean? But they didn’t do that so I created a mutant who could instead. 

#shuri #black panther #black panther 2 #tchalla #nakia #okoye #namor #riri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther shuri #black panther okoye #black panther nakia #black panther namor #black panther mbaku #mbaku #wakanda #black panther imagine #black panther fic #shuri imagine #shuri fic #shuri x reader

[indigosabyss]

idea for a pride month fic: Kamala, Nakia, Bruno, and Zoe going to pride together. They're all queer (for max hilarity I kinda want them all to be bi). But none of them are out to each other. Each of them thinks they're the only closeted queer one. In a group of allies. It's pandemonium.

#no ships btw. its community feels #bc my aro ass can only juggle one thing at a time #kamala khan #ms marvel #bruno carrelli #nakia bahadir #zoe zimmer #lgbtq #queer #bisexual #pride fic

[bestfriend491]

Girl just a check up how you doing? 'Cause honey I keep going through your menu and always order and check if you got anything new but girl take your time, a chef gotta take time to serve CVNT

Me going through your masterlist:

Aw, that's so sweet 🥹

It's always a pleasure to feed my babies.

I'm doing good. I took a week break from writing, mostly because Introspection Part 2 wiped me out, but also because I had to become an academic weapon again. 🤭

I'm cooking up a lot in my kitchen right now, tbh. But I'm gonna hold my works hostage for a while.

But...

Before some of you come for me, it's all within good reason.

I have the most epic and special end of June and Early July releases coming and it's all in a very specific schedule.

All of it is going to take up some time to write, but I'm also not going to be on here in early June because my Mid-year exams are calling, and I have to be focused.

So, I'm going to wait to post the works I had planned for this week and next week and schedule them for the beginning of June while I'm gone.

It's gonna be like a sweet gift to you all. There’s some for Ramonda, Nakia , Aneka x Ayo, and especially Okoye. 🤭

#okoye x reader #queen ramonda x reader #talk to bestfriend491 #black panther #future fics #wakanda forever #nakia fanfiction #aneka x ayo

[the-widow-sisters]

I've been meaning to send one!

How about 'I've got a surprise for you' with Nakia & Kamala? 😁

A/N: Whoo!!! The first oneshot I've written with just the two of these characters in it 😂💞 Thank you so, so much for the request! This was a blast to write! 🥰

I hope all of y'all enjoy! I'm doing my best to catch up with requests! Btw, it'd be super cool if y'all might want to send in some more stuff for Monica and Carol or Carol and Maria from the list but no pressure 💞💞💞

Word Count: 1.3k+

   “Oh, boy,” Kamala muttered under her breath, nervousness buzzing within her as she gaped at the vehicle before her.

   “Yep,” Nakia nodded resolutely, looking over at her with a fond smile.

   Kamala let out a deep breath.

   Nakia had told her that she wanted her to come and do something with her, but she had not specified what precisely she had wanted Kamala for. Kamala had been completely up for anything with her best friend, of course, but now that she saw that it was to get in some driving practice with Nakia, she was definitely not ready.

   Fortunately, this was not the first time that Kamala had driven this car. After all, Kamran had let her drive it.

   However, now that Nakia had somehow laid claim to it, the stakes were higher. She did not want to disappoint Nakia, and plus, she had never driven with Nakia in the car, so it made it more nerve-wracking in some ways. She wanted to make Nakia proud.

   “You don’t seriously think I can drive this safely, do you? Because, I mean… In that case, my dude, do I have a surprise for you,” Kamala chuckled nervously, and Nakia shook her head, grinning as she tilted her head in the direction of the vehicle.

   “You’ve got this. Hop in,” Nakia told her, and Kamala hesitantly moved to open the door and get into the driver’s seat. Nakia headed over to the passenger seat, sitting down.

    As soon as they were both in, Kamala looked at her anxiously, wincing a little despite the fact that she had not even started driving yet.

   “You know that almost every time I’ve driven, I go in reverse first, right?” Kamala checked with her, and Nakia huffed.

   “Look, you’re fine, okay? Just let me help you. Crank her up,” Nakia directed, and Kamala started to buckle up, looking at Nakia curiously.

   “Her?” Kamala could not help but question, and Nakia shrugged.

   “Oh, yeah. Her name is Lola,” Nakia pointed out, nodding as she grinned from ear to ear. Kamala could not help a smile herself, enjoying the name that Nakia had come up with this time.

   “That’s lit,” Kamala replied, starting the vehicle as it rumbled to life. Nakia smiled at the sound of it.

   “Listen to her purr,” Nakia patted the dash, and Kamala allowed her smile to grow despite her trepidation, moving her head in agreeance as she somewhat overexaggerated the movement to try to get a laugh out of her best friend.

   “Oh, yeah,” Kamala trailed off, listening to the sound of the car. Nakia nodded resolutely.

   “Now put her in drive,” Nakia told her, and Kamala stopped just before putting her hand on the gear change.

   “Okay… Umm… This is the part where I usually go flying backwards into another car,” Kamala acknowledged, and Nakia just looked at her fondly, reaching out her hand to lay it over Kamala’s as she guided it down to the gear shifter.

   “We’ve got this. Just push your brake,” Nakia cued, and Kamala complied. However, her nervousness about messing up caused her to slam the gas while it was in park, the engine revving.

   Kamala let off of it quickly, casting Nakia an apologetic look as she gritted her teeth a little.

   “Sorry…”

   “No, don’t worry about it,” Nakia remained patient despite the fact that there was a slight hint of nervousness in her gaze as she glanced at the floorboard. Kamala moved her foot to the brake instead, and Nakia kept her hand on Kamala’s as she guided it.

   “Alright, now, push in the button and move the whole thing back while holding it down,” Nakia pushed the thing back with Kamala’s hand, and Kamala sucked in a breath, readying herself in case by some evil trick the car would still go in reverse despite her best efforts to the contrary.

   Nakia guided her into drive, and Kamala let out the breath that she had not realized she had been holding.

   “Now, just hit the gas carefully and go.”

   “Okay,” Kamala breathed, complying as she moved the car forward. She headed out as she drove down the road.

   They went along carefully for a little while, Kamala growing more comfortable as Nakia offered positive reassurances as they went. Kamala soon started to relax a little, and the driving was not so much of a stressful event anymore.

   “Y’know, I think you’re ready for some music,” Nakia told her, and Kamala gaped at her with wide eyes, glancing quickly between the road and Nakia as she was pulled out of her focus.

   “Wait, you think I’m ready for that?” Kamala almost squeaked and Nakia nodded.

   “Yeah!”

   “I don’t know… I’m not sure I should be listening to anything while driving. They say it makes you have a tendency to drive faster,” Kamala tried to reason despite the undeniable urge to take Nakia up on her offer.

   “Would Sia change your mind?” Nakia asked, waving her phone with the playlist pulled up on it.

   As soon as Nakia said that, all of Kamala’s reasoning was out the window.

   “Squishy… Why didn’t you lead with that?” Kamala asked, and Nakia playfully narrowed her eyes as she tapped a few buttons on her phone, connecting her playlist with the car as it synced up.

   Sia’s “Unstoppable” came on, and they were cruising along, listening to it as they sang along.

   However, Kamala did soon find herself driving a little faster than she should. And as they sang and enjoyed the music and the drive, she quickly realized that the music was perhaps not the best idea.

   As she made a turn around a curve, she suddenly realized that there was someone jaywalking out in the road. Kamala audibly gasped, and Nakia’s eyes went wide as Kamala slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.

   The person gaped at them in shock as he hurried across the road, shooting them a rather crude hand signal.

   Instantly, Nakia’s eyes narrowed, and Kamala looked at her apologetically.

   “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to do that. He was just there, and…”

   Kamala trailed off as she realized that Nakia had stopped the music and was rolling down her window. As soon as it was down, Nakia leaned out of it, pointing at him.

   “Get out of the road! What is wrong with you?!!! You have the audacity to flip us off when you were the one that was jaywalking!!!” Nakia yelled. The man tried to yell something back at her from where he was standing on the sidewalk.

   Kamala had started slowly moving the car forward to leave, hoping that Nakia’s anger would quell a little as they put some distance between them and the guy.

   “No, no, you have some kind of a death wish or something?! Jumping out into the middle of the road is asking for it when you’ve got a crazyperson behind the wheel!!!” Nakia cried, yelling as she moved her hand animatedly out the window to go with her screeching.

   Kamala quickly turned her head to look at her.

   “Did you just call me a crazyperson?!” Kamala almost squeaked, shock filling her, and Nakia shook her head.

   “Look, it’s not a bad thing. When people learn your car in the city and start knowing it as the nutjob’s car, it teaches them to steer clear like they should anyway,” Nakia assured her, moving her hand dismissively as she reassured her.

   Kamala raised her eyebrows, honestly shocked at the fact that Nakia had such road rage. However, it was not entirely surprising if she thought it through because Nakia could be a little fiery at times.

   Kamala drove off carefully, leaving the man behind them, and Nakia rolled up the window, seeming more at peace at that point.

   There was dead silence for a little while.

   Finally, Kamala looked over at Nakia carefully once more. Nakia looked back at her, realizing she was watching her.

   “What?” Nakia questioned.

   “I think I should start calling you spiky,” Kamala mumbled, staring straight ahead at the road as she made her comment about changing Nakia’s nickname.

   There were a few beats of quiet before Nakia groaned heavily. Kamala instantly huffed, a grin coming onto her face.

   “Ugh…”

#nakia bahadir #kamala khan #ms. marvel #marvel #the marvels #captain marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #bsf #best friend #friendship #platonic #road rage

[enaspaces]

(WIP) lol yeah this is the *checks notes* shuriri fic

lmao but fr as ship-focused as this is it’s just as much of a character study. i’m going IN on the psychoanalysis rn 😭 the amount of fun that i’m having.

I had to have shuri and nakia properly reconcile and talk about tchalla, like their dynamic is so important to me. shuri gathering the courage to tell nakia who she saw in the ancestral plane, feeling squeamish and weird whenever she hears his name bc she’s been hiding it. good shit 👌🏾

#hyperanalyzing characters is my favorite sport #I could do it all day #ven’s rambles #fic writing #shuri #nakia

[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 2: Introductions and Discoveries

T'Challa brought the curious girl within the palace, leading up to the throne room where his mother awaited.

He stood, greeting her royally before standing straight. "My son.", Queen Mother greeted with a kind smile.

T'Challa returned it. "I have someone I want you to meet.", he says. The older woman raised an eyebrow. Usually, he was up to his light, little schemes he and his sister occasionally played on their mother, but he seemed… happy. Happier than usual, actually.

T'Challa looked over his shoulder, watching as the small girl behind him peeked around him at the older woman before him. Queen Mother's head tilted in curiosity.

The young girl's features caught her eyes, however. Her shy smile gave way of her dimples that she knew so well. Though she questioned it, her mother's intuition was never wrong.

A softened smile played on her lips as she looked at her son. "She's grown so big. Why am I just meeting her?", she asked.

It was like T'Challa to hide something so big from her. "Actually, you'd have to ask Nakia. I had just found out today as well.", the prince admitted.

The older woman's eyes laid on the shy girl once more, watching as she looked around timidly. She reminded her of her when she was her age. The throne room was definitely intimidating, very big and very important. She was sure the girl felt out of place.

Queen Mother sucked her teeth in slight disapproval of her favorite spy's behavior of keeping this secret for so long. "I'll have a talk with her soon. For now, I want to know about my grandchild.", she says, smiling at T'Kia.

T'Kia gave her a smile, stepping around her father and stepping up to her grandmother.

T'Challa smiled proudly, and left them alone. He went down to his sister's lab, informing her of their mother's delight.

He was still nerved about having a daughter– no, a child at all. He wasn't prepared, but he did not regret meeting her in the slightest; no matter how late.

"You haven't stopped smiling yet.", he hears Shuri say. "Your niece is to thank for that. Mother is talking to her at this moment.", he responds, making his sister's eyes widen.

"Already? How'd that go?", Shuri asked. He could only shrug. His mother loved the girl the moment her eyes landed on her and he could just tell.

"It's wonderful that she knows.", T'Challa says. Though, as he looked at her projects. She was in the middle of making another suit for the Dora Milaje, except… this suit was a little smaller.

"You're already preparing her??", he asked. Shuri nods. "She's been training since the age of 10. It was her choice."

T'Challa frowned. Her choice? She wants to fight? He supposed she already had her mother's fighting spirit, but this early? It wasn't apparent to him. She was so shy compared to the women's behavior.

"She'll be fine.", Shuri says. "You were fine when you first started to train. You still need practice but, y'know.", Shuri laughs.

T'Challa frowns then smiles. "I still need practice?", he asked.

"You get distracted sometimes. It's about time you stop that.", she says, putting things away.

T'Challa scoffs. "I don't."

"You do too. And you know it.", she says, smiling back.

The older brother rolled his eyes and the siblings stopped as they heard their mother arriving.

Shuri grinned as she saw her mother and niece's smiling faces. T'Kia looked less shy now, which relieved Shuri greatly.

"Mother, you never come down here.", Shuri greeted and hugged her mother.

"Can't I come see my own daughter?", Queen mother asks.

T'Challa chuckled and looked at his daughter. "Ingaba uye wayonwabela?"

T'Kia nods, smiling at him. "I heard that she wants to fight with the Dora Milaje.", Queen Mother says, making the girl look at the woman in disbelief.

"Umkhulu!", she exclaims. "Shuri already prepared a suit for her.", T'Challa confessed.

T'kia eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked over the suit. Her very own suit.

T'Challa walks up to her. "In due time, you'll be queen." T'Kia frowns. "I don't think I'm up for that, Baba.", she says.

T'Challa's eyebrow raises. "And why not?"

"I want to stay a Princess. I don't think I could be Queen.", she says.

Queen Mother smiles. "It is a lot of work. But it is worth it to see your people smile and be safe."

"And plus, I can't be Queen. Your father already had to be king.", Shuri says, with an emphasis of wide eyes.

Shuri moves around her brother and places her hands on her niece's shoulders. "You're going to find a boy to love soon and–"

T'Challa stops her. "Wait, wait, wait. Do not tell her that.", he says, frowning deeply.

Shuri rolls her eyes. "Okay, not too soon, but as you get older.", she explains.

"Better.", T'Challa adds.

Queen Mother shakes her head and chuckles.

"Do I have to?", T'Kia asks, much to her father's appreciation.

"That's exactly the mindset I want you to have, Princess.", T'Challa says, smiling. "Not at the moment, but when you're ready."

T'Kia smiles in relief. She's seen the boys in the village, up to the middle of the city, to the palace. Not one has caught her eye yet.

She turns back to the suit in her arms before turning to her father. "Can I try it on?", she asks.

He sighs and nods. It couldn't hurt.

The girl smiles and goes to try it on. She admired the strength of the Dora Milaje. Their strong statures, their useful agility and quickness. It was amazing to watch at first, but to be trained by them, especially Okoye, she was excited.

As she walked back to the lab, the adults' eyes peered at her with surprise. Shuri squealed, rushing to hug her niece, "It fits! Thank goodness."

T'Kia smiles and hugs her back. "Thank you for this.", she says.

Shuri pinched her cheeks, grinning. "Now, you're ready."

Queen Mother walked up to her granddaughter, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You wear this with pride. Pride, honor, and responsibility."

T'Kia stood straight and nodded. "Yes, my Queen.", she says.

T'Challa smiled proudly. For now, he had nothing to worry about.

The adults left the girl to explore after changing out of her uniform. She was introduced to her room that was next to her father's room.

"T'Kia!", the girl heard a familiar voice in the hall and left her room to see her mother.

"Mother!", she ran to hug her as Nakia hugged her back.

"Where's your father and what are you up to….?", she asks.

"I think he's still in Aunt Shuri's lab. I got my first suit for the Dora Milaje!", T'Kia says with pride.

Nakia smiled. "I'm happy for you. And so proud. You've become so strong, it's amazing."

T'Kia grins. "I have you to thank for that.", she says and gives her mother a tight hug. Nakia returns the hug and sighs. The girl has come a long way.

Though, she wasn't there for most of it. She was always on missions, so she was sure she missed a lot. It displeased her, but it was a relief to see her daughter so happy to be a warrior. Much more of a relief to know her royal family loved and quickly accepted her.

"Okay, I'll go talk to him. You be careful and behave.", she said and went about her way.

T'Kia looks at her father's room and walked inside, looking around. She came across a desk, cluttered with weird articles of paper on his desk.

'King T'Chaka Dead At The Scene Leaving Prince T'Challa and all of Wakanda In Shock'

T'Kia frowns. She didn't see articles like that here…

Everyone knew. It was a horrible thing to know, but it wasn't just broadcasted like a critical weather report.

It was… disrespectful to see it as some measly, random citizen that had died. It was more than that. It was more to T'Kia. She had never met the man and she wished she had sooner.

She couldn't imagine how heartbroken her grandmother was, much less her father who had to watch.

As she finished looking over the articles, she quickly left, frowning in sadness.

"Your Highness, what were you doing in there….?", she hears Okoye and freezes in her spot as she had just been caught.

T'Kia frowns at the warrior, not saying a word. "What's the matter??", Okoye asked.

"I just don't understand. How could they just broadcast my grandfather's death as if it was something to just get over?", T'Kia whispered.

Okoye frowned. Everyone in Wakanda knew that death wasn't the end, which was understandable as to why the princess was confused with the simplicity of America's tradition to just move on.

"I didn't even get to know him. It's not fair…", T'Kia muttered in sadness.

Shuri walks up to them as if on cue. "What's going on?", she asks.

"She's upset over King T'Chaka's death.", Okoye whispers to the older princess.

"Ohh." Shuri looks down at her niece. "Saw something you didn't like, didn't you….?", she asked and T'Kia nodded.

Okoye sighed. "Even though you never knew the King, he didn't know about you and didn't even have time to come home. He…didn't have the chance to. I'm sure he would've loved to meet you", she explained.

"Your father was busy as well. A lot has happened, so it may not have been too much of a disappointment to you until now.", Shuri says.

"So, does that mean that America is dangerous?", T'Kia asked. Shuri and Okoye looked at each other before looking back at the young princess. "Not entirely. At least, from what my brother has told me.", Shuri says.

She walks up to T'Kia. "But Americans are selfish at times which is why our weapons, our technology, everything we own including the nation is to be hidden under any circumstances. Do you understand?"

T'Kia nodded firmly and the two walked into her room. T'Kia laid down on her bed. She had to think this through. She wanted to know more.

"Curtains open or closed…?", Shuri asked.

"Closed, please.", T'Kia said.

Shuri activated her curtains to close and to reveal purple and white tiny stars around the girl's room, creating a galaxy atmosphere.

"Next time you want to go snooping, bring me with you.", she says and leaves with Okoye.

"I wish to be like Baba….strong, dependable, reliable….I'm not any of those things…", T'Kia whispered to herself before falling asleep with a small tear escaping her eye.

Hours later, she wakes up to see her father sleep in a chair and her curtains pulled back making her room engulfed in orange sunlight.

"Baba…", she softly called.

T'Challa woke up and looked at her with a small smile.

"You're awake.", he said and sat up.

"And in trouble, right?", T'Kia asked.

He sighed and closed his eyes. "You're not exactly in trouble…", he said. "Just a scolding…and an explanation.", he says.

She frowned slightly.

"So, no more snooping in my room. As you saw, you found something you did not like.", he said and T'Kia nodded.

"As for your grandfather…. I've stuck with him for a while. Just mere hours ago, I was informed that you existed. I didn't know your mother had you. She ran away with Shuri helping her with you, so I was busy with your grandfather.", he explained.

"So, you went outside of Wakanda and he died.", T'Kia says.

"He was killed. Purposely.", he says. "Someone had the intent of killing him. I didn't see who it was but I think I know who it was.", he says with a deadly expression.

T'Kia frowned in thought. "Baba… Will you take me outside of Wakanda…?", she asked.

His eyebrows rose. "To America, you mean?"

His daughter nodded.

He frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

"Alright.", he said suddenly. They weren't going there to fight, no matter how "ready" she was. Just a quick visit. Nothing more. "I'll take you. Only because I know you will find some way of going anyways.", he says, smiling.

T'Kia hugged him and laughed. "Thank you."

T'Kia frowned mentally. The man who killed her grandfather and almost destroyed her family has only waged war.

#black panther #black panther OC #black panther fanfiction #shuri black panther #nakia black panther #mcu black panther #black panther movie #black readers #black representation #black stories #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #black characters #tchalla #queen ramonda #wakandans #wakanda forever