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Introspection | Part 2 of 2

A Former Red Room Assassin Story

Nakia x Female Reader

Summary: Now that you're free, Nakia helps you do some introspection while doing some of her own. You start to heal and your feelings become clear.

Author's Note: I've split this into 3 sections so we can digest it better. 🫣 I highly suggest rereading Introspection Part 1 so your memory is fresh when you read this. I really hope that you enjoy this one. 🥹

Word Count : 12.5 k (this was supposed to be the shorter one 😭)

Tags: @izrinmabel1, @ashleyrosetto , @mybonafidefeelings, @phantomnmsblog, @iinkonde, @como731, @hi-to-all,

Healing, Comfort, Hurt, Angst. Soft

Warnings: Mentions of past violence, trauma processing, mature sometimes

INTROSPECTION- the examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes.

Section 1: I'm home and everything is worse now

{ BREAKING NEWS: A previously alleged dead Wakandan woman was spotted being brought back into Wakanda over 20 years after her ‘proclaimed death’: King briefs the nation. }

Your hands tightly gripped the edges of the soft bed that you sat on as you looked up at the TV screen. It was the only form of entertainment that you had in the room that you’d been staying in for the past 2 days.

Ironically your news story was the one thing playing when you’d woken up from sleeping.

You watched a reporter sitting at a table with T’Challa for a briefing on the ‘breaking news’ that had swept the nation by storm only hours before.

It was more for damage control: T’Challa had told you. Just a short interview to keep the journalists waiting for information on the situation away from the palace. Away from you.

You were assured that details on your past weren't going to be mentioned in it. Or at least, not for the night.

“King T’Challa. Earlier today information leaked about you and the Wardog Nakia returning home from Italy, with a Wakandan woman that was declared deceased over 2 decades ago. Are these allegations true, and if so, what can you tell us about this story? " The presenter opened the floor for T’Challa, the King, to speak.

“I can’t give you too much information regarding details on this case, “ he emphasised, “But I can confirm that some parts of the reports are true.”

“Which parts?”

“We did go to Italy to investigate a possible missing person's case.”

“And what did you find?”

“We found a woman - a friend - that we thought we lost many years ago. She has grown up and is very much not dead.”

“Was it Y/n L/n?” your breathing hitched at the mention of your name.

“I’m not going to confirm that it is. That would compromise the confidentiality of the people in the case.” T’Challa tried to clarify.

“With all due respect, my King. There aren't many other ‘friends’ that you have who died around that time. Are there?”

‘Here it goes’ you thought.

They knew already. Of course they did. Why wouldn't they?

You hadn’t been promised that your identity would remain anonymous.

And if they knew that, then it was only a matter of time before they found out everything. Who you worked for. What you’d spent your time doing over the last 23 years. Who you’d killed.

Suddenly you could feel your heart palpitating. Your lungs weren’t getting enough oxygen and your chest was tight.

The world in your head was catching fire, then slowly turning black.

You felt yourself beginning to get light headed, struggling to stay up.

You let out a call for help. A whimper, really. One that would never reach anywhere past a few metres away from you.

You were sure that this was the end. It would surely be a good representation of your life in general. Not really the climactic happy ending that you were hoping for.

You heard the faintest of voices outside.

“Help.” was the last thing you said before passing out, into someone’s arms.

“Y/n!” Nakia held your limp body as you nearly collapsed onto the floor. Shuri was quickly right beside her as her heart raced getting you onto the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Nakia turned to the young scientist.

She didn’t respond, rather getting to work on actually figuring out what it was.

“How is it even possible that a 12 year old could be declared dead and then found alive and well 23 years later, My King?” The noise from the TV rang through the room, sending a sharp halt through Nakia’s brain.

She’d left it on before leaving.

“Bast damn me.” she breathed out, turning it off and returning to you.

Shuri was hard at work, trying to get you to regain consciousness while checking you for any possible medical emergencies.

“I thought it might've just been an anxiety attack that put pressure on her heart,” she started, “but, something’s wrong. Can you call someone to help us take her to the lab? I have to do further testing.”

They got two Dora Milaje to help carefully get you to Shuri’s lab. Nakia hovered over you, making it clear to them that if they dropped you there would be consequences.

“As I was saying before. Something's not right here. Her heart rate is far too high. It's having an abnormally hard time trying to pump blood.

“Is she having a heart attack?!”

“No.” Shuri rolled her eyes at the question. “It’s something more minor than that. I’m just testing for any conditions. Why do you have to jump to such wild conclusions.”

“Shuri, I don't have time for jokes right now. You said her heart is struggling to pump blood. Why wouldn't I assume it might be a heart attack.”

“Maybe because I didn’t ’t say she was having a heart att-”

“-Nakia! There’s a situation at the front of the palace.” the General, Okoye, walked into the lab.

“What kind of situation?”

“A journalist situation. They’re saying that they won’t leave until they get to see the ‘reincarnated woman’.” she spoke like the senseless words physically pained her.

Nakia scrunched up her face in confusion and annoyance. “What reincarnated woman?”

Okoye shrugged, “Some news publications claimed that the woman who was found in Italy is actually a reincarnation of the girl who died. Not the actual person.”

Nakia scoffed, “A reincarnation that’s the exact same age as she would have been?” Okoye shrugged.

Letting out a groan, Nakia left the room to go deal with the situation. Okoye followed quickly after giving your still unconscious body a once-over.

You felt yourself begin to wake up again, moving your arm to shield your eyes from the bright light that blinded you.

“Sorry.” came a soft voice as the light disappeared. You waited for your eyes to adjust to being open before you saw that it was T’Challa’s sister.

“Shuri.” you reminded yourself.

“Mhm?”

You shook your head, “I didn’t mean to say that outloud.” She smiled at you, letting you sit up.

“Where’s Kia?”

"She had to go handle some press outside."

"Press?" You questioned.

"Some journalists took some out of context information and made a story about you being a reincarnation of the girl who died."

You stared at her, eyes wide. Then a sort of smile crept onto your face. You watched her examine a holographic image of your heart.

You said, "That's a shame. They missed the perfect opportunity to say that I resurrected. Now that would have been perfect. Maybe I should tell them that when I see them."

She stopped, looked at you and stared for a moment. After seeing your smile, she couldn't help but let out a laugh. She tried to cover her mouth, not wanting to laugh too hard at your weird sense of humour.

"I'm so sorry. What they're doing isn't right." She cackled out.

You added on, "I really thought it'd be worse. I've come to learn that logic and journalism in this world don't always go well together. Why not just add more to make the story better? Missed opportunities."

That made you chuckle to yourself. Reincarnated. You could only wish. That would be better than the truth.

Distracting yourself from the thought, you paid more attention to the hologram in her hand.

"Is that mine?"

She nodded.

You didn’t know what was specifically wrong with the image, but seeing her expression, you came to your own conclusion. That wasn’t how a normal heart was supposed to look.

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “Do you mind me if I ask you about what you usually ate?”

You were a bit thrown off by the use of past tense. Still getting used to knowing that whatever you consumed then was in the past now.

“Not much, really.”

“And drinking.”

You paused, hesitant. You just looked down, not elaborating any further.

She didn’t pry. Instead taking that information and moving on to scanning the next part that she thought was a possible cause.

She was in a state of flow in her lab. Just like the state of flow that she was in back in Italy. It was admirable really.

You sunk into yourself at the thought that you didn’t really have a state of flow. Your killings were coordinated, if that meant anything to anyone. Which you reckoned it didn’t.

You didn’t do much besides that so there wasn’t anything to grade yourself on.

Ballet was a coping mechanism, so it didn't feel like you could include that in your accomplishments.

Sleeping was something everyone did, so you couldn’t count that for anything. Even if you could, your sleep was no resting game. It was usually worse than being awake. It was the reason that you… did things that weren’t fully approved by him.

“That’s everything I need.” Shuri’s voice came again.

“You’re doing better than expected, but I need more time to figure out a few more things about your heart’s condition. I’ll come and tell you if I find anything later on today.”

“So you are the smart sibling?”

“I wouldn’t say that, but if you could repeat that to my brother the next time you see him, that would be great.”

You laughed, getting up from the chair.

“I’ll ask Aneka to take you back to your room.”

“Thanks.”

She left the lab for a minute, and when she came back she was with a Dora Milaje. Aneka, you assumed.

“Wait,” you stopped before leaving ,”How long am I allowed to stay here?”

“As long as you need to. This is your new home until you feel ready to go. But you can't leave for at least 3 months. I need to keep track of your heart.”

Nodding, you left with the Adored One.

Shuri smiled as you left the room, but as soon as you were gone, her face turned worried. She examined your heart's results again, not liking what she saw.

Footsteps came through the door, and she looked up to see Nakia.

“I finally got rid of them- wait, where's Y/n?” she asked.

“I asked Aneka to escort her back to her room and stay there until you were back.”

“Did you figure out what was wrong?”

Shuri didn’t say a word, her face answering for her.

Nakia visibly deflated, “How bad is it?”

“It’s not good.”

On your way to your room, everything was moving quickly. A lot faster than you remembered.

Aside from Aneka, every Dora Milaje was doing something in a hurry. Speed walking to cover up windows. Running to get outside.

The news had definitely spread around. And you couldn’t feel more guilty about the mess you had caused. Maybe it was better when you were at your apartment in Italy. At least then you were only disturbing a few people’s peace. At least then you only lived life wondering if anyone cared about you.

Now that you knew that they did, it was overwhelming. Now you were beginning to mean something. Meaning something meant that you had to be something. All that you knew that you were was a murderer. Who would love that?

“Do you want it on?” Aneka’s voice came through to your ears as you came back to reality. You turned to see her pointing to the TV.

“No.”

She nodded, sitting down on a chair while you sat down on your bed.

The two of you let the silence take over the room for a while, Aneka not being sure what she could say or ask, and you not knowing what to do to make her feel more comfortable.

“ I'm sorry you got stuck babysitting me.”

She smiled, “I don’t think that that is what this is.”

“You’re right. I’m a bit too old to use that word, aren’t I? I’m sorry you got stuck taking care of the person who’s caused a stir in your home.”

“It’s your home too.”

“Is it?” you asked. You'd been repeating that same question every few minutes since you’d been back.

Was this really a Kingdom that you belonged to? Was it really your home? You didn’t have much proof of it.

The ones that created you preferred running away without you over taking you and the one that raised you sold you. With that just being the surface of your suffering, you couldn’t help but question; did you ever really have a home?

You only realised that you'd been speaking out loud when Aneka responded.

“I think that you can make a home from anything that means something to you.”

You laid flat on your back and sighed, “What means something to you?”

“I have a person,” she smiled and looked up, clearly imagining them. “My person.”

You smiled at her, happy to see that someone had that. You watched her gaze up for what felt like centuries. When she came back down, she apologised, “Sorry.” but you could see that there was not one ashamed bone in her body. You liked that.

“Tell me more about this person.”

So she went on. Telling you about Ayo, another Dora Milaje. The one she had met and immediately fell in love with. She lit up as she talked about their entire relationship. The ups made her swoon, and the downs made her tear up.

Hearing her talk about where they were at that point made you happy. But you were interrupted just as she was talking about where she lived. Her beads lit up slightly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, becoming tense again.

She sensed the panic in you, going in to touch your hand to reassure you. “Nothing’s wrong. Queen Mother Ramonda just wants to see you soon.”

“Oh.”

You let that information process for a moment. You had yet to see her since you returned. All you’d heard regarding her was the passing of King T’Chaka. You shed a few tears when you’d heard the news, but had been fairly okay dealing with the news for the last day.

“So, where do you 2 live now?” you reverted back.

“We live in a house in the river province now.”

You grew silent again. You didn’t want to ask for a more specific area, fearing that your former residence would come into conversation.

Some things were far out of reach when it came to your memory of your earlier life, but your house remained in your dreams for years after you were taken.

A thudding noise came to the door and you lifted yourself up. Aneka stood to see who it was.

Nakia entered as soon as the door creaked even slightly ajar.

“Y/n. You’re okay.” she let out multiple relieved sighs, engulfing you in a tight hug.

“I am.” You said, “And I also can’t breathe Kia.”

“Oh! Sorry.” she let go of you.

When she saw Aneka, she crossed her arms in respect, but it was clear that she was ready to dismiss her.

Aneka, knowing that she wasn’t fully needed anymore, tried to explain; “Ramonda plans to-”

“I know. I’ll let her in when she arrives.” Then she moved to her, giving her a hug. “Thank you.”

Aneka accepted, letting go of Nakia to get to you. There you hugged her. “Thanks for the glimpse of what life could be for me one day.” you whispered.

“You’ll get there sooner than you know. I’ll check on you later. Or maybe you can come to training when you’re cleared to and we’ll see each other then.” she returned.

You nodded, letting go of her and watching her go.

When the door closed, you let yourself back down onto the bed, feeling tired. Nakia sat next to you, her eyes doing the same thing that they had been doing since you’d reunited. Inspecting you for problems. Trying to see what was going on in your head.

“She’s one of our best Doras.”

“I could tell.” you looked at her.

Then you smiled at a memory, “I see you stood strong on not wanting to become one of them.”

She let out a soft laugh. That was the first reference you’d ever made to remembering something.

It meant that you weren’t fully gone. There was still a part of you that remembered who you were before- everything.

“I did. I chose the Wardog path in the end.” you hummed in understanding.

“I-” she paused, wanting to tell you that it was really because of your disappearance. She stopped herself though, seeing that you were having an okay day besides the heart thing.

There was no reason to try and bring up the bad stuff so soon after your return.

It was better to just let you rest.

Especially because of: the heart thing.

That, she couldn’t avoid. It was something she had been reeling for answers for since Shuri told her. It was the reason she was so eager to get you alone in the room in the first place.

“Y/n,” she began.

“Yes?”

“I have a question to ask you.”

You looked at her more intentionally, sitting up. You had a hunch that she knew what was going on.

“Go ahead.”

“When did it start?” she asked.

You didn’t need further explanation. You bowed your head down in momentary shame.

There was a lot that hung in that question. Answering would lead to more questions about it. Like how it started, or how you were able to keep it secret.

It would also bring up the origin of the story. The woman who raised you.

“It started a long time ago.” you went with that, though it didn’t satisfy you, and it definitely didn’t satisfy Nakia.

She tried a different approach. “When was the last time that you-”

“-Last week.” you cut her off, then immediately feeling guilt for it.

You sighed, letting the nerves move more equally around your body instead of accumulating around your heart.

“I didn’t drink when it got closer to the day of my missions.”

Nakia’s eyes raised in shock. “Were you gonna do something-.” she stopped herself. “Was he gonna make you do something in a few days?”

“Today, actually.” you answered.

Nakia was breathless. Speechless. Motionless.

She wanted to hug you tightly enough to protect you from all possible harm, but you weren’t reacting to what you were saying so she didn’t want to be the one who triggered you.

“‘Why are you bringing this up?” you went on to ask.

“Y/n. Shuri says you have Alcohol-induced Cardiomyopathy. It’s putting strain on your heart.”

It was your turn to be breathless. Speechless. Motionless.

“Y/n? Y/n!?” Nakia asked.

You were unresponsive.

4 days later..

A cold breeze came through your clothes making you shiver as you stood outside in the palace.

It was late in the night. Probably just past 2 am if you were to guess. You’d been out there for 3 hours, trying to catch a break. The 4 days that followed your 2 health scares were filled with check-ups, invasive questions and Nakia guarding you like a hawk.

When you’d found her asleep for the first time since that first day that you were back, you took the opportunity to get some fresh air.

You could have gone with her, but you really wanted her to get some rest for a few hours.

If you were being honest, you wanted to be left alone for just a short while too.

Luckily, the reporters didn’t camp out in front of the palace at night, leaving when evening came. So you were free to go out without fearing that your face would be captured and spread all over the country.

You hadn’t been fully keeping up with the news but you were sure that the media still had plenty of questions regarding the story.

When you were seated on a bench, you heard footsteps approaching. Assuming that it was Nakia, you confessed already, “I just needed a break from all of the chaos.”

Instead of her voice, you heard a different woman’s voice. It wasn’t hers but it was still very familiar. “It’s not usually this busy.”

Queen Ramonda.

Or rather Queen Mother Ramonda now. You weren’t sure how to approach this, But there she stood, watching you look at her, not answering her. You must have looked completely lost.

“Ma’Ramonda?” you decided to say reluctantly.

“Y/n. my child, come here.” she opened her arms for you.

You stood up, walking into her arms and letting yourself be held by someone other than Nakia for the first time since your return.

“I-” you started, but got choked up in the process, tears rapidly forming and falling not just on your face but onto her shoulder. Embarrassed, you tried to release yourself but she didn’t relent, continuing to hug you.

“I missed you.” you finally said when you were calmer. “I really, really missed you.”

You laid your head on her shoulder, hearing sniffling from her at your words.

Ramonda was in her own state of shock. She had lost you, grieved you and eventually came to be at peace with you being gone.

Seeing you in front of her so long after it happened was the scariest thing she’d ever experienced in her life. Knowing that you’d gone through so much. It was a lot to come to terms with.

“I thought you were gone. If I'd have known; trust me Y/n we would have been searching harder. We would have found you sooner.” she pleaded.

Letting her go, you looked at her, tears in both of your eyes. “I know you would have.” you cried. You knew that it was true. She would have probably parted the oceans looking for you if she had known, but as far as you knew; Nakia kept her search for you secret for as long as possible.

There was no way that she could have ever known.

The two of you sat down, still letting a few tears flow down.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t want to see me again.” you laughed out a bit.

“I tried to see you sooner, but people from all over the world have heard the story and want details. We had to make a plan on how to approach everything in a way that didn’t hurt you while still informing the countries involved.

I should have tried harder though. I already failed you once, the least I could have done was see you.”

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. I understand that you were busy. I was saying that as more of a joke.”

She seemed to be thinking about the older part of your conversation. “Not seeing you is one thing. Not confirming that you were indeed dead is another. I failed you with that one. There must have been clear signs at the time.”

You fell silent there. Your resentment for everyone’s lack of observance had faded long before. There should have never been a reason for everyone to look out for a child in case they were sold by their mother. You knew who the real one to blame was.

"I can't fully blame you. The mastermind behind it all must have put up quite a stellar performance at the 'funeral'. She could fool even the smartest people." Then you leaned your head on Ramonda’s shoulder.

"She fooled me for 12 years, anyway,” you sighed, “Made me think she loved me. Now I’m not sure if that’s even possible."

“Hey,” she took a hold of your chin, making you look up at her. “You are more than worthy of love. In every capacity of love that there could possibly be, you are worthy of it. I will never forgive myself for not being there for you and being a part of the people that make you feel like that.”

More tears left her eyes as you broke down in her arms. You did the same, crying as you thought back to what emotion it all led up to.

Over time you became more and more accustomed to this emotion. It made you feel just like you did when Shashi was dragging you to the helicopter. Fearful, and helpless.

You were scared.

For 23 years you thought that when you'd eventually get back it would all go back to normal. But it wouldn’t. It couldn’t.

You were home, and everything was worse now.

Section 2: When Trials Begin…

50 days into freedom

"I'll never forget!"

Shashi mouthed something to you, 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 seat you were forced into was cold, and worn out when you became conscious again.

It was no longer night, but rather early morning. You looked around and realised that you were tied onto the seat.

Then came the horrid smile from before. Dreykov.

He was looking at you while he flew. His smile pressed into you from where he was.

"You're up!" He chirped.

You stayed silent, fear surrounding you. You were stuck in an inescapable situation. Even if you were able to get out of the knots that he had put on you, you were far too high in the air to try and break through a window and jump out.

Even adrenaline couldn't help you survive.

There was only one thing you could do.

Keep your mouth shut so he didn't kill you.

When you got down on the ground, he untied you observing your reaction. You were tired. Too tired to try and execute an escape plan.

He still gripped your hand firmly as he walked you to a secluded building.

Your breathing quickened at the thought of what was in there. You were young but you were well aware of what people who bought and kidnapped little girls did to them.

"No." You let out, tears falling as you tried to get his grip to loosen. The fear was becoming more than just an emotion. It was a warning.

It told you that you didn't want to see what was in there.

He stopped and gripped onto you, taking you by the shoulders with both hands.

"There's nothing bad in there."

You stood there as he breathed his words into your face. Your heart beating was all that told you that you were alive.

"If you listen and do what you're told to, you will live a good life here. You'll become something special."

You relented, letting his strength overpower your will to live.

In many ways, it really was the day that you died.

You woke up with a start. Tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to compose yourself.

‘It was just a dream’ you thought to yourself.

“Just a dream.” you whispered. But as you said that, the walls came down. You let out sobs, your insides melting out of you, leaving only a shell of a person.

“No, no, no!” you let out the one thing you wish you had screamed that night.

“No, no, no!”

Again and again and again you imagined what would have happened had you not relented. It was your third bad dream that week. Flashbacks of the first days at the room haunting and taunting you as you tried to navigate your new found freedom.

You were no longer distracted by withdrawal symptoms and people checking up on you every few minutes to see if you were okay. So your mind had everything it needed to make the nightmares vivid. Like you were reliving them over and over.

Sweat attached you to your clothes and your clothes to your bed, making it virtually impossible to get out.

“NO!” you screamed out, feeling a touch to your arm.

“Y/n!?”

“Huh!?” you were suddenly conscious of Nakia standing up from her position on your room's chair to get to you. You sat up seeing her in that worried state.

She approached you, as you tried to wipe your face and act normal.

“I’m fine,” you sniffled, wiping your nose, “Sorry for waking you up.”

Nakia tilted her head at you, moving closer to you. “You had another one?”

She opened her arms to you, and you couldn't help but lean into it, not wrapping your arms around her. Just laying your head against her stomach. She held your head as you cried into her shirt.

She tried to calm you down, your body shaking uncontrollably in fear.

"I was back in there again."

"You're not there again, Y/n/n." She spoke softly to you. "I know that it feels like you're back there but you're not. You're here in this room with me."

Drawing circles on your back, she breathed with you.

In. 'You are safe.'

Out. 'You are safe.'

In. 'You are safe.'

Out. 'You are safe.'

"Thank you." You mumbled.

She planted a kiss on your head. "Who was it this time?"

"Just him. It was just after we left Wakanda." You spoke of Dreykov, letting go of Nakia as you stood up.

Nakia knew most of what happened that day. You, having told her some of the details a couple of weeks before.

"Again. I'm sorry for waking you up."

"You barely did anything. I'm not even tired." She lied. You could tell but didn't mention it.

"The reporters have been slower lately. Maybe you should go out for a breather." She suggested.

"Am I ready for that?"

"We can just go to the training grounds."

You smiled at seeing her look excited about something for once. You weren't completely oblivious to the fact that she had barely left your side since you’d been back.

She didn't tell you much about what life was like before she found you. It was a topic of discussion that she often danced around.

"We can go." You said.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the answer.

The sun hung over you as you walked outside of the palace walls.

It showed you everything you had missed when you went out in the dark. The place that you once knew well was completely different.

The building was the same structure, and you expected new technology to have changed the way things operated, but everything else was different in ways you couldn't describe all that well.

It was different in a way that showed that the place had moved on without you. It felt strange knowing that if you asked when a new feature came in most people wouldn't remember it not being there before.

You felt forgotten in a sense. Like there were only 2 people who would help you if you were drowning with a million other people there. But you also felt selfish for feeling forgotten.

You felt selfish for having a twinge of resentment towards the people who were there when it happened and didn't do anything.

Sure, they didn’t ask questions where it was clear that they should have, and didn’t listen to the people who were asking them. But you couldn’t say you were mad at every person who fell for the con.

You were just…

Disappointed.

You would be forever grateful that you were out of Dreykov’s control, but you were disappointed. After all, your struggle wasn’t instantly gone when he was gone. You still had to do the extra work to make sure that you didn’t go crazy.

Distracting yourself as often as possible to avoid thinking about everything that happened.

It was hard. Your memories of the red room were slowly coming back and it was scary.

You’d never had to remember much of what happened when Dreykov controlled your mind. All you did was the dirty work. He did the clean up.

Now you were being left to do the cleanup, and if you were being honest you weren't the best cleaner.

You felt a body rush up to you, a hand gliding into yours.

Nakia. The one person who never had a single doubt. You owed her the world for what she sacrificed to find you.

She could very well have permanently painted herself as a crazy woman looking for an impossible miracle to happen. But she never gave up on you.

You would never stop giving her your thanks. You couldn't even imagine the mental toll that that had and was still taking on her. Being told that you were crazy for that many years.

As she smiled softly at you, you wished you could give her a piece of the world big enough to make up for being the reason she lost more than half of her life.

If you thought about it too much, you’d start sobbing again, and that would only make her take you back inside.

She needed this breather far more than you did.

You walked around for a while, not really looking at where you were headed. Soon you were at the training grounds, Nakia following you along without question.

“Do you want to go in?” she asked.

“They’re probably busy.” you answered.

She tilted her head at you, something that you realised she did more often now.

“Okay.” you hesitated.

The two of you entered the main building that the Dora Milaje trained in. It was quiet. Mostly empty.

“Y/n!” you turned around at the call and saw Aneka standing at one side. You smiled, waving with your free hand.

Then you felt Nakia gently release her hand from yours. You looked at her, and she smiled at you.

“Go talk to her.”

“You make me sound like an anxious kid when you say it like that.” you scoffed playfully.

“Aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer, going instead to speak to Aneka.

Nakia went in the opposite direction, towards where Okoye usually was.

“Okoye.” she said when she reached her.

“Nakia!” Okoye greeted her with a hug. “You’re outside!” she laughed.

“You have jokes.”

Okoye couldn’t deny herself one good laugh, leading to Nakia reluctantly joining her for a chuckle or two.

The two went where they could sit.

“Where’s Y/n?” Okoye asked. She’d met you not long after your return. And though you aren't close like you and Aneka, you liked each other.

Okoye knew that you had to be close.

“With Aneka in the next room.”

“It was a bad morning so I suggested she get some fresh air.”

Okoye observed Nakia’s body language. “Are you sure you’re not the one who needed fresh air?”

“What?”

“When was the last time you slept a full night?”

“I don’t know. A few days ago. A few weeks, maybe.”

Okoye looked at her with an astonished expression on her face. “A few weeks?!”

“What? It hasn’t been that important lately.”

“Nakia,” Okoye placed her hand on one of Nakia’s, “You spent 23 years looking for Y/n and you've been her primary caretaker for over a month now. You’re stretching yourself quite thin here. You need to take a break."

“Okoye, I’m fine. Stop being so paranoid.”

“Am I? You look exhausted. Just take a break for a few days.”

“And who would be there for Y/n?” Nakia whispered, defensively.

“Everyone would. The two of you aren’t in your old world where you only had each other anymore. There are people here willing to help you and her. I’m here to help the both of you.”

“Look, I know you mean that but I’m fine. Y/n is finally doing better and I just want her to feel safe again. I don’t want to leave her to go ‘take care’ of myself.”

“Well if you don’t then who will, Nakia.”

“Okoye.” Nakia sighed.

Okoye held onto her hand a bit more forcibly, “Nakia!”

“Okoye! I can’t just leave her. I-” she felt herself choke up, “I don’t know who I am when I’m not taking care of her.”

That was the first time that she admitted it. For the first few weeks she refused to but it had been settling in on her for the last few days.

She wasn’t going to tell you, but there was less tension in her chest knowing that at least one person.

“I know that you love her,” Okoye paused for a while. She wanted those words to settle in.

“And that you want to be there for her whenever something bad happens, but you need to trust that she’s capable enough to call you if she needs to. Or ask someone else for help if you’re busy. I’m sure she’ll be more than okay with letting you rest-”

Okoye stopped when she realised that Nakia was no longer listening. Instead she was looking outside of the room, where yours and Aneka's voices had fallen silent.

She sighed, but let Nakia stand up to go find out if you were okay. Nakia walked to where she last saw you, and was relieved to still see you there.

Seeing her, you placed your index finger on your lips telling her to stay silent.

Aneka faced the other way. Eyes closed as she held her sword in its smaller state.

Okoye walked in right after Nakia and she watched in confusion.

Suddenly Aneka was rotating on the ground while lifting and maximising her spear. It was a fast movement that neither Okoye nor Nakia had ever seen before.

When she got up and finished the move, you smiled. “You did it!”

She opened her eyes, and ran up to you giving you a huge hug.

“Did the two of you see that?” she said excitedly when she saw the other two people in the room.

“We did. What was it?” Okoye asked.

“It was a move that Y/n suggested that I try.”

The two of them looked at you, and you avoided their gaze.

Okoye’s because you knew she’d want to know more and that wasn’t what you were interested in, and Nakia because the smile plastered across her face would make you start to feel your cheeks blush up.

Even with the avoidance of eye contact, Okoye started, “Can you do that?”

“No.” you shook your head dismissively.

“She can!” Aneka went. You gave her a look of disbelief.

“I mean I can, but I won’t.”

They all stared at you with pleading eyes for a while; their collective peer pressure making you give in.

You agreed to do it one time.

“It works better with guns but I think I can work with other weapons.” You looked around, finding a spare spear on the floor.

You proceeded to do the same thing as Aneka, but with much more skill. You went down on your knee in one swift move, maximised the spear and were able to get a few good swings out of it before you minimised it and finished your turnout again. It was a split second move. One that Okoye barely believed had happened.

You were just happy to not have stumbled in between. It hadn’t been that long since you’d trained regularly but it had been longer than usual and you’d taken a lot of new medications that could have easily thrown your skill off balance.

It was a lucky chance that you were still in fairly good shape. Lucky enough that Okoye and Aneka convinced you to do a few more demonstrations, with Nakia joining in only when asked to.

With all of you in a line doing that one move, it felt like when you were still in the red room practising the rotation with your fellow widow’s, only now it was less tense.

You allowed yourself to stumble every one in a while. You weren’t scared of some unruly punishment when you didn’t do it all the way right.

When the energy in the room hit below the ground, all you were left to do was struggle to catch your breath.

“You’re good.” Okoye huffed out, trying to remain less obvious about her struggle to breathe.

Aneka wasn’t as hard trying. Bending over, panting while trying to keep herself up.

You were in some pain, seeing as your Cardiomyopathy was still in its recovering stages.

Nakia was the best one out of the 4 of you, her composure being commendable.

An entrance through the door got you all standing up straight, trying to be natural.

Ayo and a few of the other Dora Milaje walked inside.

“What’s going on here?” She asked.

“Nothing, beloved” Aneka lied through heavy breaths.

Ayo didn’t ask anything else. Just shook her head and went about her business.

“We should go.” Nakia laughed. You nodded, pulling yourself together before saying your goodbyes and leaving with her.

When you got out, it was still early afternoon.

“You’re impressive.” she took hold of your hand again.

“I’d hope so. 23 years has to be good for something.” you tried to approach it in a lighter way, but Nakia’s face clearly showed that she didn’t see it like that.

“That was supposed to make you laugh.”

“Oh, you were trying to make a joke?” you nodded, not realising that you were becoming the subject of sarcasm. “I would have never known. It was so good I forgot to laugh.”

You shook your head, “Okay, I get it now. It was not received well by the crowd.”

She laughed at that. Then an idea popped up in her head.

“Come with me. I want to take you somewhere.”

You followed her as she pulled you around, making you run at some points on your journey. For a while you had no idea where you were going.

“Nakia, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

“The last time I waited to see, I was sold and flown out to Russia in a helicopter.”

She stopped then, giving you a dead stare of warning. You were trying it.

“That was the last one for today. I promise.” you said, allowing her to continue walking.

She made you close your eyes when you realised that you were in the River Province.

You trusted her not to take you anywhere that you’d feel unsafe, but you didn’t remember much besides your old house.

“Okay, stop.” she said, holding you back.

You heard water, so you had an idea of where you were.

“Open your eyes.”

You obliged. Opening your eyes to see the river of water in front of you. You looked at Nakia.

“Is this where we used to-”

“Yes.” She grinned, “We came here almost every day.”

“I hope you don’t expect me to get in there in my condition.” you remarked.

“I don’t”, she laughed. “We can just sit here for the rest of the day.”

You mouthed an ‘okay’ before finding the best place to sit on the ground. You stared at the flowing water, breathing in its pure scent.

“What did we do here?” you asked.

Nakia sat down close to you, laying her arm on you.

“We mostly just played around. Sometimes I'd convince you to let us go in for a swim. But we usually sat down like this. Talking about our futures.

When T’Challa would join us we would see who could hold their breath underwater for the longest.”

“He always lost.” you remembered, making Nakia grin.

“Mhm. And he was such a sore loser too. Always blaming us for messing up his strategy.”

You laughed, remembering that too. Some of the best moments were slowly coming back to the surface.

You remembered once pretending that you had gotten lost when the two were bickering, forcing them to figure out where you were together.

You remembered having one of your birthday celebrations there, and complaining to Nakia about your mother forcing you to invite everyone in your class, even the people that you didn’t like.

Images of you dancing with Nakia whenever new songs came out, and her splashing you with water when you weren’t looking.

A tear started to form at the feeling of finally remembering.

“I wish there was something like this when I was in the room. It would have saved me a lot of tears. I used to imagine the river when I wanted to escape the life that I had there. It was what I dreamt of the first night that he brought me there.

I dreamt of that day this morning. Only the beginning, though. I didn’t get to the part about the river. I always wake up when that happens. ”

“Maybe I'll get to that part of that dream today.” You offered comfort to yourself.

Nakia listened attentively. “Maybe you will.” she whispered, her throat blocked from her uprising emotions.

“Did you come here when I was gone?”

“No.” Nakia was very closed off about much of what happened when you were gone. She didn’t tell you much except that she kept looking for you every chance that she got.

Nakia knew that she had been concealing some information. She was just so used to wanting to let you talk about what you went through. She didn’t feel like her journey to finding you was worth any conversation.

But really, she just didn’t feel like she was all that ready to talk about it. When you took her hand, holding it close to your heart, her mind went to the one place she tried to avoid.

“My mother and aunt took me here the day we found out that you were gone.” she started.

“It wasn’t right here. It was farther off, but it was still by the river. After that day, it was hard for me to want to come here. I felt like it would be selfish coming back here when you couldn’t.”

Tears develop in her eyes, Nakia trying her best to wipe them away. “I don’t know how you’re able to talk and joke about what you went through. ”

“It’s the only way I can make myself believe that I’m human.”

“Human?”

“I was trained to think that I was a dangerous machine. Not a human. Humans get scared. They get hurt and they’re imperfect. I couldn't be or do any of those things.”

“But you know you’re human now, right?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to lie.

“Right?!” she nudged you to answer.

“Kia, I’m not a good person like you think I am. I had to do a lot of terrible things just to stay alive.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“Tell me, y/n! If I can trust you with my burdens then you can trust me with yours.”

“I killed people!” you let out with a heavy breath.

“It wasn’t just outside assassinations that we did. That was only after we graduated. Before that, I had to hurt girls to protect myself from being hurt. I had to kill them so I didn't get killed. There’s nothing human about that. There’s nothing good about that.” your face was freshly coated with tears. It was frustrating because it felt like they were never-ending.

“But that wasn't you, Y/n.” she tried to explain, “I know who you are and that was NOT you. “

You shook your head at her , “But it was. I did it too many times for it not to have been. I made people feel safe and then killed them when I had to!” you sobbed.

“Y/n, I know it’s still fresh in your head and I’m not going to rush you. Your mind hasn’t settled to see the evil that surrounded and controlled you yet, but I am telling you; That. Was. Not. You.”

Suddenly the morning’s events were being replicated. You cried into her shirt as you tried to pull all the remaining parts of your identity back into the shell that was you as a person.

With the day being so intense, Nakia felt like going to her childhood home was the best option for the night.

Nobody was supposed to be there, so it would let the two of you sit with your unspoken words without feeling pressured into talking.

“Did I bring gifts for someone’s birthday here once?” you asked at the memory of you carrying a large load of gifts.

“Not technically. You just bought the gifts as a thank you one day. It wasn’t anyone’s birthday.” she replied.

‘See? You’re human.’ she wanted to tell you, but she didn't. Instead, close the front door and switching on the lights.

‘See? You are human.’ you thought to yourself.

The two of you cooked and ate for the first chunk of the evening. Not many words being exchanged between the two of you.

You both feared that you would be brought into another hard discussion.

You were the first to break the silence.

“Thank you for staying with me.” you said.

Nakia nodded, but stayed silent.

Then she let out a breath, “We used to have a saying.”

You looked up at her, begging for more information.

“You would say love is beautiful-”

“-And you would say, friendship is better.”

You both brought your pinky fingers up locking them together.

“Y/n/n, You were, are and will always be my favourite person on this planet, and on any other planet beyond us. I’m going to be here for a long time.”

"What if I hurt you?”

“I’m good at defending myself too. If anything happens, I'll be fine."

"That's only gonna work if you give yourself a break, Kia. Whether you want to admit it or not, I am not the easiest person to constantly be taking care of. You still deserve a life outside of me."

"I'll do that." She said, reluctantly. She didn't want to start every hard-hitting conversation in one day.

"Good. I'm going to try and get some sleep."

When she tried to follow you, you stopped her.

"Only come with me if you want to sleep here." You started.

She nodded, waving you a good-night whilst she went to sit down and watch TV.

As soon as she switched it on; "In the latest news about our returned Wakandan woman; The adoptive Mother of the teen found to have been human trafficked 23 years ago is set to be put on trial in 3 months from now. This comes just over 1 month after she was arrested by Wakandan police. Sources say that she is struggling to find a legal team that will defend her."

Nakia smiled at that revelation, letting herself get comfortable for the first time that day.

That night, you got to see that part of your dream, hearing the sound of the river.

3 months later.

The sun rose at the palace, telling people that the day had begun.

You stood in the garden, taking in the beauty that was the sunrise.

Just as you got to a state of peace, you felt a push at the back of you.

“Ow, T’Challa!”

“It wasn’t me.” he whined like a child, “It was Nakia. She stood on my foot”

“It was an accident!” she defended herself. “What are we doing hiding behind here anyway? I thought we were going to watch the sunrise after climbing the tree. ”

“We’re looking out to see if anyone else is out here.” you explained.

“Exactly, Nakia! How would it look to others seeing 3 grown adults sitting in a tree like kids.” T’Challa added.

“You’re just trying to protect your Royal integrity.” Nakia said.

T’Challa turned to her. “Maybe I am. What would you be able to say? We’re actually leaders of the nation now.”

Nakia pulled a face at him, causing a stir between the two of them while you stayed watch.

You let the two of them bicker, and continued on your quest. After a few cycles of not seeing anyone in the distance, you carefully started climbing the tree, the two behind you following you as they continued bickering.

The tree in question had a nice base in the middle that allowed space for all three of you to sit.

The three of you sat, T’Challa in the middle with you and Nakia on opposite sides of him, and the three of you watched the sunrise.

The two loud ones stopped bickering and it fell silent in the tree. You all just sat admiring the work of the universe.

It was a new day for everyone. And you were all starting to get used to being like this again. Not scared of losing another one of you.

You were the chaotic trio again.

When the sun was fully up, you were already separated.

It was day 4 of the trial, and Nakia and T’Challa were obligated to appear.

You had gone for every other day. Today was your day to rest from seeing Shashi.

You were gonna take it to do anything but think of her.

You made your way to the training grounds.

You weren’t there to train with anyone. It was just a stress relief for you. First you’d do light warm ups, then you’d put on the new ballet attire that you’d been bought, and you’d dance for a while.

It was still a coping mechanism for you, but you no longer went out of your way to hurt yourself more in the process. You were less rigid and detailed, just doing what your body told you to.

You also stopped dancing on worn out shoes. Instead making sure to be aware of when they could no longer support you anymore.

You tended to lose yourself in dance, feeling like a human for once.

Though few people had actually seen you dancing, it was known to everyone that if you were in the training grounds, that is what you were probably doing and you shouldn’t be disturbed.

That’s why you were so surprised when a knock came at the door.

Going to open it, you found Aneka waiting for you to answer.

“Aneka!” you said happily.

“Sorry to disturb you. I thought you might like to join us today.”

You eyed her questionably. She never asked you to join her when you got into that room. She knew that you were dancing.

“The General asked if I were to ask you to join us today.” she confessed.

You nodded in understanding.

You packed up your things and changed into something better for the type of training that you’d seen them do.

When you got back to the main room,, you were greeted with an entire group of Dora mIlaje in the room. It must have been nearly all of them.

“You summoned me, General Okoye.” you said, crossing your arms in respect as you approached her.

She did the same, grinning at you. She was up to something for sure.

“I heard you were free today and thought that you’d want to join us.”

You scanned her face for lies, and spotted a few.

“Is that so?” you said, hoping that she would realise that you had caught on.

She did.

“We actually thought that you could help us with spear training.”

“Me?” you asked, pointing to yourself and looking around you to check if someone else was behind you.

“Yes, you.”

Then you looked at the rest of the Dora in the room and you realised that they were all already holding their spears.

“Are you all trying to use my ruthless Widow training to your own advantage?” you asked everyone.

A loud “NO!” unanimously came through the room.

“Yes!”

Almost unanimous.

You turned to the only one telling the truth. Aneka. The others glared at her. Including the General.

You knew what your decision would be, but you had to let them sweat for a while. You pretended to think about it. Then you did a half turn like you were going to leave, but you continued into a full 360 turn and smiled at them.

“What do you wanna do first?”

8 hours later Nakia and T’Challa were back at the palace. The day had been long and tiring.

News reporters from all over had submitted questions after the court session, making the interviews after the session only 10 times longer.

Nakia was so exhausted, she didn’t realise that you weren’t at dinner until almost halfway through.

“Where’s Y/n?”

“In her room. She came in not too long ago, looking like she’d had quite the day.” Raminda said.

“Did something happen?” Nakia asked, panicked.

“No. I think that she was training with the Dora today.”

Nakia laughed, “Y/n? Training with the Dora?”

Ramonda smiled at her. “Ask Okoye. Apparently it was quite an eventful day.”

Nakia took that with a grain of salt, finishing her food and making her way straight to your room.

“Y/n” she said entering your room without knocking all the way. It was basically your shared room.

“Nakia!” you said happily when you saw her.

She saw you wrapping your hand and was instantly by your side. “What happened?” she asked.

“It’s just a few blisters from training. Nothing’s wrong.” you almost laughed at her.

Still she went along and helped you wrap your hands.

“I’m getting better, you know. I’m processing things just like you said. I’m going through them instead of trying to step around them.”

She knew that, but she didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t processing as quickly.

“You are. And I’m proud of you.”

When she was done, she kissed both hands.

Not long after, you laid in your bed, in her arms.

“How was training today?” she asked. Your back facing hers as you talked.

You didn’t say anything for a while, letting the subtle sound of wind from outside occupy the conversation. Then you tried to distract her, “You looked good today.”

Nakia felt her cheeks grow flushed, but she knew what you were doing.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

You groaned, “Training was good.

Almost too good. Okoye’s been pestering me about a job offer.”

“To be a Dora?!” Nakia asked excitedly.

“No! I wouldn’t be able to do that. She wants me to become the Dora Milaje’s combat and weapons trainer. I would find the best ways to train them, maybe travel around for inspiration sometimes.”

“That sounds incredible!” you could feel the excitement radiating off of her body.

“Yeah, I’m not taking it.”

Nakia sat up, throwing you off of her. “What!?”

You looked at her and could almost see the rage smoke leaving her ears. Albeit you knew that she wasn’t mad, just shocked.

“Nakia, I know that you’ll hate me for saying this, but I still don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be handling any weapons.”

“Y/n,” she started.

You were ready to hear her give you the usual speech. But she didn’t say a word. Instead, she just held you closer, and gave the side of your head a kiss.

“You have amazing things to offer this world.” she said.

The next morning there was a box by your bedside. You opened it to see a familiar item of jewellery.

When you looked closer, you realised that it had changed only slightly.

It read: ‘Friendship is beautiful, Love is better.’

It matched the one that Nakia had been wearing the day before.

You just hadn’t noticed.

Section 3: What Happens After?

One year of freedom

{BREAKING NEWS: Shashi Jarenu pleads guilty to 10 criminal charges after 23 years of lying to authorities about daughter’s supposed death. She faces life imprisonment: Y/n L/n tells her truth.}

Nakia stared at the TV that sat in your room, watching your early morning interview on the news.

You and the interviewer came onto the screen.

“So Y/n. Before we begin, can you give an introduction for the people who might not know who you are. “

You looked into the camera, your smile making Nakia smile back at you through the screen.

“My name is Y/n L/n. A lot of people might know me as the reincarnated 12 year old who was found in Italy 23 years after her death,” you joked, making Nakia roll her eyes while the interviewer laughed with you.

“But on a more serious note. I am not a reincarnation. I was the 12 year old adopted daughter of Shashi Jarenu, who allegedly died 24 years ago."

"But you didn't die?"

"No, I was sold"...

WAIT!

SOMETHING WAS OFF.

Nakia woke up with a bit startled. She checked the news to make sure that she knew what was true and what wasn't.

She sighed in relief. Shashi's criminal charges were real.

After scoping everywhere, and turning the TV on, she laughed at herself.

You had refused to do the interview just a few days ago. You said that you didn’t want to be a part of the media attention pyramid like the journalists wanted you to.

It had become a running joke of yours and you weren’t willing to let it go.

Realising that you weren’t at an interview, she was surprised to see that you weren’t still in bed.

She was usually the first one up.

Her mind sifted through the things that could have led you to leaving so early and it all came to one conclusion.

The kiss from last week.

Nakia had gotten ahead of herself one night in the previous week when you were having a really good day together. She kissed you and you didn’t say a word for the rest of the evening, only smiling nervously at her.

She had planned to talk to you about it for days but you didn’t act weirdly about it until then. She got up and tried to call you, the call not even reaching your beads.

Frantically, she got ready. Calling and calling.

Something in her heart told her that something was wrong. She couldn’t lose you again.

She went around the entire palace looking for you, or anybody who had seen you, but unluckily she didn’t find anything.

When she saw the general passing by, she stopped her.

“Okoye! Have you seen Y/n?”

Okoye shook her head. “I haven’t seen her since training yesterday.”

“Training yesterday?” Nakia didn’t know that there was training.

“Didn’t you hear? She finally agreed to be the Dora’s combat trainer.”

Nakia shook her head. “Did she say why she changed her mind?”

“She said that she wanted to spend time helping others be better able to defend themselves. Even if it meant defending the monarchy who-”

“-are under no threat most of the time.” Nakia finished the sentence breathlessly. Just like she said all those years ago.

Okoye looked at her with questions written all over her face, but decided not to ask them.

Deciding to ask the more important question. “Why are you so eager to find her?”

“No reason.” Nakia said bluntly.

“Nakia. What’s going on between the two of you.”

“I kissed her last week.” Nakia wanted to kick herself for saying it so easily.

“You only just kissed last week?”

“Yes.” Nakia dismissed the tone of her last sentence.

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I’m not sure what that means for us.” Nakia started breathing deeply, trying to keep herself calm. Okoye joined her in support.

“Nakia, you’re overwhelming yourself.”

“I don’t know if Y/n will love me now that she’s gotten her life back.”

“You think that Y/n only loves you because you’ve been there for her when her life was a mess.?” Okoye asked. The Wardog nodded, seeing good reason for her to think that.

“Sister, Y/n has loved you since the very beginning and she still loves you. It’s not just because you’ve been there for her this past year. She genuinely loves you for you. If you’re worried about what you are, just ask her.”

"Okay." Nakia nodded.

Okoye gave her half of a hug, being called somewhere before Nakia could thank her.

Nakia ended up pacing around for another 4 hours trying to call you. Still there was nothing. Fear started to creep up again.

What if she lost you again? But this time not because of you being taken far away from her, but rather due to you choosing to leave her.

She had slowly been driving you away and you were probably sick of her.

Her thoughts had her wrapped up so deeply that she didn’t realise that she was finally getting a response back from you.

“Y/n/n?” she asked when she answered.

“Kia. Are you okay? Aneka called me after I left her house and told me that you had called her nonstop.” You asked her, feeling anxious about why she had called you 45 times in the last 6 hours.

“Where are you?” she sniffled out.

“I went to Shashi’s house.” you said.

Nakia’s blood froze.

“I’m coming. Don’t move.”

In 45 minutes Nakia was at the door of Shashi’s house, practically banging the door down.

“Nakia?! What’s going on?” you asked her as she searched your face for any injuries.

She spun you around a few times making sure that you were completely intact.

“I’m okay.” you said, smiling as she finally seemed to calm down.

For what felt like the millionth time that year, tears formed in her eyes. They were happy tears though. Tears of relief and joy. You opened your arms to her, allowing her to come into your embrace as the tears came in waves.

You kissed the top of her head. “I’m okay, sthandwa. I’m okay.”

She lifted her head at the term of endearment, but got distracted by the bigger question in her mind.

“If you’re fine, why are you here?”

You sat her down on one of the chairs that sat in the living room and told her about what you had been doing.

You told her about going to look for a house of your own with Aneka around where she and Ayo lived, having liked the houses there for months. When you were finished searching and Aneka left to do something important, you’d decided to take one last trip to the house where it all started.

“I came here to see it for the last time.” you breathed out.

“I found some of her stuff still here. I found the phone that she used to use to call him. It had calls. Texts. Emails. Just a whole lot of conversations between the two of them from the same year that she adopted me all the way to the day I was taken.”

Nakia tried to keep up with what you were telling her but she was stuck at one point.

“You’re moving out of the palace? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

You hesitated for a second, not sure if you wanted to have that conversation at that moment. Deciding that you did, you took one of her hands, “I didn’t know what would happen to us. What would happen to you.”

“What would happen to me?” she questioned, nearly taking her hand away at the implication that you were making.

“I just mean that I didn’t know whether you’d want to come with me or stay.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to come with you?”

Another pause stood between your conversation.

"Y/n," she repeated, "why wouldn't I want to come with you?"

“Because your world seems to revolve around me.”

“No it doesn’t”

“Nakia…would you have become a Wardog if you weren't looking for me?"

Nakia paused, stumped "I…I don't know." She sighed. “Why does that matter anyway?”

"It matters because I love you, Nakia. I love you, and I think you love me but I'm not sure if I can trust that you really love me or just don't know who you are without me. I've taken up most of your life with being gone. You never allowed yourself to find out who you were outside of being my protector. I don’t want to keep dragging you along with me if you’re tired. I want you to have a life outside of me.”

Nakia understood that. "What happens if I don't like who I am without you?"

"I'm not going anywhere. If you're struggling with finding out who you are, I'm gonna be here just like you were with me. I love you."

"You love me?" She asked.

“I do.”

"And you'll stay with me while I figure it all out?"

You nodded, "I'll stay with you as long as you'll have me."

2 years later- The Epilogue.

What happens after?

What happens once the person you've been looking for all your life is found and there's nothing else to do?

What happens after your life stops being a deadly situation?

What happens after you've found home in yourself again? After you've started to see yourself as human again.

What happens when the main driving factor for you waking up is no longer out of reach. When you've got everything to live for, but nothing to fight for?

Nakia questioned herself everyday. Who was she when there was nothing to fight for? Or nothing to prove.

She spent decades fighting for the same thing, getting it and only noticing then that that one thing wasn't her whole being.

Having to find out what life without you meant to her was more than challenging. She had to rethink all the decisions she made while you were gone. Going deeply into finding out why she made them. Whether it was for you or for her.

She spent weeks away from you, trying to find out what happened next.

When she got back, she was still unsure. But that was okay. There was always more after to come. If this after didn't work, she would find another one.

Nakia's jet came down from the sky, arriving back home after 3 months of going around to help with Wakanda’s new outreach centre's.

Getting out of it, the ground felt softer and the air clearer.

She smiled.

She was home.

Where the sky glistened both in the day and night.

Where she could take a break and be alone.

Where she was all of herself. Not a single piece missing.

She walked down the busy paths on her way to where she lived. She did it slowly. Letting anything distract her.

There wasn’t a timeliness for what she did anymore. She didn't need to walk like the world was chasing her. Now, she was a part of the world that she'd so long felt separated from.

She was free to go where she pleased without any guilt.

That's why she ended up going to the river instead of straight home.

The water was a part of her before, holding her fondest memories worthy of cherishing. But it was also going to be a permanent part of her after. It would hold better memories. Ones that she could think of without feeling guilty.

She didn't stay long. Wanting to get some sleep for once.

She went to her house, expecting it to be empty.

She was right.

It was quiet when she entered. Nobody was there.

She went to her bedroom, settling in bed.

She had people that she could call when she woke up. That’s if she wanted to go out. It had been a long trip back, so she would have to see how she felt when she woke up.

She slept for a few hours, waking up only when the sun was going down and she felt the need to get up.

Sitting in her living room, she heard a click at the door. Smiling, she stood up from her chair.

The door opened, and you walked into your home, looking down at the door in confusion. You hadn’t left it unlocked.

You looked up, and saw her. Nearly dropping your things.

“My love.” she said with a smirk, seeing the expression on your face.

“You're home!” you said, putting down your things.

You nearly fell over yourself trying to get to her. You took no time going to hug her. 3 months without her had been torture.

You held her head softly, as she held yours.

“I’m home.” she whispered, feeling the emotions coming up.

It had been the longest 3 months of her life. It had been good for her, but it was still the longest.

“I missed you,” she said.

It was the 3rd time that she’s gone on the same trip, so you were more prepared than the first 2 times. You knew that it was the best for the both of you.

But it was just as hard. You were glad to have her back in your arms.

“I missed you more than I've missed anyone in my entire life.” you said.

Looking at her, your lips met in a tender kiss.

You let her take the lead, holding you like she’d never let you go ever again.

You tried to keep up, gasping for air in the middle. With her arms around your waist, she whispered. “I love you.”

She let your lips linger.

“You look good in that.” she said.

You looked down at your trainer uniform, laughing. It resembled the Dora Milaje uniform a lot, but there were a few differences in colour. Yours had more green and blue in it by your request. It was to represent the river. Your strength in your after.

“I do. Don’t I?”

The two of you sat outside in your porch swing , looking out at your water.

Nakia looked at you wide eyes as you updated her on what you were doing while she was gone.

“So you left and they just stopped training?” she asked.

You nodded in dismay. “When I asked them what they had worked on while I was gone, one of them tried to show me something she learned 4 weeks before I left.”

“How long were you gone?”

"3 weeks!” you ranted, making Nakia cover her mouth with her hand as she chuckled. “If they become Dora’s by spring, I’ll be surprised.”

“They're almost as bad as you were when we were younger.” she said.

You eyed her, “I remember being better than a certain somebody”

“Better than who?” she questioned, testing to see if you were willing so go there.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” you asked with a smirk.

“I do, actually.”

“I think that I was better at-” she looked at you sharply. She was ready to get up to pin you down.

“YOU. You were better at combat.”

“That's what I thought I heard.” she said, happy with that. You didn’t argue.

She had your heart. You had hers.

You were her after…

And she was yours.

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fresh water

Pairing: Mentor!Nakia x (afab) gn!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Synopsis: After stopping by a stream for a drink of water, a strange arousal overcomes you and your mentor, Nakia.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, dubcon (sex pollen), smut (FF, oral (giving & receiving), 69), swimming & drinking sex pollen water, requited love (but they’re both idiots)

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"I knew it." Nakia pushes a swath of green aside.

Beyond her, you catch a glimpse of clear, running water, and you could swear it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "A stream!"

She glances back and grins at you. "Told you."

"You did," you admit.

"The great Nakia strikes again!"

You laugh at her. Her ability to stay positive never ceases to amaze you. It's one of the reasons why you've been falling for her so hard.

Damn, it's getting harder to deny.

It’s also something you can never admit out loud. She took you under her wing as her trainee - her sidekick, nothing more, and besides anything else, the mission always comes first.

She emerges through the thick brush, holding it open for you to brush past her.

You hold your breath as you pass her by. After setting your packs down safely, you kneel down on the bank of the river.

Fresh water. It's mesmerisingly clear, nice and cool and sparkling with the setting sun.

You lower your flask into the water.

Loud splashing interrupts the peaceful sounds of the forest, and out of the corner of your eye you see Nakia enter the water, fully clothed.

"Wow, straight in," you comment.

She turns, sinking lower beneath the surface. "It's too hot out there! Besides, we both stink."

You lift your armpit and sniff - gross. "Fair. Alright, I'm coming in." You take a swig of water before closing up your flask and setting it aside.

The water is refreshing as it is beautiful, and you linger and relax until the sun fully sets. Then, together you assemble a small campfire, drying off by the small circle of warmth as the sky turns to night.

In the darkness, the sounds of the jungle are rich and melodic, the fire crackling, and you sit beside Nakia eating your rations by the flickering light, trying not to let your gaze linger on her.

She holds her arms out and stretches with a groan. "We should get some rest. It's a big day tomorrow and I don't want to be carrying your ass all the way up the mountain."

She's right, but you're not tired, and your heart is beating faster than normal. You look down at your hands and frown. "Something's wrong."

"What?"

"You don't feel... off? I think I'm coming down with something." You glance beside you, to her, and are almost blown away by how beautiful she is. What the fuck? She's always been attractive to you, but now, it's like it's been dialled up to eleven. Your gaze fixates on her lips. You can't look away. "Nakia..."

She stares at you, brows furrowed. "I don't - " and then she gasps. Her hands fly to her stomach. "What is happening?"

A pulse of arousal flows through you. You feel wetness between your legs. "You feel it too?"

"A sort of... heat inside me. Like - " she cuts herself off, not meeting your eyes.

"A-arousal?" you hesitantly finish for her.

She finally drags her gaze up to you, conflict in her eyes, and nods.

Visions flash by in your head - visions of kissing her, spreading her legs apart, licking her - God. "Do we have anything for this?" You clutch your stomach as a painful pulse goes through you.

She shakes her head. "I've never heard of this before." She pulls her gaze from you, glancing around, and moans. "It could be the water. That's the only new thing we've had in our systems."

"You're saying we swam in some kind of aphrodisiac?"

"And drank it."

"Fuck," you hiss. "It hurts."

"Hold on." She pushes herself to stand up, then holds her hand out to you.

You take it, delicious heat running through your veins at her touch, and as you stand up beside her, you feel the urge lean in to kiss her. Instead you jerk away, too afraid of your own reactions. "Sorry," you murmur, heat rising to your face.

"No, it's okay," she replies softly, and you hate the way she looks at you, almost with pity. "We need to take care of ourselves, privately, and then hopefully this need will ebb."

You nod, even as disappointment sinks in your stomach. "I'll go this way."

"Good. See you in a minute."

And with that, you go your separate ways to take care of yourself in the middle of the forest.

This is by far the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you. And with your mentor, of all people.

The worst thing about it is, you’ve been leaning against the trunk of a tree fingering yourself for the past ten minutes, and it’s not fucking working. Your pussy is wet - wetter than normal for you - and the sexual desire is coursing through you, but no matter what you do with your fingers, or what you think about, you can’t bring yourself to orgasm.

And it hurts.

Fuck it. You’re rubbing yourself raw trying to make something impossible happen. With a whimper, you pull your hand away from your aching pussy, and zip up your pants.

You make the trip back to the encampment in sorrowful silence, unsure what you’re going to say to her when she sees you returning unsuccessful.

But as you emerge from the bush and the campfire comes into view, your gaze catches on her silhouette as she stands there, arms folded, looking down at the fire.

“Nakia?”

She turns to you instantly, and there’s a fierce look in her eyes that makes you hesitate at the edge of the opening.

You tongue your lower lip, anticipation coursing through you. If only she felt the way you did, the two of you could take care of this together. The way you need.

“Could you do it?” she asks, and steps towards you.

You shake your head.

She begins to approach; slow, deliberate steps getting faster as she nears. “Neither could I,” she breathes, and then she’s on you, grasping you by the sides of your face and pressing her mouth on yours.

Shock freezes you for a moment and you stand there, simply receiving her kiss, before desire takes over. Your lips part and you kiss her back, rooted to the ground in her arms. It’s everything you imagined and more - soft, luxurious, sweet, the feeling of her in your arms, the scent of her in your lungs.

She pulls away suddenly, gasping. “Sorry,” she pants. “I can’t control this.”

“I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” you say, using every ounce of self control not to touch her again.

Her shoulders shake, and for a moment you think she’s crying, but then she laugh, desperate and dry. “Trust me, I want to.”

Then... You can’t think about what that means right now. Another wave of heat pulses between your legs, and your vision goes blurry as need takes over again. She wants this. With a groan, you grab her by the waist and pull her back into your embrace, slanting your lips on hers.

She kisses you, backing you up against a tree and pinning you there with her body pressed against you. As she lifts her lips from yours, she searches your eyes as her hand comes between your bodies and she starts undoing your pants.

“Please,” you beg, “I want this too.”

She’s serious now, all the humour gone from her eyes, and she nods. “I know what you need.” And in one swift move, she pulls your pants down, taking your panties with them, lowering herself until she’s kneeling before you.

“Nakia,” you moan, voice pitching higher as you feel her press her face between your legs, and the warm, textured feel of her tongue making contact with your wetness as she explores your pussy for the first time.

She’s incredibly skilled at this. Like the way she fights - relentless, flicking her tongue over and over until you give in to her demands.

It doesn’t take you long to crest. Your hips cant back, but there’s no where to go when she has you pinned to the tree, and she only leans further into your pussy, going faster, harder over your clit.

“I’m going to - I’m going to come!” you gasp, and then your head tilts back as a powerful wrack of bliss overtakes you. It’s heavenly, waves of bliss emanating from her tongue on your pussy, sending you high up into the tree tops.

She makes you come harder than you ever have before, until you’re writhing in pleasure and satisfaction, and still she keeps going.

“Oh - N-Nakia, I can’t.”

“Need more,” she pants, breath fanning against your wetness, before diving back in.

You grunt in pain and pleasure at the feeling. It’s so good, and yet your mind is racing, because she needs to come as well.

“Shit,” you hiss, “Nakia, Nakia baby, let me take care of you now.” You’ll worry about calling her that later, but fuck, she is your mentor.

And yet, she doesn’t acknowledge your words, greedily devouring your spent cunt.

You push her away with all your remaining strength.

“No!” she cries out, but you keep going, gently lowering her to the ground until she is spread out beneath you, your knees either side of her head as you fall over her on all fours.

You turn around, and as she takes you by the hips to drag your pussy back down onto her face, you do your best to focus on the task at hand - undoing her pants.

You need to lick her pussy the way she did yours. The way she’s doing now, making your legs cave beneath you so your pussy is well and truly planted on her face.

Heat rises to your face, but she doesn’t seem to mind, groaning into your wetness as she works you towards another orgasm.

Somehow, you manage to get her pants off, and then suddenly there’s nothing between you and her wet, needy cunt. You put your mouth on her and, spreading her lips, use your tongue to lap at her sweet nectar. Tentatively at first, half lost in pleasure, then bolder, stroking your tongue along her until you find her clitoris.

A howl erupts from her throat as you find that sensitive spot with your tongue, furiously lapping at her like a woman starved. Then she’s back, bracing your hips and pulling you down so she can taste more and more of you.

It’s heady realisation - your mentor, the woman you look up to, giving and taking pleasure from your body - and you come again, moaning into her pussy and canting your hips over her face, riding her through your release.

As if triggered by yours, Nakia suddenly tenses and groans, “don’t stop - don’t stop!”

A rush of sweet nectar suddenly coats your tongue, and your eyes roll back as you taste her come in your mouth. Your tongue darts out, ravenously licking every inch of her pussy until she’s moaning and jerking beneath you.

Finally, when you’re sure she’s satisfied, you stop, legs collapsing beneath you. You roll to the side to get off of her.

“Mmm,” you moan, a tingling satisfaction throbbing between your legs as you force yourself to sit up, taking in your surroundings again.

Nakia lies on her back, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. “That was...”

You bite your lip, heat rushing to your face. Amazing, you want to say, but you’re sure she’s not thinking along the same lines as you are. She’s probably trying to figure out how to say it’ll never happen again.

She reaches out, taking your hand in hers. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” you confirm with a nod. “Are you?”

Her mouth curves into a lazy smile. “I am too. Now come back here.”

You blink. “What?”

“I said,” she pats the ground beside her, “come back here.”

You search her eyes, shocked to find that even after the effects of the water seem to have worn off, the desire remains. Slowly, as though you’re afraid she’ll change her mind, you lay down beside her.

She reaches out an arm and stretches with a satisfied groan, before rolling over and wrapping it around your body, pulling herself against you.

Your breath stills.

“Is this okay?” she murmurs in your ear.

“Uh-huh,” is all you can say, shivers racing down your spine.

She sighs. “Good. I just need to rest my eyes for a minute. Tired.”

You look down at her arm wrapped around your waist, and allow yourself the tiniest smile. Then, your eyelids grow heavy, a wave of sleepiness washes over you, and you fall asleep in your mentor’s arms.

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Disintegration (AU) [Part 2]

Fandom: Black Panther; Wakanda Forver; Avengers Infinity War

Characters: Nakia, Sizwe (River Tribe Elder), Unathi (oc), Queen Naomi (oc), and Queen Ramonda

Warnings: Angst, mentions of character death, grief

Words: 3.2k

Tags: @thekrazykeke @marieewrites @masterofhounds @post-woke @loloalin @i-drink-and-i-write-fics @lady-olive-oil @griot-of-wakanda

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The image of Kya disintegrating into ash right in front of her still plagued Nakia's mind as she willed her legs to get her home. She and Okoye settled for walking back, neither of them having the energy to call Shuri for a jet, if she was even there to accept the call. They also needed time to process what had just happened and how it was going to affect everything around them.

As soon as Nakia walked into her mansion, she was met with the concerned faces of her father, stepmother Babalo, and great-aunt Rhikya. Since the fight wasn't near the River Tribe borders, there was no need for them to evacuate, so they waited at the mansion for the two sisters to return.

Just as Nakia was about to tell them what happened out there, her voice caught in her throat, unable to say the words. Instead, she collapsed to her knees and allowed tears to fall from her cheek and onto her father's sandals. She soon felt his arms wrap around her and she buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed into it. She could sense that he was fighting back his own tears from the pain of losing his youngest daughter, but at that moment, she could only think about her grief and distress.

Time seemed to blur as Nakia eventually got up from the floor and went to wash off the blood, sweat, and dirt from the battle. She didn't bother looking towards Kya's suite, knowing her sister wouldn't be there to greet her with her bright and warm smile.

After showering and changing into her nightgown, Nakia climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head, begging for sleep to come. Babalo had come in to check on her, insisting that food would be good for her, but she shook her head and promised her stepmother she would eat in the morning.

Babalo could only nod and leave her alone to sit in her grief.

~~~

Wakanda was in a state of mourning, and the dark cloud that loomed over the skies for the next few days didn't help. Even the market that usually buzzed with gossip and half-truths was quiet enough for one to hear their sandals walking against the grasslands.

To honor the lives that were lost from either the battle or becoming ash, Queen Naomi organized a mass grieving ceremony in which the citizens would release lanterns in the air as a celebration of the lives lived and the memories preserved.

Nakia stood in the middle of the River province with her family as they released a lantern in remembrance of Kya. "Goodbye, my omncinci," she said as tears fell down her cheek as she remembered Kya's bright smile, warm presence, and funny personality.

That night, as Nakia lay in bed, she felt her mother's presence. It was rare for Unathi to visit from the ancestral plane, claiming that they rarely need her, but tonight was an exception. More tears flowed as Unathi twisted Nakia's tight coils around her finger.

"She's not there," she told Nakia, adding to her disappointment.

It relieved the War Dog that her baby sister wasn't dead in a traditional sense, but it left her wondering where her spirit was and how much she would give to see her omncinci again.

Unathi's actions eventually lulled her to sleep and gave her much-needed rest for the night. However, Nakia was ready to return to work the next morning. She needed to do something besides sitting in that mansion all day, thinking about Kya.

Fortunately for her, great-aunt Rhikya had an assignment in Liberia and could use the extra hands. "The time away might do you some good," she told Nakia while pouring herself a glass of iced tea Babalo mixed with some lemonade. "But it's only a temporary fix. You still have to do the work of healing yourself."

Nakia didn't say anything, just shoved a fork full of eggah in her mouth and nodded.

The work in Liberia only lasted for two months, and she intended on returning to Oakland to continue her work at the Outreach Center. That was until she received notice that Queen Naomi will eventually switch her to another program.

"My Queen!" Nakia addressed her after barging into her office uninvited, Ayo on her tail.

"I tried to stop her," the second-in-command informed her queen, who just waved her off.

"It's alright, Ayo. Return to your post."

Ayo gave Nakia a warning scowl before leaving out, but the War Dog kept her gaze fixed on Naomi.

"Why would you move my work to Haiti without consulting me first?"

Naomi adjusted the glasses over her eyes. She would've usually worn her contact lenses, but maybe she didn't feel like putting them on that day. Truthfully, the queen hadn't been seen in the glamorous light everyone knew her for. She once walked the palace with confident strides, adorned in a fine gown or custom-made bodysuit as her cocoa-brown skin glistened with perfumed oils. A grieved soul that didn't have the energy to do those things for herself replaced that woman. Today, she wore a simple and clean t-shirt with gray sweatpants that still showed off her curves, and flip-flops, even though the chipped polish on her toenails showed that they hadn't been painted in a while. Her black silk-pressed hair scattered on her shoulders as her bangs hid her eyes, along with her cat-eye glasses. Since there wasn't a council meeting that day, Nakia figured she chose to dress down for the pile of paperwork on her desk.

"Nakia," Naomi addressed her, "I'm building an Outreach Center there, and when it opens, I want you to direct it. You're the best person for the job, and you'll be closer to home, which means you can make more frequent visits to your family. I think this assignment would be good for you."

"Who gave you the authority on what's good for me?"

With a heavy and exasperated sigh, Naomi got up from her desk and walked around to get eye level with Nakia. "I'm trying to be as empathetic as I can with everything that's going on, but I'm not gonna deal with your attitude right now."

Nakia tried to reprimand the queen for speaking to her in that manner, but Naomi continued.

"I'm sorry about Kya, and I miss her too, but you're not the only one here who has lost someone. Queen Mother lost both of her children. M'Baku lost his wife. And not only did I lose my king, I lost the father of my child, my best friend, and the love of my life." Naomi paused to wipe the tear that fell from her eye. "The point is, we're all doing what we can to keep Wakanda running smoothly. All I'm asking is for you to do the same."

Before Nakia could say anything in her defense, the office door opened to reveal N'Kusa, the Dora of Prince Javon, cradling the toddler in her arms.

"My queen. He's awake from his nap and wanted to see you."

"Come here, my baby." Naomi took her son from the Dora and hugged him close.

Prince Javon was a spitting image of his father. Deep-ebony skin, baby doe eyes, and tight, black coils. When he did smile, it was big and bright, just like T'Challa's. The smile that warmed the hearts of everyone that came in contact with him.

Nakia hung her head in shame. Seeing the two of them together only emphasized the queen's words. She did only lose her sister, but everyone in Wakanda has lost someone as well, especially their beloved king.

"Your people need you now more than ever," Naomi's voice grabbed her attention, but she didn't respond. Felt too ashamed to say anything.

Nakia just cleared her throat to rid it of the forming lump and left without a formal dismissal from her queen.

With that day's revelation, Nakia made a point to check on her father. She hadn't really asked him how he felt, but she assumed it would be like the time their family lost her brother, Isipho. A bouncing baby boy that died from SIDS a year prior to Kya's conception. The circumstances were different, but it was still a loss.

"I can't help thinking it's all my fault," she told him while looking out the window of his study, a tear streaking down her cheek. "If I hadn't-"

"Shhhh," Sizwe cut her off with a gentle pat on her shoulder. "Kya had her mother's stubborn determination. There was nothing you could do to stop her. Nor could you have stopped what happened to anyone else."

Nakia wiped her tears away, but more came. "I'm sorry baba. I came in here to check on you."

"I'm taking it one day at a time. It's all one can do."

She didn't say anything, not that there was much to say. Except something she had been thinking about for a while, but she wasn't sure how her father would accept it. After a few minutes of silence, she finally looked away from the window to lock eyes with him. "I saw umama a few weeks ago. Something she said had stuck with me, and I can't seem to let it go."

"What is it?"

Nakia released a sigh. "She said that Kya wasn't there."

That made Sizwe's eyes grow like saucers. "But she's gone. How is that possible?"

"I don't know," she answered with a shrug.

"Can you excuse me for a bit?"

With a nod, Nakia got up from the window cushion and left his office.

In the morning, she got word of an emergency council meeting to discuss what she shared with her father the night before, but she didn't bother to attend. She wasn't in the mood to sit in a semi-circle to talk about the possibility of bringing back their loved ones, not when the reality of everyone's disappearance was right in front of them. This wasn't the time for fantasies and false hopes, just the real world grounding them all with a sense of purpose. The only way Nakia would get that was in Oakland, where she will work until the Outreach Center in Haiti was complete.

~~~

Haiti, Outreach Center – 2025

Years passed, and things changed.

Looking in the mirror, Nakia's hands brushed the auburn locs off her shoulders to scoop them into a ponytail. She wasn't always one for commitment, but the decision to loc her hair came a couple of years prior when she learned that a mother of one of her students was a loctician. She had thought about it for years in Wakanda, but she took that as a sign from Bast to finally do it. Things were already different for her then, and the new hairstyle was her way of opening up to the change. Embracing it so to speak. And finally, it was something on her own terms.

Nakia secured the ponytail with a hair tie and sighed at what she was about to do. She hadn't contacted home in a while, not since her father called two years ago to tell her that Kya and the others returned by some miracle. Work that day had been stressful, so the only thing she was in the mood for was a cup of ramen and Abbot Elementary reruns. He relayed the news via a voice message she didn't hear till the next morning. He even put Kya on the message so she could hear her voice, but denial clouded her judgment, and she deleted the message, angry at her father for playing a cruel trick on her. That's why she hadn't returned either of the several calls from him or her sister over the years.

The last call Nakia received from her sister was a week after T'Challa's passing made the news. He had been sick for a while, meaning there would be no miraculous return from him. He was gone for good this time. After two days of locking herself in her home to mourn the loss of the man she never fell out of love with, she buried herself in work to keep a sense of normalcy in her life. She didn't even make an effort to attend his funeral.

As Nakia twirled a loc that strayed from her ponytail around her finger, she waited patiently for Shuri to answer the call, wanting to know how she was doing and how things were back home. However, she was asked to leave a message, much like the other calls to the young genius. She took the silence in stride and pressed on her beads again to contact her father. When he didn't answer, she figured he was busy in the office or pretending to like the Border Tribe Elder enough to play golf against him. The only person she could think to call was her sister, but she doubted there would be an answer, as she still didn't believe Kya would be on the other end. Closing her eyes, she said a quick prayer to Bast and took the plunge. Her call was immediately ignored and sent to voicemail, which made her sigh again, this time in defeat.

They were angry at her and there weren't enough apologies in the world to make up for not returning home, especially for T'Challa's funeral.

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Nakia spent most of the next day completing paperwork in her office. She was a workaholic, a fact she knew all too well, but never got help for. If she had continued her regular therapy sessions, Dr. Idowu would say she needed a proper work-life balance, like a hobby or hanging out with friends. Problem is, Nakia hadn't developed much of either. There was her frenemy Juleka, but she was only useful for nights at the club or bar or the occasional movie or dinner if Nakia didn't want to go alone.

Nakia took a break from the paperwork for a few minutes to close her eyes and soak up the sounds of the children playing outside, her nerves instantly relaxing at their joy. She hadn't thought much about having children, especially since the accident that left her with scarred fallopian tubes, but she enjoyed the sounds of their laughter and playing.

"I bet I can do it and you'll owe me a snack cake when I do," a familiar voice caught Nakia's attention, and she sat up in her chair to look outside her window. Sure enough, eleven-year-old Juna Yves was swinging on the monkey bars, ready to climb them to impress her classmates.

Storming out of her office, Nakia made a beeline toward the playground to stop Juna from hurting herself. As soon as she walked outside, she found the eleven-year-old with her foot on the second bar, preparing to put it on the top bar. "Juna!" She scolded the young girl with her hands on her hips. "Get down from there, now!"

The little girl narrowed her eyes at Nakia, but backed down when the headmistress folded her arms. "You know, Miss Nakia, you should really learn to lighten up," she said while climbing off the monkey bars.

Nakia rolled her eyes, but a smile twitched at the corner of her lips. "I'll lighten up when you learn to stay out of trouble."

"I am no trouble at all." Juna stuck her nose in the air, her words and demeanor reminding Nakia of when Kya would do the same thing when she told her to stay out of trouble.

Nakia shook the thought out of her mind before smirking at the little girl. "Why don't you come with me to check on the plants?"

That got Juna to smile, meaning she wasn't thinking about climbing the monkey bars for now. "I don't mind. Besides, I have to teach you everything."

Nakia let Juna walk in front of her, so the child wouldn't see her rolling her eyes, then followed her to the area where they grow the indoor plants. "This is beautiful," she complimented the garden croton Juna had been growing for months. "I might let you keep it in your room."

Before Juna could answer, a voice Nakia hadn't heard in years, greeted her in Haitian Creole. "Bonjour."

She jumped in startlement and turned to lock eyes with the tall, chestnut-skinned woman, who smiled back at her.

Nakia turned back to Juna and patted her shoulder. "Ale lave. Li preske tan pou repa aswè (Go wash up. It's almost time for the evening meal)."

"Wi madam (yes ma'am)," Juna replied with a sweet smile, and walked off, making sure to greet the woman that just approached them.

As soon as Juna disappeared, Nakia gazed at the woman in front of her, keeping her tears at bay. "Queen Mother."

The pair walked the halls while she explained how she was able to use the resources to provide better education as well as food for the children. The conversation was going well until Ramonda abruptly changed it to a heavier topic.

"You were missed at T'Challa's funeral."

Nakia sighed, knowing that was coming. She walked over to the nearby railing and gripped it while hiding her incoming tears away from Ramonda.

"It's been six years since you left us. We thought you would at least come back for the ceremony. If not for him, for your sister. She misses you."

Nakia turned to her as her bottom lip trembled. "I miss her too."

That made Ramonda raise an eyebrow. "You speak as if she's still gone."

Nakia didn't say anything because in her heart, Kya was. Even if she has heard her sister's voice via the messages sent from her, it wasn't enough to make her go home. She wanted to believe that her omncinci was back there waiting for her to return, but she worried that she'd go there and find that Kya hadn't returned and her mind had been playing tricks on her. It didn't help that the voice messages have stopped.

"I was afraid," was all Nakia could say before returning her gaze to Ramonda. "I thought if I went back there and she wasn't there…I couldn't handle it. And now that T'Challa's gone…" her voice trailed off as more tears threatened to fall.

"Nakia," Ramonda affectionately addressed her, placing a hand on her cheek. "No matter where you go, you will always be Wakandan. You know death isn't the end. It wasn't for her, and it isn't for T'Challa."

Nakia sniffled and sucked up her remaining tears. "How is she?"

"She is well, but that's not the reason I came."

Nakia wiped at her eyes, so Queen Mother would know that she was fully listening.

"Shuri has been taken."

This made Nakia furrow her brows. "What?"

"You have infiltrated different nations before."

Nakia immediately shook her head, knowing what Ramonda was asking her. "Oko kwakukudala (that was a long time ago). I was a different person then."

"I need someone who could find where she's being held and rescue her without being seen."

Nakia nodded in understanding, seeing the desperation in Ramonda's eyes. "Yes, Queen Mother. But who on earth would risk war with Wakanda?"

#black panther fanfiction #wakanda forever fanfic #black panther imagine #wakanda forever imagine #nakia fanfiction #nakia imagine #nakia & oc #lupita nyong'o #kya shauku #kia & kya forever series #river tribe elder #isaach de bankolé #unathi shauku #queen naomi #trinity fatu #queen ramonda #angela basset

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Nakia/Namora ficlet

Off I go to rarepair hell!

I have written Nakia/Namora. It will probably be the only fic for this pairing. Thank you in advance to anyone who reads MCU rarepairs.

You can find it here on AO3.

Pairing: Nakia/Namora

Rating: General

Word count: 729

Summary: Namora plans to kill Nakia in retribution for the Talokanil woman slain. She doesn’t plan to find her so beautiful.

Namora had a spear she wished to dull upon one surface dweller’s ribs. If this woman could sneak into their caves, then she could sneak onto this woman’s beach. But as she gripped her spear tight in her fingers, she saw a small boy tug at his mother’s skirts, run screaming in delight as she made herself a monster mask of seaweed. It would do no good to kill the child under their alliance. This had to be done without a fuss, without anyone knowing.

She would watch.

Namora watched for many days. She watched the surface woman sew shells from her lands into her hair. She watched her teach all of the surface children about the sea. She taught them about all of the life that lives there, how important it is that humans respect and protect the ocean. She taught them that water connects all life. The woman talked about how she came from water, not the ocean but the rivers of Africa. She shared in hushed tones with the children that when she missed her homeland, she would come to the water and know that she was home.

Namora had drowned the woman's kin in those rivers. It had seemed so necessary at the time. She did not think she regretted what was done. The woman kept her pain well hidden from the children, and only by dark did she add more salt to the sea. Namora envied the way she released her pain.

And still she watched.

It infuriated her that she didn’t lure this woman to the ocean and be done with it. But when the little angelfish strayed too far from the woman and was pulled out to deep water, she did not let the boy drown. Namora saved him. She sent a gentle ray to swim him close to shore. She watched the way the woman, Nakia was her name, embraced him as the most precious object in the world. She watched the fear and sorrow she had hidden shine plain on her face. Namora wondered what it would be like to feel such grief. Hers was stored in the depths.

She found Nakia that night, alone on the beach. She let the water play at her feet.

“I know you’re out there. I can feel you watching me.”

Namora said, in her native tongue, “I came to bleed you for the sharks.”

Nakia said, also in Namora’s native tongue, “Then do it.”

Instead, Namora sat on the empty beach with her, a safe distance. The air felt so strange on her skin. She felt so light she might blow away. It took conscious effort to breathe only from her mouth, to let the salt flow. It was dangerous to be on land. It was dangerous to let Nakia live.

“I’m sorry, for the sister I took from you,” she said at length. Despite the danger, Nakia stared at the water, her arms wrapped around her knees. She still had shells in her hair. The moon made Nakia’s skin glow blue, like Namora's people. Namora swallowed a gulp of water and looked away.

“I’m not sorry for protecting my people,” Namora said because it was true. “She was my cousin. We are all related, every one of us. We’re all part of the same whole. To lose one of us is to lose all of us.”

The woman stared at the stars, her eyes heavy with longing. “I think I understand.”

Namora hesitated, drew up her own knees. “I am sorry for your pain. You are too beautiful to look so sad.”

Nakia held her gaze for just a moment, a small smile on her lips. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“For an air breather,” she retorted, standing to break this spell on her. She waded into the water. “Do not linger in the ocean should I change my mind.”

“Why did you save my son?” It was less curiosity and more a challenge. Namora frowned. She did not believe in the alliance. She believed the surface world was a threat. But maybe… maybe there was more to them. Maybe there was room for women with shells in their hair who glowed in the moon light.

Just before the water took her, she heard Nakia call: “How many hundreds of miles did you swim just to see me?”

Too many, and not enough.

#black panther wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #nakia #namora #nakia x namora #nakia fanfiction #namora fanfic #rarepair #unrequited crush

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Jupiter Brain Snare

A quick, QUICK something. Happy Spooky Szn! I usually avoid pairing two real people so there's no smut because that could be weird for them and awkward. Anyways... lol

Pairing: Winston Duke x Lupita Nyongo

Tags: Hypnosis, Sex Pollen

Winston was a humble plant dad searching Lowes for the perfect plant to take home while his wife Lupita searched for perfect shade of green paint to go in the study. Winston needed a unique and impressive plant that could thrive without direct sunlight. Lupita suggested a peace lily, but as he explained, it was too basic. Lowes' selection in itself was basic. He was getting frustrated.. until he noticed a wet pink flyer between two plants. A nearby grower was boasting of unique crossbreeds with a business called Rare & Cool Plantz.

He called the number first to make sure the sellers were home before heading the 10 minutes in their direction to view their selection. They were a dodgy European couple from a city he hadn't heard of in Austria. He made it a mental memento to google Hallstatt when he left. There were all sorts of odd and unique looking plants, one in particular catching his fancy. It was a white jellyfish plant. It looked like something that would be found deep underwater but it also seemed to be thriving.

"That's a Jupiter Brain Snare."

"What's the maintenance?"

"It's so bland, what about these orange ones," Lupita stood next to large flower bulbs shaped like stars.

"Those are Tiger Scratch," the man pointed but Winston had made his decision.

"I'll take this.. Jupiter Brain Snare.

"Water every other hour."

Every other hour? It was high maintenance. That would be an impossible task. Still, he wanted it. He paid $50 to sit it the computer desk and admire it constantly watering the soil every hour until he was sleepy, his head nodding. He couldn’t be vigilant all the time between work and sleep. He went nine hours without watering his plant to find it drooping. A little stream woke it up, but it wasn't the same so he sat as he intended to do with his laptop and worked away, only stopping when his head began to drop. He'd jolt and keep typing as if she weren't just asleep and then he'd be out again.

He opened his eyes to his wife standing before him in bright orange lingerie he'd never seen and an orange feather boa. She dropped her matching orange strappy heel on the desk and yanked him up by his collar. He watched her full red painted lips as she whispered something he did not hear and she pushed him backward, back into his seat. His heart was pounding as she rounded the desk and sat on it parting her thighs and wrapping his neck with the boa. He was in heaven when she pulled him in, motorboating between her thighs.

"Hnn," he woke with a start wiping his drool and steadying himself in his chair. "LULU."

"What," she appeared wide-eyed. "I'm on the phone." She was in brown overalls, her locs tied back with a scarf. He shook his head and she left him sitting still clinging to the dream. He woke his computer and began to type again, mumbling to himself.

"Now what did you want," Lupita reappeared in a bright red bodysuit with red patent leather thigh high boots. His jaw dropped. "You called me for a reason," she approached sweeping everything off the desk and shutting the laptop. She sat it on the lounge chair. Then she climbed over the desk and stood watching him as he gazed up at his giantess, enviting her size 8.5 stilleto boot to his face. She was stepping on him like a little submissive bug and he was growing hard watching her taunting red lipped smile. "Are you a good boy, Winston?"

"Yes my Kenyan-Mexican goddess," he whimpered feeling the cold water when he snapped awake seeing his wife's concerned face at the entrance of the study in the same brown overalls with an oven mitt.

"Winston," she stared, "Are you okay? You've been acting weird." She approached and he hid his erection with his hand. "Winston.. are you having sex dreams," she grinned now close to his face. He didn't want to admit something that made him feel like a pubescent boy again. "Winston," she teased poking at him.

"Maybe I should take a break, this work is making me delirious. I'll be in the room."

"Rawrr," Lupita growled after him smiling as he turned the corner to head to their bedroom. He couldn't sleep. Away from the desk he was wide awake. He decided to go bother his wife in the kitchen, tasting the food and horseplaying until she kicked him out. He hung around instead making kissy faces in her peripheral. "WINSTON," she marched back to his desk. "You're driving me crazy, what about your work.."

"I'll finish dinner and youu.. finish reading through that report for me, I can't focus."

"Don't burn my rice!"

"I am African, I don't burn rice!"

Lupita settled in the desk chair and woke her husband's laptop finding a document with a lot of text. He had four windows open and then outlook and teams. "Okay," she sighed looking at the white jellyfish plant that sat in front of her. It looked bigger than usual. It had little white vines that weren't there before. She did a double take and started to read aloud. About 8 lines in her eyelids began to droop. She smelt something distinct. It was that plant! "WIN- wins-," she slurred seeing him re-enter the study sweaty all over, glowing and oiled in loincloth with an axe over his shoulder.

"Sweetheart I'm going to chop wood in the forest. A man's nature calls." His voice was deep and very un-American. His pecs danced as he headed out the door.

"I'm coming," she scooted behind him grabbing her keys. She watched his juicy ass and powerful thighs from behind reaching out for a handful when she heard a loud smash and fall. She was back in the desk chair salivating and staring dead ahead. She wiped her mouth and Winston was standing fully clothed with a ladle in hand. The plant was a mess on the floor. He jumped on it stomping it like a snake.

"It's the plant," he swallowed.

The End

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#original #winston duke #mbaku imagine #mbaku #m'baku #black panther fanfiction #lupita nyong'o #lupita nyongo fanfiction #nakia black panther #nakia fanfiction

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yelena-belovas-gun · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

Requests: Open [★] Closed []

Rules:

Female reader only.

No poly relationships (only because I suck at them T-T)

No genderbending

Marvel Women Only <3

No homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia, etc.

Be nice when requesting

If you want to be tagged, let me know via dms or by anonymous ask <3

Key:

Fluff (♥︎)

Angst (△)

Smut (★)

characters below the cut, my little bao buns <3

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Maya Lopez

Don't You Dare (♥︎)

Intruders (♥︎)

Miniseries:

Last Resort Part One Part Two

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Kate Bishop

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Natasha Romanoff

Overworked (♥︎)

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Wanda Maximoff

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Carol Danvers

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Kamala Khan

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Nakia Bahadir

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MORE CHARACTERS WILL BE ADDED OVER TIME <;3

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ihearttish · 1 year

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ouweee.. it be the low eyes fa me baby 🙇🏽‍♀️

#black panther #letitia wright #nakia black panther #riri williams #riri black panther #shuri udaku #princess shuri #dominique thorne #lupita nyong'o #blackgirlmagic #shuri fanfiction #shuriri #shuri smut #riri x shuri

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tchallasbabymama · 1 year

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I KNOW that after seeing Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, y'all are gonna want more M'Baku (and Killmonger)...

So here's a handy guide to my stories. Plus, a look at what's to come for those of you who are new and don't know what to look forward to yet.

Series in pink, oneshots in blue. Everything is 18+ ONLY!

First off, my M'Baku fanfics:

M'Baku's Love

Ménage à Trois

Ménage à Trois Part Deux (coming soon)

Her Throne

Girl of His Dreams

Ready

Tea and Tattoos

Used

Blossoming Ashes (coming soon)

Next up, Erik "Killmonger" Stevens:

All For Us

Black Lace

Baby Body

Don't Forget About Us

The Wedding Guest

Teamwork

The Temple

Also, I have one Shuri fic that I wrote as a way to process my grief.

Stay tuned for more M'Baku! There may or may not be more Killmonger, but I have a Ramonda fic and an Okoye x Nakia fic coming soon!

T'Challa stories here if you're interested💜.

#cecewritessometimes #m'baku fanfiction #killmonger fanfiction #ramonda fanfiction #shuri fanfiction #okoye fanfiction #nakia fanfiction

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Unexpected Baggage (Pt 2) — X-Men First Class & Ms. Marvel Fic

Erik sorted through the piles and piles of loose leaf evidence he had piled up over the years, trying to find some connection to the address the man from the bank had given him.

Strange girl with suspicious origins he was now responsible for aside, he was still planning on hunting down Shaw. In fact, knowing that he was doing the same thing to other kids made him all the more urgent.

Which meant he was going to have to arrange fake papers for Kamala, too, once he had an idea on who exactly he was searching for.

Speaking of Kamala, he craned his neck around to look at her sitting on the exact same seat she had taken upon entering the room. She was being strangely quiet.

"Everything okay?" He asked, trying to decide if that was a bad thing and if he really wanted the chatterbox back.

She grunted, eyes fixed on a strange plastic and metal device she was holding in her hands. It had a glowing screen on it, and music coming from some source, even though it was not nearly thick enough to contain a voice box.

"Are you okay just sitting in that chair for three hours?" He asked uncertainly.

"Mhm." She replied, jamming her hand on a button, "You told me to entertain myself, and I figured, might as well complete my X Pokedex while I'm stuck with no WiFi."

"... Pokedex?"

Her eyes snapped up like a shark that had smelled blood, "You don't have Pokemon here?"

"Uh..." He was beginning to regret asking. Yet his silence told her the truth.

Kamala inhaled sharply, grinning excitedly, "Oh, you're going to love this-"

He could be hunting down Shaw and his accomplices. It was disgusting that he had been walking free for more than a decade and yet the man was still breathing. Every minute wasted felt like a personal failure.

Yet, he spent an entire two hours being introduced to a video game(???) franchise about cutesy animal fighting rings, by a strange time-traveling girl. And it wasn't particularly fulfilling, but he couldn't find it in himself to consider that time wasted.

#erik has no idea how kids work tbh. it's worse when the kid is a timetraveler #i feel like he'd ask her if she likes chess since she mentions playing strategy games #and she goes. 'I'm a state champion in 5D Chess'#'in WHAT'#'yh 5D Chess. the one with time travel and multidimensional boards. it's the upgraded version'#'IT'S CHESS WHAT NEEDS TO BE UPGRADED'#'yk what's funny that's what my friend nakia said. but i turned out to be great at it so I'm not complaining'#kamala khan #ms marvel #erik lehnsherr #magneto #x men first class #fanfiction

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letitias-wife · 1 year

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Our Countries Greatest

Description: Anathi and the queen have arrived in Haiti a/n: mb yall...I meant to post this like 3 days ago... Warnings: mentioning past break up Word count: 1138

Chapter 1,

Chapter Two: Nakia, Daughter of Yaa

Anathi’s point of view

I was led into the throne room where Queen Ramonda and M’baku were seated.

“M’Bakuuuu.” I grinned, “Bagged the big dog huh?”

Ayo plucked the back of my head, “Shut up.”

“I’m just messing.” I chuckled, “Y’all all of a sudden can’t take a joke?”

“This is not the time for that, Anathi.” The Queen hushed me.

“What is it?” I scanned the room, “Where’s Shuri?”

“I’m sure you know already, Shuri’s been kidnapped.”

“Of-fucking-course she is.” I whispered under my breath, “What do you need me for?”

“I need you to retrieve her,” The Queen stood to her feet and slowly trotted towards me, her hands clasped together like my mother’s were a minute ago. “By any means necessary.”

“Have my mother do it.” I scoffed, “I have things to do.”

“You have no assignments for the next week.” She rested her hand on my shoulder, a small but fake smile on her face. Her grip tightened on my shoulder, I scrunch my face in disgust. Her eyes met mine, “I know you…care about my daughter-”

“I loved her.” I hissed, “You took her from me.”

“I did what was necessary to protect her.”

“Protect her from what?” I shifted my shoulder, knocking her hand away from me.

“You were not well then.” She said in a soft but assertive voice, the kind my mother used.

“Neither was she.” I snapped back, “None of us were.”

“Silence Anathi.”

“So you drag me here…in chains, insult me, yet beg for my help?” I chuckled and fiddled with my cuffs.

“Anathi, I wouldn’t have requested your presence if there were other options.”

“You’ve made that painfully clear.” I sighed, “When do I leave.”

The Queen looked somewhat shocked by my response, “In two days, we will fly to Haiti to retrieve Nakia then you two will leave.”

I shrugged, “Fine, but if she gets in the way-” I warned.

“She won’t.” M’baku chimed in, “I’m sure we won't have any repeats of that little incident.”

I glanced over at the fuzz-covered man, “Repeats of what M’baku?”

“Nevermind that.” Aneka leaped in front of me before I could say anything else.

Queen Ramonda waved her hand, “You are dismissed.”

I yanked my body away from Ayo and Aneka and stormed out of the throne room.

"I'll need a copy of the fight with my mother and these creatures," I spoke harshly as I rushed back to my room before tears could surface.

Queen Ramonda’s point of view

It came time to board the talon jet and Anathi was waiting in front of it, with two large duffel bags on either shoulder. She was dressed neatly in a skin tight suit that was similar to Nakia’s except her’s was a mix of gold and purple. She frowned when she saw me eyeing her outfit. Purple was not to be worn for today as respect to T’Challa.

“I don’t have anything else that’s not damaged.” She mumbled.

“I see.” I stopped and waited for her to board the jet. As she walked ahead of me I took note of the clanking and shuffling in her bag, “What did you bring with you?”

“I looked over some video footage of my mother fighting the fish people. They seem to have some indigenous descent. They were known for having incredible fighting skills, close to ours minus the tech advances.” She explained as we took flight.

“Which means?” I leaned down to closely observe what was in the bags as she opened them.

“I’m going to need larger blades, not sure which ones though.” She pulls out a few different swords and maces, “I couldn’t decide in time.”

I nodded and leaned back in my seat. I shut my eyes trying to relax before we reached Haiti. Praying to our gods that Shuri is safe and unharmed.

"I can't decide." Anathi says.

I only hummed back.

"I prefer small dual swords, good for close combat but-" She lifted a thin katana, "These will work best with his scythe as well."

"Dual swords, there are too many of them to fight with one sword alone." I chimed in before she could start rambling.

She nodded, "Seems like you know everything." She said in a joking yet serious tone.

My eyes flicked open to look down at her. She was squatting on the floor of the jet, hunched over her assortment of weapons. A focused and stressed look on her face. A face I remember all too well.

“You made her leave me?” She stood before me covered in sweat, her eyes pink from crying.

“Shuri is old enough to-”

“You told her to, I knew it.” She turned back to her sparring partner, aggressively fighting with tonfas. Her frustrated grunts turned into weeping as she continued to fight…

"Anathi." I called to her.

She only hummed.

"I'm sorry I influenced your breakup, but you know I was right."

"I know…" She whined.

"Then why do you-"

"I just miss her." She groaned, "I spent so much time with her for so long that without her I can't function."

"That is the problem, child." I said softly, "You should not depend on one person alone for happiness and peace."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "You sound like my mother."

"Maybe you should listen to her every once in a while."

"I don't need to." She stood up and placed her sheaths on her back, "I've heard it all before, 'I'm too weakminded' 'not ready' 'too hostile'" she recalled the insults with ease.

Her voice sounded a bit softer now, like she was on the brink of tears.

Anathi placed a set of knives into either of her boots that then retracted to match her suit.

"Your mother only wants what's best for you."

"Sure." She chuckled to herself and set her assortment of weapons back in their respective bags.

>Queen, we have arrived in Haiti<

Nakia's point of view

Toussaint and his group of friends rushed towards the center of the school to play followed by giggles and loud French-Haitian. I turned to face one of the older students, "Alors expliquez-moi comment vous- (so tell me how you-)"

"Mère! (Mother-)" A voice called out which I knew as my son's. I swiftly turned back to the group to see them missing from the courtyard. My eyes frantically scanned the school until my eyes landed on a familiar face.

"Bonjour." The woman said.

"Ikumkani wam. (My queen)" I slightly bowed, noticing another set of feet a few steps behind her. I straightened my back and watched the second woman approach me, Anathi.

Anathi, I haven't seen her in years. What has happened since I've been gone?

The queen gave me a somber look before speaking, "Nakia, I hate to disturb you at such a peaceful time but we need your help."

"Anathi…needs my help?" I chuckled, "What's going on?"

The queen took a deep breath, “Shuri has been kidnapped.”

Shit.

Chapter 1

#nakia gif #nakia #letitia wright shuri #attuma/reader #attuma #attuma x reader #attuma smut #attuma of talokan #and they were roommates #princess shuri #queen ramonda #shuri smut #smut #light angst #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther #black panther 2 spoilers #black panther fanfiction

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pnthrblk · 1 year

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Just saw Wakanda Forever, I cried three times yall. And when I say I cried, It was an ugly cry. It was literally perfect! The way they honored Chadwick was perfect. 1000000000/10! I want EVERYONE to win THAT DAMN OSCAR AND EMMY, MTV MOVIE AWARD. EVERY DAMN AWARD!!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

#black panther #erik killmonger #ororo munroe #t’challa #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #storm #shuri black panther #blackpantherwriter #black panther: wakanda forever #general okoye #tchalla #nakia fanfiction #x men storm #tchalla udaku

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bestfriend491 · 1 year

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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

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