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high-quality-tiktoks · 1 year

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Swimming down to Talokan was not as easy as it looked!🏊🏿‍♀️🌊🏝Safely supervised by XPT Life and Mark Roberts Fitness🏋🏿‍♀️

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tallulahchanel · 11 months

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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.

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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.

~~~

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?"

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sunandsstars · 11 months

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THE AVENGERS

Steve Rogers ‘Captain America’

Tony Stark ‘Iron Man’

Natasha Romanoff ‘Black Widow’

Clint Barton ‘Hawkeye’

Bruce Banner ‘Hulk’

Thor ‘God of Thunder’

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

Peter Quill ‘Star-Lord’

Gamora

Mantis

Nebula

Adam Warlock

WAKANDA FOREVER

T’Challa ‘Black Panther’

Erik Killmonger ‘N’Jadaka’

Shuri

Nakia Shauku

Okoye ‘Midnight Angel’

M’Baku

Namor ‘K’uk’ulkan’

Namora

Attuma

SPIDER-VERSE

Miles Morales ‘1610’

Gwen Stacy ‘Ghost-Spider’

Peter B Parker

Miguel O’Hara ‘2099’

Hobie Brown ‘Spider-Punk’

Peter Parker ‘Spider-Noir’

ETERNALS

Ajak

Ikaris

Sersi

Thena

Druig

Makkari

Kingo

Gilgamesh

X-MEN

Charles Xavier ‘Professor X’

Raven Darkhölme ‘Mystique’

Erik Lehnsherr ‘Magneto’

James Howlett ‘Wolverine’

Jean Grey ‘Phoenix’

Scott Summers ‘Cyclops’

Ororo Munroe ‘Storm’

Peter Maximoff ‘Quicksilver’

EXTRAS

Loki ‘God of Mischief’

Valkyrie

Wanda Maximoff ‘Scarlett Witch’

Pietro Maximoff ‘Quicksilver’

Bucky Barnes ‘Winter Soldier’

Scott Lang ‘Ant-Man’

Stephen Strange ‘Doctor Strange’

Kate Bishop ‘Hawkeye’

Peter Parker ‘Spider-Man’

Yelena Belova ‘Crimson Widow’

#masterlist 🖊️#marvel #eternals #x-men #avengers #guardians of the galaxy #superhero’s #x reader

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nzia-writes · 1 year

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T a l e s of B l a c k P a n t h e r

S e t i n :

F e a t u r i n g :

Ayo/Aneka

Okoye

Okoye + Ayo/Aneka

RiRi Williams

Shuri Udaku

Queen Ramonda

Nakia Shauku

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 2 years

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Can I get another Everkia fic please? 👀

I want to preface this for other readers by saying I have suspended my Character x Character rule for the Sleepover (it has been changed on my post). So Talullahchanel is not breaking the rules. That rule will go back once the Sleepover is done. But this pairing is so damn cute and perfect I don’t think I could resist anyway, lol!

So here’s a sequel to Rush. Enjoy!

Firsts - Everett Ross x Nakia Shauku

Summary: Firsts are great. And the best can lead to most important parts in your life.

Everett couldn’t believe he had actually asked Nakia on a date and she had agreed! He didn’t know where he could possibly take her after dinner until T’Challa told him of a trend that had started in America that Wakanda had adopted.

Speakeasies.

T’Challa, Ororo, and Nakia had come across one the last time they had visited in New York and instantly wanted to see how it would fair in their country. It was a huge hit so two more were built. T’Challa pointed Ross in the direction of the one that would be less busy for the date.

The pair traveled on foot through the city, arm in arm silently enjoying the night life. Live music played on the streets, restaurants were flowing with happy voices, children gathered around a cart vendor dispensing ice cream, and birds were singing from their nests. Everett couldn’t have asked for a better atmosphere for their walk.

They had already had dinner at one of Nakia’s favorite restaurants and now were approaching the hidden entrance to the bar. Everett flawlessly gave the password and Nakia quietly beamed over how much Everett’s knowledge of the language had improved since she first met him.

Everett rested a hand at the small of her back as he guided her through the speakeasy. T’Challa had told him as much detail as he could what the interior would look like so that way Everett could pay more attention to Nakia as they made their way to their seats. She was definitely impressed.

“Agent Ross,” she teased, “having you been visiting the Wakandan speakeasies when not in the palace?”

He leaned in and whispered in her ear as he grabbed her chair to pull out. “Please, you know to call me Everett. You’ve been doing it all night.”

She couldn’t help the shiver at his voice. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her. And two could play this game. “Yes...sir.”

Everett’s hands almost falter when he pushed her chair in. Oh, this was a dangerous game. Sure, it was only a first date and neither would go so far. But oh, how it would be fun to push that envelope.

He cleared his throat as he sat down across from Nakia. “T’Challa recommended this place. He talked about it so vividly, it almost feels like I had been here before.”

She smirked, knowing exactly what her ex-turned-friend had done. “Did he?”

A knowing smile crossed Everett’s face. “He did. He even recommended a drink to try. Though, I would like to know your opinion.”

“My opinion? What makes you think I’ve been here before?”

“I don’t. But, I trust your taste and you know the ingredients used around here better than I do.”

Her smile soften and she reached across the table to point at a drink on the menu. “This one. It’s bold and smokey. I believe you will love the flavor profile.”

Everett nodded his head and gestured at Nakia. “Ladies first.”

She ordered hers and Ev his and soon the two were chatting quietly over their drinks, unaware they had shifted closer.

Firsts always gave Everett a rush. The first time he had fired his gun. The first time he had aced a test at the academy. The first time he barrel rolled in his plane. The first time he apprehended a criminal.

But nothing compared to the rush firsts in a new relationship brought. The first date. The first time you make them smile. The first time you hear them laugh. The first time....

“Everett?”

“Hm?” He lifted his eyes from their linked hands to her warm, chocolate eyes.

“What are you thinking about?”

There was a light dusting of pink now on his cheeks and Nakia couldn’t help but hope he had been thinking the same as her.

“I was thinking...” he cleared his throat. “I was hoping...that is...may I kiss you?”

Now it was Nakia’s turn to feel her cheeks grow warm. “Yes, you may.”

Everett didn’t want to make a big show in public, so he leaned over and gave her a brief, but warm kiss which she happily returned.

Firsts were an amazing thing.

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Everything

@itsafansworld07

@that-chick212

@keetnerj01

@liadamerondjarin

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@tallulahchanel

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nalaomita · 2 years

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inspired by: nala // the lion king ; nakia shauku // black panther ; allie hamilton // the notebook ; leia organa // star wars ; haley james scott // one tree hill ; topanga lawerence // boy meets world

the basics ;

FULL NAME: nala behati omita AGE AND DATE OF BIRTH: 24 / august 7th HOMETOWN the kingdom of pride rock CURRENT LOCATION elias, california GENDER cis female PRONOUNS she / her MYERS BRIGGS esfj / the consul ALIGNMENT neutral good TRAITS courageous, selfless, competitive, stern ABILITIES expert spy, martial artist, and marksman / multilingualism / chakram mastery FACECLAIM ryan destiny

the basics ;

full name: nala behati omita age and date of birth: 26 / august 7th hometown the kingdom of pride rock current location elias, california gender cis female pronouns she / her myers briggs esfj / the consul alignment neutral good traits courageous, selfless, competitive, stern abilities expert spy, martial artist, and marksman / multilingualism / chakram mastery faceclaim r*yan d*estiny

present ;

nala’s bio can be found here.

her original reasoning for coming to elias was in attempt to find a way to stop scar - but that proved to be too vague of a goal. it took years just to figure out exactly scar was doing - and even now she’s not totally sure yet. as it turns out, he’s been in elias for months and she’s only just run into him for the first time ( dec ‘22 ). you can read about her and simba navigating that here.

reuniting with simba clouded the original plan, made it more complicated. operation ‘stop scar’ has since evolved into ‘operation take back the throne’, with nala switching from the driver’s seat to shotgun - and while it took a long time for simba and nala to find common ground, they’re finally working as a team. in fact, they’ve gotten to the point where they operate so smoothly on the same page that they’ve gotten comfortable. finding out about scar being in town, although should have been something they saw coming, throws nala through a loop. a reminder that, while they found temporary normalcy in elias - there’s nothing normal about their situation.

nala’s stance is very anti-maleficent, but it has nothing to do with mickey or elias. but to nala, any friend or collaborator of scar’s is an enemy to pride rock - and that’s all she knows about that.

past ;

* TW: some past events briefly mention death

nala omita was born on august 7, 1997 to tech mogul sarafina omita and her husband, hassian. she has an older brother (mheetu) who was born in 1992 (age 30 in 2022).

while the plan was to remove the family from santucci ran operations before mheetu and nala were old enough to understand them, nala had a hard time staying away from the family in question due to her strong friendships with simba and kiara. after simba’s apparent death, nala threw herself into protector mode, filling shoes she didn’t need to fill - this caused her parents to throw her into training. if nala wasn’t going to avoid this life, they’d all have to embrace it.

between nala’s role with the war lions and her mother’s growing empire with omita enterprises, the omita family has made a name for themselves in pride rock that has them integrated far more into politics than nala’s parents ever wanted to be. present day, omita enterprise has been pushed to be a key resource for scar’s current bridge between pride rock and elias - much to nala’s and her family’s dismay. while nala isn’t seeing the direct impact from across the globe, scar’s impact on the company is running it into the ground - risking more than anyone realizes by using it to coax other villains and flirt with power.

future ;

after the eventual downfall of scar, time will find nala returning to pride rock alongside simba as he embarks on his journey to become king.

nala steps into role of queen with grace, using that newfound platform to advocate for her people from a leadership role - far more effective than the reckless activism of her youth.

together simba and nala have two children ( davu & saskia ) and adopt a third ( zachary ), who eventually leads as king in the future.

connections ;

simba shauku - the love of her life ok

kiara shauku - longtime friend and confidant

angela nunnelley, meg dimitriou, haven lemos, & elizabeth swann - friends

raphael hamato - co worker

more to come - could be you !

#walt.intro

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why-i-love-comics · 3 years

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Black Panther #23 - "Wakanda Unbound" (2021)

written by Ta-Nehisi Coates art by Daniel Acuña, Ryan Bodenheim, & Chris O'Halloran

#black panther #malice #tchalla #nakia shauku #marvel #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers #wednesday spoiler

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 3 years

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Kia and Kya Forever Series

A series of imagines involving Nakia Shauku and her little sister, Kya Shauku (Lovie Simone).

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boryskowalski · 5 years

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tallulahchanel · 2 years

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Beautiful Ones (Chapter 4)

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"I didn't know you had a car," Nakia told Everett that morning before he went to the office.

From the driver's side of a silver Mercedes-Benz, Everett glanced at her with a grin. "I don't drive often since New York is a walk-able city, and I can take an Uber anywhere."

Nakia nodded at his words, but kept her eyes on him while he cruised through the traffic. Smooth Jazz played on the radio, blocking out the sounds of obnoxious honking, and a vanilla-scented car freshener filled the air. She closed her eyes and inhaled, releasing a calming exhale. Something about being with him in this car felt just right. They didn't need to talk, just sit there and soak in each other's presence.

"If you don't mind me asking," he interrupted the peaceful silence, "when are you returning home?"

She enjoyed the serenity for another minute before opening her eyes and watching the scenery. "This afternoon."

"Really?" Everett glanced at her briefly and returned his gaze to the road. "So soon?"

Nakia nodded. "I have work to get back to."

When Everett came to a stoplight, he turned to Nakia with a kind grin. "Mind if I see you off?"

She locked eyes with him while furrowing her brows. "You want to see me off?"

"Yes."

Her lips curled into a tight-lipped smile. "Okay, why?"

He shrugged. "I guess I want to make sure you leave safely."

Nakia's lips parted, revealing her perfectly white teeth. Her smile didn't last long because the car stopped in front of the Plaza.

"Looks like we're here," Everett announced, to the War Dog's dismay. She wished the ride could go on longer, but Agent Ross had a job to attend.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." He gave her one last smile and waited until she was safely inside before driving off.

The stride towards her suite felt like a walk on a cloud, and once she entered, she leaned against the door with a contended sigh. Her light mood soon ended when she walked in to see her little sister sitting on the couch in a hotel robe and scraping the bottom of a room service bowl. When Kya looked at her with wide eyes, she tilted her head in return. "Ice cream for breakfast?"

"I ordered it with an omelet and a side of bacon."

She narrowed her eyes. "Kya."

The youngest sibling removed a silver covering, revealing a salmon benedict plate. "I got something for you too."

Nakia grinned at her sister's endearing actions, but shook her head nonetheless. "Thank you, but I'm mad that you ordered room service. I leave you alone overnight, and this is what you do. Did you throw a wild party while I was gone too?"

Instead of a verbal response, Kya looked down and scraped the last milky morsel of her ice cream.

"Kya!"

"Okay." The youngest sibling threw her hands up in defeat. "Salina took me out to a couple of clubs and I came back around 2 a.m."

She blinked. "That's dangerous!"

"Technically, I was safer at a club than you were with an arm's dealer."

Nakia massaged her temples. "Were you hurt?"

"No, but I met a celebrity." Releasing a squeal, Kya grabbed her iPhone so she could show her sister the picture.

She squinted at the photo because of bad lighting."Who is that?"

"Ginuwine, duh."

Nakia raised a skeptical brow. "He looks....different."

"His Pony era was forever ago, so..." Kya trailed off with a shrug and took her phone from her sister.

The eldest sibling shook her head. "Did you talk to King T'Challa about your punishment?"

Kya sighed heavily, as if hoping Nakia would've forgotten about that. "I have to drive around Wakandan elderlies and infirmed for a month."

She nodded and took a seat on the couch adjacent to her sister. "I see you got off easy. Make sure to thank Queen Naomi."

"I will." Kya sat next to her and gave her the plate of salmon benedict. "Now, how was your night?"

Nakia grabbed the fork and cut off a piece of salmon. "Nothing happened that you can run your mouth to the market about."

The youngest sibling rolled her eyes. "Do you really think I'm the reason those rumors about you went around the market?"

"Yes," Nakia answered without a second thought.

"No!” Kya replied defensively. “I told one person you broke up with my physics instructor to work on yourself. I don't know how this massive story went around about how you're too independent for a stable relationship, and you'll probably spend your retirement with a house full of panthers. And you haven't exactly done anything to dispel those rumors."

She looked at her baby sister with narrowed eyes. "Thank you, mouth of Wakanda."

"You're welcome," Kya replied with a big smile. "So, you and Agent Ross?"

"We are just friends."

"Just friends, or just friends with benefits? Or is this one complicated as well?"

Nakia narrowed her eyes again. "Leave it alone."

Kya smirked at her defensive tone and sung, "Nakia and the colonizer, sitting in the tree. K-I-S-S-"

"Can you stop?!" She rolled her eyes at her sister's antics.

"Fine, but you can't tell me you don't have feelings for him."

"I thought you were against me dating anyone."

"No, I was against you dating my physics instructor. Agent Ross, I'm surprisingly okay with."

Nakia rolled her eyes. "You can forget about it. He is not interested in me, and even if he was, you know the River Tribe would have a rhino if I were to date a colonizer."

"Okay, and? These are the same people who think I'm irresponsible just because I pulled a few harmless pranks."

"It is a little childish," Nakia added while eating her food.

"Well, excuse me for having fun."

She swallowed the last of her breakfast and set the plate aside. "Are you packed and ready to go?"

Kya facepalmed herself. "I almost forgot to tell you. Stefanie, Salina’s mother, invited us for dinner at the Taj Lounge at 7."

Nakia narrowed her eyes again. "Did you do something that's gonna cost me money?"

"No," she reassured her with a warm smile. "She liked my charming personality and wanted to meet the wonderful woman that raised me."

Nakia stale faced her. "Mhm. The truth, this time."

Kya shrugged."I actually don't know why she wants to meet you, but this is a good reason for you to pull out that leopard-print dress. I can even coordinate with my zebra-print one."

The mention of that dress made Nakia release an exasperated sigh. "Why do you want me to wear it so badly? It's not even that special."

"It accentuates your big beautiful eyes."

She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the compliment. "I'll consider it."

"Great," she returned Nakia's smile. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed for the afternoon. See you when I get back."

Nakia furrowed her brows at her sister's retreating form. "Where are you going?"

Kya turned back to face her. "Salina and I are attending an afternoon game at the Yankee Stadium. I'm just going for the hot dogs."

She opened her mouth to speak, but her sister cut her off before she could breathe a syllable.

"I know. Stay out of trouble." Kya playfully rolled her eyes.

"Yes." Nakia stood up to stretch her legs. "And I should go shower."

"Don't think about Agent Ross while you're in there." Kya smirked and dodged the pillow her sister had chucked at her. Laughing loudly, she disappeared into the other bedroom.

Once Nakia got herself settled in the shower, she allowed the warm water to caress her muscles while the conversation between her and Kya replayed in her head. She never thought much about her interaction with Agent Ross, but she had to admit that something was there.

The day he jumped in front of that bullet for her, she was sure he was only doing his job, just like she did hers when she covered him from sustaining further damage. It would be against the oaths they took if they allowed the other to get hurt. Sitting by his side while he recovered was the least she could do, something she’d want if the tables were turned.

Looking back, Nakia realized it was that moment in the office that changed their dynamic. Bringing him to Wakanda for healing was her idea, but her studies of colonization made her wary of what he may do with Wakanda's secret. Even now, she's still waiting for him to lead the US Government towards Wakanda with armies to conquer them. If that happens, Bast better keep her from tearing him apart with her bare hands. Still, that day in T'Challa's office did something to her. The way he tried to get information out of her and she would shut him down with her quick wit excited her in more ways than one. She only ever felt that way in the fields, and...

Nakia's eyes popped open at the thought crossing her mind, but she instantly regretted it when soap from her second coat of shampoo got in them. She closed them again and rinsed the suds out.

There was no way Nakia had those feelings for Agent Ross. Besides, her heart belonged to T'Challa. He was the only man that made it flutter when his arms were around her, or her knees weak when he would smile. Then again, she didn't remember feeling that way when he placated her with a smile at the grand opening party. But she was so annoyed that day from everything going wrong and she wasn't in the mood for his games.

Somehow, Agent Ross was different.

Nakia remembered waking up in his arms that morning and how relaxed she felt as his hands rubbed her lower back. She could even recall the soothing sound of his heartbeat comforting her while she slept. She hadn’t felt that since T’Challa, and she never felt that way with Tunde, even after they would make love. Probably because he was a rebound, but maybe she'd feel different if their connection was more genuine.

She closed her eyes again and imagined Agent Ross's hands on her lower back again. She could tell he tried to stay within respectable boundaries when it came to touching her, but she questioned if it would offend her had his hand grazed her behind. It was obvious he had a type if one were to look at her then his partner.

And that was another thing. His partner.

Their dynamic gives her mixed signals. On one hand, it seems like Agent Greene makes him uncomfortable with her advances and snide remarks. On the other, Agent Ross hasn’t asked her to stop. She wasn’t sure if Agent Greene wasn’t getting the hint, or if it was a game of hard-to-get between them. Either way, Nakia couldn’t help basking in the joys of putting her in her place. The War Dog loved playing tit-for-tat, mostly with Naomi, and Agent Greene was a formidable opponent. She wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

Shaking her head out of her thoughts, Nakia realized that she's acting like a teenage girl fighting another one over a boy. Heaving a sigh, she turned off the shower, dried her body, and wrapped the towel around herself. As she lotioned her skin, she told herself those thoughts were done. No more thinking about Kya's words, him, and especially not that woman.

That was all done.

~~~

So much for being all done.

He was at the Taj Lounge that night with Salina and her mother. She isn't sure why his presence surprised her, since she encouraged him to see his former wife while she's in town.

“Miss Nakia,” he greeted her as he stood up from the table. “I didn’t know you were coming. I thought you had left already.”

Nakia gave him a warm smile. "I sent you a message earlier that Kya and I are in town for another night.”

With furrowed brows, Everett pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that he had several voicemails and texts messages he left unanswered. "My apologies. I got swamped with work, and by the time I caught up, it was time to meet these two."

“They’re working you way too hard over there,” a feminine voice caught her attention, and she smiled at the red-haired woman that removed a cherry from her drink, stuck it in her mouth, and chewed. It didn’t take Nakia’s spy skills to figure out she was Salina’s mother. The uncanny resemblance with their pale-ivory skin, auburn hair, and freckles gave it away. Though, Salina’s freckles were more visible than her mother’s. If the War Dog didn’t know any better, she would think they were the same person, either a clone experiment or a time traveler, and were posing as mother and daughter as a cover.

Everett gave her a pleasant smile. “This is Stefanie, my former wife and still good friend.”

As she stood up to greet her, Nakia extended her hand out for a shake, but got engulfed in a warm hug instead. “It’s nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you.”

The hug caught her off-guard at first, but she returned it.

“Sorry about that,” Stefanie apologized when she pulled away. “I’m a hugger.”

Nakia gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s quite alright.”

As Stefanie’s eyes scanned her, the War Dog feel she would shrink under her gaze until the red-haired woman stopped and gave her another smile.

“I don’t mean to stare, but I’m blown away by how beautiful you are. They told me you were gorgeous, but no one mentioned you’re downright breathtaking.”

“I told you so,” Salina, Kya, and Everett said in unison, causing Nakia’s cheeks to warm.

“Thank you. I hope my omncinci didn’t talk your ear off all night about me.”

“Are you kidding me?” Stefanie chuckled and pulled Kya into a one-armed hug. “I like her so much. I practically want to adopt her.”

Kya returned the hug with a smirk. “What can I say? I have a quality about me that makes it hard not to love me.”

“Most times,” Nakia playfully rebutted, earning herself an eye-roll from Kya. “I see where Salina gets her beauty from.”

"Thank you. Although, I had a brief phase of dying my hair blonde after the divorce. That was fun.”

“I can imagine.” Nakia gave her an understanding smile as she reached for a chair.

“I got that,” Everett told her before pulling the chair out for her.

“Thank you.” She took her seat. It was next to Kya, who sat next to Salina, who was next to her mother, and right in between Stefanie and herself was Agent Ross. As if she needed to be this close to him at the moment.

“So Ms. Nakia,” Stefanie's voice grabbed her attention, “Kya here tells me you're a spy.”

Nakia narrowed her eyes at her sister, who shrugged.

“She asked, and I told her.”

She locked eyes with Stefanie. “Let me guess, she also said that Agent Ross took a bullet for me.”

Stefanie nodded while sipping her drink. “I'm not surprised. Ev always liked to jump in and save the day.”

Her brow raised while an amused smile crossed her lips. "Ev?"

“My nickname,” he answered with red cheeks of embarrassment. “She's called me that since we were children. And she's also being facetious."

Stefanie swatted him playfully. “Oh Ev, come on. You remember that time Salina fell off the counter, and you jumped over the couch and ducked under the table just to catch her?”

Nakia chuckled at the imagery, noticing the increasing redness in his cheeks. “That was very brave of you, Agent Ross.”

“Thanks,” he replied sarcastically, presumably embarrassed.

“I mean it,” she told him while placing a hand on his shoulder, which made him lock eyes with her.

“So,” Stephanie's voice interrupted the moment, “what's everyone drinking? Obviously, I'm having another cocktail.”

“I'm having a cocktail too,” Salina answered her.

“Margarita for me,” Kya said with a smile. “I'm in the mood for something sweet and sour.”

"I'm getting a Sprite," Everett said. "Have to stay alert since I'm on call tonight."

"You work too hard, Ev," Stefanie told him.

“I know, but it's my job.”

“Yes,” Stephanie replied with a smile, but Nakia could sense that she adorned it to hide something. “I know how much your job means to you.”

‘I’m gonna have white wine," the War Dog cut through the tension that started forming.

Everett smiled at her. "You like white wine?"

She nodded. "I enjoy red as well, just prefer it with company."

“Maybe I could be your company some time.”

Nakia fought back a smile as she told him, “I just might take you up on that offer.”

Everyone else seemed to disappear from the table as they locked eyes again.

“I forgot to tell you how much I like your dress,” he complimented her with a warm smile. “It really brings out your eyes.”

Now it was time for her cheeks to warm. Maybe Kya wasn't too far off for suggesting she wear that dress tonight. "Thank you. You’re looking handsome yourself."

He really did in his powder blue jean button-up and khaki slacks. He always looked relaxed outside of his usual attire of suits. Like a real person, instead of the perfect, picturesque agent that purses his lips a certain way to appear intimidating, but he really looks like an adorable hedgehog with an attitude problem.

Kya’s words, not her own.

“So,” Stefanie's voice cut through them for the second time that night, “two cocktails, wine, a margarita, a soda, and how about sliders for the table? No worries, it's all on me."

“Well, in that case,” Kya started, but Nakia immediately snatched the menu from her.

“That doesn't give you permission to order the entire left side of the menu.”

The younger sibling rolled her eyes playfully while taking the menu back. “Fine.”

It didn't take long for everyone to fall into a friendly and relaxed vibe while chatting and laughing along with their meals.

“And that's the last time I'll ever put dish soap in a fountain on a dare,” Kya finished a story about a prank she pulled in secondary school, and took another bite of her vegetable curry.

Stefanie sipped on her third cocktail. “If I didn't know any better, I would think you two" - she gestured between Kya and Salina - “were kindred spirits.”

Salina shrugged at her mother's statement. “I like excitement. I get it from you.”

“Actually,” Everett interjected, “you got that from me.”

“I know the shy wallflower didn't just say that.” Stefanie waved off his statement while her eyes found Nakia's. “You should've seen him. This man would always stand against the wall at parties and school dances. A couple of times, I had to give him spiked punch just to get him to loosen up.”

“And I still have that knot on my head from tumbling over Gary Benson's foosball table at his basement party." He rubbed his head as if the aforementioned knot began throbbing.

“But you had a good time.” She gave him a smirk, which he returned like a secret form of communication between them.

“That was the night I asked out Millie Watson, the captain of the cheer-leading team. I had the biggest crush on her.”

Salina furrowed her brows at that. “I thought you two dated since you were children?”

Stefanie shook her head. “No, honey. I said we were friends since then. We didn't start dating until senior year, after Millie Watson moved away and my boyfriend dumped me because he wanted to start college as a single man.”

“For the record, I beat him up before he left.”

“I knew you would. That's why I told Allison to tell you.”

Everett's jaw dropped. “Ally told me she found out from neighborhood gossip.”

“The neighborhood gossip being me.” Stephanie smiled bashfully while sipping her drink.

Nakia had silently watched them, and admittedly, she enjoyed their interactions. It was obvious they were great friends, but the War Dog couldn't understand why a marriage between them didn't work.

Before she had time to really ponder that thought, she heard a familiar voice that made her suppress the urge to roll her eyes. She wasn't alone because the atmosphere at their table changed from chilled and relaxed to pure dread.

“Agent Ross?” Savannah Greene sauntered over to their table in a tight black leather dress and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't plan on running into you tonight."

"Hello, Agent Greene," he greeted her with a grin, but subtly shrugged her hand off. "I'm having dinner with family."

“I see.” Her eyes found Salina, and she gave her a smile. “Hi Salina. I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I like it that way,” she replied with a faux-friendly smile, which made Nakia fight back a laugh.

Savannah smirked before her eyes landed on Stephanie. “Hi, you must be the infamous former wife I’ve heard so much about.” She walked over to her and held her hand out. “Agent Greene, his partner.”

Stefanie looked her up and down, then sipped her cocktail without shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Savannah returned her hand to her side and placed it on Everett's shoulder again as she finally made eye contact with her. “Oh, Miss Nakia. I didn’t know you were here as well. I thought you returned home.”

“I was invited.” A smirk crossed her lips, knowing that word got under Savannah’s skin, which she loved.

“I’m sure you miss home,” the blonde woman replied with her own smirk.

“We’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m sure Agent Ross would come visit Wakanda again some day.” Nakia smirked again, knowing she had Savannah right where she wanted her.

Her blue eyes looked the War Dog up and down, then gave her a faux-friendly smile. "Nice dress. It looks...animalistic."

Nakia bit the inside of her lip, knowing that Savannah got her. Well played, Agent Greene.

"Did that sound like shade to you?" Kya whispered to her. She narrowed her eyes at the blonde woman, but subtly nodded at her sister’s question. In the corner of her eye, she could see Kya leaning over to whisper to Salina, "The plan is taking longer than I'd like, but trust that it's in motion." Salina nodded and sipped her cocktail as Nakia raised a suspicious brow at them.

“As much as I hate to leave you,” Savannah’s voice caught her attention again, and she looked over to see the blonde woman smiling down at Everett, “I should get back to having dinner with my brother. But it was nice running into you.”

“Can’t say the same for you,” Kya mumbled under her breath, earning herself a pinch from Nakia. “Ow!”

“Enjoy your meal,” the blonde woman said to everyone else at the table before her eyes found Everett’s again. “And I’ll see you at the office first thing in the morning.”

Nakia narrowed her eyes as Savannah brushed her hand against his shoulder one last time before sauntering off.

“The woman reeks of desperation,” Stefanie said as soon as she was out of earshot.

“That isn’t nice to say,” Everett reprimanded her, but she cocked her brow at him.

“Ev, I know you like to act oblivious, but you can see that woman is throwing herself at you.”

The tension Savannah created had increased, and it took Kya’s nervous laughter to break it.

“Salina, I think we should um....freshen our makeup....in the bathroom.”

The young redhead nodded and followed her to the ladies’ room.

Barely a minute passed before Everett’s phone rang. “I have to take this.”

There was an awkward silence between Nakia and Stefanie, as they were the only ones left at the table. They locked eyes until the War Dog looked down at her plate and picked at her food.

Stefanie was the one to break the silence. “Did he ever tell you why we divorced?”

Nakia glanced at her briefly, then returned her gaze to her plate. “No.”

Another silence passed between them as Stefanie picked up her glass to down the last of her cocktail. “I never wanted to be a wife.”

Nakia finally locked eyes with her.

“I run a travel blog now, which is why I don’t stay in one place too long. It’s something I have always wanted since I was younger, but he and I loved each other, so I sacrificed my wants for our relationship.” Before she continued her story, she waved the waiter over so he could refresh her drink. “I married him because it’s what he and our families wanted, and I was too afraid of hurting him to say no. I went to therapy after Salina left the nest and learned that if I had told him the truth then, I would’ve saved him years of heartbreak.”

The waiter came back with her drink and she gave him a warm smile before gulping the entire glass.

“I love my daughter with everything in me, but I regret not giving her a great example of marriage. Now, I wonder if I ruined that for her.”

Nakia could see a stray tear glistening in the corner of her eye, but Stefanie fixed her face into a placating smile when Everett returned to the table.

“Another call from the office?”

He nodded. “Yes, which means I have to be there before the sun rises.”

“It’s okay. I’m catching the red eye tomorrow, so I should get back to the hotel.”

Nakia looked between them as they locked eyes.

While everyone waited for their Ubers outside, Salina and Kya broke off to the side for a conversation she couldn't make out. It wasn't long before a white car pulled up and Salina gave them one last hug before getting in. Out of the corner of her eye, Nakia saw Stefanie and Everett locked in a warm embrace that lasted longer than she would’ve liked. She turned her eyes away from them and pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. Their interaction was none of her business.

Stefanie soon engulfed her in another hug and whispered in her ear, “He can be a handful, but he really is a good man.”

Before she could ask Stefanie why she would tell her that, she got in the car with Salina and left. If Nakia didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought the red-headed woman gave her permission to date her ex-husband. Not that it mattered. He wasn’t interested in her, despite how Kya tries to make it seem.

Their Uber pulled up next, and Everett opened the door for them like the gentleman he was. Kya muttered a thank you before getting in.

"Miss Nakia," his voice stopped her. "Can I have a word with you?"

Nakia raised a finger for him to give her a second while she promised the driver a bigger tip for the wait. Once the driver was satisfied, she stepped over so they could talk privately.

"You were right," was all he told her.

She raised a curious brow. "About?"

"Someone anonymously tipped Elden Hughs off about our arrival. The CIA is tracing that tip now, but I have a feeling they were targeting you."

Now her brows were knitted in confusion. "I wouldn't know why. As far as I know, I don't have any enemies."

He nodded in understanding. “I’ll keep you posted.”

"Thank you,” she said while getting in the car. Just before he could close the door, she smiled at him. "We're leaving tomorrow afternoon if you still want to see us off.”

He returned her smile. "I'll see you then."

The door closed, and the car drove off, but Nakia kept her eyes on him.

"So?" Kya asked as soon as he was out of view.

Nakia fought the urge to roll her eyes at her. "There's nothing to tell."

"Fine," the younger sibling said in defeat, but a grin formed on her lips. "Nakia and the colonizer sitting in the tree-"

"Kya!"

She giggled. "Come on, Nakia. You know you want to."

Nakia allowed herself to roll her eyes this time, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about it.

~~~

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tallulahchanel · 1 year

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WIP Intro: Intlungu (Pain)

Genre: Black Panther Fanfiction/Sci-Fi Fantasy/Angst

Synopsis: Continuing from the Disintegration AU, Intlungu explores the aftermath of Nakia and Kya's lives after the blip and how the decision Nakia made damaged their sister-ship.

Author's Note: The Kia and Kya Series is a canon-divergent series with some canon compliance to the movies. While the series has taken a life of its own and continues from the first movie, this WIP explores what would happen if the events from Wakanda Forever occurred in that series. In short terms, this is an AU of an AU. Also, Erik does exist in the main series, but I couldn't figure out how to work him in this series, so he isn't present here.

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Characters:

Nakia Shauku (Lupita Nyong'o)

Kya Shauku (Lovie Simone)

Shuri Udaku (Letitia Wright)

Queen Mother Ramonda (Angela Basset)

Sizwe, the River Tribe Elder (Isaach de Bankolé)

Queen Naomi Udaku (Trinity Fatu)

And Many More

Tags (who I think might be interested, but let me know if you change your mind): @thekrazykeke @passionatewrites @martinfreemanismyaesthetic @letreckworld @lady-olive-oil @i-drink-and-i-write-fics @letreckworld @marieewrites