#t'akia fanfic

[eerythingisshaka]

Hey girl. I dunno if you’re raking requests or not but if you are could I request another Tchalla/Nakia fic where it’s post-snap and the snap is reversed so everyone comes back, and Tchalla and Nakia have this emotional reunion but the real reunion happens when they’re finally alone for the whole night? Thanks ma!

I do requests!  I just don’t advertise it, but I’ll consider any polite asks lol.  But here is a quick something for you.  The snap is still a fresh sore spot for me, so I hope you don’t mind I don’t get dirty in this one, but the love is there!

A King named Snapback

“SHIT!”  Okoye yells as she falls to on the sand pit in the lab.  M’Baku helps her up but she bats him away.

“I am fine.  But I lost sight of the fight.  Something severely damaged the remote aircraft.”  Okoye goes over to a window and looks outside.

“Maybe you should’ve gone with them up there in the atmosphere.”  M’Baku offers, joining her at the window.

“Tsk!  Shooting myself up into space in a manned aircraft that’s manufactured in a style we haven’t operated since the 90s?  Let them figure that one out, I am not turning myself into an asteroid for their cause.  They brought their problems here and didn’t even offer to replant the grass!”  Okoye rants.

M’Baku grips his staff in front of him purposefully.  “Your words sound familiar…like the ones of an estranged love…”

Okoye waves him off, looking further into the sky.  “If anyone should have been turned to dust, it should have been him!”

Footsteps approach behind them belonging to Nakia.  

“Okoye, what happened?  Is the fight over yet?”  

“Not yet.  The purple one was being bombarded until that gauntlet activated again and ruined our ship.  It is nearly destroyed, I just hope they can do it.”

Nakia crosses her arms, anxiously pacing the floor.  “Do you know if we can get another ship to them in time?  Maybe several!  Shuri’s notes should be around somewhere about it…”

M’Baku speaks up.  “We would not have time to do that, not for as long as Okoye was fighting in there.  It is a big mess, we are lucky to still be here as is.  If anything we must start to think about ourselves again and what this outcome means to our survival.”

“We’ve barely kept our head above water for this past year.  The tribes are still in shambles having their populations cut so dramatically and elders being replaced hastily.  Our vibranium deposits are lessened and our borders completely cut off from the rest of the world.  There is only so much more that we can do.”  Okoye rambles.

Nakia breathes out deeply.  “It has been too long.  We haven’t had a royal descendant head this nation since T’Challa and….Shuri were both….”  Nakia’s voice hitches on their words, beginning to tremble as it fades out.  The room fell silent between the three, all affected by power of Thanos and left to fend for themselves to piece back together some normalcy.  

The throne was not filled officially.  The remaining elders and shaman folk were at odds on how to replace T’Challa’s leadership so soon after regaining the throne from Erik.  The priority of their time and effort was spent on instead cleaning up the destruction left behind from the battle with the space creatures, and making sure their people still had the necessities to keep the country alive.

“So we will wait on updates regarding the others still fighting, but all we can do is pray that this will come to an end and go about our business here, as always.”  Nakia says softly.  She has been a strong backbone for everyone but it was not an easy load for her to carry. 

 With M’Baku’s and Okoye’s help, they had made great strides for Wakanda’s reconstruction, but when the business calmed down and she was left to her own mind, all she could think about was T’Challa and what he must be going through, if he was even still alive.  Okoye described to her what happened, but Nakia still couldn’t believe Bast would take him after all he had went through before.  

“Eh, what is that there?”  M’Baku points with his staff by the window.  Nakia and Okoye look out unsure.

“Is it one of those creatures with the blue blood?”  Okoye asks, preparing herself with her spear in hand.

Nakia holds a hand up for pause.  “No, it’s crawling slowly.  How would it get past the barriers?”

“I will go and look.  You both may join me if it’s your choice.”  M’Baku says before heading down to the flatlands to inspect the unknown intruder.  Nakia and Okoye can’t sit idly by and follow close behind.

Once they reach the clearing, the shape becomes more clear.  Clad in black, tightly fitting around their body.

“Bast!  Have the ancestors gifted us a miracle??”  Okoye asks, completely flabbergasted by what she is seeing.

“T’CHALLA!”  Nakia screams, running toward his body with all the speed she could muster.  She does a baseball slide next to him, running her hands along his back softly.

“T’Challa, speak to us.  Are you hurt?”  M’Baku kneels down and asks as Okoye and Nakia take their time to flip T’Challa over to face them.  His color is pale, and somewhat smaller framed, but alive and breathing.

Nakia feels for his pulse in his neck when his eyes begin to flutter open.  “Nakia…”

Nakia’s eyes blur from tears that she quickly tries to bat away.  “Yes, I am here with you.  Finally, you’re back!”

He strains to sit up, which Okoye scolds quickly.  “You stay there, kumkani.  I will call the Dora to-”

Her voice cuts off when she looks off across the clearing again.  People were beginning to show again.  Randomly generating back to the grounds, their bodies moved slowly but they were all alive and back home one by one.

“HAHA!! Wakanda is back!  My Jabari are coming home!”  M’Baku exclaims as he heads thru the crowd to claim some of his men.

Nakia hooks her arm through T’Challa’s to help bring him to standing.  “T’Challa, let’s get you to seek emergency care.”

“Where….Shuri.”  T’Challa asks gruffly before coughing up a storm.  Nakia looks at him with concern.  

“We haven’t seen her since you disappeared.”

“All is well!  Look who is back!”  Okoye gleams as M’Baku carries an exhausted Shuri in his arms.  

Nakia becomes overwhelmed with joy.  The pressures of the past year melt away in an instant as things appear to go back to normal again.  Hopefully the majority of folks were not permanently affected.

T’Challa looks up to see his sister.  “Shuri!”  

“She is going to be ok.  She is just as well as you are.”  M’Baku states as T’Challa looks her over in his arms.  

“I am assembling help to treat those coming back.  T’Challa and Shuri should go up to the lab for private exams.”  Okoye says.

“Do you need me on the ground here?”  Nakia asks.

“You go with T’Challa, I have this.  M’Baku, be careful with the princess.”  Okoye warns before heading  back to the crowd of unsnapped individuals.

In the lab, M’Baku sets Shuri down and wishes them well before returning to help the folks on the ground.  Nakia holds on to T’Challa’s hand as health technicians take his vitals and hook him up with patches and fast acting tablets to boost his nutrition and immunity levels.  T’Challa checks in with Nakia periodically.

“How were you?”  T’Challa asks sleepily.

“I am fine, it is you we need to think about right now.”  Nakia says.

“How were you?”  T’Challa asks again and Nakia finally gets it.  Her mouth quivers a bit as T’Challa squeezes her hand tightly.

“I managed.  This was exponentially worse than before when I…we thought I lost you.  Then, I still had everyone else I knew here with me to set me confidence in and plan for the future.  T’Challa, we not only lost you, but the princess and HALF of our people.  I have never seen the country so quiet and bleak.”  Nakia says shaking her head.

T’Challa’s hand reaches her cheek.  “Thank Bast it is over now.”

“How can you be sure of that?  What happened when you were gone?  Do you remember?”

T’Challa looks off into the distance going blank in the face.  “It was….dark.  Completely absent of light but the sounds I heard were loud, distorted and heinous.   I heard suffering and torture, but no one in sight so I was no help to them.  I swear I was on the brink of insanity, I called the ancestors as often as I could concentrate but it was the first time I truly felt forsaken.”  T’Challa’s jaw tightens thinking back to his predicament.

Nakia swallows the rock in her throat, fighting back her emotions as much as she could.  “I couldn’t help you this time.  There was no way any of us could help you.  I’m so sorry T’Challa.”

He shakes his head lightly and tuts at Nakia.  “Do not do that.  You are not to blame for any of this.  You did exactly what I needed you to do.  Keep calm, and take care of Wakanda.”

“You are Wakanda to me.  Without you, after everything that has happened…I can’t lose you again T’Challa.”  Nakia whimpers, holding her face in her hands and getting up.  As she walks away a group of shaman elders come, adorned in their purple garments.

“Kumkani, we must bring you to the garden area to restore you.”  One says as two help him up on either side of him.

“Nakia, wait.”  T’Challa calls after her.

Nakia stops but doesn’t turn around.  “I am not use to this, T’Challa.  I need a moment to process you being back and knowing this isn’t a dream, but you better go and build back your strength.  I won’t tell you twice.”  Nakia warns him before walking out.  

T’Challa lays back on his exam bed thoughtfully.  He sees where Nakia is coming from, but is she ready to see for herself?

“Get him out of my lab so I can properly rest.”Shuri groans drowsily in her canopy off to the side.  

T’Challa smirks at her small frame bundled up in border tribe blankets.  “Rest well, sister.”

Later that evening, Nakia sits in the royal chambers staring out of an opening in the room overseeing the landscape of Wakanda.  More lights were shone in the buildings and streets than there had been for a while.  She breathed in deeply the night air, peacefully coming back to the idea of normal.

The bed shifts beside her as she turns to see T’Challa joining beside her.

“Are you well?”  Nakia asks in a flat tone.

T’Challa leans his elbows in his knees looking out in the same direction as she is.  “I am.  I needed some time with my father again in the ancestral plane, and the elders cooked a good meal to bring back my strength.  I was hoping to see you there at dinner as well.”  

Nakai can feel T’Challa’s eyes on her but she would not meet his gaze.  “I know but, I was not ready.  It’s just…so soon.”

“Do you wish I was gone for longer?”  T’Challa asks with a smile in his voice.

“Don’t joke like that!”  Nakia hisses, tensing up.  “Everyone was gone, so many things we had to start from scratch.  The vibranium mines are backed up with materials, the river irrigation system is only partly functioning.  I have so much to consider-”

“Nakia.”  T’Challa says with soft command, grabbing her wrist to bring her hand into his gently.  Her eyes fall to his action, falling silent from her rambling.

“Nakia, you have done exactly what you always do: take charge and lead others.”

“No.  I watch out for myself.  As a spy, I am on solo missions all the time, I work well alone.  There’s no one else to look after and depend on, it’s easier that way.”

“You aren’t selfish, Nakia.  You’re the least selfish individual I know.  You are very important and have been for a long time.”

“I know, that is why I am a War Dog and representative for my tribe.”  Nakia says matter-of-factly.

T’Challa runs his fingers along her knuckles carefully, drawing small circles on her skin.  “I do not mean you are important to only the country, Nakia.  You are important to me.  You have saved my life twice now.”

“I did not this time, that’s what I’m saying!”  Nakia says.

“You did.  With the time you spent here.  You stayed, you didn’t give up despite my absence.”

“I couldn’t make myself believe you were dead.”  Nakia whispers, looking into his eyes tearfully.  

“I never was.  Neither time was I, and you pushed on.”

Nakia found it hard to shake her feeling of uncertainty.  “T’Challa, how do we do this?”

T’Challa sighs deeply.  “With patience, faith.”

Nakia bites her lip, resting her head on T’Challa’s shoulder.  “And if you leave again, what should I do?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.  I never go very far.”  T’Challa says, wrapping his arm around her.  Their bodies soften into one another.

“I know, I just never expected to have to worry about your death so soon.  And back to back at that, tsk.”

“You have much more willpower than I could imagine having inside of me.  You do not give up, therefore I do not give up.  You are the spirit I carry in my heart to keep going.  How can I fail?”

Nakia give T’Challa a small smile, reaching for the back of his neck, giving it a light massage.  “When you fight, I will fight twice as hard.”

T’Challa yawns stretching dramatically.  “Then you must be very tired, fighting with me all day is exhausting.”

“We are not fighting!  I love you too much too much lay a hand on you.”  T’Challa pauses, only smiling for a few seconds, making Nakia nervous.  “What?”

“You love me, you say?”  T’Challa questions.  

“That is no secret, T’Challa.”  Nakia answers.

“No and I love you too.”  T’Challa says, leaning in to softly kiss Nakia’s lips.  Nakia feels herself shake a little, overwhelmed by his gentle touch.  She dreamed many nights for this day to come, and if this happened to be another one, she prayed she never awaken again.

“…but I don’t love you too much to keep my hands off of you.”  T’Challa quips, feeling along her thighs, through a slit in her dress.

Nakia’s hands snake around his neck, filled with bliss.  “Don’t you dare take them away.”