show me that I'll never fly alone
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“I have to go,” Nakia whispers. “This is too important for me not to go.”
“I know.” Her skin is so soft under his hands. He says, "Thank you."
_____________Nakia x T'Challa, post Black Panther. T'Challa's POV. Told in short sequential snapshots.
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- Part 1 of show me that I'll never fly alone
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Now, she pulls T’Challa to his feet and smiles and tugs him after her as she runs to the water. He stumbles and she laughs and he sticks his tongue out and as the water splashes cold to her thighs, Nakia is, quite simply, happy.
The bay water streams off T’Challa’s forehead when he kisses her. Nakia frames his face with her hands, and his lips tastes like the ocean.
______________Nakia x T'Challa, post Black Panther. Nakia's POV. This is part of a series, but both can stand alone.
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- Part 2 of show me that I'll never fly alone
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In the morning they walk hand in hand to the garden of the heart shaped herbs. He presses his palm to the walls in an apology that still hurts too much to say, and he hopes the earth hears and understands.
The council had talked about sending search parties to find another patch of the herbs. Privately, T’Challa isn’t sure they will ever find more, not in their lifetimes; the vibranium had taken millions of years to seep into the land and change the plants around them. Such change does not happen overnight.
He wants to hope there will come an Earth that will not make the Black Panther necessary. The letters Nakia and Shuri received do not make him confident that it will be soon, but he wants to hope. There isn’t any way to go forward without believing things will change.
Nakia takes both his hands and he hopes so much his chest aches.
____________________T'Challa/Nakia, with a dash of musings on the heart shaped herbs. T'Challa's POV. This is part of a series, but can stand alone.
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- Part 3 of show me that I'll never fly alone
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His nose and beard on her skin feels like river grasses on the banks, the kind that whisper secrets to your ankles as you pass.
He presses his mouth slowly, deliberately, to her shin, his left hand on her calf. Nakia shivers. Her breath in her throat shudders on her next exhale; T’Challa smiles in such a way that tells her he knows well what he’s doing to her.
“I like you here,” he says. He traces a circle around her ankle with his finger. “You are strong here.”
_________________A quiet, intimate T'Challa/Nakia interlude. Nakia's POV. Technically part of a series, but can stand alone.
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- Part 4 of show me that I'll never fly alone