Author's Notes: So let me just apologize for deleting all the chapters! I know you all are pretty upset and I understand, but I promise I have my reasons! Naked is not going the original way that I planned it and the best way to fix it is to start it over. The prologue is the same though. Everything else from there will be different. I also added a picture of how I imagined Evie as the story profile picture. I know this sucks, but please bare with me! I promise it's worth it and the chapters will be wayyyyy longer and a lot juicier in flavor! I hope you enjoy!

Black Panther was AMAZING! Loved the movie and couldn't help but think of a fanfiction! OC Warning! Enjoy!

Prologue

"Yeah, yeah I could use a dream or a genie or a wish,

To go back to a place much simpler than this,

Cause after all the partying and smashing and crashing,

And all the glitz and glam and the fashion,

And all the pandemonium and all the madness,

There comes a time when you fade to the blackness," – Airplanes; B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams

A Year and a Half Ago

Africa.

Papa often referred to it as the homeland of all life and civilization. It was the land of our ancestors and our many tribal brothers.

It was home.

He promised to take me there one day – to be with our people.

The people of Wakanda.

Wakanda was his home – our home. He was born there, his father was born there, his father was born; our whole bloodline traces back to there. It was a land of beauty, fortune, and technological advancement. Prosperity reigned there – no hunger, no war, no death. It was paradise on earth.

A fairytale of people just like me.

And I dreamed of the day that I would finally see it.

To be with my people – to be a part of the fairytale.

I kept Papa to his promise.

Too bad he didn't live long enough to fulfill it. And with his death came the end to my fairytale. Reality soon took its place in the form of racism, discrimination, poverty, and oppression. The idea of Wakanda being a utopia soon became a childish thought. This was solidified when my dad finally took me on a vacation to the small, third world country. My fairytale of Wakanda was officially murdered then, and I finally understood why my dad always told me not to listen to my foolish papa.

How could such a place truly have existed?

Was papa really that delusion?

He was so convinced that such a place existed. I truly believed it existed. I was smarter than that, but I was only a little girl then.

Who fondly admired the stories her grandfather used to tell her of his home.

Could you blame me?

"No," A voice replied sincerely, snapping me out of my daze.

Memories of the past were slowly dissolving into the restaurant that was now my present. Blinking rapidly, I was starting to remember that I was on a date set up by my "overly involved in my life" father with one of his wonderful subordinates.

Oh joy.

"You don't have to pretend to be interested," I half-heartedly chuckled, taking my wine class and taking a sip. "My melodrama of a childhood is usually the deal breaker for my dates. I apparently carry to much emotional baggage to even be considered for a second date."

"Oh, trust me," He said confidently, moving his face closer to mine. "There's no pretending here. My pops…he was from Wakanda too."

"And…," I said, taking another sip. "I hope you don't believe it's something that we can actually bond over."

"Actually, I do," He said with a smirk. "You think your granddad was the only who promised to take you to paradise…to watch the golden rays of the sun set on Wakanda? Where the panther resides."

I felt myself stiffen from his last remark.

I never told him anything about the panther…I always excluded that part.

"I surprised you, didn't I?" He chuckled, reaching for my hand and taking it in his. "You're not the only lost Wakandan…your grandfather wasn't lying to you."

I then snatched my hand from his grip. He grinned at this.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded lowly.

"Erik Stevens – your old man knows me as Killmonger,"