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same space | shuriri x spoiled!black!fem!reader

Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.

Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.

Translations:

nkosazana- princess

umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess

Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3

Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites

Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.

She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.

To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.

The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.

The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.

Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.

You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.

You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.

Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.

“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”

You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.

She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.

“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”

You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.

Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.

Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.

“Thank you, shuri bear”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.

“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”

Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.

Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.

Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.

Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?

“You good, Cher?”

Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.

‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“

Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.

“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.

Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.

“The fuck was that for?”

Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.

“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”

You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.

Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?

It seemed Shuri could read your mind.

“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”

Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“Play nice” she whispered

Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.

You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.

Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.

You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.

It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.

The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.

You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.

It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.

On top of that she really knew how to f—

“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.

“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.

“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”

Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You replied dryly

You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.

“You roll this, Riri?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.

“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.

Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.

“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”

You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.

Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.

Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.

The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.

Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.

The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.

Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.

Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.

Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.

She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.

In her hand she held two more wine glasses.

“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.

Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.

Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.

Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.

“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.

“And why would we do that?” You questioned.

The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.

“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.

Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.

“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.

Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.

“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”

You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”

You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.

Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.

“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”

You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.

“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.

Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.

“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“

“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”

Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.

“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”

Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.

“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”

“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.

“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Go on.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”

Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.

“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”

You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.

“Does she know?” You whispered.

“About us?” You nodded in response.

“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”

Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.

“So how does this work?”

“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”

It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.

“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.

You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.

“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”

A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.

“umhle nkosazana yam”

It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.

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‎ ‎𐦍⋆ earthy/spiritual shuri aesthetic

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kisskourt · 5 months

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champion of her heart

a shuri udaku x t’shanhe utano au

contains/warnings. anxiety. fluff. mention of characters death. fifa is homophobic. mention of the snap. football descriptions. use of real players and coaches (uswnt). fan culture. woso media/journalism. mentions of career ending injury. use of xhosa (google translate)

tags. @naftalyspaces @shurislover @pocketsizedpanther @desswright29 @kisskourt @oceean @euph0ricx0 @lppriceisright @s0lam33y @xchoxix

author’s note. the footy geek in me went crazy when i saw this ask request from @aiden-presscott on @oceean blog. this is only a one-shot, but if it goes over well there could be more following this; though i have ideas for a more mcu based shuri story (t’shanhe is my oc that i created after watching wakanda forever a couple times). as stated in the preview, there’s a lot to cover when it comes to women’s soccer and it’s not all gold medals and trophies unfortunately, and i cannot cover all of it in one thing, so i picked out a few that fit into this one-shot. i really, really, hope you all enjoy this. much love xx

The stands are filled to the brim with football fans, all nationalities alike, awaiting to see who will be the winner of the 2027 Women’s World Cup; the United States or Wakanda.

The Panthers, as they call themselves, are going against a team who has almost always been at the top of the world, a team built on winning. And now, since the last World Cup, with Emma Hayes as their head coach, they’ve had a rebirth.

Whereas Wakanda, it’s their first time in the tournament, let alone the championship, and as always there’s been numerous media outlets, companies, and fans alike underestimating them. But it’s why they’ve worked so hard to get here, it’s a way of putting the world on notice. They’ve gotten here on their own.

Shuri’s confidence in her team has never wavered, nor has her thoughts on her own abilities, but something about today, it’s off. Maybe it’s being on foreign turf, in Sweden, or the fact that it’s the US Women’s National Team, they always have an advantage in some way, physically or tactically. Maybe it’s because she’s Wakanda’s starting goalkeeper, and she’s wearing the armband at only twenty-four, everyone’s looking at her to lead them to a win.

She stands by the sidelines, dribbling the ball a little in place, trying her hardest to block out all the negative thoughts and energy, the never-ending voices in the crowd behind her, or even the PA’s voice booming over the speakers about something, she isn’t sure what.

But a soft ‘psst’ from behind catches her attention, and it prompts her eyebrows to furrow, turning to look back. Her face softens as her eyes land on T’Shanhe, a small smile turning at her lips, looking towards where the coach stands across the field before turning and walking to where T’Shanhe is at the edge of the stands.

“Yintoni engalunganga, sithandwa sam?” » “What’s wrong, my love?”

Shuri knows not to lie, T’Shanhe will notice if she does even if she wanted to, having the ability to read her like she can read her own self. Shuri learned early on in their relationship that T’Shanhe doesn’t let that stuff slide. Communication, especially of emotions, is big for them.

T’Shanhe leans her forearms on the railing, the sleeves of her undershirt covering her hands just a bit, over it being the purple toned goalkeeper jersey Shuri managed to get for her, with both her last name and her number, one, on it. It’s sixty-three degrees in Sweden, still too cold for the Wakandan’s liking, or at least, those who aren’t Jabari.

“I saw the empty net and… I feel the pressure.”

Her voice is a little rougher than usual, a small shake to it, maybe a bit of frustration she’s aiming at herself for feeling this way.

“A little pressure’s good, it means you care; and I know you do.”

“Of course, we’ve made it here despite everything. We have to win.”

The shakiness in her voice doesn’t go away, despite her firm words, and T’Shanhe notices. Looking at Shuri, she can see how her jaw’s tensed, just slightly.

“It will be amazing if you win… but even if you don’t, what matters is you got here. The people around the world didn’t believe in you, but here you stand. They can’t say anything no more.”

Motivational speeches have never been T’Shanhe’s thing, but when it comes to Shuri and making sure she’s in the right mind, something just clicks.

Shuri looks at T’Shanhe intently, how her eyes light up with her words, and it reminds her of something.

Anyone can see how much Shuri loves this game, just as easy as it is to see how she’s mastered her position, it’s impacted her life in unimaginable ways.

But T’Shanhe…

“What did your mother used to say?”

The question’s the beginning of the pregame ritual they’ve always had, and the recognition makes T’Shanhe smile a little, knowing she’s also using it as a grounding technique.

“‘I’m going to do something amazing’.”

Shuri smiles softly, leaning forward, pressing their foreheads together. This is something they started years ago, following an anxiety attack T’Shanhe had. Shuri found her sitting, hugging her knees to her chest, hyperventilating. Shuri had leaned their foreheads together because it helps create a calming, relaxed, state. Emotional connection.

The little pregame ritual still works, and they do this before every game T’Shanhe can be at. If not, before she steps onto the pitch, Shuri calls her from her kimoyo beads.

“You go and play the game the way you know how to play, and something good will come.”

Shuri’s eyes close, the importance of tonight’s game makes her process a bit longer, and T’Shanhe knows she tells herself whatever is needed when she sees a deep, slow, breath flow through her. It’s only a few minutes before her eyes open again, her look of nervousness now holds a look of determination. Her gaze, still soft, meets T’Shanhe’s again, a deep, loving, admiration lighting them.

“And you’re bad at pregame speeches?” Shuri teases, and T’Shanhe can see the cloud of looming nerves evaporating by the second. She laughs, softly, a sheepish smile on her face.

“When it’s you… I always know what to say.”

Shuri hums in agreement, a look of adoration in her eyes as she looks down at T’Shanhe, a look that always manages to send shivers through her whole being.

The look of happiness now on her face makes T’Shanhe’s own anticipation for the game grow, knowing it can very well be an evenly matched game, and knowing that if there’s one thing Shuri can do, is leave her heart on the pitch every single match. It’s always beautiful, and hot, to watch.

It doesn’t help that the tight, purple, undershirt underneath her jersey highlights the muscles in her arms, or the compression pants under her shorts, also highlighting her thigh muscles. Despite her slim build, Shuri has all the right muscles in the right places for the game.

And now the cornrows, hanging on the back of her neck, highlighting the sharpness of her jawline.

“I should probably get back…”

Shuri continues to gaze at her, the softest smile overtaking her lips and she leans closer again, just inches away from her lips now. T’Shanhe’s thumb brushes against Shuri’s undercut, the lesser grown hair their dyed the colors of the rainbow flag, her protest to FIFA banning the rainbow captain’s band. T’Shanhe remembers helping her dye it, and she wasn’t alone, players have found creative ways to still wear it, starting back in 2023. T’Shanhe remembers seeing those pictures of both Ali Riley and Thembi Kgatlana.

“You got this, uthando.” » “You got this, love.”

Her shoulders drop as T’Shanhe speaks, tension melting away, making way for adrenaline. Her jaw’s also unclenched, apparent in the relaxed feeling of it as T’Shanhe raises a hand to gently hold the side of her face.

“After, win or lose, we still celebrate. Just the two of us.”

She hums a reply and she leans in, connecting their lips.

Not only dose her touch have the ability to take T’Shanhe’s breath away, but it also makes her forget there’s even a game to be played, just for a moment, until the reminder comes in form of one of her teammates.

“Udaku, come, we have a game to play!”

Asuri Khono, Wakanda’s long time co-captain of the women’s national team, and one of several players who didn’t fall victim to the snap, is a highly skilled and respectable player. But ever since Shuri joined the team just after the snap, she seemed to have no respect for the younger player.

Asuri is thirty-six. Shuri would be turning twenty-nine this year, but falling victim to the snap, she’s only physically and mentally twenty-three, going to be twenty-four. What was once a seven year age gap, is now thirteen, and there’s a bit of distaste towards the younger player.

She receives an annoyed eye roll from Shuri, and the elder player jogs back down the sideline to keep warming up. Shuri lets out a breath, stepping back from the railing, separating them completely. T’Shanhe can’t ignore the longing in her eyes and it hurts, but Shuri has a job to do.

Shuri holds out her hand and T’Shanhe smiles, both completing their little handshake they do before each game.

And it’s easy to see she’ll be okay. T’Shanhe knows it, and Shuri does too.

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“This is the third time the US has gone to penalty kicks in the Women’s World Cup, the first being in the Finals in 2011, then again in the Round of Sixteen in 2023, they lost both times, one to Japan and one to Sweden. For Wakanda, this is their first…”

Saying the game is tense would be an understatement. The Panthers, regardless of being under a ton of pressure from the US’ front line of Shaw, Smith, and Thompson, never folded. While the US can attack exceptionally well, the Panthers defense has been playing as if their lives are on the line.

Shuri, as many amazing saves as she’s had, collided with with the US’ captain Lindsey Horan on a free kick. She caught the ball and held on through the collision, but quite a few curses left T’Shanhe’s lips in Xhosa, ignoring the fact she got up a moment after.

Being the significant other of a world class, intense, football player isn’t for the weak.

Unsurprisingly, there’s still fans who don’t know when to shut their mouth’s. If the referee called a play in favor of Wakanda, there’s always groans and yells of anger that echo through the stadium. At one point, this woman behind her had yelled at the referee for not calling a foul on Shuri when she laid out to save the ball off her line. Trinity Rodman happened to fall over her even though it was clean. Her voice was laced with malice, all too clearly.

It took a stern look from Nakia, one a mother would give their daughter, fitting for their sister-like bond, from beside her and all T’Shanhe’s willpower not to turn around and exchange words with the woman suddenly appeared. The last thing needed was T’Shanhe getting into a fight with some middle-aged white woman who’s choosing to be miserable seeing a successful, all-black, football team.

The goals were set at three to four, only Bast knows how many attempts have been taken, the US having one on Wakanda, but it’s Wakanda’s turn to take a penalty. T’Shanhe’s expecting one of the forwards or midfielders to take it, but she sees Shuri walk out of the goal after saving a penalty and take the ball from the referee, placing it on the spot.

She feels her breath hitch in her throat.

“Is she-“

Nakia can’t even finish her sentence, in as much shock as T’Shanhe is. The last time she heard of a Goalkeeper taking a penalty was 2023, it was the former US Goalkeeper, Alyssa Naeher, she made in cold fashion. She’s a Goalkeeper Shuri’s always had respect for.

“…And it looks like Udaku, Wakanda’s goalkeeper, will be taking the penalty. A risky call from Wakanda, Julie?…”

T’Shanhe bounces her knee out of anxiety, jaw tense. Shuri stands behind the ball, looking at the net, examining. T’Shanhe can see her eyebrows furrow slightly, she loves watching Shuri do this, she remembers what it feels like.

A tense silence falls over the stands, but the US fans have no problem breaking it by shouting, yelling, trying to distract Shuri. It’s clear she notices it, judging by her pursed lips and her slightly narrowed eyes, but what’s also clear is she’s not letting it get to her. She’s gotten too far to be distracted. She takes a deep breath and she starts to jog up.

“Udaku, shot…”

She hits it and Angelina Anderson, she guesses wrong. She dives left, and the ball falls into the middle of the net, just slightly to the right.

“Goal! Shuri Udaku.”

Textbook finish.

A small shout leaves T’Shanhe’s lips, excitement making her body feel like it’s shaking, but she can’t fully celebrate, not yet. And Shuri knows it too, clear from her focused stare as she walks back to goal.

She has to save this ball to keep the game going.

Shuri stands on the line, arms spread out the US player steps up, Trinity Rodman, one of their best at penalties.

T’Shanhe finds her hands clasped together, nervously as Shuri readies herself, trying to read where Rodman plans to go. She’s crouched slightly, like a panther ready to pounce, arms at her sides.

“Rodman versus Udaku…”

Rodman jogs up and hits it. T’Shanhe watches as the ball goes to the very right corner. But Shuri goes with it, laying her body out.

And the ball hits her gloves, bouncing down onto the turf, outside the line, rolling away from the goal.

“Saved! Second save on penalties! Udaku was strong.”

T’Shanhe pumps her fists as another shout erupts with some of the crowd, smiling as Shuri jogs over to fetch the ball.

They just need one goal to win it.

But unfortunately, the game is never easy. One of the younger players, M’akia Nosari, comes up to take it and she skies it, over the bar, leaving it all on Shuri.

Just like before, she lined up, same position, this time facing Mia Fishel.

“If she scores, the US wins the World Cup… if not, another round of penalties…”

The whistle blows and Fishel runs up, hitting it to the left. Shuri dives with it, and she gets her hands on it, saving it, but it bounces high off the ground and Shuri, watches it in the air, rotating back toward goal.

And still on the ground, she turns and pushes herself forward, getting her hand on the ball just as it comes down, knocking it away.

A shout erupts from T’Shanhe’s mouth and her ears ring she jumps up on her feet, Nakia grabbing onto her shoulders and celebrating with her, but it doesn’t last long. The referee still hasn’t called it.

“Did it go in???”

Shuri’s jumped up, pleading her case just as Fishel is, holding her hands out. The referee’s fingers are on her ear piece, clearly going over it with the booth.

“Waiting on the signal…”

T’Shanhe can vividly see Shuri telling the referee ‘no’, that it didn’t go in, and it shows on the screen. The ball’s not fully over the line, just barely, but it didn’t go over all the way. This should be easy.

“…We’re waiting, they’re gonna check. VAR can intervene.”

But T’Shanhe feels the familiar feeling of dread in her stomach. If it’s this long, it’s never good, she knows.

“Why’s it taking so long?” Nakia questions.

But the whistle blows and T’Shanhe can tell before the motion even starts.

“Hayi…” » “No…”

The referee waves it off and crowd erupts, as dose the US, Fishel jumping up and down and the team rushes over and onto the pitch.

T’Shanhe stands in the celebrating mass, in shock, watching as Shuri mirrors her, still holding the ball, a look of disbelief. That’s when it registers in T’Shanhe’s mind.

The United States won their fifth star.

On a ball that never even fully went over the line.

━━━━━♡꘎

The events that happens after the final are different than a regular friendly and take a long time, even for the losing team.

T’Shanhe and Nakia managed to weave their way through the rows, making it down to the bottom and Shuri found her. She hugged T’Shanhe tight, burying her face into the crook of her neck. She knows the wetness she feels on her skin is tears, despite her sweatiness. The tears are inevitable, especially after a call like that.

When she pulled back, T’Shanhe leans forward and captures her lips in a soft, slow, kiss, pulling away and holding her head against her shoulder.

“Ndinebhongo kakhulu ngawe.” » “I’m so proud of you.” T’Shanhe whispered in Xhosa.

And then she was gone. T’Shanhe barely got any time with her. She understands it, she does. Even if the medal ceremony took an hour.

But Shuri wins the Golden Glove Award and when she stepped over to receive it, T’Shanhe almost lost her voice shouting for her, though it was most likely already halfway gone from the match.

━━━━━♡꘎

She finally gets to see her during the team dinner, still celebrating all their accomplishments, they’d gone further than anyone thought they would.

She hasn’t seen her since the game. Despite the loss, the team seemed to be pulled into every single thing, interview, meeting, photoshoot, all of it.

“How was the conference?”

Shuri shrugs a little, a hand lowers to rest on T’Shanhe’s thigh, squeezing the skin gently, sending this warmness through her body.

“Well…” She trails off, glancing over towards one of the backup goalkeepers, Renolo Mbata, and her eyes narrow slightly before turning her head back towards T’Shanhe.

“Some people shouldn’t be journalists… the questions were disrespectful, and honestly, stupid.”

Irritation laces within Renolo’s words, showing in her body language, and T’Shanhe’s eyebrows raise, though she’s not surprised.

“You would think they’d act proper, but they didn’t. There was one woman who asked Shuri-“

“Love, I think the team’s ready.”

Renolo’s girlfriend’s words interrupt Renolo softly, catching her gaze and Renolo leads her to the table, but Shuri doesn’t move. T’Shanhe looks at her, slightly worried, proceeding to take some American money from her wallet and placing it on the bar to pay.

“Was it really that bad?”

Instead of answering, Shuri sighs, offering T’Shanhe her hand, intertwining their fingers.

“It was… interesting.”

It’s all too easy to imagine. Journalism in the women’s side of the sport has always been a problem. T’Shanhe remembers hearing that some were even fan girls on tumblr before the National Women’s Soccer League in America was created, taking over after the WPS folded, and they got jobs. She heard it from a, now former, US Women’s National Team player.

She got hate because her now wife wasn’t dating a straight player that everyone shipped her with.

And for an all-black team, racism is all too common outside Wakanda’s walls, no one wants to see them succeed because of it, it’s become clear.

T’Shanhe’s heart hurts for Shuri and the others who did media after the game. It’s always a hundred times worse doing so after a tournament loss, even without the idiocy.

“Come.” T’Shanhe nods, and she leads Shuri out the building. Her coach may come for her head later, for pulling their captain away, but she needs this. They both do.

It’s quiet as they walk, slowly, not wanting to go too far. And then, T’Shanhe speaks.

“You know… I never thought I’d be here again… experience this.”

“T’Shanhe-“

“It’s been three years. I can just now kick a ball again because of you.”

Shuri looks at her with sad eyes. Her injury was awful, it still gives her nightmares. She shattered her knee.

T’Shanhe played football, and Bast, she was one of the best players in Wakanda, even the world. She played attacking midfielder and winger, even at just five foot four. She was quick, and she had this artistry to her; she loved to pull tricks, things that made others look silly.

Football ran in her blood, her mother played, she was an amazing striker who played in London, at least Shuri thinks it was London. T’Shanhe’s not even really sure, she was kept home with her grandmother for most trips. Tragically her mom passed when she was only two. She had collapsed on the pitch.

All T’Shanhe has left of her is film and she studied it, she became one of the best. It’s how Shuri met her, as rookies on the National Team in 2013, they were just sixteen at the time.

They played in Sweden together from 2013 to 2016 until Wakanda created their own Women’s League and they both played for Birnin Zana FC. They dominated, won several titles.

They fell in love too.

But one game, after they both returned from the snap, in the 2024 CAF Women’s Olympic Qualifying Tournament, T’Shanhe collided with a player on the opposing team, Lushomo Mweemba, a horrible challenge on the defender’s part. T’Shanhe didn’t move on the ground, just hugging her knee, scarily limp.

Shuri remembers feeling like she was going to be sick.

“You should’ve been on that pitch, maybe if you were we would’ve scored and I wouldn’t have-“

She can’t even finish.

T’Shanhe’s career ended so harshly, she couldn’t kick a ball even an inch for years, but Shuri was determined. She made it a center point of her scientific work in the lab and recently, she was able to help her do so again.

“The football gods work in odd ways… it wasn’t your time yet, and that’s okay… but it wasn’t your fault.”

“You really believe that?”

“Do you?” T’Shanhe looks at her.

“I think… No, I know I saved that ball.”

“And that’s what you did.”

They fall into a silence again as they keep walking, hand in hand, taking in how alive Sweden still is, the sun just starting to rise.

“I got a call from Press.”

T’Shanhe looks to her at the mention of her old teammate’s last name.

“She asked if I could be a guest on her and Tobin’s show. They want you too.”

T’Shanhe smiles softly as they stop, turning to face each other.

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes, if that’s okay… We’ll have to make a pitstop in Los Angeles before heading home but I think it will be good for our Federation, and our league… us. You can tell your story.”

T’Shanhe hums a reply.

“I’d like that.” Her eyes are lit up so softly as she looks up to her.

And suddenly, her hand raises, cupping the back of T’Shanhe’s neck gently, pulling her closer. Their lips connect and it’s slow, sensual, passionate, tongues sliding into each other’s mouth, tangling together.

Shuri kisses how she plays, confident, but mindful.

They pull away, only for air, and their forehead’s lean together, eyes remaining closed, breathing harsh against each other’s lips. T’Shanhe can feel Shuri’s thumb rubbing the back of her neck gently, soothingly.

They don’t even need to look at each other. Just them in the dark of the Swedish morning, holding one another. It’s intimate. Intimacy in its purest form.

It is in their relationship, in the scared knowing that they’re with each other for no other reason than love. Nothing but her. And her. And love.

“Intshatsheli yam.” T’Shanhe whispers, ever so softly, and Shuri feels the words settle in her heart, warming her.

My champion.

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drake & drive

tank full of gas

fill up my cup

see, where could i function?

can i pull up?

i need a buddy

it don’t hit home

‘til i’m alone, now

you know wassup, drake’n & driving..

pairing: riri williams x black!fem reader

content: angst under-tones, smut-leaning (18+),slightly toxic!riri, substance use (weed & liqs people, no hard drugs), flashbacks, intoxicated confessions, emotional conversations, riri is a lover-girl indenial, reader can make ri jump through a cheerio with little to no effort.

background: riri tugs with her feelings after the dragged out will-they-won't-they troupe going on between you two. her trust issues won't allow her to fully commit, but now she's wondering if she'll be regretting that decision.

a/n: my first ri fic, this is my baby! speaking of, shout out to my baby @dejaonline for the collaborative efforts on the picture as well as her input on the plot. this was made with her in mind, fully inspired by her (she's a riri girl🤭) and this song that has crack ROCK in it. i hope you guys luvvv, and as usual, i gotta remind y'all;

taglist is pinned to my page! if you want to be tagged for someone specific OR if you wanna opt out of any tags, gone fill out that form for me. taglist: @dejaonline @inmyheadimobsessed @kisskourt @ventingfanfics @saintwrld @vampzxi @vixentheplanet @pinkwright @sapphicvqmpires @verachii @shuriszn @shurislover "aight, nigga, you gone be upset when i take your money again," ri laughed, taunting her bestfriend, key. "yeah, yeah just put up, mf." key takes out his cash and begins counting it. every year at the fair, the two of them would place a bet on who would win at balloon darts, a tradition stemming from a conversation on who has better 'aim'. they walk up to the post and place their tickets down. "yo my man, set us up real quick," ri called out to the older gentlemen behind the counter. he turned around, eyes meeting with the two, and laughed aloud dropping his head. "you two, again. y'all are something else," he says, still smiling, setting down two pairs of 6 darts for them each. "this is for my redemption, unc, this is personal," key says, picking up a dart and practicing his form. "i won't be losing again." "yea, we'll see about that." ri laughs. "you know the drill," key starts. "most balloons in 5 rounds wins. price goes up by 5, we at 20 bills this year." ri picks up a dart and tosses it straight through the middle, popping her first balloon. "yo!" key exclaims. "you on some cheating shit, we ain't even count down!" "you talking too much, nigga," ri shrugs him off, making the attendant laugh once again. the two of them went head to head, leading up to them being neck to neck in the final round. going back and forth through both hits and misses, key set off his final dart, popping a bright blue balloon right at the top, ultimately beating ri. "let's fucking go!" key yelled out, doing his lil victory dance. ri stood with a strong, angsty pout rested on her face, as the sore loser she was. "whatever, nigga," ri rolled her eyes and slapped the andrew jackson faced bill in key's hand. key takes his prize and extends it out to ri, mocking her pouting. "you can have this bear!" she smacks his hand away from in front of her, almost making him drop it, causing him to burst into laughter. .. the two of them walked around the park, snacks in hand, taking a break from their previous festivities. after hearing/feeling a ping, key takes his phone out his jean pocket and opens the text.

“come on,” key motions ri.

“where we going?” asks a puzzled riri.

“over by the ring toss,” he points. “i got a good friend of mine i want you to meet.”

“ughhh,” ri heavily groans. “your social, friendly ass. why we always gotta be around people, why can’t we just kick it, just us two?”

“i know, i know, my bad, ri,” key says throwing his hands up. “but i promised her i would link her once we were in the same area, and it so happens that was this. it won’t be for long.”

“man, whatever,” an aggravated riri puffs out. “just don’t expect me to be miss congeniality or no shit.”

“you a trip, ri,” key lets out a hearty laugh. “be nice, please.”

the two made their way over, meeting with two girls, one brownskin, sitting at about 5’5, one darkskin at 5’3.

“wassup, key!” you smiled warmly, embracing your old childhood friend.

“it’s been a long time,” key smiles back.

“yes it has,” the girl beside you intercepts. it was your best friend val. she went to school with the two of you as well, and has a had a crush on key since then.

“oh, shit, val!” key basically runs over to hug her. “damn, girl, where you been!”

she giggles at his excitement. “i’ve been around! back and forth from study-abroad in italy.”

“okay, i see you, you on your shit! that’s wassup,” he daps her up.

“thank you.” she smiles, the two of them allowing their hands to linger in holding position.

feeling the tension building, you clear your throat, not being able to conceal the smile that was creeping up. the two finally pull apart and pretend to straighten themselves out. your eyes shift their attention from key and val and found themselves attached to a small girl with braids, standing to the left of key and directly across from you.

“oh, shit, my bad,” he apologizes and places his hand on the girl’s back. “this is my best friend, ri. ri this is val and y/n.”

she didn’t seem very interested. her eyes were glued to her phone in her hand, and her body language was very stand off-ish.

“hey, wassup.” she says without looking up. that was very rude of her. key didn’t roll with rude people. to give her the benefit of the doubt, you just summed it up to possible shyness.

key aggressively taps her back, forcing her to look up, a stern look on his face.

ri finally looked up and could feel her entire body freeze in place in the middle of the 95 degree weather. you were the most beautiful person the young engineer had ever laid her eyes on. your glowy, rich, melanated skin, your mocha brown eyes, the long, thick lash follicles that decorated them. your thick, curly hair that surrounded your skull in but a very small fro. it was as if you came straight out of a magazine, 90s edition. you being taller than her didn't help the fact that she felt as though she was looking up at a goddess. "hi," you gave a nervous laugh, in attempts to mask the awkwardness of the situation. your smile. so big and so warm. could light up an entire room. your lips, the perfect shape. they even had a brown tint around the circumference of them, naturally being lined. everything about you was mesmerizing to ri. if she stared any harder or any longer, she probably could count each follicle of hair rested on top of your head. "hi-i, um.. my bad, I'm--" ri frantically began looking for the words to appease the awkwardness, and stumbled on almost all of 'em. "ri. right? key just said it," you help her out, quietly giggling to yourself. not the strongest start. but she was cute. "right. and um--" she begins, and you already know she's getting ready to ask you to announce your name.. again. "Y/N. you aren't the best listener, are you?" you taunt her, a smile on your face. "oh-- nah, my bad, i just.. got a lot on my mind, today, that's all." ri lies, wiping the sweat forming on the back of her neck off with her palm. "right," you laughed, somewhat condescendingly. you turned your attention back to key. "y'all got plans for the rest of the night?" "yes," ri rushed out. "nah," key answered simultaneously, both of the friends' responses mending over each other. key shot ri a look before continuing his sentence. "we just freeballing, doing shit as we go."

ri was irritated. she wanted to spend time w her boy, and not only is their one on one time being interrupted, here was this pretty, saddity chick getting smart at the mouth. making her look somewhat of a fool. not knowing, the young prodigy could do that all on her own. she'd be lying however, if she said she wasn't intrigued. "have you guys gotten on the ferris yet? i gotta get some good selfies at the top. you know, influencer shit," val says, comedically. "nah we haven't, we could head over now before the line gets long," key suggests. "sounds good. don't worry, ri, after this, we'll be out your hair." you flashed her a quick smirk, letting her know you were aware of her irritation. and out of her hair, you weren't. you were in her hair. in her brain. in her life. in her room. in her bed. she couldn't escape you. but this time, she didn't even want to.

the follow months after your initial meeting, the two of you had quickly became inseparable. it started out with exchanges of memes, followed by texting all day, then tying up the phone, falling asleep on facetime. eventually those things led to dates, and sleepovers..and hookups. the two of you were enjoying yourselves, no doubt. it was as especially hard for ri, however. ri didn't do the relationship thing. she did it once, got her heartbroken, decided that wouldn't happen again. and it didn't. miss love 'em, and leave 'em she was. but you. you made her think. you made her learn and explore parts of herself she didn't even know existed. you made her feel important. powerful, even. naturally, she didn't know what to do with that influx of new feelings and information. so she did what any confused and slightly scared person would do; run. it was hot and cold with riana williams. one day, she made you feel loved and on top of the world. other days, she made you feel like you killed her cat. and you'd think the mixed signals would be enough for you to do way with it altogether. but when riri loved on you, it felt as if there wasn't anything you could not do. it was very clear and obvious that the two of you brought the absolutely best out of each other. you complimented each other so well, in every way. same interests, same ambitions. you even mimicked each other's mannerisms. when it was good, it was so good. but the more serious it got, the more at stake your feelings were.

she would constantly remind you. how much she would not, could not, be in a relationship. how much she didn't see the point. how much of a waste of it time it was. besides, she couldn't have no love shit fucking up her focus. what was understood, didn't need to be explained. and if she didn't remind you with her words, she sure as hell reminded you with her actions. until one day, you were pushed past your limits.

a half-asleep, sluggish riri, lugged her body to the door after hearing a 4th round of hard knocks ricocheting off of her door.

“who the fuck is bangin’ down my shit,” she cussed to herself.

“i’m comin’, damn!”

she swung the door open to be met with a drenched from rain, and very angry you.

“what the fuck, riri.” you semi-yell.

“woah. what happened to you?” she genuinely asked, moving over to let you inside.

“what happened to me?” you scoff, with shock at her audacity. “you were supposed to pick me up over an hour and a half ago, ri.”

“oh, shit.” ri’s face dropped at her realization. she was supposed to pick you up from school, as she promised. all public transportation was delayed, and it was entirely too pricey to uber. “my bad.”

this is the 3rd time she forgot.

“your bad? it’s horrible outside ri. you weren’t even a little concerned about my whereabouts?”

“I said my bad, y/n, damn, what you want, a love letter?” ri spat at you.

“I can’t believe you.” you laughed to yourself, almost fully in disbelief of what was going on right at that moment.

“it’s common fucking courtesy, to come to your girl’s aid when in need, but your promise? which I didn’t ask for by the way, then made it a responsibility. and you failed to show or do either.”

“man, whatever. you got here all on your own just fine, ain’t it? what, your side nigga came and got you, hm?”

“you are un-fucking believable. naturally this is my fault. you know what I am sick and tired of your shit, you must think I’m some sort of d—“

you were interrupted by a voice following behind riri, accompanied by footsteps.

“ri, who’s at the door? come back to bed.”

immediately your entire body froze in place and your eyes began to well up on command, against your will. everything went still. the silence that filled the room could be sliced with a razor. your eyes met with the girl standing behind riri, her tall, slim, athletic build wrapped around in a silk robe. then shifted to a guilty riri, staring at the floor in shame. "fuck." she let out a guilty whisper. so this is what she had been doing. why you had been left out in the cold rain, damn near across town. fucking other girls, occupying her time with things that were clearly more important than you. "i-is, this your gi-" "nah, she not." ri says rather quickly, not even letting whoever this girl was finish her question. your bloodshot-red eyes darted to the young engineer with a piercing glance. she gave you back a shrugged off look, seemingly in attempt to double down on her answer, just this time with way less confidence. once processed what she'd done, guilt sprung onto her again. you turned around to head bolt out the door. "y/n--" ri attempted to stop you, to say god knows what. the pain you felt was venomous. you just needed to get out of there. "fuck you, riana." your harsh and emphasized words slicing through her one syllable at a time. you left and never turned back. as hurt as you were, you refused to put yourself back through the emotional turmoil again. you were aware the two of you weren't in a relationship, and be that as it may, if that were the case, boundaries should have been set on what you two should and should have not been doing. and being that they weren't, you and your feelings got wrapped in all of ri's sweet words, and dramatic love professions and believed that maybe her mind would change. you'd been hurt before by her, but never like this. you'd never dream she'd go as far as this. ri's guilt and regret was eating her alive, bit by bit, piece by piece. she loved you. she knew it, you knew it. however, her self-sabotaging ways would not allow her to flourish in love, or damn near anywhere else. she called and called, and texted and texted till her phone glitched out. she sent letters to your house. once you blocked her, she texted and called from other numbers. she even popped up at your house on a couple occasions to no success. she looked crazy, hell, she FELT crazy. after awhile, she decided it'd be best to leave you alone, give you your space.

i mean, maybe this just proved it. how unworthy she was of love, of you. so she did what she knew best. she slept around, girls in and out her house. she sold promises and dreams. she did any and everything to distract herself from the fact that she is downright, indubitably, outrageously, in love with you. and no matter how or how much she tried to fill that y/n shaped void, it would never suffice. months would go by, and all her shenanigans would come to a cease. no matter what she did, or where she would go, she would think of you. everything reminded her of you. every song, every show. as much as she had fucked this one over, she so badly wished to just see you once more. at least to apologize properly. ri wasn't the type to vent or be vulnerable, but if it was anybody she would do for, it was you, and key. key wouldn't hear the end of it. but he would never fail to let her know how bad she messed that one up. key was supportive always, but he would always hold you accountable for your shit. you'd been away on a study-abroad trip in germany, growing, flourishing, in more ways than one. you weren't really tripping about love. you'd been seeing people here and there, but it really wasn't your focus. this past weekend would be your last weekend, and you'd be heading back home to your city. ri and key were chilling in her living room the day of your return, having a regular weekend kickback, talking shit, shooting dice, you know, regular best friend shit. "how many times i'mma tell you, you can't beat me in no strategic shit, no day," key says laughing, picking the money they had both put up from off the ground. "man, whatever, you just got lucky," she playfully nudges key's shoulder. ri takes out her phone, and opens her instagram, going through some stories, when she gets to val's story. when she clicks the pink/orange ombré circle, she sees a boomerang of you, throwing your hands up, jumping next to your suitcase, right in front of the airport, with the caption, 'my best friend's back in town!!! mimosas on me :)'. it had been posted 4 hours ago, so you had been back for a little time. she wondered if she should mention it. just in the case that key knew anything. "so um.." she started. " i hear y/n's back in town from her trip.." "aw man, don't start that shit, leave that girl alone" key says shaking his head. ri immediately sucks her teeth, in annoyance, as if she wasn't trying to pry. "nigga, what you mean, I can't make a statement? I just said I hear she was back, not I was gone go hunt her down, damn." defensive she was. cuz it didn't all the way sound like a bad idea. "yeah..aight," key semi-chuckled at the defensive girl. "yea i think she just got back this morning."

"from a school trip, or some shit, right? that's wassup." ri plainly expresses her pride for you.

she looks back down at the post being held captive by her thumb, just examining you. you were glowing. your skin was radiant, hair growing, shape filling out; you truly looked— happy.

riri didn’t wanna get in the way of that. she just.. wanted to be another reason that you were happy— for real this time.

“fuck it,” ri thought to herself, deciding that she would finally reach out. on some calm shit though, you know. if she got rejected, she got rejected, at least she tried.

looking at the time it was 9 almost 10 o’clock, and she decided that if she was gonna make any type of move, it would have to be right now and while she was by her lonesome.

“ahhh,” ri stood up, fake yawning into a fake stretch. “aight my nigga, i’mma head out. i’m super tired, I’mma make it a early night.”

“naaa, already? you whack! what happened, can’t hang no more?” key teased, initially not realizing why it was she really was eager to leave.

“it’s not even like that,” the small girl started. “i just got stuff to do, that’s all.” she got up and gathered her things before semi-rushing out the door.

“mhm. leave her alone, ri!” key says mid chuckle. he could always figure her out.

“bye!” ri slammed the door shut and rushed down the steps and over and into to her black 2022 kia sedan.

she takes a deep breath and huffs out an exhausted sigh, juggling the thoughts of you through her mind. she unlocks her phone and goes to your contact, examining the details with her warm cocoa brown eyes, the same name and picture there from when you were ‘hers’.

after going back and forth for 20 minutes she finally presses the ‘imessage button’ and goes to text you.

5, 10 minutes go by and she’s a nervous wreck. ‘fuck,” she thought to herself. “i should’ve listened to key, i should’ve just left her alone.’

she goes to delete her message and the thread until she saw your text bubble pop up.

you, 1 not having her blocked, and 2 responding in the first place was a green enough flag for her. she decided she needed to see you. she had to see you. all this courage being built up by her own delusion needed to be acted on immediately, without a second wasted, or else it would continue eating at her.

‘can i pull up on you?,” she sent. before you could even respond, she came anyway, and parked a few houses down.

as she awaited your response, she reached in the back seat, bringing in front the black plastic bag with a bottle of don julio, a carton of lemonade, and two ice cups she had previously bought that afternoon for her and key.

her nerves were certainly jumpy, so she decided she would sip a lil something, just to take the edge off. she poured the liquid courage and the citrusy chaser into her ice cup, and sipped directly from the rim, neverminding the straw that was placed in the bag.

remembering the j she rolled that afternoon also, she takes it out her pre-roll case rested in her cup holder and lights it ablaze. after blowing out the potent flame, she lifts it to her aquaphor’d lips, cl and welcomes the wavelength of smoke through her mouth/nose and into her bloodstream, french inhaling with shut lids.

no matter how badly she wanted to see you and talk to you, she wasn’t confident in having too sober of a conversation, in fear of her thoughts consuming her and her fucking this up once again.

she felt all her muscles and joints slowly relax into each other, the smoke parading through her system. involuntarily, it was beginning to arouse her as well, but those feelings would have to take a backseat on this one. she wasn’t on that, tonight. I mean shit, if you was, but her main focus was getting her lady back. at least the best friend portion of you.

after her 4th pull, her phone buzzes in her lap, and she almosts drops the blunt trying to get to it.

you lived about 10 to 12 minutes away from her, so that’s roughly how long she lingered down your block, trying not to look so desperate, but fuck it— she was.

desperate to hear your voice again, to smell your warm vanilla and musk scent, to hear your laugh, to hear you call her, ‘riana.’ in that stern, warning voice.

‘i’m out front.’ she sent her final text before she would see you for the first time in months.

ri began to get even more jittery, her hands and the back of her neck producing sweat quicker than normal, awaiting your arrival. she couldn’t tell if it was her nerves surrounding the situation, her being cross-faded, or both.

after what felt like forever, there you were. even more beautiful than remembered. she watched intently as your toned figured came walking down your brownstone, and forward to her car.

your now grown out, awkward length hair, tucked away into knotless braids fell down to the small of your back. a light grey short-sleeved cropped tee, lettered ‘brat’ in black letters, decorated your torso, black cotton shorts hugging your hips. your feet placed in white socks and dark grey yeezy slides.

you approached the vehicle, more at ease being that she had illegally dark tints on her windows, preventing you from seeing her see you.

you opened the door, and as soon as you entered, all the memories came floating back instantly. the lights on the roof, the smell of weed and baccarat rouge mixed together, her hand rested on her lap, thumb and ring finger through silver ring bands. her seat laid all the way back. her looking at you like— that.

“hello, riana,” you say plainly, in a joking way.

“hello, y/n,” she replied, smirking inbetween the sentence.”

it’s silent for a second, before you decide you didn’t want this to be awkward, no matter how you felt previously. you made the conscious decision to fill up the air.

“so,” you began. “i’ve been summoned. what’s going on?”

“well don’t say it like that,” she replied. “I just wanted to check in, make sure you was ‘aight.”

“oh please, riana williams, check in?” she laughed in disbelief. “checking in tonight of all nights? it’s been months.”

“i mean shit, iono what you got going on,” she began, slowly leaning into what she knows best. mess. “you probably been up under some nigga or some, why would i interfere in that?”

“okay,” and that was your cue. immediately you get irritated and reach for the door, preventing this from going any further down the sinkhole.

“okay, okay, wait, wait,” she tugged on your arm restricting you from moving.

“no, riana, it’s always the same shit with you. this is what you called me outside for?” you spat.

“no! no, i’m sorry, I— i’m just,” she breathed for a second, trying to get herself and her words together. “I’m working on it. I’m a work in progress.”

you scoffed and folded your arms, leaning back in your seat. “yeah, okay.”

“i’m serious, y/n/n,” she called your nickname given by her. one you haven’t heard in so long, yet the sound of it was so familiar and so sweet on your ears.

“I did, and said a lot of fucked up shit to you, when we were together, I can admit that,” her intoxication began to aid the word flow out of her brain and through her vocal cords.

“together? i was never your girl. remember? those were your words.” you shut down her insinuation.

“and that was another mistake I made, if not the biggest. i should’ve made you a priority and stayed consistent, I’m sorry, y/n/n. you deserved way more than I gave you,” her confessions began to roll out slowly but surely.

hearing her words and the sincerity in them made your eyes fill up with tears, playing tug of war with your need to stay tough and the need for release. to take that weight off your chest.

immediately she senses the tension around you and places her hand on your thigh and grips firmly.

“well, why’d you take so long!” the jig is up. the pain is all throughout your voice, tears beginning to flow out. “why’d you take so fucking long to realize that, riana?”

“y/n—“ she begins, fighting her own tears herself.

“i loved you. i love you, I’d give my last to you, you made me look like a fool and I STILL chose you. you’d make me feel like I was on top of the world and the next minute you’d rip the ground right from underneath me. and crashing down I came. still wanting you. still needing you.” you express, each word lifting a brick off of your chest.

“i don’t know, okay!” ri blurted out, choking on her words. “i’m fucked up, i’ve been fucked up for a long time. i could never keep or maintain a good thing in my life because i’d be waiting for it to end or for it to be thrown in my face. i’d want one thing in my mind and something totally different comes out my mouth. but it’s you, it’s always been you,” you stared through her bloodshot red eyes, finally receiving the truth and holding onto every word.

“you lit a fire under my ass, you forced me to look at myself. no one has ever done that to me—FOR me before. you make me crazy. you make me want to be a better person. you make me want to destroy ever person even SLIGHTLY responsible for causing you pain, including myself,” her face was glistening, wet tears reflecting off the brake lights of the car parked in front of her. she didn’t give a fuck how she looked anymore.

“i spent every night since we parted ways replaying all the things i’ve done to cause our separation over and over and over, drowning in my reality. I’d take it all back, good and bad, just to see you smile at me the first time you ever did. there was so much love in your eyes. and i watched it wither away, piece by piece. And i’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

you reached over and held her by the sides of her face, wiping her tears with your thumbs and gently kissing her lips. the sensation of your soft, warm lips made her cry even harder. the first time she felt that hug in months. nobody felt like you.

you hopped over into her seat and straddled her, not breaking the kiss. her hands roamed down your sides and over your ass as she pulled you closer to her. if she was dreaming, she’d be taking advantage of every moment.

you began to slightly move your hips along her leg, whining in her mouth, her mimicking your sounds in equal bliss and pain.

she wrapped her hand around the end of your braids and tugged slightly, exposing your neck and leaving soft, french kisses all along the middle.

“riana,” you breathed out.

“baby, please,” she pleaded. “let me fix it.”

you wanted to let her tear you apart. destroy your clothes and do away with them. you wanted to take out all your hate and love for her out on her body. you wanted to go right back to the every day you knew it as.

but you knew better. you learned better. y/n today is not the same y/n from months ago.

“i love you, riana.” you confessed aloud and hopped back into the passenger side.

“but I can’t let you back in. not this way. not right now.” you set your boundary, no matter how much it hurt. and decided it was time to go. you had overstayed your stay.

head down, eyes low, she just woefully nodded. she understood and she had to respect it. she made her bed, it was time to lay in it. but she would never give up.

“hey,” you bent down in her vision after stepping out the car. “we’ll see each other again. under better circumstances. bye, ri.”

you closed the door and headed back to your apartment, shedding more and more silent tears.

ri layed in the driver side seat in agony. counting down the days until that day. the last thing she wanted to say to you playing over and over in her head.

“i love you too, y/n. so fucking much.”

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part 1.

a/n: two fics in one day? WHO AMMMM IIIII!!!!!! but anyway, here's yet some more angst for y'all to enjoy, but don't worry, the smut is coming🤭, I'm just in my messy era rn!

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Not a sound could be heard coming from apartment 11B. Even with heightened hearing and senses, all Shuri could catch was the distant sounds from outside. This was odd to the panther, who checked her beads for the fifth time since arriving at the complex. It showed the second pair in the apartment, but that they weren't being worn. While this was normal for Riri, to take them off and leave them around the house as she went about her business. However, the lack of music, laughter or conversation - or cursing - wasn't. Feeling familiar panic rise in her, she took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in silently. She scanned the room for anything out the ordinary, only to find things almost exactly as she left them.

After checking every inch of the apartment and balcony top to bottom (admittedly, even places she knew were ridiculous like cabinets under the sink), Shuri pulled out the phone the smaller scientist forced her to get and checked her notifications. Seeing nothing, she shamelessly types in Riri's instagram handle to see if she's posted anything. To her surprise, once again, Riri has two stories up. Out. Of. The. Ordinary. Riri never posts on social media, sans sharing an event flyer for a cousin back home, or a protest when they pop up. She certainly never posts herself. Most people who have never met Riri in person wouldn't know what she looks like.

One photo of her nails, done freshly in a deep red to black ombré, contrasted against her moisturized skin as she sits in a car. The second slide, of her and her friend MJ dancing at one of the local clubs Riri always says she hates makes Shuri choke on nothing but the air in her mouth that she didn't realize was slightly open.

Shuri set her phone down and paced around the "shared" apartment trying to bring her blood pressure down. She noticed how little of herself was there, how it didn't really feel as shared as she would like. Of course, she bought it so Riri could live there but the younger scientist made her promise that it was "theirs", not hers alone. Shuri agreed so Riri would stay there, and honestly she was happy to have a place to be. And happy to share anything with Riri. But she had to be honest with herself about how little time they'd been spending together since Shuri has had more work on her plate. Sure, they're just friends but it didn't always feel that way. At least not to Shuri, and she hoped to Bast not to Riri.

She continued pacing and decided she should text Riri - but that caused it's own anxiety. What should she say? Should she text her at all? Did Riri want to be bothered? One thing Shuri could almost always rely on were her instincts and intuition and she felt discord between them, even just sitting in the air in the empty apartment. She had felt it the past few times she'd been "home", but tried to ignore it since Riri seemed to be. But now, it was too far out of the ordinary to ignore any further. She pulled her phone out and typed and retyped about a thousand times.

She finally decided, after taking four shots of whatever dark disgusting liquid Riri had in the cabinet and pacing for another 10 minutes, to just address the beads. She wanted to sound concerned but she wasn't sure if that's how it came off.

Regardless of how she sounded herself, Riri made herself clear.

At the club, Riri was four shots deep of something dark herself. She hated this place, all the people touching her and the lights and music were so over stimulating but she had committed herself (and to MJ) to at least try to have a good time. Good being subjective, since she wasn't having anything near the type of time MJ seemed to be.

She walked around the bar after ordering two more shots, both for her but she pretended they weren't until the bartender walked away. She headed back to the dance floor reluctantly to find her friend who was dancing with any girl who wanted to and a few guys who didn't do too much. Riri respected it, everyone deserves to have fun but MJ had been particularly down about some breakup she wouldn't explain. Riri understood that too, being that she couldn't exactly explain why she was heartbroken either, given that she was never in a relationship to begin with.

She found MJ and was pulled into the mix immediately. She resisted it for a bit, but finally feeling the effects of her 6 shots, she started to question why. Why shouldn't she try to have fun? What was she hiding from? Sure, almost everyone around her was an idiot and sure, they'd be hung over the next day, and sure she was heart broken and didn't know how to fix it. But so what. She was young, she was tired of being sad about something - someone, who didn't seem to notice. And she wanted to feel better. So she let herself dance. She let herself shed the chip off her shoulder and she laughed with her very fun, very drunk best friend.

Until her phone buzzed. She was surprised she even felt it with all the mess going on around her. She didn't feel like checking it, knowing it was probably her mom sending her Facebook reels or her sister sending her tiktoks. She would get back to them later. She ignored it until it chimed again, which she found to be a very annoying feature from apple. So she pulled it out to turn on DND until she saw who it was. She groaned out loud, suddenly feeling all the fun fall off of her. MJ noticed and looked down at the shorter woman's phone.

"Sunglasses, really?"

"She put it to be funny." Riri smirked and immediately dropped it from her face, mad that she still thought it was cute.

"What did she say?" MJ asked, genuinely concerned noticing Riri's demeanor change, despite her own drunkness.

"Ion know, I'm probably gonna ignore it."

"Let me reply. You always ignore your problems until they get too heavy to handle."

"Are you tryna therapize me, Jones?"

"Maybe a little. Here, let me see." MJ grabs the phone against Riri's weak protest. She reads it and types, which makes Riri nervous. But MJ was right, she couldn't put the blame all on Shuri when she hasn't addressed her own feelings either.

"I'm going to be a little mean, I think."

"What do you meannnn?!! What did she say?!!!" Riri protested again, trying to grab the phone. MJ laughed at the height difference as all she had to do was lift the phone above her head. Shuri did the same thing often when they'd play around, and Riri hadn't realized she hated it until this very moment.

"Girl relax! I'm not cursing her out, but she needs to know she can't play with you." MJ said as she read the next text Shuri sent and quickly responded. This went on for over a minute, each second stressing Riri more until she decided to just give in. MJ really WAS right on all counts, even if she didn't want to admit it out loud. And why should she care what Shuri has to say anyway? She hadn't been home in days and had barely contacted her. Granted, Shuri doesn't HAVE to tell her anything, but they usually do. She was almost sure she was seeing someone but couldn't prove it. And really, she wasn't sure. Which drove her even more crazy, how delusional she was being. It was out of the ordinary for her, to feel this way about anyone. But she did. And she was mad. And even if she was wrong too, so was Shuri. So she let MJ do what MJ does.

Finally, the taller girl handed her back her phone. Riri took it and read it against her better judgement.

"Oh my godddddddd. She's gonna hate me tomorrow."

"I said what needed to be said, and someone had to say it since you weren't going to. Just because she's literal royalty doesn't mean she gets to play with your feelings. You're important and special too, Ri."

"Oh god. Thank you but please don't do that thing where you get drunk and cry. Pleaseeee." But it was too late, seeing MJ tear up and laugh made her laugh too.

"I won't, I won't! But I mean it. You do deserve better, and so do I! Let's do another shot!" MJ shouted as she ran off towards the bar, pulling Riri behind her.

Riri let it burn down her throat and tried her best to move on with her night. She knew Shuri wouldn't be texting her again, but part of her wishes she would. A big part of her wishes she would say something, or fight for her. Although she wasn't sure if there was anything to fight for. That was the problem between them, they played house and this constant domestic back and forth, but never stepped over the invisible line separating them. And Riri was tired of it.

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Vampire Series | Shuri Udaku

✰ Masterlist ✰

Pairing - vampire!shuri x black fem!reader

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✰ PART ONE - Who Are You?

— Sneak Peak - But she did not budge. Perched there, she observed you, and an increasing fear of her began to gnaw at you and Shuri seemed to sense this. She rose from her seat, advancing toward you, firmly placing her hands on the armrests of your chair as she hovered over you. Her lips were mere whispers away from yours, and the desire to both flee from and lean into her lips was a thin line in difference. You were torn between pushing her away and surrendering to the magnetic pull. Even though she had always held a certain dominance in your relationship, it was different now. It was hunter and hunted. Predator and prey. You felt so small, utterly defenseless, and you swallowed in anticipation, awaiting her next move

✰ PART TWO - Who Are We? coming soon…

✰ PART THREE - Who Am I? coming soon…

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Contains - smut (18+), angst, fluff

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @heejayy @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther @gardenof-venus @tiii-iiiiii @verachii @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @tishsrealwife @oceean @sookiesookie @myaraines @cafehyunji @6-noir @ventingfanfics @marsology @imjusthere2readbruv @desswright29 @ooglyboooglybitxh @sweetalittleselfish-honey (comment if you want to be added, 18+ only)

Writers Note: if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m a vampire whore. I love everything, and anything vampires. I’ve been wanting to write vamp Shuri for a hot minute now and I’ve had this story planned out for months and I’m excited to finally bring her to life (and death, sorry for that lame joke, I just had to), but anyway, part 1 will be up before the end of the month. Thank you everyone for your patience and for supporting my work ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Vampire Lore:

Powers Include:

Super Speed

Super Strength

Heightened Senses

Heightened Stamina

Heightened Durability

Telepathy

Dream Manipulation

Blood Tracking

Mind Control

Weaknesses Include:

Sunlight

Stake to the Heart

Decapitation

Starvation

To Become a Vampire:

Victim must be at the brink of death before the vampire turns them (turned by blood exchange). If the vampire turns the victim their self, while the victim is completely healthy, that victim will become attached to their maker (sired) until they learn to become their own

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not like the movies

“if it’s not like the movies, that’s how it should be.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

summary

"It's a crazy idea you were made perfectly, you'll see. just like the movies, that's how it will be. cinematic and dramatic. with the perfect ending."

Absolutely flawless in every way-as a daughter, a student, and a girlfriend. You live life guided by the choices your parents made and the fear of disappointment.

Up until she showed up, everything changed.

The Wakandan Princess arrives on the MIT campus as a new transfer student, and Shuri's presence throws all of your plans off course. For in your life, you make your own choice, love.

word count: 12k (i added more)

themes: perfectionist reader, university students, falling in love, arranged relationships/marriage, shuri noticed the little things and that’s everything

warning: sex, smoking, drinking, controlling parents

dedicated to my lyric @inmyheadimobsessed. this is her fic i just wrote it

hi ✨- i woke up with one mission and that was to write the part that i added at the end so i spent all day writing for the first time in forever… it was nice. anyways the response when i first posted this was overwhelming 🥺 i hope you all have/find fairytale love 💜 AND I ADDED MORE this was the beginning of part two i reworked.

happy speak now taylor’s version to all who celebrate she took track 21 out the vault for me but folklore has me in a chokehold rn

"No, not that one."

Shuri looks to the MIT junior who is showing her around, blinking to recover focus. “What?” Shuri inquires, her face confused.

Riri follows Shuri's gaze to the girl who caused her to come to a halt in the middle of the courtyard where the club fair was held. "I can see you staring. There are plenty of girls on campus, but not her." Riri repeats herself.

The Wakandan didn't understand the reaction. Was she someone Shuri should avoid? “Is she mean or something?”

"No, she's a friend of mine. Sweet girl. I'll introduce you, but she has a boyfriend, and they're getting engaged soon." Riri states it simply. Deeply committed and getting ready to marry.

Shuri suppressed her disappointment at the news. “Who said I was interested?” Shuri replies, trying to play off her first emotion to seeing arguably the most stunning woman she'd ever seen. A face like that was one worth remembering.

Riri gives her friend the side eye, sucking her teeth in response to Shuri's denial. “You stopped in the middle of the walkway,” Riri notes, pulling Shuri out of the way of a small group trying to bypass the pair. "And keep your bottom lip closed. You're drooling." Riri cracks a joke, tapping Shuri on the chin. Shuri frowns, yet her heart flutters at the prospect of speaking with the one who took her breath away.

The club fair, one of MIT's most significant events, required you to show your face as president of the SGA. In designing programs, services, and policy decisions, the Student Government Association represented students' perspectives. The governing body distributes finances to authorized clubs and organizations and is responsible for defending the student body's rights. It was a lot of responsibility, but you'd spent your entire life overcoming obstacles to get to the top.

You were sitting at a table decorated in university colors, with a spread of pens, stickers, pamphlets, and lollipops, among other things, to draw attention. Numerous people had stopped by, and the email sign-up list was already two pages long. Maybe it was the way you smiled or the sound of your voice that pulled people to you, but connecting with others was in your nature. It's no surprise that you were well-known among your peers and instructors.

You're finishing up a talk with a woman and her son, a first-year student, when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Riri Williams. Meeting Riri was an unforeseen relationship; you needed assistance with vector calculus, and she came through. You respect your friendship with Riri; she wasn’t like those who clung to you for popularity and relevance. She was genuine, and it was also refreshing to have one aspect of your life that your parents didn't dominate. You were, nevertheless, perplexed by her appearance. Riri spent much of her free time in the lab experimenting and working on personal work. She told you as much when you tried to recruit her into the SGA when you were both freshmen a few years back. You smile as you wave the mother and son away before scolding, "Riri, get away from my table," swatting the hand and reaching for one of the lollipops. "You had two years to join and-"

"Relax, ma. I'm not here to bother you. I'm not really interested in these little club events." Riri motions to the person who has followed her. "All I'm doing is showing Shuri around." You notice the Wakandan royal standing close to your friend.

The level of awe is overwhelming. The Kingdom of Wakanda is a technologically advanced kingdom famed for its abundant resources of the material vibranium. You were aware of the royalty, including the Princess, Shuri's remarkable brilliant inventions. Thus her presence before you was unexpected.

“This is Y/N. University’s student government president, top student, presidents list, deans list-” Riri continues to itemize your successes, and you abruptly cut her off, unclear of her intentions.

There were a lot of public figures and famous children at MIT. Even so, you were taken aback to discover the young Princess traveled all the way from Wakanda to Cambridge, Massachusetts. She probably tried to fit in with the rest of the students by dressing like them in a faded Outkast tee shirt and light jeans, but her natural beauty stood out too much. Shuri's hair was arranged in tight coils, her enticing features the way her lips were full, a smile formed on her face flashing a flawless row of straight teeth.

When Shuri's eyes contact yours, your cheeks flush with warmth, and the air around you feels suffocating despite the fact that you're in the midst of the courtyard, with the breeze swinging the trees. "Just, Y/N," you find the words to say. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Udaku." You reach out your hand.

Riri frowns, "All this formal shit, just call her Shuri."

Having become accustomed to Riri's boldness, neither of you cares to take offense or give her any regard. Shuri clasps her hands in yours and shakes them firmly. “Yes, you can call me Shuri.”

Formal greeting exchanged, you can’t help but ask, "Wow, what drew you to MIT? Wakanda, I'm sure, has significantly superior educational institutions."

"I wanted to study overseas, and MIT provides great mechanical, scientific, and engineering creative programs. Riri is also quite convincing." Shuri chuckled.

You look over at Riri and say, "I bet she is," She sticks out her tongue as you realize she's stolen candy from the table.

"That's fantastic, and I'm sure the entire university is thrilled to have you here. I am the President of The Student Government Association, as Riri stated. Please do not hesitate to contact me if you have any issues." You take up the light green pen you've been carrying, scribble down your cell phone number, and offer it to Shuri.

Ignoring the way your skin prickles as your fingers brush against it. Shuri carefully places the piece of paper with precise nine digits written in green in her pocket. Riri speaks again, "We're probably going to hang out at my apartment this weekend. Are you coming?"

You hesitate for a moment, considering everything you need to do. Today was Tuesday, which was your day in the library, so you'd have to make up for lost time over the week. You also had a date with your boyfriend this weekend. You wouldn't be able to. "I can't. I need to catch up on work and attend Travis' parents' gala this weekend."

Riri's eyes roll at the mention of his name. "The only person I know that has planned out every little detail of their entire life."

"Be quiet."

Overhearing the exchange, someone would think Riri was kidding or exaggerating, but she wasn't. Since your birth, the urge to satisfy your own wants has been overwhelmed by the dread of disappointing your parents. Besides, it could be worse. They wanted you to be influential, to shine amongst others. They had a say in everything: schooling, personal life, and romantic relationships... Everything was all right. "It means no time to lose contemplating decisions when you can take action," your mother always stated.

"Whatever his name is, where is he?" Riri mumbled, her tone unpleasant. After learning more about your life, Riri immediately criticized your parents' and Travis' actions.

You and Travis have been dating since your junior year of high school. It wasn't a typical boy meets girl or meet-cute from a romance story. His parents had come home for dinner one day, which is how you met. You were forced to spend time together, left alone at various gatherings, and finally, as your parents intended, you got together. You've been together ever since.

His parents were wealthy and owned a multimillion-dollar software company, Gateway Software, with your father serving as a US senator and your mother as a lawyer. Their two bright stars were a match made in heaven. It's no surprise that you and Travis ended up at MIT together, with you studying computer engineering and him studying politics.

You narrow your eyes at her. She knew his name. You just said it. “You know his name. Travis, Riri, how are you going to act once we're engaged?"

Marriage was the ultimate goal for you and Travis. Your mother had informed you since senior year of high school that we would be your husband. Both of your parents were heavily involved in your relationship. Travis' parents believe that a couple should be engaged between twelve and eighteen months. Your mother reminded you it’s every girl's dream to marry her high school sweetheart. You may be married soon after graduation if he proposes now. Getting engaged during your junior year of university was the ideal timing, and there is a good chance the proposal would happen soon.

You weren’t unhappy. Your parents like him, your mom picked him, and that’s all that mattered.

Shuri clears her throat to renounce her presence, breaking up the mini arguments between you and Riri. “Sorry. Riri, we have that seminar in fifteen minutes.”

Riri’s eyebrows furrowed before straightening them out, “Uh, yeah. We’ll see you later, Y/N. Text me when you’re free.”

“It’s really nice to meet you, Shuri,” you tell her.

“You as well,” Shuri replied, and you waved them off, going back to your activities for the day.

The next time you encounter Shuri, she’s entering the library with who you’re sure is a member of the Dora Milaje entering, following a few feet behind her. Her gaze scans the room before settling on you. You were sitting alone, Tuesdays are your least busy days, and you usually spend hours in the library getting comfy with water and a candy bag, balance. It was your day to catch up on work or prepare for any future assignments, and because most people understood this, they were less likely to bother you. You admit you overextend yourself, but taking a breather is good.

From how she scanned the room, it’s evident she was observing the area, and you motioned her over. Shuri's face brightens when she approaches you, pleased to see a familiar face, and you can't help but smile at her radiance. You feel bad for not checking in on her, but this week has been crazy with the Honor Society elections and a gala with Travis and his parents.

Shuri turns to the woman, who is not so subtly following her; they exchange a few words before the woman turns away, and Shuri comes over to you. "Hey, Shuri!"

"Hi, Y/N," she softened her smile.

You ask, "How are you liking things at MIT?" quickly, anticipating that she may walk away. It's been two weeks since you had your initial interaction with Riri. You're sure the Princess has taken a few classes and explored some of the campus's offerings.

Shuri pushes the backpack she's carrying onto her shoulder. "It's great, but I just have two-morning lessons today. I'm at a loss for what to do with the rest of my day. I went to look at some of the sites on campus and ended up here,” she explains.

You're glad she came here by chance. Your initial meeting was brief, and you were both carried up in the wave of academia. You needed to figure out when you'd have time to devote to the new transfer. "I'm happy to see you. I apologize for not being more helpful."

Shuri, on the other hand, disagrees. "Please, no. Don't be worried; I'm sure you're busier than I am. Everything has been fine. Riri has been excellent, as have the Dean and other instructors. I'm doing good."

That made you happy to know she was settling in well. Without question, the school would go out of its way to make the most important person on campus feel welcome.

"That's amazing," you say, your voice drifting off as you consider your next words. Why were your thoughts slipping away from you? You then decide to share some of the snacks you brought with Shuri. “Oh, dum-dum?” You're watching Shuri's surprise, thinking she's being insulted, then noticing the candy in your hand.

The expression on her face makes you laugh so hard that the least appealing sound in the world escapes your mouth. You snort and hastily cover your mouth with your hands, your eyes wide in disbelief that you made such an obnoxious noise. The loudness of your amusement draws a few glances, and you mumble a modest apology. This time, it's Shuri's turn to laugh, and she does it quietly, aware of her surroundings.

"It's a lollipop," you explain as you pull the red package from your bookbag for Shuri to examine. In response to her admission that she is at a loss for the rest of the day, you make a suggestion. "On Tuesdays, you are welcome to join me. It is usually my study day. I'll be here all day. It's just me and my sweets." There was a random assortment of chocolate, lollipops, snack-size Skittles, and M&Ms.

Shuri raised an eyebrow at you, taking a seat. "That's a lot of candy," she observes, staring at your bag.

"People are wandering around here with nothing but Adderall and caffeine in their systems," you draw it closer to you. "I'm fine."

Coffee, beloved by all, was disgusting to you, and you discovered sugar a good substitute in your refusal to drink it. You remember being a kid, and your mother wouldn't even allow you to look at candy. She wasn't here right now. "If you're concerned, my dentist says I have exceptional teeth and brush and floss twice daily."

"It'll make it easier for me to sleep at night." Shuri jokes. The spherical bracelet on Shuri’s wrist rings, and she gives you an apologetic pout. "I must go, but seeing you again was great."

“You too,” you respond, disappointed eyes watching her stand. As quickly as she appeared, she was gone, rejoined by the person from earlier. You were left wanting more time with her, wanting to talk to her and discover more about her.

The opportunity will present itself the following week. You're sitting at an empty table in the corner, transferring your digital notes to paper. Rewriting them helped memorization. The sound of the chair pulling out draws your attention, and your pulse quickens as you see Shuri in front of you. "Well, hi," you said as you removed the lollipop from your mouth.

You notice her slipping into the open seat across from you. “Sorry, did I disturb you? You looked concentrated.”

You immediately shake your head. Her company could never be a disruption. “No, no. I was so absorbed that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings."

Shuri drops her bag down onto the chair next to hers and starts taking out various notebooks and a laptop. “What are you working on?” She wondered.

"Discrete Structures." The woman says, nodding. You liked the subject; discrete mathematics analyzes mathematical structures that are "discrete" rather than "continuous." It entailed a lot of work with integers, graphs, and logical assertions. "I use this pen since it's my favorite subject," you explain, holding out the pen you were now writing with, the colorful handwriting inked into the page.

Shuri reads through your notes; she is, of course, already versed with the material. She's probably taking courses that are way beyond your level of expertise. "Can I guess, computer engineering major?"

You exchange a look and a smile, both knowing she is correct. “Yes, how did you know?”

"The notions of discrete mathematics are directly applicable to computing concepts, easy guess." Her brilliance was admirable.

You blink at her, how she could take a simple answer and use it to learn more about you. "I believe," you say, pulling out the bag of candies you bought with you. "You should be rewarded for that." Shuri laughs at your childlike demeanor but nonetheless selects a mini bag of Skittles.

You get the same feelings the first few times you had Shuri near and alone as you did the first time you saw her. Butterflies and increased blood flow to the face. You figure it's because who wouldn't be nervous in the presence of one of the world's most brilliant minds? Your mind tries to justify that it was because Shuri was the royal of the world's most powerful nation. It was expected to feel nervous, fearful of doing or saying anything stupid that would make you look like a complete fool.

As the uncertainty fades, talking to Shuri becomes increasingly simpler. Her personality was the perfect blend of courteous, engaging, and dynamic—she was full of energy, and her mind was incredibly inventive. You were fascinated by her weekly research reports, and you soaked up all the information she presented to you. Her voice became your favorite sound, and you'd often get distracted while listening to her speak, but you'd never tell her. Shuri would probably become aware of how long she had been talking to you, and a world without her voice was not one you wished to inhabit.

Physical barriers were also being erased. You'd always sat across from each other, respectful of each other's personal space. Until one day, she goes from across the table to sit with you one day after you have a stressful day, your head is killing you, and you're very sure you've neglected essential nutrition. In the middle of the library, with your head on the table, Shuri’s there, one hand scrolling through her tablet. The other massaged your forehead and the base of your skull softly, relieving the pressure in your head. "You need to look after yourself," she says. I was well aware of the chaos that was your academic and personal routine. You mutter a quick response, immersed in the sensation of letting yourself be tended to.

Shuri no longer sat across from you after that day, instead choosing to remain beside you, bringing the two of you closer together. You could smell cardamom and iris close to her, warm and smokey. Soothing.

Outside the library, the three of you form a trio in that Riri and Shuri are usually together, and when you see Riri, you see Shuri. You're not bothered by it at all. It allows you to spend more time together. Every week you spent together, you discovered new aspects of her that you had overlooked the day before. The way in which she laughed. Her smirking expression. The amazing discoveries she brought with her every time. The intensity with which she stared at you when you spoke. The way she looked after you on bad days. How her fingers brushed on your skin.

You could have avoided it if you had spotted it sooner. You could have prevented yourself from falling. Cupid had shot his golden arrow, aimed squarely into your heart while you were only looking at Shuri, and he didn't miss.

You're in Riri's apartment on a Friday night. A few recognized faces are regulars at Riri's kickback sessions. Tonight was a rare time you could attend. Riri typically held them on Saturday, but you really wanted to come, and tomorrow was a definite no. Your parents were having a catered dinner at the estate for a few of your relatives who had flown in. Both you and Travis' families would be in attendance, and your mother had already chosen a dress. You could appear oblivious and pretend you didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow, but you knew in the back of your mind that everything would change.

To avoid raising suspicions about your whereabouts tonight, you told Travis you were going to a paint and sip before falling asleep as soon as you returned to your dorm. Unfortunately, you were a lightweight. You've never developed the tolerance to hold your alcohol, let alone the weed. Another thing you would only do if you were in Riri's presence and trusted her to watch after you. You were already gone.

You simply wanted one more night of normalcy with your friends before Travis took over your life. Juggling finishing your degree and wedding planning, if you’d even be allowed to do that.

You're lying on the floor with your head propped up on a pillow, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “Are you alive over there?” Riri asked, and you nodded. “Alright, because I don’t need Senator John trying to come after me.”

Others were getting started, but you were done for the night. You weren't paying attention to their discussion. Adding something would take thinking; you didn't want to do that right now. Until—

“Aye, Shuri, how’d it go with Stacey?” Stacey was someone you were acquainted with. You’d met a few times in a setting like this. She was always pleasant, but you had no idea Shuri was involved with her. Apparently, everyone else did.

You tilt your head to see Shuri, moving a bit too quickly for your current state since the room begins to spin, but everything stops when you find the one you've been looking for. Shuri’s seated on the couch, a joint between her lips before she hands it back to Danielle. Once the smoke clears, it's simply her, with her flawless skin and defined features. Getting consumed by her, you almost forget the conversation at hand. Almost.

"Did you do it?" Joshua rises up and begins thrusting against the air, and your face turns disgusted. Everyone else seems to think it’s the funniest thing in the world breaking out in a joined laughter that has your ears ringing.

Shuri's gaze is drawn to yours. You had no idea she was seeing someone. Does she not trust in you enough to tell you? Travis came up during your times together, not often, but she knew you were in a relationship, and you’d thought you were close enough. Shuri breaks contact first, turning to the guy who made the vulgar actions. “Cut it out,” Shuri laughs awkwardly. That doesn't sound like the one you're used to when it's just the two of you.

Riri chimes in, “That means she did.”

Upon hearing that, more people are begging for details. Having to listen to Shuri sit here and describe the night she had with Stacey makes you feel sick to your stomach. "Yes, you've got to tell us something because her ass is-"

You start speaking before you notice your slurred and loose words. "I believe that what you do in your private life should be kept private." Hoping to put an end to this discussion. You felt a fire in your chest at the thought of Shuri with anybody else; the feeling was absurd, and you had no idea why it hurt so much.

Someone sucks their teeth in response to your objection. “Of course, Y/N doesn’t like talking about sex.”

"That's because she's never done anything memorable. I mean, you've known Travis since high school, right?" The attention has turned from Shuri to you, and you're not sure which is worse—having so many comments flung at you, being the target of so many remarks.

Someone then says it. "Aren’t you getting engaged soon?" As the months passed, the thing that had been towering over you turned from exciting to terrifying. You could never tell anyone about the flaw in your rose-colored glasses. If you didn’t acknowledge it, it would go away.

“I don’t disclose my private affairs. Yes, I've known Travis since high school, and we're getting married. I don't see what the issue is." Your voice slightly rises. You weren't normally this defensive. You were used to the taunting and jokes. But you were happy with your life, so nothing could bother you. It was the path ahead. It was-

When Danielle opens her mouth, the crowd becomes silent, allowing everyone to hear her. "All I'm saying is going the rest of your life without an orgasm is crazy," she snarks.

Your intellect is too drunk to reply, but your blood is racing. Something snaps within you. In your altered state, you're on your feet and out the door as quickly as possible, wanting to be away from this debate anywhere but here.

You can hear Riri yelling at Danielle, "Watch how you talk to her," a few people call after you hoping you'll return. You wouldn't do it.

You are filled with various emotions, including hurt, hatred, and envy. You've heard a lot of jokes and comments about your sex, or lack thereof. You're used to people thinking you and Travis getting engaged was hasty, despite the fact that you've been together since high school.

For the remainder of your life, you're going to be his wife. He'll be your husband, and your life will be exactly as your parents planned all those years ago—an ideal partnership with assets and reciprocal benefits on both sides.

Your feet led you to the park across the street; you weren't familiar with the area, but you and Riri went there. A fountain was in the center, and you stood on the flat seating area, wandering about in a circle. That's why life felt like a never-ending circle of frustration. A series of instructions to leap and jump. Nothing belonged to you. You did not choose your school, your activities, ballet, piano, violin, debate, soccer... Your parents have meticulously planned your life.

You could hear someone approaching you with a call to your name amid your panic. "Riri, leave me alone-"

It was Shuri. “How did you know I was here?”

“I left after you. You move fast when you’re intoxicated.” She chased you. You tried not to let your pulse rate increase as a result of your emotions. The butterflies in your stomach that usually flew when the Princess was nearby, ready to take flight. "I think you should get down," Shuri suggests, possibly worried about you falling into the fountain.

"No," you groan, reminded of the cause for all of this—stupid Stacey. "Why didn't you tell me you went out with Stacey?" you demand. Shuri is surprised by your search for conflict and your willingness to be so straightforward.

Her face twisted in confusion. “It’s not that important,” she defends.

You freeze, standing still in front of her, looking down on her from your elevated vantage point. "We're friends and meant to tell each other stuff. You told everyone else except me," you complain.

She lets out an exasperated sigh, knowing that talking to you would be futile while you were like this. "I hooked up with Stacey and will see her again tomorrow. Is this what you're looking for?" Her tone reflects her irritation.

Tomorrow. She would be with Stacey tomorrow, and you would receive a ring with the promise of forever. "It appears that tomorrow will be a big day for everyone," you remarked as you resumed your laps around the fountain.

"What are you talking about—come on, Y/N, get down."

You're standing on the fountain's edge, and Shuri stares at you with intense, focused eyes. "No, you don't get it. He's going to propose tomorrow." You watch as Shuri's jaw clenches.

"Mrs. Travis Moore," you mumble in the dark of night, the taste in your mouth bitter. "They think he's going to be the future president of the United States, fucking moron can't even get to his classes on time," you try to lighten the weight of your remarks. You laugh to keep the tears at bay.

Once the panic subsides, you recognize its significance and analyze your thoughts. The pain was for the years that were taken away from you. Your entire life has been mapped out for years without a concrete decision. Anger because the illusion was collapsing. Your gaze shifts to Shuri, the woman you'd become close to during the months of bonding over candy and your common passion for research. Jealous of those whose lips got to taste hers and those who spent their time coaxing noises from her that you would never hear. Jealous that someone would be wearing a ring on their finger to match hers, a symbol of eternity and dedication, it wouldn't be you. The odds are infinitely against it being you.

You want to hide from everything.

You jump down and start walking with no idea where you are going. “Where are you going?” Shuri shouts, jogging up beside you. “I don’t know.” Your car wasn’t here; not like you would be driving anyways. You didn’t want to go back to campus with the possibility of running into Travis and him knowing you lied.

You stopped at the entrance gate, turning around, “I don’t know. I don’t want to go back there. Just leave me here,” you tell her.

Shuri shakes her head. “Absolutely not. I’m not going to leave you outside by yourself.”

“Well, I’m not leaving,” you respond stubbornly.

Shuri's expression is one you've seen before when she's stuck on a problem and begins thinking hard about what to do next. "Would you come to my place?" She asked.

Everything inside of you is screaming yes. Having a night to yourself with Shuri seems like a gift from the cosmos, granting you a small taste of happiness. You nod your head, “But I don’t want to walk to the car,” you plead. Shuri's face softened as she bowed slightly to allow you to climb on her back. You lay your head on her shoulder, inhaling the soothing aroma. Clinging to Shuri's back as she heads towards her car in the direction she chased you from.

Shuri's apartment is close to the MIT campus. The moonlight flows through the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing Shuri's life. It was your first visit, and you spent time absorbing the small details the moon permitted. The bookshelf has reached its capacity, and books have spilled onto the floor. Photos of her family, including her late father and brother. She spoke of them often. Artwork resembled the small sketches she'd make with your colored pens—everything she treasures in one place. "Come," Shuri said quietly, for the residence was dark without the moonlight.

Shuri takes your hand and leads you down the hallway. “This is the guest bedroom. You can sleep in here.” She opens the door, and it’s a simple room with a queen-sized bed. “I’ll be back. Do you need anything? Water?”

No, you motion with your head. "I'm okay," you said, your voice low and sleepy. Shuri's steps are hesitant as she exits the room as if she's worried about leaving you alone, and you nearly beg her not to. The only chance you had to spend with her was tonight, so you made sure to take advantage of every minute of it.

You lie down on the bed and wait, and the minutes seem to drag on forever. Shuri enters the room wearing sweatpants and the Outkast tee shirt she wore the first time you met her.

“Dum-dum?” She asks, handing up a lollipop. Pineapple with coconut. It's your favorite. As you recall your early interactions, you can't help but laugh fondly—the beginning of your story.

You take it from her, unwrap it, and pop it into your mouth. You're not studying, but you might be able to make an exception. Shuri stands at the foot of the bed, unsure of what to do, and the atmosphere takes on an uneasy tone. "What are you doing standing there?" There she was, and you really wanted to be beside her.

“You’re a little under the influence, and I don’t want to leave you alone.”

You consider your options. "You could rub my head? Please?” A self-interested request, "I'll help me fall asleep,” but you'd never get this chance again. That she does, she was opting to be here with you rather than sleeping in her own bed. When she lies down, she offers her arms and invites you to cuddle into her side. It's an excellent fit.

With Shuri so close, you can't help but be attentive, wanting to remember this beautiful moment forever. You let your imagination wander into fantasies where you're hers, and she's yours. You exist in unison. Instead of this lifetime, you're left to wonder what could have been. The silence is soothing, and you sink into Shuri's touch as her fingers strive to relieve the tension in your head. When you let go of everything, the only thing that remains is her: the way she smells, the way her hands touch your skin, and the life her words instill in you.

You are the one who breaks the stillness. “Have you ever wanted something you can’t have?” You have no idea what the question was about. To make your own choices. To be liberated from your parents. Her.

Shuri's fingers in your hair pause. "I know the feeling all too well recently," Shuri confesses.

You don’t respond, afraid you’ll say too much, but if she feels your heart beating, she doesn’t mention anything. The sound of her breathing lulls you to sleep.

You were leaving too soon in the morning, but you knew Travis or your mother would come looking for you to prepare for tonight. Shuri watches you with concern. The two of you barely spoke a few words since you’d woken up together.

"Y/N," she says, her voice strained. "You know, you don't have to do this." At long last, she was able to voice what had been going on in her head.

"Please, Shuri. I've heard it from everyone else but don't want to hear it from you." Your heart couldn't take it since you knew if she told you, you'd stay.

"I believe last night was the first time you were honest with yourself in the months I've known you." Her stare is deadly serious.

"I wasn't thinking clearly. Commitment is intimidating, but I'm alright."

"It shouldn't feel like that," Shuri says, interrupting your explanations. "You should not be afraid to spend the rest of your life with the person you care about."

"And you don't love him," she continues firmly as if that would be enough to convince you, but you were aware that you didn't love Travis. You never claimed to.

"I'm content and think I can learn to love him." This was your last argument since it was the clearest justification available. A life without Travis was an unstable situation, and you couldn't risk destroying everything if you had no plan in place.

It is still insufficient for Shuri. "You'd think after all these years of being together, you'd have learned by now."

She lets out a bitter chuckle, “You’re going to marry someone who, at the very least, doesn’t even know your favorite color. You have no idea how silly that sounds." It was an offhand comment, but it cut deep

The debate is hopeless for you. She’s prepared to counteract everything you have to say. "Can we not have this talk right now? It's finished." With Travis's future political aspirations in mind, this arrangement is more secure, guarantees financial stability for your father's campaigns, and strengthens social relations. That was the strategy. There's no possibility you'd ever intend to undo your parents' hard work.

Shuri sighs, “It’s hard to accept this when I know you deserve better.” Her words wounded you. A message alerts you that your Uber return to class awaits you outside.

You hate leaving now, knowing that your actions have affected Shuri, witnessing her friend settle for a life that isn't hers. If she only knew how difficult it is for you to depart from the security of the one love you've ever known. You're grateful she found a place in your life; otherwise, you'd never have felt this way. You reach closer and kiss her cheek, a selfish deed for your own satisfaction. “Thank you.” You whisper.

This was the conclusion of your story since you had to deny your feelings for Shuri until they faded to darkness. Hanging on to hope can only lead to heartbreak. She wasn't yours, and she never would be.

Dinner with your parents and Travis' family is similar, except that there are a few more close relatives from your respective families there. You spent the morning with your mother at the salon, your hair in a low twisted bun. "A photographer is coming tonight. I need you to be perfect." A makeup artist arrives at your house to prepare you for the night. Your mother had chosen a pale pink modest dress for this occasion weeks in advance, the tag digging into your neck.

Everyone at the table is staring at you, a knowing expression on their faces, and you can't stop the knots in your gut from twisting. The conversation is light, with everyone chatting about themselves:

"I purchased that new BMW 2023."

"Gateway Software stock jumped this week!"

"I went golfing with the Mccoys!"

They said it in a way that made it appear as though they weren't secretly attempting to outdo each other.

"Oh, Y/N," your aunt says in an attempt to catch your attention. "I was contemplating selling my Cape Cod beach home. I believe that would be an excellent area for you and Travis to settle down after you graduate."

Travis' mother expresses her displeasure, saying, "Don't you think I'll be hazardous for the children so close to water?"

Your mother is quick to interject, “Y/N will be an amazing mother. She will not let my grandchildren drown."

As if she understands what a wonderful mother looks like. As if any of the ladies in this room knew what it meant to be a mother, to care for and love their children. You remain silent and smile politely at your mother, defending your unborn children. You were confident that if you opened your mouth, you'd dry-heave. Discussions about children, homes, and marriage. A future with someone you didn't care for—a life you did not desire.

Later, when you're all gathered about continuing to exchange small conversation, holding a glass of three thousand dollar champagne you can't force yourself to drink, it happens—that moment you've been dreading.

A fork clinks against a champagne glass, capturing the room's attention. Travis smiles big, standing center stage and ready to play out the scene you’ve prepared for. "I believe we all know why we're here,” He starts, cutting his gaze to you. You’re sure those surrounding you are buying into it, the couple head over heels and ready to say ‘I do.’ “My dear Y/N, I've been the luckiest man in the world since I met you in high school. Y/N, She’s beautiful uh- smart, she… she’s beautiful and a great person.” Here he was proposing to the love of his life, with impersonal and flawed lines. He didn’t rehearse.

The man before you continues his monologue, “So, will you make me the happiest man in the world,” Travis says, setting his glass down and bending to one knee. Putting in front of you a diamond whose price tag would put a neighborhood's worth of groceries to shame. “Will you marry me?”

You knew your line was a ‘yes’ because, unlike Travis, you had practiced it. Each day until a few months ago, when uncertainty crept in, and your heart ached for more, no longer content with being without passion. Your first clench, and you close your eyes for a second to imagine being anywhere but here, too. You calm the growing panic. In the sanctuary of your imagination, you and Shuri are in her arms as she hugs you and makes you feel so cherished and loved, a sensation you've never felt before her, and the prospect of never being able to feel that way again makes you want to cry.

When you open your eyes, the vision shatters by the reality before you. This was it, and you peered down at Travis on one knee. You'd say yes, he'd slide the ring on your finger, and that was the end of it. You carry a diamond around campus. You have an enviable love story; unlike so many other girls who spend their entire lives looking for love, you found yours at an early age and made it work through all of life's challenges and hardships. A love story that most people only fantasize about. You only had to say yes, so you were astonished even by yourself when the word "No" rolled off your tongue.

A chorus of gasps sounded out over the room. His mom says, "dear god," and his dad responds, "What did she say?"

Travis is mortified and unsure about how to proceed. This improvisation was not in the script, and you couldn't move on to the next page without the answer everyone in the room had expected. "I'm sorry if you didn't hear me. I said will you marry me?”

"No," you say again. The more you looked down at him, the more anxious you became. “Travis, get up, get up!”

His father steps in, “Are you two having relationship issues? We can pay for a counselor-“

A typical response, throw money at all your problems. “No! I'm not going to marry him. I don't love him!" Further disbelief can be heard across the gathering. As Travis stands, you take a step back.

Your mother intervenes, attempting to save your relationship with Travis. The breakup of your partnership would be detrimental to her connection to his parents. "Y/N, don't be ridiculous. How can you not love him when you've known him since you were young?" she argued.

You turn your head, pointing an accusatory finger, "Because you told us to!" Your mother blinks, her eyes bulging because you have never raised your voice at her in your entire life. You had never dared to disobey her before.

You're going to marry someone who doesn't even know your favorite color. Shuri's voice resonated in your head, and you almost laughed out loud because she was correct. He doesn't know anything about you. Throughout all your years together, you almost ended up in a loveless marriage contract out of desperation to keep your parents pleased.

You return your gaze to Travis and ask, "What's my favorite color?" Curious as to what he would answer.

In the presence of all your closest relatives, the friendly guy persona he'd been striving to preserve cracks. He fixed a venomous gaze at you, his brow furrowed. "What?" he muttered.

"Can you tell me what my favorite color is?" You slowly repeat.

"Y/N. I had no idea I would have to take a pop quiz to propose," he spits.

"After all these years, you still don't know my favorite color." You must get out of here and away from him. Away from these people. Back to the place where you felt secure.

When you turn away, Travis grabs your wrist. “Is there someone else?” and the silence is deafening. The whole room is waiting for the reply.

You yank your arm out from his grasp. "I don't know," you say honestly. But the uncertainty of Shuri was incomparable to the life here before you. "But I know I'm not going to marry you."

It's like déjà vu as you rush out of the room and into your car, but you're going towards something new instead of running away from your issues. A cacophony of voices called your name, but you paid them no attention. When you finally got the keys in the ignition, it was with trembling hands, and you looked up in alarm to see your mother and Travis approaching the vehicle. Her face was filled with terror, as if she was scared you had finally found your voice. The strength to say no, the flawless plan she put out for your life, was ruined and would remain so because you would never consider marrying Travis again. You didn't care about him. You didn't want a relationship like that with someone who didn't love you, and he didn't.

It was as though your emotions led, and your head followed as you drove through local streets until you arrived at Shuri's condo. You hurried out of the car, desperate to see her. Let her know that you recognize her truthfulness and that you do deserve and seek something better. Tell her how she invaded your senses and the first time you ever felt valued was in her company.

After trying the buzzer to no avail, you break. The defeat you feel causes you to sink into the hard cement steps and cry until your whole body shakes. The tears continue to fall as you take your hair out of the awful tight bun, ruining your nicely made-up face by wiping your eyes. You're not sure how long you've been there, letting the night chill nip at your skin.

A voice called out. “Y/N?” You couldn't tell who it was until you looked up and saw Stacey holding Shuri's hand. You can't resist the frown that forms on your face as you watch her with someone else, but you know you must be quite the sight with your unkempt hair, trembling body, and smudged makeup. You feel silly now; you forgot Shuri had been out with her. You stand up fast, an excuse on your tongue, but Shuri is quick. "Y/N- Oh my," Shuri rushes to you, dropping Stacey's hand. She's by your side in an instant, fabric wrapped around your shoulder. You hadn't even noticed her remove her jacket as she wrapped you up. “Why are you here? How long have you been out here.”

"I'm sorry, Stacey, but- another time?" She offers, knowing that their night is coming to an end.

Stacey looks between you two. You can sense she's disappointed, despite her efforts to be compassionate. "I understand. Will you text me later?"

Shuri says, "Sure, definitely," ignoring the woman she intended to spend the night with and instead focusing on you. You see the girl give a final look, her expression unreadable, as she walks away, while Shuri is intent on unlocking the door and getting you inside.

Shuri leads you into the kitchen and places you on one of the stools at the center island. "How come you didn't call me?" That's the first thing she says. If your name flashed on the screen, would she have answered the phone in the middle of the date?

"I left my phone at my parent's house." You respond. Shuri grabs a paper towel and passes it to you. You accept it, dabbing your eyes and watching the white material stain with your makeup. “I’m sorry I ruined your night.” You mumble half-heartedly. You're sorry for bothering her, but you're relieved she's not with Stacey.

Her arms are crossed as she stands with her back to the counter, the island between you two. "I'm not interested in that," Shuri says. "What if I hadn't come home tonight? You'd be out there by yourself." She expresses her displeasure, upset by your careless behavior.

You pout. "I wasn't thinking at all. I needed to see you," you confess.

Shuri sighs as she uncrosses her arms. "Can you tell me what happened?"

You put your head in your hands as you recount the night's events, afraid you'll cry again. "You were right. Riri, you, stupid Danielle. Everyone was correct, and I was too dumb to notice."

“He proposed.” You say it directly because you both knew it would happen. That wasn’t the answer she was seeking. She was curious as to why you were here. “Travis proposed, and I refused. I left after yelling at my mother in front of both of our families. I wasn’t thinking about anything.” Your words are mixed together and coming out quickly.

Except for you.

Shuri's body shifts out of your line of sight as she approaches you. A hand wraps around your wrist and pulls it away from your face. "You're not stupid," she says, her eyes sharp. “Don't say anything like that." Then her arms draw you in, and you feel at ease in her embrace. Every fall will be okay if she's there to catch you.

After a moment of holding you there in silence, Shuri speaks, still concerned about your well-being. “I’m going to get something warmer for you to change into,” Shuri says into your skin. You reluctantly allow her to pull away, and she's gone searching for clothes for you, and you're relieved at the prospect of getting this dress off.

Your gaze wanders about the kitchen, looking for something to focus on. The area is spacious, well-equipped, and thoughtfully planned—the appliances, counter, and storage requirements are all carefully arranged. The neatness of it makes you wonder if Shuri knows how to cook. There's a coffee machine on the counter, and you wince at the K-cup assortment.

That’s when you see it—a calendar. Most people would dismiss it as an uninteresting piece of paper that they forget to keep track of constantly, but Shuri's is true to her essence. She kept everything organized and arranged to keep track of the courses and projects she was working on. When you see your name on her schedule, you go over it again and again.

"Library with Y/N." is written in light green every Tuesday. You get to your feet to examine it more closely, your fingers running down the lines of Shuri's handwriting. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you go back a few months. A list of your favorite candies is on the reminders list's side.

You can't take your sight away from the paper when you hear Shuri's footsteps approaching. "Shuri," you begin, and the woman hums, answering your call of her name. “What’s my favorite color?”

Shuri responds immediately. "Green," she answers, effortlessly answering a basic question that the man requesting your hand in marriage couldn't.

In all the conversations you’ve shared, you never told her that. "How did you figure that out?"

“It’s the pen color you use to do your favorite subject. It's the first color gummy bear you reach for, and you always keep them separate. It was the color of your nails when you refused to remove the polish since it was so gorgeous even after it was chipped. It's also the color of the claw clip you sometimes use to hold your hair up." She talks and talks, presenting you with all the information she’s gathered just from observing you over your time spent together, committing every little thing about you to memory.

Her confession causes your lips to part, leaving you speechless for a split second. “You recognized all that?”

Shuri nods before proceeding. "I know you usually grab for the lollipops while reading, and once you finish a complicated question, you eat a piece of chocolate as if it were a reward." Shuri can't stop now that she's started. "I'm aware of all of this because I see you, and you're the first girl ever to steal my breath away." Her monologue does not have a script. Her statements are authentic and heartfelt.

You find you were not the first victim of Cupid's arrow, as he had struck Shuri, who had fallen in love with you before even knowing your name. Mirror hearts with identical puncture marks only beat for each other.

You return a truth of your own as compensation for her bravery. "When he proposed before I responded, I closed my eyes, and it was just you and me. How happy I am with you, the way you make me feel. To feel things I've never felt before because of you is terrifying, but the prospect of never feeling them again is even more so." Nothing could stop the fire from spreading. Shuri's sincerity was the lighter fluid to the sparks that ignited inside your body when you met her.

It all made sense as your world unraveled the second her eyes met hers. The initial encounter enchanted you, and everything following that shattered everything you thought you understood about love.

"I had no idea, Y/N- After all this time-" She pauses, gathering her thoughts, clearly overwhelmed by your confession. You know, when Riri informed me you were dating someone, it hit me hard. I tried not to like you, but the more time we spent together — do you realize how easy you made it to fall for you?"

The delicate expression on her features charms your heart. "Do you realize how effortless it was to fall for you?" you say softly. "I was afraid of the unknown, but this is what I want."

She's in your space; all you can do is lose yourself in her eyes. Everything in her heart is mirrored in her eyes when she looks at you. "Repeat it," she urges.

And you do it because you're no longer afraid. “This is what I want. I want you.” You were meant to be with her. Here and now.

Her hands come up to cup your face, fingertips brushing against the heated cheeks, and your heartbeat quickens. "Shuri," you inhale, staring up through your lashes. It feels lovely to be held. Shuri's heart races against yours; you know the sensation is equal. “Can I kiss you?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper. Shuri leans forward till your forehead is pressed together as you nod yes. Her lips are a deep, scarlet, beautiful, and inviting shade of red.

This is like a scene straight out of a movie. Only it's actually happening to you.

Against what the circumstances presented to you, the two of you had been waiting for this moment since you met. In anticipation, you’re chasing each other. Fingertips touching and lips brushing against each other’s, breathing catching as they become too close. Ignoring her request, you bend in and tenderly press your lips together in an innocent peck. When you separate, you can't stop the giddy feeling that comes over you, and you let out a short giggle.

Shuri smiles at you before leaning in this time, and there, where no one exists around you, Shuri kisses you breathlessly. Your lips move slowly and purposefully together. Neither of you makes an effort to distance yourself, making up for the lost time. All the time you've wasted wishing you could have been together. You don't know if we've been kissing for minutes or hours, but you can't stop yourself. You keep kissing Shuri, and kissing her, and kissing her.

You've never longed to be kissed so badly for so long.

You can feel her muscles tensing. "Y/N," Shuri exhales as she pulls away. She leans against your shoulder, her breathing heavy.

You pull back so you can gaze into her eyes. The shift in the atmosphere made you anxious that she was regretful about kissing you. "What's the matter?"

Shuri massaged the worry from your features using the pads of her thumb. "There is nothing wrong. I'm worried that my impulses are becoming too selfish," she reveals.

This causes a burst of energy to run through your spine. Shuri was considerate and patient with you, willing to repress her desire to ensure your comfort. You could only guess what was going through her mind. "What exactly do you want?" You'd give her everything she wanted, and you're confident that whatever was on her mind, you wanted it just as much.

Shuri gently grasps your chin and turns your head to peer into those dark-brown, hooded eyes. "Tell me," you insist, curious about what scenarios she conjured up in her imagination. “You. I want to witness you fall apart and listen to how pretty you sound when you feel good.” The intensity of your desire for her increases as you surge forward, pressing your lips together once more.

“Please,” you moan into her lips. Her fingers locate the zipper holding your dress up and slide it down. The fabric falls down your shoulders as it loosens over your body.

Shuri gently lifts you in her arms and carefully carries you down to her bedroom. The distinction between sex and making love becomes clear to you that night. Every physical act you two perform is a statement of your passion for each other.

Naked and tangled around each other, Shuri invaded all five of your senses. The taste of her kisses remained on your tongue as you waited for her to emerge from beneath the covers. The fragrance of cardamom, iris, violet, and amber is warm and smokey. The scent you’ve long associated with Shuri is now all you can smell as you toss your head from side to side on the pillow.

Shuri moves at a leisurely pace, indulging you in sensations you've not experienced before her. Clinging to the hand, Shuri has extended upwards towards you while the other hand maintains your thighs apart. Her sounds are wet and obscene as her mouth works between your folds. You're torn between running away from her and bringing yourself down on the face of her precise tongue's ability to dismantle you. Part of your mind tells you that it can't be any better than this as your breath leaves you and your body spasms.

She comes up once she's had enough of the taste of you covering her lips, leaving you sweaty and panting. After grabbing the lubricant, Shuri generously applies it to the strap. One hand wraps around one of your thighs, pulling your leg up on her hip to give her a better angle. Her other hand lines the tip with your opening. "So pretty for me,” Shuri murmurs as she presses forward, entering slowly. That is just one of the numerous compliments she has given you since you began. You're overflowing with emotion as Shuri reaches deep inside of you, and the feeling is one of stretching and warmth.

"Please let me know if it's too much," She breathes as she thrusts her hips, careful not to go too hard for you.

You respond with "Okay," but you don’t care if it is because you find yourself wanting it. Shuri begins to move into you, setting a slow but beautiful pace that has you moaning, and your body shakes. The waves of pleasure have you flinging your head back, a gasp escaping your parted lips, and all the air exiting your lungs. Colors dance behind your eyelids as your fingers fist at the sheets in an attempt to grasp something. Feelings of ecstasy flood your entire body, all the way from your head to your toes. You've never experienced a physical sensation quite like this one, in which you feel utterly attached and entirely overwhelmed.

You press your eyes tight and twist the sheets harder in your hold as Shuri slowly, blissfully, moves inside you. "Open your eyes for me," she pleaded, breath coming out short.

You follow her orders, looking up at her. “You’re making me feel so good,” you find the words to tell her.

As she rotates her hips and moans, your hand grips her shoulder for support, letting the sounds of your pleasure spill out. “My sweet girl, making those beautiful sounds for me. Taking it so well.” She mummers, watching you tremble underneath her.

A palm slides over one of your hands, Shuri tangling your fingers together as she thrusts into you. You grip her fingers tightly, relying on Shuri to keep you connected to her. “Shuri-” you choke out. She eases up, sinking her hips further into yours, wanting you to savor every sensation. Shuri holds your arms above your head with one hand and brushes your hair away from your face with the other.

"Show me how good I'm making you feel." Shuri gives the order. She kisses your lips briefly before shifting away, and you can't stop moaning, shaking in Shuri's grasp as your impending climax consumes you. You gasp as your lips open against Shuri's, and your muscles tense. Shuri continues to drive into you, extending the moment out for you.

It might be one of the best things you’ve ever felt in your life.

Throughout the night, Shuri takes excellent pleasure in extinguishing the never-ending desire in the pit of your stomach.

Perhaps being in someone's home, observing the most private elements of their existence while they slept in the next room, is intrusive. You're seated on the plush carpet, knees to the side. The night sky was aglow with the bright city lights, leaving enough lighting for you to admire the picture frames decorating the mantle closely. You found sleep easily beside Shuri, but it didn’t last long. Your thoughts jolted you awake. You slipped on your panties, and the first thing you could find, which ironically was Shuri’s shirt, quietly slipped out of the bedroom. The couch was the first place you sat down as your leg jumped with anxiety.

There were so many uncertainties that you would need to face—particularly your relationships with your parents and Travis. Your mother would undoubtedly try to salvage whatever remained of the connection with him, but nothing remained. You weren’t going back.

It’s hard not to think of the moments your parents' interference has tainted. Operating in a state of fantasy, obsessed with the thought of having everlasting love with your “high school sweetheart.” Your first kiss, first date, prom. When you look into the eyes of the man you thought you loved, you realize nothing was ever clear. Everything you'd been fed had distorted your mind into a joyful and optimistic state that failed to recognize negative events, resulting in an unrealistic vision of life. Cracks in the memories drained them from the rose color they’d been drowned in.

Your perspective on love is a product of the upbringing you had. You were growing up among what you believed were adoring marriages that turned out to be arranged pairings for selfish reasons. These families are infested with harmful ideals that have been passed down over generations. Their notion of love was longevity and control, how two individuals could generate strength in a world founded on power and greed.

You now see love as a collection of emotions and actions defined by closeness, passion, and commitment. All of which you lacked in your relationship with Travis. All of which your surrounding relationships were unable to develop. People's choices are their own, but you should never let them affect your decisions or life. You were grateful that you wouldn't have to start from a place of hurt and mistrust as you reinterpreted what love and relationships meant to you. Shuri.

Shuri, who feels as strongly about you as you do her. It's nice to have someone who makes you feel special and noticed. You are not the politician's daughter, the ideal girlfriend, or an academic scholar in her eyes. The corners of your lips twitch to be worthy enough to be valued in those magnificent, wondrous eyes. Her smiling face draws your attention to one of the bottom shelves of the bookshelf. You slide onto the floor and sit comfortably in front of the shelves. Careful fingers graze against the cool glass, preserving the original integrity of the photograph.

She is stunning. You remember the first day you met, and you never imagined you'd be here in a shirt that wasn't yours, reflecting on your choices after all these months. Everything in your being, from the cells to the elements, tells you you made the right decision choosing Shuri. When she's near, the visible flesh on your skin rises. When she speaks, your heartbeat quickens. The lips that know how hers taste. The oxygen you lose when she gets too close. You are filled with emotions; you feel so much, but the words can wait. Labeling anything could be too soon and put both of you under undue stress. The only thing that matters right now is you and Shuri.

As your anxieties subside, you look closer at the image, recognizing the late King's T'Challa and T'Chaka. Shuri frequently discusses her brother and father. She admitted to you it was hard in the beginning being avoidant of her grief, and memorializing loved ones who have passed on allows you to sustain connections—celebrating their life and sharing their love, happiness, and long-lasting memories. There's something so lovely about their smiles that shine through the photo that you can't help but move the corners of your lips.

The bedroom door swings open, and anxious footsteps enter. "Y/N," Shuri's nearly panicked calling into the darkness leaves a feeling of remorse in your stomach. You hadn't considered how waking up alone after such an intimate night together would appear to her. Your face flushes as the flashbacks run through your mind.

“My sweet girl, making those beautiful sounds for me. Taking it so well.”

Your face sinks into your hands as if the recollections of the passion you two made together will fade. When your name is called again, you realize, in your temporary anguish, that you never responded to the woman looking for you. "I'm right here," you say softly.

Shuri appears around the corner, and her distorted features relax for a few seconds before concern is written across her expression. "Sorry, I was looking at your pictures," you admit, moving your hand away from the captured scene.

"There's no need for an apology, my dear. I was just nervous when I didn’t see you,” she admits. You frowned. Who knows what would have gone through your mind if you were in Shuri's vulnerable position. Your heart wasn't the only one in danger. Shuri's investment was identical to yours.

It must have hurt her to see you depart yesterday morning, knowing you were going to come back engaged. You're curious if she's envisioned a life for the two of you and can’t imagine the pain of looking into the eyes of someone you wished to have a future with but knew it wasn't possible.

"Are you feeling okay?" Shuri questions. The air in the distance is timid, and the other woman takes her time to assess the situation before approaching. Your lips part to convince her that you're fine, but no words come out, and the room fills with a sigh.

You settle for an explanation for your absence from the mattress you were tangled in only hours before. “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to disturb your rest,” you say sincerely. If you stayed in bed, you'd be rustling the sheets, tossing, and turning.

"You could never disturb me," Shuri says with a slight grin.

"Even when I show up unannounced at your house and force you to end your date early?" Normally, humor relieves tension, but Shuri is unimpressed, most likely because of the indirect reference to Stacey. "It was a joke," you clarify.

Shuri squats down to look you in the eyes as she states, "It wasn't amusing, but even then. You could never bother me." Her words are simple but comforting.

Another thought occurred to you. "Did you expect me to come back?"

Shuri takes a seat next to you on the carpet, sensing you'll be here for a while. Her gaze goes to the kitchen, where you'd expressed those feelings you'd both battled to hide. “Truthfully, no. Still, I had hope." Her honesty is so heartbreaking that it makes you pause for a moment. There are so many things to wish for in this lifetime, and she decided on a wish for you. Shuri had a glimmer of hope for something that appeared hopeless.

"Did you think of us?" you wondered.

The questions continue to pour in, but Shuri is ready to respond without hesitation. “It’s impossible not to see you and let my mind wander to what it would be like if you were mine. Even when it appeared to be impossible."

Her words pierce your soul. She had been waiting for you. You have no control over falling in love. Nobody can prepare for the moment, but it's worth every risk when someone breathes fresh life into you and makes you feel alive again. Shuri's intense gaze assures you that the chance of harm is nonexistent. Your heart is safe.

You crawl over to Shuri, who’s prepared to accept you into her space. "Thank you for holding out hope for both of us," you say face to face. "I believe the universe has heard you." People talk about the romantic notion that there is someone for everyone, and Shuri is that someone for you. The bond between you and Shuri is something you have faith in.

"I'm just thankful that my dreams are becoming a reality." Shuri leans in to kiss your nose, and you can't stop the childlike giggle that escapes. "Mine, too," you say, contentment washing over you.

Silence follows as you and Shuri share a mutual gaze. You are captivated by the beautiful features of the woman. She probably thinks the same thing as you; I’m falling in love.

The longer you stare, the heavier your eyes grow. A yawn escapes you unintentionally, and Shuri chuckles. "I think you should go back to sleep." Now that the thoughts plaguing your mind from sleep dispersed in the wake of your lover coming to put them to rest, it was time for you to get back in bed.

Shuri extends her hand to yours after standing, and you accept it. As you feel the weight of her palm in yours, an overpowering feeling sweeps over you. The warmth of your love glows in the dark, the quiet of the night. You’re in disbelief that you almost gave this up, but part of you realizes fate wouldn’t have allowed the two of you to part. Shuri came into your life at the precise moment before you began serving a sentence of eternal misery. If the circumstances had their way, you weren’t supposed to be here.

Fate intervened just as you were about to surrender to the cards dealt to you. Regardless of place, time, or circumstance, two human beings linked by the red thread are destined lovers. This mystical chain may extend and tangle, but it can never break. The idea that you were both was made perfect for each other makes your chest swell.

The traffic light outside briefly flashed a red glare against the window. Shuri's hand draws your attention to her. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

“Huh?” Your eyes mirrored the depth of your heart's commitment and adoration, and you didn't even realize it.

Shuri's eyes are firmly fixed on you. “You’re tearing up, my love,” her thumbs quickly caress the fallen droplets from your cheeks.

The lack of sleep lessens the control you have over yourself. Instead of responding immediately, you collapse into Shuri's arms, and a wave of calm washes over you. You are encased in the only embrace that has ever shown you peace and security. "I'm fine, and it's only. You make me very happy.”

Lips gently press on your temple. Shuri wastes no time responding, “I'm just as happy, if not happier, because of you.” The sentiment fills you with pride. All you want is to make Shuri happy. To love her, and you can now, here, and forever.

You pick up your head to surge forward, connecting your lips, and Shuri melts into your touch. It’s still new for both of you, being able to act on emotions you’ve kept hidden, never suppressed. Even as time passes, you don’t think you’ll get used to the effects Shuri holds over you. No matter how long you live this lifetime together, you'll never stop falling for the one who had wished for your heart.

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kisskourt · 5 months

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why did you fall in love?

“why did you fall in love? it's a hard fall from way up here."

shuri x black!reader | 18+

summary: You're one of the deadliest assassins in the world in a relationship with a superhero. [18+]

word count: 5.3k

themes: dark themes, assassin!reader, love-blind shuri (she is in love, leave her alone)

warnings: murder, manipulation, knife play, dom!reader (if you tilt your head, then left, and squint), oral sex, bondage, riding, fingering.

hi ✨ PSA this is a side blog to my main one so i can’t follow anyone as vixentheplanet

i’m okay!

i’m just re-uploading my deleted works for now and answering ask

i hope to write again but mentally not there rn

Every day, it is estimated that about 150,000 people die all across the world. Of those one hundred and fifty thousand people, one and seven hundred twenty-eight thousand of those people are homicide victims. When the night draws to a close, and Tuesday takes her daily victims, just one had the privilege of seeing your face last.

Many people make the mistake of believing that women are weak and harmless. These preconceptions force people to drop their guard and fail to see a threat right in front of them. Another widespread misunderstanding is that assassins are always male, grim, and gloomy figures dressed entirely in black. No one would ever suspect you of such atrocities, the girl in the velvet corset and gold metallic miniskirt. You were grinning devilishly to yourself as you walked the short distance from where the taxi had dropped you off to your apartment building.

In prison, you were recruited as an assassin by a criminal organization named Callio. Callio is short for blue coral snake (Calliophis bivirgata). The venom of the colorful snakes is so potent that it can cause all of the victim's nerves to fire at once, resulting in full-body spasms, paralysis, and sudden, terrible death—a fitting name for an organization housing some of the deadliest criminals. Your old identity perished the moment you became a member of the group. Callio aided you in escaping, fabricating your death, and establishing a new identity.

The organization was everywhere: police, MI5, and MI6 were covering things up so you wouldn't get in trouble. All potential evidence against you will be completely eradicated thanks to Callio's assistance. Your only task was to ensure that your target died. With each murder, you left a unique imprint without leaving a systematic trail. Your tasks took you all across the world. Except for Paris, you only stayed in one palace for a short time and did everything you could to blend in. If you wanted to have some fun, you could even go in disguise.

An 'expert' with a degree, desperate for labels, would brand you a psychopath who constantly disregards right and wrong and dismisses others' rights and feelings. It's a made-up phrase by individuals acting as society expects them to. They see the world in black and white, labeling things they don't comprehend because they've been taught to be afraid of the dark and unconventional ways of life.

It felt exhilarating to be able to live your life any way you wanted.

The night chill barely bothered your skin as epinephrine coursed through your bloodstream—the rush of adrenaline thrumming your body with pure excitement.

When your steps click against the pavement, sirens zoom past you, no doubt on their way to the location you were just leaving. Tonight is one of the few times in recent memory that you didn't have to go out of the city for business. The target was Angus Grant-Taylor, a Scottish businessman who planned to spend the weekend in Paris. Perfect for you. While you were in Tokyo two weeks ago, concluding an assignment on a fashion mongoose, you were given his file.

A key card that granted entrance to the penthouse suite was enclosed with the file. You slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 50th floor. The red light surrounding the button went out, and a bell sounded as the doors opened directly into the opulent living area.

The execution was quick. In a confused combination of French and English, you put on a heavy French accent and informed Grant-Taylor that you were a sex specialist sent by a friend to welcome him properly in the City of Love. He fell for it, a horny filthy man, without even verifying your claims. It was terrible how easily you could convince him to surrender over his belt with the threat of punishment. You were in his lap moments later, looping the belt around his neck and pushing till the leather bit into his wrinkled flesh. You pulled tighter and tighter, seeing the businessman's eyes widen in terror, clawing at his neck in an attempt to end the assault, violent breathy cries leaving his thin lips.

You smile as you watch the struggle leave his body. It will be over soon. “At least your wife doesn't know her husband was unfaithful, right?” You murmured this with mock pity, no longer maintaining the phony French accent. The authorities would declare it erotic asphyxiation for a half-naked man with a belt around his neck. As soon as his body became limp, you were off his lap and fled from the hotel room. You leave the space in the direction of the camera's blind spot.

Pathetic. You thought as you pushed through the revolving door into your residential building, keeping your head low as you made your way through the lobby and up to the elevators.

Inserting the key into the lock and hearing the click, you withdrew the key but hesitated momentarily before rotating the knob. There was a slight temperature drop, which you're sure was caused by a window opening and shutting. You feel an energetic shift as tension builds on your shoulders. There was a visitor inside. You instinctively reach for one of the solid-steel spikes hidden in your hair, preparing to strike. But, as you proceed further, a soothing fragrance meets your senses. Cherry almond bursts mingled with dense and warm woody ambery undertones.

Instead of continuing with your original plan, you smirk. Exiting the foyer, turn left into the kitchen, grab a glass from the sink, and twist the cap off the whiskey. "You know, I think you have a death wish sometimes," you say into the night, pouring yourself a celebratory shot. Had you not picked up on the scent, you would have attacked. The sofa creeks and footsteps approach from the sitting room while the brown liquid stings your throat.

The footsteps stop, and the light switches on, illuminating the room. Soft eyes land on you. “How did you know it was me and not some creep?”

You turn to face the voice, welcomed by the woman whose attention you’ve managed to maintain for over a year. A beautiful woman who honestly had no business being involved with you, but staying away from each other proved to be a difficult task. “I could smell your cologne,” A robust and potent scent. Some days, it would bring comfort, cocooning you in a loving warmth you could temporarily allow yourself to get lost in. Other days, when you felt exceptionally vulnerable, it suffocated you with the feelings you left unnamed.

"Imagine if it had been some creep," you add. A giggle escapes as you bite your lip and catalog how to torture the intruder. If someone made the wrong decision to break into your apartment, you would have considered it a gift from the devil. They must have some pretty fucked up karma.

Shuri's face changes as her expression hardens. She scolds you, "Stop doing that," fully aware of how unsettling your thoughts are.

You scowl at her reprimanding tone.

"Where are you coming from?" Shuri was interrogating you about what you had done tonight, and you pondered telling her the truth for a split second. For the typical person, it was a simple question. For you, it was difficult to answer. You could have been down the street, or you could have been at the scene of a homicide. It was unnecessary to keep your occupation a secret. Shuri was fully aware of the life you led, but your contradictory morality didn't detract from the feelings she'd developed for you.

Her justification? Shuri was an avenger; she wasn't concerned with the petty crimes of human existence. It wasn't her responsibility if it didn't pose a threat to her people or the universe. The truth? Love. Loving someone makes you unable to see their faults.

Shuri had been through so much grief and pain that she was at her lowest by the time you arrived. You were an enigma she was trying to solve at first, having met at a gala while you were on assignment. Shuri couldn't stay away once the mystery was uncovered and she discovered the nature of your life. Letting a literal superhero into your world, Shuri falling for an assassin, the relationship was risky for both of you. Secretly, you believe Shuri was drawn to you because of your darker tendencies, recognizing characteristics she fought to keep at bay in you.

“If you don’t want to hear about what I’d do hypothetically, you definitely don’t want to know where I came from.” There’s a playful glint in your brown eyes as you smirked, bending down to remove your heels. Shuri releases a long sigh that causes you to snap your head at her. “What? Does the mighty Black Panther have something to tell me?” You challenged, throwing your coat into the empty chair.

The two of you stood on two different sides on the scale of humanity. Things are rarely just black or white, good or bad; instead, they exist on a spectrum of gray hues. The world is filled with nuances, complexities, and shades of gray that require more in-depth examination and comprehension. Killing is a primordial act. Humans have three basic instincts: survival, predator, and prey. Humans would live like savages if not restrained by the rule of law, morals, and ethics. It's what nature intended. It was a waste of time to try to be decent when you could just be good at what you do best, murder.

Shuri saved lives as the Black Panther while you ended them. Shuri had difficulty grasping the fact that you enjoyed what you did. The gruesome sight of the victim’s body makes the detectives feel sick to their stomachs as they come up with little to no evidence. Thrilling.

Some may consider it selfish for a 'hero' to turn a blind eye to the assassin creating chaos in the world, but in reality, no one can always be entirely selfless. So Shuri gives herself the freedom to have this, to have you. As a result, you allow yourself to feel for the first time in a long time. Yet you never let the romance take you away from who you were. Make you abandon your criminal behavior in favor of a comfortable lifestyle with Shuri.

After sensing your anger, Shuri moves from the opposite side of the kitchen to be closer to you.

“I understand the nature of your profession,” Shuri hesitates in her following words, recognizing you’re prone to shutting down whenever the conversation becomes confrontational. "I must know you're safe."

Her sentiments amuse you. "You worry about me, sweetheart,"

"Y/N, I am being serious. Every time you leave on a mission, you run the chance of never returning."

"I suppose I could say the same thing about you." You fired back fast. With so many unknowns, the Avengers could not adequately prepare for every potential threat. You were at least provided with a file including all the required information and resources. On most occasions, you could be perfectly prepared for what you were about to walk into.

The situation was risky, but what's the fun of being cautious? You have a tendency to be impulsive and easily bored. “It hasn’t killed me yet.” You were well aware that you weren't invincible or superhuman. You are just too efficient at your work. But even if protected, you weren’t clumsy; every movement was careful and calculated.

"Would you like me to wait till it does?"

A droplet slides down your cheek as your eyes water, “Are you going to save me?" You ask, brows furrowed as you look at Shuri with pleading eyes. " Save me, so I no longer have to kill. Please, please save me," you sniffled, reaching out to wipe away the tears that had gathered on cue.

Perhaps the hero knew too much about you. Shuri sighs at your shenanigans, her face heated at your ridicule of her sincerity. "Stop," she mutters.

In the stillness, a manic burst of laughter rings forth. "Wasn't that what you wanted me to do?" You argue back, and the depleted sigh that Shuri lets out has you rolling your eyes. "You're taking away my post-kill buzz." You have a grimace on your face as you turn away slightly. You weren’t in the mood for this emotional connectivity, no longer interested in hearing how much the other woman cares for you.

Nevertheless, Shuri is right there, caging you against the marble countertop and unwilling to let you detach from her. Shuri's affection for you can be overwhelming. Initially, your emotional detachment was a struggle for the other, who wanted to be let in. She was gentle, always clutching at your rough edges with the hope of smoothing them out, and her understanding and tolerance occasionally roused in you a wish to be more patient with her.

"Don't shut me out," Shuri urges, brushing her gentle lips against your brow. It took significant effort to overcome the impulse to shut down when experiencing emotional distress. "What's on your mind?" she questioned softly.

Her focus is intense. It always fascinated you how much power she could wield over you with a look that demanded your attention. The gaze you give back is enough to convey what's going on in your unsteady thoughts. With Shuri so close, you didn't want to continue your conversation. You wanted her lips on yours so badly after being separated for a while. "Begins with the letter K, followed by the letter I. Finally, it has two of the same letters." You wait for her to figure out the puzzle.

Shuri leans forward, leaving you barely a few inches apart, your back pressed against the cold marble of the island. “Kiss or kill?” She inquires, her lips brushing across yours, close but not touching.

A smirk etches on your features. “Don’t tempt me.”

“The temptress doesn’t like being tempted?” Fucking tease.

"Playing with me may be disastrous, darling. But I’ll spare you. I think you deserve a kiss." Shuri doesn't waste any time pouring herself into you; your mouths move feverishly, embracing the severity of your hunger.

Gradually, the kiss is no longer enough to satisfy the craving. Hands tighten around your waist, pushing you effortlessly into the cool surface, the stone on your thighs sending shivers up your spine. Still yearning for the sensation of Shuri's lips, you bend your head lower. Her hands tremble as she removes the button on your skirt, the discarded garment on the tile. Shuri's movements stutter as you bite onto her earlobe, your teeth clamping down on her jewelry. "You're so sensitive," you joke.

Regaining her composure, the woman slips her hand under the lace of your panties and effortlessly finds her way to your opening. Gentle fingers move inward, gathering some of the liquid that has pooled there. As the pads of her middle finger massage your clit with the accumulated moisture, you draw away from her mouth and let out a blissful moan.

The rhythm on your clit was subtle at first, with just enough pressure to get your breath catching. Shuri’s other hand tugs your corset down to thumb over your nipple before rubbing it between her index finger and thumb. You were both panting heavily in the intensity of the moment. Your nails pinch into Shuri's skin as you press your lips together and hold her sharp jawline. "Go down on your knees."

As the Wakandan falls to her knees, lustful eyes follow her every move. You clutch the counter's edge while your legs lay on Shuri's shoulders. Your stomach muscles clench in anticipation as you feel her warm breath on your core. Your pussy throbbed incessantly, and you're certain Shuri's hesitancy came from her fascination with how your juices flowed.

You have no idea when she will give you what you want. She then went in. Shuri used her tongue to separate your folds, causing you to gasp quietly, then spread you open with a long lick, ending with her mouth on your clit. Savoring the taste.

"Mon amour," you purr, resting your palm over Shuri's curls. As you move your hips slowly, your mouth falls slack. Once the pleasure becomes too overwhelming, you fully relax, laying back on the surface. Head dangling over the edge, a dizzying wave settles in. The rush is intoxicating.

She keeps sucking and devouring. Another glide, a deeper lick, and she comes up for air, only a few seconds missing the taste of you on her tongue before diving back in. When she brushed across the inside of your slit, her touch on your core made you whimper helplessly. You extended your legs wider and pushed your hips up for more, grinding on her face impulsively. Your body understood what it desired.

Shuri did as well. As Shuri grasped your ass with both hands and forced you onto her face, you uttered an involuntary gasp of surprise. "Oh, fuck," you exclaim. She was fully immersed in her task. Nothing mattered but you. Your lustful cries redirected Shuri's attention to your clit, which she licked rhythmically. The actions cause your stomach to spasm and deliver euphoric vibrations throughout your body. You're delirious and feeling so fucking amazing. Shuri has you in such immense ecstasy that you can hardly think about anything else. Shuri sank her face as far as she could, causing your spine to arch and legs to tremble —right there.

Your eyelids slid back as your orgasm rushed over you from head to toe. Everything raced as you felt your release land fast and heavy on Shuri's tongue. You cry out her name, and every drop of air in your lungs escapes, leaving you gasping.

As Shuri gets up, you lift your legs off her shoulders, and firm hands pull you upright. Between the orgasm and the disorientation, you're dazed, but your half-lidded eyes make out her form, and your hands go for Shuri's shirt, bringing her in for a fierce kiss. "You always make me feel so good," you praise, admiring the lovely face paint your cum applied to her.

"I fear I'm addicted to hearing you yell my name." As a result of her exertions, Shuri's voice is low and slightly harsh.

You smile as you attempt to regain your composure. "You're in luck. I plan on screaming it a lot more tonight.” Shuri unleashes an insanity-inducing growl in response to your words, which she only makes when she loses control.

"I have a surprise for you," You speak to her in a hushed tone as though it was a secret. Your expression becomes increasingly sinister. Something unexpectedly made Shuri ache.

With your legs on either of her, you sat slightly on Shuri's chest to avoid disturbing the strap waiting for you to climb. In your palm is a dagger you brought from Thailand. The gold handle is detailed and encrusted with amethyst teardrop crystals, while the silver blade gleams in the Parisian night.

"Beautiful, huh?" you say, admiring the handcrafted artistry.

Shuri’s brows raise, eyes trained on the object you held. "It's lovely, but I thought I warned you against weaponry in bed, my dear?"

You tilted your head, "When I warned you not to tell me what to do,” you counter-responded. “Anyway, that's not a surprise." Shuri opened her mouth to argue, but you signaled her to keep silent with a finger; she obeyed. You put the dagger between your lips and reach for a bundle of scarlet hemp rope.

You don't ask. Just hold it up with a pleading expression. Shuri gives you a thoughtful look before finally giving in, her gaze flitting between the rope and the dagger. She couldn't deny it, but you knew she was always eager to try new things in the bedroom.

"Fine" was the only confirmation you required, thrilled. "Raise your arms and lock your wrists together," you command, and Shuri obediently complies. The synthetic material is woven into a handcuff knot. Imagining a future in which Shuri would allow you to tie elaborate knots in the rope that encircled her body evoked a primal sense of authority.

Shuri's breath catches when the rope is secured, and she experiences faint, painful sensations that heighten her awareness. Upon noticing that her eyes are closed, you smirk. You ask, "How does it feel?" to determine if she is at ease.

"It's good," she affirms, eyes fluttering open. You admire the vivid crimson thread that binds Shuri's wrist since it stands out against her complexion.

Tightly bound and 'helpless,' you and Shuri both know she has the ability to break free if she so desires. For the fun of it, you place the blade against her neck. "Are you afraid?"

Shuri swallows with her Adam's apple bobbing as her throat comes closer to the dagger. The woman beneath you remains silent for a few moments before shaking her head. "I'm not," she says clearly. "You wouldn't do anything to hurt me, and I know that."

It dawns on you how much faith Shuri has in you. You're a deadly assassin who kills others out of joy, with no remorse or conscience. Any rational person would have been terrified. It doesn't matter how brave they act around you; a knife to the throat will make all pretense of courage vanish in an instant. Yet Shuri's gaze is fixed on you, and she isn't reacting to the dagger you're holding.

Instead of being content with her response, you take things a step further, bringing your arm back and raising the blade above Shuri's head, but she remains unaffected by your actions, continuing to gaze with you. She doesn't even blink when you bring your arm down quickly, stabbing the pillow beside her head. Yet, with your chest pressed together, you can hear her heart pulse against yours.

You bend down and kiss her on the mouth. The kiss is anything but delicate, full of fire and desperation due to the limited time around each other. Despite being restrained, Shuri mirrors your enthusiasm, her lips moving in sync with her intent. A moan escapes your lips as you pull back and lick a long stripe across Shuri's tattooed neck.

The blade is withdrawn from the pillow when you pull the handle. "This," you declare, waving the weapon in front of Shuri. "It's only a precaution. I'd like you to keep it for me, darling." You request, putting the sharp blade between the lips of the other woman.

You lean in close to her ear. "I'm going to ride the fuck out of you," you confidently vow, and Shuri whines. Her wrist flexed in the precise knot. “Ah, ah- no touching.” You reprimand, grabbing for the lubricant container, squeezing some into your palm, and coating the strap.

You gasp as you lift up and sink down into the shaft. In this posture, you had perfect control over the intensity and motion. "You look so gorgeous," you say, appreciating how she's pliant beneath you, waiting to be used.

When you direct the shaft to your entrance, you inhale sharply, feeling your walls flex to accommodate the length. You balance yourself by resting your hands on Shuri's shoulders and dragging your hips upwards, setting the rhythm. Every time you come back down, your gaze is fixed on Shuri, and a tiny gasp escapes your lips.

Shuri's admiration as she watches you indulge in your own pleasure turns you on even more—symbolic submission, yielding to you and your dark desires. "Do you enjoy watching me use you?" you ask, and Shuri nods, unable to react vocally with the razor blade between her lips. "I'm sure you do. Strong for the rest of the world, yet weak for me." Perhaps it was your possessive attitude, but it was pretty erotic when Shuri handed over complete control; her fingertips flexed, anxious to make contact. If she had her way, you'd be beneath her as she drove into you at incredible speed. The thought got you on even more, and you didn't stop thrusting down on her.

You're chasing your climax with a ruthless drive, your moans rising in octaves at the intense feeling. You let go of Shuri's shoulder, your fingers sliding into your scalp and yanking your hair till it hurts, the stinging exquisite. "Shuri," you scream, your voice never wavering. You keep repeating her name, louder each time, keeping your promise. As a reminder to her, even when she wasn't performing the job, she was always the source of your ecstasy. Shuri looks on as you unravel, sinking deeper into pleasure as the tip touches that delicious soft area. The rush is so intense that you pause, tightening around the shaft. "I'm so close, baby," you assure her. “I’m going to cum for you.” Her pupils are blown as she watches you, hips shifting slightly. You know she longs to be free. Soon. The classic sensation of your muscles tightening emerges deep within your core; you move at a careless but steady pace, chasing to release the tension.

Your vision blacks out, and it’s almost psychedelic as a millisecond of tranquil, chemically-induced euphoria shoots up from the center of your body. It flows around in pulses so intense that they curl your toes. The tingling sensation coursing through your veins made you shake, and violent cries fell from your lips. Your body bucked reflexively once, twice, and the third time became a shuddering full-body spasm as you drew out the high.

You hardly had time to come down before lifting off the strap, unsteady fingers working on loosening the harness so you could put your fingers into Shuri's warmth. After watching you ride her, she's glistening with arousal. Her response to you is almost immediate, arching into your touch while you curl your fingers, stroking a rough spot that will have her coming soon.

"When you come for me, I'll cut you out," you breathe, stroking your fingers in Shuri and pressing your palm against her clit. "Would you be able to do it for me, baby?" She nods once before throwing her head back against the bed. Shuri's walls constrict around your fingers as you remove the weapon, forcing her to remain silent, and she moans so loudly that the walls tremble.

"I missed your pretty voice," you say, quickening your pace, eager to hear more of the sweet melody. "Fuck baby, Y/N," she gasps, body trembling. Seeing you are wrecking her brilliant mind, purging her of anything that isn't you, is an electrifying thought.

When you realized that Shuri was about to break, you slid the blade beneath the red hemp rope, preparing to sever the material. Shuri extends her legs farther, enabling you to press in harder, losing yourself in her and caring for her. "That's it, darling, let go," you urge, knowing she's getting near.

You slide the dagger through the rope when you feel the first wave of wetness. Shuri's walls are squeezing around your fingers as she cums, shouting out your name loud and long with a mix of obscenities. Making it clear to everyone around you who was making her feel this good.

Sweaty foreheads pressed together as you breathe into each other coming down from your high. Shuri grins as she scoops you up in her arms and swiftly reverses your position, hovering over you. "You know you're wild," she chuckles, bending her elbows to kiss you. You sigh into the kiss, missing her sweetness. “Thank you for humoring me,” you tell her between your soft kisses. "I'm sure you could have gotten out of that."

“I’d do anything for you,” and you recognize it’s not just pillow talk.

"Would you like to take a bath with me?" you ask, your eyes heavy from the sedation of your climax. Of course, Shuri agrees, and you get up as soon as possible. You are running warm water and adding a few extra things: Epsom salt, honey, and lavender oil.

You're seated comfortably between Shuri's legs, her mouth pressing little nibbles into your neck. Your manicured nail traces over the ink that has become firmly embedded in the skin of your beloved. These were the times when you could let your mind relax. You could get caught up in the moment and believe life was that simple. Except—

Your voice cuts through the silence. “What is it?” Shuri hums. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Shuri says, deflecting from the question.

You stop, pausing your tracing. “Tell me,” you demand.

She sighs deeply, the heat raising the hairs on the back of your neck. "I was simply imagining what it would be like if we were always this way." Shuri quickly adds context to her revelation. "I have no interest in domestic life. I don’t think either of us is suited for that. I only want you."

Shuri is waiting for you to answer in the quiet. You make every effort to comprehend her emotions. Love is a feeling that makes people happy, and happiness is the spark that draws people to love, and the emotion can take the form of people at times. Shuri wishes to be with you at all times. She wants to be happy with you. "One day, you'll consume me. You’ll be all I need, and then I'll want nothing else. And on that day, I'll say yes."

You turn, spilling the water about as you proceed to sit in Shuri's lap. Her hands naturally gravitate to your waist. "Say it," you beg, and she knows exactly what you mean.

"I love you," the declaration always makes your heart skip a beat, even if you have yet to reciprocate. You bend your neck and pull Shuri down, kissing her until both of you are out of breath.

You let Shuri hold you throughout the night, and when she slips away, believing you're sleeping, she kisses your hair and mumbles, "I love you."

The rising light gave the morning sky a pink hue. Given your circumstances, whether it was hours, days, or weeks, you and Shuri did everything you could. Even if you awoke alone, the cut crimson rope and thoughts of the previous night are enough to lift your spirits. You grab your silk robe, tie it snugly around your waist, and head for the kitchen.

The envelope containing your next assignment was on the coffee table, where you had left it before heading for the penthouse last night. You take it as you walk into the, your energy spent from the night before, and you need to eat.

You select a croissant, set it on a baking sheet, then place it in the oven to brown. In the fridge, you take out the orange juice and the strawberry jam, leaving them on the counter as you retrieve a glass for the liquid. You take a crystal glass from the cabinet and pour the orange juice into it, and your gaze is drawn to the diamond pattern. That's how the day begins, basking in Shuri's afterglow, the delicate aroma of the croissant filling the air. This file is thicker than the ones you're used to. Callio has been tracing this person for a time now. Uncomfort sinks into your gut as you hold the envelope. You're noticing details you didn't previously. It's not anxiety; it's a nagging warning brought on by intuition.

"Get a hold of yourself," you whispered to yourself. You make a clean cut across the seam using one of the spikes on your hairpin. You hold the glass again, ready to take a sip, as the contents pour out of the clean incision you made across the top, but as you read the name scrawled in red pen, your grip becomes unsteady, sending the glassware plummeting. It shatters instantaneously, the liquid spilling down your feet, but you barely react as your eyes scan the name once, twice, three times, hoping for a change; for the letters to suddenly rearrange into something else. Yet it doesn't, and the more you read, the faster your pulse becomes as discomfort takes over your body.

Shuri Udaku

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Hide and Seek

Pairing: Ghostface!Shuriri x FemReader

Warning: Fluff // Being Hunted? // Smut // Shuri calling the shots // Slight Dom!Shuri

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Hope yall like it!!!

Shuri // Riri

"Usana don't be nervous. We aren't going to hurt you." Shuri laughed as you rolled your eyes behind the blindfold you were tricked into wearing. "It's just us ma. You ain't got nothing to be worrying about."

"The blindfold?" You asked, pointing at your face and the two women once again laughed at your whining. "Gotta keep it a surprise." Riri replied, rubbing her hand over the back of your neck. "You've said that but I am not convinced." The drive wasn't long but you felt yourself slowly drifting off to sleep before the car came to a stop. "We're here." You reached for the knot where the blindfold was tied before a pair of hands stopped you.

"Slow down we got to go over the rules first." Riri chuckled and you sighed but put your hands in your lap. "Now this a big building. Abandoned. The point of this little game is to run and hide. We chase, you run. For 45 whole minutes. Whoever gets to you first gets to have their way with you all night while the other watches." You felt your pussy throb at the thought and had to stop yourself from biting your lip. Didn't want to seem too excited. "And if neither of you catches me?"

"You take the lead this time. But if we catch you, it won't be too nice." Practically grinning, Riri jumped out of the back seat and opened your door. You held onto her as you stepped out. Feeling Shuri walk up behind you, your eyes fluttered open as she undid the blindfold. You stared up at the long abandoned 2 story building in front of you. "Yall want me to hide in there?" The question rolled off your tongue before the past princess laughed into your shoulder. "It's alright. We checked it beforehand. It's empty and has been for some years."

"And what if some crackhead snuck in there. Or if some masked psycho tries to kill me?" Riri wrapped her hand around your waist as she peppered soft kisses to your jaw. "They're gonna have to deal with us first." You rolled your eyes as you looked back up at the building. "Do I get a head start?"

"Of course. 10 minutes." Shuri said letting the wind blow through her curls with her eyes closed. "You want me to find a hiding spot in THERE in 10 minutes? What the fuck is yall on?"

"9 minutes." Her tone was filled with mischief and you narrowed your eyes as she stared up at the sky. "You better run baby." You didn't even reply to Riri as you slowly backed away from the two. When Shuri said nothing else you took the hint and booked it through the busted front door. Scanning the area you cursed to yourself and up the first set of stairs you saw. You figured you'd only make it to the second floor before they came in. Ducking room after room you tried to find a good spot to sit and hide. Under a desk? No, too easy. Behind a door? Come on now Y/N. You know these two. Riri is too quiet and Shuri is stupid fast. You can't outrun either of them. All you know is that you CANNOT sit still. Move when they move. Stop when they stop. Alright. This office room will be your starting point. 10 minutes had passed and you couldn't do anything but wait. Wait until you spotted one of them because hearing them was out of the question. The building was silent. Not even their footsteps were heard. You had managed to keep yourself hidden for a good 30 minutes. You'd see one of the women every now and then but you kept your distance. Eventually you managed to see a shadow turn one of the far off corners down the hall. One of them was up here with you again. "Come out. Come out, wherever you are." You caught a glimpse of her turning the corner in front of you and you silently creeped into the next room, ignoring her taunting. Figured since she checked there she won't come back. You silently ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri. Her walk was smooth and confident. Even though they were hunting you, they weren't going to hurt you. Although the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. Something felt off. There's no way they'll find you in the next 10 minutes. But that's the scary part. They usually don't take this long when they are in full hunter mode. You shook your head and determination crossed your features as you watched her movements. When she left the room you slowly made your way down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. And for once you were going to win. All you had to do was make it back outside. Reaching the bottom of the stairs meant you were home free. You scanned the hall to the left of you. And to the right. Not a single mask in sight so you made a dash to the front door with a wide smile on your lips.

Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and lifted you off the ground. You whipped your head around and looked up to see Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "Aww so close. But I win." Her lips founds yours as she pulled you in for a passionate kiss. "How did you…..where did you even come from! I checked!" Riri came down the stairs and slipped her own mask off. "Damn I should have just got her upstairs."

"Excuse me? You knew I was there?"

"Of course I did. I was playing with my food and slipped up." She started with a slight shrug. "As per usual." Shuri's comment was ignored and Riri went to continue her thought. "But it's good to see you get all nervous. Not knowing our next move." She grinned and you folded your arms across your chest. Shuri kissed your temple as you huffed. "You were so close to getting out." She pecked your lips as you rolled your eyes. "Come on. Let's get home before the storm rolls in."

When you made it home you could barely sit still. Curious about what she had planned for you. Shuri made the three of you drinks and you made a quick toast before downing it in one gulp. The two of you followed the taller woman to the bedroom and she tossed her bag on the floor. You could tell she wasn't going to make this easy for you. No matter how much you craved it. Had this turned out in your favor you'd be downstairs forcing the two of them to watch a movie with you while the rain fell. But you lost. You lost and she was about to indulge in her prize. "Hold out your hands." You did as you were told and held out your arms in front of you. She used the blindfold from earlier and tied your wrists together. With a raised brow Riri sat down in the bedroom chair as Shuri pushed you to sit on the bed. Your eyes never left hers as she let her jacket fall to the floor. Without breaking her gaze she tied the other end of the blindfold to the headboard. "Just to make sure you don't move." She said as she held up her knife. "Shuri-" Your warning was cut short as she planted a kiss on your neck. "I'm not going to cut you princess. Just getting this out of the way." She made a clean cut of your shirt and bra straight down the middle. Your breath hitched as the cool air hit your exposed skin. Your nipples hardened not long after she pulled your pants down your legs. She grabbed hold on one of one of your breasts while letting her lips close around the pierced bud. You arched off the mattress feeling your own wetness coating your thighs.

"Fuck, Shuri." She started to suck on your sensitive buds causing your legs to wrap around her hips. You needed her closer. Her kisses left a hot wet trail down your body as she maneuvered her way between your thighs. She gave a quick kiss to your throbbing clit as her thumb brushed against your opening. "She's so wet for me. Perfect." With one lick you moaned out wishing you could just push her face where you needed her the most. She started off slowly while you enjoyed the moment, fluttering your eyes closed. Everytime you would try to push down into her she'd smack your thigh. "I don't need your help usana. I can make you cum on my own." As the words left her she dove back into your dripping pussy without a care in the world. You could tell Riri was getting turned on as she started fidgeting in her seat. The sounds of your gushing pussy being music to her ears. Your hips bucked uncontrollably as you felt yourself come closer to your release. You tugged at the restraints as Shuri slipped a finger past your lips. Her fingertips grazed your walls as you clenched down around her digits with your bottom lip between your teeth. "That's my girl." Her lips found your sensitive bud once more as she sped up the pace, curling her fingers to rub against the spot that made you see stars. "Fuck! Shuri just like that. Don't stop!" You shouted as you shut your eyes tight letting your orgasm surge through you. She held you down with her hand flat on your stomach as you twitched and pulled at the fabric binding your wrists. "I got you princess. Give it all to me." Riri sat anxious across from you while biting her nails as she watched you come undone underneath the other woman. The way your face contorted in pleasure as Shuri slurped up every drop that rolled down your thighs. The wakandan pulled away slightly to kiss your inner thigh while rubbing small circles into your skin, giving you some time to calm down. Riri caught Shuri's gaze as a small smirk appeared on the woman's lips. "Come over here baby." Riri arched her brow before standing up and making her way over to the bed as Shuri stood to her full height. She went up behind Riri, wrapping her arms around her waist. By now it had started to rain and the clouds darkened the room a little.

"What do you think? Y/N and I make our own little movie and you should be our camera woman for the night. Might as well since you're just watching. Isn't that right?" Riri let her eyes flutter closed as Shuri left wet kisses along her neck and shoulder. You laid there to catch your breath watching them, getting wetter by the second. Shuri slipped her phone in Riri's hands, resting her chin on her shoulder. You grinned at the two while biting your lip as Riri zoomed in on your dazed expression, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. She didn't even notice Shuri had pulled away and replaced her boxers with a strap. A new one at that. "Aye be careful with that." Riri was more concerned about the size hurting you than how wild Shuri can get. "Don't worry, she can handle it." Her hand slipped in your curls and you groaned at the feeling of her fingertips running over your scalp. The feeling was short lived as she pulled your head back to look you in the eyes. "Can't you Y/N?" With a soft hum Riri rolled her eyes before moving to get a better angle as the tip pushed at your entrance. Suddenly Shuri pulled away while rubbing her chin. "Go in front of the bed." Riri frowned but moved around the bed as Shuri untied the fabric from the headboard. "You keep this in place." You were now on your knees with your ass up in the air. Riri held onto the end of the blindfold, keeping your arms stretched out in front of you. You moaned as you felt your pussy begin to stretch out. Shuri slowly pushed into you while holding onto your waist. "See? She can take it. All of it." She buried her strap to the hilt as a shudder went down her spine. Shuri loved the way you invited her in. Regardless of how big it was. "Oh fuck! It's so big!" You shouted with your face in the covers. "That's it." She pulled out to the tip before sliding back into you. Seeing there was little to no resistance she picked up the pace. You moaned out as the sound of skin against skin drowned out the raindrops hitting the window.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck it feels so good." You tugged at the blindfold as Shuri's thrusts never let up. She pounded into you as your eyes never broke from Riri's lustful gaze. "Tell her how bad you want to cum usana." You opened your mouth to speak but no words formed as only sinful sounds emitted from you. You couldn't keep your head up and let your cheek hit the sheets bundled under you. "Seems she needs a little encouragement. Don't you think Riri?" Shuri spoke out with heavy breaths in between as she fucked you closer to your orgasm. Her hand slipped around your throat, pulling hard enough to bring your body against hers. Putting your front on display for Riri to record. Your breasts bounced as Shuri's thrusts got sloppy. Her own release is nearing. You can feel it by the way she fucks you. "You gonna cum for the camera ma? Looking so fucking good for me." Shuri groaned watching the dildo disappear inside you. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum." Shuri leaned back to get a better angle and you felt her hitting the perfect spot as he hips slammed against the curves of your ass. "That's right cum on that dick." You screamed out as your walls clenched around her strap. "Oh shit! Fuck! I'm cumming." She fucked you through your orgasm, holding you by the arms and smirked at the way you creamed all over her. That sent her over the edge and she buried her face into your shoulder, her own orgasm rushing through her body. You grabbed hold of her hand as she slowed down before wrapping her arms around your stomach. After a couple more slow strokes she pulled out and you fell against the bed. Riri zoomed in on your blessed out expression before smiling. "You good ma?" With a light nod you gave a thumbs up and she chuckled before stopping the video. "You did so well for us usana." Shuri muttered as she kissed your bare shoulder. "Maybe for you, I had to sit back and watch the whole time." You reached out and grabbed hold on Riri's thigh which sent a jolt up her spine. "I think she could go for one more." Riri stared at Shuri for confirmation before looking down at you. You bit your bottom lip as you tapped your face a couple of times indicating where you wanted her. She started undoing her pants and Shuri laughed. "I hope yall know I'm keeping this video."

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Love in the Line of Fire

(Ch.2)

Story Summary: Two of the most powerful women in the world, Shuri and Y/N, have a bond that is both unusual and intense. As S.H.I.E.L.D. assassins, they have seen and done things that most people can't even imagine. Despite the obstacles they face as women and as lovers, they have proven time and time again to be a powerful force to be reckoned with, but when they are assigned to take each other out, everything changes. Despite their promise to never become pawns for S.H.I.E.L.D, they find themselves caught in a storm of conflicting emotions as they face the ultimate test of their loyalty to each other and to the agency. With their passionate marriage at stake, the reader and Shuri must navigate a treacherous world of political intrigue and danger, where the lines between friend and foe are blurred, and their survival hangs in the balance. Will they be able to overcome their differences and work together to survive, or will their love for each other be their downfall?

Series Warnings: Knife play, mentions of death, smut (eventually), fighting, etc..

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Word count: 4.7K

Author’s note: LMAO NOT THIS COMING 4 MONTHS LATE 👀 anyways I hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think ☺️🫶🏼

Sincerely,

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6:00 AM

Wake up. Act normal no matter what.

Ignorance is bliss. The past night, the phone call, everything that has transpired since – none of this is real. Instead, I am choosing ignorance. I choose to lay in bed today, waking up alone as usual, staring at the cracked glass on the window we still haven’t fixed yet. In laying here, I choose to ignore what Shuri and I are and focus on what we were. The night we met, our first “date”, the night she proposed and we promised each other to never become the people we are now, the night we got married, even the night we found out I was pregnant. Maybe I’ve been ignorant this whole time. Maybe I was so sold on what we could be that I never enjoyed us for what we were. The night we met, we bonded over the pain of losing family and, in the process, losing ourselves. No one ever understood what I felt except her. She felt everything I felt in a place no one can visit but us. When she left Wakanda to M’Baku’s rule, she secretly promised to never return. The pain she felt being in her homeland superseded any want to stay in touch with everything that molded and made the woman she is. The woman I fell in love with. Although I never met her before the pain, I can feel who she was in the moments when it's only us. When we are quietly sitting in our room, solely listening to each other’s hearts, I can hear how her’s used to beat differently. The space in between where her heart races slightly like that of a kid. When it skips a beat, I can feel her in the past. Although I never met this version of her that didn’t experience pain, I fell in love with that person. Most importantly, in those moments where her heart beats, I can hear the fear barricaded deep, only coming out slightly, almost unrecognizable in each exhale of breath from her tired lungs. The fear of losing anyone she even attempts to care about. She took every emotion and trained herself to keep people at arms length, never getting close to anyone no matter their persistence or the attraction felt. Then I came along.“You ruined my plans.” One night as we sat atop the tallest building in a city in Columbia, staring at the skyline after finishing an intense mission, Shuri uttered those words to me. When I just stared at her waiting for a further explanation, she finally turned her gaze to me, a look that I couldn't quite decipher plagued her sharp features. Grief? Admiration? Both? “Becoming enamored with you wasn’t supposed to happen, usana.” Shuri spoke hushed, breaking my concentration on solving her. I attempted to solve everything in life and Shuri was the one puzzle I could never fully understand. That’s when it hit me. Shuri couldn’t be solved by me alone because, according to her, I am the piece that completes her. That is what makes her different from everyone else. Shuri and I are two parts of one grand art piece. I realized in that moment that the same look, feelings, and everything else she was giving me, was the exact same thing I gave her. We are a mirrored version of love that I have never heard of.

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8:20 AM

Call out. Assassins need a day off too.

The bed sank and I moved my gaze over from the window to the alarm clock next to the bed. I then felt two strong arms wrap around me as I laid on my side, one arm briefly coming up to move my untamed curls out of my face before settling back around my waist, interlocking hands with the one that snaked its way through by going under my body. I felt a chaste kiss placed against my forehead before her cheek slowly pressed flat against mine after. A deep, soft sigh left her body as I saw our reflection in the window. My wife. In all her glory. Before Shuri I didn’t believe in Gods, or anything for that matter, but every time I see her face,it's as if the shadows themselves retreat in reverence, acknowledging her ethereal beauty that transcends mortal realms. Her presence eclipses the very essence of my being, a constant reminder of the abyss that awaits us all. And yet, with every stolen glance at her, I'm reminded that even in the midst of this fleeting existence, a specter of happiness lingers, entwined with the impending darkness.

“You should’ve left for work by now.” I said in an assertive tone.

Silence. That is what my words were met with. Although the silence was deafening, so much was understood. Red flashes and Alerts went off in my head alerting me that she was as conflicted as me. Suspicion rose but Shuri is smarter than that. I know this woman from cover to cover. I have studied her in every way possible, she's stronger than me in some ways while I severely outrank her in others. Whenever she gets a new target, she learns everything about them but has she ever been in a predicament where she already knows her target better than anyone else? More importantly, what would she do if placed in that predicament? I turned slightly, now laying on my back, so I could look God herself in the face. She held onto me without issue but when I looked at her, her gaze remained on the cracked glass. Studying her features, she is just as conflicted as me. For a moment, I imagined following through with my assignment, taking away the one I love. Her heart that I have studied for years listening to every beat as a lullaby just… stopping. It’s almost as if I cursed God because for a moment I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t feel it. My gift was taken from me in an instant. Her heart stopped beating. My heart stopped beating. She finally looked down at me and looked over my stoic face and features, hiding every emotion swimming behind my facade. She spoke so gently that if I breathed, I would’ve missed it.

“Bast, you’re so beautiful” Shuri spoke before leaning down slowly to kiss me with a ferocity that shocked my conflicted heart back to life. Every scarce moment our lips parted, we breathed life into one another. How could I kill my lifeline? My own personal anecdote to any pain I experience in this dangerous world. Our lips separated abruptly when Shuri’s hand found its idle place around my neck, squeezing tightly for a moment causing me to gasp while her lips curled upwards in an appeased and fascinated way. Our eyes found one another like magnets, both of us trying to break down the walls behind our dark irises. For a moment, I see a replay of our life through her. Much like the cracked glass in the window to our left, we both have a broken look that desperately wishes for repair. I saw it in that moment, our makeshift wedding that to everyone may have looked like a hot mess but for us… for us it was everything. The old record player was stuck on one song that played over and over again and for the whole night, Shuri and I danced to it as if it was the first time it played. Everyone eventually left but Shuri and I stayed and danced slowly, our foreheads pressed against one another, one of my arms around her tall frame while the other found her hand and interlocked our fingers. Her arm and hand placements mirrored mine with her arm around my waist, resting her hand on the small of my back. She occasionally lifted her head from its meeting with mine to kiss my forehead and whisper promises of tomorrow that neither of us kept. In her eyes I see the fountain she proposed to me by. I see the hearts of two broken kids, molding together to create one heart that beated for them both. Shuri was a giggling mess, watching me throw coins into the fountain to make wishes as she did the same. It was so infectious the way her smile wrapped and the sounds of her blissfully happy by us playing “hookie” with SHIELD, thinking no one knew where we were. I couldn’t help but smile looking at her and asking what was so funny. She looked me in the eyes and for a moment, the world stopped. She walked towards me and grabbed my hands and asked me to spend the rest of my life with her. It was that moment that changed it all for us. That was the moment we became the us we wanted. Looking up from Shuri’s eyes, I see the small wrinkles on her forehead due to the sleepless nights she spends in the lab with her eyebrows furrowed. The same lab she worked upwards a year to create a way to produce our then miracle. The miracle that was stripped away from my body because of one mission that I swore to Shuri I could handle, simply out of spite for trying to bench me. I am one of the most powerful people in the world and I lost everything to the hands of one careless, miserable lowlife. No, that is false. We lost it all to my pride. Shuri attempted to recreate the process but it was no use, the cuts to my abdomen won’t ever allow me to carry a child. Our child. That moment is what made us who we are. Maybe ignorance has always been our bliss. Shuri pulled me out of our memories by caressing my face lightly,

“Tell me usana, what is wrong?” Shuri whispered as if her volume would shatter this picture we are stuck in.

The smile I gave is laced with grief, “Why do you ask questions that you know the answers to?”

She looked down before meeting my gaze again, appearing as if she was trying to chase the confidence to continue on, “You didn’t come downstairs.”

Shuri’s statement disguised itself as a question. What she truly said in her deflection was, “You and I are feeling the same and I couldn’t leave either” but, she’ll never say that.

“Took a day off.” My response was one of true irony. There are no days off as an esteemed assassin.

Shuri chuckled at my response before getting up, removing the warmth between us and allowing the fog that her presence brings my brain to clear up. I know she never got to process in the way she wanted because Shuri never allowed herself to feel genuine grief after her mother passed. She pushes it away and into work. I have no room to judge because I do the same. Shuri turns her grief into pure anger and motivation towards fulfilling every target mission assigned to her. Makes me the perfect target, right?

“SHURI!!” I screamed as I felt my body get lifted off the bed suddenly, Shuri displaying her undeniable strength from the herb as she carried me to the bathroom, sitting me on the illuminated counter.

“Get ready, we have to get to a meeting to discuss The Consortium,” Shuri says before pecking away my obvious pout at being removed from my designated spot for the day, “And don’t get back into that bed.” She said sternly, arms on either side of me as she leveled her gaze with mine.

“Or what exactly?” I responded, crossing my arms with a tiny grin finding its way across my lips.

She smirked slightly, “I’m sure you’d like to know but I promise you don’t want to find out.” She said, getting to my face as I bit my lip, equally moving to close the distance. She stopped suddenly and popped my thigh before retreating and turning towards the door,

“Ngoku!” (Now). Shuri shouted behind her, missing my sharp eye roll. I turned slightly to look at my appearance, almost scared to see what stared back at me. Upon first glance, my hair is unruly and pointing in every possible direction, the bags under my eyes brim a steep purple, and the frown lines are so deep that it appears a smile has never graced my lips. Traveling deeper, the story in my eyes says differently. My eyes bore a dark gaze but swimming past that, you can see the slight golden hue that screams of a time that bliss was all I knew. I hopped off of the counter and did what I do every morning, I slightly raised my shirt viewing the slowly healing reminder of what could have been.

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10:00 AM

Suck it up. Assassins need a day off too.

Being in a place that feels so foreign yet nostalgic is exactly what I am experiencing at headquarters. Yesterday was a normal day until I got that call asking me to end her life. I made my way to Fury’s office after pretending to be interested in paperwork for the mission regarding "The Consortium." While walking, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The anger, confusion, and guilt is making me paranoid. Everyone is staring at me. Everyone knows. No, no one knows and no one is staring but my heart is racing a mile per minute and the palms of my hands are sweating gallons of water, further making me dizzy from the inevitable feeling. I’m scared. Arguably, the greatest assassin in the world is… scared. Fuck that, I am petrified. As I mustered the courage to regain my composure, I knocked twice on Fury’s door to alert I’m coming in regardless of whether he’s busy or not. Opening the door, I felt all color flush from my face and the strings holding my heart together finally gave way, allowing it to plummet to my ass. Shuri’s back was faced to me, hushed toned conversations ceased and Fury deadlocked his gaze onto mine. Without moving any other muscle, Shuri gently turned her neck to the side, still looking at the floor over her right shoulder before slowly moving her eyes up at the wall. Like a machine, she changed in a mere moment to a warm smile, “Did you need something, Usana?”

Oh.My.God.

My Lifeline is trying to Kill me.

How could I be so stupid? Of course if I got the call, so did she.

She used grief to distract me.

My question is answered.

What does Shuri Udaku do when she already knows her target? She makes you believe she doesn’t.

“I had a few questions about the paperwork on my desk and Agent Hill mentioned Fury wanted to see me yesterday.” Everything was moving in slow motion. Shuri simply nodded her head once and then proceeded to turn back towards Fury for a moment before turning her whole body towards me with an expression that could trick a snake into thinking nothing was wrong. Her warm smile only lit the fire further that is burning inside of me, full of pure furry. She walked towards me and kissed my forehead which proceeded to remind me to play dumb for just a moment. I smiled up at her and she matched it back while looking at me with low eyes before she made her exit.

My smile faded away as I stared at the man across the room who is actively trying to make my Wife and I’s recent encounter nothing more than a bittersweet memory given his game of elimination. I opened my mouth ready to let the fire within me burn the very walls of S.H.I.E.L.D to hell.

That’s when it finally clicked.

As quickly as I opened my mouth, I shut it. I could confront Fury and potentially make a bigger mess or I could play along for a bit and figure out where this sudden urge to kill off the best people on his team arose from. For the sake of everything I have worked for, it is surprisingly morbid how I imagined what death would feel like. In the few seconds between my thought process and final choice, I thought about what death would truly feel like? Would it be like a break? A long vacation? Would it be lonely or decorated with all the best moments of my life? Would it be dark and punishing? Would I burn in the eternal fire that some have banished me to from the moment I kissed my now wife? In this moment I let today’s theme of allowing ignorance to be bliss dictate the bold decision I made next.

“There was a letter on my desk about new information concerning The Consortium?” I asked with a stone clad face, shielding me and my true emotions from the likes of him.

“After seeing your wife standing in here suspiciously, that’s your first question is?” Fury eyed me inquisitively with amusement lacing his words.

“ I stated that that was the reason I came in here. Is there something about my wife’s presence in her boss' office that is suspicious to you that you’d like to share?” I spoke with pure absolution. Fury smiled and took a seat. After a few seconds of silence, Fury motioned me to sit across from him.

“What about the letter is confusing Agent Udaku? I’m sure all the need to know information is stated clearly in the document.” Fury was doing this on purpose, he knew what I really wanted to discuss but I know better.

“The document is mostly blacked out. I have top clearance, why is it that I don’t have a copy of the sheet before alterations?” Fury sat back with his arms crossed as his head tilted a bit, studying me and my words.

“I take it your wife hasn’t informed you?” He stopped for a moment sensing the confusion I was displaying through my facial expression, “How she was just made in charge of the case entirely and decides who has clearance to any and all information?”

There it was again. The fire that was beginning to ash out was ignited again with a flamethrower. The hearty laugh from Fury is only furthering the intensity of the flames. He took my silence as his hint to continue talking his shit,

“You really weren’t aware of your own wife’s newest promotion? Well to make it simpler, she’s your boss so take up clearance with her.” Fury stated while sitting up and discarding my presence as he started fumbling through papers on his desk. My thoughts began to drift but soon my focus was brought back by Fury snapping in my face from his seat,

“Y/N? You can go now… if that was all, of course?” He looked at me with the same questioning look he had earlier.

Without a word I stood and began to walk out but before completely exiting, I heard the light laughter coming from Fury but I’m not too fazed, those who laugh now will cry harder later and it is my dying mission to bring Fury to his knees in tears.

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1:20 PM

Lunch. Try not to kill the Wife.

After all was said and done with Fury, I walked back to my desk and thought about everything that was shared with me. Questions flooded me from all directions. Of all things to keep from me, why would Shuri keep her promotion from me? Why would she limit my clearance? Is that what she was guilty about or was it the new target call? Did she get a new target call? If she’s willing to keep something relatively small from me, what else is she hiding from me? Do I still know my wife? Have I ever?

The questions were getting too much and distracting me from rational thinking, so much so that I ended up in front of Shuri’s office door and I hadn’t even realized until the name Udaku and my eyes were a straight line from each other. I raised my hand to knock on the door and lowered it immediately. I closed my eyes and allowed the anger to drive my sweaty hand right back up to the door and knock. A strong enter was heard, moving my hand for me to the doorknob and turning it open. There she was, in all her glory. Sitting at her desk in front of her floor to ceiling windows with the sun glistening on her soft skin. Head low as she sat back in her chair, reading a document. Gold rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, curls perfectly set atop her head, jaw flexing to show its God-like resemblances. Sleeves were rolled up on her silk dress shirt, displaying all her wonderful tattoos, our matching vibranium tattoo, in place of a ring, shun like pure metal in the sun. Her gaze moved up to my eyes as she lowered the paper down.

“So beautiful.” She spoke in a low voice. The irony. I smiled slyly at her comment before moving closer to her and walking around her desk to be on the same side as her. She rolled her chair back a bit to allow me between her and the desk. I moved to sit on the desk in front of her and used my heeled foot to pull her chair closer. She smirked as she neared me, placing the paper on the desk next to me as she placed her hands on my thighs, slowly inching them up and forcefully parting them at the top. My bottom lip that was placed in between my teeth released itself as response to her action, moving to spread into a smile as she stood, now standing between my parted thighs, hands still placed on my thighs, rubbing them as she got closer. Her lips grazed mine as hers spread into a smile matching the sultry one on my face. I moved my arms up to wrap around her neck while my hands found solace in her curls. She moved her hands to trace the line of the underwear under my black dress I should be wearing but to her surprise, there was nothing in the way of her and me. She smiled and finally connected our lips in a hungry kiss. As a false sense of security, I let her believe I was putty in her hands as our tongues began their dance of domination but just as her hand began moving down a bit further, I pulled rather hard at her curls, disconnecting our lips with a line of spit connecting them. Her hand halted its movements but never moved from its comfortable spot.

“Why did you stop me, my love? Hmm? We were getting to the good part.” Shuri stated as her eyes moved down to where her hand was continuing its journey.

“Look at me.” I commanded. Her eyes slowly moved back up to, taking in everything between my eyes and her hand.

“Why did you alter my clearance on The Consortium case?” Shuri’s eyes changed for a moment as her movements halted, millimeters away from my core. She looked down and back up, revealing the same look in her eyes before I said anything. She stood still for a moment before removing her hand and placing it on my thigh, mirroring her other hand. My fingers still locked into her hair as she sighed.

“My love, it was for your own good.” Without even a moment in between, I responded,

“Says who? Fury? I am entirely capable-” She cut me off with a tight squeeze to both of thighs,

“Me.”

“You what?”

“I am the one who decided it, no one else.” I removed my hands from her head and folded them across my chest. Pissed is an understatement.

“After the last mission, you have been lost. You don't even want to talk about-”

“So that’s what it is,” I unfolded my arms and my expression changed, it all makes sense now, “ You are mad at me because I lost it.”

Shuri looked offended at my words as if acid was thrown on an open wound. She moved back, removing her hands and sitting back down in her chair, leaning back. We sat in silence but I needed her to say it.

“Admit it… Say it… SHURI-”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?” Silence clouded over us again. After a few moments, Shuri began giggling and then full on laughing. I sat there, staring at her. This went on for a while until she finally looked back up at me with tears in her eyes but they weren’t from laughing.

“Y/N I am not mad at you for losing… I am not mad at you at all. I am mad at myself. I am fighting with the fact that I didn’t see him coming. I am mad at the way I stood there, shocked, as you stared at me when the knife made contact. I am mad at MYSELF for telling myself that you were still pregnant so I could sleep. I am mad at myself for picking out names with you. I am mad at MYSELF because I can’t change what happened, I can’t take away the pain, I can’t give you hope of trying again, I can’t-” Shuri abruptly stopped and wiped the tear cascading down her face.

My face mirrored hers with tears brimming in my eyes, I snorted them away while quickly looking away and wiping my eyes to eliminate the possibility of a tear dropping, revealing the hurt and truths I too struggle with. Shuri stood again and walked back between my thighs, lightly grabbing my face to move my gaze back to hers. My folded arms dropped into my lap as she kissed my wet eyes.

“Baby I can’t give you clearance because I can’t lose you too” Shuri’s eyes bore into mine, dripping her sincerity into my soul. We sat there staring at each other until I reached my arms up and caressed her face with my hands.

“My love, I understand where you are coming from but you can’t decide for me nor keep me from working. Doing this, doing what we do… that’s all I know.” She smiled solemnly at me, bringing our foreheads together as we both closed our teary eyes,

“Losing the ones I love is all I know.”

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5:15 PM

Go Home. Assassins have tough days too.

The ride home was silent other than the soft music playing. Silence seems to be our theme of the day next to the affirmation of “ignorance is bliss.” As Shuri drove, I looked outside at the sky and all the different colors that make the evening beautiful. “Be my Summer” by Snoh Aalegra played softly as Shuri sat manspread at the wheel with one hand on the wheel and the other caressing my hand in her lap. After the interaction in the office, Shuri had a call and I left after placing a kiss on her cheek. The truth is I wanted to promise that I’d never leave her. I wanted to promise that I would never die but making promises like that hold no water. The truth is I don’t know when I’ll depart. I was made for this life and don’t know how to exist outside of it. Shuri and I tried to leave this life and pursue a blissful one and look where that landed us. The truth is, I don’t know if Shuri got that damn call or not but I know that I did. I looked over at Shuri whose mind was somewhere other than here too. God she is so beautiful. How can I ever finish this mission? Killing her would kill me. I took off my seatbelt without looking away from her. This caused her head to turn and her gaze to meet mine. She looked confused as I got on my knees on the seat, moving my hand that is not intertwined with hers to caress her cheek as I leaned in and connected our lips. The kiss was soft and light. She drew circles into my hand, still intertwined with hers as our lips worked unanimously in sync. She pulled away for a moment,

“Griot, enable autopilot mode.” She said as our eyes remained on one another as I rubbed my thumb back and forth on her cheek. “Yes, Panther.”

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Love in the Line of Fire

Warnings: Knife play, mentions of death, smut (eventually), fighting

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6:00 AM

Wake up. Assess current location for threats.

My eyes slowly open to the sunlight spilling in through the cracked glass on the window, a constant reminder that when I am ready to play the doting wife, there are plenty of tasks ready to welcome me with open arms. Naturally, my fingers slip slowly behind my frame to feel the opposite side of the bed for my life partner and per our unspoken routine, my fingers are met with nothing. The other occupant of this bed has stayed true to their silent promise of always being up before me for reasons we never created. An hour before me, everyday, my wife attempts to slide out of bed without alerting me but I am always aware; She knows. What she doesn’t know is that I wished everyday that it was a figment of my imagination and she’d be behind me, ready to lace our fingers and pull my frame into hers in the manner only she knows how. As if my fingers aren't trustworthy enough, I turn my head to look behind me and am met with the inevitable, the truth. I fiddled with the clean linen that was fixed perfectly to look like no one else inhabited this bed other than me and had it not been for her lingering scent of vanilla and sandalwood, I would’ve believed it but of course, I know better. With a light sigh I turn my eyes back to the window and slide the covers off of me before throwing my bare legs over the side of the bed to sit upright. With a light stretch, I lift off the bed, the plain tight fitted long sleeve shirt rising slightly, exposing the black lace underwear covering but so much and the bottom of my scarred midriff in respect to my unorthodox meetings with death that never fail to leave me on edge.

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6:05 AM

Use the bathroom. Tend wounds.

The walk to the restroom was one I never really looked forward to. To me, it’s like the start of the mission. The second I close the door is the second the clock starts ticking and I’m forced to submerge myself into a mentality of preparedness that I would much rather not. The large vanity adorning the marble double sink lights up upon my arrival into the advanced restroom, courtesies of my wife.

“Good morning Mrs. Udaku.”

Griot. My wife’s advanced AI has become one of my only friends throughout the years. I treat Griot like I would any friend, carefully, only speaking on what’s necessary and eliminating all else. Truly, Griot is perfect given his lack of personal emotion meaning his lack in small talk.

“Good morning, Griot”

I walk up to the bright vanity and look at my deep complexion. Unruly curls and exhaustion is what I am met with. I grabbed the singular hair tie sitting directly next to the toothpaste, sitting perfectly adjacent to the faucet while my toothbrush laid next to it. I took pride in the organization and minimality of the space as I threw my hair up quickly in hopes of just removing it from my face.

Brushing my teeth is almost spiritual, a moment to cleanse myself of the sins from yesterday, regardless of their complexity. I lean down to rinse out these sins and all they carry before leaning back up to assess the changes that have been made to my exhausted appearance. Instead, I am met with the eyes of the person who has managed to become the only surprise I enjoy. There she stood, fully ready for the day in a tight fitted black compression shirt, black cargo pants, and black Prada sneakers with hints of purple that resembled her combat shoes but were slight reminders that she is the most important in any room she steps in. As if on cue, a tattooed hand swiftly drifted up around my neck and another, flooded with silver rings, snaked around my waist resting on the long scar that was now on full display. Without another second wasted, the hand around my throat tightened and the hand resting on my waist pulled me back into her towering frame. A slight gasp left my lips as her breath trickled down my ear and rested snugly around my neck.

“Good morning, my love” Shuri spoke softly in contrast to her tempestuous movements. I couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of her hand on my neck, the contrast between her gentle words and her dominant touch sending shivers down my spine in a way that made me want more. Those outside of our dynamic would frown upon the way we enjoy playing with danger and treating our lives like those of immortals. The scars she caressed reminded me that we were far from that illusion.

"Good morning," I managed to reply, my voice slightly breathless given the tightening of her squeeze, more.

Shuri's hand dangerously tightened around my neck, reading my mind, her lips grazing my earlobe as she whispered, "Did you sleep well?"

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to find my words. "Yes, I did. And you?"

Shuri's grip on my neck loosened slightly, much to my dismay. "I slept well," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But I could sleep even better with you in my arms all day."

I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at her words, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror causing the desire to intensify. I reached my arm back and grabbed at her upper thigh, effectively pulling her front closer into my back.

"As much as I would love to stay in bed all day with you," I said, voice steady, trying to maintain a sense of control over my own desperations, "we have to leave for work soon."

Shuri's hand on my waist tightened more, a silent indication that she wasn't ready to let go just yet. "You're right," she said, her voice still laced with desire. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun before we start the day."

I felt a surge of anticipation at her words, knowing all too well the type of "fun" she was referring to. Our dynamic was one of mutual respect and trust, with both of us holding a dominant front. This is especially true as Shuri takes her hand on my waist and slowly creeps it up, lifting my shirt in the process, gaining a small wince from me as she moves her eyes to the cause of it. Right above my belly button was an open scar, ready to be tended to. She gently swiped her thumb over the wound before meeting my eyes in the mirror again.

Before things could escalate any further, Shuri's hand fell back down to my waist, moving down slightly to play with the band of my underwear. Her lips left a trail of kisses up my neck, stopping just below my ear, her loose curls caressing the side of my face. "What time do we have to be in the office?" she asked, her voice still low and dripping with want.

I took a deep breath, looking down at my watch, 6:25 AM. "In an hour and thirty-five minutes" I replied, knowing that we both had to prepare for the day ahead.

Shuri reluctantly released her hold on me with a sly smile, but not before using her other hand that sat around my throat to turn my head and plant a lingering kiss on my lips. "Then we better get ready usana," she said, dropping the hand around my throat to grab and move mine that lingered on her upper thigh still. She took my hand and brought it up to her lips, caressing my bare ring finger with her kisses. My wife gently dropped my hand onto the sink and reverted to her scheduled morning routine. "We have a long day ahead of us, I’m sure."

With that, Shuri moved from behind me to sit on her end of the double sink while I moved to open the sleek drawer under my end. There, sitting beautifully in contrast to the tools I use to stitch myself up with, sat the blinding ring Shuri proposed to me with in front of the Trevi Fountain in Rome while we were hiding on a break from S.H.I.E.L.D all those years ago. Memories of that night flooded in along with those of the night we promised the rest of our lives to each other. Shuri and I’s life wasn’t always this stoic and coordinated. We used to live very carefree lives, with promises that we would never lose our passion or become machines for S.H.I.E.L.D’s use. Times have changed and so have we. Pushing away the memories, I pick up the disinfectant spray, bandages, and the small knife for any necessary cutting and place them on the sink to use after I shower. Usually, the cuts are shallow, a testament to my quick reflexes and combat training, but the one above my belly button holds an opposing and more morbid view. I removed my shirt so I could better observe my wound and the intensity of it. All the while, Shuri watched me intently, her eyes taking in every move of my fingers over my scars and the way I stood there in nothing but black lace underwear. I can feel her gaze on me, but I choose to ignore it, focusing on the gash. Once finished, I look up at her, meeting her gaze head-on. She stared back at me with thin barriers in her eyes, trying to disguise the way she wishes things were different and this wasn’t our normal. She hops off the sink and moves towards me, maintaining eye contact as she gets closer. She stops with only our breath in between us, looking down at me, gaze gentle but restrained. She meets my eyes for a moment before moving past me to turn the shower on for me before stepping out the bathroom and back into our bedroom. I sighed before removing the final article of clothing before stepping into the warm embrace of the water coming down.

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6:55 AM

Pick out clothes. Dress ready for combat.

After the shower and effectively dressing my wounds, I picked out a simple outfit paired with my infamous knee high black heeled boots that I have mastered fighting in. As I got dressed, I thought of today’s schedule and it’s relatively normal, consisting of combat training and a few meetings about upcoming missions that are quickly approaching. Finishing up, I headed downstairs to meet Shuri who was patiently waiting in the kitchen messing with her kimoyo beads. Without looking up, Shuri spoke, acknowledging my presence,

“Are you ready, y/n?” Shuri spoke, still not looking up but shifting slightly against the counter she was leaning on.

“Almost,” I responded unfocused on words as I approached her, moving her arm down and simultaneously dragging her gaze to me.

“You look good,” she said, her eyes never leaving my own.

Without verbally responding to Shuri, I laced my arms to either side of her, holding onto the island she was leaning against. I leaned in closer to her, finally seeing over her shoulder to make sure what I needed was directly aligned with my movements. Moving my eyes back to her, I saw it again. The look that screamed completely guarded to those who don’t understand, but to me, it was poorly held up allowing me to see right through her and directly at the unspoken mutual feelings we shared. I got impossibly closer to her, our lips brushing before a loud drag of a sharp knife was heard. She smirked against my lips as I drew my hands back, effectively pulling the knife from the block behind her and retracting it back towards me. Smiling slightly against her lips, I pulled away and moved to grab an apple to cut. We stood comfortably while Shuri poured herself a glass of water while I leaned against an empty wall, cutting and eating slices of the apple, watching her move around gracefully. She walked towards me as I finished cutting a slice. When she got close enough, I halted her movements by bringing the knife to her throat before moving it up slowly to her lips, revealing the slice of the apple,

“Open.” It was a simple command that she followed without hesitation. Her eyes met mine instantly as she accepted the piece of fruit. After she took the piece, I attempted to move the knife but was met with resistance as Shuri bit down on the end of it, barring my movements. She moved her hand up to take the knife from me before moving towards the sink and dropping it in. She finished chewing the fruit as she grabbed her keys.

“We need to leave now if we want to be on time” She said as I followed her towards the garage door.

The lights flicked on, row by row, as we entered the 10 car garage. Shuri called to Griot to check the time to which he alerted us that we had exactly 30 minutes to get to our destination. Shuri walked directly to her favorite shiny black two seater, opening my door for me before opening her own and getting in.

Upon turning on the car enhanced by Wakandan technology, the garage opened leading down the long driveway. Shuri put on the sunglasses that were sitting in the center console and started driving, her hand making its way to its signature spot on my thigh as she got a call.

“Thetha.” (speak). Shuri spoke stoically as she caressed my thigh with one hand as the other drove her vehicle of choice with ease.

“Is that anyway to speak to your King, Panther?” M’baku responded sarcastically to Shuri, earning a slight giggle from me.

“Shuri rolled her eyes at M'baku's remark and retorted, "I speak to my King however I please, Gorilla Man. You know that." She smirked, knowing that M'baku never liked being referred to as the "Gorilla Man." "Now, what can I do for you, Ukumkani?"(King). she added in a teasing tone.

M'baku chuckled at Shuri's tone, acknowledging the fact that the girl he once knew still lived deep down somewhere within the woman he spoke to. "I hate to ask but I need your help in creating new Vibranium mining equipment. The mountain has been yielding less and less lately, and we need to find a way to increase production," he said, turning serious.

Shuri thought for a moment, calculating the best way to go about it before responding, “kuya kwenziwa” (it will be done).

M’baku grunted happily, “Enkosi panther,” “how’s, what do you call them in America, wifi?” His excitement and happiness in his tone felt like he was in the car with us, causing a small laugh from me again and a smile gracing shuri’s lips.

“Umfazi wam (My wife), or if you prefer, my “wifey” is sitting next to me” Shuri looked over at me, giving me the metaphorical floor.

“M’baku! I am doing well, how are you?” I spoke happily out loud into the advanced car.

“Usisi! (sister) I am doing well. I hope Shuri hasn’t caused too many problems for you”

“None that I can't handle” I said, meeting Shuri’s eyes and smiling at my wife for the umteenth time this morning.

The conversation eventually came to an end and resolved to a comfortable silence as the call disconnected as we pulled up to a gate in a random field. Shuri removed her glasses and spoke at the communication box, “Udakus.” The gate opened and Shuri drove for about three miles before pulling up to a dirty garage. The doors opened and Shuri pulled in. Although the garage looked dirty on the outside, the inside was the most advanced and secured space in America, outside of me and my wife’s home. Shuri parked in our designated spot before getting out and coming around to open my door. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the door where she once again stated our last name before the door opened to what resembles a fancy hotel lobby. In this room sat a front desk, a small sitting area and two elevators behind it. Shuri and I both acknowledged the woman sitting at the desk that appeared normal from the front but was littered with weapons of all calibers behind it. As we entered the elevator, Shuri grabbed my left hand again, similarly to this morning, caressing the finger where my wedding band should be. In its place sat a vibranium branding in Xhosa, matching the one Shuri has on her ring finger. It is our wedding date. Shuri and I got them shortly after our wedding to represent how our love goes deeper than materials forged by man. The elevator dinged when we finally reached our location. Shuri brought my hand up to her lips and kissed my ring finger before dropping my hand back down lightly as we walked out into S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters. We walked side by side into the facility, saying hello to fellow agents around us before sharing a quick kiss and going down separate hallways to our designated locations. ——————————————————————————————————

8:00 AM

Meetings. Briefing on new missions.

To me, sitting down in a conference room is the most normal thing I get in my line of work. If I could effectively tune out words being shared in this conference room, it might even be normal. However, sat to my left is Yelena Belova who is twiddling her thumbs while making comments about how briefings are pointless and “a text would suffice.” To my right is none other than her counterpart, Kate Bishop, who loves nothing more than to argue against whatever Yelena breathes out into the space. Phil Coulson, Fury’s right hand man, consistently tries to bring the conversation back but fails miserably each time. At the end of the briefing, all I learned was that there is a new organization that is rising from the ashes of HYDRA. They are a secretive cabal of wealthy and powerful individuals who seek to impose their will on the world through any means necessary. This organization, known currently only as "The Consortium," has infiltrated governments and corporations around the globe, gaining access to vast resources and technology. A new mission is being assigned now for some field agents to assess and bring back information before higher clearance agents, such as myself, infiltrate the organization. In the meantime, I am filing paperwork from the previous mission that I returned from a few days back.

Once 10:15 AM came around, I got ready to go to my one-on-one combat training session with Yelena to prepare for the upcoming mission we have together. As I headed out of my office, I noticed that the halls were more active than usual, nobody was attentive to their surroundings and preoccupied with whatever folder or tablet was in their hand. Regardless, today has been nothing but colorless meetings and combat training luckily is the exact opposite. Training sessions require precision and focus which will hopefully prevail over the tiresome mood I am in. Yelena ironically is like this everyday, she is an adrenaline junkie and jumps at any chance to fight, even if just for practice. This keeps things interesting, especially for Bishop who will never admit that it makes her feel certain things that are against her definition of best interest at heart. As I approached the west hall where the combat training room is, a figure stepped out from a doorway and blocked my path. It's recognizably one of Fury's personal top agents, a stern-looking woman whose name I can never quite remember.

"Agent Udaku" she says, her voice low and serious. "I need to speak with you urgently. Director Fury has requested your presence in his office."

I raise an eyebrow in surprise and amusement. "Fury wants to see me?” That's unusual, why would he send an agent instead of talking to me directly. “What's it about?"

The agent shakes her head. "I'm not at liberty to say. But he's expecting you, and it's important that you go immediately."

I looked at this woman curiously but her demeanor did not falter once. I was intrigued but I’m tired of meetings and quite frankly would like nothing more than to put my frustrations into sparring with Yelena. I gave the woman a quick nod and walked around her but as I was passing her, she grabbed my arm causing me to raise my other hand in defense but she clocked that and grabbed that hand too. The scowl I gave her was fervent and she returned it back in its full intensity.

“It is imperative that you meet with Fury sooner rather than later.” She said as she removed her hands from my body. In a fit of restating dominance, in quick motions my hand flew up to her neck squeezing hard before coming closer.

“I don’t care if God himself is asking for my attention, don’t ever think that is grounds to touch me or else my hand won’t be the only thing against your throat.” At this point she was trying to assert that my actions were minimal by not clawing my hand away but the discoloration painting her face told a different story. I removed my hand leading to her gasping for air and doubling over as I continued to the training room with eloquence gracing each step.

As I reached the training room at the end of the hall, I typed my code into the digital scanner before gaining access into the room. I saw a black compression shirt moving and knew Yelena was already here so I walked over to the wall of lockers and located mine so I could take off my shirt leaving me in a skin tight ribbed black tank top tucked into black pants being held up tightly by a black belt with a silver buckle. My heeled boots are ironically my favorite fighting shoes given the element of surprise many opponents get when they realize how they strengthen my fighting as opposed to hindering it. I feel Yelena coming closer to me and as I turn to face her, my movements are halted, two firm hands placed on my waist. I know those hands, those hands have explored my body in ways that have molded my skin to know that touch without having to look. That intoxicating scent of vanilla and sandalwood confirms the known as a hand that was previously on my waist comes up and moves my curls, exposing my neck where soft lips planted themselves, leaving sweet kisses in their wake.

“As wonderful as this feels, Yelena will be coming soon and I’d hate to get caught in a compromising position,” I sighed out.

“I don’t mind the audience, Usana.” (baby) Shuri spoke with such confidence. The funny part is I know that Yelena walking in will actually do the opposite of deter her actions. Shuri has a tendency to fuck me in the most risky situations. Such as on a mission where I was gaining a little too much attention from a man and although Shuri knows I have no interest in anyone but her, she made it a point to drill that sentiment into me all night long, reminding me that I was hers no matter the distance or circumstance.

“Mmm I’m aware” I mumbled back as I bit my lip thinking about it while she continued planting kisses. She stopped abruptly spinning me around to face her, her hands moving up and down my sides soothingly.

“I asked Yelena if I could spar with you instead.” Shuri said as she looked deep in my eyes before trailing down to the top of my tank top with no intent of hiding her admiration for what she saw. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth as her eyes hung low. If it wasn’t for the fact that I genuinely wanted to train, I would let her do whatever she pleased with no complaints.

“Cara mia, that may have been a mistake.” (My darling) I said, lightly pushing her back as I walked forward, keeping us moving to the middle of the mat at a steady pace.

“I think it is the best one I’ve had all day” Shuri responded while slowly pulling her eyes back up to mine.

As we reached the center of the mat, I pushed her back a little harder as I stood still, causing her to stumble as her grip on my waist dissipated. I could feel the tension and excitement building up inside me, and I knew that Shuri was feeling the same. We rarely ever got to train together. We circled each other for a few moments, sizing each other up, before she made the first move.

She launched a flurry of punches and kicks at me first, but I managed to dodge and block them all. I could see the surprise and frustration on her face as I countered with a swift kick to her side, which caused her to stumble slightly.

But Shuri wasn't one to give up easily. She quickly regained her composure and came at me again, this time with more force and speed. I could feel her breath on my neck as she closed in, but I managed to sidestep her attack and grab her arm, twisting it behind her back as I brought us down on the mat.

For a moment, I thought I had her pinned down, but I let my guard down too soon. As I relaxed my grip on her arm, Shuri used the opportunity to flip us over, and before I knew it, she was on top of me.

I could feel her body pressing against mine, and I could see the mischievous glint in her eye but I didn't let that distract me. I focused on my training and tried to flip her over, but Shuri was too quick for me. She had me pinned down again, and this time, she wasn't going to let me get away. I struggled against her, trying to break free, but Shuri was too strong. She had me at her mercy, and I couldn't help but admire her fighting skills even as I tried to escape.

Shuri leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Why are you fighting so hard to get out of a position you’ve begged me to put you in many times?"

Her words were a gateway for the shivers that ran up my spine intensely. She lightly bit down on my earlobe before getting up and pulling me along with her. Shuri is beyond intelligent and knows exactly what she is doing. Her and I both know I fight a lot better than what I am showing right now. She has had her tactic prepared since before I even stepped into this room.

Shuri walked towards the weapons rack and grabbed two daggers that we call “dragon blades” because when you are cut by one, it feels like your skin is on fire.

Giving me a quick look, she threw one of the blades at me. I quickly reacted, putting my hand up to catch it as the tip of the blade was mere inches from impaling me in between my eyes. "Let's see what you're really made of, my love," she said, taking her stance and twirling her blade in her hand. This was my moment to remind her who she married.

We circled each other warily, both of us waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Shuri lunged forward, her blade flashing in the air as she aimed for my chest. I dodged to the side and countered with a quick swipe of my own, which she parried with ease.

For the next few minutes, we danced around each other, our blades clashing and ringing out as we tried to land a decisive blow. Shuri is stronger and has a better reach, but I am fast and agile. We were evenly matched, and I knew that this could go on for hours if we let it.

But then, I saw an opening, a split-second where Shuri's guard was down. I took advantage of it, throwing my blade with ease, aimed directly at her shoulder. Shuri saw it coming and tried to parry, but I was too quick. The dragon blade sliced through her shirt and left a deep gash in her shoulder, causing her to groan in pain. Needless to say, this was not her first time getting cut with one of these.

I rose to a full standing position from my throwing position and slowly walked over to her to assess the damage. I touched the blade and gauged how deep it was as Shuri chuckled painfully.

“My apologies, my love” I responded while slowly diverting my eyes back to hers.

She grinned down at me, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "You got me, Usana," she said, reaching up to touch my face. "I'm more than okay, I'm impressed."

I returned her grin and without looking, I pulled the knife out quickly causing Shuri to grunt as her hand on my face moved down to squeeze my neck roughly before loosening her grip. I ran my fingers over the open wound before moving in to kiss the area around it as she rested her forehead on mine.

“We should stitch that up sooner than later,” I spoke softly.

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8:00 PM

Go Home. Pack up weapons.

Shuri and I separated after the training session so she could go clean her wounds while I learned more about The Consortium. Shuri and I usually leave pretty early but today was our first day back in the office after our previous mission.

I moved my hand over my belly again feeling the wound that was just as present as it was this morning. Shuri made sure to be careful around that area today, for two reasons:

we have yet to accept what we lost and we are scared to accept what we have lost.

No one knew how much this meant to us, how hard we worked to make it happen. It was foolish to believe that two assassins could successfully bring a child into this world. Call it Karma or bad luck but whatever it is, it is punishing us for a specific reason we are not aware of. Don’t get it confused though, we do a lot of things that warrants punishment but this is something I will never know what exactly we, I, have done to deserve losing our hope at new beginnings. Shuri has rivaled and quite literally, recreated gifts from a God while also simultaneously bringing one to his knees. Why is carrying a child our impossible?

I feel like I have failed her before I could even take the test. 10 weeks. That is all we got. 10 weeks of ignorant bliss. I am one of the most feared and powerful women in the world, alongside the only other woman who shares that title. Yet, a feeble brained man with a knife took a cheap shot in a crowded place and made me question everything I believed. Now, Shuri and I dance around the topic as if she didn’t spend upwards a year in her lab in our home, creating a way for us to safely produce a child with just us two. As if we hadn’t looked at buying almost every item for an infant that we saw. We pretend like she didn’t lay right above my stomach every night to hear my heartbeat and the sounds of one growing inside of me.

A heavy knock caused my hand to fall back to my side as the familiar figure walked through the door.

“I’m ready to go if you are.” Shuri says as her tired body leaned against the door. I quickly turned and grabbed my bag and opened it to put my weapons back inside that I earlier took out to reload and sharpen. I closed my bag and walked towards Shuri who, although hurt, took my bag as she shut the door behind us.

As we left the compound and drove home, Shuri put her hand on my thigh as she usually does and began to caress it with her thigh. Mindlessly, my hand gravitated to the top of hers as I traced her hand tattoo that never failed to bring me peace.

“Takeout?” Shuri spoke, ending the comfortable silence in the car.

“Chinese.” I answered back to which Shuri told Griot to put the order in as we got closer to the house.

9:15 PM

Eat. Pretend we don’t kill for a living.

As we entered the house, Shuri and I removed our shoes at the door and walked towards our grand staircase with hints of Wakandan architecture adorning it and many parts of the house. This is what differentiates the terms home and house for us, but mostly Shuri.

“I’m gonna upstairs and shower before the food gets here enhle,” (beautiful) She said in between kisses before going upstairs and groaning when she accidentally bumped her wounded shoulder causing me to smirk.

“Stop smiling,” she spoke with her back turned.

“I’m not, panther.” I say back as my smirk turned into a full blown smile as she turned and winked at me before disappearing at the top of the stairs.

I turned and walked towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine as I waited for both the food and Shuri. About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang and I went to retrieve the delivery. After receiving our food, I walked back towards our kitchen island and started setting the food out when my phone began to ring. I picked it up and gave my traditional greeting.

“Udaku.” I waited and heard nothing causing me to look at my phone seeing that I was still on the line.

“Hello?” I spoke again and heard slight breathing.

“New target, do you accept?” The voice spoke after a few seconds, stoic and unfazed.

“Yes.” I immediately replied, a reaction I have been conditioned into responding to.

After a beat, I heard the one thing I was and would never be prepared to hear.

“Accepted target, Shuri Udaku.” The voice said before the line went dead. I dropped the phone in disbelief. Little did I know, Shuri got the same call upstairs as she got out of the shower. Her reaction was similar to mine as the voice on the other end of the line uttered, “Accepted target, Y/n Udaku.”

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