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mbakuxblackpanther · 8 months

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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮❤️🌹

Summary: y/n(your character), M'baku, and Imaya find themselves in a love triangle. Mbaku has a very strong friendship with y/n and wants to take things further. However, y/n hasn't had the best relationships and is torn on what to do. Imaya comes into the picture and things go downhill.

Characters: M'baku, Imaya/ima(ee-mah), y/n, jamilah

Trigger warnings⚠️:fighting(battling), mentions of poisoning someone, d€ath, fluff, etc.

*excuse any errors I didn't proofread*

Song to listen to while reading👇🏾

𝑌/𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣🤍✨:

I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly I heard a knock on my door. *who could that be at the door this early * I thought. I forced myself to get up and go check. I opened the door to be met with a sleepy M'baku. "Hey y/n mind if I sleep here?" He asked. "Sure I don't mind" I replied handing him some pillows and blankets incase he needed them. "But I must ask. What is the leader of Jabariland doing sleeping in my chambers at 6:00 in the morning" I teased. Mbaku has never ever asked to sleep in my room so that can only mean one of two things. 1. He watched a scary movie with N'yame(nuh-yah-mey)again and got scared or 2. The builders are upgrading his chambers to something bigger. "Oh um they're just working on my room so I had to come in here." Mbaku replied looking off to the side. "No they aren't. Mbaku we've been friends since age 8 I know when you are lying" I said. "Alright you caught me y/n. Me and N'yame watched a scary movie last night and I couldn't think straight." He admitted. *i knew it* I thought as I immediately busted into laughter. "You're one of the most powerful leaders I know yet you're scared of a little doll" I said. "Enough enough" he replied laughing at my statement. I led him to my room and we both cuddled in the bed together. Me and Mbaku always have had a really tight bond and we did almost everything together so it didn't feel weird cuddling each other. I snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

𝑀𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑣🤎:

As me and y/n cuddled each other I took a moment to look at her closely. She's changed a lot from when we were younger. She had a round face with e/c(eye color) eyes, nice plump lips, and her skin glowed as bright as the sun. Y/n also had a million-dollar smile that was so beautiful. I've always had feelings for y/n. Strong feelings. I wanted to be with her so bad but I know how relationships have effected her in the past and I'm not sure if she wants that right now. I let my thoughts drift off and slowly fade away as I went to sleep.

*timeskip 2 hours*

It was now 8:00am and new guard Imaya had brought our breakfast. Y/n and I both had pancakes, French toast, and bacon with some fruit. Afterwards, me and y/n both went to practice training. Y/n was working towards becoming a Jabari warrior and what better person to train her than me her bestfriend?

"Remember what we practiced last time?" I asked her. "Yeah. It was the tornado move right?" She asked for reassurance. I nodded in response and got into my stance. The tornado move is one of the most brutal and hard moves to do. The spear mimics the movements of a helicopter blade and impacts damage to your opponent at the same time with the sharp blades.

𝑌/𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣🤍✨:

*timeskip 1 hr*

I got into my stance and prepared to attempt the helicopter move. My feet danced swiftly across the floor as I made my way to mbaku twirling the spear in my hand with my left hand. I moved the spear into my right hand while twirling it but, as I got ready to aim at mbaku i lost control of the spear and it fell to the ground. A sigh of frustration came from my lips and Mbaku gave me a knowing look.

"I know it's hard but you must keep trying. The warrior is already inside of you, you just have to channel it" he said to me. I nodded and rose fo my feet. "Channel my inner warrior, eh? Watch this" I said as I playfully attacked him. Both of us moved swiftly through the room as we sparred with each other when suddenly, I began to lose my balance. Mbaku noticed and quickly grabbed my waist to keep me from falling. I was now turned facing him as he stared in my eyes. "Hellooo earth to M'baku" I said as I waved my hand across his face. "Yes y/n? My apologies I was daydreaming" he replied. "You're good" I said chuckling. "Are you ready to go back now?" Mbaku asked. "Yes let's go" I replied as we turned to walk back near our chambers

Imaya pov🖤:

I watched as y/n and Mbaku walked back to their chambers. *why does he like her so much? Why can't that be me?* I thought. "Why does mbaku favor y/n so much?" I asked jamilah(jah-mill-uh). "The two are just bestfriends" she replied not paying attention. "They don't seem like it. Have you seen the way he touches her and how he treats her in general? Hanuman forbid that anything happen to y/n and he'd go crazy" I said with a hint of jealousy in my voice. "And? Whats it to you?" Jamilah said. "That should be me not her. I mean come on i look wayyy better than her. I just don't get what he sees in her." I spat. "My goodness imaya. Get over yourself the world doesn't revolve around you. Mbaku doesn't want you so just leave it!" jamilah said annoyingly. She walked away but her words played like a tape recorder in my mind. Mbaku doesn't want you so just leave it. I hate to admit it but she's right. *i have to do something* I thought. Suddenly, a idea lit up in my brain.

He will be mine one way or another....

Jamilah Pov💕:

I know you're probably wondering why I'm so upset with Imaya but I swear she's getting on my nerves. Since she's got here all I've heard from her is "Mbaku this. Mbaku that" don't get me wrong I love Mbaku. I look up to him and he is one of the best leaders we've ever had in this tribe. He even gave me a place here in jabariland when I had nothing. It's the fact that Imaya won't take no for a answer. She's getting more and more crazy by the day and I'm convinced that she'll do anything to stop Mbaku and y/n's friendship. I'm not very familiar with y/n but I can tell she is a very sweet person and Mbaku adores her very much. If you ask me, they would look cute together but that's none of my business. Today was very stressful so I prepared a herbal bath for myself to help me de-stress. In the process of me doing this my head started pounding and I saw a image of what looks like a angry Imaya. (A/n: jamilah has special abilities and can see what's gonna happen through visions). I looked more closely and saw that she was actually putting some type of liquid into y/n's food. "Oh no I have to go tell them NOW!" I said to myself. When I reached y/n and M'baku's shared room I I informed them of everything Imaya had said earlier. "And I also just had a vision. She could try to poison you don't eat anything that she gives you." I told her. Mbaku thanked me but y/n was skeptical. "Are you sure? That doesn't seem like her." She said as her thoughts took over. "Heed my warning y/n. Imaya can't be trusted" I told her with a pleading look.

*timeskip*

The morning came and me and Imaya were preparing breakfast for the two. Other Jabari warriors would be joining us to celebrate y/n becoming a Jabari warrior. I looked over to see Imaya sprinkling some black powder into y/n's food and drink. She then turned to me and said "I'll take the plates out to them while you get the drinks." "No worries I'll take care of it. You're still new here you need to rest some " I convinced Her. When she moved from the kitchen to the dining area I quickly switched y/n's plate and drink with hers. Everyone had the same thing so there was no issue.

Jamilah pov🖤:

*why isn't the poison working* I thought as I took the last bite of my food. Suddenly, my throat began to burn like fire and I began to choke. "S-someone h-help me" I managed to say. Jamilah rushed over to me and instead of helping me up she pushed a sharp object into my skin. "Shut up!" She whispered. "This is what you get for trying to poison y/n." She spat. My karma finally came back on me. I wish I could take it all back because now I'm the one suffering. Before I could even say anything my breath slipped away and my eyes dimmed until they were shut.....

Omniscient pov🎥:

The whole Jabari tribe was shocked when they heard the news. Y/n stood there in shock and she remembered Jamilah's words. "Don't take anything she gives you. She could try to poison you" I put the pieces together and finally realized what had happened. Imaya wanted mbaku to herself and saw me as a threat therefore she attempted to kill me to get to him. *but why? Me and him are only best friends right?* I thought. I have feelings for mbaku but I haven't had the best time with relationships and I'm worried about losing our friendship. I love how he cuddles me at night or when he hugs me when we watch movies together. "Y/n i need to talk to you" mbaku said. "About what?" I questioned. "Come. We need to talk privately" he said leading me to our shared room. I sat on the bed facing him. "I'm listening whenever you're ready" I told him. "We've been bestfriends for over 4 years. I know you haven't had good experiences with relationships but give me a chance to be more than your friend." Mbaku said. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean what of something happens and we break up and it becomes weird between us?" I asked. "Don't worry about that y/n. I adore you very much and will always take care of you." Mbaku said holding my face to his so we'd make eye contact. "So, do you want this? I don't wanna rush you into a relationship after-" I cut him off by giving him a long, passionate kiss. "Of course I want to be with you. I was just waiting for you to finally ask me" I smirked.

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Mbaku made his way closer to me and kissed my lips. I kissed him back and before I knew it we were caught up in a makeout session. Mbaku trailed kisses from my lips and then down to my neck which caused me to let out a small moan. Mbaku gave me hickeys from my neck, stomach, and even my chest. We pulled away from each other and cuddled. I turned on "Coming to America" on Netflix .

*I never knew my bestfriend would become the love of my life* i thought. Shortly after, I fell asleep in m'baku's arms and his touch brought a relaxing feel to my body.

A/n: excuse any errors😭I never proofread and I just know I be having a bunch of mistakes. But hopefully y'all enjoyed this story/imagine let me know if you have any ideas for the next one. I also take requests🤍

#black panther #mbaku x reader #mbaku smut #namor x reader #friends to lovers #love trio #love triangle #winston duke #wakanda forever #king of wakanda #namor #talokan #wattpad #jabariland #attuma #one peice #coming to america #dora milaje

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dispensingdues · 2 years

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PLAYLIST here

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ABOUT DORA here

CONNECTIONS below ↓

GOOD FOR US --- dez / athena @swcrdsandshields

clicking quickly, dez and dora have developed a close friendship over the past year. it has been an unexpected bond but they have cultured a deep trust and respect in one another. don’t do dez dirty; dora will make your life a living hell.

♪ healing : fletcher no one said that it was easy tryna piece the broken pieces but that's the shit i’m working on the journey is a work of art

DIET ANARCHY --- alex / hermes @psychcpomp

what do you get when you add three heaps of comradery, two spoonful's of attitude problems and sprinkle of flirting into a big bowl of bravado? something like the friendship between alex and dora. don’t be stuck in a room with this pair. they will get you into trouble.

♪ flagpole sitta : harvey danger fingertips have memories mine can't forget the curves of your body and when i feel a bit naughty i run it up the flagpole and see who salutes but no one ever does

NO SLEEP CLUB --- kayn / acheron @infernalpxin + one slot [ open ]

dora has trouble sleeping sometimes: she has a nasty habit of doomscrolling through the news during the day then finding herself ruminating over all the injustices in the world right when she’s supposed to be at rest. this trio text, call and go on night time walks together while everybody else snoozes.

♪ lately : ed sheeran, devlin five o'clock with lights off interview with a vampire sleep is for the living and not a utensil that i require i swear i said that i'll sleep when i'm dead

WASTED YOUTH --- lucas / macaria @betancovrts

when she first moved to the island six years ago, dora and lucas had a fling. now you’re still buds but the type where you delete the kisses at the end of texts, make sure your emojis are friendly but not too friendly, flirt when drunk and your friends tease about what a cute pair you make. it’s a little awkward. will they? wont they?

♪ your best friend : boyish tell me "find a stranger" but nothing hurts more there you go i’m not your girlfriend we wasted nights pretending not to kiss when we walk home

BECAUSE I GOT HIGH --- one slot [ open ]

when she needs to chill, when she needs a break from everything, dora calls [ insert } and they go get abysmally stoned together. she finds [ insert ] easy to be around. they’re fun, understanding and don’t cause an ache in her chest. it’s a solid friendship.

♪ hits from the bong : cypress hill goes down smooth when i get a clean hit of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit sing my song puff all night long

SPIRITUAL COMPASS --- harley / thanatos @mementomorifm

in her work at whispering willow, dora has heard many things, but she never met anyone she truly believed heard spirits until she met harley. she doesn’t have an explanation for his clairvoyance but she has sympathy for his situation. now they’re working together through divination practice to try find out the why.

♪ institutionalized : suicidal tendencies they say they're gonna fix my brain alleviate my suffering and my pain but by the time they fix my head mentally i'll be dead

DIAMONDS ARE A GIRLS BEST FRIEND --- bellamy / ares @shelvedsaints

dora wants a diamond lifestyle on a coal budget. she can’t make that happen... but she can befriend those who can. bellamy likes to pay her way into fancy events he attends, buy her dresses and shoes, go out for expensive brunches at cygnus. she gets things she can’t afford anymore and he gets interesting company. he’s curious about where she got her taste for the finer things.; she’s unwilling to confess she’s from the type of people he loathes.

♪ shampain : marina drinking champagne meant for a wedding toast to the bride, a fairytale ending drinking champagne, a bottle to myself savour the taste of fabricated wealth

REACTIVE --- one slot [ open ]

dora exploded on [ insert ]. it wasn’t just a bit of a bad mood, it was a full blown rage. they’ve had a falling out. when they get along, it’s great fun for everybody, but when they fight? run for the fire exit. neither of them know if they can make this friendship work.

♪ liability : lorde i understand, i'm a liability get you wild, make you leave i’m a little much for e-a-na-na-na, everyone the truth is i am a toy that people enjoy til all of the tricks don't work anymore

KNOW THE HAND YOU HOLD --- kayn / acheron @infernalpxin

you weren’t just a fling - this was a full-on, committed relationship of three years. dora is on good terms with kayn but they both know they’ll never get back together. it ended for a reason. still, the line between comfort and caressing is a blurred one...

♪ k goodnight : tim suby, jessie reyez goodnight up until you call broken hearts they love to hide in bathroom stalls yeah til you call, til you call say i don't care truth is i miss you

UNFAITHFUL --- rue / chloris @flcwerblessed

when rue first moved to island, after her ex had left, dora took advantage of her stranger status and had a fling with her, telling rue she was single when she was in fact in a relationship with kayn. this ended said relationship and they have all kept dora’s actions and the fling a secret since. she feels a lot of shame about it and hates that she got rue tangled up in her burn-it-all-to-the-ground moment.

♪ my heart has teeth - deadmau5 ft skylar grey you've never met someone like me my heart has teeth, my heart has teeth and it's looking for something to eat my heart has teeth, my heart has teeth

REASSURANCE --- mahalia / echo @ascreamingecho

dora and mahalia have been dating for six months but dora’s insecure. past relationships have taught her one thing: don’t trust anyone who says i love you first. her latent empathic touch makes this more complicated. if she senses negative emotion off hal, it can send her into a spiral. she’s scared to commit.

♪ it’s all in vain : wet ( lee bannon remix ) i don't believe you when you tell me that you love me most and tell me i'm the only one and i can't feel you when you're kissin' me and tellin' me that all my fears are in my head

GROUP THERAPY --- seven slots [ open ]

girlie got issues. taking a little bit of the good advice she’s routinely given, dora has joined a weekly group therapy session on the island. they paint stupid pictures and talk. what’s said in the circle stays in the circle but it’s been healthy for her to find people a little like herself. the fellowship of the fucked up: dora, [insert], [insert], [insert], [insert], [insert], [insert], and [insert].

♪ sit down : james those who feel the breath of sadness sit down next to me those who find they're touched by madness sit down next to me those who find themselves ridiculous sit down next to me

QUEEN’S QUITTERS --- harlow, infinite slots [ open ]

it’s said that people from the uk have a habit of travelling abroad just to find themselves amongst their own. there’s a grain of truth in that on magnetic island, at least, and dora was shocked to find out just how many fellow english people were around. so she created a club. it’s nothing serious, just a reason for them to come together every month at different locations around the island and chat shit about home.

♪ this is england : kano this is england, this is england where you could be a villain or a victim where you make money, make it out, avoid pen that's the idiot's guide to the manor my friend

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A SLOT FOR YOUR CHARACTER BY TUMBLR DM, ASK OR ON DISCORD @ANNIEISTIRED0001, THANK YOU!

#eternal! intro #FRIENDS & LOVERS : dora #CONNECTIONS : dora

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kavehater · 4 months

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“ Omg pasilyo haikaveh/kavetham anthem 😆 ” this is me slapping some sense into you rn 🥊😜

#people are SO annoying 🧍‍♀️#you’re gonna ruin the song for me 🙄#dora daily #I’m convinced haikaveh lovers like this ship cause it’s a trend :/ can’t wait to actually play the thing and show everyone they’re the best #bestest* friends ever #>:(#if one of them was a girl y’all wouldn’t even look twice at this ship lets be honest here for a sec #ESPECIALLY when it’s straight girls over obsessing over them and only bl y’all are weird 😭 ofc people can read bl if they’re straight but #what I’m saying is exclusively reading that just because it’s bl is … yk #and even worse calling straight romance ew is the biggest red flag ever I’m sorry ( I’m not sorry )#and the way said people be like “ x is canon cause I say so ” or #their reply to people can be friends is something irritating like atp I feel like everyone ships everyone who breathes in the same directio #as another character and fr can people not have friends anymore does every flirtatious remark or not even that just them being nice and on #good terms equivalent to being in love ? sorry but I’m romance averse there’s finer things in life like friendships which clearly said #people don’t have cause everyone’s in love to them for some reason #tut freaking tut #anyways ! rant over 🫶#atp it’s so valid to say can people not be friends ? cause y’all are going too far ☠️ I’m sure if some characters weren’t minors they’d be #shipping them with the adults they interact with for funzies cause they have each other a speck of attention #be so fr rn 😭🥊

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explvrer · 1 year

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it's very slay that i am becoming best version of myself !

as i become the person im meant to be i hope i find someone worthy of being my green kitchen person by my side !

#loving dora hours #slay beetie slay #oh to grow and love and grow and love #i missed loving me so much #and it feels amazing watching myself change and grow #i do miss loving someone though #the feeling of having a lover to love is !!!#ah i miss it #its a loving dora era #but dora is and always has been a loverboy #brb going to buy flowers for my friends and write poems to strangers about how beautiful they are #watching the growth m making in forgiving self and others #the strides m taking to improve and honestly avoid relapsing to old habits #kind of crazy??#idk what i want but its Not That

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bartythebabygorljr · 2 months

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HEY SHITHEADS

I’m Barty Crouch JR [this is an RP blog]

tag me in any stuff u want me to react to rahhh

I got this weird muggle website bc idk I was bored lmaooooo

it’s kinda cool but the MLP stuff looks like my nightmares came to life, ate one another and threw up again 😇

he/they ❤️‍🔥

student at Hogwarts rahhhh ⛓️

my dad suckssss but unlike ur mother last night he doesn’t swallow 😉

prolly mentally ill but nah 🔥

ultra black monster is my best friend 😈

My friends r cool and also on here bc everyone finds it impossible to say not to me bc im the coolest:

@evanmp3 - Evan - my darling Rosieeeee❤️ MY BOYFRIEND IM SO IN LOVE WITH

@reg-can-swim - Reggie - says I ‘forced him on here’ 🙄🙄🙄 [I love tjat little depressed victorian boy]

@panda-is-pan - Dora💖 - cool ass witch and objectively one of the best people ever

@cas0meadows - Dorcas <333, she scares me but I love her

@prongsieb0y James. Ugh. Yawn. BORING. Hot. Not saying I like him but if it was a party and he asked to kiss me I’d probably fold like a deckchair 🧍

@remus-john-mo0ny-lupin - Remus. HOTTEST MARSAJFER BU FSR U GUYS

@siriuslyhotterthanyou - Sirius 😍😍😍 lowkey enemies 2 lovers - bitchkiller 4 life

@the-one-and-only-lily-evans - Lilyyyyy - I think she’s really cool :D

@mar-lean-into-me - MARLSSSS - chaotic platonic loml

@peterpeterthepumpkineater - Pete - chill chess boy

@maryhadalittlemaggic - MARY ! She seems rlly cool

(OOC: feel free to drop asks in my inbox and ill answer them in character :D also if u wanna join w a character we don’t have yet then DM me <3)

(OOC again: main blog is @thedvilsinthedetails my personality is…the exact same as on here LMAO)

#slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #rosekiller #evan x barty #barty x evan #dead gay wizards #marauders rp #marauders era rp #marauders era roleplay #Barty Crouch Jr rp

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fiddleleafedfig · 2 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic | April 23:rd Teacher AU | Also inspired by this incredible post | 971 words

“It’s because I’m gay.”

Dora’s words had echoed in his head for the better duration of two years.

Two years.

Jesus Christ.

It sounds more clear now that there isn’t an ever pressing haze of alcohol clouding his brain. But alas, he frankly can’t afford to be an alcoholic anymore. He wasn’t even that good at it. A bottle of wine every evening and Remus just turned into a weepier version of his otherwise quite bleak self and watched old rom-coms on tv until he fell asleep on the couch.

But an English teacher’s salary isn’t hefty enough to really support a proper addiction and Remus hadn’t ever been the type of person to steal a car or break into someone’s house just to fuel his habit. With his luck he’d get caught right away anyway.

“This can’t come as a surprise, Rem, we never even had an active sexlife.”

Sure, fine, maybe they hadn’t. But they had been married for years; university best friends turned adult lovers and confidants turned married at twenty five and divorced at thirty three.

The divorce had at least been simple, easy, just like anything else about their relationship. One second she was there, dying her hair in the tub and staining it all bubblegum pink — the next she was moving out and downloading lesbian dating apps.

Remus munches salad from his little packed lunch. He should be planning his classes whilst having lunch — he refuses to, he’d rather sit here all bent-backed and pretend that the salad actually tastes better, that he isn’t regretting moving across the country to get away from it all. That his new life isn’t sinking his mood just like the old one did.

There’s a knock on his classroom door.

Remus looks up from his sad salad. “Come in?”

The door, covered in prints of Shakespeare plays and old illustrations of Of Mice and Men and other English class classics, opens to reveal the knocker.

Sirius has his hair in a bun today, black strands tied back and into a scrunchy that could rival the cheekiest of cheerleaders’. Other than that he is in his usual all black attire, all except his rainbow colored lanyard which holds his keys and the miniature periodic table keyring.

Sirius smiles. It’s all gray eyes that look like they’re sparkling under the hideous fluorescents and can make even the toughest lunch lady blush.

“Hi Remus, is this a bad time?”

Remus tries to swallow the tightness in his throat.

He can’t really deal with Sirius popping by like this, he’s done it quite frequently since Remus’ first week.

“No, not really,” he says, trying to keep his hands from fiddling and his eyes from darting around the room. “What can I help you with?”

Sirius shrugs, careless and relaxed. “I was just wondering if I could borrow your stapler. Seems like mine’s wandered off.”

Sirius drives a motorbike to school.

Remus saw him get off it in the parking lot not too long ago. It felt like the world stood still or maybe moved in slow motion when Sirius removed his helmet and shook his hair out, kitted out in leather. Then his neck got all hot, for some god forsaken reason, and he had to go splash cold water on his face before facing his students in the first period.

So many of Sirius’ supplies have gone missing in the short time where they have worked together.

“Erhm… Yeah, sure— absolutely,” Remus stumbles through sentences as he stands to go fetch the stapler in the supply closet. He turns the little key and quickly looks over the closet, a bit too aware that Sirius is coming closer; if he isn’t misinterpreting the scuff of boots on the floor.

He grabs the stapler, turns around. “Here.”

Sirius is right behind him, right in front of him now. Looking up at Remus with his easy smile and rows of lovely black lashes and… and… and pink lips.

“Thanks, I’ll give it back as soon as I’m done, okay?”

“Yeah…”

Sirius leaves. Remus has to go sit down, he’s feeling dizzy.

“Are you even attracted to me, Rem? I mean— it’s fine if you aren’t. Maybe I’m not your type or something.”

There was always something hidden in Dora’s words, at least in those words. Remus hadn’t come any closer to figuring them out, not even two years later.

He just sits in his darkening apartment, playing those words over and over whilst watching-but-not-really-watching tv. He should really go over to Sirius’ classroom tomorrow. You know, just to make sure he remembers to give the stapler back. And it has absolutely nothing to do with what Dora said those years ago, nothing at all.

In the following morning, Remus dresses in his good shirt and wrestles with his hair for a touch longer than usual. Why? Don’t worry about it.

He goes into work with a determination and anxiety churning in his belly.

He walks up to Sirius’ classroom, a print of Neil deGrasse Tyson on the door, and knocks.

Deep breath.

Sirius opens the door. Light eyes and smiling lips and an overall undeniably beautiful face.

Stapler, that’s what he’s there for.

“Will you go out with me?”

What?! No!

Remus was supposed to ask about the stapler!

Fuck!

Sirius just looks back up at him, glittering eyes and widening smile. He doesn’t say anything.

Remus tries to backpedal. “The stapler — I really need my stapler, that’s what I meant.”

Sirius just smiles. “So I just missed the point two second window of going out with you?”

There’s cotton in Remus’ ears, ringing in his brain. “No— I mean… Wait— Did you want to go out with me?”

Sirius’ smile looks like it’s almost too big for his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #writing #fig’s venturing out into the world of microfics #anything to procrastinate my actual large writing project

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flowerxbunnie · 6 months

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Hola! Soy Dora! —

okay wait no for real tho.. can you pretty please write a nasty lil big bad b bernard matty boy fic? like where he’s big daddy dom and he’s got an unspoken relationship with y/n? like they’ve not spoken the words, but they belong togetherrr 🎶 okay but for real.. that, and they have a night together where they’re just drinking and vibing with one another (just them) and it takes a turn 😈 and he’s being like all controlling and makes her ride his thigh while he touches himself to the sight, and then and then and then just rails her into oblivion? loooadddds of filthy speak because i am a slut for that right there! pretty please with a cherry on top? 🍒

Carnal

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: pure FILTHY smut. Dom!Matt, daddy kink, deg/praise, thigh riding etc :)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR

I throw back the last sip of my drink and hand my cup to Matt, the alcohol tasting like candy but burning just the same going down. I take the gummy worm off the rim and suck the sugar off, Matt’s eyes watching my every move closely. My skin is warm and my veins are filled with a buzzing feeling. He stacks the plastic cup on top of the others we’ve collected on the coffee table throughout the night, a chuckle escaping his lips as he counts them in his head.

“Damn, we gotta slow down soon.” He shakes his head slightly. “I’d like to not have a migraine tomorrow.”

“I’m feeling good, don’t know about you Matty boyyy..” I draw out, sitting back on the couch.

He sits back along with me and throws his arm over the back of the couch, turning his body slightly to face me. He has a half full cup in his other hand, his finger circling the rim slowly.

“Oh, I’m feeling good.” he smirks, bringing the cup to his lips and sipping as his eyes stay locked onto mine.

I can feel the slow and steady beat of the bass in my chest, his playlist playing quietly on the speaker on the table. We spend a while scrolling through my liked TikToks, cuddling and laughing together.

I find myself spending most of my Saturdays here in his living room, drinking and talking all night while Nick and Chris are away. My relationship with him is complicated. We’re definitely more than friends, but also less than lovers. I think we both have a problem with labels, feeling far more comfortable leaving things unspoken. I can’t help the thoughts that live in the back of my mind, like an itch I can’t scratch. A worry that maybe I’m not the only one he spends nights like this with. I know he’s my one and only, I can’t even fathom another man making me feel the way Matt does. Whether I’m in his car cracking up at his road rage or in his bed with the headboard thumping against the wall, I’m always filled with insane butterflies for this man.

But even though I’m sure of my feelings, he’s never outright spoken his. We’ve never had the conversation of if we want to date around or keep this situationship we have going on between us two. I feel selfish for wanting him all to myself, but he makes it hard not to.

“You good, baby?” He asks in his raspy voice, the nickname flowing off his tongue like honey and making my heart flutter. “You seem a little zoned out tonight.”

“I’m fine,” I lie, sitting up to grab another prefilled cup off the coffee table. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asks and brings his hand to the small of my back, his warm fingertips brushing beneath the hem of my shirt and sending shivers up my spine.

I just shake my head and give him a smile before throwing back a big gulp of my drink, melting against his touch as his hand inches higher up my spine. His rough fingertips run up and down slowly, my tense muscles going soft as he adds pressure.

“You know that’s not an answer, Y/n. Come on, talk to me.” He speaks sweetly as he sits his cup down.

His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back down next to him on the couch, hooking his hand around my legs and bringing them up onto his lap. The look in his eyes is serious, even through the glaze the alcohol has brought on.

“I don’t know Matt,” I play with my fingers like I always do when I’m nervous. “I’m just having weird feelings tonight.”

His eyes soften like he already knows what I’m going to say. “Tell me, love.”

I sigh and let my back fall into the soft cushions. “I’m just scared.” I start, watching as the look on his face stays the same, unwavering. “I’m scared for the day you find someone else who you’re ready to make things official with. I’m scared that I’m not the only one you fix gummy worm drinks for.”

He chuckles and my heart drops, my suspicions feeling all the more real as he breaks out into a fit of laughter. His hand leaves my legs and comes up to rub his eyes, his head shaking from side to side. “That’s what you’re all worked up about?” He asks through giggles.

I nod and feel the tears threatening to spill over, my drunk emotions amplified insanely. He doesn’t even notice, he just keeps laughing and brings his hand to his chest as it heaves.

“I don’t see how it’s funny..” I speak softly, my voice cracking at the end, my cheeks heating up as my weakness becomes obvious.

He immediately stops laughing, his head snapping back to me and his eyes softening. He brings a hand to my cheek and moves his thumb back and forth, his eyes flicking back and forth between both of mine.

“Baby, I thought it was obvious.” He tilts his head slightly, his eyes scanning my face slowly.

“Do I need to call an Uber?” I croak, still sure that he’s about to tell me I’m dumb for thinking too deeply about the way he felt for me.

“What?” He says shocked, his eyes wide and his hand halting its movements on my face.

It’s like the realization flashes in his brain, he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. He doesn’t say anything, just brings his hand back to my leg and traces it up to my thigh and gives it a squeeze. My body is reacting in a way I don’t know if I like, blood rushing to my heat between my legs despite the hurt I’m feeling.

But like Matt always does, he makes it all better. “You’re all I need, Y/n. All I want.” His hand trails higher, gripping and squeezing my skin along the way. “You know I’m not good at speaking my mind.”

My breath hitches as his fingers trace around the bottom of my shorts leaving a burning trail in their wake.

“But trust me,” he starts, his fingers dipping ever so slightly beneath the fabric, “I know that you’re it for me. Now stop worrying so much.”

His hand trails back down my leg, my thighs instinctively pressing together wishing for the friction I never got. He leans over and grabs my cup, handing it to me and sipping on his own. “Let’s finish these, hm?”

I grab the cup and down it quickly, squeezing my eyes shut at the burn. He chuckles and tilts his head back, his jawline sharp and defined in the ambient light of the lamps and candles. He sucks his teeth as he grabs my cup and stacks it into his, discarding them along with the rest.

“Take your shorts off.”

I’m taken aback, the conversation feels so unfinished but my head is swimming with thoughts of how his body would feel against my own. I still oblige, hooking my fingers into my waistband and slipping them down my legs, tossing them onto the coffee table. He gives me a slight smirk and grips onto my left ankle, lowering my foot onto the floor. He turns his body to fully face me and brings my right leg to the other side of him. My thighs open and my clothed core is exposed to him.

“You wore my favorite pair.” He coos, his thumb coming up to ghost over the fabric.

The smallest whimper leaves my mouth, my pussy aching for his touch. He moves up slowly, almost as if he’s memorizing the pattern in the lace, his thumb running up to the hemline and resting against my lower abdomen.

“Did you do that on purpose?” He questions, hooking his index finger into the elastic and pulling. “Did you know it would make daddy get all worked up?” He lets go and it snaps against me, a pulsing sting etched into my skin.

“N-no, not on purpose,” I lie, my heart speeding up at the dirty name. I knew damn well what I was getting myself into when I grabbed them out of my drawer.

“I don’t like when you lie, baby.” He moves his hand to my hip and gives it a squeeze. “Tell daddy the truth.” He begins slowly pulling my panties down, stopping when I don’t speak right away.

“I’m s-sorry daddy. I like the way you get so turned on when you see them.” I breathe out, a satisfied hum coming from my throat as he resumes pulling them down.

“That’s better.” He helps me maneuver out of them, bringing them to his face and placing a kiss against the fabric. “I think I’ll keep em’.” He smiles smugly as he slips them into his pocket.

He runs his hands up both of my thighs, his eyes raking up along with his movements. He brings his thumbs against my folds and spreads them open, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of my arousal.

“So wet already, baby.” His thumb rubs against my swollen clit once, my pussy clenching in response and a whine falling past my lips.

He bites his lip as he does it again, watching intently almost as if experimenting and seeing if he’ll get the same reaction. He does- my pussy clenches and tightens around nothing and my tender bud begins throbbing. He looks up at me with lust filled eyes.

“I love seeing your pussy beg for me. I’m barely doing anything and you’re already clenching up.”

He presses his thumb down suddenly with increased pressure but holds it still. I arch up and whine out, my heat aching for anything more than what he’s giving me. His free hand roams up my stomach and underneath my shirt, finding my bare breast and toying with my nipple. His thumb remains stagnant and still on my aching clit.

“P-please daddy. Please… more.” I whimper and rock my hips against his touch, moaning as I finally feel relief.

He pulls both hands away quickly, a disappointment filling his expression as he narrows his eyes.

“W-why? I need more.” I pout and reach out for his hands, only for them to be pulled away roughly.

“You wanna get off so bad, huh?” He sits back against the couch. “Do it yourself.”

I suck in a breath, taken aback at his harsh tone. I swallow thickly and bring my own hand down slowly to my heat, shaking slightly as he watches me intently. I begin rubbing slow circles onto my clit, speeding up because my body doesn’t react the same underneath my own touch. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth and close my eyes, trying to imagine it’s Matt’s fingers instead of mine, speeding up and bucking my hips up, desperate for any sort of relief. I keep going and even add a finger, curling it up inside my walls and hoping I’ll feel the euphoria soon.

But I don’t. I let my head fall back in frustration, removing my hands and giving up. I hear him laughing, taking enjoyment out of my struggle.

“Can’t get off without daddy, can you?” I look up as he begins unbuttoning his jeans, a visible bulge straining against the denim.

He pulls them down and keeps his boxers on, his erection still confined beneath the black fabric. He adjusts in his seat, leaning back and opening his legs wider.

“Come on baby. Use my thigh.” He pats his leg and motions his head for me to come over.

I sit up and try to control my shaky breath. Matt’s always been the dominant one, but it’s like something else has taken over, an almost devilish look in his eyes. I position myself onto him, my legs straddled around his right thigh and my pussy hovering above his skin. His hands run up to the hem of my shirt, pushing it up and pulling it over my head. His eyes become half lidded as he drinks in the sight of my exposed chest.

“What are you waiting for, princess? You were so eager a minute ago.” He rasps, his hands settling on my hips and lowering me down to make contact with his leg.

I suck in a breath at the sensation. My mind is buzzing from the alcohol and the arousal, I feel like I’m floating until I focus on the throbbing between my legs. I slowly rock back and forth once, my clit rubbing against his thigh with no resistance, my own arousal lubricating it perfectly. I swear I can see his cock jump beneath his boxers.

I let down all of the weight I’ve been subconsciously holding up off of him, the pressure sending a shockwave through my body as I begin grinding against him. I let out whimpers and moans as I circle my hips, crying out when he lifts his leg higher up to press against me.

“Such a naughty girl getting yourself off on my leg. So desperate that you’ll grind on anything I give you, hm?” He speaks lowly, bringing his arms up behind his head and watching my every move.

I bring my hands down to his chest and run them down until they settle on his abdomen to give myself some stability. My muscles are starting to tire but I keep going, rubbing and grinding against his thigh as my stomach begins to twist into knots. It’s like he knows I’m close to giving up, close to stalling. He begins to bounce his leg over and over, vibrations shooting through my body as his heel comes into contact with the floor roughly.

“F-feels so good, daddy..” I whine out, digging my nails into his shirt and twisting it, needing to do anything to release some of the pleasure flowing through my veins.

His eyes are glossy and dark as his hand comes into contact with his erection, palming it and tightening his grip repeatedly. I watch in awe as his veiny, slender hands work against himself. He pulls his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up, groaning as he pumps himself. His tip is dripping with precum, swollen and pink with need. He swipes his thumb over his slit to gather it and brings it up to my mouth, rubbing the juice onto my tongue as he presses it into my mouth.

I gain a sudden burst of energy and arousal and begin grinding down against him with everything I can, inching myself closer and closer to release as I watch him jerk his cock underneath me. His free hand reaches up and grasps onto my breast, his large hand encompassing the tissue completely as he kneads the skin. His palm rubs against my taut nipple, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.

“Come on baby, make a mess on daddy’s thigh,” he encourages, “I won’t get mad as long as you help me clean it up.”

I cry out in pleasure as the knots in my abdomen wind so tightly they snap, the pressure releasing and my thighs shaking as I come apart on his leg. I grind down and my pussy clenches and throbs as my juices leak out onto his skin, his thigh now slick with my release.

“Good girl, that’s it. Such a good job.” He coos and praises, bringing his hand up and stroking my hair as I catch my breath. “Don’t get too comfortable. You’ve got a big mess to clean up.” He motions to the spot where we connect, a sheen of liquid across his skin.

He pushes my shoulders down to encourage me to my knees, and I oblige. I look up at him through my lashes, hesitantly licking a stripe across his leg and tasting myself on him. His hand grips around his cock again, pumping slowly as I kitten lick his thigh.

“Doing such a good job.” he croaks, a moan sneaking it way out.

I continue cleaning up my mess, lapping up all the evidence I had left behind. His motions around his dick become quicker as I pull back for a moment, a string of my arousal shining in the light between my tongue and the skin of his thigh.

His hand stops pumping and comes to lace into my hair, pulling me upwards. I lick up his leg, sitting higher on my knees and trace my tongue up to his base, flattening it all the way to his tip. I take it into my mouth just enough to wrap around his head, sucking lightly and batting my eyes.

“Hmm, don’t even have to be told what to do. Daddy’s precious girl.” He says sweetly while caressing my cheek.

I hum around him and feel my cheeks heat up at the praise. I slowly take more and more of him into my mouth, his droopy eyes watching as I gag at the feeling of his head touching the back of my throat. He smiles in satisfaction, bucking his hips up to elicit the same response once more. My mouth fills with saliva and it drips out and down his length, providing the perfect lubrication for my hand to grip around what I can’t fit into my mouth. I twist my hand around him and his head falls back in pleasure. I bob my head up and down, taking his cock in and out of my mouth as groans fill the room around us.

His cheeks are rosy and his forehead slick with sweat, half from the alcohol warming his body and half from his arousal. He grabs onto his shirt and pulls it over his head, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing deliciously. He wipes the fabric against his forehead before he tosses it to the side, his eyes fixing back onto me with blown pupils.

Both of his hands come down to grip onto my jaw before he disconnects my mouth from his cock, pulling me up with a popping sound. “You’re gonna have to bend over for daddy. Need to feel that tight pussy around me.” His voice is low and commanding, almost rumbling through my chest.

He pulls his boxers the rest of the way down before he grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet as he stands up himself. He turns me around and guides me towards the arm of the couch, pushing me down until my chest is pressed into it.

“Arch up for me,” he instructs, his hands grasping my hips as he helps me get into position for him. “So good at listening to instructions.”

He keeps one hand on my hip to keep me in place as he lines himself up with my entrance, dipping in and out teasingly.

“P-please daddy, I need it.” I speak up, wiggling my ass back and forth in hopes he’ll be convinced.

“Need what, baby?” He taunts, running his tip through my dripping folds until he brushes against my throbbing clit.

“Need… n-need your cock inside of me.”

“Those are such naughty words to be coming out of your sweet little lips..” he chastises and pushes only his head into me. “Tell me more.”

My breath hitches as he gives me another inch, slowly pulling out once again. “F-fuck I… I wanna feel your hands all over me while you fuck me, daddy.”

His hands rub from my ass up to my back leaving a trail of warmth and goosebumps. “Like this? You like when daddy grabs all over you?” He questions, bringing his hands to my hair and making a makeshift ponytail.

I nod and bite my lip to contain my noises as he pulls my head back roughly, bringing his other hand down to smack my ass and rub out the sting. He pushes halfway in and stalls, but I can feel his cock throbbing between my walls.

“You want daddy all you yourself, hm?” He whispers as he releases his grip on my hair and moves his hands down my sides, tracing along my curves before settling on my ass.

“YES! … Y-yes, daddy, please. Wanna be all yours.” I squeal as he bottoms out, his tip brushing against my g-spot.

He starts pumping in and out, his hips slamming against my ass with the depth of his strokes. I reach around desperately, looking for anything I can grip onto. His hands reach down and grab mine, crossing them behind my back and gripping my wrists together with one hand. His other hand squeezes and massages my ass, smacking every now and again to give me small stings of delicious pain.

His thrusts are calculated and controlled as he pounds into me. Our pants fill the air as we inch closer to our climax together, his free hand roaming my body. It’s all slippery and sloppy and animalistic. Lewd, wet sounds echoing into the room and low grumbles escaping his throat.

I feel his dick stiffen to get impossibly hard, twitching and jerking inside of my heat. “F-fuck. Help me out baby.” He croaks as his strokes start to become sloppy.

He releases his grip on my wrist and grabs my hips as I begin meeting his thrusts halfway, throwing my body back against him. My name falls out of his lips over and over in a whisper as his fingers dig into my skin.

“S-so close..” I whine, my head swimming and my stomach clenched.

“Shh.. it’s okay baby. Give it to daddy.” He encourages.

That’s all it takes for me to unravel, my pussy throbbing around him as cries of pleasure sound into the room. He releases alongside me, his warm load spurting into me and filling me up as he continues fucking into me. We continue until we can’t anymore, and he pulls out with a wince.

He pulls my aching body up and spins me around, wrapping his arms around me and placing my head against him. His heart pounds against his chest, so hard I can almost feel it thumping against my ear. Our bodies are sticky and exhausted, but nothing is uncomfortable.

He places a kiss onto my hair, his hot breath fanning down over my shoulders. “Did that tell you what you needed to know?”

I only nod, unable to form words. He pulls back and hooks a finger under my chin to bring my gaze to meet his own. He looks at me intently and comes in to place a lingering, passionate kiss against my lips. When we disconnect he places his forehead against mine and whispers sweet nothings, his soft skin brushing against my still-swollen lips.

He gives me one more kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

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anti-catradora-collection · 1 month

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TRANSLATING AND GIVING MY HONEST OPINION ABOUT THIS TWITTER THREAD:

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ DO NOT GO AFTER AND DO NOT HARASS THE CREATOR OF THE THREAD I'LL BE COMMENTING HERE. thank you.

"it pisses me off when ppl say they love enemies to lovers and then say that catra//dora is toxic.

like, ENEMIES is not when one person steps on another's toes and gets angry towards them"

keep reading under the cut:

yeah, "enemies" certainly is not when one person steps on another's toes and gets angry towards them. even google knows that. enemies to lovers is completely different from rivals to lovers.

however, c//a aren't enemies either. they have never been.

they were simply abuser x victim. and that's mainly because adora never really felt any hate towards catra. she even tried to make catra join the rebellion multiple times.

additionally, adora knew how to defend herself, but wouldn't do more than she needs.

catra, on the other hand, would relish on BRUTALIZING adora. she even tried to end the whole universe out of spite to adora, willing to kill them both in the process.

and let's not forget: catra did all this with a smile in her face, proud of being able to manipulate and control adora.

they were never mutual enemies. adora mostly viewed catra as someone to fear. most of the time, she felt powerless when the matter was catra. to be honest, even when the matter wasn't her, it's shown that she felt that way. damn, she even had a panic attack because of catra.

and let's not forget how catra and adora's fights are always viewed as "flirtatious/sexy" and, surprisingly (or not), they are always with catra on top while adora is unable to fight back for any reason (be it for an emotional or physical reason, temporarily or not).

the only exception for what i said above is this scene, where i don't even believe adora is being flirtatious (for me, she's simply being smug) and where she's not even talking to catra in person.

of course, there's times where adora physically hurts (or tries to hurt) catra back, but it's solely to DEFEND HERSELF/OTHER PEOPLE. catra takes advantage of adora's kindness cuz she knows she won't be able to cause the same harm as catra does.

"enemies to lovers is ALWAYS toxic in the enemies part. a relationship where you are the other person's mortal enemy is not even possible.we ship catra//dora precisely because they get to the lovers part, and when they get to it, there is no more toxicity."

I'm so sorry to break it to you, but C//A has been toxic before, during and after they were in opposite sides of the war. here is an example of this. catra always made it seem like it's adora who's always abandoning her, but it was catra's CHOICE to stay in the horde.

C//A relationship occurred on an existing pattern: adora accidentally says something that makes catra mad -> catra hits/insults her -> catra runs away, expecting adora to chase after her and feeling like she's rejected if that doesn't happen. it even happened while they were KIDS.

and let's also not forget about catra gaslighting and slapping adora in that one episode while she was going through another panic attack. "catra didn't know something was going on!!!" she literally had "flashbacks" about things that did happen and adora was clearly not okay.

catra could've been a good friend like glimmer was for adora in the hot springs episode, listen to her, try to help and properly calm her down even if she didn't know what was happening, but catra didn't. she insisted on her own view that everything was perfect instead.

catra also makes it seem like adora is the abandoner multiple times in season 5. like girl you're the one who literally abandoned her even in S5 plsss-catra CHOSE to stay in the horde, adora tried to make catra come with her since forever. catra was the one running away.

she even framed adora as being the violent one in their relationship with this scene:

"how am i supposed to fight my own friends?"

"it never stopped you before."

it's almost like catra wasn't the one always trying to hurt and murder adora all the time... lol.

"apart from the abuse that catra (and adora) suffered throughout her childhood AND her fear of abandonment, the only reason catra treated adora the way she did was because she suppressed her feelings in such an absurd way that she was even violent."

uhhh.. no?

you're telling me catra tried to kill adora multiples times and destroy the universe because deep inside her heart catra LOVED adora?

this is honestly giving me "he hits you because he likes you!" vibes. i bet if catra was a man, you wouldn't be saying stuff like this.

plus, shall i say something that may sound a bit... harsh:

THIS. IS. NOT. ABOUT. CATRA.

of course catra is traumatized.

of course catra is also abused.

of course all these facts helped building up catra's character.

but nothing justifies the way she treated adora.

"but catra was abused, she was raised in a harsh way, she doesn't know any better!" what about we stop making adora's abuse about her abuser...? everyone kinda seems to forget how catra was also a w4r crim1nal lmao. of course catra deserved love. but not in the way she got.

catra also needed to be held accountable for her actions, which she didn't. "she was brainwashed by horde prime which made her suffer a lot!" okay, and? catra also brainwashed and put adora into a lot of pain and that fact was never once brought up again.

i mean, catra literally was a gen0c1dal w4r crim1nal. she killed lots of people (including glimmer's mother). again, she tried to end the universe. she destroyed villages. she attempted to kill adora multiple times. was she even questioned about it?

no. the princesses immediately take catra in with them as soon as adora says "she's with us now". there was not even a proper discussion about it.

"as soon as she gets sufficiently comfortable in being vulnerable and admitting what she feels to adora, there's no reason for her to be violent because there's nothing else to suppress. the acception of her "true self" breaks the cycle of abuse and that's WHY +"

not gonna comment on it cuz i already said how catra has been abusive during the entire series - even after she has been rescued. "she was going through a lot" and adora was too. It just wasn't fair for catra to treat adora that way simply becuz "adora doesn't want mee! :(".

like, girl, this isn't about you. you ASKED adora to save the world but then you get angry when she decides it's something she NEEDS to do and states that no one else can do that. like ???

"they turn into a couple.

double trouble themselves tell catra exactly what she has been doing during all seasons to hide and deny her own feelings for adora. because these feelings made her feel uncomfortable."

excuse me, double trouble was also wrong about that. starting by the way they said "left you" while turning into adora when we know it wasn't what happened, there's also the fact that their speech wasn't only about catra's "feelings" for adora.

it was also about catra feeling abandoned and rejected by EVERYONE she knew: shadow weaver, scorpia, hordak... or are we going to forget the fact all these people were also in the scene?

but even the show itself tries to make it seem like adora was the abandoner only for the "just this once, stay" quote to make sense. another reminder: spop's writing is very far away from being the best.

"I would NEVER ship catra//dora the way i do if they haven't got a redemption and if the "enemies" part hadn't come to an end. at most, I'd think they have chemistry and potential for making out, but their healthy relationship is only possible due to their happy ending."

i don't even know what to say- this person lost me at "I'd think they have chemistry and potential for making out". why the hell do you think catra abusing adora would be hot, SPECIALLY in a scenario where they keep being "enemies"???? 😭

also, yes, they got a "happy ending". but at what cost?

catra lied to adora and insulted her even during her confession;

catra never really changed, this series simply tried to make it seem like she did (and failed to do so)

adora is now in a supposedly "happy relationship" with her own abuser and sister, while both didn't at least got therapy BEFORE that.

catra didn't need a romance with her victim in order to be happy. she simply needed time to HEAL, just like adora. "but can't they heal as a couple?" no. it just doesn't work like that. you can't love someone else without fully loving yourself first.

"that being said, catra is open to therapy with perfuma, already sees bow and glimmer as besties, says sorry with ease, happily participates on princesses hugs, isn't afraid to show love and care for adora. and that's when a good relationship is born."

catra may be "trying" to be a better person in canon, but she's far from achieving that. you all say "someone needs time to heal before turning into a better person", but then look at catra, whose "redemption arc" was up for half of the last season and applauds it as "the best character development ever". it also doesn't work like that. it doesn't matter how many times catra saves the world if she keeps treating adora like dirt while doing that (guilt tripping, insulting and beating her up, for example).

basically, saying "I'm sorry for everything" once doesn't mean anything if catra, herself, doesn't truly change.

the last tweet of the thread finished with the following sentence:

"kisses and go to therapy"

all i can say is: thanks, op. you too.

#spop discourse #spop salt #spop critical #spop criticism #anti spop #anti catradora #anti c//a #anti c/a #spop #she ra #tw incest mention #tw abuse

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creamecafe · 2 years

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Hey! Can we get a Shuri x F!Reader fic, where the reader is mildly superpowered and had moved to Wakanda per request of the Queen after T'challa's passing to allow Shuri to have one trusted friend with her and she stays with her throughout Shuri's grieving period and fights alongside her and her people out at sea, earning herself the title of 'Hero' in the eyes of the Wakandan's despite not being one of their own, and of course, she and Shuri fall in love with eachother but they dont confess until before Shuri drinks the contents of her artificial heart, and before she goes she tells the reader she loves her incase the plant sends her into cardiac arrest and she dosent get the chance to tell her? Sorry for the long request.

Your the Only Friend I Need

*Spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever if you haven't seen it yet. You have been warned*

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Summary: What the request said (Until I can make up a good summary)

Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader with Super-Powers

Warnings: mutual pining, mentions of death, grief, depression, friends to lovers, and eventually fluff at the end. Also not double checked but I'll have to get to that soon.

a/n: @ackroxia this is an absolutely great idea of a request tysm! And DW about it being so long it's perfect!

The king is dead. T'Challa is dead. It was hard for you to accept the news that your close friend is gone. Especially thinking of how the Queen and his sister are feeling due to his death. You have been meaning to reach out to Shuri but didn't know when the right time was.

She was your best friend. Of course, the right thing to do is bring her comfort but didn't know how.

Your thoughts were disturbed as you hear a knock on your door and you go to approach to see who's there.

You look through the peephole and it was none other than the powerful female soldier group known, as the Dora Milaje. You open the door and allowed them in.

"Okoye and Ayo. It's nice to see you both. What brings you here?"

"Hello Y/N it's nice to see you too," Okoye smiled.

"We are here by the Queens' order" Ayo answered.

Oh no. The Queen. It could either mean something good or bad.

"The Queen. What does she need? How can I be a help of assistance?"

"She wants you to come to Wakanda in order of comfort for Shuri due to her state of the Kings death."

"Of course my condolences to the king. And how's Shuri?"

"Not so well. She spends much of her time in the lab. Rarely gets out to socialize or eat."

"I can imagine the death of her brother and how it affects her. They were really close."

"Indeed they were. We need you to come to Wakanda."

"Of course. I don't mind staying a couple of weeks there to comfort Shuri."

"No, I'm not talking about weeks. I mean permanently."

Permanently? Living in Wakanda permanently? It sounds like a dream because you have been to the country before to fight Thanos and how beautiful it is but to live there permanently never crossed your mind.

"Permanently? Like I stay there forever, leaving all my stuff here and my home?"

"I know it sounds like a lot. But Shuri could really use comfort."

You stopped and pondered a moment to think about the choice you would have to make. Shuri is your friend. It feels like a privilege you are chosen as a comfort to be by Shuri's side in an amazing country.

You took a deep breath in and sighed.

"I will go to Wakanda. For Shuri."

"We will help you bring your stuff."

You then started packing your stuff in order to leave your home and enter your new one, Wakanda. After you had everything packed and head off to the ship waiting outside, just practically calling your name, you looked back at your home and how much you will miss it. But then you remember this is for Shuri, a choice you made. You turn your head towards it and never looked back.

Now you were on the ship settled in and waiting for you to arrive at your destination.

-Time Skip-

You had now arrived at Wakanda and were now in the citadel guarded by more of the Dora Milaje. You walked to the meeting room and where the throne is. The doors opened and there stood the most powerful woman known, the Queen of Wakanda, hence her real name Ramonda.

"Queen." You bow down in respect towards her.

"Y/N. You are a friend to Wakanda and part of this family. There's no need to bow."

"I know but my parents always taught me to respect my elders." I smile at her and she does too

She goes to hug me and I reach in. Her hug was firm but also soft. Once you pulled out of the hug, she put her hands on your shoulders and slowly slide to your hands.

"I thank you for coming to Wakanda. I'm sorry for the short notice, but I just want my daughter to be alright."

"No it's ok I understand. My condolences to you and Shuri about the king, your son. First your husband and now your son. I can't imagine the pain you are going through."

"Well here in Wakanda, death is not the end." She smiled sweetly and cupped my face.

"You are a very strong woman Queen, I always admired that about you."

"You are very sweet Y/N, I always loved that about you."

Your heartbeat happily at her kindness.

"Come I'll let you see Shuri."

You nodded and followed her to Shuri's lab. You forgotten how big it was and how much you missed it.

You climb down the steps and see a whole bunch of technology around you and hologram screens. Then you saw her, Shuri.

"Shuri, I have a surprise for you."

"I don't think I'll be interested mama."

"Why you haven't even seen it yet? It's a special someone."

Shuri turns around rolling her eyes until she stops when she sees you. Her eyes widened.

"Y/N?"

"Hi Shuri," You smiled.

"Y/N, oh my god why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Well um.."

"I had her come to my request. To comfort you."

"Wait you requested for her to come?"

"To stay with you permanently."

"What? No mama, no you can't do that to Y/N. She can't be here because you want her to, what about her family, her home?"

"Shuri it's ok. I wanted to come here. I chose to. For you."

"But..." Shuri sighed.

"You need someone by you and I will do that." I interrupted her and held her shoulder. "I don't care if I have to stay in Wakanda for the rest of my life. I just want you to be ok. That's what matters to me""

Shuri looked down. She felt guilty that you're willing to leave your home to stay in Wakanda with her. She never had someone be her first priority before, especially you.

"I appreciate it Y/N. Thank you so much "

"Now you see why I wanted her to come here Shuri" Ramonda smiled at Shuri.

"Yes mama" Shuri laughed and you smiled too.

"I'll let you two be," Ramonda said as she left the lab.

You both look as the Queen leaves the lab and then turn to each other and smile.

"Do you want me to show you your room?"

"Yeah of course."

You both laugh as you leave the lab to see your new room. When you both arrived it was beautiful. The windows were big enough to see over the city of Wakanda and the night sky with many stars. You were able to put your luggage in and soon be able to decorate it the way you want. You and Shuri just spend the rest of the day talking and hearing how she's doing with the passing of T'Challa.

The first night of Wakanda has been comforting and soothing. The guards had given you comfort clothing, clothing of their culture, and sandals. The food was just immaculate with the seasonings put into it.

When you first took a bit of the food, your eyes widened. Shuri taking a sight at this laughed.

"Is it good?"

"Good? Amazing! Why didn't I have some sooner?"

You both laugh and continue eating.

After eating, you went to take a nice steamy hot bath and just sighed at the calm and relaxing experience. After you were done, you put your pajamas on and were heading to bed. You went to Shuri's room and knocked on the door. Shuri went to the door and opened it. She smiled when she saw you.

"Hey Y/N"

"Hey, Shuri I just came to say goodnight."

"Well, goodnight to you. And thank you for choosing to stay in Wakanda. " She went and gave you a hug

"Or course," You embraced the hug. "Anything for you."

"I know you probably miss your home and family."

"I do but I can make this my home and find my new family here." You smile

Shuri smiled as well. She was lucky to have a friend devoted as you, especially moving to a whole new country.

"Thank you really. Have a goodnight."

"You too Shuri."

Shuri closes her bedroom door and you walk back to your room. You close the door behind you and go to the window. You take a look at the city with lights in buildings, majority dimmed and majority turned off. You felt fortunate that you would be seeing this view every night from now on.

You walk to your bed and settle in under the blankets. You look up at the ceiling and sighed with a smile on your face.

Maybe staying Wakanda for a long time wouldn't be so dreadful after all as you thought.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 11 months

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Heyyy could you write where Erik obviously takes over the throne & gains the queen ( tchallas wife) in the process, after weeks of disdain for Erik.. she caves in/let him have his way with her

To everyone else, T'Challa was the King. He was the Black Panther, beloved by all and adored. Honest, brave, elegant, and caring. He put the welfare of his people before his very life. That was the miracle of T'Challa's rule.

To you, he was your life. He was your partner, your teammate, your support, your lover, your husband. Photos and mementos lay scattered before you as you reminisce, bitterness and twisting thoughts causing you to sear in your anger. You can't help but think that he should still be here. There's no good reason why he isn't.

There's a knock on the door that you ignore. Every time someone in the palace speaks to you, it pisses you off. They are traitors, living comfortably in a palace they don't deserve, serving a murderer.

They knock again, asking if you'd like to come out for dinner with the new King. Everyone seems to have moved on, you think angrily. Everyone but you.

"I'll come to dinner when that imposter you call a king is in chains and beheaded. Serve me his head on a platter and my appetite will have returned sevenfold."

You pick up a polaroid you took of T'Challa and look at the date. It hasn't even been a month since it was taken, only 9 days since T'Challa's death.

When the news travels back to Erik that you still refuse to comply with his requests, he isn't surprised.

"Who's been giving her food behind my back?"

You should've been crawling to him, begging for something to eat.

"If I ask again, none of you, including your families, will eat. I'll make sure of that."

Erik noticed the chef look at a Dora.

"You."

His finger curved, beckoning her near to his throne. When she was close enough, he threw a blade, striking her directly in the forehead. Her body thudded to the ground.

"And that wasn't even vibranium."

The cook lowered his eyes in horror. The Dora couldn't decide whether to hold their positions or fight back. The palace staff was broken.

"What," Erik challenged. "Y'all look like y'all wanna do something! Come'on," his lip curled under ferociously, bearing gold fangs.

No one stepped forward.

"The next person I hear stepping foot near Ms. Queen without my permission? You can look forward to joining your friend in the afterlife. Am I CLEAR?"

Typically, Asira would sneak into your corridor, and you'd unlock your bedroom quarters to accept fresh and sweet warm yeast bread and water, but she hasn't shown in two days. You're famished, sleeping it off between bouts of mourning.

Finally, there's a quiet knock. You rush to unlock and open the bedroom door, but it's not Asira. Killmonger pushes the door wide.

"So this is the king's suite."

You start to walk out, but remember your chest of memories and dive to gather the scattered photos, putting them back inside. He steps on one as you grab it.

"You really loved him, huh."

You freeze, weighing your response.

"I used to have love in my life. It was taken from me. Three times. First time, it was my father. Airships from Wakanda came down from the sky, and by the time I made it in the house... he was dead. I'd never seen so much as a sign of visitation before then. Lost my uncle in the same night. Of course, you called him Zuri."

Your lip twitches, the hint of a snarl forming.

"Uncle James was a traitor just like his nation. Just like all of you. You're all cowards!"

One drag of his boot rips the photo.

"Why should you be happy..."

Angrily, he pulls you up by your shoulder and captures your ornately twisted afro bun in his grip, turning your face so he can look at your cowardice up close.

"You married into a family of murderers and you have the nerve to judge me?! Look up at me!"

Something sharp plunges into his chest, piercing him with familiar pain.

Your dark brown eyes are vengeful and shining with all the grief and fury you've felt the past few days. Killmonger took your husband, your shared dreams, and the one true king.

You look directly into his eyes, your face scrunching while you push your letter opener into his heart with all your strength. Panting, you look down on him as he labors.

"For my husband."

Turning your nose up at his dying gasps, you turn away. The Dora should've done this. Anyone with allegiance to Wakanda should've done this.

With labored breathing, Erik looks down at the blood around the jeweled letter opener lodged in his chest cavity. Direct hit.

You step back slowly, thinking you've done something, but all you've done is turn a battle into an all-out war. Not a war between territories, but a war between his will and yours.

"You think you can kill me?"

His eyes on you, he chuckles.

"Cute."

This is the first pushback he's gotten since T'Challa. He watches you closely, grimacing and sweating as he pulls the letter opener from his chest. It's costed in blood, but thanks to the powers bestowed on him by the herb, he'll heal.

Pulling himself to his feet, he goes to take the corner of your pure white duvet, cleaning the blood from the small blade. He pants silently, still in recovery.

"You understand why I killed him..."

He swings the knife low with his gait as he approaches you. "Up until now, your leaders have been content in doing nothing, at peace with the bare minimum. T'Challa-"

"Don't you DARE insult T'Challa in MY presence," you point, stopping him in his tracks.

"T'Challa," Erik stresses, looking you in the eye. "As noble as he was, he needed to be replaced by someone with some real fire."

"You can go to hell," you nearly whisper, enraged.

He steps forward.

"There's one person in this entire palace with the guts to oppose me, and you’re not even a trained fighter... I can take you down at any point. You and I both know that."

"So why don't you?"

"I have other plans. I'd like you to remain Queen to convince our citizens to trust in my efforts. I'd like you to join me as an advisor at my side. Afterall, everything I do as King is for the advancement of Wakanda and the African diaspora."

"I'll never join you. You may as well kill me."

"Tempting," Erik's eyes narrow. "But no. I believe in my vision, and that vision includes you. You have the opportunity to use that anger to help a lot of people. I believe... after you've spent a few more days in here without food or water, you'll either come to the same conclusion or you'll waste away quietly. Either way."

He looks you up and down. Whatever you choose, he's prepared.

"As long as I live, so will his legacy. I will never stop fighting you."

"I believe you," he nods. "Even as I approach you with a knife, you don't run. You're not suicidal. You've been planning your next attempt on my life."

He stops inches from you and trails the bejeweled letter opener from your cleavage up your open and smooth brown chest, up your neck.

"I like it. You tough."

The light bounces off of your supple skin. It looks soft and bouncy, covered in a layer of raw shea butter.

He brings his face close enough to your neck to smell your gentle fragrance.

He doesn't acknowledge the sound of your gurgling stomach or your glare of hate as he dangles the blade in front of your face.

"Whether you join me or die is completely in your hands, but as for this? I'm keeping this."

He leaves, and the door closes behind him. When you open it, the Dora you once loved are blocking you in. They stand firm with their spears, shame on their faces as they avoid your look of judgment.

Asira isn't among them, which means she's probably dead.

You close yourself back into the room as you resign yourself to join her and your husband.

The hours are long. The hunger and thirst is strong. You patch the ripped photo and stash it safely with the other memorabilia, meditating and sleeping as a distraction. It's already been a couple of days with no food or water. Still, you hold out.

Four days in, you're dying slowly in a torture that feels unbearable. As honorable as your intentions are, T'Challa wouldn't want to see you suffer this way. You imagine he's with you, lying next to you. Right after teasing you about your body temperature being too high for cuddling only to bring you in closer, he'd tell you to take the food. Live at any cost. It feels selfish when you know T'Challa can no longer enjoy these things with you, but you know it's not. You're doing it FOR HIM.

If you're going to kill Killmonger. You have to eat.

When the news travels to Erik that you've finally come to your senses, his elbows prop on the dining table in wait of what's sure to be another interesting encounter.

You arrive in a modest white dress and matching headwrap, the traditional mourning color. He killed your man, and you want him to feel guilty seeing you as widow. He doesn't. He doesn't even really care.

"Sit closer."

He stares, watching you play musical chairs to keep your distance until you're right beside him. You look perfectly weak, tired, and hungry... More willing.

He doesn't miss the hesitation as you consider using the dinner knife as a weapon. Part of him hopes you'll give him a reason.

"I'm not your enemy."

The subdued murderous rage seeping from you despite your exhaustion is admirable.

"You are my sole enemy as far as I'm concerned," you mutter.

He turns to you fully, having been thinking about telling you something specific since he last saw you.

"I've done nothing but try to show you a system that's been broken from the start. I didn't SNEAK into the borders, though I could have. I EARNED passage by killing the black market arms dealer who murdered Wakandans and somehow eluded not one but two of your black panthers. I did that, and I didn't SEIZE the palace, though I could have. I followed your protocol and let you arrest me, taking me straight to the King who I defeated by YOUR OWN customs. You wanna vilify me? Go ahead. I didn't start this. You did when you killed my parents. I'm finishing it."

You stab at the food as he watches the conflict in your mind. His words are reaching you even if you hate him.

"I haven't been challenged in my power and authority since T'Challa," he repeats. "You're the only one who seems to give a damn that he's dead."

You look up quickly.

"-and that's a broken system. I've been where you are. Even being from the Panther Tribe, these people destroyed my family, betrayed my father's memory, and abandoned me. They are the weak links who, out of fear and tradition, won't challenge authority. They won't stand up for what's right. They wouldn't know right from wrong. They are selfish, and they are cowards. They are the traitors."

His words reflect how you feel. Everyone has fallen in line to the new regime as if T'Challa wasn't just here a couple of weeks ago, walking the halls. They smiled to his face then, but act now as if he never existed.

"We're not so different." He holds up a finger for you to listen. "Our responses have been to rebel. To honor the memory of our loved ones. But this goes deeper than us and our pain. I'm asking you, will you remain Queen and fight alongside me to change this broken system for good?"

You hesitate, wondering how it would look. Despite that, having the power to supervise Killmonger and affect change is appealing.

"As long as it's made clear that we are not together, I will agree... to keep an eye on you."

You watch him closely as he's watching you.

"What is your plan?"

"First, we have to unite the tribes," he says without thought, but the tribes are already united as much as they can be. The council exists. You kiss your teeth.

"There's tension with the border tribe... You haven't had contact with the Jabari in decades."

You look him up and down, rolling your eyes back to your food. You wonder about his approach to politics.

"How would you unite the tribes?"

Days turn into weeks as you listen to Killmonger's wild ideas that border on treason. He seeks power, that much is clear, but he has a plan for reform that you're beginning to believe in. You've been walking the palace and even traveling the country alongside him, training and directing him, showing him the ropes. He's adapting quickly and surprisingly open to your suggestions, quick to adapt your corrections.

"Yes, queen," has been his public response when you've chastised him. He's made good progress. It almost makes you not want to kill him anymore... Almost.

"When are we doing something about the ritualistic combat component in the road to becoming king?"

"I'll let you think of that," he says, leaving it to you. You'll have to think about it and come back.

You head back to your quarters to think alone, passing the treacherous Dora who only guard the throne. You haven't forgotten. Turning your nose, you close yourself into your vast bedroom and sigh, removing your dress and headdress. Lying down, you're in your thoughts for a while until you fall asleep with dreams of T'Challa.

You've been away for a couple of hours, and it's time for dinner. Erik looks up from his work load. You haven't returned to the discussion. He needs you to look over a new idea regarding vibranium, and you can do that over dinner, so he goes to your door and knocks.

When you don't respond, he confirms with the Dora that you are in fact in there. They unlock the door with a spare key. Clearly, he announces himself on his entrance.

It's not enough. You're asleep in lingerie, a peaceful expression on your face. He's never seen you without lines in your forehead.

Sitting on your bed, he strokes your face, watching it turn more and more angelic. You must be having a good dream. Slowly, he leans and kisses your lips. You'll never know it when you wake. He leans off of the bed, but in your sleep, you reach out, so he sits back down.

"Ms. Queen," he whispers, trying to wake you before deciding, "Fuck it."

He pulls off his black robe that he'd been sitting in all day along with his black pants and loafers. Sliding under your duvet, he lays in what must've been his cousin's spot, holding you against his chest. Your skin is soft and the gentle smell he's gotten accustomed to fills his nostrils.

He remains awake, lying there through dinner until he realizes you're not getting up. Then he can sleep.

Something suddenly doesn't feel right. He feels your body shift from his arms. At this point, he's been asleep a few hours. Instead of opening his eyes, he waits. He can feel you hover as if you're hesitating. You're probably going to stab him. He prepares mentally to sense where your blade might go. How big is it this time? Is it a kitchen blade? Did you get your hands on a spear? You're stronger now. Still not strong enough to actually kill him.

He waits and waits, but the blow doesn't strike. Opening his eyes, he finds you sitting on the side of the bed with a defeated look in your eye. When he sighs, you flinch and look over. You thought he was still asleep.

"Well... Don't feel bad," he grumbles, still groggy. "It's always harder to kill someone at their most vulnerable."

"That's not it..."

Oh? He waits for you to elaborate, but he can see it the more he looks at you and tries to put himself in your shoes. You're conflicted about more than just killing him.

"There was so much life left in him; so many dreams we shared and planned to live out. I wanted children. I wanted to travel the world with him as parents. I wanted us to grow old together. I never once considered that I'd lose him so soon. I thought you had time. And YOU killed him," she looks back suddenly with a growl. "You took that from me."

He lays still, watching your expressions as tears drop from your eyes. Either you're venting or having second thoughts. If it's the latter, it means damage control.

"So then... why," you gasp. "Why do I feel like this? I should hate you."

It wouldn't be wise to move. Letting you vent would be best. Again, he'd been there to know exactly how you feel.

"Look at me!"

He's already looking. His eyes widen in apology. He can't give you the one you want and you know why. He isn't sorry for killing T'Challa. He'd do it again if he could.

Your face scrunches as you crawl back in the bed, and after assessing the situation, he decides to put his hand on your arm to show you you're not alone.

To his surprise, you pull his arm to hold you for comfort. He does and for a while the two of you lie there until you turn over, seeking something more to dull the ache in your heart.

He knows exactly what he can offer for that. Gently, he kisses your expose skin. Your shoulder, your arm, your stomach, your thigh, your knee, your leg. When your thighs fall open, he kisses up the inside of your leg and thigh up to the outline of your panties. He looks up to check in.

"You sure?"

'Cause ain't no going back. You grab his locs, guiding him down and he pulls your panties off, tossing them off the bed. With one last look, he goes down.

You sigh and moan under him, ultimately whispering T'Challa's name. You must be thinking of him, but Erik doesn't care. Not yet.

Right now, it's T'Challa, but with time, it'll change. With careful guidance, YOU will change... just like everyone else in this palace who's come under his submission.

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nexusnyx · 2 years

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they featured a bit of haiti in bp2 so i was wondering if you could write a fic of shuri teaching y/n kompa and just to add in that spice, they’re just friends who like each other but are too blind to see 🤭

→ follow my lead

🏷️Fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, no Wakanda Forever spoilers. [1.8k]

"Aren't you gonna dance?" Aneka asks.

Her smile today was blinding, but not enough to trick you into one of the few things you never learned how to do. "I'm good, darling," you wave a dismissive hand, then grab one of hers between your palms. "Go back to the dance floor. I'm ok here."

Aneka gives you a little whine, leaning in your direction with a pout. "It's my wedding day. Can I please have one of my best friends on the dance floor with me?" she pleas, blinking up at you.

"I don't know how to dance," you argue. "You know that."

"You don't need to know how to dance. You can move horribly. You can just spin around. I don't care. Just come." The eyes are almost closing the deal for you when— "There you are! My Queen. Come here, please? Can you talk this woman into joining us on the dance floor? Talk some sense into her. Scientist to scientist."

and shit.

Without looking back, you can feel her presence getting closer, and by the time Aneka is done speaking, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and high above you a melodic voice says, "I'll have a word with her."

"You make it sound like I'm in trouble," you answer as you look up.

There she is, your heart says.

"You might be," Shuri replies. Has she grown even more? It looks like it, or maybe it's just the angle—either way, you feel a smile forming at the sight of her smiling down at you from the corner of her mouth. "You're making the bride pout on her wedding day. That's not very nice."

"And she refused to dance with me," Aneka adds, letting go of your hands.

"And you refused to dance with her," Shuri echoes, making 'tsk tsk' sounds, shaking her head.

"I was trying to spare the dance floor people of bruised toes," you defend yourself, smiling despite all the teasing being thrown your way.

Shuri's hand on your shoulder feels warmer as it remains there. "You're not that bad," says Shuri.

"Shuri."

"What? I've seen you dance. It's—decent," Shuri smiles like she's trying to keep in the laughter.

Decent. "Wow, I've never been more flattered. Now I'm convinced to go and dance."

"Oh, c'mon, you can put the sass back in the drawer, Doc." Shuri has this power to use that condescending tone laced with so much fondness that it makes you happy that the heat on your cheeks is hard to see. "I meant it—it's decent. Could take some work, but I get that it's your weak spot. We've all got one. It's cool."

"Oh, you have a weak spot, do you?"

Shuri nods with feigned seriousness washing over her features. "Only one. But that's Wakanda's most highly secured secret, at the moment."

You turn to Aneka to ask if 'is this a secret Dora mission or have you heard of it', but—her face.

Aneka schools her expression back into neutrality the second your attention — and most likely Shuri's — falls on her, but you saw it.

The smug top lip. Smirk in her mouth as well as her eyes.

"Oh, yes—General Okoye tells us to do rounds and check on this precious, secret treasure, every single day," Aneka joins in, face equally serious. "But!" She claps her hands together and stands up at once. "Today I am off duty. And, if you two will excuse me, Doctor, my Queen, I'm on my way back to the dance floor. My wife awaits," the word is spoken with all the honey that exists in Birmin Zana, and Aneka's dress flows around her as she leaves. "I'll see you two in there!"

The invite seems to seal the deal, and you feel your stomach coiling up in dread before you gather the courage to look up again.

Shuri places her drink on the table, and extends her hand out in a silent request.

"Well—one doesn't simply refuse our Queen and Panther, so," you say as you place your hand on hers.

Shuri frowns as you stand up. "Is that why you're getting up?" her hand stay on yours, as if this kind of closeness was normal in your friendship.

"Uh—no. I'm just teasing, Shuri," you give her hand a squeeze.

She hums. "Okay. Good. 'Cause you don't have to dance if you don't want to.

It's only the anxiety ball heating up your belly that reminds you of why you were sitting this far at the party. "Nah," you shake your head. "If you don't abandon me on the dance floor I'll be okay," you add.

It's only the warmth of Shuri's fingers, closed around yours so gently, that makes you feel safe whilst doing something that makes you so embarrassed.

With a smile back on her face, Shuri guides you two to the middle of the packed dance floor.

Walking beside her with her hand still holding yours, is not an experience you thought you'd ever have.

It almost pulls your soul out of your body.

The crowd parts for the Panther to pass.

Seconds before it happens she is just Shuri—just the friend you've had for a few years since you moved to the capitol to work with what you loved. She might've been the most intimidating person at first—a Princess, the Princess, the smartest person alive, one of the greatest inventors of all times, the most beautiful woman you had ever, ever laid eyes upon...

But then, she became Shuri.

Now, though, everything was different.

The only thing that remained was the way she made you feel every time she walked into a room.

Nothing changed about the way you sought and craved her approval, her eyes on you, a smile on her lips placed there by your words or actions. It was all the same—the heat in your whole body every time she brushed her fingertips on yours; the clench on your chest at every hug, and the desperate rivers of love pouring out of your heart every time you thought about how much you wanted, felt, and could never have.

And yet, somehow, there you were.

"Hey," a snap.

Shuri snaps her fingers in front of your face, and you look around the dancing bodies and the glowing, glittery mist in the air.

"Damn. I think you might be getting a little second-hand high, love," Shuri whispers, setting her body closer to yours.

You notice her hand still holds yours.

You nod, dumbly, and feeling hot all over. "Yeah." God, she looks so good. The painted job on her face with gold makes her look like a goddess. Bast, help me, you cry quietly. "The song is nice, though."

Shuri's chin tilts up as she closes her eyes and listens to the beat that's making the floor vibrate.

Smiling, she starts moving, and in the same second, you know you're done for.

"It is," her smile widens.

The hand holding yours pulls you close until your bodies are almost touching, only inches apart, and then she leans in to whisper on your year. "Can I teach you kompa?"

"I'm not sure I can—"

"Shhh. No. Wrong look on the situation. I didn't ask about your abilities, I asked if I can try to guide you with mine," Shuri interrupts before you get too far.

You want to melt every inch of you all over her. "Okay," you nod. "Just... no expectations," a strangled laugh comes out of you.

Shuri leans back to nod her understanding, and you realize she needed to be that close for you to hear her.

The music is loud.

When you feel her other hand, it almost tunes out every word being sung by the speakers—Shuri holds you by the hip, and moves her head so is hovering over your shoulder again.

"You kinda have to..." the hand applies some pressure, and when she moves you, Shuri's hips move along with yours. "Move with me." She does it again, only this time, her hand slides to your lower back to pull you back in the opposite direction. "See?" With her hip now closer, it almost feels like a magnet to just let her be your current. "You let me lead and slowly we go."

Slowly is kind of a problem.

Those are the thing you usually try to find a solution for, but this one...

"Nice," she whispers.

You have to bite on your lip to stop anything from coming out.

Shuri's hand is firm. It makes you feel confident to let your hand hold her forearm, while your other goes to her sides.

You don't put pressure, don't think too much about the fabric of her clothes—you just let yourself feel her rhythm, her body that progressively gets closer to yours, and the way you can feel her breathing on your ear and neck.

"You're not so bad at this," Shuri chuckles.

"High praise again," you mutter when you find your voice. "So flattered."

The sarcasm makes Shuri laugh, and get bolder.

She gets fancy with her moves, but you don't panic this time.

This dancefloor has dozens of people you know and adore, dozens that you never saw before, but they all might as well be gone.

What else is there but Shuri, her hands guiding you on your hips and back, and the way she grins every time she steps back to spin and be herself?

It's so beautiful to see that you start to laugh.

To let it go.

Shuri spins you, pulls you to her arm like you and her danced for eons before, and if she sees what her proximity is doing to you, she doesn't seem to mind.

Her smile only widens. Her body only presses with more certainty.

You imagine this is how starts collide.

When two cores gain gravity on each other, and crashing is only logical. It's the only way.

Circling each other, your eyes are unable to leave one another.

When you cling onto her arms after three heartbeats of Shuri simply looking, she squeezes your waist.

Her head moves until it's inches apart from yours, and then, Shuri creates music all by herself.

With lips touching your ear, she whispers, "I wanna get out of here with you. Just—a bit. Just to talk." She leans back to look into your eyes again.

She knows. She sees it.

She smiles.

"You wanna come?" she mouths.

All you can do is nod, and follow her.

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