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#black panther fanfic
inklore · 1 year
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Dilf! Namor...so tempted to write hcs for that
well let me inspire you with this hot mess bestie 👀
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pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader warnings: eighteen+ content, unedited because it’s late and i’m lazy so beware of hella spelling mistakes, lowercase, sexual tension to the max, alcohol mention, pining, and kissing, that’s literally it but it’s more inner monologue and tension heavy than anything honestly. note: bro this was supposed to be multple hcs but turned into one long ass tension filled mess lmao, i’m sorry but dbf!namor took over, it’s just perfect for him!!
part two | feel free to send me thots on these two!
i saw a gifset where tenoch was riding a motorcycle so obviously that's dbf!namor get's around, and he's giving brooding, grumpy, man who is always scowling at you and you're not even sure if he really likes you. if he is only polite for your dads sake
but one night you go out with your friends and have a little too much to drink-and using uber right now with your vision blurry and fingers key punching so bad your messages look like a toddler did them-namor is the first person you think to call. why? you're not sure. and you almost regret it, retreat into yourself-sober up-when you hear his rough voice answer, the "hello" landing heavy in the pit of your stomach
it take you a few deep breaths and closing your eyes to steady your tipsy mind on why you even called, your name on his lips sounding stern, adjacent to being worried you think
"where are you? stay where you are." and he's there before you realize it. the loud rumble of his bike as he pulls up in front of you making your entire being vibrate with nerves. "you need better friends." he says as he hands you the helmet that was just on his head, pleasantries dead as always
"what about you?"
"just get on." it's a command, rushed, demanding, as he helps your wobbly limbs onto the bike. wordlessly pulling your wrist to have your arms wrap around his midsection. and it's probably the liquor in your system that has every bump, the vibration of the bike, the wind whipping against the tops of your thighs-or maybe it's the heady affect his cologne that engulfs the inside of the helmet-how you almost feel completely compliant and light to lay your head on his shoulder. to let your palm spread flat against his rib bone
the heavy thump of his heart matching the same speed of the thumping that leads from your chest cavity to regions it has no right to be in. and when you expect him to fix your hold on him, to shrug off your head from his shoulder, he gives you no reaction. something that both makes your nerves burn and grow cold at the same time
when he pulls into your driveway, pulling himself off of the bike first, his fingers rubbing against your chin as he undoes the clip keeping the helmet steady on your head. helping your drunken hands pull it off your head-there's a moment where his eyes catch on your outfit. like he's really taking it in now, letting his eyes drag along your exposed thigh, before that signature scowl is pulling a shadow over his eyes again
"your father home?"
"no."
"do you need help inside?"
yes. is the first thing that comes to mind. yes, please. a heat bringing itself to your cheeks when you internally shame yourself for it. lock away somewhere in your brain that tipsy you cannot be trusted to think clearly-normally. and there's a split second where you think maybe he's shaming himself for something, that the two of you are sharing the same thought, the same link to something that maybe has always been there but you've stuffed away because it was better that way-proper, normal. with the way he's just staring at you
"no." you say again. your tongue feeling heavy and dry in your mouth as you swallow and force yourself to look away from him. brace your hands on the bike to pull yourself from it but end up catching your foot and ending up where you shouldn't be: in his arms. your palms once again finding themselves pressed to his front as he wraps an arm around you to stop you from planting yourself on the harsh pavement
"let me walk you inside." he says low and gruff against your temple. your insides turning into liquid compliance as you nod without a second thought. his breath heavily fanning itself across your skin as it takes a minute, two, three, before he's pulling you from his chest and holding your wrist to help you inside
once you're inside he drops your wrist, doesn't speak, just watches as you move on wobbly legs to the stairs. the pathetic thought to trip, to plummet yourself down the steps in hopes he'll touch you again, is volleying itself back and forth between just running up the stairs and sleeping this off and waking up to whatever this tension-filled-air-and insanity going on in your head-is gone
"thank you," you send over your shoulder as your fingers have a death grip on the railing. forcing yourself to surface a smile that you know probably looks as ridiculous as it feels to your burning cheeks
namor hums, nods, keeps his eyes on every step you take up the stairs, hype focused incase you fall-you assume. "do you need me to stay?"
you know he means it politely. not in the way your body is currently taking it, he's your dads friend, besides tonight he's barely shown you a kindness besides a pressed smile. you really need to sleep. need to reset your mind back to normal because his words shouldn't stop you in your tracks. have your body internally clenching at the intensity of his stare, from the glint in them that you're definitely imagining when you watch him move closer to the bottom of the steps-because you probably look like a tripping hazard right now
"do you want to stay?" the words leave your mouth before that last sober cell in your body can stop them-stop you from making a fool out of yourself
"i want you to be safe." he replies simply. you don't know why the answer only fills you with disappointment. i'll be fine, leaving your lips as you quickly take the rest of the steps up to your room. ignore the way you feel foolish and silly as you slip into bed
a silly feeling that still lingers when you walk down stairs the next morning to see a rumpled sheet and blanket on the couch deserted, and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. a sticky note stuck to a plate covered in foil on the counter: eat. simple. to the point. but still bringing a smile to your lips and those silly feelings imbedding themselves into your marrow
turning into something burning and aching when you see him again. when he drops something off for your dad and he's nowhere to be found in sight. when the two of you are stuck in the kitchen together, a heavy silence weighing down the air that seems to suck itself from your lungs the longer the two of you just stand here. the longer he keeps looking anywhere but you as his grip tightens on the neck of the beer you offered him-mentioning your father would be home any minute now
"thank you for staying, and for the food."
a nod. curt. ever him.
"you didn't have to help me-"
"think so little of me?"
"that's-i didn't mean it like that-i-" you want to state how he's avoided you like the plague before that. how his face morphs into a scowl when you enter the same room as him. how you are certain he hates you, still think that, just maybe a little less after helping you
"you need better friends." he repeats himself from the other night. making an annoyance shift your emotions
"so does my father."
the snort he lets out from under his breath shocks you, as does the pull of the corner of his mouth in the smallest-genuine-smiles you've ever seen him give you. it makes your stomach swoop
"i'm glad you called me."
"that's hard to believe. i'm confident this is the most you've spoken to me in a span of minutes." you joke, the corner of his mouth pulling into a full grin that makes you upset you've never seen him smile before this-has he always been this handsome?
"and here i thought you were a smart girl." the words would wound you if he wasn't staring at you like that over the bottle pressed to his lips. how even when he sets it back on the counter his eyes are still boring into your very being, right to that part of your body that you're understanding now has always wanted him. that you slowly realize, after much analysis to everything that happened the other night: the look in his eyes, the grip he had on your body to make sure you were kept safe, how he didn't even second guess or ask questions when you called, just demanding to know where you were, and to wait for him-that he was coming to get you and that was that
and it’s like a domino effect because now all you can think about is the stolen glances you’ve let go unnoticed, that you’ve chalked up to some festering dislike he may have had for you. how quickly his eyes shifted away from you when your father was in the room, how you’d look over and see him already looking at you when your father was distracted-that scowling coming back, the swivel of his head away from you almost something you’d see a frustrated animal do 
maybe you weren’t as smart as either of you thought. or maybe being blind to something you both ignored was better than doing something you’d possibly regret later 
if it were that, the fear of betrayal and regret, it didn’t seem to have any place in the room as you watch him finish his beer, walk around the counter to stand in front of you. reaching past you-your chests touching for half a second, your breath getting caught in your lungs-as he sets the empty bottle beside the sink behind you. and when you expect him to move away, to bid you goodbye, you feel his finger under your chin lifting your gaze from the floor. his deep brown eyes sucking every last potential breath from your lungs, your back digging into the edge of the counter as you try to ground yourself, try to settle the burning nerves that are making it hard for your brain to function right now 
“if it was only me, all this time, tell me right now.” 
you don’t need him to elaborate, there’s no need for explanation, you read through his words, the knowledge sitting heavy in your lower belly; the fear of shaking your head and having him stop touching you stops you from moving, a barely audible “no. not just you” falling from your parted lips
lips that his thumb presses into, your bottom lip met with the pad of his thumb as he rubs along it. throat bobbing with a hard swallow, eyes flashing from your mouth to your eyes. you want to ask why now? what changed? why throw both your dignities to the wind and say fuck it? but the look of stern-protection he showed the other night each time he looked at you, like he was fighting with himself with being upset at himself and upset at you for not having better friends, for putting yourself in a potential bad situation. you know why now 
“if i keep touching you-if i let myself cross that line-i’ll never stop.”
“what if i don’t want you to stop?”
“you’ll have to beg me to.” 
“i won’t.” 
his front is completely pressed to yours, a thigh between your parted legs, forehead on yours as you see the internal battle going on in his expressions, in his heavy breaths, in how he keeps dipping his mouth down to yours only to pull it away at the last minute, “you need to.”
“i need you.”
and it’s those magic words that have him cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss of passion-every lick into your mouth, every bite at your bottom lip, the moans he swallows down from your throat, speaking silent words of how long he’s waited to have you like this.
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lis-likes-fics · 6 months
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Obere Òké
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Pairings: M'Baku x black!Reader Word Count: 2.4k words Kink: Cunnilingus Warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receving), praise, size kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie... A/N: I'm like....really late, guys. But I managed to get this done early enough to post it today so I hope you enjoy. Also, in this fic, M'Baku speaks Igbo and the reader speaks Xhosa but they understand both languages. Thank you and happy reading!
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You hold on tight to the furs and fabrics strewn across the bed, your back arches out and your dark skin stretches tight over your knuckles. You grind your hips against your husband's face as his strong hands keep you in place on top of him.
"F-Fuck," you stutter as his nose digs into your clit, his tongue licking inside of you as he works you toward another orgasm. You've already cum twice, but M'Baku is insistent. "M'Baku, my love, you feel so good," you moan, your thighs quivering around his head as you try to keep yourself controlled.
He hums deeply into you, and a shudder runs through your body at the sensation. "Bast," you moan.
M'Baku devours you, feeding off your moans like they are the essence of his being. His hands grip your flesh and his tongue delves inside of you like licking inside an ice cream cone.
You feel another release creeping in on you as he shifts to suck on your clit. His eyes are closed and he's enjoying you like a feast. Your hips jerk and the sparks of pleasure are felt in every limb. "Sithandwa sam," you moan as you grind your hips against his face. His tongue digs deeper inside of you as he licks up every drop of slick you give him. You're practically shaking as you cum, moaning his name and riding his face.
You feel his hands travel up your sides, taking hold of you before he's moving his big body and laying you on your back. He leans over you, his domineering stature only intimidating in the pleasurable way as he stares down at you with a deep smile.
You wrap your hands around his head and bring him down to kiss you, your lips melding together as you moan against his, which taste like you. "Nwunye mara mma," he breathes into you, kissing your neck.
You close your eyes and breathe as he treats you. "Are you,” a breath, “quite done with that yet?" you ask, sighing when he wraps his lips around your nipple.
With a light smack, he pulls away and looks up at your face. "Actually, no," he says, "I don’t think I’ve tasted enough yet."
He finishes licking your nipple before going back down on you, wrapping your thighs around his shoulders to hold you steady. He licks and sucks on your folds, tasting your arousal and making himself messy with you. His beard scratches your thighs in the best way, and your hips jerk when he suckles around your clit.
His tongue thrusts as deeply inside of you as he can manage. And it's not like he can't use his fingers to fill the space his tongue can't reach. He just refuses to. He'd told you that he could make you cum with only his mouth, and he was right. He was continuing to be right; not that you had challenged him in the first place…
His hands caressed your thighs, addicted to the doughy feeling of them around his head. You're still grinding up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue on you.
He lifted your thighs, pulling away from you for just a moment to say, "Hold these for me, ihunanya."
You hold your thighs, wrapping your arms around them like he'd directed so you're open and on perfect display for him. He hums appreciatively, staring at your cunt with his dark gaze and licking his bottom lip between his teeth.
He sets his hands on the underside of your thighs and digs in again, licking you with his hot tongue and then licking into you when you moan deliciously.
He grinds his hips into the bed. He’s had you spread out over the bed for over half an hour, kissing you and tasting you and making you cum. His hands haven’t left you once to deal with himself, and he won’t let you do it for him. In fact, he grips you tighter to pull you in closer. He can never get enough of you.
You whisper his name again like a prayer, the usually pale light now golden with the morning hours. As M’Baku glances at you for a moment, his breath becomes shallow at the sight to behold. You’re beautiful, with smooth, dark skin made richer by the golden light. You shudder, both from his lips on your clit and the warm glow of the Sun through the chilly air of the Jabari Mountains.
His tongue plunges inside of you, addicted to your sweet taste. Your head spins as the mind-numbing pleasure continues to conquer you. As his relentless tongue and his relentless lips carried on, you could feel yourself building toward another release.
You moan his name when you cum for the fourth time, your poor clit throbbing and sore but so ready to accept more of him at a moment’s notice. Your back arches off the bed, and he pushes you back down with his hands on the backs of your thighs.
He licks you through your orgasm, pulling away and feeling your body trembling in his grasp. “Oh, look at you, obere òké,” he coos. “You should see yourself shake.” He strokes his large hands along your sides, letting your legs down so he can kiss you properly.
His lips slot against yours, and you sigh at the feeling of his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer, and he catches you by surprise when he pushes a thick finger between your folds, as deep as he can get it inside of you. You clench around it, breaking the kiss to moan as he curls his finger inside of you and huffs.
“Yes, this will do just fine,” he mutters, feeling how drenched you are as your dripping cunt sucks his finger in. He pulls it out of you, pressing it at your lips as you part them to taste yourself. He smiles and watches as you do it. “Such a beauty, you are,” he chuckles. “My beautiful woman.”
He pulls his hand from you, nudging your chin with his knuckles. “Now let me give you what you really want,” he says. “I know you have been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
You nod. “Of course. You make it hard to resist, myeni wam.”
He smiles, chuckling deeply as he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your pussy as he does it. He groans deeply at the sight, shaking his head gently. “Glory to Hanuman,” he mutters, earning an eye roll from you as you chuckle.
“Are you going to fuck me, gorilla man, or are you going to sit there and stare at me while you praise your gods, eh?” you raise a brow.
He lightly smacks your thigh as he takes his cock in his hand, thick and hard. “You’ve still got quite the mouth for someone who will not be walking today.”
You laugh. “Likewise.”
He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath at you. Rolling your eyes, you press your hand to his chest and actually have to push in order for him to get the hint that you’re trying to move him. If he wanted, you wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch, hovering over you like a beast. Your beast.
You guide him to lay on his back once more, sitting on top of him as you straddle his body. He’s so big, you look tiny in comparison to him. But, to be fair, you are tiny in comparison to him. His hands fall on your thighs as he looks up appreciatively at you.
“You’re taking too long,” you smile, lifting your hips and taking his cock in your own hand. You position him at your weeping hole, his tip nudging at your pussy as you slowly sink down onto him. You’re so wet, he slips inside with ease as he stretches you out around his cock. You close your eyes and moan, easing your head back as you roll your hips slowly.
M’Baku’s eyes flutter shut as well, a deep grunt sitting in his chest as he feels you take him into your cunt, warm and tight and so wet. He curses under his breath, caressing your skin without guiding your hips.
You begin to build a steady pace just grinding on top of him, circling your hips as you put your hands behind your head. M'Baku watches you, takes in the sight of you feeling yourself, your cunt sucking him in. He thinks you're beautiful.
"Look at yourself, obere òké. Such a small thing taking me all in." He lays his head back against the furs and groans deeply.
You urge your hips back and forth, feeling his cock so deep within you. "You always stretch me so wide," you moan, your words broken with lust. "Fuck, M'Baku, you feel so good inside me."
You set your hands on his shoulders, holding on top as you begin to lift yourself slowly off of him. When you've got him just to the tip, you drop back down on top of him with a loud moan. You throw your head back, gasping for breath at the feeling of the wonderful stretch, the throbbing of his cock, his hands tightening around your hips, your clit pulsing.
You do it again, and again, building another rhythm as the sound of your slick sticking to his body and yours creates a loud smack of wet skin on skin. Your pace is quick, your body moving in a perfect dance that lets his cock fill you with each move. He thrusts up into you, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, groping you and squeezing the supple flesh like he's going to rip you apart. His hands smack your ass, feeling the ripple of the flesh with a grunt.
"Just like that, my queen," he breathes. "Take it all."
Your moans have climbed higher, loud whimpers, almost squeaks, that tear from your throat with each pound of his cock inside of you. Your hands fall to M'Baku's neck, stroking your thumbs along the thick column of it. Another whimper makes your limbs weak and your arms almost give out as you stare into his eyes, dark with lust but just as brown and just as beautiful as anything you've ever seen. Some of the light that pours in shines across his face. He squints his eyes just a little, and you smile at the deep pools of honey reflecting back at you. You bend down to kiss him, your bodies pressed flush together as you continue to thrust your hips against his.
It's not until his thumb has begun rubbing your clit that you pull back again, moaning at the feeling of your aching clit being touched again. You're going to burst, your bodies smacking together again in a desperate search for another mind-numbing release. He watches your breasts bounce with every move.
You clench around his thick cock, looking down to watch your cunt take him in with each fall of your hips to his. He's doing the same, enjoying the show from his perfect view. "I can tell you are close," he grunts. "Are you going to cum for your king, woman?"
You nod, grasping his shoulders tight. "Yes," you sigh, rolling your hips a little harder. "Yes, I'm going to cum for you."
He grasps your hip tight with his free hand, helping you keep up with him as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "Good girl," he says. "Keep squeezing me like that." He's starting to get close, too. How could he not? With how tight you are, how wet you are, how well you moan for him and fuck yourself on top of him.
You're so small compared to him, and everything about him is just so big. His hands, his thighs, his cock. He dwarves you, and he knows how much you enjoy it as you continue to seek out your high on top of him.
"I should put you up there more often. You are so cute, fucking yourself on me like that." He grunts as you slam yourself down on him once, picking up your weight again to keep going. "Fuck."
"I'm so close," you gasp, squeezing his cock.
He keeps at your clit, feeling how your walls flutter around him. "Cum for me, nwunye mara mma," he commands. "Cum for your king."
Your mouth falls open as loud, breathy moans leave you. You can't keep up the steady pace as your release hits you, spreading along your spine and branching out to your weakening limbs. It feels magnificent, the way he helps you through your orgasm with his circling thumb and his thrusting hips. You clench around him, though it's hard to control it with the way your pussy flutters. "M'Baku, myeni wam!" you cry out, rolling your hips on top of him once more. "Ewe, uziva umangalisa!"
M'Baku's body tenses when he cums. He grasps your hips tighter and pulls you down on top of him, thrusting his cock as deep as he'll go and groaning roughly. It's almost a growl of a sound as he spills inside of you, the warmth spreading in your belly as you milk his cock, taking every drop as you do it.
Your back arches as you ride your high before ultimately falling limp as the waves of pleasure die down to a gentle ripple. You lay on his chest, catching your breath as you close your eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, your thumbs stroking his skin as you sigh deeply. He's still so deep inside of you, so hot and so filling.
"Kedu ka ị mere, ihunanya m?" he asks gently, his large hand stroking your back and keeping you warm as the winter air begins to set around you again.
"Emangalisayo," you sigh.
"Good." He cups your cheek to encourage you to look at him.
You lift your head, moving your hands to cup his own face. "I have to tell you something."
He smiles gently, "Hm?"
You kisses you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. As you part from his lips, you hum. "Ndiyakuthanda."
He chuckles, bringing you in to kiss you again. "A hụrụ m gị n'anya," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but still so deep as it vibrates in his chest and into yours.
You melt against him, his hot body warming your own. "Well," you smile. "Glory to Bast."
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your-averagewriter · 1 year
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Work interruptions.
Summary: Shuri enjoys calling her girlfriend from the Jabari Tribe during her work shifts bearing gifts that give homemade a whole new meaning but they can't hang out during the day so (y/n) meets her after her shifts (Shuri x fem!reader).
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: fluff, weapons, kissing?
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“(y/n) of the Jabari Tribe, your council is sought by the leaders of the Golden Tribe.” A warrior of a lower rank requests.
“Permission to leave,” I ask of M’Baku who’s slumped in his chair.
“Yes, yes.” He says dismissing me with a wave of his hand before continuing the meeting that was interrupted by the announcement. This has happened multiple times now, Shuri summons me to her home for unimportant reasons.
Grabbing hold of my sword I hop down from the platform I was standing on and I follow the warrior out of the room. He leads me out of the building and towards the hangar.
“I can escort myself, thank you,” I say, a serious, authoritative tone in my voice. It’s hard to get taken seriously when you’re only 17, a woman and the warriors ranked below you are all taller and older than you. But he nods before exiting.
I make my way to my speeder, yes I know sounds like some science fiction but it’s not, Shuri designed it for me. Quickly, I mount it and fly to the Golden Tribe’s palace. I drop off my speeder in their hangar before announcing myself to the guards. They lead me through the building and to the lab even though I already know the way.
“You requested my presence?” I ask bowing to Shuri slowly before standing up straight.
“Yes, my love. Come here.” She says waving me towards what I assume is a new creation of hers. She starts explaining about the small object, a bracelet of beads by the looks of it. She ties it around my wrist and explains what it does and how it will help keep me safe.
“Princess, I am on duty, you cannot keep calling me over when you are not in danger or there is no reason of importance,” I say and she looks disappointed.
“But I miss you in the day. You’re always so busy!” She says.
“I’ll come back later when I’m off-duty,” I say trying to appease her.
“Ugh fine.” She says, begrudgingly.
“Do you need anything else, princess?” I ask bowing again.
“Yes, actually.” She points to her cheek and I sigh but walk over anyway. I kiss her on the cheek before leaving the room.
“You look very pretty today, goodbye, my love,” I say before heading back to my post in the mountains.
The rest of the day is fairly calm, not much happens apart from the usual security at M’Baku’s meetings. Otherwise, it’s an easy day although the time that I relax will be the time I’m caught off guard.
Taking off my armour, I place it on the armour stand before pulling on some more casual clothes, a mesh bodysuit with a pair of black trousers and chunky boots - not the most practical but great for kicking people with. 
Heading towards the Golden Tribe palace for the second time this day I suddenly hear a voice from the beaded bracelet, jumping slightly I’m awakened by it.
“(y/n), are you almost here?” Shuri’s voice sounds through the beads.
“Shuri? I that you?” I ask holding the beads in front of my mouth, my mind completely ‘boggled’.
“Yes, my lover, it is me. You need not hold the beads so close to your mouth.” She says with a chuckle.
“Why are you in the beads?” I ask shaking my wrist.
“I am not in the beads, I promise. It’s a telecom like in the fighter jets.”
“Okay, if you’re sure…” I trail off.
“So, are you almost here?” She asks again. 
“Yes, I’ll be with you in mere minutes, be patient, my dear.” I say before tapping the beads trying to ‘hang up’.
“Excellent.” She says before a small beep sound is made and her voice disappears. Pulling up to my ear I shake it once more before shrugging and moving on.
Minutes later I arrive at the same palace and I’m escorted in once again by two guards.
“(y/n)?” I hear a voice from in front of me.
“King T’Challa,” I say before kneeling on one knee and bowing my head, the guards behind me do the same. 
T’Challa chuckles. “Surely, we are past this now, are we not (y/n)?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say with my head bowed still.
“There is no need for you to kneel and bow to me, are we not better friends than that, how long have you been dating Shuri? 2, or 3 years? Come on now, surely we moved past these formalities a while ago.” He says with a laugh, holding his hand out to me.
I take it hesitantly with a gracious smile. “I guess so, King T’Challa.”
“Just T’Challa, please.” He says before shaking my hand and looking behind me. “Do they not let you in here unaccompanied?” He says and I shake my head. “Well, from now on (y/n) does not need to be accompanied within my home, it is safe and I trust her.” He says to the guards and almost immediately they retreat back to the main doors. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” Placing his hands behind his back.
“Of course not.” We continue walking towards the laboratory.
Conversation is made, the usual ‘how are you’s and ‘how’s work’, the usual until we make it to the lab.
“(y/n) finally!” I hear as soon as I step foot in the lab, the next thing I see is her running towards me. She wraps her arms around me.
“Shuri, as adorable as this is moment is, give the woman some space.” He chuckles.
“Go away brother, why are you even here?” She asks, jokingly grimacing at him.
“I’ll leave, I’ll leave.” He says placing his hands in the air in a mock surrender before backing away towards the door. “I don’t want to interrupt you two.”
“Yes, get out of my lab!” She yells as he opens the door and leaves. 
“I missed you today, my love.” I say as she’s still gripping onto me. “I’m guessing you did as well.”
“Of course,” She pulls away from me but stays holding onto my hand.  “Come on, I’ve got something extra for you.” 
She picks something small off of the side and places it into my hand and closes my palm. Re-opening my palm I inspect the two small objects against my skin. Two earrings it looks like, they’re made of a pale blue gem like material with metal coatings. They’re beautiful.
“They match your bracelet and they work very similarly - they have qualities that help track you and protect you.”
“They are really pretty.” I say admiring them.
“Try them on.” she says, leading me over towards one fo the full body mirrors. I change out my old ones which are plain balls of metal whilst the new ones are blue gems. Checking myself in the mirror, I look at the earrings and how well they match my outfit before turning to Shuri.
“They’re beautiful. I love you.” I say, kissing her gently. 
“Thank you, I couldn’t make a second pair in time for your arrival so that’s my pair, you can have them, they’ll keep you safe.” I shake my head.
“You are the princess, sister of the king, you need to be safe and protected, I am a warrior I’m of no high status and am a target of little persecution - you need these more than me.” I say starting to take out the earrings.
“No, no, (y/n), you don’t need to, I’ll be able to make a second pair sometime tomorrow and I’ll be safe until then.”
“Who is gonna keep you safe until then?”
“You, I guess you’re staying the night babe unless you want to leave me entirely defenceless. What would I do without you?” She says with a smirk before pecking me on the lips.
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AN: I just saw Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and I'm in love with everyone in the movie all over again.
This a reminder that Shuri is at a minimum of 16 and a maximum of 19 so please don't be creepy and read this if you're like 30 - I am a minor and so is the character. In this fic specifically, Shuri is either 16 or 17 so just don't be creepy.
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griots-tales · 1 year
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Hi! Can I request a t’challa x reader were this recently takes place after avengers endgame were the reader tells & introduces t’challa and shuri to t’challa and reader’s daughter
Sure thing! This is written for a Black AFAB reader living in America. Fluffy PG 13 stuff.
Your first embrace after five years was nothing short of life-giving. You trembled in his arms, breathing in his warmth and choking up with incoming sobs. Your tears soaked up the soft fabric of the olive hoodie he wore to blend in with the neighborhood, and he let you wrap your legs around him when he lifted you up.
The weather was a little warmer than usual, and the air was filled with distant conversation between people getting reunited with their families, just as they were doing... and nobody batted an eye when they saw people crying and hugging each other on the street.
The sun lit up T'Challa's tight curls and eyelashes as you pulled apart slightly, and you still couldn't believe it. It was the same man you thought you would never see again... well, except in your daughter.
T'Challa still didn't know about her. And neither did Shuri.
Your tears still flowed, because you just saw Shuri, who had also come all the way to the US to see you again. You collided with her, kissing her forehead and cuddling her like she would disappear again. Having a baby didn't make it any easier to live without the first.
The three of you hugged again, and you let go of Shuri only to kiss T'Challa for the first time in five years.
"Eww!" Shuri cried in mock disgust, seeing PDA less than six feet away from herself.
The nostalgia of hearing Shuri's chatter, and feeling T'Challa's body against yours hit you again. Bast, you had missed this dearly.
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You had planned this out from the moment you recovered from the shock of people reappearing out of thin air. Both the siblings were unsuspecting and unassuming of what you were up to even as you walked up to the school at the outreach center.
Shuri was busy playing with a cat that had snuggled up to her in the middle of the park that you were all now in, while you and T'Challa watched, holding hands. He lazily fingered the beads on your braids, taking in how you had changed through the years. You had grown plumper with some post pregnancy fat still curling in love handles around your waist. He seemed to like it, as he smiled when his long fingers brushed subtly, but sensually over your midriff and hips.
The causative of half your stretch marks was about to arrive from her last lesson in school in less than a minute now, and you couldn't wait to see her, now more than ever.
The bell rang, and a high-pitched chorus of yelling ensued, signaling the end of the school day for the little ones. T'Challa smiled at the noise and looked at your expression. Your mischievous smile made him frown a little in suspicion.
"Hey- where are you going?" Shuri called after the tabby as it rushed off to the entrance of the park, which was near the school gate. Children rushed into their parents' arms in the distance, while some rushed out into the play area in the park. The cat followed some first graders around as they opened their tiny bags to bring out various bits of food that they had diligently saved during recess.
Both of them grinned at the sight, but you were focused on the one little girl with her hair done up in two little puffs by none other than you. She giggled and cuddled the cat before she looked up and saw you.
And when you glanced at T'Challa you thought, he knows. The look on T'Challa's face was one of dawning realization as the little girl came running straight to you. His nose sat on her face, albeit a little softer, if possible... and his eyes looked at their near identical twins from a distance. There was also your round face and huge, pillowy lips that turned a little down on the edges.
Shuri, as smart as she was, was in a little denial as she seemed puzzled at the girl's advance.
"Who's that?"
Neither of you answered, waiting for the girl to slow down as she came closer and finally, ran into your arms. You lifted her up like you always did and kissed her on the cheek.
T'Challa swallowed, his eyes welling with a myriad of shock, joy and pain. He stepped backwards to comprehend it fully: you had a child.... a five-year-old.... who looked a lot like him.
You grinned at him and neither of you spoke a word for a second. Shuri finally realized what was going on, and her eyes blew wide as saucers. Your daughter looked a little confused, but being the wise child she was, she decided to introduce herself first.
"Hi!" She said to Shuri, who was near her.
"H-hi! What's your name?" Shuri replied out of reflex.
"I'm Taraji, nice to meet you!" she squeaked, a little nervous, but excited and determined to make a new friend.
"Tara, do you know who these are?" you asked her.
She didn't answer immediately, shyly fiddling with the end of her green dashiki. "That's aunty,"
You put your arm around T'Challa. "And this?"
"That's Baba." she smiled.
T'Challa couldn't hold back his tears further than this; he pressed his sleeve into his eyes to be able to see his daughter better. She was the most beautiful thing in the whole world at that moment, and it brought him to his knees. Taraji approached him slowly from your arms, and T'Challa first held her little palms in his huge hands.
"Are you crying because you're happy?" She whispered curiously.
T'Challa nodded and hugged his daughter for the first time. "Ewe,"
Behind you, Shuri too burst into tears, and you held her as she tried to calm down. It worked out just as you had planned, and you couldn't feel happier and more complete with your sister your love, and your baby girl.
"Even Miss Brown cried when our old class came back... it's okay." She reassured her father, who nodded fervently as he examined every inch.
"I know... I'm just..." He murmured, "I should've seen it coming!" He laughed, catching your eye. You chuckled at him, remembering the nights in the early spring of 2018, that resulted in Taraji.
"So," He wiped his eyes again, "Taraji, hm? Taraji (Y/L/N)?"
The little girl grinned "Taraji (Y/L/N)." she confirmed, cutely mispronouncing your last name.
"Does she know?" T'Challa looked deep into her eyes. Shuri nodded. "Does she know who she is?"
You shrug. "Ask her, King."
Your babydaddy glanced at you before turning to his daughter. "Ungubani?"
The child stood up straight as she said this: "Ndingu Inkosazana T'Challa, Intombika Kumkani T'Challa."
I am Princess T'Challa, daughter of King T'Challa.
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The Study Room Pt. 2 (HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!reader)
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Content: fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of hospitals, the very high potential that the second part of this doesn’t make a lot of sense, as I finished this around 4 AM, running on nothing but a Canada Dry and a family size bag of Cape Cod chips (my faveeee)
Part 2 is heerree! I know I said it was gonna be posted sometime last night...but I have a problem where I’ll start writing, and instead of keeping with the plot I had already planned, my mind is just like “okay but what if we did this??” That’s exactly how this part turned from 2k words to 5.7k. I stayed up until 4 am writing this because I was so excited to finish it and post it.
So y’all better not let this flop, or TRUST...you will be dealt with.
I’m just kidding. I hope y’all enjoy this part! 
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Recap: 
Your eyes scanned the message over and over until it was finally time for you to get ready for bed; but even as you lay in bed a while later, your eyes on their way to shutting for the night, you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips.
Shuri: you’re welcome. Same time tomorrow? :)
You: I’d like that, if you’re free
Shuri: for you? I am. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, y/n
You: goodnight, Shuri :)
**********
It took only a few days for you and Shuri to become a set of bonafide friends. It took the same amount of time for something to start developing between you two, something that didn’t exactly scream just friends. It unsurprisingly took less than that for people to start asking you questions. 
You hadn’t exactly predicted that it would happen, but you didn’t put it past your fellow classmates to ask questions; the way some of them gazed at the two of you when walking across campus told you enough about their curiosity. The attention wasn’t exactly enjoyable, but you felt as if you couldn’t complain compared to what Shuri probably went through on campus. 
The questions you were approached with ranged from humorous to downright nosy- so nosy you couldn’t even answer them. Some questions were healthy reminders that you weren’t the only one potentially attracted to the princess, and ironically, those were the hardest ones to answer.
Almost every time you met with her, you had new questions to spout her way on behalf of your classmates. Only the semi-normal and funny ones were discussed, though. If the question was even the slightest bit out of pocket, you didn’t even bother mentioning it to her, not wanting to even risk making her uncomfortable; not if you could help it. 
However…you had to admit that even you were curious about her answers to a few questions…especially one that you were asked mere minutes before leaving your last class and meeting her in one of the study rooms. 
“Hey, there she is!” 
You heard her voice before you saw her, her accent making it easy to recognize who it belonged to. 
Shuri had a habit of making you smile as soon as you saw her, no matter what type of mood you were in, and tonight wasn’t any different. The smile that appeared on your face echoed on Shuri’s as she approached you, lifting her arms to embrace you in a hug. She didn’t exactly tower over you, but she still had to bend a little at the waist to hug you, her arms wrapping around your back while yours did the same. 
“Hey, girl. How were your classes?” You had somehow learned how to keep the nerves out of your voice when you spoke to her, but it was also partly due to Shuri just making you feel comfortable enough to forget about those nerves. 
You were never the one to pull away first, simply because you could stay in her arms for as long as possible if you had the chance, but as you waited for her to pull away, she did something different. 
At your question, she let out a soft groan of annoyance, resting her forehead against your shoulder. Her shoulders also dropped, her hands on your back fisting for just a second before relaxing. If you weren’t so worried about her reaction, you would have surely been worried about keeping your limbs from shaking against hers. 
“Ah, hell. What happened? You wanna talk about it?”
She let out a breath before finally pulling back, much to your dismay. There was still a smile on her face, yet it had dimmed in contrast to the one she had just sported a minute ago. She shook her head, gently turning you in the direction of the study room. When she spoke, the regular, but subtle, playfulness was back in her voice.
“Not right now. Maybe later. Besides,” she stopped to open the door to the room, letting you walk in first before following and closing it behind her. When she turned to face you, there was a slight mischievous look in her eye.
“I want to know about this Serena girl who was oh-so-interested in us.”
Her usage of the word ‘us’ made your breath hitch, but you quickly covered it with a short laugh. You could only shake your head at first, remembering the conversation you had been subjected to earlier and how you had immediately texted Shuri about it. 
“Nah, I’d say she was more interested in you, Shuri. You should’ve heard the questions she was asking me.”
Instead of getting her own computer and supplies out, she pulled out the chair next to you, sitting down and turning to face you. Her eyes were narrowed as she waited for you to continue, which you did. However, instead of looking at her, you worked on pulling out your own supplies in an effort to hide just how annoyed you still were at the conversation. Your annoyance was partly due to the kind of questions you had been asked and partly due to the insinuation behind them. 
“The sparknotes version? She basically asked me to put her on with you. I asked her ‘how do you even know if she likes women?’. You know what she asked me?”
“What’d she ask?”
“She asked, and I quote, ‘well can you find out? I’m not the only woman here who wants the answer.’ The hell you mean ‘can I find out’? You really live in a lot of women’s heads rent-free, Shuri.”
A quick glance over at her showed that instead of looking anything close to annoyed, she looked amused. It wasn’t lost on you how she indulged in your storytelling, which only made it easier to fall for her. But the way she gazed at you in silence, undoubtedly as you recounted the conversation, told you that she was more amused at your reaction than at the story itself. It was all but proven as she let out a quiet snicker, making your eyebrows raise.
“You think that’s funny?”
Your words may have sounded genuinely annoyed to anyone else, but Shuri could see the small smile that threatened to curve your lips. It only made her find the situation funnier. She attempted to hide her smile, shaking her head.
“What? No, of course not.”
The look on your face showed exactly how much you didn’t believe her words. The shit-eating grin on her face told you enough. Silence settled between the two of you as you looked at each other, daring the other to break first. It only lasted for a few seconds before you were both letting out laughs.
“It was lowkey funny. I had to try so hard not to laugh. But, yeah, that was today’s out of pocket question.”
You didn’t even think about sharing with her the moment another girl asked if the two of you were ‘talking’. Having to explain the meaning behind two people ‘talking’ and how someone had applied it to you two, and then having to see Shuri’s reaction to it was nerve-wracking enough that you had no problem pushing it to the back of your mind.
“Not the weirdest one I’ve received, and certainly not the last time I’ll receive it. It isn’t even the first time I’ve been asked something along those lines.”
This time, your eyes narrowed slightly as you looked over at her. You propped your head on your hand, tilting it slightly as you motioned for Shuri to continue.
“Hold on…are you telling me people have been hitting on you? When has this happened?”
You prayed that the slight jealousy you felt wasn’t reflected in your question, because in all honesty…you didn’t know if you had that right, yet. Yes, you two had grown close over the span of a few days, and there had even been some slight, shameless flirting from the both of you…but until either of you acknowledged that there was something there, the line was blurred. 
Apparently, you didn’t try hard enough to hide that jealousy if Shuri’s knowing smirk was anything to go by. She seemed to realize that your attention was solely on her as you waited for her answer, and she almost seemed to revel in it, taking her time to actually answer. You waited, eyes focused on the side of her face as she turned to finally take her own supplies out.
“Not a lot of people. Just the very brave ones.”
Your eyebrows raised, yet you kept silent. It took a few seconds of that silence for Shuri to realize that you were still staring at her expectantly. Her own eyebrow raised in question as she glanced at you.
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’? And? What did you say to them?” 
Shuri turned to face you fully, her knee knocking against yours. There was still a questioning look on her face, but that damned smirk hadn’t gone anywhere. Instead of replying right away, she leaned back in her seat, letting her legs stretch out until they were placed on both sides of one of yours. She crossed her arms over her chest.
She had to know. She had to know the effect she had on you, and she constantly loved to see just how far she could push it. How close could she get before she had you glancing away nervously, slipping on your words? What could she say that would leave you speechless while simultaneously wanting to tell her all of the thoughts that ran through your mind at the mere thought of her?
How long would you two toe the blurred line between you two? How far would you two have to go in order to erase that line completely?
“Well, of course, I said that I wasn’t interested.” Her voice brought you out of the thoughts that were quickly bordering on spiraling, and instead heightened your curiosity. 
“And that’s it?”
“That’s it.”
The unanswered questions were right there, on the tip of your tongue, yet you held them back. Grilling her about her answer felt a little too close to becoming…relational, and the last thing you wanted, or needed, was her to realize that you were asking the questions for yourself. Asking questions that would ease your mind when it came to thinking of Shuri getting with someone else. 
You put on your best nonchalant expression, nodding your head in response. 
“Hmm. I was kind of expecting at least one person to catch your eye.”
What are you doing? Are you dumb? Perhaps stupid? Now your feelings are about to be hurt.
Her smirk widened into a full blown smile, teeth showing and all. She shook her head, casually pulling her laptop closer to her and opening it. Instead of answering, she simply shrugged, letting out a soft “mmm” sound before turning her attention to her screen.
Without thinking, you reached out, lightly flicking her knee before turning to your own laptop. The laugh she let out was easy to listen to, almost calming, despite your mind still being preoccupied with analyzing her answer. 
Even as you both started working on your respective assignments, you were constantly interrupted by your own thoughts, no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay.
Shuri was now living in your mind rent-free, and you couldn’t seem to find an ounce of regret about it. 
**********
You were quick to realize that any time you hung out together, time seemed to speed up, always making your time together too short. However, whatever ruling force in the universe had decided to remedy that, if only for just one night. 
Right as you prepared to bid each other goodnight, your phone rang. The screen flashed your roommate’s name and after giving Shuri an apologetic smile, one she waved off, you pressed accept.
“Hey, ‘Mani. What’s going on?”
There was a moment of silence, at least in the foreground of the call. In the back, you could hear the distant sound of…sirens?
That wasn’t what made you feel uneasy, though. No, it was actually the sound of someone who wasn’t your roommate, but rather your ‘neighbor’, answering you paired with the sounds of sirens. 
“Y/N, it’s Monica. Something’s happened at the dorm.”
Your eyebrows furrowed and your body froze, going tense. 
“What do you mean something happened? Something like what- Where’s Imani?”
Monica didn’t respond immediately which only made you grow more uneasy and irate. It undoubtedly showed on your face and in your voice, as the next thing you knew, you were looking at Shuri face to face. She had slid into your line of vision with an expression of worry on her face. Between all of the sounds on the other end of the phone and your racing thoughts, the sight of her standing in front of you, obviously worried, helped ground you a little.
“They’re taking her to the hospital-”
“The hospital?”
“-There was a monoxide leak in the building and she said she wasn’t feeling well when we were evacuated. They said she’ll most likely be fine, but they just want to monitor her for the night. She also told me to grab your bag from near the door before leaving the building, so I have that with me.”
A heavy sigh left your mouth as you reached up to rub at your face. You covered your eyes as you took a second to think, trying to categorize which questions were most important to ask and which ones could wait. 
“O-okay, can you meet me at the hospital? I’m gonna visit ‘Mani, make sure she’s alright. And then I can get my bag from you- thank you, by the way. Oh, shit. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get there-”
You were cut off by a hand landing on your wrist, gently pulling your hand away from where it still covered your eyes. They snapped open to see that Shuri had stepped closer, her worried look only deepening as she looked at you.
“I’ll take you, it’s okay. We’ll take my car.” 
You could’ve hugged her right then and there, and you were damn close to doing it. A fine mist fell over your eyes at the situation and at Shuri’s reassurance, but you only nodded quickly in thanks.
“Okay, I actually do have a ride. I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? Thank you for calling, sis. Really.” 
Shuri’s hand was already in the middle of your back, guiding you in the direction of, presumably, where her car was parked. You let yourself be steered, her hand a firm and reassuring guidance, until you finally arrived at her parked car. If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you would’ve surely gawked at the sight of her car, undoubtedly decked out with all of the most up to date tech. Hell, the car itself probably came from Wakanda, which automatically meant that it was technologically advanced in every way possible. 
You were aware enough to notice Shuri open the door for you and wait until you were situated before running around to the drivers side and sliding in. It took less than a few seconds for her to start the car and pull off. As she effortlessly weaved around turns and bends, you could feel her constantly glancing your way, undoubtedly clocking the way you anxiously shook your leg. 
“Griot, how far to the the nearest hospital?”
You looked over at her in confusion, a question on your lips; one that was quickly answered when a voice spoke over the car’s internal speakers. 
“About 15 minutes, Princess. Roads are mostly clear and you are on the quickest route.”
“They would’ve called her parents by now, right? Isn’t that a part of a protocol? No, they most definitely called her parents, but I’m going to call them just to be safe. But I don’t want to call them and-”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her hand reach towards you, and only a second later, you felt it land on your knee. That was all it took for your leg to slow down in its shaking. She continued to glance at you, catching your gaze each time. Her voice was soothing as she said your name, yet it held a firm tone that helped ground you.
“Your friend will be fine, I’m sure of it. The hospital most likely already called her parents. I need you to breathe.”
The more you replayed her words in your mind, the more they made sense, making you nod quickly. They played on a loop as you turned your attention back to the windshield. Her hand on your knee hadn’t moved; if anything, her grip only tightened in just the slightest, flexing on your knee. It provided you with warmth. Safety. Security. 
All of these things you continued to feel until Shuri pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. As soon as she put the car in park, you were opening the door and sliding out, Shuri not too far behind you. She effortlessly caught up to you as you quickly walked into the hospital, checking your phone for the text from Monica that told you what room your roommate was in. 
Your steps took you to the elevator, Shuri sliding in right behind you. She stood so close to you in the elevator that her arm pressed into yours. Did she know just how much her touch affected you, in more ways than one?
The doors opened not even a minute later and then you two were stepping out, your feet instantly carrying you in the direction of the room. Your steps brought you closer to the room but as soon as you reached for the door handle, a voice was calling out to you from down the hallway. 
“Excuse me! I’m afraid you can’t go in there, only family members are allowed in after visiting hours are over.”
You let out a sigh, turning to face the nurse who had approached you. It was obvious that you weren’t the first person she had to say that line to, yet it still irritated you. 
“Ma’am, my roommate was admitted after possibly being poisoned by carbon monoxide in our dorm hall, along with countless other students. I just want to make sure that she’s okay.”
The nurse approached you, raising her hands placatingly despite your voice being just as calm, if not calmer, as hers. Your eyebrows furrowed at the gesture.
“Look, I understand that you’re worried about your friend, but I assure you she’s fine. Her parents are in there with her, they’ve been with her this entire time. We found very minimal levels of CO in her system; minimal enough that she’ll be released in the morning.”
You cast a lingering look at the door your roommate was behind before nodding. That was all the nurse needed, for she promptly turned on her heel and walked back to whatever station or assignment she had been on. The nurse’s presence was almost immediately replaced by Monica’s, and in her hand was a familiar bag that belonged to you.
“I’m glad you made it. I’m sorry to rush, but here’s your stuff. I have to get back to my sister’s room. Our parents are coming up from North Carolina, she was uh…she was in the building a little longer. They want to watch her for a few nights.”
She tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible, but you could hear the worry in her voice. It made you all the more grateful that she had still brought you your bag, even when her sister was in more of a critical condition than Imani. 
“Damn, I’m sorry, Monica. I hope she recovers quickly. Please let me know if you need anything. And thank you, so much, for getting this.”
The smile she sent you was tight around the corners, obviously forced, but somehow still genuine. She nodded, and only then did she seem to realize who the person behind you was, prompting her eyes to widen slightly. 
“Oh, Princess Shuri-”
“Just Shuri.”
Monica once again nodded at the correction from her, glancing at you incredulously. 
“Alright. Y’all take care, and I’ll see y’all later. I’ll keep you updated, okay?” Her last question was directed at you and you nodded, sending her another grateful smile. She waved before turning and going back in the direction she came from, leaving you and Shuri in the hallway.
You had to take a second to process everything that had just happened, though it was hard when you could feel a headache coming on. Amidst everything, you had absolutely forgotten that the last thing you’d need to find out would be where you would sleep for the night, or for however long it would take for the building to be checked and secured.
“You okay?”
Your head lifted from where you had placed it in one of your hands, your temple throbbing slightly. Shuri’s eyes were the first thing you saw as you looked up, as she had bent down just the slightest to be able to look you in the eye. Looking at her, it was hard to ignore the fact that the night would have been increasingly difficult if she hadn’t stuck by your side. 
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just a small headache.”
Her lips twisted into a sympathetic grimace, and then she was standing back to her full height. She nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Alright, well let's get you out of here. It’s pretty late.”
Almost as if her words reminded you that it was indeed pretty late in the night, a pang of exhaustion washed over you. You let out a breath, nodding in agreement and once again letting her basically lead you to the elevator you two had gotten off of. 
You two walked in silence all the way to the car, and it was only after you arrived did you notice that at some point, she had slipped her hand into yours. Every now and again, she would squeeze your hand, whether it was to comfort you or just remind you that she was there. Regardless, you appreciated it more than she probably knew. 
The silence continued as you both slid into the car, yet as soon as the doors closed, you were letting out a soft groan. You rubbed at your face, missing the way Shuri had turned to face you, worry plain on her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just realized…I’m gonna have to find a hotel and hope that it isn’t completely booked by other students.”
As you spoke, you quickly realized that finding a hotel would only happen if you asked Shuri to drive you to one. Despite not a single complaint leaving her the entire night, you still felt slightly bad about asking her to drive you somewhere once again, especially considering how late it was. 
Unbeknownst to you, while you worked up the courage to ask her for yet another favor, her eyes were flickering back and forth in your direction. Her lips were pursed in thought as one of her hands gripped the steering wheel. 
“You know, I don’t have a roommate. I have a single room, perks of being royalty, I guess.” She sounded slightly nervous, yet you didn’t clock it as you were too busy thinking over her words. Your eyes widened slightly at her insinuation, your head shaking quickly.
“Shuri, no. That’d be asking too much of you; you’ve already driven me here and stayed with me, even when you didn’t have to-”
“I didn’t have to, that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.” Gone was the nervousness in her voice; now it was unwavering as she spoke. She looked determined as she turned more in your direction.
You were too tired to hide your shaky inhale at her words; at the prospect of Shuri genuinely wanting to stay with you and comfort you. And now at the idea of her offering her own room to you for the night. 
“We haven’t known each other for too long, but I can already tell what's going through your mind, and I can assure you that you are not inconveniencing me- at all. I am offering my place for you to stay tonight, or however long it takes until you’re able to go back to your own dorm.”
Silence descended between you two for a few seconds as you contemplated her words, eyebrows furrowed. There was no indication that she wasn’t genuine in her words, nor did you expect there to be one. But seeing the determined, reassuring expression on her face was just enough for you to cave in.
“Alright, but only if you’re sure. I don’t want to impose or anything.”
God, you wished you could’ve snapped a picture of the smile that broke across her face at your words; it was wide enough for you to see her dimples. The mere sight of it made your own appear.
“I promise, you aren’t imposing. You can’t impose on someone who enjoys your company.”
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You must have been more tired than you thought, because one minute you were looking out the window as Shuri drove, and the next she was crouched down inside of the passenger door, gently shaking you awake. She called your name softly, shaking your shoulder.
“Sorry to wake you, but we’re here.” Once you remembered where ‘here’ was, you jolted awake, sitting up quickly. 
“Oh, my goodness, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. My bad.”
A soft laugh left her mouth and she stepped back, grabbing your bag before you could get it yourself. She hoisted it on her shoulder which only left you with the task of grabbing your bookbag and stepping out of the car. You sent her a smile as you followed her into the dorm hall, yet upon entering it, you couldn’t help but be slightly impressed. Everyone knew that this specific dorm hall was one of the nicer ones on the entire campus, and you weren’t surprised that Shuri had been placed in it. However, you still were a little surprised that you were now about to spend a night in it, with Shuri, nonetheless.
“I’m on the top floor.”
“Do they have, like…suites on the top floor?” 
Her laugh echoed in the mostly empty lobby, save for the front desk attendant who simply nodded as you two walked past. She shook her head as she pressed the elevator button, the doors automatically opening. Even as you two stepped in and pressed the appropriate floor, there was still an amused smile on her face.
“No, there aren’t suites on the top floor. It’s just…for easier access.”
The doors opened and she stepped off first. You trailed after her in confusion, lowering your voice with the hopes of not waking anyone on the floor.
“What do you mean by ‘easier access’? Easier access to what, exactly?” 
You two approached the door at the end of the hall and she took her key out of her pocket. She glanced at you and shrugged lightly before turning and unlocking her door.
“The roof.”
She answered with such finality, as if you wouldn’t have follow up questions. Every one of those questioned died on your lips as she swung the door open, letting you walk in ahead of her. 
If anyone would have told you that you’d end up in Princess Shuri of Wakanda’s dorm room, readying yourself to spend the night there, you would have promptly replied with a “nah, you’re trippin”. But here you were, stepping further into her room, looking at all of the memorabilia on her walls. 
It was a spacious room, and she had filled the empty spaces with trinkets and posters, and other keepsakes. It was all an amalgamation of her own culture and the african-american culture she had grown to love during her time in the states. It was possibly the coolest room you had ever seen. 
“I have a connected bathroom that you’re more than welcome to use if you want to take a shower or anything. There are towels and washcloths already in there.” 
You nodded in response, already looking forward to taking a shower after the long day you had; and that’s exactly what you did. 
Usually, you’d take as long as you wanted in the showers in your own dorm, but for some reason, you didn’t want to take up such time. 
Who the hell were you kidding? You knew exactly why you didn’t want to take as long as usual in the shower, and it all had to do with the beautiful, cool as hell woman whose dorm you were in. You truly didn’t know when this would happen again, so maybe you just wanted to experience it in its entirety. Despite these wishes, your body protested against staying up for much longer as you stepped out of the bathroom, leaving a steamy room behind you. 
It even protested as you set your things in a corner of her room, turning to realize that there was only one bed in the room. Shuri, presumably seeing your reaction and the way you looked at her bed, stood up. She motioned slightly to the bed.
“Oh, you can have the bed. I have enough covers to make a pretty comfortable pallet on the floor.”
Pushing a loose part of your bonnet off of your forehead, you met her in the middle of the room. She seemed almost a little surprised as you approached her, but you only looked up at her while occasionally glancing at the bed in question. 
“Hell no! What? You’re not sleeping on the floor, Shuri. Not in your own room. I’ll sleep on the floor-”
“If you think you��re sleeping on the floor when you’re my guest, then you’re delusional, sweetheart.” She had the nerve to step closer, prompting the need to tilt your head a little further back. Her smirk spoke words you were almost scared to think, too afraid that you’d be reading too much into it. But the way she leaned over you, both of your individual spaces becoming one, had your face heating up. It also had you thinking nonsense- some of it slipping out before you could stop it.
“Then we’ll both sleep on the bed. Or I sleep on the floor.”
Her eyes narrowed at you for a second and maybe, just maybe, you were trippin’...but you could have sworn you saw your eyes flicker to the lower half of your face. It was in between one blink and the next, and yours were pretty slow from exhaustion, so you didn’t know what to think.
“It’s a deal. We’ll share the bed.” She emphasized her words by raising a hand into the small space between you two, offering it to you. With an eye roll, not an unkind one, you took her hand and shook it once. After letting go, she stepped back, motioning to the bed. 
“Go ahead and pick your side. I’m going to hop in the shower.” 
You didn’t make a move towards the bed until she had disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and even then, you hesitantly walked towards it. It looked so damn comfortable, and you were so damn tired…
It didn’t take much self-convincing to grab your charger and locate the nearest outlet before crawling into…into Shuri’s bed. You turned on your side, graciously taking one of her pillows and tucking it under your head before pulling up your text messages.
It took a few seconds to send a text to Imani, one that simply said how much you were thinking of her and how you hoped she would feel better soon. You placed your phone on the table beside the bed before letting yourself get comfortable. 
You wanted so badly to wait for Shuri to exit the bathroom. Maybe you two could stay up, talking, laughing. Or maybe she would just want to go to sleep, something your body was screaming at you to do. 
In the end, your body won. The subtle smell of something that was undeniably Shuri paired with the soothing sound of the shower was enough for you to knock out. Well, for the most part. You were still awake enough to hear the bathroom door open and Shuri step out.
You heard her footsteps pause as she realized that you were close to falling asleep, and upon wrenching one eye open, you could see her sneaking around her own room in an effort to not wake you up.
“I’m not sleep yet.” You wondered if your voice sounded as tired as you thought it did. Shuri didn’t stop moving around. In fact, she merely glanced at you while grabbing her own bonnet, carefully pulling it over her curls before settling into the spot beside you. 
She reached over to the lamp, turning it off, and then she was laying on her side and facing you. You sent her a tired smile, your eyes slipping closed once more. When you spoke, your voice was basically a whisper.
“Thanks again…for letting me stay.”
“No need to thank me. I wanted to help.”
Your head nodded where it rested on the pillow. The sound of soft shuffling hit your ears, yet your eyes wouldn’t open again. Next time Shuri spoke, it seemed as if her voice was louder. No…closer.
“Y/N.”
“Hmm?”
“What soap do you use?”
There was a pause as you willed your mind to remember the scent you had been using for the last few months- one that quickly became your favorite.
“Um…I think it's called…cherry almond twirl? No, swirl. ‘S a black owned company. Hunny Bunny. Yeah.”
You felt a puff of air on your face, but were too out of it to recognize that she was laughing at your groggy voice. The gentle pressure of something on your hand that rested between you two broke through the exhaustion that clouded your mind, but it only seemed to relax you more. 
The tendrils of sleep were slowly curling around your consciousness, dragging it down until you were almost completely unconscious. 
“Hm. I like it.”
“Me too.” 
Silence descended over the room only to be broken not even a minute later by a gasp coming from your mouth followed by your eyes snapping open. Shuri’s face was closer than you had expected it to be, but you didn’t bother moving away. You didn’t want to move away. 
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” 
You lifted your head off of the pillow slightly, squinting to find her eyes in the darkness of the room. 
“You never told me about what happened today. You didn’t have a good day, and when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, you said later. It’s later.”
Shuri couldn’t keep quiet as she laughed, shaking her head where it rested on her pillow. That gentle pressure you had felt on your hand returned, and you were quick to realize that it was Shuri’s hand resting atop yours. Her thumb rubbed across your knuckles, a soothing motion that had your eyes fluttering. 
“It can wait until tomorrow. You know you’re ready to go to sleep.”
The yawn that you turned and let out into the pillow answered her assumption perfectly. Your eyes had closed when you yawned, and they didn’t open again.
“Okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
The smile on Shuri’s face radiated fondness and a softness that no one else on campus had seen as she watched your breaths even out. Even as she was sure that you were asleep, she continued to rub your hand, the motion that had put you to sleep relaxing her more and more.
You weren’t awake to hear her words, but she spoke them nonetheless into the darkened room.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
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I hope you all enjoyed this part! Fun fact...I transferred all of this from google docs to tumblr, then as I was rereading it, I decided to add more. Sooo it went from 5.7k to a cool 6k. 
You remember what I said in the first author’s note......
Stay safe, y’all! <3
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aokoaoi · 1 year
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.
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֎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾. || ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ
֍ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.
֍ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇<3 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍:).
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You are a princess of another powerful nation. An only daughter of two fierce leaders. Most people would be upset that they're an only child, but you? No, you were practically glad you're an only child.
And since you're an only child and the first rightful heir to the throne, you were raised, taught, and trained to be a perfect and powerful future leader for the people of Zinandra. You had to admit, it was alot of pressure as a child, but as you grew older, it seemed to me less and less of a hassle, and you got used to it.
Most of the time, kingdoms would want a male to be their ruler. But in your nation, there was no such things as that kind of bullshit. Whoever was the firstborn, automatically gets the throne.
But of course, the regulation of being married before you rule still stands.
Normally that was no issue, but to you, it was. You had no interest in having a partner whatsoever. Let alone a man. Not that you're saying you hate them, it's just that most their mindsets are.. not it.
Finding a decent man to have relationship with was practically rare. It's all love and heart shaped eyes the first meeting, but then the more you see eachother, the more you see who they truly were.
Let's just say you had pretty bad experiences with the men you were 'seeing' back then.
The only person to ever catch your eyes was the princess and protector of Wakanda, Shuri and T'challa. Shuri was a bright and an intelligent woman, as to her brother, he was responsible and regal.
Zinandra and Wakanda had formed a 'peace treaty' way back then. It had been so far back that you weren't even born yet.
You were glad that the peace treaty was a thing. It gave you an opportunity to meet the royal family of the other nation. You were in absolute awe by them. The Queen? Oh lord, she was so beautiful.
Shuri and T'challa would often visit you whenever they wanted. Sometimes you just see them randomly walking around the palace without you knowing they were in your nation in the first place.
In all the dark times Wakanda had went through, your nation was always present to help. Your family have always been in all kinds of gathering in Wakanda. Whether it'd be cultural celebrations. A burial. And, a war.
The war between Wakanda and Talokan really showed you how tough it would be to be a leader of a nation. It even spiked up some worries inside of you that wasn't even there before. But of course, there wasn't you can do about it.
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There was a knock on your bedroom doors all of a sudden. It was already midnight, so you were confused as to why someone was at your door at such an ungodly hour.
"Princess, her royal highness wishes to see you in the great hall." You heard someone call out. You shuffled off your bed, approaching the double doors casually.
You slightly opened it, making the door let out a loud echo in the process. You peaked out and saw one of your most trusted lady-in-waiting standing outside with her usual cheerful smile.
You didn't even know why the hell your mother assigned a lady-in-waiting for you in the first place. You were perfectly fine doing everything by yourself. But you guess having them around would make things much more easier.
You stepped out of the room, softly smiling at her as she curtsied. "Greetings, Zia. You're still up?" You questioned the lady, looking at her in concern. She hums, gracefully nodding her head.
"Why of course. I have duties to attend to, my lady."
You frowned, displeased at her words. "Why don't you get at least an hour nap? I'll assign someone else to cover for you." You suggested, watching as the lady's face contort to something as if she was horrified.
"Oh dear, goodness no. Her royal highness would be displeased at that." She shakes her head, a frown casting on her slightly wrinkling face.
"I insist. Go take a short nap, please. I don't want my people working off stress."
"I—"
"Princess' orders, Zia. You don't want to go against it, don't you?" You rose a brow at her, challenging the lady to speak up once more. The lady let's out a sigh, nodding her head in slight disappointment.
"I'll escort myself too the hall. Have a good night's rest, Zia." You waved at the girl, walking towards the direction the great hall, also known as 'throne room' was.
You finally arrived after a few short minutes of waling around the humongous place, greeting a few guards patrolling on your way to the hall.
Two female guards at the side of the big double doors opened the door for you, their gaze stoic as they never broke their fierce facade. Despite that, you muttered a small thank you before entering.
There you saw your mother standing up, surprisingly not sitting on her throne unlike your father. Your father, looked quite worried for some reason, but your mother looked delighted.
"Mother, what could be so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night for it?" You immediately got straight to the point, frowning as you walked closer to her.
"Ooh, dearest child. You'd be delighted with the news I'm about to state." Your mother cooes, holding your hands with her cold ones delightedly.
Your mother and father were two complete opposite people. Starting by the accents. You see, your mother had an elegant british way of speaking. But your father, he had one that almost mimicked the Wakandans.
You develop your mother's way of speaking, but sometimes, your father's way of speaking would magically leak out of your tone. Like when you're mad or triggered of some sorts.
"She's not gonna like this, my Queen." Your father hisses at his wife, watching as she merely waved at her dismissively. At your father's words, you only grew more worried than excited.
"Mother, what is it?" You questioned, anticipating your mothers words.
Your mother looked down at you with a giddy smile, "(name), we've received a marriage proposal from a very fine prince from another nation!" Your mother enthusiastically let's out. You can visibly hear your father slap his forehead, followed with a groan.
"We're already planning the ceremony. And the prince will be visiting us to meet you tomorrow!"
But Shuri is also visiting you tomorrow.
You were frozen in your place. The moment that you were only experiencing in your nightmares was finally happening and you didn't like it. At all. You let in a sharp inhale.
"Mother. I never even accepted the proposal. Nor was I told about it. Why are you already planning the ceremony?" You gritted out. Your mother hummed with a shrug.
"Listen (name). I know you're furious, but we've been waiting for you to finally have a partner for so long! And when you did show interest, you ended up being disappointed in them and dumped the men!"
"It was for a reason mother. Those men were absolutely atrocious, I couldn't marry them and let them rule a nation I will soon be leading." You state, glaring through your mother through your lashes. Your mother's smile dropped, a frown casting on her face.
"We know you want what's best for Zinandra, sweet child. But we can't bare to let you feel the pressure of ruling a kingdom without someone else beside you." Your mother softly says, her hand coming down your shoulders, caressing it slightly.
You shrugged off the feeling of her hands in your shoulders, taking her aback. You stepped back a few steps. "I was raised to become the perfect leader you wanted me to be, wasn't I? I don't need anyone else, mother. I did everything you asked of me to do, every single pressure as a child."
"We're doing this for you. (name)." Your mother says, her voice slightly raising fiercely.
"For me? Mother, I am just learning now that I'm in a marriage contract! You didn't even bother coming to me if I wanted it or not! Did ever even stop to consider what I care?" You looked at your mother, both furious and upset.
"It has been done, child. Don't mess this up." Your mother states roughly, raising her head high as she looked down on you. You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. You turned on your heels, walking out of the hall.
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eyyy idk what to say eyy . part two. part three. part four. part five. || tagging : @skimm0nzz
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vneuns · 1 year
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𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬
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PAIRING — Shuri x black!reader
WORD COUNT — idfk <3
SUMMARY — Y/n and Shuri take a trip to New York for a slice of pizza
NOTE(S) — HI MY BABIESSSS!!! it’s been way too long, this is my first piece of writing in months so bare with me pretty please, this isn’t much but i wanted to write Shuri and this came to mind. because new york pizza is absolutely fucking amazing.
reader speaks a lil italian
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“Why is it so cold?” Shuri complained as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of the coat you had leant her for the night being as that they didn’t need any in Wakanda. People hurried past the two of you eager to get out of the cold. Friday nights in the big apple what else could you expect. “Will you stop complaining where almost there,” You rolled your eyes as you hooked your arm through your girlfriends and put your hand in your pocket after doing so, so it wouldn’t freeze off.
You and Shuri had met when she’d went to practically kidnap your cousin from her dorm. You hadn’t seen her in a while and figured it was as good as a time as any and decided you’d go and visit your little cousin at her dorm, the same day your now girlfriend went to go and save her life.
“I don’t know what’s so good about this Pizza anyways, we have chefs from all over the world in Wakanda who could make the exact same thing, and better!” your eyes moved to the girl next to you before coming to a complete stop and turning towards the restaurant in front of you. There were people scattered all around at various tables, making conversation and enjoying their food. “Come on Princess,” a smile adorned your face as you dragged her into the family owned pizzeria and went to sit at your usual table in the corner.
Shuri looked around a bit confused as she sat down with furrowed eyebrows, taking off her jacket slowly and placing it on the empty side of the booth next to her. “I’ve watched enough American Television to know we’re suppose to wait to be seated.”
“You have Wakanda and I have Tony’s,” the second the name leaves your lips a man in about his late 50’s, in a white chefs coat exits the kitchen and makes a bee-line towards where you’re sitting. “Y/n!” He yells cheerily and engulfs you in a big hug. The two of you rock back and forth for a minute before Tony pulls away his hands going to your face. “You start seeing royalty and suddenly Tony’s spazzatura (garbage)!” Shuri sits quietly watching the interaction between the two of you, intrigued to say the least. Pulling away you shake your hand putting your hand out towards Shuri turning slightly towards her.
“Tony this is la mia principessa (my princess) Shuri. Shuri this is my uncle Tony.” The princesses eyebrows raise in question trying to find the resemblance between the two of you. “The term Uncle being used loosely, Tony would feed me when I was in my broke college student phase-“
“She came in here everyday with five dollars got herself a slice of plain cheese pizza and a cup of coke. She’d hog this exact table until closing.” A smile found its way onto your girlfriends face at the thought of you sitting in this exact spot a few years younger surrounded by books. “It is very nice to meet you, Tony” Tony looked over at you with a confused expression when Shuri stood up and offered him her hand to shake.
“What’s she doing?”
“She’s waiting for you to shake her hand,”
“Well I see that, but why?”
“Because it’s a sign of politeness and respect Tony.” Your elbow made contact with his side as you nudged him forward a bit. You stifled a laugh as you watched Tony take her hand and shake it as if it was a foreign thing, before ultimately pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her.
“Welcome to the family kid.” Tony told her as he pulled away giving her a pat on the back. You watched the interaction between two of your favorite people. “So what can I get you lovely ladies?”
“One large pie and two sprites please.” Tony nodded headed back in the direction of the kitchen as the two of you took your seat.
“A pie? I thought we came for pizza,” Shuri quizzed her head slightly titled like a puppy. “It’s a term we use for an entire six or eight slices of pizza.” The princess nods thanking the waiter when he comes back and places your cups of soda in front of you both.
“So tell me why again we had to fly all the way out to New york city to get pizza.” She leans forward taking a sip of the soda from her straw before pulling back immediately with a turnt up face. “What the hell is that!” You can’t help but laugh as you place a straw in your own cup and take a sip shaking your head softly.
“Soda!”
Shuri’s eyebrows furrow as she raises her top lip slightly. “Taste like battery acid.” After a few minutes of mindless conversation about what the princess has been working on in her lab, the pizza finally arrives and is sat on the table between the two of you.
“Are we suppose to eat all of this by ourselves?” You nod happily pulling a piece from the pie and taking a bite. Your eyes roll back and a moan leaves your lips. “I already don’t like it.” You place your pizza back on the plate a frown on your lips as you chew the rest of the pizza in your mouth.
“B-but you haven’t even tried it yet.”
“I should be the only one making you make noises like that.” Your eyes widen in surprise at your girlfriends bluntness and serious expression. “Just one bite.” your bottom lip hits out knowing your girlfriend could never resist.
“Fine.” Shuri rolls her eyes as she pulls the greasy slice off the tray and eyes it suspiciously. Her mouth opens slightly taking a small bite off the tip of the pizza. You watch as she keeps a stock expression as she eats the pizza; When she finishes she takes a sip of the sprite ‘battery acid’ and wipes her fingers on one of the napkins placed in front of her. “Well…”
“I think I’d enjoy a Tony’s in Wakanda.”
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dramaqueeenamby · 1 year
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Easy | T'Challa Udaku
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A/N: My god, BP2 was such an emotional ride. This is a product of all of the emotions I'm still reeling from. I have not written for BP in probably a year+, so I apologize for the rustiness.
Warnings: ANGST.
Words: 3K
You can find my other works HERE.
++++++++++++DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER++++++++++++
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Loving him was easy. 
Maybe too easy.
Maybe things would have been easier if he wasn’t so easy. So easy to admire, so easy to be drawn to, so easy to feel an ungodly amount of love and adoration for. 
But maybe that was just T’Challa. With his beautiful smile and brilliant mind, few paths seemed to lead to some place loveless. He was the embodiment of attraction, from the way he spoke, to the way he conducted himself, to the way he loved.
Yeah….easy seemed to be unavoidable. 
A small smile makes its way to your face as you reminisce on your first meeting all those years ago. 
“Would you just tell me already?”
Nakia simply looks over at you with that same bored yet tempted expression. “And ruin the surprise? Never.”
She laughs, clearly amused by your frustration, by the lack of patience for which you’ve still struggled to fully comprehend. 
You’d just completed your War Dog training and had been assigned to Nakia, to shadow her on a few missions and prove that you were ready for your own assignment. It was a perfect partnership, as Nakia matched your wit and sense of humor, both of which had definitely gotten you in trouble more times than you’d like to admit.
“How about a hint?”
“How about no?”
Your eyes narrowed as you nudged her. “You are enjoying this.”
“Somewhat,” she admits. You share another look before giggling together when a firm voice from behind interrupts your moment. 
“Forgive me, ladies.”
“You are not forgiven,” your response is natural and instantaneous, a small smirk playing on your face. “Matter of fact, you should know better than to sneak on two lad–” The smirk drops and your ridicule is cut short by the dark eyes and curious gaze of the crowned prince who stands before you. 
If Nakia was amused before, she was delighted now. You can feel her eyes still focused on you as she bumps you with her hip. “Y/N, you didn’t finish your statement. How rude.”
Your glare could burn two holes into the princess as she shakes her head and returns her focus onto Prince T’Challa. 
“Yes, T’Challa?” It’s in the most random, unexpected moments that you remember while Nakia is your friend, she is also royalty. Perhaps it’s something you should commit to memory, especially given how you’ve just completely disregarded all protocol for the future ruler of Wakanda. 
Finally able to pick your eyeballs off the ground, you find that T’Challa’s gaze is pinpointed on you. “Nakia is correct. It is improper to finish your statement…..”
He trails off, and you realize he’s searching for your name. Slightly dejected and still embarrassed, you answer, hastily adding a “your grace” onto the end. For good measure and respect.
He simply makes a sound before repeating your name. It feels so strange hearing your name on his mouth, strange but also….right. Shifting your stance, you’re thankful when he finally reirects his focus to Nakia. Memory of what was said between them was lost years ago, but the initial butterflies in your stomach upon your first meeting have always stayed with you. 
You pray to Bast they always will. 
Rolling your shoulders, your fingers dance across the fabric on your skin. It’s a piece you’d acquired since moving to Haiti. Your fingertips stroke the intricate pattern, and just like that, you’re hit with memories of laying in bed, naked, a sheen of sweat covering your back while the same fingers dance across his chest.
There are too many times that this occurred, but it’s somewhat easier to recall one of the later moments. 
The silence rattles you, not because you can’t handle it. It’s because you know underneath it lies turmoil, It’s present in the way he entered you, rough, desperate, lost. Lovemaking with T’Challa was always anything but that, maybe the first of them at times, but never the latter two. 
Your hands flatten against his chest, gently curving inward to draw his attention. He doesn’t move to look down, but you know he’s listening. 
“Talk to me,” you implore, licking your lips. “There’s so much more room out here, my love.”
He says nothing but you feel the scoff underneath his strong chest. “There is already too much out here.”
“Nay,” you lean to kiss the underside of his jaw. “You underestimate the space, kumkani.”
Finally, allowing you a glance of his dejected expression, he counters, “and you underestimate the weight, Isithandwa.”
Sighing, your hand travels to his face. “You didn’t know, T’Challa. None of us did.” If you’re being honest with yourself, it’s still nearly incomprehensible to believe that King T’Chaka was responsible for the murder of his own brother as well as the abandonment of his nephew, T’Challa’s cousin, the man who seemed hellbent on revenge. 
But not for poor reasons.
Still, the fact that so much of this falls on T’Challa, who has barely had time to mourn the loss of his father, your heart aches for the pain he refuses to show but you know he feels. 
“And we cannot change the past,” you continue, though vaguely unsure of yourself. T’Challa has always been the better of you two when it came to wording things in a way that was equally beautiful as it was helpful. “But, we can make decisions now that will help us create a better future.”
“Built on what? Lies.”
“No….” Again, your hand movement shifts to his hard abdomen, as your fingers offer comforting, circular movements. “No, my love, the lies stop with you. You will be the change that will usher in a new era for Wakanda, a better era, for us all.”
Instead of the incoherent sounds you usually receive, his hand on your back tugs you just a little closer. “You have such unyielding faith in me.”
You sit on his words for a few seconds before answering thoughtfully. “I’ve questioned many things in my life, T’Challa, but not one of them has ever been you. Not your ability to rule, to protect, not even to love.” A beat. “Now I’ve maybe questioned your fashion choices at one point or another, but Shuri’s influence will hopefully start to rub off on you.”
A small yelp escapes your mouth as he flips positions so that he’s hovering over you. Your gazes lock as he lowers himself, stealing the gentlest of kisses before resting his forehead against yours. Your hands cradle his cheeks as he kisses both of your palms before shifting downward and laying against your chest. Your arms cocoon him, protecting him, offering a solace only found within your safe embrace.
“I love you, T’Challa. Never forget that.”
You once believed that the five years without T’Challa, having lost him to the Snap, was the most difficult thing you’d ever had to endure.
Clearly….clearly you were wrong.
It starts with a cough. 
Nothing persistent or chronic, more inconsistent and light than anything. Probably nothing major enough to raise an eyebrow from anyone else. But you knew T’Challa, and you knew the many benefits of the heart shaped herb.
He didn’t get sick, and more importantly, the black panther didn’t get sick. 
A small part of you pretended that it wasn't an issue. You were comforted by the fact that he’d been ripped away from you for five years and returned. What more heartache could possibly outweigh that?
But then the cough was no longer as infrequent, and along with it came a sort of dullness in his normally bright eyes. He seemed….weary.
You knew the weight of returning after being gone for so long weighed on him, but this….this was different.
It was also concerning, as he would come and visit at least once a month, the two of you no longer able to steal moments in time as often as you once did. You were both older now with even more responsibilities than ever before. So when he came to visit two times in a row and you noticed the same dullness, your concern definitely spiked.
It was late, and the two of you were just getting into bed. He’d only just pulled back the blankets when you finally asked.
“How long do you plan to pretend that everything is alright?”
He stands upright and his jaw ticks. “What are you talking about?”
Deflection. T’Challa never deflects. Your concern increases.
Moving across the room, you stand directly in front, looking up at him. “You know exactly what I am talking about.” When he says nothing, your hand lifts to his cheek. “Please talk to me. I am worried.”
“It’s nothing.”
“What is it, T’Challa?” Moving closer, you lay yourself against his chest, mindful of how he hesitates to reciprocate your embrace. “I need you to be honest with me.” A beat. “Or maybe I just need you to be honest with yourself.”
His body tenses underneath the weight of your own as well as your words. And finally, he answers, “something has been…..plaguing me.” Looking up, he immediately goes into comfort mode. “It is nothing to worry about, Isithandwa.”
His eyes betray him, and you can’t help how your own water. “How close are you to a cure?” His silence is the answer you don’t want to hear. It’s an answer that is not the security of promise and hope that you need in this moment. 
“Y/N–”
“What-what does Shuri think?” More silence. Your eyes naturally widen. “You have not told her?” His lack of an answer adds another layer of panic as she painfully realizes, “you have not told anyone….”
“There is no need to worry anyone, Y/N.”
“But I am worried, T’Challa!” You whisper harshly, mindful of your volume as not to disturb or let alone awake the last person who needs to be hearing this conversation. “Do you not think I have not noticed how long this has lasted? You have been sick for weeks, months maybe, and if there is no cure in sight, then who is to say you will get better?”
He shakes his head, cupping your face. “Aye, listen to me.” The tears are falling, and his thumb goes to brush them away. “You once told me that you have never doubted me. Do you remember this? Hmm?”
Sniffling, you manage to nod and murmur, “yes.”
Relieved, he tucks you into him, his chin resting on the top of your head. “So trust me now, Y/N. Have faith.”
His words still haunt you, still bring the sting of tears to your eyes and the sharp flash of pain in your chest. Realizing that the man you love has limited time left on earth is a pain like none other. But watching him gradually decline, knowing that there’s nothing you can do….that is a hurt too explosive to even describe.
For his sake, you both acted normal. Same smiles, just a little dimmer. Same laughter, just an octave lighter. Same love, not a damn thing different. Some days you wonder if that was for the better or for the worse. Was it staying and operating out a state of denial? Could you have maybe delayed it, prevented it even if there was more of a sense or urgency?
Because even when you both sat him down, when you were finally honest about T’Challa’s condition, about where his path was leading him, it still felt bitterly hopeful. Like it was a maybe instead of a definitely.
Maybe this will happen, instead of this is going to happen.
But you also knew this wasn’t a decision that you could make by yourself. And truth be told, it wasn’t even a decision T’Challa could make, which disgusted you. How could a man like T’Challa, your sweet, kind love be subjected to such a cruel ending? An ending so unbecoming of the majestic man that he was. 
This is when the anger kicks in, the rage at having him taken from you not once, not twice, but three times. Why the hell did you all have to be dealt such a vile card? What travesties could you have done, could he have done to deserve this ending? 
In the final weeks, days even, items were dropped or were thrown, tempers were short, clearly, and interactions felt so much more heavy. You still beat yourself up for being so consumed by your own emotions that maybe you weren’t present enough for him when he needed you the most. 
That also happens a lot, that feeling of it not being enough. Not enough of him. Not enough of you all. Not enough time. 
Not enough of…..anything. 
And then that ceremony, the damn goodbye that he decided would be just for them, that was the moment you realized that T’Challa wouldn’t be returning for another visit. This was the last time, and it broke you. Of that night, you don’t remember much, just the absolute agony and grief that tore through your entire being. It’s such a blur, but the pain felt is a constant. 
That last goodbye…..even reflecting back on it is too much to bear, too much to try to swallow. Maybe someday you’ll be able to dwell on it….but now….now is too soon, much too soon.
What does stand out is the days following the notice you received that he’d passed on to be with the ancestors.
Washing the dishes was the last thing you wanted to do, but the dishwasher was giving an error code, and you couldn’t bring yourself to seek out someone who could fix it. Especially when that someone you would usually call is no longer available. 
Wiping at your face with the back of your hand had become a habit, one that had caused the skin on your face to become tender, harsh even from the constant friction. But the final straw was dropping the glass plate in your hand onto the floor, shattering all over the tile. 
You cursed, leaning down to gather the pieces only to not pay close enough attention, accidentally slicing the palm of your hand.
Hissing loudly, you lifted your arm, observing the blood leave the open wound. You do nothing to stop it, watching it continue to spill, even aiding in the process as you apply pressure around the area. It’s a fruitless effort though, because the physical pain is nothing in comparison to your emotional pain. 
Overcome with that same emotion, you bring yourself to your feet and storm out the door, running toward the beachfront. 
T’Challa always loved the water and wanted you two to be away from everyone else, both for your comfort as well as your privacy and overall safety. 
Falling to your knees, your hands brace against the grainy sand as a loud, guttural, visceral scream erupts from the deepest part of your soul. But, it’s not enough. So you go again. And again. And again. Continuing to scream until your voice breaks, as does your resolve.
Now on your side, sobs rake through your entire body, you wails bouncing off the waves of the water. 
It’s both comforting and suffocating. A release and a limitation. A blessing and a curse.
“How-how could you leave me?” The question is posed to no one, to everyone, to anyone who will listen. “How could you leave us!” The interrogative nature quickly transitions to a demanding tone, a plea, a beg for mercy. “You said-you said to have faith, and I–I did.” You continue to wail, shaking your head. “And where are you now? WHERE ARE YOU, T’CHALLA?”
Stomach throbbing and eyes burning, your vision is blurred by pain, but you manage to twist your body when small but firm arms wrap around you and a body is pressed against yours. The familiar smell of shea and cocoa butter fills your nostrils as you look down and nearly cave again.
“I’m right here, mama,” your son’s words hit you deeper than anything you could have imagined. And another wave of tears overcomes you as he repeats himself and holds you even tighter. “I’m right here.” 
You’re not sure if Challa, as both you and T’Challa took to calling him even when he was still in your womb, will ever be able to fully comprehend the depth and importance of his words. His comfort in that moment pulling you from a darkness you’d never encountered. A darkness you’re not sure you would have been able to save yourself from without him. 
It’s been roughly a year since that night, that evening where your greatest blessing saved you from your greatest battle. And every day is a struggle, there’s always moments where you find yourself encountering a memory, missing a touch, yearning for that love.
But then Challa will smile at you, and you’re reminded that death…is never the end. 
You remember that loving T’Challa was always so easy because it was inevitable. 
“You’re always with me, my love,” you speak upward, smiling softly. “And you always will be.” 
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stick and poke
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pairing: shuri x black!fem!reader
summary: your time on vacation is slowly coming to an end so naturally you two try to find a way to commemorate it.
wordcount: 2.6k
warnings: this one's for the lovers. rated M for mature. minors dni. partial nudity as well as nipple play (reader-receiving) and a brief moment of impact play (titty-slapping, reader-receiving). briefest mention of a needle (tattooing, obviously). there's a few pet names, but none degrading. not beta'd (that's a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any!
a/n: so this was not on my wip list because i forgot i finished this a lil while back lol. a fun twist on the tattoo shop au that i hope you'll all enjoy. i don't know xhosa so any words in bold are to be assumed as spoken in xhosa. there's one or two words in the actual language and credit for their translation goes to @iinkonde from this post. banner and divider by: me.
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you were going to miss this, miss the ease of moving through the day without obligations and responsibilities looming over your shoulder. there was nothing like waking up as you pleased next to the woman you loved while the sounds of waves crashing in the distance calmed your soul. the position of the sun being your only source of time, self-carved notches on the wooden planks of the treehouse wall the only indication of how many days had passed since the two of your arrived at the secluded beach.
there was tranquility in getting away from the hustle and bustle of everyday city life. even as you stared out at the vast water before you from where you sat in the sand, the waves crashing into one another, you tried imagining what life would be like if you never went back. you almost wished it were that simple.
"you still with me, yeah?" 
shuri's voice found you before your eyes found her, the lithe woman approaching from behind, a green coconut in one hand, a bowie knife in the other.
you drunk in the sight of her, midriff peeking between the gap of her cropped white t-shirt and pink shorts that stopped mid-thigh, rich skin sun-kissed with a healthy glow, one that only came from inward peace and happiness. showing off her strength, shuri swung the knife at the tree nut, hacking away at the top with ease, giving you a chance to ogle the way her biceps flexed with the moment.
"always," you replied shamelessly. 
if anything, these last two weeks were proof you didn't need all the riches and privileges that came with being connected to a wakandan royal, romantically or not. you just needed her. you just wanted her. always.
she tried to hide her grin behind the coconut as she took a drink from the opening she created, but you knew her, almost better than you knew yourself it sometimes seemed. there were few reasons her cheekbones would raise towards the sun, why her eyes would crinkle at the corner.
"except when your mind is kilometers away," she retorted, plopping down next to you, her knee brushing yours as she folded her legs pretzel-style beneath her. "no people, no technology, no work to distract you, and i lose you to the ocean!" she chuckled with a shake of her head, sea-salted curls swaying with the movement.
"you could never lose me. you know that. you just like to hear me say it." 
leaning in, your pressed your lips to the corner of her mouth, leaving a sweet kiss as your hand swiped the coconut from her grasp. 
"naturally." she replied in her native tongue. her words were flippant, teasing, but her voice was butter-soft with affection.
"naturally," you repeated in english, tone mocking bumping her bare shoulder with your own before bringing the coconut up to your lips.
the action was clumsy, the timing of your backwards head tilt slightly off, sending the sweet water dribbling in the miniscule gap between your lip and the nut shell. without a care, you drank deeply, your thirst not surprising given how long you had been soaking in the solar rays. your mother would be disappointed in your lack of uv protection, but in that moment, it was the furthest thing from mind.
you could feel shuri's gaze on you as you drank, leaving a path of warmth that felt different than the sun. that was one thing about being here alone with her, without the so-called distractions of life. everything felt acute, supercharged, and oh-so-very intense.
swallowing, you pulled the coconut away, turning to look at her. 
"intoni ingxakhi?"  what's wrong, you asked, your interchanging of english and xhosa becoming more natural every time you used the language.
your wrist bent as your arm raised to wipe the soon-to-be-sticky trail from your cheek, chin and neck, only shuri had beat you to it. instead of answering your question, she leaned in, the flat of her pink tongue sliding across the sensitive skin of your collarbone before trailing up you neck. closing your eyes, you tilted your head more to give her extra room to work with. full lips sucked softly at the moisture on your chin, dragging out a groan from the back of your throat.
coconut forgotten in the sand, you brought your hand up to grip the back of her head, soft curls pliable under the grip of your fingers. finally, her mouth moved to meet yours, but as you leaned in to meet her halfway, she pulled back slightly, your lips brushing against one another.
peeling your eyes open, you saw hers were already waiting to connect, heat stirring deep within her irises. you tempted once more to mold your lips together, but again, she leaned away, just enough to keep it from happening.
"shuri." you murmured your complaint, hooded gaze raising from her lips to her eyes than back again. 
she challenged with a murmur of your name, lips barely moving before finally descending upon yours. 
the sand was going to be a bitch to get out of the dark coiled crown on your head, but there was no stopping you from laying back against the ocean-pebbled surface, shuri's body a welcomed weight atop of yours. legs slotted together, she ground her thigh down against your warm center, a hum of pleasure pressing through lips moving in a synchronic dance only the two of you knew.
your hands resting on her lower back, shuri pulled away to look down at you. palms on the ground at either side of your head held her up so she could take in your beauty, so she could take in the wide set nose and kiss-bitten full lips, the brown eyes that were darkened with desire. 
"bast, you are very beautiful." 
there was something in the way shuri breathed those words out, almost as if she hadn't meant to say them out loud, or at least not loud enough for you to hear them. one hand left the ground to cup your cheek, thumb swiping gently at slope of your cheekbone, following the curve of your jawline before traveled lower, a loose grip around your neck. her fingers tightened, palm flat as you swallowed, the skin of your throat pressing against it. her hand felt like a brand, hot, possessive. if a mark was left in its place, it'd be one you'd wear with pride.
she could've left her hand there for an eons and you wouldn't have protested in the slightest. instead, it continue its course south, fingertips gliding against the melanin rich skin of chest before meeting the rim of your tank top. her index slowly trailed along the rib knit neckline, drifting back and and forth as if she were stuck in idle.
"don't tease me." 
you had barely uttered the sentiment out before she gave into the demand. in a swift action, her second hand met the first and with an easy twist of her wrists, the cotton fabric gave way with an audible tear. the sudden sound stole a gasp from you, one shuri eagerly swallowed with her tongue. she enjoyed getting these reactions from you, reveled in whatever sounds she could make spill from those plum-colored lips. she'd yet to find her favorite sequence and hoped she never would. 
her wandering fingers found your nipples, pinching and rolling it between them as her palms massaged the fullness of your breasts. she plucked them like a bassist did her favorite instrument, with care, with passion, with expertise, before delivering your left breast a sharp slap, drawing out a hiss from between your clenched teeth and a smirk overtop of hers. 
narrowing your eyes, your hands tightened on her waist, rolling the two of you over. as if she already knew of your plan, shuri shifted her weight as well, the two of you spinning several times, garnering a few meters of distance from your original spot before landing in your desired position. the logroll shifted the tension in the air, laughter breaking the heated moment as the two of you caught your breath.
looking down at her, chest bare as your ruined top hung off your shoulders haphazardly, you smiled.
"i love you." 
it wasn't the first time you confessed those three not-so-little words, not that day, not that week, but you meant it as full as the first time you thought it to yourself. the two of you weren't even in the same country at the time. hell, you hadn't even had a conversation in days. instead, you had been watching a live feed on c-span of a united nations conference in your rented apartment.
the camera had panned to some other country's ambassador when you saw her, queen shuri looking regally bored in the background. she wasn't even the one speaking and yet you couldn't keep your eyes off of her. you could've and would've paid the cameraman three-month's salary to always have her in frame, just so you could've seen her for the full duration of the livestream. 
you couldn't help but wonder if that was going to be the life you were heading back to in seven days' time, one filled with kisses in passing and workplace obligations that kept you countries-apart on a consistent basis. finding each other in a world of nearly eight billion people was kismet, but even fate had a funny way of insisting on a more difficult journey for lovers.
"what stole your mind from me?" she demanded softly, pulling you back to the present, the fiery mirth within her eyes dulling as concern filled its space.
with a soft sigh, you shifted, finding a seat in her lap as you straddled her, your bare legs aligning with her muscled thighs. though she remained reclined, shuri brought her knees up slightly, toes wiggling in the sand, one hand settling behind her head, the other resting on the curve of your ass.
"i don't want to leave yet. i know we still have a week of holiday left here, but one week is not enough when i desire an eternity with you."
you ducked your head, for speaking like that always made you a bit bashful. it didn't matter how much you knew shuri loved you or how many times she shared her affection towards you, you still couldn't imagine the queen of wakanda continuing to choose you as her boundless love.
"so then we stay."
an unamused huff of air pushed through your nostrils at her suggestion, one brow raising.
"have you forgotten who you are?" you asked incredulously, your voice raising an octave.
"have you?" 
the tone of shuri's voice forced you to swallow your tongue, to choose your words, your tone a little more carefully. yes, she was your lover in all definitions, but she was still queen of the most powerful nation on land (and most-likely the sea as well, but that was a conversation for another day). if she wanted to stay, you had no doubt she would find a way to make it happen, even if it was just for a little while longer.
"i don't mean to doubt your capabilities. it's just that your people need you home. they only tolerate me. and if they found out you were considering abandoning your duties for an outsider..."
your voice trailed off, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your shook your head, refusing to finish the sentence.
the two of you didn't talk about your shaky wakandan lineage. sure your grandmother had talked fondly of the wakandan country and its people, but they were only stories, ones that couldn't be proven, not since your war dog grandfather had disappeared sometime after your mother's birth. 
shuri had offer to do some digging, but you had declined, too afraid of the truth drawing a wedge not only between the two of you, but also between you and your family. whether she looked on her own, she hadn't said and you were grateful for the silence on the topic.
"so marry me."
"er...what?"
the turns this conversation had taken was sending your mind into a spin cycle. one minute you were disheartened by the fact that you had to leave her soon and the next you were in the middle of a marriage proposal.
"marry. me."
the chuckle that escaped from between your lips was an accident, a knee-jerk reaction. you had dreamt of those words coming from out of her mouth for months now and to think that they were finally here almost felt too surreal.
almost.
"you're serious?"
sitting up, shuri rested her weight on one hand, leaning in to affectionate bump her nose against yours. 
"how could i not be when i am talking about a lifetime with the love of my existence?"
the unwavering of her stare as she looked into your eyes killed any thought of this being a playful joke to lighten the moment, to ease your worries. your mind decided it was the perfect time to short circuit as you tried to figure out the right thing to say.
"well it wasn't that great of a proposal so..." you said, a cheeky response to try ease the pressure in your chest.
shuri gasped at your gall, fingers digging into your side, sending you into giggles. gasping for air, you tried to squirm away, but she didn't let up nor did she let you get away.
"mercy, queen. mercy," you choked out between your laughter.
chest rising and falling rapidly, you were grateful when she finally let you catch your breath...only for her to steal it away again with the sincerity in her voice with her next words.
"do you want to marry me, nkosazana sam?" she asked her princess, the term of endearment one that melted your heart every time. 
there was only one response to give her.
"yes, i want to marry you." 
you closed the gap between you and shuri, your palms resting on either side of her head while you pressed your lips against hers. pulling away, you couldn't resist one more joke. 
"though you might want to get used to calling me queen."
with one more quick kiss to her lips, you pushed up onto your feet and took off down the shoreline, seafoam brushing your ankles as you splashed long the waterline, your fiancée hot on your heels.
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"hold still," you complained seriously, though the cackle spilling between your words didn't help.
"you are literally stabbing me with a needle. there is no 'holding still.'"
the two of you were back up in the treehouse, naked as the day, shuri lying face down on the queen-sized bed, the only luxurious furniture in the space.
you were straddling her again, only this time you had settled down on the plump of her backside, hunched over as you tried to deliver as clean of a stick-and-poke tattoo as you could to her spine. the words "eternally yours" in wakandan glyphs that trailed from the nape of your neck to the space between your shoulder blades were identical to the sentiment you were currently trying to imprint in the same location on shuri's back. 
"well, it's about to say 'eternally yout' if you don't stop wiggling." you dipped the needle in the ink again as you spoke before returning back to the task at hand. "then you'll have to spend a lifetime explaining why the black panther, the fiercest and strongest creature on earth, couldn't even sit still for one measly little tatto- ow!"
before you could finish your sentence, shuri had sneakily reached her hand back to pinch your leg.
"such a brat."  she snarked under her breath as she folded her arm back under her chin, making you chuckle because where was the lie. 
"you love this brat, though," you countered with ease, giving her finished tattoo one final wipe, sitting back to admire your handy work.
"i do. i really do."
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Avengers Unlimited Infinity Comic (2022) #43
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theeblackmedusa · 1 year
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black panther stans when we see any black panther character in a fic with a white reader/ofc
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inklore · 1 year
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May I request  “you’re so warm.” “i hear you, but we really need to get up, love.” for the holiday celebration?
Side note: I’m new to your blog and I’m loving everything!
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pairing: namor x queen!reader
warnings: eighteen+ content, they married so established relationship, mentions of trying to conceive, teasing, sexy fluff.
note: i had to rework the second line to fit more namor, i hope you don’t mind, lovey <3 but writing softness with this man makes me swoon for real.
translations: In yakunaj (my love), ko’olelo’ tortuosa (tortuous woman).
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Biologically you know the logic of ocean creatures being cold blooded. The deeper you travel down the colder the temperature, the more the water feels like ice constricting your passages and tearing into your skin like knives. It’s why you can’t leave this cavern and visit his city without gearing up.
But Namor seems to defy all logic. All things you thought you knew about the world and what was biologically capable and taught in a textbook or lab. One of the many defying qualities of his: his warmth. The temperature of his body never wavering whether he was on the surface or in the depths of the sea.
It’s a warmth you love waking up to—pressed to your back or flush against your cheek as you cuddle into his chest.
His heat at your back feels better than any blanket that could possibly be woven. The heat engulfing you like a furnace, the cave a stinging cold contrast to the warmth his body provides in the bed; on your skin, lulling your limbs to stay close to him, to stay in bed.
“You’re so warm.” You hum, sleep still clinging to you, still wanting to be had. Your voice soft and groggy.
His smile presses into your cheek when he wraps his forearm more securely around you, pulling you closer, and pressing the softest kiss to your cheek. “Yes, I know.” He mumbles against your skin as he leaves a trail of kisses from your cheek, jawline, below it, and to the beginnings of your neck. “But we must get up. Our people are going to think all we do is lay with each other, doing nothing productive. It does not look good.”
“Didn’t Namora tell us to stay in bed until we have secured an heir?”
“Yes, In yakunaj. But–”
“Who are we to not listen to her demands? She is our people correct? Your second hand–your–” he cuts you off with his mouth. His lips capture yours in a silencing kiss, maneuvering your frame so he’s now lying chest to chest with you.
“I have pumped you full for days, In yakunaj. It will take. We must do other duties.” His thumb rubs along your jaw, amusement in the up turn of his lips.
“What’s one more try?” You know you’re playing dirty, know that the two of you really should stretch and do something other than bask in each other's warmth. But that can come later, right now you want to drown in the feel of his chest on top of yours, and his cock between your thighs. So you push your hips up and let them drag along his quickly hardening cock. The soft groan he lets out feeling like a victory. ���K’uk’ulkan,” you moan against his mouth as you roll your hips once more—for good measure.
“Who knew I married such a ko'olelo' tortuosa,” he growls as he slots himself between your thighs and presses his mouth to yours; hard, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.
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All The Things You Could Do To Me
Attoye-Week Days 3-5 Prompts
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I'm not finished, but chapter one is up. 🤸🏾‍♀️
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Epilogue to the M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle aka Friends to Enemies to Lovers.
Part One Part Two Part Three
Summary: Five years have passed and this will be your first time being welcomed back into Wakanda after your banishment. How will things have changed.
Angst, fluff.
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You stood on the banks of Wakanda looking upon a home you had not stepped foot in for five whole years. It was as beautiful as it always was in the bright sun of the morning. You flexed your hands, getting used to the air again after such a long time. Anxiety was still peeking through the confidence you had built over the years.
"In reina, are you ready?" Namor asked from your side. He entwined your hands and brought yours to his lips. You examined the slight bluish tint to your skin that wasn't surprising but still left you feeling slightly bereft. After all, you spent your times in Talokan, where, in the deep, your skin looked it's usual brown. You met the eyes of your husband which still held the same love and affection they always had.
"As ready as I'll ever be," You replied, squeezing his hand and following the procession as it made its way to the palace.
It was the five year anniversary of the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda. Many things had happened since your banishment. You had been heartbroken but eventually received word that M'baku had convinced Shuri for a temporary banishment, one that lasted five years. You had accepted it, knowing that the turmoil of the last few months were fueling Shuri's vitriol. You were also harboring resentment for the Wakandan royal who you blamed for the loss of your first child, though she would never know.
You had been with child the day you were banished. You didn't know until a few months later, when during a heart wrenching break down over the decision to uphold the banishment sent you to your knees. Your grief over your lost home was enough to end the small life before it could start. The loss of a child you had not even known you had was a hard blow for you and Namor. But if anything it brought the two of you closer. Maybe it was because he had spent centuries watching his people die of old age that he was able to fight off grief by ensuring you that you had more time to have more children. He was your source of comfort and strength while you reevaluated your life.
Namor had been the doting and caring husband he had promised to be. But even he was worried when you started experimenting with vibranium, growing plants with it, and trying to mimic the original potion that had made the Talokanil who they were. No words from him deterred you from your mission and you would silence him with adoration and love and promises of carrying his child when you joined him in bed every night. You knew he was worried and didn't want you to force a transformation but you were determined.
In regards to the traitors, Namor had publicly executed those that had tried to poison you and had dealt a warning against further uprising. You were the one who gave Attuma a letter to read to the people since you couldn't be there. You understood where they were coming from and why they hated you, even if it was not all of them. You addressed their fears of the surface world, the recent alliance with Wakanda, and your choice to stay with Namor even though it meant losing your home. You chose Talokan and its king over everything and you had no regrets.
After the letter, the people were nicer. Some sent gifts and the maids checked them all for tampering. But there was no other attempt on your life. You were determined to connect with your people and that meant being able to join them beneath the sea. The only communication you had had with Shuri in the first year were messages about recreating the plant that had helped the Talokanil. It was a puzzle that Shuri helped with although she remained disconnected at first, the scientist would not refuse the challenge. It was the catalyst for repairing your relationship and the first offer to visit, that you would refuse.
Two worthless attempts later and one that had left you tinted blue but not at all able to breathe underwater, you had eventually succeeded in something close. Maybe it was because that plant had been engineered but the potion that should have been 100% did not completely succeed. It had indeed given you the same skin and look of the Talokanil but you could breathe through your mouth and nose on land. The gills on your neck would seal up in open air and reopen when you swam in the ocean. You were secretly thankful that you could dwell on surface and land, like your husband, without assistance.
That was not your only success over the last five years. The other was currently being carried by the majestic king next to you. With curly dark hair, tiny wings on his ankles, and skin as golden as his father's was your son. Three years old and as curious as a new born lamb. His chocolate eyes flicked to and fro as he took in the new surroundings for the first time.
Yuneun, your 'half moon'. Half the sea and half the sky. Although he was sired shortly after you took the potion he did not inherit the blue tint or the gills. No he was his father's son and Namor had been terrified and awestruck. The boy was already showing signs of higher intelligence and slightly slowed aging. You secretly thanked whatever gods gave your husband an eternal companion. Your golden boys who you loved more than life.
Bringing an heir to the people of Talokan, and one that was so much like their king had endeared the people to you. When you joined them in the deep of the city and commiserated with them, showed them your skin and gills, they had finally fully welcomed you. Your family had ruled the undersea kingdom peacefully. But there was still a part of you that yearned for the surface and the home you left behind. A part you fought tooth and nail for years to not going begging for reentrance to the land it was banished from.
But now your banishment had ended and you were here, with your husband and son to celebrate five years of peace. You saw how some of the Wakandan's whispered as the procession passed through the vibrant city center. The way their eyes took in your tinted skin and the slices along your neck but you paid them no mind. You were proud of the person, no the Queen you had become in your absence.
"Na'," Yuneun called to you with hands out stretched. You and Namor both paused to allow the children to climb into your arms. You kissed his cheek and resumed walking, your husband had a firm hand on your lower back guiding you as you spoke to the boy.
"Yes, in chan paalo', my child. Do you like it? This is where I come from," You smiled as your son looked around wide eyed, the wings on his ankles fluttered with excitement.
"Yuum, yuum," Yuneun called to his father, pointing at the palace that was rising up into the skyline.
"Yes, little one, that is the Royal Palace. You will meet your uncle and the Queen of Wakanda soon," Namor beamed. The Talokan King was all smiles and happiness. Over the years the diplomatic relationship between the two countries had improved greatly. He met with Shuri at least once a month and together they presented a united front at global gatherings.
M'baku had been allowed back into the council and he and Namor had a bi-weekly meeting which ranged from sparring to board games to physical challenges. It warmed your heart to know that M'baku and your husband had become friends. It had healed many old wounds to hear about the stories and games between the two great men. It was also a way for you to hear about M'baku and him about you. It had been a condition of your banishment that you did not contact the Jabari leader.
You would see him today, for the first time since you saved him from certain death at the hands of Shuri. You were not worried about the Queen. Your work together to recreate the potion had started out tense but had fallen into easy comradery by the end of it. But you had not had the time to rebuild with the man who was like your brother. You hoped he would accept you as you were now.
You could see the Dora Milaje flanking the council and Queen Shuri at the entrance to the palace. M'baku stood next to her and you saw the moment they recognized you. Eyes widening for a moment but a smile growing across their faces. You felt your anxiety melt away and the tenseness in your shoulders relax. You looked to Namor who returned your gaze with a knowing smile. He leaned in and whispered to you "I told you. You could have comeback before the 5 years passed. They wanted you to. They missed you."
He was right and you knew it. You were the stubborn one who wouldn't let go of your pride and waited out the banishment. But you didn't regret it. You could present yourself confidently and happily now that time had healed the wounds of the past.
"The Great King and Queen, we welcome you!" Shuri greeted you. She looked older but also softer, the grief had finally left her eyes and you recognized your old friend. Namor and M'baku clasped hands while you stepped up to Shuri.
"Queen Shuri, I would like you to meet the crown prince, our son, Yuneun," You turned your son to look at your friend.
"Hello little prince, I am so glad to meet you," Shuri spoke to the child with a soft tone. Yuneun giggled in reply and you couldn't help but look down adoringly at your child.
Shuri shifted her gaze to you, "It is good to see you old friend. I know why you never came when I said you could visit. But I am happy that you are here. I would like to apologize for everything."
The Queen looked regretful. You pulled her into a one armed hug, "Shuri, all is forgiven and has been. I just needed time to heal, time to become the best Queen I could be."
She returned your embrace then pulled away to take you in, "Motherhood suits you and so does the blue skin."
You laughed at her light teasing, "It was a small price to pay to be accepted by my people. Plus, you've seen Talokan, to be able to swim in that world without a huge suit is a blessing."
"Come, let's go inside. Then we can feast and truly catch up," Shuri looped an arm with yours and guided you inside. You glanced back to make sure that Namor and M'baku were going to follow you. "They'll catch up. M'baku will want to speak with you but I will hog you for now."
...
"It is good to see you, Baku. You look well," You said to the great Jabari warrior. You were fighting the anxious need to wring your hands together now that you were face to face. He had asked to speak to you somewhere private and you had obliged. The celebrations were well underway and everyone else had already reintroduced themselves.
"And you, my dear friend, look happy," M'baku remarked, a softness taking over his features.
"I am. Namor has kept me up to date about your life as much as he can between his grand retellings of your spars and games," You chuckled, "I expect to meet your betrothed before the wedding. She will need my approval after all."
M'baku chortled loudly, "Yes, yes, she knows."
"Will you give me a hug already? It has been too long," You finally requested. The tension finally broke and M'baku gathered you into his arms in a warm embrace. You held on firmly, remembering his scent, and all the years you had spent together. "I have missed you, Baku."
"I have missed you too," M'baku stroked your hair and then released you from his embrace. You were both teary eyed and sniffling which made you both let out a laugh. "Blue suits you."
"It does, doesn't it," You quipped back, grinning at him.
"They treat you well now?" M'baku asked.
"Yes, they have accepted me and adore Namor, myself, and Yuneun," You informed your friend confidently.
"Yuneun, a good name for a beautiful child, may I meet him?" M'baku offered you his arm to lead you back to the main hall.
"Of course. Namor has been weaving tales to the boy of how great of a warrior his uncle is," You took his arm and walked with him, the warmth of familiarity rolling through you.
"You've told him about me?" He asked surprised.
"Oh he knows all about his lineage here in Wakanda. He will always know of the two great Kingdoms he comes from," You looked up and caught the Jabari man's eyes. "He will be proud of both his families. We have made sure of that. I may be as Talokanil as I can be now, but I will always be Wakandan."
...
You sat at the table with M'baku holding your son who was pulling at the warriors furs and giggling uncontrollably. Shuri and Namor were in a deep conversation about a recent outreach plan to your left. You looked around the decorated hall remembering how you met the King here, not knowing how your fate would change.
You looked out upon the mingling Talokanil and Wakandans and felt your heart swell. There was no division of sides like the day of your wedding. There was no tension or grief, just celebration.
Your eyes looked at the dais steps remembering how the blood of the traitor had been spilled here and no one who hadn't been there would have guessed. It was all so surreal. Maybe there were gods out there that had blessed this union despite its unhappy origins. Whether due to the sacrifice or in exchange for the deep suffering you had all endured.
You looked once more around the table and caught the eye of your husband you mouthed 'I love you'. Shuri caught him and turned to you, making a gagging motion which made Namor laugh. M'baku was making baby noises at Yuneun and you covered your giggle with your hand. He raised an eyebrow at you and stuck out his tongue then continued to amuse the boy.
You sighed in content. Namor made his way around the table and greeted you with a kiss to your cheek and the side of your neck. "You are glowing, in yakunaj."
You turned to him, cupping his cheek, "We all are, in ajawo, we all are."
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It had been nerve-wracking finding your way through the hallways to the training room the next morning. With your head pounding, a result of lack of sleep the night before, and your body sore, you had found it hard to remember the way to Shuri's lab and the training room that resided in it. It hadn't helped that you were also constantly looking over your shoulder and peeking around corners, always looking for the gold armor that differentiated Okoye from the rest of the Dora Milaje. What had helped was the kimoyo bracelet on your wrist and the AI that was automatically programmed into it.
"Griot, could you direct me to the training room?"
The AI had started off with your last name, and it was only slightly surprising to hear a hint of hesitation in his words.
"Perhaps it would be wiser to stay in and rest this morning, as the General and the Queen requested?"
Your eyes had rolled upward toward the ceiling as if that was where the AI resided. A sigh had left your mouth, tinged with a bit of fatigue and a bit more annoyance brought on by that fatigue.
It was easier to let the annoyance fester instead of confronting the real reason behind why you hadn't been able to go to sleep. At least until you could work it out, literally.
"I don't think they requested it. I think it was more of a recommendation."
If he could've, you were sure Griot would have sighed at your attempt to skirt around the truth behind his words. Nevertheless, you had asked him a question…and he had been given a directive: grant you whatever you needed.
"Very well. Take this left-"
The thoughts that you had managed to keep at bay on the walk over to the lab now poked and prodded at your mind. Each strike against the barrier you had created only resulted in you swinging your staff harder against the dummy you had dragged from the side of the room. Every hit resonated through your arms, making the littered bruises throb, yet it only spurred you on.
There was one thing that had managed to slip through the cracks of the vulnerable and hastily built wall in your mind, and quite ironically, it was the one thing you were trying to escape.
While the minute details of the nightmare had escaped your mind, the words and feelings that it had evoked still remained fresh and visceral in your entire being. It was easy to remember when it was a reliving of the events that had taken place only hours before, except with a twist that your terrified mind had felt the need to add.
Being surrounded by fire just as vivid and scorching as it had been in the Mining Province made it hard to differentiate your surroundings from reality and dreamscape. Hard, but not impossible. It helps that the clearing is void of people; a difference that you quickly notice, and a difference that you used to convince yourself it wasn't real. 
Despite the small part of your subconscious that was aware of its surroundings, you still couldn't help looking around. There was a hazy edge around your vision, pitching everything in dull colors that waned back and forth. The sounds you managed to make out sounded like they were filtered through a tunnel, but there was something floating just on top of the faint sound. It sounded garbled…desperate…in need of help. The sound alone made a gaping hole of dread open wide in the pit of your stomach. 
It isn't until you turn to the alley where the explosion had taken place did you notice where the noise was coming from, and it made your lips part on a silent gasp. You stumble back at the sight of that familiar black, gold, and silver suit sprawled haphazardly across the ground.
From where you stand, you can see that something is wrong. Her chest rises and falls too slowly, each breath being punctuated with a horrific gurgling noise as if it's a struggle to draw each one in. Fear paralyzes your body, icy and all-consuming as it numbs every one of your limbs. 
You pray to anyone that's listening that they'll wake you up from this nightmare that's seemed to target the one fear you had been close to living out the night before. 
Your lips move soundlessly in a failed attempt to convince yourself to wake up, but that all stops once her hand raises toward you. It isn't hard to see the way her lips shape your name, choking on the breath that she is able to draw in. You don't hesitate in dropping to your knees in front of her.
The material of her suit is rough against your hands when you clutch at it, and the weakness in her fingers is startling enough for you to tighten yours enough for the both of you. It prompts you to pull her hand up, raising it so that you can press it against your cheek, and your terror-addled mind is cruel enough to make her gloved hand icy as it lands on your heated skin.
"Shuri, look at me. You're gonna be okay-"
Your voice is unfamiliar, the level of desperation so foreign even to your own ears that it's hard to place yourself in the moment. Yet it's now harder to convince yourself that this isn't real. 
Her eyes find yours and the light of the fire only shows how glassy and unfocused hers have become. It's a telltale sign of something you didn't even want to think about, even in a dream, but as her hand becomes heavier in yours, it's hard to keep your thoughts from steering in that direction.
"No, no, no, you stay with me. We're gonna get you help- you'll be okay, Shuri. Please-"
The tears that roll down your face feel too real, yet you don't bother wiping them away; there's no use, as you know that they'll be replaced by more should you do so. 
The same pleas fall from your lips, anguished and increasing in volume until your voice grows hoarse. Your hands gather her motionless and limp body in your arms until you're drawing her up against your chest. You don't care about the soot and blood that stains your clothes, too afraid to think about who it belongs to; you don't care about how much your arms shake as you try to find enough purchase on her suit, wanting to pull her closer until you're able to breathe some of your life into her. But you're unable to, and the realization makes a cry leave your mouth as you lower your head to rest against hers. 
You can't think of a single thing other than the heaviness of Shuri's body in your arms. But then the flames of the fire that lick against your skin turn from heat to soft caresses. The cold hand that you grasp out of desperation and anguish turns warm, returning your grip and squeezing firmly in a promise not to let go. 
The echo of your pleas that torment you over and over again is replaced with a soft voice- a familiar voice. It reassures you that you're safe, and the familiarity of it slows your racing heart; quells the fears that had arisen in you; loosens your lips to let the one thing you had been longing to say for an indecipherable amount of time slip out.
"I love you…Shuri…stay with me-please-"
It's the realization that the hand holding yours feels…too real. The hand stroking your cheek is too warm to be a figment of your imagination. And then the feeling of relief and shock at your own words rouses you enough for you to latch onto the edges of your consciousness and let it pull you out of the nightmare to…
Nothing. 
You hadn't been surrounded by fire; in fact, a cold chill had swept over your skin as you sat up, your bleary eyes looking at every corner of the room. There wasn't ash coating the inside of your mouth, only the traces of the toothpaste you had used before going to bed.
But the thing that had hurt the most was the fact that no one else had been there. She hadn't been there, no matter how real her touch had felt on your skin. She hadn't been there to hear the words that you'd had to rein into the deepest parts of you, guarded by a fear of rejection and pain at being alone. 
She hadn't been there when you had curled in on yourself, letting your cries steal every breath that you would have willingly used to profess your love for her if only she had been there.
“Shit-!”
The only thing that was able to break you free of the nightmare's current hold on you was the jarring and quite painful feeling of your staff knocking into your cheekbone. It clattered to the floor with a sound that increased your headache, now emboldened by the flaring pain in your face. It rolled to a stop, making way for the sounds of your labored breathing and the soft curses that still fell from your lips. But they fell short at the sound of the training room's door opening and closing. Instead, a heavy, accepting sigh swept through you with the anticipation of looking up and facing an angry Okoye whose "recommendation" you had pushed to the side and ignored. Especially when your direct ignorance of her words had subsequently resulted in a knot undoubtedly forming right on your cheekbone.
"Look, I know you said no training, Okoye, but I couldn't just sit there all morning-"
Your words choked off at the sight of who had actually walked in, and it wasn't the golden armor-clad General of the Wakandan armies; instead, it was the one person who had starred in the nightmare that still had an effect on your entire being.
"I honestly shouldn't have expected you to sit in your room all morning."
There was no malice or tension in Shuri's voice, but it was slightly hesitant. That hesitance was also shown in the way she stood at the door of the training room, her arms by her sides and her fingers drumming against her leg.
Her presence sent streaks of relief and a contrasting apprehension through your chest, causing your breaths to slow down and hitch slightly. Your eyes focused on her figure, taking in every bit of her. You started at the tips of her curls that were slightly wet, presumably from her fixing them up this morning; then came her dark blue, denim, button-down shirt paired with a pair of black biker shorts; and finally, your eyes landed on the shoes that she had undoubtedly designed, the futuristic style being too unique to be sold in regular stores.
The warmth and color of her cheeks eased a part of you that still remembered the ashen and pallid color she had been in the nightmare, as did the steady rising and falling of her chest. You had no idea how long you had been taking in every sign that she was okay and in front of you, but it had been long enough for her to cross the room and stop in front of you. Her proximity shrouded you in her signature scent: amber and another calming husk that you only associated with her. You had just taken a deep breath in, drawing it further into your lungs and letting it calm your racing heart when she spoke, her voice still hesitant but now firm with worry.
"Are you okay?"
It was such a simple question, but you found it almost absurdly difficult to answer. The pain blossoming across your cheek was almost forgotten as you wracked your brain for an answer. Any answer would be easier to give than the truth.
The mere thought of answering her question truthfully almost stopped your heart, as dramatic as it sounded. Or maybe your heart was just beating so fast that you could no longer feel it. Regardless of what was going on, you knew it would only increase if you were to answer her question with the words that were both true and desperate as they raced through your mind.
Seeing you run headfirst into danger scared me so bad that I had a nightmare about losing you and it literally ripped me apart because at the same time, I came to the realization that I just may be in love with you though I don't know if you need or want to hear that now because you have more important things to worry about, but those things that you're worrying about are also dangerous enough to take you from me and if that happens I literally won't know what to do with myself because every breath hurts when you're not there-
"Yeah, I just got distracted," is what fell from your mouth instead, each shaking under the guise of being unsteady due to your pain.
Her eyes focused on where your hand pressed against your cheekbone, worry shining bright in them as her eyebrows furrowed. One of her hands twitched towards you, and it didn't go unnoticed. The small action had you questioning what kind of reaction her touch would evoke out of you; would you cave into the pressure of laying your truth out for her to see- raw and slightly painful in all of its glory, not caring about the consequences that followed? Or would you only be reminded that her touch could only translate to one of friendliness and not the longing that lay in every thought of yours that revolved around her.
"…I'm trying hard not to tell you 'I told you so' right now. Though if Okoye were here, she'd definitely tell you 'I told you so'."
Despite the reminder of your last conversation, one that had grown slightly heated, and one that had almost ended in you professing yourself to her, her tone was light and the slightest hint of a laugh floated amongst her words.
"I know she would. And she'd do it while beating my ass."
There had been an expectation of tension when you had woken up, at least between the two of you. It was partly why you had promptly made your way to the training room, wanting some kind of release that didn't involve sitting in bed and dwelling on the conversation and the nightmare that had followed. You didn't want tension.
It hadn't been that long since you two had semi-made up after the first argument, and the thought of another argument increasing the distance between the two of you made you nervous.
So when the corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile, the relief that flowed through you made your lips curl slightly; though pain twinged through your cheek as soon as it raised, making you wince slightly.
The irony between the two of you walking on eggshells around each other was that it was impossible for the small things to go unnoticed by either of you, and as much was proven when her smile faded as she watched you wince.
As much had already been proven when Shuri noticed how your answer was hesitant…and not telling the entire truth. You said you were distracted, which wouldn't be surprising, especially when she knew of what you had gone through the night before; but she also knew that your words hadn't been the ones that were really going through your mind. Despite having this knowledge, she didn't push you to reveal the truth; instead, she bent down to pick up your staff, collapsing it before waving for you to follow her.
"Here, I have something that can help you in the lab. Come."
It could've been the resoluteness in her voice that made you follow her without a second thought; or maybe you were holding onto the brief moment of ease that had just transpired between you two, not wanting it to end. Either way, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in you as you followed her out of the training room. She stopped briefly at one of the work tables, reaching into one of its many compartments and pulling an object out before again motioning for you to join her.
She lead you to an unfamiliar staircase; one that spiraled slightly and was lined with soft, white lights on the underside of each step. One of your hands trailed the length of the railing that followed the stair's path while the other continued to poke and prod at the bruise undoubtedly forming on your cheek.
"Stop touching it." She lightly chastised you, her eyes glancing at you over her shoulder right as she neared the top of the stairs. The teasing in her eyes contrasted slightly with the worry coating her words, but it was easy for you to interpret both as being lighthearted in nature.
"But it hurts."
"So, stop touching it."
A glass door slid open as the two of you approached the lone room sitting below the rest of the lab. It whirred gently as it opened, and it whirred gently as it closed behind you. Instantly, your eyes were roaming over what you would call her 'office' of sorts, taking in every detail it had to offer. While it wasn't that much different from the lab above you, it certainly held a more personal air.
Her lab was her element; the place where she worked as both scientist and queen, overseeing the projects the royal scientists had come up with or were assigned. But here, you had no doubt that this was where she could just be Shuri: a young scientist who could work without feeling as if every eye was watching her move and judging her work on whether or not it could prevent another attack on Wakanda.
The personal touches included the two, comfortable-looking armchairs, both of which sat in front of a matching black desk that had various tools spread on top of it. Not only were there tools but there were also a number of random items that humanized the surrounding space. There were a few rings that she quickly picked up and slid onto her fingers before flexing them.
There was a jacket thrown around the chair that sat behind the desk, and then there was another jacket on the cushion of one of the armchairs, seemingly forgotten about and replaced by the other. But every single item that one would deem 'messy' or 'out of place' was just the opposite: it was methodically placed.
While Shuri was a person who liked to have at least some sense of order, that usually meant more of a chaotic order. Each item was placed strategically and in a way that ensured Shuri remembered where it was; so even when you felt tempted to touch one of the objects, wanting to see what it was, you kept your hands to yourself.
Instead, you made yourself comfortable in one of the armchairs for whatever Shuri was getting ready to do. Your hand raised, getting ready to once again skim over the swollen skin, but was quickly stopped by another gently grasping it. Your attention quickly snapped up to look at Shuri, your sheepish look in response to her look of reprimand. The corners of her lips lifted into a small smile at the confusion on your face.
"It's just an ice pack. To help with the swelling."
She spoke as a doctor would speak to their patient before sticking a needle into them, and in response, you scowled slightly. Instead of giving her another chance to be a smartass, you took the ice pack from her before pressing it to your cheek. The flinch that went through your body was a result of the startling cold-
A cold, limp hand pressed against your cheek. Your hoarse and pain-filled voice calling for her to just wake up, that you love and need her-
The flashback made your heart race slightly, and your fingers closed tighter around the gel ice pack. The cold stung your fingers slightly, but it worked at keeping you grounded and distracted from the reminder of the eerie feeling. But while it kept the flashbacks away for the time being, it didn't stop your mind from dwelling on the concept of the nightmare that you had been running away from since waking up in the middle of the night.
Would there ever be an appropriate time for you to tell Shuri about it? Would you ever consider telling her in the first place? It wasn't the fear of being judged by her for having a nightmare- after all, it hadn't been that long ago when she had laid beside you in your bed, seeking comfort for a nightmare she'd had; a comfort that you had been all too willing and ready to give.
Was it right to expect that same comfort from Shuri? Was it appropriate to long for the feeling of her arms around you, tight enough to pull you together when you felt the opposite, gentle enough to remind you that you were safe in her embrace-
"You're not even holding the pack in the right place. Here-"
The sudden, but feathery light touch you suddenly felt under your chin was effective in bringing you out of your own head and into the current moment, only for said moment to make your heart clench.
While in your thoughts, Shuri had at some point taken a step closer until she stood right in front of your seated figure. She had bent slightly at the knees to sit on the edge of her desk, though the upper part of her body leaned towards you. Her eyes were hooded with furrowed eyebrows, worry slightly twisting her facial features, but they were focused on you. And her hands…the hands that had felt cold and had only signified death and agony in your nightmare were warm as one rested on top of your hand with the gel ice pack, the other gently landing under your chin and tilting your face up.
The reassurance in her gaze almost…almost made the words that were stuck in your throat spring forth. Her touch alone sent a shiver down your spine, but not of nervousness or caution. The only thing you could feel was a warmth that quickly turned to fire that spread across your skin as her thumb rubbed against your cheek.
You couldn't question her touch because it felt so right. It felt natural, as did the feeling spearing you right through your chest.
"What are you thinking about?"
While her words were genuine in their worry, she made sure to insert a tone of lightness into them, presumably in an attempt to ease you into answering her question. It had its desired effect, though not entirely. While the words were right there, just on the tip of your tongue, you found it difficult to actually speak them into the space between the two of you. Telling her about your nightmare and possibly the feelings it evoked would without a doubt change something between you two; you were just too nervous to think about the different ways you two could change.
While you worked up the courage to tell her the truth, she took your silence as apprehension. You could feel it in the way her hands began retreating and the look of disappointment mixed with understanding that softened her features.
"Of course, you don't have to tell me. You spaced out a bit, had me a little worried-"
"I had a nightmare."
You shook your head at the feebleness in your voice, your eyebrows furrowing and a slightly irritated sigh leaving your mouth. Despite your movements, Shuri's hand didn't move…not that you wanted it to. If anything, your words made her grip tighten slightly where it gently grabbed your chin. Her eyebrows furrowed more and her mouth opened, but you continued before she could speak.
"I had a nightmare, and it involved you. Or what happened last night. But I'm fine."
There was a flicker of something in her eyes before they returned to their attentiveness, her head nodding for you to continue. She shifted, quickly pushing off of the desk and stepping closer so that her arms weren't stretched awkwardly between the two of you. You left your hand where it was, knowing that should you drop it, you'd only end up fidgeting. Besides, you didn't mind having the warmth of her hand seep into yours on top of the ice pack.
"Well, you may be fine, but I'd still like to hear what happened." 
More like she was pleading for you to tell her what had happened. Shuri was under the impression that hearing the exact details of what had happened in your dream could open up a dialogue between the two of you- one that had the potential to fix things between the two of you while also improving them. She wasn't expecting for you to say the words you had unknowingly confessed to her the night before, but she'd allow herself to hope for something that alluded to your true feelings.
But the more she watched you, the more apparent it became that she'd have to reassure you more if she wanted to hear anything remotely close to those words.
"You remember when you were there for me when I had that nightmare?" She spoke softly, her thumb not stopping its motions against your skin, "You were there for me when I needed someone. Let me be here for you. I want to listen."
Her words were coated with sincerity and a passion that clouded your mind in all of the right ways. It effectively chipped away at your apprehension until, finally, you were letting out a soft sigh and speaking.
"You were hurt. You were hurt, Shuri, and there was nothing I could do about it." Speaking about it made the flashbacks even more vivid, but Shuri's presence and touch made it slightly easier to confront. The deep breath you took was an attempt to keep your voice steady as you continued, focusing on the warmth from her fingers that rested against your skin.
"I could only sit there and ask you to hang on- I mean, what else could I do? I asked, begged, you to hang on and not leave me, but in the end, you-"
A quick breath cut off your words, though it not only came from your mouth but from Shuri's as well. The sound had you opening your eyes, and they instantly connected with hers. If her troubled eyes were anything to go by, she could feel the remnants of fear still radiating off your body; but something else in them admittedly made you pause. While there was the expected sympathy and worry, there was also what you could only describe as a sense of understanding that you two could share.
It didn't make it any easier to finish your sentence, your words practically bordering on a whisper.
"I couldn't save you, no matter how hard I tried or how much I wanted to. I was so…scared. And it didn't matter how badly I wanted to wake up, all I could see was you laying there. The only thing that could wake me up was-"
-The realization that the hand holding yours feels…too real. The hand stroking your cheek is too warm to be a figment of your imagination. 
And now it was the realization that the hand holding yours felt exactly the same, as did the hand holding your chin and stroking your cheek. It almost made you pull away out of surprise, but the firm grip she had on you, both physically and emotionally, stopped you. Instead, you could only look up at her, lips parted as words you'd been holding in all night made themselves known.
"The only thing that could wake me up was the reminder that you were still alive and okay. But then it just made me think about what would have happened if you weren't here- do you know what I would do, Shuri?"
Without thinking, your other hand raised, latching onto her wrist and squeezing it slightly. You wanted her to hear you, not just listen. You wanted your words to reach every logical part of her brain until they were seared into it because you meant them with every fiber of your being. There was the smallest hint of anger behind your words, but it masked itself as passion.
"I would not know what to do with myself. I wouldn't be able to stay here in Wakanda, because everywhere I look, you're there. I'd be miserable at school because everywhere I look, you're there. It's you, Shuri.
"Do you know what went through my mind watching you run right towards that bomb- when it went off and I didn't know if you were fine or not? I almost lost it right then and there. And I know you're going to say that you're the Black Panther and that you have to do what you have to do, but my god, I was so angry at you. I kind of still am." A humorless laugh fell from your lips as your head shook, and it made a sheepish smile appear on Shuri's face.
"But I understand why you did it." And it was true; you did understand. It took you a few hours of thinking about it, but you eventually understood that not only was it her duty as Wakanda's protector to do exactly that, protect, but it was who she was as a person. You remembered the love and adoration in her eyes as she watched her people gather and celebrate at the festival, and it wasn't hard to guess that she'd do anything to ensure their safety.
"It scares me…but I understand."
You tried giving her a small smile, but it came across more as a grimace than anything. But it only faded as Shuri froze at your words, her eyebrows furrowing more if it were even possible. At her silence, your mind immediately began to backtrack. You hadn't said the three words that continued gaining momentum the longer you were around her, but you had alluded to the effect she had on you. How her safety was constantly a source of your anger, passion, and fear.
But her silence made you second guess whether it had been right to reveal these feelings. The silence was filled with tension, and it only continued to grow as her eyes flitted around your face, something indistinguishable in them. Her hold on remained, even when you begin to pull away slightly, your eyes leaving her face and desperately looking for something else to focus on.
Maybe it was time for damage control, the very last thing you wanted to do in this conversation; but when the only sounds in the room were that of your breathing and hers, it only felt right. You'd deal with the hurt that would undoubtedly wash over you later.
"Uh, but yeah, that's it. I understand. T-that's all I had to say. And honestly? I'm feeling like I shouldn't have said anything in the first place." Or even follow her into her office.
But you had followed her into her office, and you had told her at least a sliver of your true thoughts, and so far, you were only receiving silence in return. Silence had the ability to hold a multitude of feelings and thoughts, each one as unknown as the one before; being on the other side of a silence created by someone else was not a good feeling, so it was no surprise when your fight or flight kicked in almost instantly.
Shuri took a step back as you suddenly stood, both of her hands dropping from how quickly you moved. It was unclear whether her actions stemmed from her still being in a state of surprise, or if she thought it best to disconnect them from your skin; it didn't matter, because you were too busy planning your escape to spare a thought about it.
"I think I'm gonna go back to training. Yeah."
"No, wait- I'm sorry, I just don't-"
You reached around her and placed the ice pack on her desk, all the while refraining from meeting her eyes once again. As you reached for your collapsed staff that she had placed on the desk, her hand shot out, gently latching onto your wrist. It only prompted you to raise your other hand, going to uncurl her fingers from where they held you.
"It's fine, Shuri. I shouldn't have said anything- you got more important things to worry about than a damn nightmare, and my…and my fuckin' feelings-"
"Your feelings are important, Y/N, I want to hear them-”
"-I should probably just go back to training- in fact, that's exactly what Imma do-"
You were finally able to uncurl her fingers, though they offered little to no resistance against you. However, one second, she was letting go of your wrist, and the next, her hands were gently cradling your face between them. She moved with the speed that only someone who had taken the heart-shaped herb could possess, and before you could even take another breath tinged with surprise and nerves, she was pulling you forward.
The surge of electricity you usually felt with her touch was absolutely nothing compared to the feeling of her lips pressing against yours. There were no words to describe it. You could only bask in the feeling and the realization that Shuri could control your body with just her touch alone.
Her body pressed against yours, effectively trapping you against her desk, yet it didn't stop her from stepping more into your space. When you stumbled back into her desk she only followed, forcing you to sit on the very edge of it; and when that still wasn't close enough for her, she snaked a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer. She was a line of heat against you, and once your shock wore off, you reveled in it.
You reveled in the feeling of her lips hesitantly moving against yours; firm enough to get her sincerity and affection across, but hesitant enough to show you that just maybe she was as nervous about this as you were. But almost ironically, once you felt her lips against yours, the nerves you'd had dissipated. You both came to the realization that the other wanted this just as badly, and that was all you needed for the kiss to grow desperate.
It wasn't the softest kiss. Your noses knocked into each other's and your teeth lightly scraped each other's lip occasionally, but the passion was there. Your hands alternated between pulling her closer by her shirt and snaking around her body to press it closer to yours, trying your hardest to connect with hers at any point you could reach. The feeling of her hips pushing into yours elicited an almost sinful moan to leave your mouth, the sound enough to send a shiver down Shuri’s spine that you could feel. 
The feelings that you had been afraid to confess verbally were now confessing themselves upon Shuri's lips, and you had no quarrels with it.
The same could be said for Shuri, yet no matter how close she pulled you, it still wasn't close enough. Not for her. Not when she had faced the very real possibility of losing you only the night before. She was desperate to show you the feelings that she had already admitted to herself, and the feelings that were sure to grow as she willingly spent an indefinite amount of time by your side as she planned.
A hoarse groan sounded in the base of her throat as she frantically lowered her hands to your waist, all the while, keeping her lips on yours. You felt them the second they moved, but just as you were about to push off of the desk to press against her, she effortlessly hoisted you further onto the desk. The soft gasp that escaped you gave her the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue past your parted lips, and the moan that resonated from you would've been embarrassing had your mind not been completely consumed by her touch.
Her answering groan gave you the confidence to raise a hand and grab at the button-down she wore, using the fabric to pull her closer and right into the open space between your legs. Her hands left a blazing trail of heat, starting from your waist to the shape of your hips, and landing on the thickest part of your thighs before squeezing. The action threatened the last bit of sanity you were holding onto.
She tasted of something completely different from her signature scent, but it was all the more alluring. You wanted to inhale every breath she offered, breathing it into your lungs as if it gave you life itself, but the closest thing you could get to it was letting your tongue explore the softness of her mouth..though the action greatly threatened to snap the band of restraint holding Shuri back. 
Bast, if she could, she’d swipe all of the contents off of her desk and lay you down on top of it. She’d take every repressed feeling of hers and show exactly how desperate they had made her for the feeling of you against her. She wanted you in every way possible- romantic, lustful, genuinely, and wholeheartedly. But…but she had been waiting for this moment. She could wait for that moment…
It’d be hard as hell to wait, but she would.
You had been waiting for this moment since your feelings had begun to bud for her. You were perfectly content staying in the little bubble that had enveloped the two of you; at this moment, the two of you weren't looking for cultists who worshiped Shuri but despised you for simply being connected to her.
The two of you weren't in Wakanda's royal palace, let alone Wakanda, because it was the safest place for you; you two were there to enjoy each others' company in any way that you would see fit.
You'd happily spend every last breath you had in the moment, and as much was obvious at your noise of protest as she pulled away only slightly to lean her forehead against yours. You panted against her skin, your breath fanning across the planes of her face as you worked on catching it. It made you grin to see that your touch caused her to have a similar reaction, and at the sight of it, her slightly swollen lips lifted into a grin. Her breath puffed slightly against your skin as she spoke, her words whispered but fierce, nonetheless. Your name left her lips as a gasp.
"I only saw you. I only saw you in danger- that's why I did what I did. Wakanda has multiple armies that can protect it; you have me, and I plan on doing anything I need to in order to keep you safe."
Her eyes were half-lidded as they regarded you, and yours were the same. Your breathing mingled with hers in the limited amount of space between you, and as her tongue darted out to lick her lips, you found yourself wanting to surge forward to connect them once again. You had a feeling that you'd never get tired of the taste and feel of her against you, and you'd never get enough. Her words only strengthened that desire within you.
"I protect Wakanda as her Queen and the Black Panther. But I protect you as one would protect the person who holds their heart."
If you were standing, her words would have surely made your knees go weak. Your eyes widened, and your lips parted slightly in a gasp.
Her words coated every nerve ending in your body, alighting each of them on fire that warmed you from the inside out. They were better than what you had dreamed of her saying and in more ways than one.
"Shuri…" In any other circumstance, and in front of anyone else, you would have been embarrassed about the breathlessness in your voice; but you couldn't find it in yourself to care how you sounded.
"It isn't worth it…" She started to pull back at your words, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes questioning, but you didn't let her get far. Instead, you tightened your hold on the fabric of her shirt while leaning forward, your forehead meeting taking its place against hers once again.
"It isn't worth it when you're putting yourself in that much danger. I could be safe, but if you aren't here beside me, it isn't worth it. I think you underestimate how much I-…How much I care about you and your safety, Shuri."
For the second time, something flashed across her eyes. You could chalk it up to her being just as affected by your touch as you were by hers, but there was something almost knowing about it. There was the smallest part of your mind that entertained the thought that maybe she had an idea of what you really wanted to say, but you had gotten this far with her. You didn't want to say anything to ruin something that had gone well between the two of you.
"Usana, your safety will always be worth it to me. Always. There's nothing you can change about that." At the slightest indication that you were about to argue, she quickly continued, squeezing your thighs again as a way to stop your words.
"But maybe we can come to…I don't know, an agreement of some kind?" Her small laugh made your own grin appear despite the seriousness of the topic you two were currently discussing.
"An agreement? Like we're trading goods and services?" Her chuckle was a little louder this time as her head shook in response to your teaching.
She pulled back, her eyes looking down at you while she blindly reached for the ice pack you had set down. Once her hand closed around it, she raised it, pressing it to your cheekbone. The look on her face had turned teasing as she slid her free hand higher up your thigh, making your breath hitch. The sight of her grin growing made your breath hitch, and you didn't bother hiding it. You definitely couldn't hide the way your thighs went to close only to be stopped by her body. There was no point; there was next to nothing you could hide from her.
"Alright, alright. An agreement as in I'll try to be more careful and I'll try to stop running towards live bombs if you promise to put your safety first when I'm not there."
"Mm…I can agree to those terms. But I should let you know, the second you run towards another bomb, Imma be right there behind you." The smile that took over her face was fucking blinding, and it was a sight that you had been longing to see since the night of the festival. You knew the hitch in your breathing didn't go unnoticed, but you didn't care one bit; you were too focused on the way her head slightly tilted back, her laugh echoing through her office.
"No, I don't think so-"
"Oh, Imma be there. A lot slower and a lot clumsier, but still. You're not getting rid of me anytime soon."
While the smile remained on her face, the corners of it softened slightly as she lowered her head. The sensation of her forehead against yours was quickly becoming familiar in every sense of the word. How long would you be able to go without the sensation if she had to leave?
It didn't help in the slightest when her eyes closed, her nose bumping against yours and her lips grazing yours slightly as she spoke.
"I wouldn't dream of it, usana."
*********
Irony could be used to both ruin and improve one's day and existence, and it seemed that the universe had taken a break from showing you the former use. At least for the time being. But you'd take every second of peace and affection you could get, especially when it came to Shuri's presence.
It didn't matter if that peace was being threatened with the arrival of Okoye and Eza, for their arrival signified that it was time to discuss and theorize more about the events of last night and the events that had led up to it all. But as cheesy as it sounded, as long as Shuri was there, it'd make it a little easier to get through it all. Especially if she was set on standing so close to you that you could feel her body heat seeping into the side of your clothing.
The air surrounding the two of you had drastically changed, and for two incredibly observant and intelligent women like Eza and Okoye, it was easy to guess why. To be completely honest, they had felt the change as soon as they had stepped into the lab, and it surely helped when the two of you had sprung apart, your eyes wide and your breathing slightly heavier than normal as they entered. Your hand had raised, landing on your lips that still tingled from the multiple kisses Shuri had placed on them only seconds before they walked in, and your eyes had averted away from them and to Shuri, who only sported a small, knowing smile. There had been a glimmer in her eye, one of mischief and confidence as she looked back at you, closing the gap that you had instinctually put between the two of you.
And she had yet to move from that spot since then, even as you all delved into a conversation that was inevitable and more than a little nerve-wracking. The constant brushing of her arm against yours was a little reminder of her presence. "Every single person we apprehended had the same symbol as Ose Iraba…and every single one of them refuses to say anything about where they meet, who their leader is, where they operate out of," The frustration is clear and unwavering in Okoye's voice. One of her hands wave around, her motions agitated and matching the tone of her words, "They live their life with the sole purpose of making sure their… 'religion' is not exposed in any way."
"They don't want their religion exposed, yet they're planning attacks on villages and killing innocent civilians?"
Your voice is incredulous, showcasing the disbelief as clear as day for the rest of them to hear. It doesn't make sense to you.
For a cult that valued secrecy, they sure were hellbent on making sure they were known, albeit, infamously. It only made you question exactly how far they were willing to go to achieve their final goal; the one that involved them forcing their religion and their beliefs on every willing and unwilling person alike.
If they truly thought that they could accomplish their mission in a country as fortified and armed as Wakanda, they were truly delusional and dangerous beyond all logic.
"Their actions aren't exactly sensible, we've seen that. They seem to be grasping at straws and doing whatever they can to forcibly recruit followers while also having enough sense to place the blame on Salvation of Order. The problem that we now have is they know we're onto them."
"Okoye's right. If they didn't know after we apprehended Iraba, then they'll definitely know now. We've got about a dozen of them in cells- word is undoubtedly spreading amongst them."
You had the resist the strong urge to punch the air at yet another damn obstacle popping up and you were willing to bet that it wouldn't be the last. Your suspicions were only confirmed when a thought popped into your mind, your eyes widening slightly at the ramifications of it.
"And if they know we're onto them, they'll want to hurry up and complete their plan…that we don't know a damn thing about."
There was a collective sigh of disappointment and frustration that swept through the lab at your words; it was so disheartening that you immediately felt the need to apologize, even though you had spoken the truth. Eza sat heavily on a stool, one of her hands raising to rub at her forehead as she grimaced slightly.
"I can keep trying with those we apprehended, but it isn't looking good." She started, shrugging lightly and looking between the three of you. "What I've gathered so far is that they love talking about the importance of their mission, but never what makes it important. Of course, we know that they want to convert the world to their religion, starting with Wakanda, but there's something we're missing. They have a final plan, that much is clear. But they're damn good at hiding any details to it."
"Even then, someone's had to have heard something. There's always a big mouth in a group, even a cult. If we just found someone who's had interactions with the cult then we could-"
A silence descended over the lab as you paused, your eyebrows furrowing momentarily. Your thoughts were running on nothing but desperation for a solution of some kind, and as much was evident in the outlandish, yet possible, solution that started to form.
You met all of their gazes, your expression blank as you came up with questions and answered them yourself before proposing them to the rest of the group. It was worth a shot…right? There was only one way to find out. But there were still a lot of questions and logistics you couldn't figure out. There were even more risks, and those were just the ones you could think about. Okoye would undoubtedly have more, as the plan would involve a level of strategy and skill that you did not possess.
The sound of your name being spoken softly broke you out of your reverie, your eyes immediately looking over at Shuri. You couldn't recall if she had been the one to call you or not, but judging by the slightly worried look on her face, she had noticed your state of distraction.
"What about Nondri?"
At their various levels of confusion being directed towards you, a deep sigh left your mouth. You straightened, bracing yourself for the reactions you would receive before telling them of the plan that had spontaneously popped up in your mind.
Nondri was the only person you all had access to who'd had multiple conversations with a member of the cult; given, they were against her will, unfortunately, and were usually filled with threats and directives…but she'd had more conversations with them than you all had. She had more of a chance of finding something out than any of you, simply because of her circumstances.
What you proposed involved…well, it was essentially sending Nondri undercover. She would use her means of communication to reach out to someone under the guise of wanting to finally join the cult. It wasn't as far-fetched as you thought it to be, especially since she had been threatened numerous times by the cult; to anyone, it made sense that she'd want to join the cult in order to keep her and her family safe.
The implications of your idea seemed to dawn on all of them at the same time, yet they had different reactions.
Eza's head tilted, her eyebrows furrowing in contemplation. It was clear that she was pondering the possibilities of the plan you were proposing…but less could be said for Okoye.
"You want to send a civilian into the field to infiltrate an incredibly dangerous and unstable cult?"
There was an unsurprising amount of exasperation and disbelief in her voice, but admittedly, the intensity behind the two emotions made you falter just slightly. Maybe you underestimated just how desperate you all were. Or maybe you overestimated just how logical this plan was.
"Well, when you put it like that-"
"Not only that, but it's the same cult that has threatened her and her family? The same cult that has threatened you? Threatened Shuri?"
To those who didn't know Okoye in the slightest, it would be easy to guess that her reaction stemmed from the tactical errors that surely riddled your plan; after all, you were no tactical mastermind or a General like her; but you knew the real reason behind her reaction.
You were smart enough to notice and acknowledge the risk factor that came with the plan, but your thoughts and opinions were only filtered through your mind- one that had nowhere near the level of education or skill level of Okoye's. She possessed the mind of a General in every sense of the word, which meant her mind was undoubtedly running through every risk and every consequence she could possibly think of. And if they were causing her to react this strongly, then just maybe you should've kept your thoughts to yourself.
"Okoye, I get that, but how else can we get answers? I don't know a lot about Wakanda, but I know that you all aren't too keen on torturing the answer out of any of the cult members. The quickest way we can get those answers is being on the inside of their operation- and the only person who has any chance of doing that is Nondri."
A quick glance showed that while Shuri hadn't said anything yet, her eyebrows were furrowed as she presumably thought of the ramifications of the plan. Yes, it was a wild one…but if there was one thing you knew for a fact, it was that Shuri could be just as reckless and impulsive as the plan was. You had seen it firsthand, and you were sure that there had been other instances…but you'd appreciate it greatly if she spoke up at any time.
"That is your problem- there is no 'quick' way to go about this, Y/N." Okoye straightened, stepping in the center of the room and towards you. Despite the intensity in her tone, her eyes told a different story; one that was rather easy to interpret.
"Sending her in could result in her being taken and killed if they find out her true motive. Sending her in could result in them torturing her for information that she's found out while staying behind these palace walls. This is not one of your little American spy movies where we send Nondri in and she just barely gets out with all of the answers to our problems. This is real life-"
"Okoye, konele."
The sternness in Shuri's voice didn't go unnoticed; it couldn't. Where her voice was usually light and easygoing, even when discussing the overall problem you all dealt with, it now took on that tone that only a ruler could pull off. Heavy with a warning, but light enough not to be seen as cruel or ruthless; it fit her perfectly.
If you weren't so busy admitting to yourself how much Okoye had just picked apart the plan without even trying to pick it apart, you would have acknowledged the shiver that went down your spine at hearing it fall from her lips. How is it that even after giving in to a small portion of those desires it became harder for you to hide how attracted you were to her? If anything, you'd thought it'd be easier to hide, mainly because there was nothing else to hide.
You were oh, so incredibly wrong, but that could be contemplated at a later time. For now, you'd just focus on the debate that was sure to begin between the Queen and the General- two of the most hardheaded and stubborn people you knew, especially when it came to the safety of their beloved country.
"A lot of things could go wrong, but the same could be said for any plan we come up with- and as of right now, this is the only plan we have."
"This is barely a plan, Shuri-"
"It's the closest thing we've got to one, Okoye-"
The two women were too engaged in their own debate to notice the newcomer standing at the entrance of the lab, her hands fidgeting with the palace-appointed clothing that was given to her. Her eyes looked between the four of you, something indistinguishable in them that matched the downturned expression of her mouth.
Somehow, you knew exactly what was about to leave her mouth before she said it, but it still surprised you nonetheless.
"I'll do it."
Nondri had spoken barely above a whisper, but the weight her words held was enough to pause the scene she had walked in on. Shuri and Okoye's words halted, both of their surprised expressions quickly turning to the woman as she stepped more into the lab.
Her shoulders were slightly hunched, presumably weighed down with what her words would mean for her now that she had said them aloud.
"I'll do it. I'll…I'll go undercover for you."
The silence grew after her words, allowing all of you to picture what would happen now that you all were one step closer to having a plan; one that could potentially get you closer to a resolution for this mess.
Surprisingly, Eza was the first to talk as she approached Nondri, her voice gentle but unwavering as she spoke.
"Nondri…do you know what you're agreeing to right now? You'll be sent undercover, sent to infiltrate a group of people we know next to nothing about, except for the fact that they’re incredibly unstable and ruthless. Do you understand that?"
You couldn't tell whether Eza's words were meant to intimidate or inform Nondri, though you were willing to bet that they did both. If the look of pure apprehension and barely concealed fear on her face was anything to go by, Eza's words had done both…yet she still nodded, attempting to straighten her spine.
"I know. And I still want to do it. If… this gets you all one step closer to taking them down, then I'll do whatever I can to help. I'm tired of just sitting here in fear- I want to help."
As she spoke, her words slowly gained confidence. There was still the slightest bit of fear lacing them, but that was understandable; she was willingly putting herself in a position where so much could go wrong at any time.
Silence settled over the room, filled with unease and anxiety that was palpable for every person in the room. But along with that anxiety was a sense of…determination. It was slightly different from before when you all had first captured Ose Iraba…no, this was a determination that was tinged with a bit of hope.
But none of you dared to hope too much. Not when so much was on the line.
The silence was broken as Shuri sighed, nodding and looking between you and the other three women.
"I have an idea…but I should alert the council of what we've found. They've undoubtedly heard about what happened last night, and they're undoubtedly waiting for an explanation."
A sound leaves Okoye's mouth, close to a laugh that lacks its humor. One of her hands is thrown up in exasperation as she approaches Shuri, her eyebrows raised and knowing.
"You want to tell the Council that we're letting someone they recently thought a domestic terrorist help us in this mission? Someone who's been behind these palace walls? They'll never stand for it."
Instead of answering immediately, Shuri turned to face Okoye, her eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes hold an inquisitive look, but it only turned into one of finality. She nodded once in reply before speaking.
"They don't have to like it; they just have to agree to it."
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konele : enough
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A/N: the kiss- THE KISS
Loved writing this scene, I’ve been waiting to write it, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Y’all know how close I was to letting it go past just kissing? To let Shuri do exactly what she wanted to and swipe all that shit off of her DESK IN HER OFFICE-
Chile I had to stop myself. Mainly because I already plan on one of the future chapters having smut in it...but I want it to be a big thing y’know (absolutely no pun intended). It’s supposed to happen after [REDACTED] because it just makes it more special, ESPEcially because [REDACTED], you know?? So, it’ll happen- just not now! <3 BUT ANYWAY! I hope y’alls’s weekends went well and I hope your week goes well!
Stay safe, y’all! 
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Omg, this might be odd or something but can you pls do Shuri x Pregnant!femreader? I feel like shuri would be so overprotective trying not to hurt the reader or making sure the reader won’t get hurt
𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ
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pairings : shuri x pregnant!fem!reader
tags/warnings : pregnancy trope(tbh idk why this is a warning but apparently some people dislike it),
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[■] now shuri is already very overprotective over you, but it just doubled over when you've stated the news that you're pregnant.
[□] the first few weeks of your pregnancy was alright, you can still do lots of things by your own like how you usually do. But even if you tell your beloved queen that, she still insists on doing things for you.
[□] you and shuri were definitely worried yet excited about how these months of pregnancy would go. although you tried not to think badly and stress yourself out because you didn't want anything happening to your sweet baby.
[□] now that's where shuri steps in. she comforts you in so many ways to stop you from stressing out, she'll hold your hand, press kisses on the side of your lips, and hun a lullaby your mother always sang to you when you were a mere baby.
[□] shuri doesn't mind ditching her work just to be there for you. you're most definitely more important now that you're more vulnerable just carrying a whole human inside you. you liked to stay in bed for awhile for some reason, and you certainly got more tired easily. so shuri is there for you when you're about to drift to sleep as she caressed your hair.
[□] you most definitely not want to be helpless, even if you're pregnant. one time you were about to carry sets of boxes on your own before shuri stopped you. yeah, having you in her lab was definitely a big no-no when you forget you have a whole baby in you.
[□] after a few months in your pregnancy and your stomach is more larger now, shuri got more protective and always worried about you. she wasn't always by your side like when you were in the first few weeks in your pregnancy since you were always in the room. but that didn't stop her from worrying over you and the baby.
[□] it is said after all that you need to stay active during pregnancy, so when you're just sleeping and laying around all day must be also a no-no, right?
[□] and that's when she came up with the amazing and totally original idea of you taking walks around the garden like how you always did before you got pregnant. It was definitely tiring for you, but you didn't complain because you'd do anything to keep your beloved baby healthy.
[□] when she has time, shuri joins you when you're still doing your walks. the peacefulness was destroyed whenever shuri opens her mouth to say something concerned related, and it definitely ticked you off. No offense, you still love your precious queen.
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"If you're feeling tired, just tell me okay? Well go rest immediately." You only hummed at her words, keeping your head high as you shut your eyes, feeling the sun kiss your skin whilst you breathed in the fresh air.
"Dont— trip on that rock." You hear the Queen mutter hastily, and you can hear a sound if feet shuffling on the ground, followed by a rock being kicked aside. You opened your eyes, seeing shuri shove multiple pebbles to the side, clearing away your path.
You muffled a giggle with the back of your hand. Seeing your Queen worry about you was such an adorable sight to be witnessing. You cleared your throat, your hand coming down to your belly as you gently caressed it. "My love, it's just pebbles, leave it be."
Shuri huffs at your words, glaring at the poor innocent pebbles on the ground.
"Are you okay?" She turns to you, her glare shifting to a more softer and worried one. You exhaled through your nose, waving her off. "I should be the one asking you that. Seriously, you worry so much for me, when was the last time you focused on yourself?"
Shuri frowned at that, realizing you're right. "Mm' sorry, beloved. It's just that I want you in good shape and not hurt yourself." She states, walking closer to you as she hugs you from behind, making you stop on your tracks.
You let out a small breathy laugh as you help her hand come on your stomach, gently rubbing it.
"You don't have to do all the work yourself, okay? We do this together." You softly state as you felt her nod on your shoulder. She places her chin on top of your shoulder, glancing at you with a fond look.
"Alright, beloved."
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