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artofemmanation · 1 year

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axailslink · 5 months

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You must think me a fool

Dark!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Warrior FEM reader

Synopsis: Her people fear her she slaughtered a community just to save them but has she also lost her humanity? Can she force the image of a domesticated lifestyle with you who wants nothing to do with her? To do with a murderer?

"Marry? what reason do I need to marry?" Shuri doesn't take her eyes off of her past projects trying to find some sort of flaw something to update so that she doesn't let herself get completely drowned in her royal affairs. "They fear you Shuri. Do you not care?" Shuri rolls one of her kimoyo beads around in the palm of her hand "of course I care Okoye but I can't parade as if I am not upset my mother-" "your mother would want you to continue your life not sulk and-" "-you are not dora milaje anymore why do you insist on giving me guidance?" Okoye is silenced in this moment because she is right she's not Dora milaje "I am family that's why I persist but please keep acting the way you do and push the only family away you have left. To be the smartest woman I know you surely make the most idiotic decisions when you're upset. Umntwana (a child.)"

Shuri has a point to prove so here she sits in the middle of common folks equivalent to a living room but nothing in comparison four pillars on each corner of the room no doors but instead large arched paths that lead you to the next room or a hallway that leads to the next room. Candles light the room instead of lights so it's dimly lit not a lot but enough to see whoever resides in said room. You're nowhere in sight because this meeting as your mother said is "none of your concern" even though you're sure when you hear the truths behind it you'll disagree.

"You want my daughters hand in marriage?" The older lady sitting across from Shuri is astonished because what in the mother of above has possessed Shuri to ask for such a thing? "I don't understand you've disappeared from her life and now you want her hand?" "I'm begging for your daughter's hand I need to fool my people and she is one of the few women I've ever been interested in as a friend or as a potential queen." Shock reads the woman's face and the candles only deepen the creases on her face as she makes a contorted facial expression as she forces her next words "as much as I am willing to do so I don't think she's as willing as I." Shuri keeps her face straight unsure why a friend would not be willing to help her in such a time of need "could I speak to her?" The hesitation reaches the woman's voice before it even spills from her lips "she's... She's sparing maybe another time princess?" Shuri cocks her head at being called the wrong title but it's only momentarily "queen my title is "queen" it hasn't been "princess" in a very long time and I wish to speak with her." Before the conversation can continue and Shuri is given more time to disrespect your mother she goes to say her final piece to her "your people are dying from sickness, your animals too, your greenery can't be taken care of if the people who care for them can barely stand. My people are healthy and strong I wouldn't be opposed to lending you a hand if you lend me her hand." Your mother would never make a decision like this without your knowledge and Shuri knows it but it wouldn't hurt to tip the scale a bit in her favor before she spoke to you.

Shuri doesn't give her a chance to give a response before she wanders out of the dimly lit space into the dark hall feeling her bare feet on the rocks as she approaches the sparring room. She watches for a while as you seem to annihilate some kid with her own weapon when caught off guard you kick the tiny dagger out of the little girl's hand and Shuri is quick to grab it. "You must think yourself a worthy opponent Shuri" Shuri let's her eyes scan you and the white thin cloth that she can't believe you would call a dress "no hugs?" You smile "now why would I hug a murderer?"

"Using the common words I thought the term was a "warrior" I guess you no longer think me a friend?" You gently sign to the child to leave you both be and she does running off on the tips of her toes. "You slaughtered a community Shuri I don't think I can forgive you for that" Shuri nods as approaches you but you still your stance barely noticing the cuts lined upon your arms leaking blood onto the granite floor "it was my people or theirs I was sure you of all people would understand."

"We aged together but I would never murder you know this... You killed. Since when have we done that?" You both circle each other wondering who will pounce first? It could be you with your perfect stance ready to throw Shuri off if she does or it could be Shuri ready to attack if you so far as think to jump. "I was protecting my people!" You shake your head "you were looking for a reason to mask your revenge!" Shuri sighs the breath being the moment of letting her guard down that you just seemed to be waiting for because you grab Shuri by her neck and turn her so quickly she can't get a hold of you. Crouching behind you bring her down with you your knee pressed firmly into her back uncomfortably behind her spinal cord as the other hand stays firmly on her neck "What brings the murderer to my palace?" Shuri gasps carefully her Adams apple bobs beneath the feel of your rough fingers.

"Marry me" you grip loosens just for a moment at the shock of her words and she takes advantage sliding the dagger up your leg and breaking herself free "awukwazi ukuba serious (you can't be serious)" Shuri nods. "I simply need a favor and I shall give you one in return." You shake your head as you hold your leg "no whatever it is no. Absolutely not."

"Your people are dying"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are sick"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are vegetarian yet I see no greenery what are they eating?"

"Get out." Shuri sighs "let me help" "I don't want your help I don't even know who you are" "I am your friend" Shuri begs you with her eyes but you don't want to hear any words coming from her lips. "Marry me put on a facade and I will feed your people so well they'll be fat. I will help grow the greenery and get rid of the sickness that has consumed you all just fake this one thing for me. Don't be selfish." You sigh and stand up letting the blood drip down your leg "you move different Shuri Udaku..." Shuri says nothing now letting you get your turn to speak "it's not elegant it's not queenly you move like you care for nothing but yourself I'm sure that's true."

"I care about you..."

"You must think me a fool."

Within a few hours you're with Shuri on her way back to the kingdom you don't put up a fight after the conversation earlier. The faster you do this the faster your people get better it's sick of Shuri to cut a proposition like this really but it comes to surprise to you that she'd do something so evil. You're right she does move differently. She moves like a queen who doesn't deserve have her throne.

A/n: this took a big turn not even going to lie this was supposed to be some enemies to lovers y'all wasn't even supposed to know each other but once again I took a plot and ran with it. Also very unedited I have some military related stuff just wanted to give y'all something because it's been a very long time and I do apologize for that.

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Prompt Request: Hiii Can you maybe write a Shuri x fem!reader smut with prompts 3, 5 and 6? Where Shuri was busy in the lab for some time so they didn’t have sex for a while and Shuri just comes to her and fucks her brains out in the middle of the day because she was finally done with whatever she was doing. And omfg if you can write vibranium strap!Shuri it would be amazing Thank you <3

Smut #3: “I want you now”

Smut #5: “You can get louder can’t you”

Smut #6: “Don’t cum yet”

To say you were pinning for the princess was an understatement. You have been busy with meetings and conferences. She's been in the lab for the past 2 weeks with her head buried in her work. You wished she was buried between your thighs instead. You've used your own fingers but it's not the same. You squeezed your legs together before letting a sigh leave your lips. Maybe a shower would take it down a notch. You got up and grabbed your things before walking to the bathroom. You draped your towel over your neck as you turned in the water, feeling for the right temperature.

Back in the lab the princess was feeling every bit of sexual tension within her. She has to finish this sequence or else Okoye's new suit won't be complete. She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss you. The both of you have been too busy to be with each other. Shuri in her lab and you with the Wakanda outreach program. When she saw you this morning it took everything in her being not to take you right then and there. She found herself thinking about the way you would whimper when she buried her fingers deep inside you. How easily you take her. She ran a hand over her face and grabbed a random chain from the sequence and placed it towards the bottom. She had to clear her thoughts of you before the wet spot in her boy shorts got bigger. Her eyes widened when she saw the link change from white to green and she clapped her hands. "Finally! Grio print it!" She said walking out of the lab.

You climbed out of the shower with the towel wrapped around you with a frown. You tried to ease the throbbing sensation between your legs but it's still there even though you came. You made your way to the dresser before the door to your bedroom opened. You jumped at the intrusion ready to tell off whoever it was until you turned to see Shuri.

"Princess? Is there something wrong?" She stares at you and takes a couple of long strides before her lips find yours. You were taken by surprise but didn't question her when her hands cupped your cheeks. The kiss was everything but slow. Heated. Passionate. Impatient. Her tongue pushed against your lip and you sighed to allow her access. Your hands left your towel, letting the fabric fall to the floor. She pulled away to look you over before taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I want you now." Her lips wasted no time latching onto your neck as you fisted the dress she wore. She nudged you backwards until your back hit the bed. Her lips never left yours as she sat up on her knees lifting your leg over her hip. Her hand slipped between the two of you, sliding over your folds with ease due to your arousal. You bucked into her hand as she circled your clit with a slow pace. It didn't take long for her to slip two fingers inside you. You let your head fall onto the pillow as she rubbed against your walls. It felt like it's been too long since you were under her like this. Your stomach tightened in knots and you wiggled your hips, signaling you were close to your release.

"Don't cum yet." Not being able to hold back the whine when she chuckled as she pulled her wet fingers out of you. She brought her hand up your face and you opened your mouth to suck on her digits. "Fuck me." She reached for the dresser and you licked your lips in anticipation as you knew what was coming. She slid the strap you two would use but this one looks different. It's bigger. She must have noticed your face expression as she let out a laugh.

"It's a new one I cooked up in the lab. I feel whatever it feels. You'll be fine I promise. Now turn around and bend over." She commanded and you pushed your chest into the mattress while putting your hands behind your back. Her hands ran over the curve of your ass as she glided the tip over your folds. She buried inside you and you let out a groan into the pillow.

"Fuck. So tight for me." She moaned out as she slowly started thrusting her hips. The blasted thing was amazing. She could feel the way you clenched down on the strap while she fucked you. Her hand came down to grab hold of your wrists while you moaned into the pillow. "Come on you can get louder can't you." She pushed further into you and you lost yourselves in the pleasure as she sped up her pace. Chasing the release you both so craved. Her head fell back and you felt the coil inside you snap. The feeling of you releasing on the strap sent her over the edge and she stilled behind you. She slowly pulled out of you letting your juices trickle down your thighs. She rubbed her finger over your thigh, catching some of it before putting her digit in her mouth.

"Delicious. Just as I remember." She grinned as she slowly turned you over. "Care to give me one more?"

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴅ

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.2k

Synopsis: In your embrace, Shuri reflects on how far she’s come, and how your love has helped her through it all.

Warnings: mentions of t’challa and ramonda’s death, slight angst, overall bittersweet fluff, vulnerable!shuri

A/N: this was written as me taking a break from writing the series for a bit due to some blockage. I think it’s pretty cute…we need some vulnerable!shuri in our lives. Suggested Songs: "I Gotta Find Peace of Mind" by Lauryn Hill, "Not Today" by Alessia Cara

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It’s midnight, Shuri is sure of it. She can tell by the height of which the moon hangs in the sky, how brightly it shines into her bedchambers, casting a soft white-ish blue glow into the room. It stretches as far as the the frame of her floor to ceiling windows will allow it, cutting off just as the glow covers her large bed, of which she rests in. She’s propped up against the headboard, the moon’s shine casting an ethereal glow upon her cocoa skin. She sports a simple black sleepshirt, one that belonged to her brother years ago. It used to be a dress on her, swallowing her frame, and while it’s still rather baggy on her, she’s grown into the certain pieces she’s stolen from his closet as a late teenager. They’re part of the last remaining memorabilia of her brother, T’Challa. She doesn’t cry when she wears his clothes anymore. She slips into them, allowing the faint scent of sage and teakwood to envelop her, and she remembers the good days instead.

On her right hand, a ring rests on her thumb. It was her mothers; thick and gold and as shiny as if it were made that day. It is designed to replicate the look of a braid - at least, she has always believed that to be the case - with loops and interlocking of parts of the band that follow around the circumference of it. Shuri can hear her mother’s voice now - perhaps it is her own mind conjuring up the memory of her mother lecturing her on the meaning of it, perhaps it is actually her mother speaking beyond the Ancestral Plane - and she is reminded of it’s meaning; the depiction of infiniteness in any aspect of the wearer’s discretion. In Ramonda’s case, it was made to depict the infiniteness of her love; for her family, for her people, for her country - both maiden and current.

Love, Shuri thinks; yes, her mother’s love is indeed infinite. She feels her mother’s presence in the moon - soft, regal, and calm, just as it was when she was alive.

Her hand is placed atop yours, and she smiles softly. She is having yours made at this very moment, in the traditional way it was originally created. She thought you’d like it that way. She hopes you do.

It would only be a small token of Shuri’s affections for you, but nonetheless, one with much meaning. She remembers how she was originally apprehensive when meeting you. She was apprehensive about everything back then. Yet now, you’ve secured yourself a place in her bed, and have carved yourself a place in her heart, and Shuri could no longer imagine life without you.

It was a terrifying feeling, Shuri remembers, opening up to someone once more, much less, falling in love. Romance was never intended to be a part of her story, you see. Shuri no more believed in love than she did in the Ancestral Plane, in the traditions of old. She had been married to her occupation as a scientist for the majority of her life, and even after the devastations of war and the death of her family, she never yearned for a romantic partner. And yet, you’d changed her entire perspective on the subject matter in ways even she couldn’t comprehend.

Shuri sighs as she traces your sleeping figure, commemorating your facial features to memory as she had done numerous times before, but always found herself mesmerized time and time again.

Your love was something Shuri could never comprehend. It was an equation she’d become comfortable not being able to solve. She’d come to understand that perhaps there were things in the world that didn’t need to be explained, and if it meant she could experience the love you’d provided for her for the rest of her days, then Shuri would willfully bask in her own ignorance for as long as need be.

Your love was gentle. No matter how harsh her words or standoffish nature was, the feathery touch of your affection always reeled her back into you.

Your love was deep. She felt it in her core with every kiss, becoming one with her bone marrow and spreading outwards to the rest of her body.

Your love was healing. Shuri had believed herself to be broken beyond repair, and yet, when you came into her life, you helped her pick up the pieces, fitting them back together. You’d cultivated the monarch into a woman who learned from her pain, using it as a guide.

Your love was peaceful. It quelled the darkness in her mind that plagued her existence. On days where it became hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to exist - your tender touch and the beat of your heart gave her peace of mind.

That’s what you are, Shuri thinks, you are my peace of mind.

A hum erupts from your lips, and a small puddle of guilt forms in Shuri’s stomach as you stir awake, believing herself to be the cause of your broken slumber. Your eyes flutter open, and the soft irises that come to meet her own absolutely melts her. It almost pushes away that guilt, and with it, the apology that is ready to spill from her lips. Feeling her gaze soften on you, a small, sleepy smile graces your lips.

“My love, you’re not supposed to be up,” You murmur, your shoulders shifting, causing the blanket covering them to slip off ever so slightly, “come here, baby.”

Shuri doesn’t even think twice about obeying your request. She’s more than happy to oblige, sliding down the mattress to match your position, facing you. Shifting onto your back, you pull Shuri’s head to rest on your chest, and she wraps her strong arms around your body, allowing the warmth of your body to penetrate her cold skin. She shudders softly, which is soon soothed by your hand caressing her back, smoothing out the fabric of her sleepshirt. She more than welcomes it.

“Thinking too much again?” You hum. Shuri feels the vibrations of your voice through your chest. She nots into your skin, nuzzling deep into the crevice of your neck, finding comfort in your warmth and your scent.

“Relax, beloved,” you whisper to her, your hand trailing up to the nape of her neck, gently caressing the blunt fuzz that was her undercut, your thumb stroking the space lovingly, “I have you. Let your mind rest.”

Shuri nods into your neck once more. It only takes three deep inhales of your scent for the monarch to feel her mind already slowing to a halt. You continue to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, as her body gradually relaxes into your hold. It takes a few minutes, but soon, Shuri stills, her heart rate leveling out as she falls into slumber, still holding you close. You are just as much of her anchor when she’s asleep as when she’s awake.

And as this nightly ritual comes to an end, with the two of you holding each other impossibly close, basking in your love underneath the moonlight, Shuri’s final thoughts before she gives in to the sleep that begs for her, is she has found her peace of mind; and her peace of mind will forever be you.

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lunawritingspaceoxoxxx · 1 year

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The Moon and The Ocean

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The princess was a strange one, not Princess Shuri, but the one where King T’Chaka and Queen Ramonda found her as a baby near the shoreline with no mother or father. Ramonda had given birth 6 months ago to their daughter Shuri and T’Chaka was hesitant to add another child to the mixture, but Ramonda convinced him and it was almost as if Bast blessed them because (Y/N) was the final piece to the puzzle.

“(Y/N).....(Y/N)! Open your ears, sister! What do you have going on in that mind of yours?” She jumped as Shuri snapped her fingers before sped around the lab. She glanced at the scientist as she scrambled through her files. “Shuri, what are you looking for?” Shuri was paying her no attention as she let out a whoop of success before heading downstairs, the taller woman falling suit. (Y/N)’s long skirt flowed like waves in the ocean, she dressed like her mother, very formal and always in long dresses or skirts,but she typically wore neutral colors like green, brown, tan, but black and white was her bread and butter.

(Y/N) attempted to make conversation, but only to be met with silence and the occasional huh, so she decided to go to the heart of the capital. Slipping past the Dora Milaje as her giggles carried throughout the wind. “Princess (Y/N), what do you think you’re doing here?”

“M’Baku, if you could be any louder?” The leader of the Jabari chuckled as he squatted down, getting a good look at the young woman. “But if you wanted to know, I’m wandering around, everyone has important things to handle.” M’Baku nodded as he watched over the citizens of Wakanda, sending Jabari tribesmen further out. “What about your other tasks? The children have been missing your presence in the classes along with Nakia.”

She awkwardly looked away, rubbing her arms. She missed interacting with the children, but since Nakia left Wakanda, it never felt right. “Maybe I’ll talk to Queen mother about starting the program again, it would be nice. I…Nakia was my buffer, you know how I don’t really fit in and she put the time and effort into getting to know me for me and not just as a princess that has no claim to the throne.”

M’Baku leaned against his staff as he rolled his eyes. “Your outcome could be different,Hanuman sees a different path for you, one that is brighter than anyone among the Wakandan royal family.” (Y/N) gave a pointed look with her hands on her hips. “I’m not marrying you, M’Baku.” He’s been chasing her ever since they met as children, hoping down from the beam, he still towered over her. “I wasn’t even proposing. but you have an aura that’s a fire, but it’s not violent, it's caring and nurturing. Unlike your sister or-”

She placed her hand on his chest, effectively shutting him up as she gave him that look, tired of Hanuman speeches along with how different she was, it was irritating enough to be reminded that she wasn’t truly wakandan. “M’Baku, I appreciate your….advice, but I’m a normal woman, that’s all. Now, I must go, enjoy the rest of your day.” Picking up her skirts, she started her trek back to the palace, ignoring the eyes that stared daggers into her back as she left.

Nightfall soon fell, the citizens retiring for the night, all except one, (Y/N) had bouts of insomnia and nothing worked for her. Slipping on some slippers, she made her way to the river. She spent the majority of her nights there, enjoying the sounds of nature, but tonight she grabbed her art supplies as she wanted to create another piece. It’s months that she felt inspired enough to even look at her blank canvas, dusk collecting her tools and she almost felt like she lost her passion.

After T’Challa’s passing, she felt the world stop, she couldn’t breathe; it was as if someone stole the air from her lungs and held it hostage. She remembered that day vividly, she flinched at Shuri’s screams,watching her younger sister reach for their brother’s cold body. Queen Ramonda was already ushered out, sobbing as Okoye held her as she tried fighting her own tears. “(Y/N)?” M’Baku questioned as wrapped his arms around her. He gently rubbed her back as she sobbed into his chest, watching as they placed the white sheet over T’Challa’s body.

She sighed as she came to, laying her blanket out as she made herself comfortable. The moonlight was a comforting light, it felt like a mother’s love; warm and unconditional love. Something that she craved, being an outsider was hard; no one really talked to her, most didn’t trust her even though she’s lived here her entire life, but no one has actually tried it with her because she was technically a member of the royal family.

She prepped her canvas, cursing as her locs fell across her face, knowing she was forgetting something. Unbeknownst to her, a figure was watching her, barely hovering over the water line. His dark eyes roamed her curvaceous figure, childbearing hips and with her breasts almost spilling from the top of mauve silk nightdress. He slowly moved closer to her, not wanting to startle her as he could hear sing softly as she painted away, unaware of his presence.

As he moved closer, he bit his lip at her full lips, soft round face, that he could only imagine how they felt against his. He could only imagine how heavenly she felt, plush as the finest furs and he couldn’t fathom her not being taken yet. He’s watched for years, children naturally flock to her; treating them with the utmost respect and care. “Ndingazilibala njani iibrashi zam?” She muttered as she rummaged through her bag. A forgetful little thing, it’s either primary colors or tonight, it’s brushes.

(Y/N) hummed a childhood nursery rhyme as she painted, the subject was unknown, she knew it was a man, he seemed to be a divine entity, the regal look he wore. She paused as she heard footsteps, jumping back. “Relajar, chan.” Her eyes shot daggers at him as she tried putting distance between them. “What are you even saying?! You came out of nowhere and…” She paused at the site of wings on his ankles, disturbed and confused by this mysterious man. “Who are you anyways and how did you get in here?” She knew he wasn’t wakandan, his native language, his attire was foriegn to her. He chuckled as he stepped closer to her, the scent of the ocean rolled off of him in waves.

“My allies call me K’uk’ulkan, but my enemies call me Namor, but Princess (Y/N), you can call me, In ajawo’. (My king) I’ve been watching you for some time now and your beauty and grace is unmatched, truly ethereal.” His rough hand barely grazed her cheek as he looked down at her, her eyes filled with wonder before she suddenly pulled away. “I don’t care, but why are you here? How did you sneak past the barrier?” He chuckled as he looked around, enjoying the cool weather. Everything was much more…cleaner, the water wasn’t polluted, the sea thrived in this area. “You're very lucky, ko’oj, I’ve seen how Wakanda treats you, a very beautiful and intelligent woman, who happens to be an outsider adopted by the Queen. In Talokan, my people would welcome you, some of my people have seen your struggles to be accepted and we sympathize with that.”

Namor stepped away as footsteps got louder, he knew he couldn’t risk being caught this early on. “Until next time, ko’oj.” “Princess (Y/N)!” She jumped when Okoye and Ayo stepped through the bush, spears drawn as they surrounded her. “Okoye, what’s the meaning of this? I was just painting-” The young woman fell silent at Okoye’s glare, shyly looking away. “What did I tell you? You cannot be out here this late at night, your mother-” “Ngoba? Andikho kuluhlu lobukhosi, ukhuseleko lwam alukho kuqala kuye.” (Why? I am not next in line for the throne, my safety is not her priority.) (Y/N) said as she hurriedly grabbed her slippies, trying not to cry from frustration. “Why? It doesn’t matter if you’re not in line for the throne, your mother still wants to see you safe. We can’t do that if you’re going to sneak out.” Ayo spoke, planting her spear into the ground.

Wordlessly (Y/N) headed back towards the palace, ignoring Okoye’s and Ayo’s questioning. Queen Ramonda sighed in relief as her daughter walked through the living area. “She wasn’t hurt or anything?” “No, my queen, she’s fine, but just irritated.” Ramonda rolled her eyes as she stood from the sofa. “Of course she is, when she’s not?” Okoye cleared her throat, shuffling on her feet awkwardly. “My Queen, may I suggest, she was sent to live with Nakia? Maybe that would be a better environment for her?”

“I just lost my son and my other daughter has pushed me away, why would I send one away especially now?” Okoye stayed silent, knowing if she spoke one more word, she would incur her wrath. Ramonda truly cared for (Y/N), but she couldn’t treat her like she did Shuri. No matter what, the council would never recognize her as a member of the royal family. Ramonda knew it strained their bond as (Y/N) grew older, but it wasn’t just with her only, it affected everyone else’s. Dinners would be lively and full of smiles, until it just became Ramonda.T’Challa’s illness consumed him and Shuri had taken the responsibility to cure him.

Namor quietly painted, deep within his thoughts, frustrated that the conversation was cut short. Those pesky warriors always seem to be tracking her, which he understands, but she was adopted, she has no claim–nothing, so why are they so adamant on keeping her safe? “K’uk’ulkan, Ba'axten j-binech chúunk'iin o'niak. Yaan k beel cautelosos yéetel leti'ob.”(Why did you leave late last night? We need to be cautious about them.) Namor placed his brush down,sighing as he stood to his full height. “Namora, Ba'axten cuestionar in. A wojel ba'ax ma' pondría ti' talamilo'ob k máak u propósito ti', waal mía.” (Why question me? You know I wouldn’t purposefully endanger our people, my child.)

“In wojel ba'ax ma' u harías, ba'ale' Táantik u K'astal u ajawo' yéetel u protector.Táan ti' jump'éel kúuchil talamil yéetel ma' in wa'alike' u bixake' prudente perseguir ti' jump'éel le princesas ti' le k'iin.” (I know you wouldn't, but they just lost their king and their protector. They're in a vulnerable place and I don't think it's wise to pursue one of the princesses during this time.) Namora knew he was infatuated with the princess, but she needed him to be focused on Talokan and their needs. She quietly left as Namor became unresponsive, not trying to upset him.

Namor sighed as he stared at the mural, understanding where Namora was coming from. Wakanda had opened herself to other nation’s and their greed. Vibranium was a precious resource to both countries and he knew that countries like France and The United States wouldn’t understand, they only see the potential of how dangerous it could be. Namor also knew that they wanted to be the ones who held the power over their heads. He needed to plan this strategically if he wanted this partnership to come to fruition.

(Y/N) allowed a couple of days to pass before heading towards the river bank, leaving her kimoyo beads if Shuri were to track her. She creeped through the brushes, her head on swivel as she constantly checked around. “For a princess, your guards are incompetent, especially the taller one. Are those your best warriors?” She jumped, whipping around to see Namor’s smiling face. “Oh Bast,”She held her chest as he chuckled,”You’re very fast for someone’s structure.” “I cannot help it, my wings assist me in much of that, but I’m glad that I’m able to see you again.” She couldn’t help notice how close he was to her, his body heat radiated off of him even though he was drenched.

“Your clothing….you’re older than what you appear, a couple of thousand years, perhaps?” Namor let out a hearty chuckle, at her guess and face; her round cheeks puffed out at the audacity of him to laugh in her face. “I’m closer to 500, where did you think that?” He teased, leaning closer to her as she stuttered, looking away as she tried to defend herself. “I…I’ve dealt with aliens and talking raccoons, who appeared older than me, but were younger, but 500? What exactly are you?” He appeared humanlike, minus the pointed ears and the wings on his ankles, along with enhanced abilities.

“I’m a mutant, close to 500 years ago, my mother and her people ingested a plant infused with vibranium, hoping it would cure the disease that Spanish conquistadores, but instead it turned their skin blue and gave them the ability to breathe underwater. At first, my mother refused because she didn’t know how it would affect me, but the priest convinced her otherwise. She prayed for a protector, having their homeland taken by the Spanish and having to start over, that’s when she was blessed. I was born, but I wasn’t like the typically Talokanil, I could absorb the oxygen from the air as well the sea, that’s why named me K’uk’lkan.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of vibranium, giving him a skeptical look. “Vibranium? It only occurs in Wakanda, how would that be even possible?” “Vibranium is rich within the Atlantic Ocean, my people use it for everything from tools to our homes, why do you think Wakanda is the only place who has it? My necklace is made of vibranium along with my belt.``True to his word, it glowed a deep royal purple, the tell-tale sign of its true nature. Namor tilted his head, curious as he twisted a loc on his finger; (Y/N) was too deep into her thoughts to care. “That's what I've been told since I was child, that’s all I’ve known, the royal family don’t certain things to be taught or allowed in the city, it may be different for other tribes, but my mother made sure that our minds weren’t tainted by the outside world.”

Her words said one thing, but eyes said another, denial and confusion, but mostly denial. “One day, I’ll bring you to Talokan and show you the city, see how vibranium is used by my people, it’s more antediluvian, we keep everything simple because once you become more advanced, I believe you begin to lose your edge. I would rather miss the bigger picture once, than continuously miss the smaller one.” (Y/N) gave him a look, crossing her arms over her chest. “But as king or a god, whatever you are, at one point, you’re going have to look forward. As royalty, our respective citizens expect us to have their best interests at heart and if we need to improve their lives by expanding and improving, that’s what we have to do.”

As the days bled into months as the season changed, (Y/N) snuck away more often just to steal a glimpse of Namor and vice versa, if she could spend hours listening to his voice, she could. The more she spoke with him, the more her heart wanted him. It was something about Namor and how he was able to work through her walls, shattering them one by one until she couldn’t hide anything from him. The fleeting touches and the lingering hand kisses only awakened a hunger in her that he could only sate. The council could tell she was much happier, which to some was suspicious. She wasn’t seen with anyone throughout the tribes, which irritated Ramonda, she was just happy that her daughter’s mood improved, well at least one of them. She was still trying to help Shuri; grief affected everyone differently, but she worried about her mental health.

(Y/N) stepped through the entrance, scientists bowing their heads as she stepped through. “Shuri, would you like to come with me on a walk? It would be good for you to get some fresh air.” Shuri ignored her as she continued to run calculations as she barked orders at Griot. “I can’t, too much to do and not enough time.” “I understand that, but you cannot be your best if you’re not nourishing your body and that also goes for your mental health as well.” Shuri slammed down her tools as she glared at her younger sister.

“You’re just like my mother, always nagging.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as she followed Shuri, barely holding her tongue. “What do you mean by that? Shuri, what’s happening to you? This isn’t you.” “Because I’m irritated that you’re walking around here, smiling and happy! Did T’Challa mean nothing to you!?” The scientist looked at her younger sister with tears in her eyes, Shuri was jealous, she struggled with the guilt, she couldn’t save her brother in time. She was one of the brightest minds in the world, she could solve any problem, but that She was also irritated by everyone who decided to move on, acting like the world didn’t stop.

“Shuri, he meant everything to me, he’s my brother no less like you are to him, but don’t lash out at me! Don’t you think I’m not suffering? That I don’t cry myself to sleep every night?” A heavy cloud settled between them, suffocating as they stared at each other. Technicians slowly sneaking out, knowing that they have no part in this conversation. “I know he’s with the ancestors, but he’s not gone. Death isn’t the end-” She barely dodged the tool coming at her, whipping around in disbelief. “What has gotten in your head?! Why are you acting like this!”

Shuri kept raging on, destroying her lab as (Y/N) tried calming her down, stepping over broken glass. “Shuri, calm down before you hurt yourself!” Her ears felt itchy as the room became unbearably hot, the cool tile shifted into sand as the room melted into the Saraha desert. The sudden heat was suffocating as if the burning sand filled her lungs as she sank to her knees.“My child, my sweet child, the world hasn’t been kind to you.” (Y/N) couldn’t make out the language; she couldn’t make out anything as the light was blinding as the mysterious woman led her like mother to her calf.

Shuri had screamed for a doctor as she witnessed her sister collapse, barely breathing as she wheeled away. The news spread fast within Wakanda and the Jabari, M’Baku rushed towards the palace as the citizens crowded the walls. “What could’ve happened? A simple argument turning into this? Shuri, what actually happened?” Ramonda pressed as Shuri nervously bit her lip as she held herself, trying not to break down. “It was! It just got out of hand and threw some tools at her and then she asked me what was wrong, that's when she collapsed! I didn’t mean to cause her any stress-”

(Y/N) blinked away the sand as stepped into a temple, gaping at the symbols adorned across the walls. “Hieroglyphics…All of this is, but why me, I’m normal, I have no ties to any higher being-” “As my daughter you do, I dreamt of a child, a daughter after being trapped away for millennia. I watched my sons fade away into nothing, time is precious, but it can also be a curse. I held on as much as I could before I was forced to bestow my powers onto you, but I cannot hold on any longer.” She placed a palm on her forehead, whispering a prayer as her eyes glowed. “I don’t understand-” “You won’t understand until you have to, take my gifts and do good with them.”

Her eyes flashed open as she felt around her body, connected to wires and an EKG machine. (Y/N) slowly climbed off of the table as she walked towards the entrance. “Princess (Y/N), I advise you to stay and I’ll notify Queen Ramonda that you’re awake.” “No, it's fine Griot, just keep it a secret.” She muttered as she headed outside, sighing deeply as she laid back against the cool metal, her eyes fluttered shut as she slowly regained control of her limbs.

Moon was high up, illuminating her path as she headed towards the river, humming softly as she played with the lotus necklace. The world seemed different, she could feel the energy from..everything. It wasn’t overwhelming, as if it was a calm stream in the middle of summer night. (Y/N) sighed in relief as she stepped into the water, her salvation–her oasis in the middle of the desert. Namor revealed him as he realized that it was his querido, welcoming in his arms, which she gladly took, giggling as he left small kisses across her throat. “I missed you, you collapsing would’ve never happened if you moved to Talokan with me.” Another kiss. “Never stress, only endless pleasure.” Her breath hitched as his rough hands slid underneath her gown, grazing the edge of her panties. “Let me give you that, In reina.”

“Please, Na- K’uk’ulkan, please-” “I know, just trust me, okay?” He gently placed a mask, rubbing her hip as she inhaled the gas feeling her breathing slow. “You’re going to love my home and hopefully, you can call it yours one day.” He whispered, caressing her cheek as walked further into the ocean, whispering promises of pleasure.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE”S GONE?! SHE WAS IN A COMA AND SHE JUST WOKE UP AND LEFT?!” The council, Dora Milaje, Shuri flinched as Queen Ramonda shouted, demanding answers as she stared at Border Tribe, the so-called protectors. “We didn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary, she must’ve snuck out while we’re doing shift changes.” One of the members bowed his head in shame. Shuri was in the corner, trying to figure out where she went. “What about her kimoyo beads?” “She deactivated the video capture and the GPS, wiped it clean before she tossed it in the river.” Ramonda screamed, utterly gut-wrenching as she sank to knees. Losing two children so soon was something she didn’t want to happen, ordering anybody to look for her, because she was not resting until she was home safe and sound.

(Y/N)’s hands ruffled through the linen sheets as she came to, the bed was fit for a king, massive and absolutely comfortable. “Good morning, my beautiful beautiful (Y/N).” Namor stepped in,carrying a plate of food. “I wish I could show you everything, but you would be crushed by the pressure, the deeper we go.” He took a seat at the edge of the bed, smiling softly. Namor dreamt of this day many nights, the sight of his love in his realm, it awakened something deep within him.

“I appreciate this, K’uk’ulkan, I honestly do, but I feel there’s more to this.” She pushed her empty plate away, watching him carefully. “That's why I'm drawn to you, come with me and I’ll answer any questions you have.” Gently taking her hand, Namor guided her to his mural, knowing it would be worth it to see the wonder in her eyes. “These paintings tell my story, over five hundred years worth of history, some of them also contain my wishes for the future as well.”

Her fingers touched a depiction of a wedding, surrounded by loyal subjects and generals alike. Her gaze lingered on the bride, she wore traditional clothing, the finest fit for a queen,the red and the orange accentuating the green,blue and gold shades. “I dreamed of you centuries ago, I felt a connection when we first met, you were scared, but I could see the curiosity in your eyes. I don’t want to force you into-” (Y/N) placed her lips on his, silencing effectively. His body seized as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips were softer than he imagined. His hands gravitated towards her waist as he deepened the kiss, her hands cupping his face as she sought his lips out. “K’uk’lkan…” He pulled away, still gripping her hips as he looked into her eyes. “I want this, I want you and everything that comes with it, we can deal with the consequences later.” His smile became wider, kissing her temple. “I wanted to give you this,”He fastened the bracelet around her wrist,”It was my mother’s, it was made of the same plant that gave life to my people.”

(Y/N) whipped around as the curtain fluttered open, her eyes widened as the blue woman stepped in, holding a bowl. “K’uk’lkan, Táan ts'o'oksik.(it’s ready)” She bowed her head, Namor gave his gratitude as he turned towards (Y/N). “Do you, Princess (Y/N) of Wakanda, accept this gift and my proposal to rule Talokan with me?” She looked between his hopeful eyes and the bowl, knowing she chose him, it would be permanent, there would be no going back. “I do.” His heart raced as she drank from the bowl. “Níib óolal, Namora.” He expressed his gratitude as he held (Y/N), slowly stepping into water as he waited for her rebirth.

“So we’re going to stand here and cry? Someone had to seen something, I’m not going to stand here and twiddle my thumbs, waiting for something to happen.” Okoye snapped as she slammed her spear into the ground. The elders began to bicker among themselves as Ramonda stayed silent. “Queen Ramonda, we’ve had an eyewitness, claiming that she was seen with an unknown man that had wings on ankles and escaped by diving underwater.”

“You’re saying a fish man took (Y/N) and she didn't even struggle? What are you even saying?” The villager bowed to his knees, trembling in fear. “I’ve seen them multiple times, they seemed like we’re lovers. They would talk for hours until one of the guards came or one of them had to leave, but I did hear them plan for a night where he would sneak into the palace.” That’s when Ramonda glanced over at Shuri as she quickly typed on beads, pulling up surveillance footage.

It showed (Y/N) guiding a man around the Dora Milaje, stopping periodically as they were afraid of being caught, she smiled as she ushered him into her room, giggling as he kissed her hands. “You’re going to get us in trouble, ko’oj.” M’Baku was flabbergasted as he watched the two lovers interact, it was always known that he had fondness for the adopted princess, his frown only deepened as they watched more footage, signaling that this has been going on for awhile. “This is highly upsetting, not only this man can sneak into Wakanda undetected, but Princess (Y/N) has been assisting him in doing so. This is treason, am I wrong?” That question immediately changed the mood within the chambers, as a mother, Ramonda wanted to see (Y/N)’s side, but she knew as queen that she needed to punish her for even entertaining this.

“You’re not wrong, but I believe this man is manipulating her, (Y/N) is highly devoted to this country and she would never betray us like this.” Shuri spoke up in fear, looking around the council. “Shuri, Ayo is correct, but Wakanda comes first. By my decree, if Princess (Y/N) is found, she’s to be taken alive and she struggles,then you have permission to kill.”

Namor submerged their bodies as she suddenly awoke, gasping for air as she tried to find the nearest body of water. Breathing underwater as if it was second nature, she looked around before she took off, much to Namor’s delight. “Let me guide you, ko’oj.” She smiled as he interlaced their hands as he took them deeper. The ocean was truly terrifying, but there was a beauty to her as she discovered as her eyes began to adjust. Marine life unbothered by their presence as they swam past. “Is this?-” “Yes, this is Talokan, our home.” He smiled as her mouth fell open as her eyes landed on the underwater country, she couldn’t fathom a country this size hidden beneath the waves. The Talokanil slowly averted their attention to the pair as they made their way through the city, Namor smiling as she swam ahead, her curiosity contagious as she began to zip around.

Namor turned as he felt a tape on his shoulder, smiling as he faced Attuma, one of his trusted advisers.“K’uk’lkan, bienvenido tin wotoch, kin wilik ta taasaj le princesa wéetel.Ma' je'el in criticar u k'alt'aan, ba'ale' con cuidado le ba'ala' u yaantal consecuencias ti' le futuro.” (welcome home, I see you brought the princess with you. I can't be critical of your decision, but carefully, this may have consequences in the future.) Which made Namor roll his eyes, Attuma wanted the same as him; keep Talokan a secret from the surface dwellers, but Attuma never allowed himself to rest and relax. “Centrar k ti' u ma'alob te'ela', Talokan finalmente ti' jump'éel reina, ba'ax u k'áat u ya'al ti' le paalalo'obo' táan ti' le horizonte.Bey disfrutemos ti' in matrimonio tumen jump'éel áak'ab.” (Let's focus on the good here, Talokan finally has a queen, which means children are on the horizon. Let's at least enjoy my marriage for one night.) Attuma only nodded his head as he swam away to begin the marriage celebration.

“In reina(My queen), let’s get you prepared for the ceremony for tonight, you still need to be fitted for your dress.” Leading her towards his favorite seamstress, (Y/N) looked through the dresses as Namor and the older lady conversed in their language. She rubbed her empty wrist, wishing she had her kimoyo beads with her. The seamstress glanced between the amount of fabric and her measurements, before nodding at Namor. It would be close, but she could make it work. “You’re going to look absolutely beautiful tonight.” She squirmed at his kisses, trying to swim away only to be caught.

Namor sighed as he noticed the elders swimming towards them. “This is where we spend some time away from each other in preparation, it’s mostly meant for you, but the entire kingdom is getting ready for the wedding, just relax and enjoy being pampered. I’m sure one of the elders either knows wakandan or english, but that’s going to be my first priority, teach you the language.” He placed a kiss on her cheek before he left.

Namor sighed as he entered the war room, Attuma and Namora with other warriors talking amongst themselves. “Yaan wáaj asuntos importantes u discutir?” (Is there important matters to discuss?) He questioned as he took his seat, Attuma and Namora shared a look before she spoke. “Taak ka'ach in felicitar a tuméen a matrimonio, ba'ale' in tuukultik le futuro.Podríamos yantalto'on formado jump'éel alianza yéetel Wakanda, ba'ale' ti' leti'ob binech in paach.Jach páajtal hayas arruinado jump'éel oportunidad.” (I wanted to congratulate you on your marriage, but I’m worried for the future. We could’ve formed an alliance with Wakanda, but you went around their backs. You may have ruined an opportunity.) “Ba'ax le ba'ala' tu ka'atéen. Ma' habrían aprobado le ba'ala', mantienen ti' le chicas encerradas yéetel puño hierro, ku ts'o'okole' ba'ax podríamos ofrecer. Xan k vibranium, páajtal manejar u bey mismos ti' le amenazas tuméen ts'o'ok u demostrado. Leti' táan destinada tin wiknal yéetel teene' ma' ka'ach u p'atik u jump'éel mortal ku interpusiera ichil leti' yéetel Teene'.” (This again? They wouldn't have approved of this, they keep the girls locked away with an iron fist, plus what could we offer? We both have vibranium, they can handle themselves from threats because they've proven that. She was destined for me and I wasn't going to let a mortal get between me and her.)

Namora narrowed her eyes, she was devoted to her country and her god, but she also knew he was starting to lose focus. “Kexi' a wilik ba'alo'ob tak k perspectiva, ba'ale' k kuxtal yéetel mukul tsikbal u permanecer ti' le anonimato kajnáalilo'ob le superficie Mantats' k'a'abéet u le yáax. Kexi' ka páajtal tokik k wa k'uchul le súutuko', K’uk’klan.” (I hope you'll be able to see things from our perspective, but our existence and the secrecy to remain anonymous from the surface dwellers should always come first. I hope you can defend us if the time comes.)

“Mantats' ts'o'ok in puesto u Talokan táanil utia'al tuláakal, teech ts'o'ok in guiado ichil siglos yéetel le revelador bix a cuestionando in Buka'aj u ba'al utia'al u ch'a' decisiones. Wa ba'al ts'o'oks u yúuchul ti' le futuro cercano, asumiré tuláakal le responsabilidad, ba'ale' tuméen bejla'e' permitir in beel ts'u'ut tuméen juntéene'.” (I've always put Talokan first for everything, I've guided you for centuries and it's telling how you're questioning my ability to make decisions. If something ends up do happening in the near future, I'll take full responsibility, but for now allow me to be selfish for once.) Attuma’s eye twitched from irritation, but he kept his mouth shut as he nodded his head. Namora wanted push this matter further, but with a swift kick in shin from the taller man made her fall quiet.

(Y/N) sat in silence as she attended to, her nerves growing as they continued on, her locs were tied into neat bun as they placed Dahlias in her hair, a few framed her round face. “Jats'uts, tu yéeyaj ma'alob.” (Pretty, he chose well).” One of the older ladies said as she was fitted into her dress, she practically glowed underneath the bioluminescent algae, the coral orange faded into a burgundy as she twirled, smiling as they grew excited. They quickly fell silent as the same man from earlier entered the room. He only stared into her eyes as he stretched out his hand for her, guess it was time.

The ceremonial drums began to play once they caught a glimpse of her, the Talokanil began to chant, very reminiscent of weddings in Wakanda.Dancers guided them as they chanted along, carefully watching the princess. “Phola.” (relax) Attuma could feel her nervousness, while he may not agree with the wedding, but he knew she had to be special if he chose her. Namor was adorned with regal attire with his headdress shining in the lights as he waited for her at the end.

“Táan k reunidos utia'al u celebrar u unión u K’uk’lkan yéetel u xba'al, k ts'o'ok guiado fielmente ti' siglos, wilik k máak prosperar yéetel lolo'ob, ba'ale' Bejla'e' u taak u meentik k'ek'eno'. Cha' u le unión k traiga ya'ab bendiciones ti' venideros ja'ab. (We are gathered to celebrate the union of K’uk’lkan and his bride, he's faithfully guided us for centuries, watching our people thrive and flourish, but now it's his turn to do the same. Allow this union to bring us many blessings in the years to come.) The priest chanted as the Talokanil hollered as Namor fondly looked to her eyes, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“Bejla'e', le presentará u x-ba'al jump'éel siibal meetmaj k'ab, jump'éel signo u lealtad yéetel dedicación ti' leti'. “(Now, the K’uk’lkan will present his bride a handcrafted gift, a sign of his loyalty and dedication to her.) Namor revealed a necklace similar to his, adorned with jade, rubies and pearls, along with vibranium as well with a matching ring, that resonates with vibranium within the necklace and (Y/N) graciously accepted his gift, beaming with pride as he fastened the necklace on. Namora kept a neutral face, but internally she wanted to object to this wedding. She felt her cousin made a decision that will have grave consequences for all involved.

“Wa máak yaan mix objeción, ba'ax ken tijik u k'aab u matrimonio ka' jo'op' celebramos u unión..”(if no one has any objections, may they consummate their marriage as we celebrate their union.) The cheers of the Talokanil became deafening as Namor eagerly kissed (Y/N), one of his hands gripped the back of her as the other planted firmly on her hips. A whine was trapped in her throat as his tongue flickered across her bottom lip, her cheeks feeling warm at his chuckle, enjoying her shyness.

Namor wasn’t wasting any more time as he took (Y/N) into his arms and headed towards his cave, whispering filthy promises into her ear, causing her to bury her face in his neck. With water pouches secured tight onto her, Namor guided her towards his bedroom, it was different. “This is the bed that we’re going to be sharing as equals.” He stated as he pulled her closer to him, passionately kissing her as his hands roam underneath her dress, soaking in her presence.

With quick hands, (Y/N) laid bare underneath, attempting to shield herself from his view, Namor sucked his teeth, pinning her arms down as he made his way in between her legs. “Don’t hide from me.” He left kisses across throat, groping her breasts, roughly twisting and pulling at her nipple as she withered underneath him. “I’ve been waiting for this night for months now, let me hear you, princess.” Dark marks bloomed against her rich umber brown skin as he trailed down her body, whining as she blindly grasped at the sheets. “P–Please, it-its too-”

Namor suddenly rubbed her clit, relishing in her cries as he stimulated her body. “You’re a sensitive little thing, are you?” He teased, snickering as she hid her face. “It’s because I’m a virgin..” He paused for a moment before he manhandled her onto her hands and knees, pulling her pussy into his face as he assaulted her clit. (Y/N) cried out as she buried her face in the pillows, unable to even speak as the pleasure overwhelmed her, pushing her hips back as she sought something.

“Just like that princess..” He mumbled, slowly pushing his thick finger into her, groaning as she clenched. He rubbed her hips with his free hand,”Relax, deep breathes..” He ignored his aching cock, knowing that he needed to be gentle, but the other part of his brain wanted to breed her until she was unconscious. After a moment, (Y/N) pushed her hips back, he gently flexed his finger, smiling as he extracted whines and moans from her. “Let your god know how good he’s making you feel.” She cried out as he brushed against something, it made her brain melt as she was unable to form words.“You’re going to be a good cockslut, aren’t you?”

“YES! I’ll be a good cockslut for you!” Namor beamed with pride at the voice crack, gleeful that she was this thoroughly fucked out. He quickly slid his middle finger in, rapidly thrusting in, basking in her moans as she grasped onto the headboard. Her essence coated his goatee as he chased her high, sucking harshly on her clit as she withered on his fingers, crying as she tried to flee from his brutal pace. “No, you’re going to cum on my fingers and then I’m going to fuck you, now I’m not going to tell you again.”

(Y/N) sobbed as she felt the knot snapping in her stomach, coming on his fingers as stars filled her vision, slumping against the bed. Namor stepped away, licking his lips as he took off his vibranium belt and tossing his shorts to the side. Her eyes snapped open as she felt bed dipped, turning onto her back, her heart started to race as he climbed in between her legs. “Is that supposed to fit inside of me?” He grinned as he jerked his cock, pushing against her entrance. “Breathe and relax for me, princess.”

Namor’s hunger only grew as he pushed in, she wrapped around him like vice, sucking him and refusing to let go. Her jaw dropped as he pushed in, stretching her in ways that she thought it wasn’t possible. He allowed her to adjust to his sheer size, leaving kisses across her jaw as he held onto her hips before pushing the rest of his cock, panting as he thrusted into her, enjoying her nails rack against his back. The room reeked of sex, creating a daze as the pleasure clouded her senses.

“Ono, you’re not passing out on me, we’re fucking until I’m tired.” She sobbed as his pace quickened, blindly grasping for his shoulders. Namor groaned as he continued his onslaught, knowing she’s going to have bruises on her hips in the morning. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for your god, huh?” He knew he was going to remember this sight of her completely fucked out with flowers surrounding her. She sobbed as she weaky grasped at his wrist as he rubbed her clit, much to his disappointment. “Take your hand off, this is my pussy, I’m going to fuck it the way I want to.”Namor cursed as he felt his hips falter as she started to squeeze his cock, groaning as he buried his face in her neck, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Cum for me, In Reina, cum for a ajawo'.” He growled in her ear, furiously rubbing her clit. Her nails dug into biceps as she came, her screams echoing in the cave, flopping onto the bed. Namor cursed as he came, painting her walls white as it leaked onto the sheets, he chuckled tiredly before he flipped them over. (Y/N)’s eyes snapped open as Namor gyrated their hips together, he cackled at the look on her face. “I told you, I wasn’t stopping.”

10 months later

Queen Ramonda and Shuri sat among the riverbanks, it’s been one year since King T’Challa’s death, while the Queen burned her grieving robes while Shuri fought it. “I understand, it's hard, but T’Challa isn’t truly gone-” Shuri threw her an irritated look, shaking her head. “No, he’s gone, he’s not in the trees, in the wind, whatever you try to come with. I can’t act like everything’s okay when it’s not! (Y/N)’s gone and you don’t give a shit. T’Challa’s dead and you act it’s business as usual. I just can’t do it!” Queen Ramonda quickly rose to her feet. “Don’t you ever raise your voice at me, I’m still your-”

Ramonda grabbed a spear as a male figure stepped out of the water, pushing his hair back as looked around. “Wakanda is still beautiful, albeit nothing could compare to my home.” He muttered as his eyes fell onto the two women as they glared at him. “Who are you and how did you sneak past the barriers?” Ramonda questioned as she stepped towards him, ready to strike at any moment. “My allies call me K’uk’lkan, but my enemies call me Namor,” He stated as he stared at them ,”Depending on your decision, I can spare you from complete annihilation or along with the surface world, you’ll fall by my hand. Vibranium was found in the Atlantic ocean by the Amercians with a machine that could detect vibranium, but I destroyed it. I need the American scientist dead, because they’re going to go after her and make her build another one. If that were to happen, everyone is at risk, including my people. Your son’s selfish actions have endangered everyone and you owe us, Queen Ramonda. I trust you’ll make the correct choice, if not, be ready to bury your dead.”

#namor x black reader #namor x reader #marvel x black!reader #black panther x reader

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saturnville · 1 year

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garden kisses.

pairing:college!shuri xblack! reader. warning: fluuuuuff content: in which they finally see each other after time apart. song: garden kisses by giveon & say less by anthony ramos note: the concept of college/hbcu!shuri is NOT my own. the creator is @vargskelegore and should be acknowledged as such! full credit to the creator <3

Paranoia sunk into her being. The once faint sounds of sirens alerting the city of the authorities grew louder and louder with each growing second. The rate of her heartbeat increased, each moment passing only stirring up a wary feeling in the depths of his core.

The steering wheel seemed thicker, and her hands were clammy, sliding off the top of the thick rubber. The sirens got louder. Her eyes flickered toward the electronic speedometer on the dash. 65. She eyed the sign to her left, just a few meters away from a top sign on the corner. Speed Limit 40. She'd never been so desperate to see her.

Blue lights peaked over the hill she'd glided over. Her eyelids fluttered momentarily and his lips moved slowly, sending a silent prayer to the goddess she didn't believe in.

Her foot lifted from the gas, the acceleration decreasing with ease. The blue lights flew straight past her and swerved behind the car in front of her. Good. She'd had too many run-ins with the authorities in America. She pressed down on the gas again and with a light jerk, her car sped down the street.

It only took a total of fifteen minutes to get from point A to point B, the dorm where she laid her head at night. He only hoped she’d let her stay the whole night and not just for a portion of it.

The engine cut off as she parked next to her vehicle—a black Toyota Camry that had been passed down from her older brother.

Her nimble fingers danced across her phone screen to alert her of her presence. Come up. Roommate is gone, was her response. She raced out of the car and dashed toward the elevator quicker than an Olympian track star.

Her footsteps were heavy as she walked down the narrow hallway full of different living areas. Hers was at the end of the hall, away from the commotion and possible distraction of the other residents and their guests. Away from the possibility of having her pulled away at any given moment.

She wondered what she looked like. Was she dressed in her business suit or had she traded it for an oversize tee shirt and sweatpants? Were her thick, natural locks on display, full and flowing? The door peeled open slowly, and the strong scent of tropical body butter surrounded her.

“Hi,” she, Kenzi, greeted with a small smile. Her simple greeting went over his head. Such a beautiful woman, she was. She hated basking in the beauty of her for too long because she was well aware that the beauty that rested within her soul was far greater, but for the sake of everything holy. Her gaze was leering as she stood in front of her. Kenzi looked relaxed and peaceful. Remnants of a long day’s makeup still sat on her face but her work clothes had been replaced by a viridian green night slip and a robe. Her hair, long braids, was still intact and styled in a messy bun at her neck.

“Come in.” She sidestepped to make room for her entry. Shuri slowly peeled her shoes off her feet and looked around her apartment-style dorm. Still looked the same, she noticed, save for the new black and white paintings scattered throughout.

“You got here quickly,” Kenzi spoke in a hushed tone. “Speed your way here or somethin’?” Shuri's eyes followed her wandering body. The slip complimented her skin wonderfully. It was thin, too. Every curve and roll was emphasized through the material. The neckline was deep and showcased the swell of her chest, and the thin straps showcased her strong shoulders that she couldn’t wait to trail an array of kisses down.

“Something like that,” she replied. She threw a smile over her shoulder before returning to fish for two glasses in her neatly organized cabinet. “So, you rush to the cabinet but don’t greet me?”

“I said hello."

“Barely.” Shuri scoffed with her hands across her chest. The sleeves of her purple tracksuit jacket ruffled.

Kenzi's eyebrow rose. “You wanted me to climb on you like a monkey or something as a form of greeting?”

Shuri pushed off the island and stepped towards her. “Wouldn’t be so bad.” She bracketed her body by placing her hands on either side of her, keeping her exactly where she wanted her. She lowered her head to her neck, the tip of her nose brushing against her soft skin. Shuri peppered a few kisses beneath Kenzi's ear cupping her neck with her hand, ghosting her lips over Kenzi's. It was a teasing game that she loved to play, and oftentimes, Kenzi played along, but there was no time for games this time.

Kenzi reached for her lips, capturing them with her own dominantly. If walls could talk, they’d giggle at how they looked like lovestruck teenagers reuniting after a few days apart. A frantic kiss was exchanged with heavy breathing, teeth clattering, and hands wandering. Shuri's back hit the front door and a moan escaped her lips. Her gentle hands cradled Kenzi’s face before traveling down her shoulders where her robe rested. She pushed the fluffy material down and her palms followed the trail past her waist and down her hips, which she gripped tightly.

A sweet sound from her lips spurred her further. Kenzi’s wandering hands tugged at the string that secured Shuri's sweatpants around her slim waist while Shuri's hands danced along the curve of her bottom before scooping her in her arms.

“Missed you, Princess…” Kenzi breathed against her lips once Shuri laid her against the plush couch cushion.

Shuri's light eyes met her deeper ones, fiery desire exchanged between four orbs. “Missed you, too…”

#black panther #black panther 2 #black reader #blacklove #shuri #shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #college!shuri x reader #princess shuri #marvel #black panther fic #namor x reader #namor x black reader #hbcu!shuri

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luna-rainbow · 14 days

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Thanks again for answering my ask and sorry to bombard you with these.

I absolutely agree with you about Bucky and Zemo on TFatWS. This might be long as I have so many thoughts about this. The series seems to fail to understand T'Calla wasn't just someone who helped Bucky although he was of course. He was his friend. The movies don't get everything right with Bucky but I think Bucky and T'Calla's relationship is one of the high points. We don't see them much but when you do you can tell Bucky respected T'Calla immensely and not just because he's a King. He seems to be really genuinely fond of Shuri as well, asking her to call him Bucky instead of the formal Sargeant Barnes.

I know I said it before, but the Wakandans are his friends/his protectors/his adoptive family. He is not just some white guy with colonialist arrogance who expects favours from the African State. If anything its the other way around- he fought because he felt he owed T'Calla and his family a debt.

As such- I do not think he would ever have helped the person who killed T'Callas father. Yes he didn't know T'Chaka, but that is his friend's father. Its like if he found out someone killed Steve's mother and worked with them. Like slapping his friend in the face, and I can't see him doing that.

Also, finally can we talk about how the show robbed us of the emotional impact of T'Challa's death on Bucky? He's sad about Steve leaving but I firmly believe would have grieved for T'Calla too. He's lost not one but two of his best friends within a very short space of time, so he's got grief alongside all his other problems to deal with. Don't know how that man managed to stay sane. Well relatively sane and didn't have a complete breakdown.

Thanks for all the asks!

I love the idea that T'Challa and Bucky had a strong bond. I agree I think Ryan Coogler intended in that short post-credit scene to show that Wakandans have accepted Bucky as part of the family.

The kids are peering down curiously at him as he sleeps, and he doesn't startle, nor does he startle them when he wakes. There's a high degree of mutual trust there. He lives in their community, not in a boxed off high tech room like the one where he was put to sleep. They dressed him in their ethnic clothing and colour-coded it to match Steve. Someone tied (and probably combed) his hair for him when he didn't have a prosthesis. Someone has folded a blue shawl and tied it into a pretty sling to protect the stump of his arm. This is the image of a guy that was being well looked after -- not just in an impersonal, we gotta keep him alive kind of way, but in a what can we do to make his life better kind of way, and if that isn't some sort of family I don't know what is.

I mean...compare with this costume...that looks like some random sweatshirt from some sports brand worn backwards with the extra fabric pinned and pulled over tautly over his right shoulder, complete with the soft elastic cuffs and the weird neckline. Coogler put more effort into a 30 second cameo than TFATWS did for one of Bucky's most emotionally poignant scenes in a series where he's the main character. Sorry I'm never going to pass on an opportunity to shit on the series.

And like yeah, while I don't ship T'Challa and Bucky (I really like T'Challa with Nakia in the MCU), I think they're an underrated dynamic. They strike me as somewhat similar in temperament? Both peace-loving, respectful and compassionate guys, who have a strong sense of loyalty and a fierce streak when someone they love is hurt. And both Bucky and T'Challa are older brothers to younger sisters, and they both have that oldest kid sense of weary responsibility. And for someone who was broken out of 70 years of brainwashing by being reminded of a promise he made, Bucky clearly has a strong sense of loyalty and responsibility.

So yeah, it makes no sense to me that Bucky would actively do something so personally hurtful, so disloyal and irresponsible to T'Challa, without adequate justification.

As for the mourning, yeah. At the time they didn't know how Coogler was planning to write T'Challa out of the story, so that might be why the mourning wasn't in there. To be honest, Bucky's feelings about Steve was handled poorly too. As I've mentioned before, the series avoids actually addressing how Steve's departure played out. Sam and Bucky are sad about Steve's absence, but never talk about the hurtful way Endgame!Steve abandoned both of them, which is far more emotionally relevant. They talk about him as though he had died in a noble sacrifice, not dumped the world on them and went to mess up someone else's timeline.

#bucky barnes #t'challa #asks

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 2 months

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"Emotional" Peter Parker fanfic

Here's another long one shot for y'all! (6132 words) Trying out Peter Parker this time. Reader is a mutant with powers. Hope you like it! *Slight smut... *"Usisi" means sister in Xhosa

Peter couldn’t stop staring. Shuri had invited him and the rest of what was left of the Avengers to Wakanda for a mental health retreat. After everything that had happened over the past decade she figured that during a time of relative world peace would be the best opportunity to get everyone together for some healing. Peter had seen a lot in his 25 years so far, but was not prepared for the seemingly death defying entrance into Wakanda, its advanced technology, the amazing mixture of traditional African style and futuristic design. He was enamored with the country. Yet even all of that had not prepared him for the sight of the woman before him.

“Welcome, Avengers, to Wakanda,” Shuri’s voice echoed as they entered the palace. “I have invited you all here for a retreat to focus on healing, whatever that may mean to you. Some of you have met her, but for those who have not, this is Y/N,” she announced as she gestured to the woman next to her.

Peter swore he’d never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. Y/N was dressed in what he assumed were traditional Wakandan robes that matched the color of raw Vibranium. She was decked in necklaces, bracelets, bangles and large earrings, all of different colors and metals that somehow still complimented her robes. She wore no shoes, and her hands that were crossed in front of her were covered in what looked like a blackout tattoo from her fingertips to an inch above her wrists. The black seemed to fade up her wrist, like she’d been sprayed with a matte black paint. Her long fingernails matched the black color. As she raised a hand in greeting to the Avengers and then swept a piece of hair out of her eyes, the deep black created a stark contrast to her long, intricately braided white hair that glittered a silver sheen in the light. Her Y/C eyes were piercing as she looked each newcomer over, analyzing them, as her lips were pulled into a small, reassuring smile. She was a burst of colors and contradictions and Peter couldn’t help but ogle. Bucky, who was standing next to him, nudged Peter with his elbow, causing Peter to cough awkwardly. Bucky snickered.

“Hello, everyone,” Y/N finally spoke. Peter found her voice to be his new favorite sound. “I look forward to getting to know each of you. As for those of you I’ve already met,” her eyes flickered over Bucky and Sam, “welcome home.”

Bucky and Sam took that as an invitation to approach her. They each had warm smiles as they took turns to give Y/N a long embrace and say their greetings quietly. Peter noticed how she had different greetings for each of them, small hand or arm touches that she would give them. A firm squeeze on Sam’s forearms and delicate scratch of Bucky’s beard. Peter was surprised when Bucky willingly leaned down and pressed his forehead and nose against hers. He had never seen Bucky get particularly close to anyone other than Sam, and he felt a flare of jealousy in his chest. He mentally chastised himself. Peter didn’t know Y/N, he didn’t have any kind of relationship or claim to her, and Bucky was older, handsome, and had some type of history with her. Peter hung his head in personal shame at himself, looking away from the intimate moment.

“Y/N is an empath, a mind reader, and can manipulate energies,” Shuri informed the group. “She was born a mutant, with the abilities to read and manipulate others’ thoughts and emotions and the energy around her in many forms.” Peter’s head snapped back up at that piece of information, his eyes bugging wide.

“She will be able to help you work through your thoughts, emotions, past experiences, mental and emotional blocks, and process trauma. She helped Sergeant Barnes considerably in his recovery from his experiences from Hydra. She is also an adopted member of my family, so I hope you will all be able to gain the help and healing you seek, and find a new home and family with us here.” Shuri spread her arms and gestured to the palace, then pointed to some members of the staff that were standing off to the side. “You will each have a member of the palace staff assigned to you to help you while you’re here. If you have any questions or requests please reach out to them. Your belongings have all been brought to your respective rooms already. Dinner will be served in one hour, so you can take some time to get settled and rest before then. And again, welcome home.”

Peter was greeted by a woman named Ayala who had him follow her down an adjoining hallway. He took a quick glance back at Y/N, who was already looking back at him. His cheeks grew hot as she flashed him a smile.

***

One hour later and all the Avengers and royal family were eating some of the most delicious food Peter had ever tasted. He was seated in between Shuri and Carol Danvers. He and Carol had become good friends over the last few years and had a teasing and sarcastic friendship. He hadn’t had a chance to really meet Shuri until now, and felt intellectually stimulated talking to her about her inventions, the properties and uses of vibranium, the Wakandan technology and science jargon that he hadn’t been able to talk about in a long time. He suddenly felt a twinge of pain as he realized the last time he’d felt like this was with Tony Stark and his friends that he lost from the spell Dr. Strange casted years before. He wound down the conversation with Shuri and focused on his food, which became less appetizing by the second. He took a large gulp of water from his cup to help with the thickness developing in his throat. It had been so long since he lost Tony, Ned, MJ, his aunt May, yet he couldn’t seem to move on with his life without them and that support system behind him.

He felt a hand softly rub his upper back. Peter looked up and behind his chair to find Y/N looking at him, her eyebrows tilted up in the middle in concern. She jerked her head to the side to signal him to follow her. Peter simply nodded at her and excused himself from the table. Once he was standing she took his hand in hers and led him out of the dining hall. Peter didn’t know what was happening, but he knew his hand was in hers and that they fit perfectly together. Y/N opened a door that he realized was across the hall from the room he was staying in. Was this her room? He was met with a brightly colored room covered in fairy lights in the shapes of stars, tons of exotic plants that doused the space in tropical scents, and almost every surface looked soft, covered in pillows and blankets and cushions. It looked like a Bohemian dream, and Peter felt calmer instantly.

Y/N led him to a small couch on the right side of the bedroom, motioning for him to sit down. Peter sat at one end of the couch thinking she would sit on the opposite end, but she knelt on the floor in front of him, poised between his legs. Peter was shocked and apprehensive, his cheeks flushing again at her close proximity. She surprised him again by taking his hands in hers, shifting closer and getting comfortable. She began massaging his hands, the movements of her black fingers mesmerizing.

“I try not to read others’ thoughts and emotions,” Y/N said quietly so as not to startle him. Peter’s eyes landed back on her face. She wasn’t looking at him but focusing on his hands. When he didn’t reply she continued. “It may be an ability of mine, but I also believe in privacy. I will always try to never read or manipulate your thoughts or emotions without your consent, Peter.”

Peter could have died on the spot from the way she said his name. Her comforting voice and actions were making him emotional.

“That being said,” she said, “I can block out people’s thoughts, but feelings and emotions are a lot…” she paused, searching for the right word. “Louder,” she decided, “and we humans tend to feel deeply. So sometimes I can’t ignore ‘loud’ feelings from people around me. And you,” she glanced at his face, her eyes twinkling, “wear your emotions on your sleeve.”

Peter could feel his eyes burning with unshed tears. He tensed slightly under her gaze, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of,” she reassured him, her fingers slipping up to his wrists, rubbing slowly up his arms, relieving stress along the tensed muscles. “Feeling deeply, passionately, can be a strength. Many people I’ve worked with over the years, all you superheroes, feel the need to be strong.” Y/N moved her hands to his shoulders, massaging the tough knots littered there. Peter’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. When was the last time he’d been touched like this?

“Superheroes tend to want to numb themselves,” she continued. “Numbness means peace, means you won’t hurt others or means you can’t get hurt anymore. But it’s also a pretty miserable way to live,” she paused to watch his face again, making sure he was still with her. “Tony was like that.”

Peter’s head jerked up, his eyes widening at the mention of the name. His hands flew up to grip her wrists gently, stopping her movements and leaned himself closer to her. He searched her eyes for any sign of a lie.

“You knew Tony?” his voice came out as a whisper.

“Oh yeah,” Y/N nodded, a wide smile spreading across her face. Her hands twisted out of his grip so that she could hold his hands. “Steve called me after the Snap,” she explained. “He lost Bucky, again, and he came to me for help. He could tell that Tony needed help processing what happened. We all did.” Her voice grew quiet. “Tony internalized a lot, didn’t want his emotional baggage to be a burden to others, joked about his trauma, and at first shrunk into himself. He kept himself busy so as not to think about it. But Pepper was pregnant,” she smiled, “and he knew he had to be better for her, for the baby…for Morgan.”

Peter felt like he was grasping Y/N’s hands too hard as he grounded himself. He needed to hear this.

“I worked with him weekly for the first 2 years of the Blip, then monthly, then I’d just come by when he called. He made a lot of progress. He was just like you. Felt deeply, emotions on his sleeve, passionate to a fault,” she paused and focused on his hands, her thumbs began softly rubbing his knuckles.

“You were the reason, you know?” she said quietly. Peter focused on her eyes. She was blinking back tears. “Tony figured out time travel, worked with the Avengers again, risked everything he had worked so hard for, just for the chance to bring everyone back…to bring you back,” her voice wavered. Y/N gazed up at him, her tears finally falling.

Peter felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He had known that Tony cared for him, might have loved him in a son-he-never-had-way, but he assumed that reversing the Snap had been because it was the right thing to do, normal Ironman saving the world, or universe, type of thing. He couldn’t figure out whether to feel extremely privileged or guilty. It was his fault, Tony died because of him…oh God, oh God…

Y/N could see him spiraling and let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at her.

“Don’t feel like that,” she said firmly, her eyes burning into his. “Don’t you dare, Peter. Tony did what he did for you, for me, for all of us. He did it because it was the right thing. He did it because he knew he could never rest until he at least tried to bring everyone back. Tony did what he had to do because he loved you!” she gently shook his face in her hands as if to rattle his brain into understanding.

Peter silently cried, the tears spilling and he sniffed quickly. Y/N sighed, then moved her right hand from his cheek down to his chest. He didn’t dare move, unsure of what he was doing. She placed her hand on his chest over his heart. “I’ll show you,” she said resolutely.

Peter’s brow furrowed in confusion, then saw a bright white light starting to glow from her palm over his heart. His eyes widened and he gasped, but then he felt something start to seep into his skin where her hand lay. It felt like honey dripping down and through his skin, his muscles, deep into his veins, its warmth enveloping him whole. The feeling seeped up his head and he could feel it tickling his brain, firing neurotransmitters all at once, muddling his thoughts so all he could focus on was this feeling. He felt warm, encompassed by light, like all his worries melted away as it oozed through him. It felt like love. Peter’s heart was beaming, and he could feel the tears flowing heavily as he smiled. He was instantly addicted to this feeling, to this reassurance that the love he felt for that father figure in his life truly loved him back. Tony may not have been the best at saying it, but Peter now knew that all the things he’d done were Tony’s way of showing his love.

After a few moments the oozing feeling began to recede slowly. Peter couldn’t seem to stop crying, a small laugh escaping his lips. He realized that his hand had reached up to cover Y/N’s hand placed over his heart. He focused on Y/N, who was now crying.

“He loved you, Peter,” she whispered, her lips quivering. “He loved you so much.”

Peter didn’t know what came over him, but in a rush of adrenaline from overwhelming happiness and relief, he wrapped his arms around Y/N in a hug. She didn’t hesitate in hugging him back. It seemed like she needed that hug as much as he did. For the first time in a long time, Peter felt peace.

***

After that first night in Wakanda, Peter found himself seeking out Y/N constantly. She had explained that the form of therapy she focused on with each person was based on the idea of their love language and had Peter take the quiz online as well as interview him about his life. Unsurprisingly, Peter’s main love language was physical touch. Y/N told him how people who tended to be touch-starved would often have their main love language turn out to be physical touch. Like with Bucky, how he had been through torture, fighting constantly for decades, so when he was finally shown a kind, gentle, loving hand, he thrived. Which explained her little signs and greetings she used with him. It grounded him and reminded him of the good. “Everyone deserves happiness, affection and love in this life,” she had reminded him.

Y/N and Peter then decided on a signal for when Peter needed some grounding or a reminder that he was loved. He would tap the spot over his heart 3 times, and she would give him a small dose of that emotion of love from Tony as she laid her hand on his chest. Peter didn’t do it all the time, but frequently enough that it was done between them out of habit.

Y/N scheduled specific times with each of the Avengers for therapy, and since she was a very intimate person, she held hands, cuddled, hugged, and gave kisses on the cheek to those comfortable with it. She was extra close to Bucky, and Peter found himself feeling the jealousy creeping further into his mind as the weeks passed.

He knew that the two were friends, but with how much she intimately cared for Bucky filled Peter with paranoia. He was suspicious and resentful towards Bucky. What was worse was that Bucky could tell how Peter was feeling, as he smirked every time he caught Peter glaring or sulking in the corner as Y/N spent time with Bucky or would hug Bucky or Bucky Bucky Bucky!

It all became too much one morning when he saw Y/N walk out of Bucky’s room, her hair ruffled and clothes wrinkled, yawning and stretching as Bucky came out right behind her, looking well-rested and smiling. Peter swore under his breath and stomped into the kitchen. Unfortunately they followed him moments later.

“Good morning, Peter,” Y/N asked groggily. “Are you okay?”

“Fantastic,” Peter spat.

Y/N looked taken aback. Peter never spoke harshly towards her. Bucky let out a small snort and went to the fridge for some breakfast. Y/N watched Peter as he turned away to the pantry for cereal.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, slowly approaching him.

“Nothing,” he sighed, keeping away from her as he walked around the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and spoon.

“Well obviously something is wrong,” Y/N scoffed and followed him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Just spit it out, man,” Bucky yawned. “She’ll get it out of you one way or another.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Peter snapped, whipping to face Bucky.

“I said what I said,” Bucky sassed back.

“Hey, enough!” Y/N slapped her hand on the counter. “Peter, what is going on? Tell me now. I don’t want to read you but I will if I need to.”

When Peter refused to answer and glared at the floor, Bucky scoffed loudly. “He’s jealous.”

Y/N’s head swiveled between the two of them. “Jealous of what?”

“You and me,” Bucky said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his orange juice.

“Me and you for what?” she exasperatedly asked.

“Oh please!” Peter finally yelled. “What do you mean ‘for what’? What are you doing coming out of Bucky’s room in the morning looking like that?” he waved towards her.

Y/N furrowed her brow, looking down at herself in confusion.

“Is this how you help us? ‘Heal’ us?” he air-quoted. “Or I guess just some of us,” Peter gestured towards Bucky.

“Choose your words carefully, bud,” Bucky warned.

“Wait,” Y/N waved her hands. “Are you trying to say…do you think I’ve been sleeping with Buck?”

“What else would it be?!” Peter knew he looked and sounded crazy, but the little green monster of jealousy was loose, and he was failing at wrangling it back in. “I can understand you two being close, that you’ve known each other a long time, you’ve helped him through a lot, but this? What kind of therapy is this?”

“Peter–”

“Is that how you make him feel better? Make him forget his nightmares?”

“Pete–”

“Take the pain away with some sexual healing?!”

*SLAP*

Peter jerked back, holding his cheek as his face stung. He looked up at Y/N with wide eyes. She was glaring at him, her hand shaking at her side in anger. Bucky’s mouth hung open, eyes darting between them. Y/N straightened her stance, closed her eyes and balled her blackened hands into fists.

“Buck,” she breathed. Bucky quickly retreated back to his room with his food, shutting the door loud enough for them to hear.

Peter was stunned and fearful. He’d never seen this side of Y/N, and shame overcame him as he knew he’d brought this out of her. She unballed her fists and crossed her arms over her chest, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. Her eyes were filled with a simmering anger that he could have sworn he could see it burning in her irises.

“Listen good, Parker, because I’m only going to say this once,” Y/N spoke lowly, scaring Peter further while breaking his heart that she used his last name rather than his first. “I am not a traditional therapist. I am not licensed, therefore I am not bound by a code of ethics or client-therapist privilege. I use my abilities to help people, and at times I’ll use techniques and practices that I’ve studied to see what works best for each person,” she paused and looked away. “What worked for me,” she murmured. Peter had the urge to reach out to her, but her eyes quickly came back to him with that fire.

“I treat each person as I see fit, within the boundaries they set. For Sam, all he needs is a listening ear and a hug. For Tony, I had to sit back and let him morbidly joke and tease and sarcastically rant through all his trauma. And as for Bucky,” Y/N’s voice was raising, her arms falling to her sides as she stepped closer to Peter, “Bucky has been through literal hell and back, multiple times, for decades. He was left on ice then used as a human war machine, his mind erased, his body battered, abused, and experimented on. He had not felt a kind hand or been given a loving word for over 70 years!” Y/N was now yelling, her hand slapping the kitchen counter again. Peter backed up into the wall behind him as she took another step towards him.

“So forgive me, Parker, for helping him get through the nightmares that he still suffers with regularly, even if it means cuddling and sleeping in his bed so that he doesn’t hurt himself. Forgive me for using intimacy and physical touch as his love language to ground him and make him feel safe, wanted, and loved!”

Y/N was now toe-to-toe with Peter, looking up at him with a conviction and fury that had him withering. Her emotions must have been getting the best of her because he could feel that oozing feeling flowing in his body, but instead of the comforting balm he’d grown accustomed to now it felt like a parasite licking its way through every vein. He shuddered at the feeling, then grunted as she poked his chest hard with her blackened finger.

“And even if I had sex with Bucky, or anyone I’ve ever helped before, it would be none,” *poke*, “of your,” *poke*, “fucking,” *poke*, “business.” Y/N stared him down as his eyes welled up with tears and another oozing feeling overcame the anger. It was hurt. He had hurt her, and Peter would never forgive himself.

Y/N’s eyes softened and she dropped her finger from his chest, stepping away from him. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and as she composed herself Peter felt the ooze fade, leaving him emotionally drained. She flexed her fingers and rolled her shoulders, and when she opened her eyes they were shining with unshed tears. Peter sniffled at the sight.

“You don’t own me, Peter,” she cried, her voice cracking. “I am my own. I belong to no one but myself. You have no claim to me. So stop feeling jealous over something, someone, that you have no right to be jealous of,” she sniffed, her lips drawing into a hard thin line. Peter silently cried, hating himself for making her cry.

“I…I’m sorry,” he whispered, not knowing what else to say at the moment. Y/N just gave him a long look, then finally nodded her head and walked quickly out of the kitchen. Peter slumped to the floor, dropping his head into his hands. How could he be so stupid?

***

The next two weeks were awkward, and it was hell. Everyone knew that something had happened, they just weren’t sure what. Y/N still held appointments with everyone else, and would greet everyone throughout the day, but she was much more quiet and reserved. She gave polite smiles and exchanged quiet conversation, but was not her normal, bubbly, outgoing self. She touched everyone, except for Peter.

Peter wasn’t fairing well. Bucky had chewed him out shortly after Y/N left him a heap on the kitchen floor. He took the verbal beating, knowing he deserved it. At that point nothing could hurt him as bad as him offending Y/N. He kept his head hung low whenever they were in the same room, and although it made him feel sick to his stomach, he knew he didn’t deserve her touch and the calming effect she used to give him. He tried to go to her room once, to talk, apologize again, but couldn't muster up the courage to knock on the door.

The rest of the Avengers could sense the tension, and after a third week of silence between the two, Shuri had enough.

“Usisi,” she called as she knocked on her door. Y/N shuffled to the door and opened it wide, not meeting Shuri’s gaze, her eyes rimmed red and a sad sniffle coming from her. Shuri stepped in and enveloped her in her arms. Y/N buried her face into Shuri’s neck, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

“There, there,” Shuri consoled her. “Come now, why are you letting the jealous words of a man affect you?”

“I just…” Y/N sighed, pulling away and wiping her eyes. “It just felt like he was different, somehow,” she huffed out.

Shuri nodded and led her to the couch in her room. Y/N plopped down on it dramatically, shoving her face in a pillow. Shuri chuckled at her antics.

“Your abilities cause you to feel things on a heightened level, usisi,” Shuri began. Y/N pulled herself up and turned to face her on the couch. “You know how others feel before they can identify those feelings for themselves. But you have had difficulty knowing your own feelings at times, which is normal. You do not give yourself grace in your moments of humanity. And although Parker did not have justifiable emotions or words that day, he is remorseful,” Shuri took her hand, rubbing Y/N’s knuckles softly.

“I know,” Y/N whispered, not trusting her voice. She squeezed her hand back. “I’ve grown extremely…attached to him, and it scares me. It just feels like everyone I ever love,” she shuddered another breath, swallowing past the lump in her throat, “they leave. Either on their own or they die on me,” she huffed a laugh at her morbid joke. Shuri wiped away the tears Y/N wasn’t aware had fallen, nodding in understanding. They had both lost a lot recently.

“I love you, and I’m still here,” Shuri said. “Our people love you as their own, the Avengers love you, and not just because you help them. And all those we have lost through death are not ever really gone, you know that. As for any who have left you willingly, their absence is only a shadow compared to all the love you have in your life. Peter loves you, most likely in a much more romantic way. You always tell others that they deserve love and happiness in their lives. Even if it’s scary, don’t you deserve to have those things, too?”

Y/N sighed as Shuri finished speaking. She wasn’t sure if she deserved it, but she sure as hell wanted love and happiness. Life was too hard already, too short but also so long, for her to deny herself some of its greatest beauties.

“Don’t let fear cloud your decisions, Y/N. Be brave and accept the love you deserve. What is the saying in that song you love?” Shuri paused, and brightened when she remembered. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

***

Peter sat on the floor, his back leaning against the bed. He had just tumbled out of bed from a nightmare, taking off his t-shirt that was stuck to his sweaty chest. He tried to breathe deeply and focus on the things around the room like the color on the walls, the pattern on the bed sheet, counting items and the sound of the soft warm breeze coming through the open window. The nightmares had come back full force this last week, and the only person he wanted to seek comfort from was ignoring him right now.

He dropped his head into his hands, trying to mentally silence the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, his face hot with tears he quietly cried, he didn’t hear his door open or the padding of feet slowly approach him. Peter jerked when a hand touched his elbow, and his eyes widened to see Y/N crouched in front of him. Her usually styled and braided hair was loose and she was wearing an open robe over a tank top dress that reached mid-thigh. He had never seen her so relaxed. Her hand slowly moved from his elbow to his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. She maneuvered herself so that she was straddling his lap while her other hand began sweeping through his sweaty curls.

Her tenderness caused another flood of emotion to wrack through Peter’s body and he cried harder. He released his hand from hers and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, his face buried into her chest. Y/N shushed him as he wept, letting him cry it out, her hands massaging along his shoulders and neck and petting his hair. For a while they sat there, holding each other, until Peter’s cries quieted. Y/N’s eyes flew open as she felt Peter move his head to nuzzle her chest and place a wet kiss over her heart.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, his hands rubbing up and down her back. “What I said was stupid and inappropriate and I’m just so, so very sorry,” he whimpered and Y/N pulled away. He quickly gripped her hips, afraid she would leave, but she gently cupped his face in her hands. She wiped away his tears with her thumbs and shushed him again. She felt his conflicting emotions and decided to take pity.

Y/N slid her hand from his face to his chest. She tapped the spot over his heart three times then pressed her hand flat. The honey-like feeling bloomed in his chest and he visibly slumped against her chest. She let him revel in it for a long while, her other hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She felt a few more hot tears fall on her breast, but also a smile form on his lips near her cleavage. Y/N smiled and slowly pulled her hand away, bringing it back up to his face and pulling him back up to look at her.

“Peter,” she breathed. He gasped lightly at hearing his name on her lips for the first time in weeks. “I forgive you,” she said simply. Peter’s hands tightened on her hips again. She softly swept her thumbs across his cheeks, her smile widening. “You’ve got to work on your jealousy, though,” she added, a small giggle slipping out. Peter huffed a laugh, his head dipping as Y/N’s laugh deepened.

“I know, I know,” he muttered. He wrapped his arms around her middle again and squeezed as he settled his face in the crook of her neck. “But we’re good, right?” he hesitantly asked, nuzzling her collar bone. Y/N scoffed at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders again.

“Yes, we’re good,” she answered. She could feel him smile against her neck. They held each other, thankful that the bump in their friendship was overcome.

Peter decided not to waste any more time. Be brave, you idiot, he thought. He nuzzled her neck again, his nose sliding against her jugular, then softly pressed a kiss just below her jaw. Y/N stiffened against him. He was afraid of her reaction but she didn’t pull away or question him, so he continued to kiss her, rubbing his hands softly up her back. As he sucked on the spot below her ear she sighed and shivered.

“Peter,” she moaned, her nails starting to dig into his back. He let out his own moan at hearing her say his name like that. He wanted to hear it again and began to nibble at her earlobe, making her gasp.

“Peter…wait, ungh,” Y/N was struggling to make a coherent thought. She hadn’t done this in a long time. Peter stopped but kept himself close.

“Do you want me to stop?” his husky whisper tickled her ear. She let out a sharp breath.

“No,” she whispered back, her hand slipping up into his hair, pulling back gently for him to look at her. They breathed heavily, staring at each other for a moment.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked, searching his eyes. Peter gave her a half smile.

“I want you,” he answered determinedly. His voice dropped an octave so fast he almost scared himself, but it made Y/N whimper at his tone, and Peter dove in for a kiss to chase the sound.

Y/N kissed him back fervently. The kiss felt frenzied, as the dam of pent-up sexual tension finally broke. It was all tongue and teeth, lips smashed together, breaths intertwining, hands gripping and squeezing. Peter couldn’t believe this was happening. His hands traveled down until he could cup her butt cheeks, kneading them roughly, squeezing the soft, plushy muscle and pulling her core to his. She whimpered again, slowly grinding herself into his growing erection. He moaned loudly as she did, gripping her love handles so hard she knew she’d be bruised in the morning.

Y/N was so distracted by his lips she didn’t realize Peter had lifted them both off the floor until her back was gently pressed on the bed. She took the opportunity as they slightly separated to kiss, lick, and suck a trail down his cheek to his neck. Peter shivered as she nipped just under his jaw, his hands running from her legs to her stomach, pulling at her dress, silently asking permission to pull it up and off of her. She lifted her hips off of the bed so he could start pulling it up. After an awkward shifting and wiggling and some giggles, Peter finally got all her clothes off.

Peter ogled at Y/N, completely naked and waiting. She giggled again at the look on his face, letting her fingers scratch down his chest, making him sputter.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Peter shook, not sure what to do next and needing her to keep scratching him.

“Yes?” Y/N asked coyly, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“Can I…will you be mine?” Peter settled on that. His finger brushed along her ribcage mere inches from her breast. Y/N shivered at the contact. He was treating her with such tenderness and reverence that it made her skin tingle.

“Yes,” she said definitively.

Peter’s face lit up, his cheeks hurting with how wide his smile grew. As he lowered himself over her he felt his cock throb and his face grew serious. He shut his eyes and sighed out loud.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, confused at his rollercoaster of emotions.

“It’s just, if we do this, start this relationship, I won’t be able to let you go,” Peter said gruffly. “So are you sure? Are you mine?”

Y/N felt a flood of emotion coming from him in that question. It was a loaded question, they both knew it. She had known for a while now that Peter liked her and wanted her, and despite the hiccup in their relationship, she felt the same towards him. They had both lost so much, so promising this was a big deal, to not just love but to stay. This was special, she was special to him. He was asking her to go all in, for as long as she would have him.

Y/N’s eyes brimmed with tears from how emotional it became so quickly. Peter panicked at the sight but she quickly calmed him, running her finger along the crease between his eyebrows to relieve him.

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling his body flush with hers. As his naked chest met her breasts he groaned, his head falling to her shoulder.

“Thank God,” he breathed.

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Never Again | (2)

Pairing// Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Type of story// Multi-Chapter

Bucky and Y/N hate each other. A lot. This isn’t your average enemies to lovers story. This is an enemies and lovers story. It will be dark. There will be sex.

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Venice, Italy

Bucky looked at himself in the mirror as he put his earpiece in and then tightened his black tie around his neck.

He can’t remember the last time he wore a suit.

It was all black, minus his dress shirt which was white. His hair was starting to grow again, but it was still a bit short.

He had cut it shortly after Asa’s death.

His jaw clenched and unclenched as his thoughts continued to trace back to her.

He was in Venice for the gala where he’d meet the person who knew who had this real necklace. The person who killed Asa was expected to be here, too. Just the thought of being in the same city as them sent him off edge.

His eyes linger for a bit on his ring and then back up to his own eyes in his reflection.

He can see sam walking behind him into the other room in their suite. He’s also dressed, even though his rendez-vou will mostly take place outside the venue.

For a second, Bucky’s gaze falters.

Despite Bucky’s natural need for revenge, he understood Sam’s hesitancy for him to participate in his mission and so up close. A part of Bucky almost backed out when it became closer to today’s date.

He was even going to make a call, when someone reached out to him first instead.

Shuri, and then Fury.

Due to lack of resources from the Blip, Bucky was their best bet for this when it came to taking Hayden hostage and in their custody until the necklace was found.

Then, she’s to be arrested and taken straight to Wakanda.

Because of this, and because there was no more compound or tower, she would need to stay under watch until then.

Someone who had the power to hold her, and had a place with high security measures.

Bucky knew where they were going with this and he had refused profusely.

He was not going to keep his wife’s murderer in his house with him until the necklace was found.

It was out of the question.

But, then they had to play the the-world-is-at-stake game.

“We know this is hard but you are our only hope.”

And his least favorite: “Asa didn’t risk her life for nothing. She knew what that necklace in the wrong hands could do.”

They had convinced him to accept. Within days, his apartment was already prepped.

He had to hide his weapons for his own sake.

If he knew his gun was in an easy access area, he wouldn’t hesitate a second to kill Hayden. And that’s not what he would’ve wanted for the sake of Wakanda and this necklace.

He hates it, but it’s not what Asa would have wanted either.

He hates everything about this.

“You ready, man?” Sam asks quietly, walking over to his side table next to one of the queen beds for his ear piece.

Bucky lifts his suit jacket to where his gun is and makes sure it’s secure.

“Yeah. Our boat is outside? Can you bring me my glove?” Bucky asks him.

Sam walks over to him, handing over his glove for his vibranium hand.

“Yeah, they’re out there waiting for us.” Sam says.

Bucky nods and runs both his hands over his jacket.

He could do this.

He could not kill the one person he wants to the most.

Right?

—

“Captain. Sergeant Barnes.” One of the officials, a woman with long dark hair, greats Bucky and Sam as they step onto their canal boat. Bucky takes a seat and a deep breath.

“I’m agent Harlow with the FBI. I’ll be briefing you both on what to expect and who when you arrive,” her hologram iPad depicts photos of two men, one is blonde and the other has darker hair, “This is Alexei Roma and Giovanni Bianca. Alexei is our billionaire philanthropist. He is trying to get possession of the necklace for no reason other than adding another piece to his collection. He is innocent and doesn’t even know what the necklace is capable of. He’s the one hosting tonights gala where he and other billionaires and making ludicrous buys. Most of them black market,” she switches the photo over to the man with darker hair, “Giovanni. He’s Alexei’s biggest competition. His offer matches Alexei’s. Difference? Giovanni knows who the seller is. We assume they are there tonight.”

Sam frowns.

“This necklace seems so special, like it holds some kind of power. It makes me wonder why the seller is trying to get rid of it in the first place.” He says.

“Good point. Another thing for you both to find out,” the woman takes in a deep breath and switches the hologram photo to a photo of a file. She hesitantly looks up at Bucky, “After you’ve gotten information on where this seller may be, you need to find Hayden. We don’t have anything to help us identify who they are aside from their name and a scar on their arm. We do have height and weight identifications which should help a bit, and they are these,” she shows Sam and Bucky the numbers, “you’re looking for a needle in a haystack. Odds are, Barnes, since they are Hydra affiliated they will recognize you before you recognize them. Remember that,” Bucky doesn’t say anything but he enjoys the weight of his licensed P226 Legion handgun on his body, “Hayden is important because they know why that necklace is powerful. What it does. What it can do. We need to find that out. We need to also find out why they were running after it. Hayden is to be detained, unharmed, under Wakandan order, to not avoid additional conflict or attention to the seller or more buyers. Once we have possession of it, Hayden will be taken to Wakanda for further prosecutions decided by them.”

Bucky has to hold in his scoff at the end but he gives a short and barely noticeable nod anyway.

The gala is illuminated by blue and purple lights.

The music plays sensually as people stand around talking, drinking their choice of liquor, or making connections.

Bucky could feel the fire in his veins as he thanked the bartender for his scotch. It burned down his throat as he tossed it back.

He could feel it in his stomach as it settled there, hot and strong.

He missed being able to get drunk. Not that this, tonight, was a good time for it. But the last couple of days were ideal. The amount of drinks it’d take him to finally feel the start of it’s affects would take at least ten glasses of whiskey.

He longed for it.

He hadn’t feel numb like that in so long.

Anything to feel something other than that ache and emptiness in his life.

Bucky leaned over on the bar table as he discreetly tried to find Giovanni or Alexei.

It bothered Bucky that he didn’t know what Hayden looked like.

Every man that would look at him, even the bartender, made Bucky want to stand guard.

He hated this.

Bucky asks the bartender for another drink, wanting to feel more of the taste of the amber on his tongue.

“I’m Kassie.” A gentle and feminine voice came from Bucky’s side.

He turned around and saw a brunette, tall, and tanned skin. She was absolutely stunning. Her straight hair ran down her back, following the tight curvature of her dress, and her hazel eyes were piercing.

No scar.

She gave him another smile after asking for a drink.

“I come to Vanni’s galas quite often. Most faces are regulars. Haven’t seen yours, though.” It’s then he notices her accent.

British.

“First timer.” Bucky says.

“Something of interest caught your eye yet? The auction items are more prestigious than usual this year.”

“il tuo drink, signore.” The man hands Bucky his drink and Bucky thanks him.

“Not yet, but we’ll see.” He says.

The woman smiles again and nods.

“Vianni’s work — all of it is marvelous,” she takes a sip of her own drink, “some of the sellers this year are quite great as well.”

Bucky raises a brow at this.

“Do you know if there is a special area for sellers?”

She tilts her head at him.

“You’ve got quite the paper on you,” she whispers. She moves in closer to him and answers quietly, “They meet up there.” Bucky follows her perfectly manicured finger.

There’s a lounge on the top floor. Secluded from the rest of the room. Bucky can immediately make out the two guards at the entrance.

“Good to know, thank you, miss.”

“Kassie.” She correct him.

Bucky doesn’t miss her doe eyes and her sweet tone. He slyly moves his left hand behind his head in a way where his left ring finger falls in direct line with her sight.

Her demeanor changes majorly, but her kind eyes and smile still remain. She takes a small step back.

“It was nice meeting you.” She says shortly before taking her drink and walking away.

Bucky sighs as soon as she’s gone and runs a hand down his face.

He drinks his glasses until the end and then walks away, tightening his tie around his neck as he made his way to the stairs that led up to the other floors of the building.

“Not sure if you got that, Sam.” Bucky talks, walking smoothly past the other people.

“We did. You going up there now?” Sam asks.

“Halfway there.” Bucky says with finality.

Bucky is about to take the second flight of stairs when her hears commotion coming from across the floor. He looks up towards the VIP area where he was headed to, but that was also behind him, and frowns. There was a fight.

Bucky’s thankful that on the second floor he was on there was no one there.

“Dammit, might have to hold off for a few minutes or so.”

“What happened?”

“Some kind of argument. We can wait a little more. At least now we know where they will be.”

Bucky turns around back towards the main floor where the guests are. He takes in a deep breath and continues his walk back down to the floor.

“We’ve got someone on the other building across, up on the roof, and they’ve narrowed down on Alexei and Giovanni in that vip area. We’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”

It’s all just soft noise to Bucky now. Three fifths of this mission was complete. Now he just needed to wait.

“Might as well get another drink.” Sam says playfully in his ear.

“Don’t tempt me.” Bucky says humorlessly, “I just might.”

At least it’d give him something to do with his hands.

Buckywas starting to feel a little awkward as he just walked around in the middle of the crowd with nothing to really do and no one to talk to.

At least the music pulled him away from reality for a bit.

He was so lost in his own thoughts about how he’d approach Alexei that he didn’t see the person he accidentally just hit walking by.

His shoulder hit the person’s hard, and when he spun around to see who it was, his breath caught only momentarily.

Wow.

Your hair also cascaded down your back, and your heels elongated your legs perfectly.

You had been anxious to head up to where you knew the guy you were looking for would be, that when you accidentally ran into someone and you spun around and realized you were looking at no other than Bucky Barnes, you were genuinely and thoroughly caught off guard.

You were standing there gaping like a fish. For the first time not knowing what to say right away. That’s when you realized he had no idea who you were. He never saw your face.

Then you wondered why he was here. Did he know about the necklace? Were his Avengers friend here?

Shit.

Your mission was compromised.

“I’m sorry about that.” His voice.

That stupid, deep voice.

You used his lack of knowledge with you as a disadvantaged and you gave him a small smile.

You needed to run and tell Ivan right away. There was no way you were getting out of there without them catching on to what you were doing.

The manpower was unfair.

“That’s alright.” You say quietly, before spinning around, letting the only thing behind you a man who for some reason was still looking at you and the train of your black dress.

Your super expensive black dress.

Bucky couldn’t stop the soft blushing he felt creeping up his neck or the flutter her felt at your voice.

Once you’re out of sight he quickly shakes his head.

Not only were you pretty, that wasn’t what it was, but your eyes...

He turns once more to look back at you again and this time you’re halfway down the long hallway that led to the exit out of the building.

His eyes narrowed down at you like a hawk. As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turned around and your eyes met.

That was when everything changed.

Your left hand quickly went up to your ear piece.

“Ivan. We have a problem. Mission abort, meeting you at Rezou.”

You turned once again to meet Bucky’s eyes, like a moth to a flame, and that’s when his blue eyes traveled from your face to your left arm.

Bucky’s stomach fell hard. His blood also ran cold in his veins and all he could see was red.

And you definitely knew who he was alright, because the second he made the connection to who you were, your face also changed and you picked up your pace.

Bucky could feel his heart in his head.

“Sam, I got her.” Bucky says quickly, a hardness in his voice that he himself hadn’t heard in years.

“Who?” Sam’s confusion was palpable.

Bucky couldn’t even tell is he was running but he felt like he was at this point. He had to be.

“Hayden,” Bucky’s voice was unsteady, “Hayden’s a girl. I’m after her right now.”

“Buck-“

“I’m following her out the venue. I’ll need you, Sam. Stay on.”

Shit, he was already losing you.

You could feel the blood in your head and ears as you ran as fast as you possibly could outside in the Venice streets.

The winter soldier was after you. You hated him, but you knew how strong and much faster than you he was, but you would put up a fight.

“He’s here. The Winter Soldier is here.” You spat into your ear piece.

“What?”

You turned it off. You didn’t know what the Avengers could hack into and you didn’t want them over hearing anything.

The streets of Italy were already asleep, and your heels cladding loudly with stones as you ran as fast as you could.

You knew he was on your tail.

You could practically feel him right behind you.

You whipped your head back to see you were in fact correct.

You were screwed. You knew you were because this was a super soldier and he was a goddamn sniper. If he hadn’t caught you yet, it was by choice.

You wondered if he was tiring you out on purpose.

His face was angry as he spoke to someone.

You were right. They were all here.

You decided your best bet would be to create obstacles since your speed wasn’t what would win here.

You made a sharp right around a buggy and ran over the bridge over one of the canals.

“Fuck.” You grunted out as you felt your diaphragm already begin to spasm.

You only had one place you could go. Thankfully, it wasn’t that far.

You weren’t sure what you’d do when you get there.

You made another sharp left and then ran down a dark alley, illuminated by the orange lights of some of the homes, and ran towards the end, making a right.

Just like that, everything became more quiet. You stopped behind the wall and took a few deep breaths.

He could be right behind you, maybe did lose you, or was playing you. Whichever one it was, you had to take your chances. You turned your head towards the right and continued the way you were going, but much slower this time.

While you do so, you check your thigh to make sure your gun was still there where you put it.

It’s there.

You turn down another alley towards your left and then stop just next to a door. You look once more towards the direction you came from, relieved to see no one there.

Opening the door, you make your way inside the building.

You’re thankful you discovered this back entrance to your hotel earlier.

Hand tight on the handrail and the other grabbing the bottom of your dress, you start making your way up to your floor where your room is.

Room 302 of the Hotel Danieli.

One of your favorites.

With a deep breath you make your way over to the table next to the window and quickly remove your ear piece. You also unbuckle your gun from around your thigh and then run your hand through your hair.

You had not expected this.

You did not expect to see him.

You also weren’t an idiot. You knew you didn’t out run him. He was still out there waiting for you. You didn’t know what game he was playing at or how he even knew who you were, but you were willing to put up a fight. Your eyes quickly flicker away from the window as a soft gust blows your curtain just slightly.

Your eyes go to the roof across the street.

He was a sniper.

You quickly move out of direct sight of the window, bringing your gun with you, and rest up against your wall next to it.

You turn the safety off.

Wait.

Your eyes dart down once more to the open window.

The soft click of another gun’s safety being turned off is the only confirmation you need.

You can’t help the laugh, in the form of a scoff, that leaves your lips. Your hair fans over the left side of your face as you turn to look directly into the black void of the rest of your suite.

With footsteps that are barely noticeable, and as the lights illuminates his face, Bucky steps foot into your hotel bedroom.

His eyes are dark, his tie is gone, he shockingly broke a sweat, some of his hair was falling over his forehead, his mouth is in a tight line, and he’s got his gorgeous - oh hell you had always wanted one - Legion gun pointed directly at your head with both hands.

Hilarious; he still kept his vibranium hand hidden.

You just stared at him as he continued looking at you, saying nothing and doing nothing. It almost intrigued you. He looked furious, his top lip almost trembled, yet he was as still as a rock.

You let out a short laugh as you lifted your own two arms to point your own gun back at him.

“Put it down. Now!” He screamed the last word at you and you felt insulted.

You let out a little smile.

“I don’t think you’re really talking to me that way, now are you, Bucky?” Something about you knowing his real name irks him deeply and it does something to him he wasn’t prepared for. It makes him feel more human than assassin and it reminds him of what you took from him, “I’m not scared of you. I only ran because I don’t want you in my goddamn way.” You fire your bullet into the lamp right behind him at your last word.

Either of you barely flinch at it.

“I don’t give a shit. Stand down. Now.” He says again.

You squint an eye at him and that’s when Bucky has had enough. The speed he goes for you physically hurts you, and he aims his gun directly at yours, causing yours to fall apart in your hand and fly across the room; its sudden power making your hand burn.

With a growl, you unexpectedly grab him arm and twist his around so he’s the one with his back against the wall.

He was more powerful than you, but you were still somewhat skillful and did have some more than normal human strength. Catching him off guard was just enough.

Bucky’s breathing was hard as he pulled you around until he was back in an advantage point.

You smirk just after your head hits the wall hard.

“That was fun,” you knew what he was about to do. You saw it before you knew. He was too distracted in what was going on in his head that he did a piss job in hiding it. You quickly reach your right hand around until the cuff he had in his hand is closed and locked around nothing, “but frankly I’m bored, soldat.” Bucky could only glare back at you as you stepped your impressive black high heel into his shoe and moved your body closer to his, “It was nice seeing you again.”

Bucky didn’t bother to react at his blood boiling or to attempt to run after you again.

He had already made contact with everyone else and they were prepared for you.

If anything, it had all gone to plan.

What he didn’t expect was for you to be you.

Your perfume lingers in the beautiful hotel room and he’s out of breath as he watches you jump out your window, aiming for the waters below.

Idiotic.

Bucky closes his eyes tightly together and runs a hand through his hair.

He expects the voice in his ear, but he still hates it just the same; and it hits different. It’s a confirmation of what the next few weeks will be.

“I got her.” Sam.

“We should be landing in New York soon. We’ll have someone drive you to your home in the city. You said her room was ready?” Sam asks Bucky, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bucky can’t find it in himself to vocally respond yet.

He also can’t wrap his head around the fact that this girl in front of him killed his wife just a few days ago.

This hydra agent.

This criminal, who he’d have to literally protect and keep in custody in his own home for god knows how long.

His eyes linger over the bruises on your legs and he doesn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for you.

You’re passed out and cuffed to the bed underneath you. You hit the water pretty hard. It was evident how desperate you were to get away from him.

He wants to kill you, and maybe he will once they have the necklace.

Bucky can only nod in response to Sam’s question.

“Five minutes to landing.” Sam says.

“It’s on autopilot?” Bucky asks, walking out of the plane’s medical area, closing the door behind them.

“Yes. Did you want to land us the rest of the way?” Sam asks.

“Yeah,” Bucky says softly, finally allowing his heart to feel again, “it’s been a while since I’ve flown.”

@03stepedwa @migueloharaslxt @unaxv

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan #marvel #marvel fanfic #bucky x you

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pilesofpillows · 9 months

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Like Real People Do || Attoye Excerpt

Attoye Week Day 1: First Kiss

A/N: Here begins my Hozier Anthology… there will be two Attoye Week fics inspired by my beloved Celtic Bog Faerie.

I hope you enjoy this lil snackie for @attoye-week

The dress was white.

One shouldered with a fitted, intricately beaded bodice, a similarly besparkled sleeve, and a skirt that pooled around her feet— and it was white.

Stark and breathtaking, carefully thought out, beautifully and painstakingly crafted— and it was white.

Okoye stared at the full-length mirror, and a bride stared back at her, somber as she was stunning.

She’d be married anew, cloaked in grief— wasn’t that fitting?

At least her outward appearance would match the inner turmoil rollicking through her body.

“You look beautiful.” Izefia spoke in a reverent tone from behind Okoye, making the final adjustments to the fit.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Okoye gave the woman a forced smile. The same smile she’d plastered on through every dress fitting and council meeting and treaty mediation and contract negotiation. It was cracked at the edges and never reached her eyes. But it had saved her from endless questions and empty reassurances, so it became the only form of armor she possessed.

Izefia grinned back proudly, just as she had when she’d presented the dress earlier that morning. Okoye didn’t– couldn’t begrudge the elder woman’s pride. Her work was always exceptional, no matter the occasion. It was why she’d been chosen to design Okoye’s wedding dress.

The dress she would wear to marry her new husband and cement her kingdom’s new alliance. The dress she would wear to provide Shuri with a measure of protection while she healed and keep the nation that she’d bled and spilled blood for whole.

“Just one more thing,” the tailor said, gesturing to one of her assistants.

The young woman stepped onto the raised platform with Okoye and Izefia, arms gingerly cradling yet another white piece of fabric. Okoye kept her eyes on the mirror, watching Izefia reach for one end of the garment, delicately lift it, and move behind her. She heard the faintest of clicks, and Izefia’s arms encircled her, careful hands securing a jewel-encrusted belt to her waist with another soft click.

“Oh.” Okoye breathed a soft sigh of wonder as the tailor moved her hands, her eyes fixed on the center of her midsection.

The belt was not white.

The top edge was lined with pearls and diamonds like the bodice of the dress, but the rest was an explosion of color that nearly made her weep. Aquamarines and emeralds swirled with yellow topaz and onyx to form a pattern she knew intimately. And at the center of it all: a sapphire. It’s blue so rich and deep it felt like coming home.

Her eyes watered, and she sucked in a deep breath, meeting Izefia’s gaze in the mirror once more.

The older woman smiled gently and fanned out the skirt affixed to the belt, revealing the familiar blue-dotted pattern of concentric circles and lines. The Border Tribe. Home.

A single tear trailed down her cheek, and Okoye choked on the grateful sob trying to crawl out its way out of her throat.

“Thank you.”

Izefia turned Okoye and cupped her face, carefully wiping the lone tear from her cheek. “You are as much his bride as he is your husband. But first and foremost, you will always be a daughter of Wakanda.”

~ magis postmodum ~

A/N 2: It’ll get better, I promise 😅

Thank you for reading! Can’t wait until Attoye Week begins! 💕💕💕

#attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye x attuma fanfiction #attoye week #attoye week snippet #okoye #attuma #attoye week day 1 #attoye week participant #mcu okoye #attuma of talokan #black panther wakanda forever #bpwf #pilesofpillows

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formyloveoflove · 1 year

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Ample Time (Okoye x Attuma One-Shot)

Words: 1001 Rating: Explict - NSFW Summary: The day's the day: Okoye's getting married. Before she can tie the knot, Attuma has one more treat for the bride-to-be. Notes: Okoye's Wedding Dress is inspired by @xblackreader's beautiful design here!

They could hear muffled voices on the other side of the wall. Okoye found herself pinned between the locked closet door and the Talokani giant draped in his ceremonial grab. His hands on her wrists - the very same hands that dragged her from an unsuspecting Nakia - rubbed against her serpentine and pearl jeweled bracelets. Even his amused smile couldn’t hide his hardening middle that he proudly pressed into the cut-out of her white dress that exposed her stomach and specially crafted waist beads.

“Glad to know that it’s always a pleasure to see me, Attuma,” she huffed as she adjusted her red head jewelry, hoping they didn’t get tangled in the midst of his tugging her into a closet.

“Pleasure, indeed,” he smiled. “You look divine, Okoye. I’m sure your future husband will agree.”

The bride-to-be couldn’t help, but roll her eyes. Ever since the news of her upcoming nuptials spread across the lands of Wakanda, Attuma made it his mission to let the entirety of Talokan know. The fiercest surface warrior was tying the knot again. If it was up to him, there would be several festivals dedicated to his sparring partner and her new beau.

She blew a mock sigh of relief, “Thank Bast! I’m sure he would be relieved to hear that. Maybe you should go tell him.”

“And miss my last opportunity to taste the unmarried Okoye of the Midnight Angels?” He lifted her exposed leg to wrap his waist. She obliged. As she always does.

He motioned towards her lips. His own now free from covering as Shuri and the American scientist created a new contraption that allowed the breathers on his gills to provide adequate air. She covered his mouth with her hands. He scowled in response, and she snared.

“You’re going to mess up my makeup. And then Aneka will have your head.”

“She can gladly take it. I will die a happy man so long as you are on my lips.”

“Have your funeral overshadow your wedding?” she laughed. “I don’t think so.”

He brushed his fingers up her thigh, searching for her sweet spot. Once he found it, gapping open and dripping wet, he laughed right into her ear as she rolled her eyes.

“Were you expecting something?” he whispered into her neck. “Or is this another Wakandan tradition that I have yet to understand?” He pecks a trail down her neck, relishing in the groan emerging from the base of her throat. His kisses led him to a beaded chain of jade, and he glowed at its beauty. “And who made you this, warrior?”

“My future husband,” she breathed. “Attuma, stop teasing. Fuck me already.”

Attuma thought of Okoye in many ways. In the heat of battle, in his arms, on his lips, but never in his wildest dream could he imagine her swimming in Talokani and Wakandan jewels and makeup as she swayed in her wedding dress, begging for him. Thinking only of him.

“Oh, I would love to, Okoye,” he breathed over her lips. He slipped his fingers from her, earning a whine and a curse. Popping them in his mouth, he swirled the taste of her over his tongue. “But I cannot be the cause of you leaving your husband at the altar. That would break his heart.”

“I have plenty of time,” she yanked his dick in her hand, pulling him closer to her. “You don’t even have to cum.”

He indulged her too much, but when she looked at him like she was just as hungry for him as he was for her, how could he not? He aligned himself with her opening, being sure to hold up the front of her dress.

“Cruel woman, does your husband know that you could deny his release like this?” he laughed before pushing himself all the way into her warm wetness.

“Yes,” she moaned. “And he loves me in spite of it.” She rubbed her hands down his neck as he hoisted one of her legs to dive deeper

“Mmh,” he hummed. He stuffed his face into her shoulder to muffle his own sounds of passion. She hugged around his dick as if she was made for him. Her pretty lips murmured his name. A shiver slid down his spine.

She was ruining him. The Okoye he met on the battlefield was the same everywhere else: thoughtful, unyielding, passionate. When she was with him, she made sure that he knew she was giving as much as she received.

She gritted her teeth to contain her moans. He lifted his head as he sped up his thrusts. He stared into her eyes, and his intensity made her stomach jump. She slammed her head softly on the door, sighing a song of relief.

“Okoye, kiss me,” he grunted. “Makeup be damned.”

She grabbed a handful of his ass, pushing him right where she needed him. “I don’t,” she huffed, “want to get married,” her pussy squeezed. “with smeared makeup.”

“So stubborn, even when you’re this filled?” he whined. He snapped his hips, and she tightened her hold against him. “I feel you, K’iin. Let them know who has you screaming like this! Let them know whose fucking you like this.”

Her toes curled as her hips buckled underneath her. He was reluctant when she came undone underneath him. She tried her best to hold it back, but she couldn’t. She was only human.

“Okoye!” they heard Nakia whisper against the door. “You have better come out here with your waist beads intact and your makeup flawless. I gave you both ample time.”

His laugh vibrated through her chest as he slipped outside of her. Pressing his forehead to hers, they breathed into each other as if the ceremony on the other side of the door disappeared, and it was just them. Together. Two forces of war fighting for each others’ happiness.

“Your groom-to-be is a lucky man, Okoye of the Midnight Angels,” he smiled.

“Yes, you are,” she smiled back.

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #mcu okoye #okoye x attuma fanfiction #attuma of talokan #attuma #okoye #okoye smut #wedding

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zents-girl · 8 months

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Shuri's Fashion Part 1

Compiling all of Shuri's outfits because I love her character and all the work Ruth Carter (Costume Designer for Black Panther and Black Panther Wakanda Forever) put into them.

"With Shuri, we wanted to show designs that feel young and vibrant. I really wanted her to have vibrancy and freshness, and pop colors." -Carter

“You meet her and she’s not interested in being in anything traditional. So we didn’t give her any beads, any kente cloth, nothing like that. All of her materials have a vibe of being eco-friendly and forward-thinking.” -Carter

The very first outfit we see Shuri in:

Cropped top and mini skirt. Something we'll see is a pattern for her.

"And then you have Shuri who is wearing an Adinkra symbol. This Adinkra symbol means purpose, and she certainly has a purpose in Wakanda." -Carter

Specifically it is the Wawa Aba symbol meaning "seed of the Wawa tree" This seed is known for its hardness. So Wawa Aba also symbolizes hardness, strength, toughness, endurance, durability, and so on.

The second outfit is the Traditional grab worn at Warrior Falls

The corset is inspired by the Dinka tribe, with clay beads and a long spear at the back. The combination was so uncomfortable for Letitia Wright to wear, it lead to the "This corset is really uncomfortable..." line.

The jaw piece is made of Shark teeth

Next is her white lab dress. She's finally back in something she created for herself. And of course, if it ain't a cropped top with a mini skirt. It's a mini-dress. 🤣 “I decided that the overlay would a type of material that is protective, cool and fun. I felt like it should look like it was made from recyclable fabric or recyclable materials. The first dress we see Shuri wear is a white dress with a mesh overlay. Overlays look like they are protecting the fabric that’s underneath, or they create a story of their own, so most of her costumes have these protective layers."

“I was faced with the challenge of the ‘lab coat’ and I felt like it was so cliché,” said Carter. “Any time someone says, ‘We’re in the lab,’ people go, ‘Well, get the lab coat!’” Instead, Carter fashioned this strapless dress and gave it a mesh overlay that subtly suggests a lab coat and also feels like something that Shuri would have invented herself.

But Carter says the shape of her clothing still holds meaning. "Her first dress is a white dress and we created the front of it to be this cylindrical round shape — and I was trying to connect shapes within Wakanda so you see them repeat. It's the language of Wakanda."

“It was a big challenge for me to come up with a wearable lab outfit that would fit the character of Shuri. She’s the young designer genius of the Wakandan Design Group and she’s very forward-thinking, so I don’t see her wearing a standard lab coat." -Carter

Next up, her lab outfit during the Korean car chase scene

Another ding for cropped tops and mini skirts

Next the "Broken White Boy" scene. Another mini-dress with an overlay.

For the next few scenes, Shuri is wearing an orange jumpsuit with stitching meant to resemble a panther face.

Shuri on the way to the Jabari tribe and sneaking into her lab wearing Basotho blankets

And finally we get to Shuri's battle outfit

It will never not be funny to me that Shuri had to stop to put on makeup before she entered the battlefield. And she didn't just stop at the warrior dots. She had to add eye shadow, lipstick, and put her braids in an updo. An absolute Queen.

Final scene before end credits and another ding for mini-skirts

And her final outfit where she's given a more 'mature' look. Unfortunately we don't get a very good look at the full ensemble.

All in all, Shuri's fashion seems to favor, short dresses and skirts; Mesh and see through overlays for lab protection; Clothing she makes for her self out of recyclable materials; and a preference for white and orange colors. And of course, a majority of her footwear favors SNEAKers. 🤣

And that was just BP1 😩 The next few posts might need to get broken into more parts.

#Shuri #Black Panther #Ruth Carter #Letitia Wright

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killmongerskeeper · 1 year

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Hiii

Can you maybe write a Shuri x fem!reader smut with promts 3, 5 and 6?

Where Shuri was busy in the lab for some time so they didn’t have sex for a while and Shuri just comes to her and fucks her brains out in the middle of the day because she was finally done with whatever she was doing. And omfg if you can write vibranium strap!Shuri it would be amazing

Thank you <3

Smut #3: “I want you now”

Smut #5: “You can get louder can’t you”

Smut #6: “Don’t cum yet”

"Delicious. Just as I remember." She grinned as she slowly turned you over. "Care to give me one more?"

#shuri prompt #black panther shuri #shuri x you #shuri x reader #shuri smut #mcu shuri #shuri udaku

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taiiunknown · 1 year

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✨TONIGHT, ILL BE THE BEST YOU EVER HAD 💍

This a short story inspired by the song (Tonight ~ John legend) so I advise you to listen to the song while reading 😽

Warning: FLUFF AND I MEAN LOTS OF IT , grab a tissue 🥺, very short story sorry not sorry 😛

Summary: Y/n & SHURI has been dating for 3 years and shuri finally decide to propose Aka tie the knot 🪢💍🤭

Today shuri has been acting really weird today, I don’t know what’s up with her but she have been real distant and sneaky and I really don’t want to jump to conclusions bc we have been strong going on 4years and it has been the best 4 years of you life .

Shuri told me that she was gonna be busy all today so she might not be home at 4 like she usually do , so I decided to go to my best friend house to vent to her a bit and also catch up , but she thought it was a good idea to treat me today which was very odd but I guess she just wanted to be nice today so we ended up at the nail shop .

*NAIL SALON*

“I feel like you overreacting.” Cari said while looking at the lady who was painting her toe nails, “Ya, Maybe you’re right…I just want to know what’s wrong.” Y/n said while having her feet in the water while the nail tech finish her pinky finger (you got cute white French tips medium length with a little diamond on you ring finger). “Just enjoy the day we having together then tonight when you go home talk to shuri.” Cari said with a small smile “ya… I am, what we doing after anyways ?” Y/n asked “oh we fixing your hair so when we don’t you better get to picking hair styles , I Feel like you need a cute silk press since your hair already long asl .” Cari said “ok even though I love my curls” I said laughing .

*3hours later*

I felt like a brand new person walking back in the palace, After getting my hair and nails done , including a Brazilian wax , I felt so pure and fresh.

On the way here I was already planning in my head on how to confront shuri about her being to distant , as I got closer the living area I seen rose petals leading to the balcony by the kitchen, I hear (Tonight by John legend) playing in the back ground and was easily caught off guard by how sexy shuri look right now . She was wearing a all black long sleeve shit with gray buttons, all dark gray pants with black shoes and … WAIT A MINUTE DID SHE GET A LINE UP IN THE BACK ?!!?!?!!

Ughhhh god take me now …

Mean while i have on a cute black dress and cute black rhinestone flip flops since I didn’t expect to be doing much today,

“Shuri what’s all this for ?” I asked looking at the set up in awe (just imagine what you want) “for you Usana, you deserve this and everything that comes with it” shuri said lifting my chin so I can focus on her “including you? Bc last time I checked you was being real distant to me for the past couple of days like you don’t love me anymore , and I’m really tryna understand if I did something wrong or not so I can fix it or even m-” I said rambling non stop “ MY LOVE STOP !” Shuri said to stop me from rambling “You did nothing wrong y/n , I just been planning something special for you that I have been thinking about since the first moment we met, And don’t ever think about changing yourself okay ? Bc you are perfect and I love you with everything in my heart and I don’t want you to ever think I stopped loving you bc I will never stop loving you Mami , Do you hear me? And I’m so sorry for even making you feel that way Nkosazana yam (my princess) . Shuri said while we both tearing up a little

“Ever since I first laid eyes on you I’ve been having it all planned out y/n and even my mother knew we are soul mates before she passed..” Shuri says while slowly moving on to one knee … lord I’m finna fall out

“So will you please make me that happiest Queen alive and be my wife sithandwa sam ?”

Shuri asked with a few tears running down her face while I’m straight out finna blow a snot bubble 💀

“YES ! Yes my shuri, I will” I say sobbing a little

“YES ?!!” Shuri asks shooting back up to her feet while picking me up “YES BABY!” I say giggling bc I’m so star struck. Shuri begans to scream in happiness and I do the same.

Shuri puts me back on the ground to place the ring on my finger (imagine what you want)

“And by the way Cari was in on the plan” Shuri says with a sneaky grin “Wowww I knew she was up to something” I say laughing “yk you look really good right now Ms.Uduka” Shuri says while grabbing me by my waist “MEEE?? You look fine as always while I literally have on the most simple fit ever” I say rolling my eyes and pouting, “it’s ok if you don’t see what I see Usana, But do you mind not walking tmr ?” Shuri says getting closer to my lips “umm..it depends how good you do” I say clearly joking bc she be fucking me up for real. “Say less enomtsalane (sexy)…

THE END !!

#wakanda forever #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri udaku #shuri x riri #shuri smut

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 1 year

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me & you

bucky barnes x fem!reader drabble

you meet bucky in wakanda after months apart. angsty + fluffy. 657 words.

Wakanda was a home away from home for you. After being recruited as a part of their outreach program in high school, you spent years living within the walls of the palace with your best friend, Shuri.

Running riot in the vibranium corridors, training with the Dora Milaje and building weapon after weapon in the lab. Thanks to this country, your mind and body had been sculpted into something you were proud of.

That’s why visiting was always bittersweet.

A large part of you wanted to stay and relive your happiness underneath the shield, whilst a larger part of you knew that you had to keep searching for Bucky. Your lover had been lost for months, and it felt like you had searched every square inch of the earth and he was still nowhere to be found.

The two of you met during the Civil War when you were interning at the Stark Tower and freshly back in the US. Tony had been so impressed with you that he asked for your help tweaking a new suit of his and of course you immediately jumped at the chance to work with your boss, leading to you quickly becoming a part of his team.

But you switched sides when you met Bucky, yearning to be near him and be the rock that he needed.

“That’s new.” You said to Shuri as you walked the kingdom’s land with her, just like old times. There was a round orange hut standing in the back corner of the field, goats grazing around the tree that grew next to it. You remembered running in this pasture with Shuri when you were younger, teenagers but acting like children, playing with the kids from the surrounding tribes.

“Yes. Well, we needed somewhere to house The White Wolf,” Shuri replied, smiling at a family that passed behind you both. The who?

Just as you were about to ask what she meant, a man emerged from the door of the hut, dressed in a traditional robe you saw many of the other locals wearing. You squinted at the figure in the distance, noting the shoulder-length brown hair and the… black vibranium arm.

“I just wanted to come and see how my new invention is working out for him,” Shuri explained, but you had already taken off towards him, sprinting as fast as you could.

“Bucky!”

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, he would recognise it anywhere, and watched you slowly come to a stop in front of him.

“Hi, doll.” He whispered as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him as hard as was humanly possible.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked, raising your voice and stepping away to shove at his chest, “I’ve been worried sick looking for you.”

“I know, baby. But you have to understand… I didn’t want to hurt you.” He said, thinking about all the times he had those nightmares- being the Winter Soldier again and causing you pain that no one deserved. The last thing he would ever want to do is lay his hands on you.

“You could never hurt me, my love. I wouldn’t let you.” You giggled as your sadness quickly dissipated at the sight of him, remembering all the times you’d beat Bucky when you sparred together. Sometimes, he forgot you were trained by Wakanda’s strongest warriors.

“I couldn’t risk it, doll.” He said, tears forming at the corners of his eyes that you immediately wiped away, hating to see any negative emotion on his face.

“I’m gonna help you, baby. Me and you… we’re gonna get through this together. This place can heal you.” You whispered against his lips. And you were telling the truth- the Wakandan air had cleared your mind of the monsters you carried more times than you could count.

“Me and you, doll.” He repeated, sealing your lips together in a gentle kiss.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x female reader

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mymarsmoonandstars · 1 year

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About Killmonger...

and his usage of the word sacrifice, and how he compares to Namor

It's so interesting to me that just like Shuri, Killmonger is wearing white in the ancestral plane. They're mourning clothes for him, too, aren't they? If they are, in a film about moving through the grief and resentment that comes with loss, his white clothes represent that Killmonger is stuck—stuck in anguish, stuck in rage. This may explain why he told Shuri that Ramonda sacrificed her life for Riri, because in his mind, his own father N'Jobu sacrificed his life for the African diaspora.

(By the way, I am using the word sacrifice here because this is the language Killmonger uses, and I merely want to study why. I myself do not believe N'Jobu's or Ramonda's deaths were. When black folks are murdered, I don't view their deaths as sacrifices. They didn't want to die. Both N'Jobu and Ramonda were human beings desperate to save someone (or someones, in N'Jobu's case). The word sacrifice to describe the deaths of black people should be applied with the utmost care, because there is a history of people using that word against us, as it places culpability on the murdered black person instead of the one who actually did the killing. It also reduces black folks to always being the strong and resilient type when we can be victims, too.)

In the first film, Killmonger's father's death motivates him to finish what N'Jobu started and spread vibranium weapons outside of Wakanda to wage a vengeful war—this is his way of "taking care of business" which he encourages Shuri to follow. In calling Ramonda's death a sacrifice, he does not take away blame from Namor, but rather does so to inspire Shuri to act. He urges Shuri to make sure her mother did not die in vain and to instead use her to justify even more bloodshed, just as he had done with his own father. Him wearing white shows he hasn't progressed from this sentiment, and even after all that's happened, he is still very much in pain. It's like he wants Shuri to wage the war that he never got to.

I think Killmonger views the loss of his father as a sacrifice to cope with it, and to him, his father's and Ramonda's deaths are one and the same. In reality, N'Jobu was killed by his own brother then abandoned. Ramonda was drowned as punishment. Neither wished to die. Neither should have died. But to view their deaths as sacrifices? It takes away the brutal truth and gives their deaths purpose. Sacrifice as euphemism. Sacrifice translated into action. He spurs Shuri to vengeance this way, but it doesn't come across as manipulative. For Killmonger, Ramonda and N'Jobu both died protecting a Black American(s), and being that he's never healed from his trauma, he coaches Shuri in the only way he knows how.

But how is never as important as why, isn't it? I've been trying to come up with an answer as to why Killmonger mimics Namor's line. I think to understand it, you have to draw some parallels between him and Namor. The core of what makes them anatagonists is that they both wanted to wage war against colonizers in the name of protecting their people. But they have much more in common beyond that:

White supremacy displaced both Killmonger and Namor. N'Jobu had to hide them away in Oakland just as Namor's mother Fen had to take refuge in the water.

You know how N'Jobu always told his son about how beautiful the Wakandan sunsets are? And how Fen told her son stories about a land and people who never had to change? N'Jobu and Fen filled their children's heads with stories of their homelands dressed up as fairytales. Consequently, Killmonger and Namor grew up thinking of home as an idyllic place that they should have belonged to, but a place always out of reach.

Killmonger and Namor witnessed their father and mother grieving the loss of where they came from. They inherited this grief, this longing.

They have a complicated way of seeing life—they fiercely want to protect their people, but are so blinded by this that they harm those who should be their allies (Killmonger killing black people and other people of color as an American soldier, Namor's assault on Wakanda, both becoming the very thing they hate).

Adding onto the last point, death is sadly common for them. As a boy, Killmonger says, "everybody dies, it's just life around here" which is very similar to Namor's "when you age as I do, you realize we all lose everyone we love." Their hearts are hardened against death, and this is truly a sad thing, and allows them to commit tragedies devoid of sympathy.

So it's kind of perfect that Killmonger echoes Namor's "how is never as important as why." The two characters uphold the same motif of the Black Panther films—to not only look at their methods, which are not the best and at times even downright wrong, but to understand the reasoning behind them.

Remember, despite everything, T'Challa still takes Killmonger to see the Wakandan sunset. The image of these two sitting together and watching the sun go down in Wakanda embodies this theme of empathy, and mirrors Shuri and Namor watching the sun rise over Talokan.

#erik killmonger #killmonger #shuri #t'challa #n'jobu #n'jadaka #queen ramonda #wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #black panther #namor #wakanda forever meta #i don't think i can ever get this film out of my mind

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