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Hold me by the heart
Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: When Shuri is at her absolute worst, you were always right there to hold her and comfort her.
Translation: Ungubani -> Who are you?
Note: T’Challa is very heavily involved here and the overall all fic is pretty sad. This also heavy with grief and has a major Wakanda Forever spoiler, just in case you haven’t watched the movie yet.
Y/F/N means your father’s name, I couldn’t really think of a name to put for that so
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2016
Being an war-dog stationed in Austria was not how you expected to be spending your 18th and 19th years of life. After a year in the Austria, you missed everything about home. The air, the water, the people, the food, your culture, your family, your girlfriend. You were sat on the couch in the apartment that had been given to you, clicking through tv stations.
You got to the news to see that the Vienna International Center had been bombed. You sat up as you listened to the headline. When the broadcaster said that King T’Chaka of Wakanda had been assassinated, your heart stopped.
Images of the building on fire, smoke clouds darkening the sky, flashed on your screen. But they didn’t register. The only thing flooding your mind was that your King was dead. Your countries ruler was gone.
And then your mind drifted to your girlfriend, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. You hadn’t noticed your tears until heavy knocks came to your door. You wiped the tears and looked through the peephole.
There you saw two members of the Dora Milaje at his side. You immediately opened the door and they glided in.
“Ungubani” “Y/N, daughter of Y/F/N” You pulled your bottom lip down to show your war-dog tattoo to the Dora.
T’Challa walked into the apartment. You didn’t look at him for very long, as you lightly bowed your head, but the devastation was clear as day.
“My Prince.” You said as you bowed lightly. You knew very well you weren’t required to do this, it was more so to please the Dora than because of a distant relationship.
T’Challa just pulled you into a hug which you returned instantly. You stayed there for some time, trying to comfort the man you had known as an older brother for years.
He pulled away but left a hand on your shoulder “It’s time for you to come home.” You nodded and you knew the implications behind it.
You knew T’Challa wouldn’t be returning home for long, he was telling you so you could be there for Shuri.
You packed away your things as fast as possible and hurried to the Royal Talon Fighter. The flight was spent mostly in silence, you leaning on T’Challa’s shoulder as a form of comfort. He greatly appreciated it.
When you landed, you were overcome with nerves. You hadn’t been home in a year and the first time you return, is because the man you viewed as a second father was now with the ancestors.
You stood at the top of the stairs and almost went into a panic. T’Challa’s hand squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, you took a deep breath and descended down the stairs.
You saw your girlfriend and her mother standing side by side in front of the palace. Her red, teary eyes lit up when she saw you. She waited until you were some feet away from the plane before she ran into your arms.
You welcomed her and held the back of her head. The world didn’t matter as you held her, all you wanted was to ease her pain. “Thank you for coming.” She said through her tears.
“Shh, no need to thank me.” You pulled away to hold her face, her hands held your wrists. “I will always be here for you.”
2018
N’Jadaka had killed T’Challa. Right in front of your eyes. Your body and mind had gone numb. You sat in one of Wakanda’s lush forests, and for the first time the scenery of Wakanda didn’t have any effect on your sour mood.
Your heartbroken girlfriend sat between your legs, holding your knee as she cried. You had one hand massaging her scalp. Her mother sat in front of you, holding her hand and yours.
“First Baba, and now my brother. Mama we didn't even get to bury him.” You shushed her. Ramonda wiped her tears.
You wished you could be of more comfort for her, but your own pain was rendering you silent.
In a way though, the severity of your own emotion helped Shuri understand that she was not alone in this. She wouldn’t be missing her brother alone. She had her mother, and she had you.
2024
Shuri had been working around her lab trying to find a cure for her brother. You had gone some time before to say your goodbyes to T’Challa in the event he didn’t make it.
You told him how much he meant to you, as a brother, a friend, and as an overall inspiration. You told him that if he didn’t have any fight left in him, that it was ok. That you would take care of his beloved mother and baby sister, that you would protect them with your life. You told him that you would dedicate your life to protecting his honor and his memory, and to making him proud.
With a final squeeze of his hand, you left the room he was in and ran back to the lab. Over the years, Shuri had taught you a lot about technology and you were ready to offer your help in any way you could.
When you got to the lab, people were rushing out. You walked in confused. You saw Shuri standing alone at one of her tables. You walked over to her and before you could say anything, you saw Ramonda walk in.
You felt nauseous because you knew what this meant. You tried to hold it back, but a sob ripped through your chest and you turned away.
“Griot, whats my brothers heart rate?” Shuri asked, voice thick with fear.
“Your brother, is with the ancestors.”
Shuri slowly walked backwards, all the emotion hitting at once. She only heard a faint ringing in her ears and her head felt as if it would explode. Before she fell to the floor in complete agony, your arms wrapped around her weak body.
You eased her way to the floor and she held your biceps tight as she loudly cried. Seeing her in this much pain only worsened your own, you threw your head back as to not see the hurt. You bit your lip so hard you tasted hints of blood. Ramonda slowly walked over to her grieving girls.
The funeral
You still did not feel worthy to walk alongside the Royal Family through this. Despite all the assurances by Ramonda that you belonged there, and Shuri saying how badly you were needed, you still felt unworthy.
You swallowed those insecurities and walked with your head high, but face riddled with exhaustion and all the overall grief you were facing.
T’Challa’s coffin was placed on the ground and before it was lifted, Shuri placed her body over it. Ramonda went to pull her back, but you lightly put your arm in front of her. She looked at you with confusion but you knew Shuri needed this moment.
She didn’t get to properly say goodbye to her own brother, this was her own way of doing that now. After some time, you moved your arm and nodded. Ramonda lightly pulled a broken Shuri from her brother’s coffin and back to her feet.
Shuri placed her face in your neck and you placed your hand on the back of her head.
2025
After the passing of King T’Chaka, you never thought you would leave Wakanda again. Now after losing T’Challa and Ramonda, and all the death you saw in your country, you couldn’t bear to be there. You needed to be far, in order to heal.
That is how you ended up with Shuri in Haiti. You had burned your funeral garments together on the beach and began to heal together.
Right now you sat in your room, writing in your journal. Writing out every thought and feeling you had throughout the day. Shuri had gone for a walk, she felt she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
You had no clue how long you had been writing when the door to your room creaked open. You looked up with a smile to see your lover, but your smile fell when you saw the state she was in.
Her thoughts had clearly taken her down a dark path. She stood in the doorway pulling at her sleeve as she cried. You almost jumped from your chair to hold her.
She kept her arms where they were but she just cried even harder when you held her. “I’m here love. I’m here.”
To that she pulled you in even closer. “Make it stop…” she begged to no one in particular. Your heart broke even further.
You wished you could. You wished you could take all her pain away. Wished you could take all for yourself. But you couldn’t.
What you could and would do, is hold her. Hold her through it all just as you had always done.
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#black panther#wakanda forever#icons#8#marvel#mcu#nakia#tchalla#shuri udaku#ayo#dora milaje#okoye#black panther 2#trailer#t’challa udaku#namor
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In another universe, Riri and T’Challa met and she and Shuri would often pull pranks on T’Challa 🥺
#black panther#wakanda forever#dominique thorne#ironheart#riri williams#t’challa#shuriri#t’challa udaku#shuri udaku#chadwick boseman#letitia wright
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It’s been 2 years since this amazing human left us. 2 years since his departure, but a legacy to last us fans a lifetime.
You taught us to love and respect our heritage and our history. You taught us to love ourselves as we are. Thank you for that, Mr. Boseman.
Keep resting in power, Chadwick Boseman🖤
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I really miss him:(
might draw namor later,,
#black panther wakanda forever#black panther: wakanda forever#black panther#t’challa udaku#t’challa#prince t’challa#bp2#t’challa my love#how I miss him so so much#he’ll always be my number one fav#art#Marvel#marvel fanart#fanart#black panther art#black panther fanart#t’challa fanart#wakanda forever#marvel artist
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I thought their use of the name “Toussaint” would just be one of those casual things where they name-drop it without acknowledging the history of the name, lest they risk getting slightly controversial, but they got closer to acknowledging it than I thought they would.
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cat to cat
#love him severely but man am i baffled by his suit#anyways <3#t’challa#black panther#t’challa udaku#marvel#marvel comics#mine#my art#procreate art#digital art#artists on tumblr
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Yo pls send me some ships so I can like explain their dynamic/vibe. I’m just very bored and I love thinking of new ships. Can be hella rare pairs and poly ships <3
#steve rogers#tony stark#marvel#natasha romanov#Bucky Barnes#Sam wilson#clint barton#thor odinson#bruce banner#james rhodes#pepper potts#t’challa udaku#sharon carter#carol danvers#wanda maximoff#stevetony#stucky#winterwidow#widow13#staron#rhodeytony#iron husbands#iron widow#pepperony#rhodeynat#thunderiron#stuckony#ironpanther#peppernat#starmora
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So um…
This happened… and I’m sniffling in the break room of my job 🥹🥹… thank you all so much, I never thought id make it this far but thank you so much!
What should I do to celebrate 100/150? I have no clue, but requests are open but please look at the rules first.
Have a great day, evening, or night 💗💗💗
#aaron hotchner#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#penelope garcia#sherlock holmes#john watson#irene adler#mycroft holmes#stephen strange#natasha romanoff#loki laufeyson#t’challa udaku#shuri udaku#wanda maximoff#melina vostokoff#yelena boleva#sam wilson#judd ryder#grace ryder#marjan marwani#paul strickland#tk strand#owen strand#carlos reyes#mateo chavez#tommy vega#bobby nash#athena grant#chimney han#evan buckley
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Marvels best opening are tributes
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Actually what the fuck :(
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sorry if the colors are weird i draw at one am with all my lights off LMFAOOO also idk why tchalla has earrings i forgot to get rid of them when doing line art or smth idk
#shuriri#riri williams#shuri#bpwf#black panther#shuri x riri#shuri udaku#black panther wakanda forever#shuriri fanart#tchalla#t’challa#procreate#this came to me in a dream
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T’Challa Udaku🐈⬛
Marvel Comics
“In my culture, death is not the end. They are still with us, as long as we do not forget them.”
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Todays Big Bro is T’Challa from Black Panther! He loves his little sister!
#black panther#t’challa#shuri udaku#marvel#marvel mcu#request#dailybigbro#I had to add the middle finger it’s so true
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Soul’s Choice
Synopsis: What if your soulmate, the love of your life, and with whom you’re meant to be and live by, happens to be your best friend’s wife?
Warnings: +21
“How do you feel, my love?” The Queen’s loving husband asked as she gave a tired smile and felt him press a hand to her cheek, cupping it gently.
“I’m fine. I’m just tired. These elders keep pissin’ me off and I’m not in the mood for any games today.” She replied with a groan and a huff, sinking further into their couch.
Chuckling, T’Challa wrapped his arms around his wife and held her.
“How about you take today off? Let me handle everything today. I might be able to help and actually catch N’Jadaka’s landing.” T’Challa offered as Layana groaned and gasped.
“Fuck… I forgot he gets here today. This morning I think it was… I’ll meet him during lunch.” She replied as T’Challa kissed her hand.
“Of course. Do not worry about a thing. Rest.”
“I will.” Layana replied, sighing and standing, walking to their shared master bedroom. T’Challa walked behind her and helped her undress.
“Let me draw you a bath. You’ll feel much better.” T’Challa offered, kissing his wife’s bare shoulders. Layana smirked and teased her husband.
“I know something else that might make me feel much better…” she whispered as she turned and kissed T’Challa’s lips deeply and passionately. The King’s hands traveled from her behind to her back, up to her face. He cupped her cheeks, gently and kissed her forehead.
“I love you. I will inform the staff so that no one bothers you. Please, try and stay away from work.”
“I will. I love you too, T’Challa. Thank you…” Layana replied with a grateful smile. T’Challa returned the smile and pressed a final kiss to his wife’s lips.
“Anything for you, my Queen.”
While an exhausted Queen bathed and lounged in the apartment, T’Challa went out and walked to the front of the palace, where his best friend’s talon was landing. Okoye and Shuri flanked him and the Royal Guard stood on the left side of the line they formed and Dora Milaje on the right. Heads high.
As the jet’s door opened, T’Challa began to smirk. N’Jadaka walked out and towards him with a smug yet cool face. Once he reached T’Challa, he greeted him with their handshake.
“What’s good, T? Where’s ya’ wife?” He asked.
“She is not feeling well. She is in our apartment resting, but she will join us for lunch.” T’Challa replied with a small smile.
N’Jadaka only shrugged it off and walked in with T’Challa.
“You still look scruffy, Erik. Try getting a haircut.” Shuri teased as Erik only smacked her away.
“I look cute as fuck. Bitches love my scruffy self.” He replied as Shuri only rolled her eyes, “I’ve got your new suit ready.”
Erik smirked, “can't wait.”
T’Challa led the way to Erik’s apartment within the Royal Wing of the palace and helped him settle in. His bags were put away, his clothes properly folded and hanged.
“You are much cleaner now.” T’Challa teased as Erik scoffed, “I had to grow up at some damn point.”
As Erik zipped up his last bag and placed it on the top shelf of his closet, T’Challa spoke from behind him in a softer tone.
“Today, there will be lunch and a dinner between us to welcome you. Please, try not to miss it. We have all missed you and now that you are back, we have the family together.”
Erik chuckled.
“It’s weird. Being welcomed with open arms by the same people that yelled at me growin’ up.” He spoke, closing his closet’s door and turning to face T’Challa with his arms crossed.
“You mean the people that yelled at us.” T’Challa smiled, “you seem to forget that we got in trouble together for everything.”
Erik scoffed once more, “yeah right. The only difference was that Daddy came to your rescue and mine had to be shamed.”
T’Challa’s smile went away quickly and was replaced by an apologetic one. Looking down at the marble floors, they remained quiet. T’Challa’s younger self always felt guilt and sadness for his best friend, but what could a small Prince do? He wouldn’t dare to open his mouth, and when he did, no one would listen.
“I apologize, Erik…”
Erik sighed.
“Nah. I’m the one that’s sorry… I shouldn’t have brought old shit up. I know you tryna do right.” He spoke as he offered his hand to T’Challa, who shook it.
“Thank you. Apology accepted.” T’Challa’s smile returned, “I have to go attend a meeting with the council. You are free to join if you’d like,” he offered as Erik shook his head. “Nah. I’mma chill here.”
“Very well.”
Erik showered and changed, walking out into the hallways of the large palace he once again could call home. The familiar paintings, the new decorations and the new guards all brought nostalgia and sadness over him. Even if he did get in a lot of trouble with T’Challa, he missed being a kid.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone bumping into his chest. Erik looked down and saw a woman.
“I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was… going…”.
Erik’s breath was taken away. This woman’s face was familiar. He had never seen her or met her before, but he felt as if she had been part of him for his entire life. He could only stare at this woman who stared back at him with furrowed brows, trying to figure out where they might know each other from.
To try and figure out why they felt such a strong bond between them and why they felt such a strong sudden overwhelming feeling of love and affection. It was incredible, but it was also utterly confusing and strange.
Erik’s collarbone suddenly began to feel a little warm. Almost as if warm water was being poured on that very spot. It was comforting. Almost if a hand rubbed an ache away. But his mind’s thoughts made his heart drop.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.” The woman spoke again as her collarbone also felt that comforting warmth.
“Nah, you didn’t hurt me… You feel that too?” Erik asked as the woman nodded and carefully revealed her collarbone. The area of her collarbone was almost flawless, until it wasn’t. It had a mark, a patch, half a shade lighter than the rest of her body.
Erik copied the action. Within his keloids, the exact same patch rested on the same place. Right on the collarbone.
“No fucking way.” Erik thought.
The woman’s eyes went wide.
“How…?” She whispered.
“I don’t know… are you… my soulmate?” Erik asked.
“I-I think so.”
Erik’s heart beat increased, his head began to spin.
The woman carefully approached the man, further examining the mark. There was no denying. They were identical marks, with no flaws.
“This can’t be… it can’t.” The woman whimpered, her eyes beginning to tear up. Erik gave her a worried and puzzled look.
“I’m just as lost as you… who are you?”
“Ah! N’Jadaka, I see you have met my wife.” T’Challa spoke happily as he grabbed his wife’s hand and pulled her closer to him. It took all of their willpower not to gasp. Erik felt his heart sink, and Layana quickly dried her teary eyes.
“N’Jadaka, I’d like you to meet my wife, Layana.” T’Challa spoke once more as Layana shook Erik’s extended hand.
They were both trying their hardest not to cause any suspicion, but after the revelation it proved to be a challenge.
“My love, this is my best friend, the one I was telling you about.”
“The one who always opened the rhino cages?” She joked, trying to change the awkward mood. T’Challa chuckled, completely unaware of the tension between his cousin and wife.
“Yeah… that’s me.” Erik replied, his hands inside his hoodie’s pocket. Layana could only hope this was a misunderstanding.
She was a happily married woman to a loving, caring, doting husband. The husband who made her the Queen of the best nation on Earth, giving her anything she could ever ask for. T’Challa was her soulmate, not Erik. It couldn’t be.
The feeling on her mark said otherwise.
“So, will you be joining us for lunch?” T’Challa asked as he grabbed Layana’s hand and began to walk toward the dining room. Erik took a deep breath and recomposed himself.
“Yeah. Right behind y’all.” He replied, walking with T’Challa and his wife. The King smiled brightly, having his best friend back.
The Queen however, was fighting a mental battle. How could this be possible?
She loved T’Challa. T’Challa gave her everything she could ask for. He was incredible…
But when she saw Erik and the slight touch of their handshake made it feel as if they had known each other for years.
Erik’s heart started to yearn for Layana. The more T’Challa pulled his wife closer, the more he felt his heart sink.
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A/N: I’m testing the waters with this one. Please, let me know what you think!
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💕 and 🎥 :)
(💕) top 2 fav characters:
black panther and moon knight !!
(🎥) favorite film:
black panther
ty for sending these in !! lots of love to u 💗
#x answers#black panther#moon knight#bp will always be my number one fav#i miss chadwick:(#excited for wakanda forever#t’challa udaku#t’challa#marc spector
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