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I wasn’t ready 🙁

a/n: no title bc i couldn’t think of one plus this isn’t rlly a fic, js a lil smth i was thinking about. the last part of it was inspired by this su comic i read, though i can't remember what it was called..

heart beat, negative, lungs, deactivated, body, comprised.

you stared in horror as griot read you her vitals, her blood was all over your face, hands and clothes, but you didn’t dare wipe it.

there, your wife laid, impaled. red liquid pooling from her mouth and nose, her eyes were lifeless, she made no movement.

“would you like me to contact the others, ms.y/n?”

you gave no response to the ai, as everything slowly started to tune out, you couldn’t hear the outside world anymore, you couldn’t see it. all you could see your beloved laying on the ground in her own pool of blood.

the attack had begun earlier this evening. namor had decided he had wanted to cut off the deal they had both made, in fear of shuri lying to him and double crossing his nation.

“ms.y/n?”

he hadn’t done anything flashy like the last time he flooded the city. he instead got shuri alone. she was on her nightly visit to the beach just outside the woods, the last place her and her mother truly connected before she was taken from her. she would make sure there were no dora with her, not even you and namor must’ve known.

as she reminisced, the young monarch noticed the serpent god emerging from the ocean. she hadn’t treated him like an enemy, but she was still on edge whenever he was around.

“what is it that you want?”

“do you truly have the intention of us building an alliance?” his question threw the scientist off, is that not what she had said? almost everyone who knew shuri personally knew that she never backed down on her word, no matter how bad the person was. but, she supposed she could see his suspicions.

“yes, i told you, you had my word on that. wakanda would protect your oceans as long as you promised never to show up here again.”

“did you? or did you let me believe it?” he began hovering towards her, until his feet landed on the warm sand. shuri stood and began creating distance between them.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never truly wanted us to be allies, did you, queen?”

“stay away from me—“ shuri was known to be fearless her whole life, never being one to back down from a challenge or tell someone off, when most people would be peeing their pants or running the other way. but she can’t deny, for these past 3 years, she’s been feeling the opposite of fearless, like she’s just been waiting for the last thing to tip her over and have her bursting into tears.

“do you think i am an imbecile? that i know you seek vengeance of me killing your mother.”

“what? no—“

her reached her to where there were only a few centimeters between them.

“you cross me, and i warned you, i wipe wakanda off the face of the earth..”

shuri then felt some sharp come in contact with her abdomen, she finally took her fear-struck eyes off the aquatic ruler and down at the large, sharp spear. in the exact same spot he wounded her the last time they had battled.

“it won’t heal twice..” he spit, venom laced within his words.

she tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing but swift breaths of air would egress.

“please..” she let out breathlessly, though she got no response, no remorse. he let her collapse to the ground, eyeing her vengefully as she struggled to take in oxygen.

“do not worry, i’m granting you your wish. you should be thanking me..” was the last thing he heard from him before he yanked his weapon from her middle.

“ms.y/n, would you like me to request for assistance?”

you should’ve been there. you should’ve stayed with her, something in your gut told you something wasn’t right.

“are you sure she’s alright, i mean— she’s been out there for almost an hour an a half. i know y’all want me to give her her space to mourn but.. i just don’t know.. i think i should go check on her, just to be sure.” you paced around the dining room, after you, shuri, and everyone else had invited them to dinner. it was routine for your wife to sit outside and reminisce, so you didn’t bother her about it tonight.

“i hope you know that little panther is going to say something.” mbaku snorted as he picked up a final carrot from the display plate. you ignored his warning and went out to find her.

“shuri? baby, are you alright?” you called out to her and got no answer, until you reached closer and heard faint coughs, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you continued to tread carefully, “shuri?”

the sight you saw once you finally reached her was something you could never have prepared for.

“ms.y/n, i really think we should call for assistance!”

“oh god!” you screamed, quickly running up to her as she laid, choking on her own blood. you placed your hands over her wound, hoping to stop the blood the was gushing all over her clothes.

“shuri— please, you can’t do this right now!” you watched her as she only coughed, her chest rising up in down in quick haste as she tried her hardest to breathe.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself, attempting to remain strong so your emotions wouldn’t make the situation worse, “you can fight it baby, come on! you’re gonna be okay!” you picked off two kimoyo beads from your bracelet and set them into her wound swiftly.

"these should heal it, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?" you placed one hand on the side of her face while keeping the other onto her wound.

shuri didn't know this would be how she would go. she had so much she wanted to say to you, but not enough time. all she could do was look at you and hope that you could hear her every thought. despite all her hardships and stress, the best part of her day would be coming home to see you. you soothed her somehow; in a way she couldn't explain. and how badly did she want you to know. seeing your distressed and horrified face only made her realize that she should've expressed all of this to you sooner.

she did make sure that the last thing, the last person, she looked at was you. she wanted your face to be the last thing she saw before she went, that way she could go peacefully.

she ignored your cries and your pleads, and pretended it was just you and her, sitting on this very beach, listening to the waves crash against the rocks and the sound of the few occasional elephants' trunks as they took their child through the water. she imagined you two sitting her and enjoying each other's company, rather than the reality of you holding the other as they clung on to life.

"shuri please, i'm right here!" you cried hysterically as you rested your head on your wife's chest, trying your best to soothe her.

soon you could no longer hear shuri's gasps, and her chest had stopped its quick motion. and that only frightened you more.

your head shot up immediately only to see shuri's lifeless eyes staring back at you. you didn't call out to her this time; you didn't shake her. you just looked.

you looked.

you held her frail body in your hands and looked.

"y/n!" instead of hearing the ai pester your once more, you heard the general, one who your wife loved dearly. she stood still as she watched the scene before her. the recently crowned queen, the last of the royal family, was now gone. and her wife sat over her, shocked in fear.

"my queen.." she hesitated, walking steadily towards you.

"no.." you whispered, voice almost hoarse, your eyes staying on your beloved, as if she would emerge back to life if you stared long enough.

"please.. just let me—"

"she's cold.."

"y/n.."

"get her a blanket, okoye, she's cold.." you cradled her into your chest, holding her tightly.

"y/n, please!"

"i don't want her to be by herself.." the only thing that was freaking the general out was how you were talking about the young scientist.. as if she were still here. as if she wasn't laying lifeless in your arms. throughout her entire journey of being part of the dora milage, this had got to be the most frightening thing she'd seen, just after the loss of queen romanda.

"s-shes okay, okay? i'm just staying with her.. i don't want her to be alone.. she doesn't need to be alone." you rambled as you rocked back and forth, still holding your wife, just like you used to when she would come to you crying, and you were the only one who could ever make her feel better.

okoye sighed, she didn't even bother to ask how this happened or why, it wasn't the time. she only joined you both on the ground and brought your face into the crook of her neck as you broke down in her arms.

"i'm right here, udade omncinci, i'm right here.." she only sat there and comforted you, letting a few tears trickle down her cheeks as well.

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Makeup with bae

shuri x black!fem!reader [short drabble]

fluff only

- a/n : I love being a girl 😍😍

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You love being a girl, there’s so much to do, like doing your hairstyles, matching new outfits, and makeup is not an exception.

I mean, who doesn’t like doing makeup? it’s fun, like painting but your face is the canvas. Or maybe…sometimes it’s not your face, it could be your girlfriend’s too.

“hold still or else I’m gonna poke your eye ball out.” you said, the eyeliner in your hand, as your other leg was spread across shuri’s lap, her hand gripping firmly on your ass and waist.

“chill…don’t make me blind, or else I can’t see your beauty.” she said as a tease and chuckle, but when the chuckle happened she moved.

“oh fuck.”

you muttered, took some makeup remover wet tissues and wiped the small part that you messed up.

“it’s actually quite artistic the way when it’s messed up.” shuri said, you don’t even know is she teasing or stating out facts anymore, so you just shoot her a side eye.

“yeah very artistic…”

“it is!” shuri exclaimed and held the mirror admiring the messed up eyeliner. “c’monnnnn just stay still, I know you look good with eyeliner.” you said whining, she seemed to understand your desperation and stayed very still.

The eyeliner turned out great, she just looks effortless pretty to be honest. The wing, on the end of her eye hooking perfectly upwards, as her beautiful eye is just laying there.

“it’s lucky to be this! effortless pretty shuri.”

you said as shuri took the mirror and started scanning the sight “I’m hot I know.” as you smacked her gently, “okay okay! continue your little brushing on me…” she said pointed at the soft makeup brushes.

“you don’t need the brushings cause you’re too pretty!” you exclaimed and applied lipgloss on your lips, then kiss her to apply some on her too.

“aye that’s a smart way of applying lipgloss, you should do that often.” shuri smiled childlishly, looking at the lipgloss between your fingers. “I’ll seriously buy the whole company of the lipgloss just for you to do that more often…”

“mhm.” you didn’t even acknowledge what she said, and touched up her eyeshadow,

“you look like…cleopatra. I’m jealous.”

“nah, I’m me. y/n’s girlfriend.”

“that’s your identity? seriously?” you giggled “you’re also a queen of an entire nation baby.”

“me being your girlfriend comes first, country second.”

“no shuri…the country is supposed to be your first priority, not me.” you said and looking dead in her eye, as you stopped the brushing on her eye lids.

“and well…a leader always have a partner to go to when they’re lonely, sad, mad, happy, or even injured.” shuri said looking back at you, explaining, then pointing at you “and you’ll be that partner of mine, to take care of me, to let me love, to let me protect and show care to.”

“so basically you want me to be your wife hm?”

“well of course…you ain’t goin no where baby…once I catched you, you’re not slipping of my fingertips easily.” she said as her hold on your waist tightened.

“your mine for life.”

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Hi! Can I request a t’challa x reader were this recently takes place after avengers endgame were the reader tells & introduces t’challa and shuri to t’challa and reader’s daughter

Sure thing! This is written for a Black AFAB reader living in America. Fluffy PG 13 stuff.

Your first embrace after five years was nothing short of life-giving. You trembled in his arms, breathing in his warmth and choking up with incoming sobs. Your tears soaked up the soft fabric of the olive hoodie he wore to blend in with the neighborhood, and he let you wrap your legs around him when he lifted you up.

The weather was a little warmer than usual, and the air was filled with distant conversation between people getting reunited with their families, just as they were doing... and nobody batted an eye when they saw people crying and hugging each other on the street.

The sun lit up T'Challa's tight curls and eyelashes as you pulled apart slightly, and you still couldn't believe it. It was the same man you thought you would never see again... well, except in your daughter.

T'Challa still didn't know about her. And neither did Shuri.

Your tears still flowed, because you just saw Shuri, who had also come all the way to the US to see you again. You collided with her, kissing her forehead and cuddling her like she would disappear again. Having a baby didn't make it any easier to live without the first.

The three of you hugged again, and you let go of Shuri only to kiss T'Challa for the first time in five years.

"Eww!" Shuri cried in mock disgust, seeing PDA less than six feet away from herself.

The nostalgia of hearing Shuri's chatter, and feeling T'Challa's body against yours hit you again. Bast, you had missed this dearly.

~

You had planned this out from the moment you recovered from the shock of people reappearing out of thin air. Both the siblings were unsuspecting and unassuming of what you were up to even as you walked up to the school at the outreach center.

Shuri was busy playing with a cat that had snuggled up to her in the middle of the park that you were all now in, while you and T'Challa watched, holding hands. He lazily fingered the beads on your braids, taking in how you had changed through the years. You had grown plumper with some post pregnancy fat still curling in love handles around your waist. He seemed to like it, as he smiled when his long fingers brushed subtly, but sensually over your midriff and hips.

The causative of half your stretch marks was about to arrive from her last lesson in school in less than a minute now, and you couldn't wait to see her, now more than ever.

The bell rang, and a high-pitched chorus of yelling ensued, signaling the end of the school day for the little ones. T'Challa smiled at the noise and looked at your expression. Your mischievous smile made him frown a little in suspicion.

"Hey- where are you going?" Shuri called after the tabby as it rushed off to the entrance of the park, which was near the school gate. Children rushed into their parents' arms in the distance, while some rushed out into the play area in the park. The cat followed some first graders around as they opened their tiny bags to bring out various bits of food that they had diligently saved during recess.

Both of them grinned at the sight, but you were focused on the one little girl with her hair done up in two little puffs by none other than you. She giggled and cuddled the cat before she looked up and saw you.

And when you glanced at T'Challa you thought, he knows. The look on T'Challa's face was one of dawning realization as the little girl came running straight to you. His nose sat on her face, albeit a little softer, if possible... and his eyes looked at their near identical twins from a distance. There was also your round face and huge, pillowy lips that turned a little down on the edges.

Shuri, as smart as she was, was in a little denial as she seemed puzzled at the girl's advance.

"Who's that?"

Neither of you answered, waiting for the girl to slow down as she came closer and finally, ran into your arms. You lifted her up like you always did and kissed her on the cheek.

T'Challa swallowed, his eyes welling with a myriad of shock, joy and pain. He stepped backwards to comprehend it fully: you had a child.... a five-year-old.... who looked a lot like him.

You grinned at him and neither of you spoke a word for a second. Shuri finally realized what was going on, and her eyes blew wide as saucers. Your daughter looked a little confused, but being the wise child she was, she decided to introduce herself first.

"Hi!" She said to Shuri, who was near her.

"H-hi! What's your name?" Shuri replied out of reflex.

"I'm Taraji, nice to meet you!" she squeaked, a little nervous, but excited and determined to make a new friend.

"Tara, do you know who these are?" you asked her.

She didn't answer immediately, shyly fiddling with the end of her green dashiki. "That's aunty,"

You put your arm around T'Challa. "And this?"

"That's Baba." she smiled.

T'Challa couldn't hold back his tears further than this; he pressed his sleeve into his eyes to be able to see his daughter better. She was the most beautiful thing in the whole world at that moment, and it brought him to his knees. Taraji approached him slowly from your arms, and T'Challa first held her little palms in his huge hands.

"Are you crying because you're happy?" She whispered curiously.

T'Challa nodded and hugged his daughter for the first time. "Ewe,"

Behind you, Shuri too burst into tears, and you held her as she tried to calm down. It worked out just as you had planned, and you couldn't feel happier and more complete with your sister your love, and your baby girl.

"Even Miss Brown cried when our old class came back... it's okay." She reassured her father, who nodded fervently as he examined every inch.

"I know... I'm just..." He murmured, "I should've seen it coming!" He laughed, catching your eye. You chuckled at him, remembering the nights in the early spring of 2018, that resulted in Taraji.

"So," He wiped his eyes again, "Taraji, hm? Taraji (Y/L/N)?"

The little girl grinned "Taraji (Y/L/N)." she confirmed, cutely mispronouncing your last name.

"Does she know?" T'Challa looked deep into her eyes. Shuri nodded. "Does she know who she is?"

You shrug. "Ask her, King."

Your babydaddy glanced at you before turning to his daughter. "Ungubani?"

The child stood up straight as she said this: "Ndingu Inkosazana T'Challa, Intombika Kumkani T'Challa."

I am Princess T'Challa, daughter of King T'Challa.

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AP Test Season

Platonic!Shuri x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 24 Prompt: "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Summary: Shuri's in Santa Monica to help her best friend through quite an ordeal.

Word Count: 1,071

Category: Fluff

A/N: @bandshirts-andbooks this is for you, I don't know if you remember but literally forever ago you sent me a request for platonic!Shuri and reader and because I can't read I didn't see the word platonic so I said I wasn't comfortable writing for her. Ngl it's 100% haunted me since I was going through old requests and realized that I'd completely missed the word platonic lmao, so here is a fun and sweet fic that I hope you like! Sorry for my terrible reading comprehension lmao

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I staggered out of the building, head throbbing, sunlight burning my eyes. I almost tripped on the first of the stairs and did a header down the whole set, but thankfully, someone else reached out to steady me before I could.

"Y/N! Are you alright?"

I turned, blinking blearily at Princess Shuri, one of my best friends in the whole world. She stared at me, concern written across her face as I took a deep breath in and out.

"Is it over? Is it really over?" I asked, my voice croaky from lack of use. Shuri nodded.

"Yes. It is really, truly, completely over."

"Oh thank God," I sighed, flopping back dramatically. Shuri laughed, guiding me over to a retaining wall outside the school where we could sit together shoulder to shoulder while I recovered.

I'd just finished my last AP test of my last year of high school, after a grueling two weeks filled with four-hour tests. It had been literal hell, and had almost killed me, hence the current brain fog. But I'd made it. And now, I never had to take another one of those stupid things as long as I lived.

"Come on," Shuri said, standing and holding out a hand to me after giving me a few minutes to recover. "You cannot sit on this wall in a stupor all day."

I scoffed. "Watch me."

"No! We have fun things to do! You survived your last round of testing, we should be celebrating!"

That peaked my interest enough to get me to sit up straighter. Shuri grinned, and I sighed, giving all the way in with an eye roll. I slid off the retaining wall, landing on the sidewalk next to Shuri and trying to muster as much energy as I could.

"Alright, Your Highness, you're in charge, because I don't have the brainpower left to contribute. Where to first?"

"Just follow me!"

Shuri took off down the sidewalk, smiling and laughing under the sunny Southern California sun, and her energy was infectious. A smile spread across my own face as I followed her, and with every step in the opposite direction of my school, I felt my strength returning.

Shuri led me to the Santa Monica pier, site of a scene from one of our favorite movies, Hannah Montana: The Movie. We wandered up and down the pier, grabbing snacks and taking ridiculous pictures together, then made our way into Pacific Park. We rode the rollercoaster, the Ferris wheel, and did every single other thing that looked remotely interesting until the sun started to set.

"Shuri, you are a literal lifesaver," I said as we strolled towards the end of the pier together. "Seriously, I think I would've just been catatonic for the rest of the day if you hadn't been here to pull me out of my funk."

She laughed. "I am glad I could help! It's been fun to be in California with you."

"Agreed. Couldn't imagine a better start to the summer."

We shared a smile, clinking our bubble teas together as we turned to watch the sun sink slowly into the ocean. Finally, once it got dark to the point that the lights of Pacific Park glowed as bright as the stars behind us, we turned and headed for home.

Shuri was staying with me and my family while she was in town, and as soon as we walked through the door, I felt a wave of exhaustion crash over me. My shoulders slumped, and I let Shuri take the lead as we wandered through the kitchen.

"Okay! So I thought we could make some popcorn and have a movie marathon to finish the night-"

She stopped mid-sentence as she turned around to smile at me and found a zombie smiling back. She huffed a laugh, a small smile coming to her face.

"...Or maybe we could do facemasks and watch something shorter, then go to bed."

"The second one," I said, nodding. "But let's keep the snacks part."

"Deal!"

Shuri and I loaded up on all our favorite foods, then headed upstairs. Thankfully, it was a Friday, so we could stay up late without me having to worry about going to school tomorrow.

We picked out facemasks, then decided on watching Wizards of Waverly Place from my queen sized bed with her laptop. The Wakandan tech got a higher quality image than even our TV downstairs, and we never had to wait for it to buffer.

My phone timer went off a little ways into the episode, telling us it was time to take off the facemasks. We took even more dumb pictures together of our faces in the mask before removing them, rubbing in the remaining serum as we flopped back into bed. We snacked for the rest of the episode, and I made it through without falling asleep. Once it ended, Shuri closed her laptop and shut off the lights as I sank down underneath the covers.

"Goodnight, Y/N!" she said as she climbed in on her side. I sighed and muttered a goodnight back. Then, even though I was quickly losing the battle to stay awake a second longer, I spoke up again, holding true to the sleepover tradition of continuing to talk after saying goodnight and shutting off the lights.

"Shuri?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for today," I said. "Seriously, AP test season sucks, and knowing we'd get to celebrate and have fun on the other side of it is the only reason I didn't just draw a cat on the DBQ page of my AP History test and call it a day."

Shuri laughed. "I won't lie, I would have liked to see your cat drawing. But I'm glad I could help you get through this. I had a lot of fun, too."

"Wakanda's next, alright?" I said. "Now that I'm done with classes, there's nothing stopping me from coming for a visit this summer."

"Deal! There are so many things I want to show you in person. T'Challa will not know peace as long as we're in the palace together."

I laughed, opening my eyes enough to share a smile with my best friend. We did our handshake, and then I rolled over and closed my eyes again, ready to go to sleep for real.

"I'll see you in the morning, Shuri," I sighed. She huffed a laugh.

"I don't expect to see you before one in the afternoon. But I will see you tomorrow."

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Now this was cute 😭 I need more

⎯ ✰ will you marry me?

genre: fluff, platonic wordcount: 1.1K pairing: platonic!Shuri x gn!reader pronouns: they/them other: takes place in Wakanda, MJ officiates, both wear corset tops with suit jackets & trousers, mention of reader wearing makeup, the 'wedding' scene is mashed up from film/TV weddings, Haribo is available in NY, race isn't mentioned warnings: mention of food, like one mention of God ? summary: having a platonic, but none the less dramatic, wedding with Shuri thorn's notes: originally posted 30/Oct; edited

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One night, a few months ago now, Peter Parker had held a sleepover at the Avengers Compound for his four closest friends: MJ, Ned, Y/N and Shuri. Ever since Peter had introduced Y/N and Shuri they had been instant best friends; texting constantly to share memes or late night thoughts, and whenever Shuri was busy working she and Y/N would be on facetime so Shuri wouldn't be working alone in silence. The different time zones of New York and Wakanda definitely weren't helpful factors in the friendship though and would sometimes force, that on more than one occasion that one end would have to hang up before they really wanted, not that either really cared for their sleep schedules anyway.

The five friends had sat in the main lounge room at the Compound, Princess and the Frog was playing in the background on the large, flat-screen TV. As it came to the wedding scene Shuri pulled a Haribo ring out of her 'share-size' bag and slipped off the couch from where she'd sat next to Y/N. Propping herself up on one knee, Shuri held the gummy ring up to where Y/N sat. The movement of Shuri sliding off the couch had caught Y/N's attention, making them break their gaze with the movie to look at Shuri. Once they noticed the position Shuri was in and the ring being held up towards them, Y/N gave an exaggerated gasp, placing a hand across their heart before extending out to Shuri to slide the ring onto. Y/N then pulled a similar looking ring from their own bag of sweets and placed it on Shuri's ring finger.

By this time the movie was no longer the entertainment, rather the antics of the two friends whom now adorned matching gummy rings on their left ring fingers. MJ had began filming as soon as she noticed what Shuri was doing, while the two boys were doubled over in laughter. However Shuri and Y/N payed them no attention as they sat together on the couch once more, seemingly impossibly close together, and comparing their rings.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ✰ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Now all planning decisions had been made and the five were all in Wakanda for the 'big day'. Y/N and Shuri were in separate rooms as they changed into their matching outfits; a white corset top with a dark blue suit jacket and dark blue suit trousers. Just as Y/N finished changing a knock sounded on their door, it was MJ. She'd just talked things over with Shuri and was now here to see how Y/N was doing. MJ came up behind them as they were fiddling with the sleeves of their jacket. Holding onto Y/N's shoulders MJ gave them a once over in the full-length mirror in front of them.

"You look incredible." MJ commented, not moving her gaze from the image in the mirror.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." Y/N responded after moving around to face MJ. MJ had dressed simply but pretty; a soft, light blue dress that rested around her knees was paired with her favourite black Doc Marten boots and accessorised with a couple of rings. Her hair had been styled into a loose bun so it stayed out of her face, but her curls were still free. Y/N thought she looked beautiful.

At that moment MJ glanced at her watch, "Thanks, I've got to go and get in place now though, I'll see you shortly."

Y/N nodded as they watched their friend head off. MJ was playing one of the most important roles in this wedding, she was the one officiating it, she'd managed to get a clergyman degree just for the occasion.

Now all that was left to do was to wait. Y/N knew Peter would be along shortly to lead them to the end of aisle where they'd be meeting Shuri so the two could walk it together. Y/N busied themselves by checking their makeup, hair and outfit in the mirror for the time being.

When Peter finally arrived Y/N could see Ned walking towards them with Shuri. The 'ceremony' itself was taking place outside in one of Wakanda's many fields and a long rug had been rolled out to create an aisle, a small platform at the other end of the rug was there to represent the altar. Peter and Ned stopped the two next to each other at the beginning of the aisle before running down the side of it to get into their respective places for the ceremony. Y/N and Shuri watched and waited for them to be in place before interlacing their hands and beginning their walk down the aisle together.

MJ stood on the platform at the end of the rug holding a few flashcards and now with a thin, black cape covering her shoulders. God only knew where that came from.

Peter and Ned now stood to the left of the platform, Peter holding a cushion to act as ring-bearer, whilst Ned followed Y/N and Shuri's every movement with a video camera.

It didn't take the two long to each the altar-platform, unclasping their hands in favour of standing to face one another to hold both of the others hands instead. MJ stood behind them on the platform while Ned stood in front to record.

"We are gathered here today to witness the platonic marriage of Y/N L/N and Shuri, Princess of Wakanda. For them to be there for each other (if it's possible for them to be more than they already were) in sickness and in health, for better or for worse." MJ turned to Shuri first, "Do you, Princess Shuri, take Y/N L/N to be your platonically wedded spouse?"

With a large smile on her face Shuri answered, "I do."

"Do you, Y/N L/N, take Princess Shuri to be your platonically wedded wife?"

Y/N held steady eye contact with Shuri as they copied the girls expression, "I do."

"If anyone knows of any reason why these two should not be together either speak now or take it to your grave." Considering that it was only the five of them and a few dozen goats in the field there were no objections called out. "Then by the power vested in me by the online degree I got for this, I now pronounce you spouse and wife. Peter get over here."

Peter came over in front of the platform with the cushion as Ned focused closer with the camera. On the cushion were two Haribo rings that were almost identical that Shuri and Y/N had used to 'propose' to each other with and two silver lockets. Letting go of their hands closest to the platform, Shuri and Y/N picked up a Haribo ring each and slid it onto the others ring finger.

During this time MJ had stepped down from the altar-platform and now stood next to Peter, opening the two lockets for the 'newly-weds' to see. Inside both lockets was a candid photo of them, one of Y/N and one of Shuri. MJ handed the locket with the photo of Shuri to Y/N and handed the locket with the photo of Y/N in to Shuri before stepping back onto the podium as Peter moved away also. Shuri turned around first, allowing Y/N to clasp her locket up. Once Y/N had done up the clasp to Shuri's locket, it was their turn to turn around while Shuri clasped their locket.

As soon as the two were done and had assumed the position they'd been in a MJ read the vows, MJ called out: "You may now eat the rings!"

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Hii! It’s me, again. Greet me as I greet you:). Today I’ll be listing the very few pet names, phrases of endearment kwasha kwacima… that I know. It’s Valentimes asibe happy sibe merry.

ps: Don’t hold your breath I’m not good at this.

Xhosa and Zulu translated to English(barely)

Sphalaphala sam = My pretty one

Phakade lam = My forever

Soka lami = My partner

Izinyanya zivumile = The ancreators have agreed

Impilo yami ngeke ibe lutho ngaphandle kwakho = My life would be nothing without you

Inhliziyo yami eyakho, uthando lwami lungangolwandle = My heart is yours. My love for you is greater than the ocean/ ocean deep

Mandibon’ ubuhle bakho ikhanda livele lidume = Your beauty makes my head spin

Ngiyocaca naye = I’m going to marry them/him/her

Noma bengathini wena ungowami = Nevermind the naysayers you’re mine.

Inhliziyo yami ishaya kancane mangizwa izwi lakho = My heart beats settles when I hear your voice

Thandiwe = Beloved

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Prompt Request: Idk if it’s 1:30 yet for you, if it is sorry!! if not, can you do shuri x reader fluff with prompts 3 and 7?💕 

Fluff #3: A kiss on the temple

Fluff #7: Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum

Your sense of smell was engulfed in cocoa butter and tree tea oil as you stirred from your sleep. You lifted your head to meet the sun peaking through the curtains. Kissing your skin. You felt the rise and fall of the body under you and smiled at the sensation. It was your love. The two of you had just gotten back to Wakanda during the late hours of the night and immediately prepared for bed. You stared down at her just watching her breathe as you moved some hair out of her face. Her arm was wrapped around your waist as you laid on top of her. 

You thought about how much she's grown since the two of you decided to finally ask each other out. You're so glad you accepted all those years ago. She needed an outlet after all the main and grief she endured within the span of 2 years. Having both her brother and mother snatched away from her. Aside from the child her brother left behind, you are all she has left. Your eyes traveled down her jawline as you grazed your finger along her cheek. You planted a single soft kiss to her bare chest where her sternum rested. She began to stir in her sleep so you placed another kiss. 

"This is my type of wake up call." She mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. "Morning my love." She gave you a bright smile before you leaned up to meet her lips. Her arm around your waist tightened as you caressed her cheek. 

"Good morning dearest." You replied as you just stared at her. She rubbed her eye with one hand and you snuggled closer to her, soaking in her body heat. Her arms engulfed your body and you let out a fit of giggles as her lips littered small kisses across your skin.

"What do you have planned for today?" You asked and she stared up at the ceiling. 

"Probably head to the lab to make some adjustments to Okoye's suit. She gave me some suggestions on a couple of changes." She laughed and you ran your fingers through her curls. "What about you, beautiful?"

"T'Challa has been begging Nakia for me to come visit. He wants to show me some of the paintings he's done. The child is so bright. Just like his father." You beamed and Shuri couldn't help the smile that made its way to her face. Sure she's had thoughts. Thoughts of the two of you having children of your own. Two to be specific. A boy and a girl. But she would be happy with whatever you two have. Running around the palace to play with T'Challa. Growing with the boy. If they'd have your eyes or her nose. You noticed her silence and smirked.

"What are you thinking about princess?" You asked, putting a hand under your cheek. She laughed as she shook her head not knowing how you'd react if she told you.

"Nothing my love." She mumbled out, lips finding your temple and you nudged her shoulder. 

"Didn't look like nothing. Come on, tell me." You pushed and she sighed. 

"How do you feel about children?" She asked and your eyes held a sparkle in them that Shuri hadn't seen before.

"Us with kids? Of our own?" You questioned sitting up on your knees and she nodded.

"You don't have to answer that now-"

"Okay." You were quick to answer, cutting her off and she sat up to meet your gaze.

"Seriously?" She was in disbelief and you giggled.

"Of course. I would love to have your children. I'm sure there's somewhere we can get it done." You said and she crashed her lips into yours. You smiled into the kiss and held her cheeks before she slowly pulled away. "Come. We can finish this conversation after a shower." You got out of bed and pulled her with you to the bathroom. You both have a new head space with the idea of having children. Ideas you gladly welcomed.

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i’m so sorry, for the “you weren’t supposed to hear that” prompt i was referring to shuri! so sorry once again 😭

— pairing shuri x fem!reader | wc 0.2k | prompt "you weren't supposed to hear that!" | note it's okay babe, dw about it :) also this wasn't meant to be angsty but that's what it came out to be,,,oops

of all the mistakes you had made in your life, you were sure that this was the biggest and worst of all; this being the blunt and blatant confession about your feelings for the queen of wakanda.

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!” you hissed, fists balled in frustration. “i never meant to drop such things in your presence…you weren’t—aren’t—supposed to know.”

shuri’s eyes bore into yours, and you found your anger being replaced with defeat. she hadn’t said anything to explicitly oppose your feelings, but she also hadn’t said anything to return them. all she did was stare at you, a muscle in her jaw twitching. she looked as though she were mauling over her words carefully.

you swallowed audibly, wet your lips, and straightened your back at her strained silence. “just pretend i didn’t say anything.” mouth drawn into a frown, you went to turn away, ready to abandon your current situation. but shuri seemed to have other ideas about your leaving.

“wait,” she said quickly, making to grab you, “i didn’t know that you felt that way.” her words felt still. empty. 

blinking at her, you tried not to focus on the way her fingers felt wrapped around your wrist. there was a pregnant pause, and you swore her gaze shifted from unsureness to pity. realization struck you instantly—your biggest fear was about to become your reality.

“i’m sorry,” she said softly, her hand slowly falling away. “i can’t…i can’t like you like that.”

your eyes started to sting with swelled tears, your throat coated in lead. blinking past composure, you sighed heavily through your nose, trying to give her the impression that her rejection meant nothing. “i understand,” you told her coolly. “i’m sorry you ever had to hear my feelings come to fruition.”

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on the run || shuri x fem! reader 

summary: in which shuri’s girlfriend is an american girl that she met through riri williams. while it’s no question that shuri loves y/n more than anything, the glaring differences between them are not so easy to ignore. when shuri surprises her girlfriend in america, the differences in their lives become all the more apparent after y/n brings shuri along to a party. when shit goes left and it leaves okoye with lots to say about y/n and her lifestyle, y/n thinks the best course of action is to dead things with shuri after insecurities that she had been burying rear their head. ( — or in which reader is a little hood and she thinks shuri is ashamed of that side of her  )

warnings;  SLIGHT ANGST , shuri almost gets MUGGED. riri dates a MAN that’s a warning all on it’s own. there’s a few remarks made by okoye about her being AFRICAN AMERICAN, some girls make some distasteful remarks to shuri as well. MENTION OF DRUG DEALING , reader and shuri have a real ass conversation about the differences in their lives. READER CARRIES A GUN ON HER AT ALL TIMES. sexual innuendos, but no actual smut. sorry poohs :(

timeline ; takes place in an alternate universe. shuri’s mother & brother are ALIVE. the events of WAKANDA FOREVER have not happened. NO BLIP! for story sake: shuri was born in ‘98, reader & riri were born in ‘01. 

pairing; female ! reader x princess shuri

inspired by; PART II (ON THE RUN) by beyonce & jay-z. i been listening to it on repeat lately. i think conversations about the travesties from ALL sides of the diaspora. i think we often ignore it, especially when writing about these characters from wakanda, but it is important, and i like to make things realistic, even in the midst of the cutesy shit. this is one of my favorite works i’ve written so far, and i hope you guys like it too. listen to the song to get in the headspace.

dedicated to my literal muses, you guys are some of the most supportive & inspiring readers & writers i have ever met, and i am internally indebted to all of you beautiful people. love you long time… EXTREMELY LONG TIME. @shinsousliya​ , @verachii​ , @euphiea​ , @inmyheadimobsessed​ , @letitias-fav​ , @sweetalittleselfish-honey​ , @k3nn3dyxo​ ,@barkbarkbro , @n7cje​ , @rxcently​

“Suck yu mada.” the snort that escapes you is deep, sticks right to your throat and echoes in the air around you. “Don’t be talking crazy to me, cause you’re fucking chicken heads.” your friend Tariq reaches over and flicks your ear. He was in the same grade as you, but you’d known him since before MIT. You’d known him since y’all was both little tykes, running after your dads tryna make something of yourselves on a block full of druggies and jailbirds. MIT was an accomplishment, for both of y’all. You were making your hood proud here.

Senior year was kicking both of y’all asses though. Especially Tariq who couldn’t sit still to save his life. He was always fucking some new girl, which is what you were teasing him over. “They ain’t all chicken heads.” he tells you and you nod in mock agreement. “My fault.” you say as he smizes. “Some of them are bucketheads.” at this Tariq barks out a loud laugh, pulling the spliff from behind his ear. “Yo, you got a light?” he asks and you pull it from your bra, handing it off as he curls up his nose. “Dirty ass nigga.” he grunts as you kiss your teeth. 

“You know damn well.” you start as he immediately breaks out into a wide set grin. “If either of us is dirty, it’s you.” you remind him. “Can’t keep ya’ dick out a hole if somebody was fanning a band in ya’ face.” you say as he holds up a hand. “Pause.” he deadpans. “I don’t do no butt stuff.” he denies and you flick him right between the eyes. “Shut the fuck up.” you say as he laughs.

“How’s your old lady doing?” Tariq asks conversationally. He lights the spliff, pulling it up to his lips instantly. “Who Shuri?” you question and he shoots you a duh look. “Unless you smashing some other African bitch.” he says and you shoot him a warning glance. “She ain’t gone be too many bitches, yo.” you say and he smacks his teeth. “You know I ain’t mean that shit like that. I meant bitch, but like, lovingly.” he says and you roll your eyes, chuckling heartily. “She’s good. You know how that long distance shit be.” you say and he shakes his head. 

“No, I don’t. I can’t believe somebody took yo’ horny ass out the game.” he mutters, smacking his teeth. “I used to look up to you, man.” he admits. “Talking crazy.” you wave him off and he shakes his head. “Nah, you had game lil nigga, if that shit wont gay as hell, it probably would’ve got me too.” he says and you roll your eyes. “You know you been wanting to smash, nigga. Don’t flex now.” you shoot back and he doesn’t respond. “You the homie, bro. I wouldn’t do that shit.” he says after a second, but you don’t believe him. “Besides, that princess seem to be treating you good.” he grumbles and you smile a little at the thought.

“She is.” you confirm and he cuts his eyes at you. “Sappy motherfucker.” he groans and you laugh.  “Don’t be a hater all your life, b.” you tell him. “I heard ‘bout you and Ri.” you remind him and he adjusts a little in his seat. He lets some smoke float from his lips, it fans over your face and you grin. “Ri just the homie.” he denies shaking his head. “Lying ass motherfucker.” you say pointing at him. “I heard y’all the other night.” you say. Riri Williams was your roommate, you guys had known one another since Freshman Orientation.

“She was putting it on ya’ ass.” you remind him and he smacks his teeth again. “We ain’t talking about me though.” he deadpans. “We talking about you and your princess.” he reminds you. “What about her, nigga?” you demand. “What’s that like? Dating a bougie motherfucker?” he questions, and he holds the spliff out towards you. You take it instantly, grabbing for the lighter with your free hand as you reignite the flame. You fan it a little, forcing the fire to die down before you bring the spliff to your lips.

Tariq watches you closely, and you raise your eyebrows questioningly. You inhale deep, five seconds passing. You hold your mouth open briefly, holding your breath before you exhale. “Fuck you looking at lil ugly nigga?” you buck at him as he smirks. “Ain’t shit ugly over here, and you know that.” he says and you grin. “She ain’t bougie. Shuri different.” you tell him as you take another deep drag from the cannabis cigarette.

“Can’t be that different, she prolly ain’t never dealt with half the shit we dealt with. What y’all got to talk about?” he asks and you shrug. “We don’t be doing too much talking.” you joke and he curls his nose up. “Nasty,” he deadpans as you let out another laugh. “Look, I’m just saying, when you meet her you’ll see. Shuri’s cool.” you promise. “You think she coming to the slums to meet me?” Tariq asks with a dry laugh. “Nah, miss me with that. Silver spoon ain’t gonna last a second out here.” he denies and you cross your arms over your chest. 

“You don’t even get it. She ain’t one of those cliché ass princesses. Wakanda different. Shuri can hang.” you explain. “So she met your parents?” Tariq questions and you purse your lips. “Actually, yes.” you answer. “Okay, okay.” Tariq nods his head. “She be inviting you to Wakanda? You ever met her parents?” he asks and it’s another question you don’t want to answer, but you do. “It’s complicated.” you reply shaking your head. “You ever wondered why?” he asks and you look down at the ground. he says and it shuts you up instantly. Tariq, while ever the pessimist, always kept your head screwed on. 

He was your rider. 

“She know bout your… other job?” he asks and you cut your eyes. “Why would I tell her some shit like that?” you ask. “Cause she’s your other half, or whatever sappy shit you spitting.” he mocks. “You tell Riri everything you doing?” you ask. “Fuck no, cause whether she from Chicago or not, she ain’t in the life. Fuck I look like pulling her in some shit like that, nigga?” he asks. 

“It’s the same with Shuri.” you reason. “Nah, because even still, I could trust Riri to hold it down. Small as she is, that little fucker’s got hands and mouth.” He reminds you as if you don’t know. “Your princess? She got loyalty to her people, she don’t give a fuck ‘bout no bitch from the projects. Not when it counts anyway.” he mutters. “She ain’t gonna know what to do the second a gun gets pulled, or the cops show up. She’s from a whole other world, yo.”

You frown deeply at his bluntness, noticing the ashes have started to collecto n the knee of your jeans. “Look, I ain’t mean it as harsh as that sounded, ma. If you like the girl, I’ll cool out, but you know as well as I do, if she come on that saditty shit, she get what she get.” he says. “Shut up.” you mutter and he cracks up. “So when am I gonna meet her royal highness?” he asks and he takes the spliff back. “When she get here, nigga. Don’t be checking for us.” you say and he rolls his eyes.

 “Ain’t nobody studdin’ yo annoying ass.” he denies, hand waving tiredly. Your burner chirps in your pocket and you groan. “You betta answer, you know how they get.” Tariq mutters and you nod in agreement. You pick up the phone, holding it close to your ear. “Poppin?” you answer. “Don’t be answering me like I’m one of your bitches.” is the first thing that you hear. “Man, fuck you!” you drawl and you hear howling laughter on the other end. 

“You heard from ‘Riq?” Roz questions, and you look over at the boy in question. “Yeah, that lil nigga sitting right here, what’s up?” you demand. “Reg is throwing some party tonight, need all his best pushers alibied up.” Roz explains lowly. “Need both you and ‘Riq’s asses here, get it?” Roz instructs informally. “Hurd you.” you reply. Eyes flickering to Tariq, who’s raising an eyebrow, earnestly trying to eavesdrop. “We’ll be there. Don’t trip.” you say. 

“Good. Next drop is on Friday, you’ll be ready, right?” Roz asks. “Ain’t I always ready?” you ask. “Don’t get too cocky little nigga.” Roz had always been a bit of a bitch, you fucked with her mostly out of business obligation. “Ain’t shit cocky, I’m just good at my job. You know that.” you rebuttal. “Yeah, whatever. Don’t be late.”  she bangs on you instantly. “Dumb bitch.” you grunt as Tariq lets out a loud laugh. “What she want?” he questions. “Reg want us at some dumb ass tonight.” you mumble and his eyebrows raise.

“The block is hot, some shit’s going down tonight, and we all need an alibi.” you explain dryly. “Drop’s Friday though, means new product, these white kids can’t feen enough for that shit.” you proceed as Tariq nods along. He douses the spliff, letting it drop into the ashtray. “White people love they drugs.” he jokes as you nod in agreement. “You think Tony Stark was snorting coke when he was here?” you question as Tariq barks out a noise. “You’re dumb as shit, nigga.” he mumbles. “I’m asking.” you exclaim. 

“He probably was.” Tariq agrees after a second with a thoughtful nod. “Exactly.” you’re buzzing as you turn to face him fully. “You bringing Ri?” Tariq looks you up and down. “Why you so worried about Riri?” he asks. “Cause she feeling you, and I know you feeling her. Maybe getting some smart girl coochie, will set you straight.” you tease as he swats at you. “Man, whatever. Ri’s cool.” he agrees with a nod. “You think she feeling me foreal?” he asks and he looks smug. 

“Yeah, but you can’t play her like these other broads, Riri’s too nice for that. She’d also probably fuck your stupid ass up for trying.” you tell him and he nods. “Yeah, her little ass’ll probably be the one to get me on the straight and narrow road or whatever.” Tariq agrees. “Have me picket fencing and shit.” he cracks a small smile. “Yeah, Riq. You deserve that shit.” you reach over and clap his shoulder and his grin grows. Tariq wasn’t a bad kid, not in the slightest. He had a ducked up family situation.

The same way he was your rider, you were his. Y’all looked out for each other. Watched each other’s backs. It had worked all your lives. Your personalized Kimoyo Beads begin to chirp loudly on your wrist, and you already know that it’s Shuri calling. “A’ight, nigga, I’ll see you tonight.” you stand up, reaching out to dap him up. Your hands collide crisply, before you grip the underside of his fingers, pulling back before you snap your fingers. 

“Yeah, make sure you dress pretty, show these bitches how to really step.” he says and you snort. “Whatever, nigga. Just make sure you wash ya’ ass, can’t get no pussy if you smell like three cans of bounce that ass. Dutty bwoy.” you tease as Tariq’s face lights up. “Ya done out ‘ere fam!” he exclaims, swinging for you. You dodge him with a loud laugh, leaving his apartment behind. You shut the door behind you and smile slightly. Your Kimoyo Beads are still chirping, and you light up as you answer. 

“Usana, you scared me.” Shuri mumbles as soon as her projection appears. “Sorry, ma. I got a little caught up.” you apologize as you head for the steps. “Caught up?” she mimics you and you nod. “Yeah, I was hanging with my nigga, Tariq.” you say and she shoots you a look, but says nothing. “Where you headed?” she reroutes and you grab your phone. You check the time before you look at Shuri again. “I have this thing tonight.” you explain carefully.

“So I’m just gonna head to my room, chill for a bit before I go.” you explain. “What sort of thing?” Shuri questions, curious as ever. “Just some thing for my uncle, he’s having a little party.” you answer vaguely. “Ah.” Shuri nods in understanding. Reg was nowhere near you’re uncle. But it was the best cover story, especially for Shuri, she’d ask too many questions if she knew who he really was. Slight lies never hurt anyone. “What about you, baby? How you doing? Feel like I haven’t had time to talk in forever.” you say, and it’s true.

The last few weeks had been busy with all the weight you’d been moving. “I know, I’ve missed you.” Shuri mutters with a sigh. “Well, if you would just come to see me, we could both get what we want, right?” you had been trying to convince Shuri to come see you for months. It had been almost three since you’d last seen her in person. “You know I would if I could.” she reminds you. “I know.” you agree with a nod.

You’ve finally reached your car and you’re thankful you don’t have to walk anymore. The days of walking from place to place had thankfully managed to be put behind you. “I just really miss you.” you mutter and Shuri frowns, and it’s one of your least favorite looks on her. “I miss you more, my love. Of course I do.” she insists. “It’s just complicated.” you finish the familiar phrase before she can. “I know.” you sigh deeply. “Look, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you when I can, okay?” you say and she seems to deflate.

 “Please don’t be upset with me, nksozana.” she pleads. “I’m not. I understand, I promise.” you say. “I’ve gotta go.” you repeat and she inhales sharply, nodding her stiffly. “I love you.” she says and you smile faintly. “Love you.” with that you let the call disconnect before you can feel any worse. This was one of the few downsides to dating Shuri, not to account for everything Tariq had said.

You and Shuri were from two very different worlds. Always had been. Shuri had been born into luxury, she was the Princess of an entire nation. She had guards that tracked her every move, she had more money than the richest man in the world. She was the little sister of the Black Panther. She was a genius, a technological innovator. She was in many ways out of your league. The fact that you hardly saw her only fueled the insecurities that screamed that you were a placeholder for who she’d fall for.

You were undeserving of her, and you knew it well. You had been born to a drug dealing dad that put you on to game. You were the oldest girl, the only one your dad could count on to hold shit down in this way. Your big brother was mother was a praying woman. She tried to pray your way out the life, but praying hadn’t ever payed the bills. It never put food on the table for you and your siblings, so she let you rock. Even though it killed her, even though she knew there was only two places that dealers wound up.

The short drive from Riq’s apartment to your own is spent quietly, you don’t even turn on music. You’re more focused on getting home and regrouping. Tariq’s words about Shuri were really doing a number on you. Maybe there was a reason Shuri had never brought you home to meet her family. It was likely the reason you hadn’t bothered showing off your block when she came. You park in the lot designated for you and Riri’s apartment, shutting the car off with a sigh. You call Riri, and she picks up on the third ring. “Hey, baby girl.” Riri coos.

“Hey, are you home?” you question as you step out of the car. “Yeah.” she replies. “Just going over some shit for class.” Riri’s little twang comes out as she speaks, and it makes you grin. “Can you open up for me? I left my key inside.” You admit and Riri snorts. “Yeah, I gotchu.” She says with a nod before you hang up. As you head towards the entrance to your apartment building, you think about the shit ton of homework you had to make up. Life was getting so real, you were busy, but you were certain you’d be graduating on time. 

“Yo, MJ!” you see the tall curly haired brunette, you guys were in the same grade too. “Hey, Y/N.” she greets you with a shy smile. You pass her on your way up towards the buzzing doors. You slip inside, and head past the front desk towards the elevator. Hell no you weren’t taking no damn steps. You hit the button for the eighth floor, ignoring the glances from the white bitches that lived a floor under you. They always had some slick shit to say about Riri, so you wasn’t rocking with them. The ride is mostly quiet, you know they’re staring hard, but you had always been taught staring didn’t mean shit, it was the words that mattered.

These bitches knew better than to say anything, so they never caught smoke from you. They’re silent all the way up to the seventh floor, and they scurry off with glances thrown between them both. Snarky remarks singing on the tip of their tongues, but like usual, they say nothing. That was just the way you liked it. Once the elevator opens on the eighth floor, you’re already brainstorming outfits for the party tonight. Most of the other distros dressed exactly like what they were. You might’ve pushed weight for sheisty niggas, but you was never gonna look like some random bitch off the block. Your mama taught you better.

Upon reaching your apartment you hear music on the other side, and you snort. Riri was always filling the spot up with some of your favorite songs. You turn the door knob, stepping inside as you call out for Riri. “Yo, Ri.” you exclaim, but you’re met with silence. You kick your shoes off right by the door, locking the door behind you. “Riri, where your short ass at?” you call again, rounding the corner. The living room was big, the entire place was luxurious. It might’ve been dirty money, but it sure as hell paid for a lot of the shit you needed. And you loved Riri like a sister, you were gonna spoil her anyway that you could.

“Yo.” you spot a figure sitting on the couch and your eyebrows furrow. “Riri, you ain’t hear me calling you?” you ask, but you’re thrown off when instead of seeing Riri, you see Shuri Udaku. “What the fuck?” it’s the first thing you manage to exclaim. Shuri’s grin is shit eating as she looks at you. “Wasn’t expecting that.” she says through a laugh. “Shuri, what are you doing here?” you are on her in an instant, legs wrapping around her waist as she holds you up steadily. “Surprise, mntana oyimtombazana.” she whispers as you hold her tighter. “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you’re actually here.” you peck her cheek.

From there it’s kiss after kiss after kiss left on her face, her neck, her forehead, anywhere your mouth can really reach. “I told you that I would if I could.” she reminds you. “Are you here alone?” you ask and she shakes her head. “I’m sure Okoye and Aneka are lingering somewhere.” she tells you and you giggle. “How long do I have you for?” you question, you play with her curls as you link your arms behind her neck. “I don’t leave until next Friday.” she says and your face lights up. Usually Shuri’s trips lasted a day at a time, so for her to be here so long, it had you buzzing with excitement. You kiss her on the lips finally.

She laughs in the midst of it all, kissing you back almost instantly. “Where is Riri?” you ask as you pull away, still wondering about the whereabouts of your roommate. “She stayed long enough to greet me and let me in, she said she had some errands to run before a big engagement tonight?” she trails off and you nod. “So Riq really asked her.” you grin to yourself. “That means we have the whole place to ourselves, right?” you ask and Shuri nods, a bit obliviously. “I don’t have to be at the spot until tonight, think you wanna help me waste some time?” you ask seductively, fingers tracing light circles onto her exposed skin.

“Was waiting on you to ask.” she mutters, and it’s like clockwork. “Ndise ebhedini mntanam.“ you whisper, hoping that your pronunciation was fine. “You’ve been practicing?” she asks and you nod your head. “Yeah, been tryna sound as sexy as you do when you talk to me like that.” you say and she laughs. She adjusts her hold on you, giving you all her undivided attention. “I think you have me beat.” she kisses you again, harder this time. “Wanna make you feel good, baby. You gonna let me?” she asks, always the chivalrous girlfriend. “Yeah.” you hate to sound so needy, but you’ve missed her more than you even understood.

“Damn, y’all was fucking like that?” Riri’s eyes are immediately drawn to the trail of dark marks and bruises that trace the expanse of your collar and neck. “Shut the fuck up, nigga.” you forewarn as Riri snorts. “Had to get my ass out the house, I knew you two was gonna be fucking like rabbits, the second she called me telling me she was coming.” Riri says and you roll your eyes. “You kept that shit on lock though, I ain’t suspect a damn thing.” you tell her and she laughs. “Keep shit on that lock and key.” she reminds you. “Where’s Tariq?” you ask. “Pulling the car around.” Riri replies. “Where’s Shuri?” she asks.

“Getting ready.” you reply to her. “You sure about bringing Shuri tonight?” Riri asks and you shrug your shoulders. “Shouldn’t be nothing. I know these cats, most of ‘em all bark.” you say. “And the ones that aren’t?” Riri asks. “You know I keep something on me.” you tell her bluntly. ���Ain’t shit gonna happen to Shuri, I mean that.” you say firmly. “A’ight, I feel you.” she says in agreement. A few moments later, Tariq is opening the door to the apartment. “Damn, nigga.” he appraises you first, and you dap him up. “You look clean!” you retort as y’all run through your handshake like normal. “Preciate it, scrub.” you reply as he laughs.

“What about me?” Tariq’s eyes fall to the short brunette. “You know I was getting to you.” he says as he bends over to kiss Riri on the lips. “You look good as fuck, mami.” he says and you smile slightly at the exchange. “What’s the hold up?” he turns back to you once he and Riri are done with their make out session. “We just waiting on Shuri.” Riri explains as she wraps an arm around his waist. “Wait? Shuri Shuri?” Tariq asks, eyes falling to you. “Yeah, seems Ri and Shuri were plotting behind my back, set up a surprise.” you answer coolly. “So she here?” Tariq asks and you nod. “Just waiting for her to get ready.” you reply.

As if on cue, Shuri steps out of your room. She’s wearing an oversized black jacket, with white stitching that created abs upon her chest. She looked too good. “Too much?” she asks upon noticing your stare. “Hell no.” you retort as you cross the room to meet her. “Damn, baby. I ain’t know you had it like that.” you say as you take both of her hands into your own. “You look so good.” you lean in and she greets you with a kiss. It’s just as hungry as all the others you’d received that day had been. You weren’t pent the fuck up. Remembering your audience, you pull away and lead Shuri towards Tariq and Riri.

“Baby, meet my rider. This is my best friend, Tariq. We’ve known each other since the sandbox.” you say and Shuri and Tariq are both staring each other down. It’s a balls match if you’ve ever seen one. Shuri cracks first, “Nice to meet you.” she says in the accent that you love so much. “Yeah, fo’sure.” he nods his head. “She talk about you all the time.” he nods his head towards you and you squeeze down on Shuri’s hand. “I can say the same. You are one of her favorite people.” she says and Tariq smirks a bit smugly. “I know.” he mumbles and you can feel the awkwardness all in the air. “So what, you think you can hang with us tonight?” he asks and Shuri looks over at you. “I have no doubt I can.” she says.

“That’s what’s up! Let’s roll.” he whirls around, arm draped across Riri as the duo begin to walk towards the door. Shuri’s not moving, instead she’s watching Tariq with knit eyebrows. “What is it?” you demand and she’s not giving you her whole attention. “He’s intense.” she mumbles and you shake your head. “He’s all bark.” you say and she snorts. “He likes you.” she says and you let out a quiet laugh. “Nah, Riq’s full of shit, he’s harmless.” you promise, but Shuri’s not convinced. “Have you two ever — done anything? Ever talked about — “ you cut her off with a sigh. “Look, when was a little younger, we tried it out.” you say.

“How young?” Shuri asks and you blink. “I don’t know, we was like in high school?” you say. “It was for a few months, it didn’t work out. We too different, or I guess, we too similar.” you explain. “It doesn’t matter now, Shuri, so don’t trip, please.” you say. She’s not looking at you, and you hate that. “Come on, mami.” you use your free hand to reach out and grip her by her chin. You force her eyes to face you, and you frown. “He ain’t nothing.” you promise and Shuri exhales before nodding her head. “Let’s just focus on the party, yeah? We ain’t gotta worry about him or anybody else, tonight. It’ll just be me and you.” 

Shuri smiles brightly at this. “Oh, yeah?” she asks and you nod. “All night.” you insist and Shuri leans in to kiss you again. “Masihambe.”

“Okoye’s gonna lose her mind.” Shuri whispers to you as you pull up to the building. You had decided to drive rather than ride with Tariq and Riri, it made it easier just in case shit went left, or you felt a little too pent up to wait til you got home. “Okoye will have to get over that shit. You with me, I got your back, baby.” you promise as you look over at the girl as you shut your car off. The streets in front of Reg’s house are littered with cars, there are loads of people out on the steps, already drinking and chatting it up as music streamed through the windows. “I’m not worried.” she denies shaking her head. “I trust you.” she adds.

“Well that means everything.” you say with a doofy smile on your face. “I would never let no shit happen to you.” you promise, and you reach over and grab her hand. “But I gotta be honest, mami. Shit can go left really fast around here, I need you to stay near me. These niggas will do anything for a come up and the second they clock exactly who you are, they’ll start moving funny.” you explain bluntly. “Stay by me, understand?” and Shuri hates that she’s suddenly on edge. “Usana?” she says and you press your lips into a thin line. “It’ll be fine.” you reassure, and you bring her hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it.

“Hour and a half tops, then we can roll out, yeah?” you promise and Shuri looks unsure but agrees. “I’ll have to check in with Ayo and Okoye, of course.” she says and you nod your head. “I get it, I’m lucky enough that they trust me enough not to roll up on us.” you say. “It’ll be fine.” you repeat and she nods in agreement. You bring your hand up to cuff her face, pulling her into a kiss. Shuri kisses you back instantly, a quiet moan escaping her, and when you try to pull away she’s back on you in an instant. It takes all your willpower to get off her. “Missed this.” you whisper as you peck her in between each word.

“Missed this too.” she says and you feel like some sappy little schoolgirl. “I still can’t believe you’re actually here.” you say under your breath. You can’t take your hand off her face, it’s almost impossible to pry your hands away. “I’d be here all the time if I could be.” she says and you huff quietly. “You don’t mean that, Boston ain’t for you.” you tell her and she giggles. “Maybe not, but, I just mean that I’d be wherever you are if I could.” she explains. “Oh? I got it like that?” you tease and she rolls her eyes. “Do not be cocky.” she warns. “I ain’t being cocky, mami. I’m just stating a real fact.” you insist as Shuri flushes.

“How many times you make me cum earlier?” you cock your head to the side as you examine her fully.  Shuri’s stare was always intense, it was usually hard to keep eye contact, but you gave her the satisfaction of holding all your attention. “F-Five.” she stammers and you nod in agreement. “Yeah, treated me so good.” you mutter. “Maybe if you’re good while we’re here, I can return the favor.” you say and Shuri immediately tugs down on her bottom lip. “Fuck.” she says and you laugh, you kiss her again, only to be interrupted by a hand pounding on the window. You wrench apart, eyes falling on Roz at your window.

You shoot Shuri an apologetic look, rolling the window down. “Fuck is it?” you demand. “You supposed to be inside, nigga. Not out here slanging.” she deadpans, eyes flickering to Shuri. “Yo?” she looks from Shuri to you. “Is that-” you cut her off instantly. “Have some discretion, and get some fucking business, my nigga. We’ll be in when we in, alright?” you say as Roz smacks her teeth. ‘Reg ain’t feeling it. He want to see you.” she explains and you huff. “Heard you, just give me a second.” you say and she nods stiffly. She stalks off and you mutter a small curse under your breath. “Who’s that?” Shuri asks.

“Roz. Uptight bitch, ain’t nothing else to it.” you mumble. “Look, let’s go.” you sigh even deeper, opening the car door and stepping out. You round the front of the car, opening Shuri’s door for her and helping her out. Always the chivalrous girlfriend. “Remember what I said. Stay near me.” you remind her and she nods, lacing your hands together as you lead her from the parking spot across the street to the house. You guys get a few stares, that’s to be expected. “Ayo? Is that the Princess of Wakanda?” some loud mouthed dude is screaming, garnering more attention, and it makes you roll your eyes. 

“There goes the neighborhood, these niggas can’t stay quiet for shit.” you complain and Shuri lets out a quiet laugh. “Were you really going for discretion?” she asks and you look over at her. “I mean, your face card gonna have niggas cutting up regardless, but it would’ve been nice to actually get into the building before these assholes started cutting up.” you say and she nods in agreement. “So this is where you from?” she asks and you shrug. “More or less.” you reply. “Originally I’m from Queens.” you explain. “It’s all relocation.” you explain to her. “Everyone swears they leave the city for a better life, but-” 

Shuri watches as your face screws up. “It’s more or less the same here.” you proceed. “MIT is doing a lot of good for my block.” you tell her. “Me and ‘Riq. Our family counting on us to live good lives so they can feel better about the fact that they never made it out the ghetto.” you say and Shuri’s eyebrows furrow. “But that’s their own fault, isn’t it?” she asks and you shake your head. “Things are different here, baby.” you start off. “What do you mean?” she asks and you don’t think this is party conversation. “Just trust me on it.” you say, Shuri was inquisitive, it was one of the things you liked about her, but you couldn’t have her asking questions now. It wasn’t something she needed to worry herself about.

“I’ve heard things about the lost tribe.” Shuri explains to you. “Oh, yeah?” you play along and she nods. By now you’ve made it all the way inside of the house. It’s littered with people you recognize, some new faces are gawking. That’s to be expected. You know that the real party’s in the backyard, so that’s where you head with Shuri. “Thought you got lost or something.” Tariq is outside surrounded by some of the other distros, the boys that hit licks and stood at the corners. They were all chatting up animatedly, an appreciated change from constant screaming and fighting. “Yeah, I guess Roz did too.” you tell him.

Roz is watching you and Shuri from her spot with Reg. Reggie was your connect, he was the man you got all the product from, the one that stayed on your ass when it came time to push. “That fucking bitch.” he grumbles before his eyes fall on Shuri. “Man, you look like a fish out of water.” he comments. “She’s fine, ‘Riq. Lay off.” you warn and he holds his hands up in surrender. “She said she could hang.” he reminds you and Shuri interjects. “I can.” she insists. “Shouldn’t you be worrying about your date, rather than what we’re doing?” she says and you smirk a bit proudly. “Yeah, how bout I do that.”

Tariq offers you another glance before he’s off. “You want a drink or anything?” you ask and Shuri curls her nose up at you. “You’re underage.” she reminds you. “Not here.” you deny. “And this is what you do? Go to house parties and drink?” she asks and you shake your head. “Parties aren’t really my scene at all.” you deny and she listens thoughtfully. “But my unc’ said I needed to be at this one.” you nod your head towards Reg. “He’s your uncle?” Shuri gives him a once over. “He looks like a thug.” she says and you tense. “Yo, chill.” you tell her. “He’s just a little rough around the edges. He’s a businessman.” you say.

“Yo, Y/N/N!” your focus is suddenly on Diana. She’s someone you’re familiar with, she had been trying to get at Tariq for a while. “What’s up, Di!” you say and you let go of Shuri’s hand long enough to hug her. When she steps back, her eyes are on Shuri. “Hang on? You’re princess Shuri!” she says and Shuri smiles slightly. “This my girlfriend.” you introduce. “Baby, meet Di. She one of the homies.” you explain as Shuri and Diana pass off greetings. “How yo’ ass bag the princess of Wakanda?” Diana asks. “I guess I just got game like that.” you tell her and she rolls her eyes. “You good for Friday, right?” she asks.

“Uh.” you spare a glance at Shuri who’s listening intently. “Everything’s straight. I’ll be there.” you say and Diana nods. “Good, it’ll be normal protocol.” she adds and you nod your own head. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Princess.” she bows her head a little at Shuri. “See you, Y/N/N.” with that Diana stalks off and Shuri turns to you. “What’s Friday?” Shuri asks. “Just a work thing.” you explain and that’s enough to appease her. “Aye, niecy!” Reg calls, there’s an array of eyes fall on you instantly. Including Tariq and Riri. “What up, Unc?” you mumble, playing it up as you lead Shuri through the maze of drinking people.

Shuri does look like a fish out of water, and you’re suddenly regretting your decision to bring her with you. If shit went left, if anything happened to her, that would be on your head. “Who’s your friend?” he scrutinizes Shuri, the girl, who stood at 5′8, standing up all the more straighter as she glares him down. “I’m sure you’ve been made aware.” she mumbles, eyes flickering to Roz. “Hmm.” Reg lets out a quiet scoff and you turn to look at Shuri. “Aye, relax.” you whisper. “It’s all good, they’re harmless.” and it’s another lie, but it’s one you need to tell her. Reggie was as dangerous as they came, he would kill her and not even bat an eye about the fact that she was royalty. He was fucking mental.

“Yeah, we all harmless round here, princess.” Reggie mutters. “I just make it my business to know every broad that hangs off my baby girl’s arm.” Reg grunts and Shuri’s eyes are back on him. “I mean, you do know her reputation don’t you?” he asks and Shuri looks over at you. “Man, fuck you.” you trill as Reg waves you off. “She gets around, I’d be a little careful around this one, princess.” he spits her title like it’s poison and you tense up. “Don’t be a fucking dick.” you seethe. “Yo, you need to watch your mouth, lil nigga.” Roz cuts in and you scoff. “Y’all gonna get enough of that lil nigga shit.” you say. 

Roz raises an eyebrow. “I ain’t nobody’s bitch, Roz.” you forewarn and she looks sour. “You wasn’t saying that when you was hitting me up for help.” Roz says and Shuri’s eyes widen. “Man, fuck you, Roz.” you deadpan. “You just mad that your tired ass was tryna hit and I wasn’t feeling it.” it earns a collection of “oohs’ from the nosy individuals straining their ears to get a bit of information. Everything with Reg came with a price, you were one of his top dogs, someone he regarded with much respect. People was always gunning for your spot, looking for any information they could get to knock you down a peg.

“How about you just worry about keeping his tip warm, yeah?” you caution as Roz sets a dark glare at you. “You don’t run shit over here.” you say, and you’re forgetting where you are. You’re forgetting who you’re with, you’re forgetting all about the girl you’d been when you first met Shuri. The studious girl that had such high hopes for her future. She was still in there, but these people had a way of pissing you off. They knew which buttons of yours they had to push to set you off. You never wanted Shuri to see you in this element. Going back and forth, calling girls out their name, it wasn’t the type of girlfriend you wanted to be.

“Alright, enough.” Reg says with some bass in his tone, and you lock your knees. No way this fool was gonna see you tremble. “We can all be cordial here, can’t we?” he stretches both his hands out. He looks from Roz to you. “Can’t we?” he repeats a little more sternly. “I’m cool.” you sniff quickly, eyes flickering over to Shuri who looks sour in the face. “Yeah, whatever.” Roz mutters. “You should learn some manners.” she says before she looks over at Shuri. “Don’t they teach that shit in Wakanda?” she rolls her neck. “Maybe you should learn how to control your bitch.” she says and you step in front of Shuri.

“Don’t address her at all.” you order and Roz smacks her teeth. “Why’d you even bring this bougie little thing up in here anyway, Y/N? Look at her, ready to piss herself off an argument. You don’t belong here, Wakanda. Why don’t you run on home to your mommy and your daddy.” she waves Shuri off dryly. “Actually, I think over there they call them niggas ‘Baba.” Rel’s voice catches your attention, he’s sitting a little off, and his dumbass remark gets some laughs. “Say some more slick shit, I dare you.” you warn as Roz laughs quietly. “This ain’t what you want.” she mutters and you cock your head to the side. 

“Bitch, I will lay your ass the fuck out.” you promise. “Sithandwa sam, yehlisa umoya.” Shuri mumbles as she grabs your hand. “I’m cool.” you promise, not looking over at her. You don’t take your eyes off Roz, because you know she’s not done. “Let’s just go.” Shuri pleads. “You might wanna listen to your bitch.” Roz warns and you snap. Reg seems to be eating it all up. “There ain’t gonna be too much more of that bitch shit, I mean that.” you say as you snatch your hand from Shuri’s. “Y/N.” Shuri says, but you’re not hearing reason. You’d been looking for a reason to duff Roz up, and this was starting to look perfect. 

“And if I say it again?” Roz says and you snort. “How about you cross that line and find out?” you offer. Reg finally steps in, standing to his feet. “Alright, alright. Enough, damn. This why you can’t bring bitches no where.” he says and he looks at you as if he’s daring you to say something. “Always goes left.” he proceeds his spiel. “I just wanted to give you your props, you and Riq been holding shit down for us over at MIT.” he says and you can feel Shuri’s stare glued to your face. “No doubt.” you mutter. “That’s all, nigga. Don’t be so uptight, enjoy the party.” Reg dismisses you and you exhale through your nose. 

“I think I’m actually partied out, I’mma bounce.” you deny. “Nah, nigga. Don’t be like that. Come on, stay a while.” Reg’s tone tells you that there’s not much room for arguing. “You don’t wanna end up in something you can’t get out of right?” he asks and you know plain as day what the underline of that meant. If you left the party there was nothing stopping you from taking the fall for whatever fuck shit was going down tonight. “We have an understanding?” he asks and you purse your lips. “Yeah, nigga, whatever.” you turn on your heel, glare still in tact. Shuri’s trailing behind you like an extra shadow. “Sthandwa.” she mutters.

“I’on wanna talk about it.” you deny, but you know Shuri. She doesn’t take no for an answer, ever. “I think we need to.” she says and you stop just in front of an empty set of chairs. “What, Shuri?” you throw your hands out letting them fall and slap against your exposed thighs. “I feel like you haven’t been the most honest with me.” she mutters and you set your jaw, squaring your shoulders. “About what?” you demand as Shuri stands up straighter. “I am not the idiot you take me for, Usana.” Shuri reminds you and you shake your head. “Shuri, it ain’t even like that, okay? Roz just  — she irks me.” you say.

“What did she mean when she said you were asking her for help?” Shuri asks and you sigh deeply, your hands clasp in front of you, resting just over the seam of your skirt. “My ma got into a little bit of trouble, Roz said she’d help me out, that’s it, that’s all.” you say vaguely, and Shuri’s looking unconvinced. “You’re not telling me everything.” she says and you exhale. “What you really asking me, bro?” you don’t mean to sound so defensive, but you hate being cornered like this. “What did you have to do in exchange for her helping you?” she asks. “It wasn’t nothing, Shuri, I promise.” you mumble and she takes a step back.

“But it was enough for her to bring it up now?” she says. “Enough for her to still have an effect on you, no?” she adds. “Shuri, if you think I slept with the girl, it’s not like that. I swear to God.” you promise. “So then what did you do?” she asks. You purse your lips, eyes falling to the ground. “I can’t tell you.” you know it’s the wrong thing to say. “Unbelievable.” she starts to walk away, and you know it’s a bad idea so you reach out and grab her before she can. “Baby, baby, listen.” you try, circling her so you can be right in her face again. 

“I need you not to be upset with me.” you say. “Just trust that I would never keep something from you unless it was necessary.” you promise. “How can I trust you when it’s so clear you’re lying to me.” she frowns. “About who you really are. What you do.” she proceeds and you sigh. “Shuri, it’s real complicated, okay?” you try and she scoffs. “So try to make it less complicated.” she demands. “I have been nothing if not upfront with you about my life. Every part of it.” she says and you know she’s right, but it’s different. If Shuri knew what you had to do to get through school, if she knew what you had to do to survive, she’d hate you.

“Why can’t you just be honest with me?” she asks and you don’t have an answer. “Your cursing.” she starts and your eyebrows raise. “I always curse.” you remind her. “Not like that.” she corrects you and it shuts you up. “Threatening somebody’s life, Y/N? Come on, that’s not you.” she chastises and you feel shitty. “And I didn’t come all the way down here to see this person.” she motions to you. “I came to see my girlfriend, how about you call me when you find her.” she yanks her hand away from you instantly. “Shuri.” you mumble quietly.

“I’m calling Okoye, don’t worry about waiting around.” she begins to walk off and you curse under your breath. “Shuri.” you call, but she ignores you. “Fuck!” you mumble, Tariq’s words were becoming more and more real in your head. Even still, this neighborhood wasn’t the best one, Shuri would be a walking target out here alone. She oozed “rich girl”, even in the midst of all the ways she seemingly blended in. You pull your phone out quickly calling Riri. “Yo, you okay?” Riri asks. “Shuri’s leaving.” you say and you’re already making your way after her. 

“What do you mean she’s leaving?” she asks frantically. “I mean she’s mad at me and now she’s leaving, Riri. I need you to stop her.” you plead. “Yeah, I gotchu.” she promises with a nod. “But you said she’s mad at you? Y’all just got here.” she reminds you as if you don’t know. “Let’s just say, Shuri wasn’t expecting her suburban bookworm girlfriend to tell another girl she’d lay her ass out on the yard.” you explain as Riri barks out a laugh. “Ain’t shit about you suburban.” she starts as you roll your eyes. “And what? Bitches starting shit?” she asks. “Cause you know how I roll.” she adds. “Just Roz dumb ass.”

You can see Riri’s eye roll through the phone. “Trouble in paradise?” Roz stops you before you can head for the exit. “I hope that ain’t have nothing to do with me.” she’s smirking and you want to slap the fire out of her. “Fall back, my nigga.” you forewarn and that only seems to fuel her humor. “Hope something doesn’t happen to your Princess on her way out of here.” she says and you’re lunging before you know it. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm yo’ small ass down.” Tariq is the one that holds you back, a circle forming as folks wait to see what’ll happen. “Let me go, Tariq. I’mma put a bullet between her eyes, I mean that shit.” you exclaim. “I’d like to see that shit.” Roz taunts and you jerk in Riq’s hold.

“Bitch, say something else. I fucking dare you!” all the while Tariq is leading you out of the backyard, back into the house. “Let me go, nigga! Let me fucking go!” you exclaim. “Nigga, I need you to relax.” he hisses once you’re in the front yard. “You tryna get a fucking target on your back?” he questions. “I already got a fucking target on my back.” you remind him. “That bitch been had it coming.” you say and he exhales. “That may be true, but you gotta think a little smarter, Y/N.” he says and you huff. “You lay hands on Roz in front of everyone they’ll be on you in a second.” he reminds you. “I don’t give a fuck!” you clap your hands.

“Well you should, because it’s not gonna be a good look. For you or for Shuri, your girlfriend.” he reminds you firmly. “I sent Riri after her, did she find her?” you ask hopefully. “I ain’t heard nothing.” you say. “Look, I can’t have her out here by herself, Riq.” you say and he sighs but nods along. “Be careful out here, man.” he warns and you nod. “Gotchu. I’ll see you later, alright?” you promise and he daps you up. “I mean it, Y/N/N. Be careful.” he repeats. “I gotta find her, Riq.” is all you say before you turn on your heel. You head across the street to get into your car, and you’re ringing Shuri on your Kimoyo Beads.

“Come on, baby. Come on.” you mumble once you’ve made it to the third call. “I don’t want to talk to you.” she says when she finally answers. “Fuck, Shuri! You can’t go AWOL like that, especially not here.” you say. “I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal, you brought me to this party with you, didn’t you?” she reminds you. “Yeah, Shuri. But you walking off in some neighborhood you don’t know? That ain’t smart.” you deadpan. “I’m not a baby.” she tells you. “In fact, I’m actually older than you, and you seem to be forgetting that.” she says sternly. “Shuri, you’re a Princess.” you remind her. 

“Whether or not you wanna remember that, it’s the truth. You ain’t just some regular broad out here.” you don’t mean to yell at her, but you’re worried. “I can take care of myself.” she denies. “Shuri, enough of this. Where the fuck are you?” you demand. She hangs up on you instead. “Fuck!” you exclaim, and you’re speeding down the street. The roads were a maze, it was easy to get lost quickly. You dial up Riri and she immediately picks up. “Yo, Ri.” you say. “I know where she’s headed. She told Okoye to pick her up from S/N, the one around the corner.” Riri explains. “She ain’t give me nothing else.” Riri adds.

“Nah, Ri. Thanks, you’ve done more than enough.” you insist. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her.” she says and you smack your teeth. “Don’t trip, Ri. Thank you.” you hang up with that, because you know where she’s headed. The shop was one of your favorites, you’d mentioned it to Shuri once or twice. The drive is about nine minutes, the walk is forty five. No fucking way you were gonna have Shuri walking up the street alone at night. There’s a dimly lit street that leads towards the store, and that’s where you swerve. You spot a group of girls cornered up and you feel all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

When you were eight years old your mother taught you how to shoot a gun. While she hated the life that had been chosen for you all, she knew it was necessary for you to be able to protect yourself. You don’t think you have enough time to call your mother to talk you out of some crazy shit. With that in mind you park lopsidedly, shutting the car off before you step out. The street is mostly deserted, but you can hear the commotion now that you’re out the car. “Leave me alone.” that’s Shuri’s voice clear as day. 

“Nah, run that watch, bitch.” one girl says, there’s four of them circling her. Where was the Dora? Where was any fucking body when you needed them. “I really need you all to back off.” Shuri warns. “Or what? What you gonna do?” there’s a girl with a buzzcut that’s stepping closer. You’re trying to move as fast as you can, everything feels like it’s in slow motion. The slightly older girl wasn’t incompetent by any means, you knew full well that she could take care of herself. She was street smart, but she wasn’t the most experienced with fighting. Which is where you came in. “Back up.” Shuri says a touch louder. 

“Nah, miss thang. I don’t think we will. Now I think she told you to run us your shit.” the girl exposes a razer, and all sorts of sense leave you. The gun slipped in your pants is in your hands in a second. “You sure?” you mutter placing the barrel right up against the girl’s head. She freezes in place, the other three girls heads whipping to you in shock. “I think she told you to fall the fuck back.” you say aloud. Shuri’s eyes are on you and you’re not sure if she looks scared or relieved. “Shit.” one of the girls mutters under her breath. “Yeah, shit.” you repeat her. “Back the fuck up, I mean that shit.” you forewarn, head cocked to the side. 

“Usana, thatha inyathelo ukuya ekhohlo.” you don’t take your eyes off the other girls, gun still ready, but Shuri listens all the same. Once she’s close enough for you to touch, you yank her harshly, pulling her behind you. “Now, y’all wanna be civil?” you demand, eyes on them. “Ain’t shit civil while you got a gun on us.” one of the girls mumbles. “Y’all the slimy bitches that was tryna jump an innocent girl.” you correct. “You’re lucky I ain’t laying y’all asses out for the disrespect.” you deadpan. “You ain’t bout it.” the largest girl denies. “What’s stopping me from slitting ya’ bitch?” she asks. You aim between her feet and pull the trigger.

The scream of shock is what settles you in place. You can feel Shuri’s terror from behind you, it’s rolling off of her in waves. “You wanna try again?” you question, eyebrow raised. There’s nothing more to say. “Bounce.” you demand, pointing the gun. It takes a moment, there’s a tense stare off, a battle for dominance. “Did I fucking stutter?” you exclaim. “Get the fuck out of here ‘fore I put a bullet in y’all fucking heads.” you warn, and they listen. They file out one by one, and you keep your gun up to keep them from making any moves. 

Your free hand out to keep Shuri far away from any of them. The last one is lingering, and you know what it is before it happens. She’s on you in an instant, pocket knife slicing right through your arm. It’s a deep lunge, you know there will be blood the second you feel the heat of the knife dragging through your skin. “Fuck!” you rear back and hit her in the socket of her eye with the gun, next hit slamming against her temple. She crumbles to the floor and you’re automatically backing up, backing into Shuri who’s trembling as her arms wrap around you. “Ingaba ulungile? Ingaba ulungile?” Shuri asks, pain evident in her voice.

“I should be asking you.” you say as you turn around to face her. You peel forward long enough to cut the safety off your gun and slide it back into your holder. Once that’s done you slam a hand over the cut. “I’m not the one with a cut in my arm.” she tells you. “It’s my fault.” she starts and you smack your teeth. “This ain’t nothing, Shuri.” you shake your head. “Why do you do that? Downplay every bad thing that happens to you like it’s normal?” Shuri demands. “Because it is, and that’s what you’re not getting.” you snap. “Shit is different here, Shuri. Been different, always gonna be different.” 

Shuri rears back at this. “We ain’t in Wakanda, niggas drop dead every day over fuck shit like walking down a street they ain’t never been on before.” you say. “When I told you to stay beside me, I meant that. But you didn’t.” you say angrily. “You think I just be talking shit just because?” you ask. “Y/N, you lied to me!” she reminds you. “So you decide the best thing for you is to just leave?” you exclaim. “What if I hadn’t fucking found you? What if they had pulled a fucking weapon on you, Shuri? What then?” you say and she doesn’t have an answer. “There’s no warriors stationed on every corner.” you tell her.

“There’s no fucking Black Panther here to save you. What the fuck would you have done, Shuri?” you ask. “Do you know what I would’ve done. Had I not made it to you? Had I found you passed out, or worse, dead? Do you know what that would do to me. How it would affect me? How about if I hadn’t found you at all, Shuri. Did you think about what you were doing to me when you stormed off?” you ask and she’s shocked, intensely so. “Your gadgets can’t do shit if somebody’s got a fucking gun to your head.” you say. You curse under your breath before you step away from her, heading for your car. “Let’s fucking go.” you shout. “I’m not playing.” you add and she follows you, albeit silently. 

Shit was officially fucked.

“Ngendiyithembile isigwebo sam.” Okoye’s tone is sharp as she glares down at the Princess. “Your mother didn’t think it would be safe. A week trip in America.” Okoye scoffs and Shuri’s standing up straighter. You left the room, you had been so heated with her you didn’t even want to talk once you’d pulled up at your apartment. You’d been the one to call Okoye, you’d been the one tell her what happened. You knew what it would mean. “She didn’t expect for this to happen.” Shuri tries to stick up for you. “Oh she didn’t expect it?” Okoye is not budging on her stance. “She is hardly fit to take care of herself.” Okoye spits.

“Had you listened to me or anyone for that matter, maybe your girlfriend would not be dressing knife wounds.” Okoye proceeds. “Enough, Okoye.” Shuri exclaims. “She got that protecting me.” she reminds the General. “After putting you in imminent danger herself.” Okoye argues. “What person with good sense would think to take a Princess into such an environment. Certainly not someone who cares about your wellbeing.” Okoye proceeds, seemingly more angry with every passing word. “We’ll be returning to Wakanda at once, and I will be reporting to the King and your mother, with the advice to never allow you back.”

Shuri’s head jerks back at this. “I am not a child, more importantly I am not your child.” Shuri denies. “No, but you are in my care. You are my responsibility. And I would rather you hate me, than stand by and allow some Thug to end your life early. Some dope slinger.” she bellows and it sends Shuri right into silence. “She’s not like that.” Shuri denies. “You are too close to the situation to see it for what it really is.” Okoye tells Shuri. “She’s not like that.” Shuri says more firmly. “I can not allow your fleeting emotions to blind you from the truth.” she says. “The truth that Y/N is a dope slinger?” Shuri mutters sarcastically.

“A thug, just like the rest.” she adds with some venom. “Thug?” your voice catches both their attention. The classic case of miscommunication, of course you’d come in right now. You’re standing at the doorway, and you’re chewing on your bottom lip. “Damn, y’all.” you chuckle before you rub your face tiredly. “I ain’t know that’s what you really thought of me, Shuri.” you say sadly. “You misunderstand.” Shuri tries. “No, I don’t think I do.” you deny shaking your head. “And you’re both right.” you start lips poking off to the side. “Fucking with me ain’t gonna do nothing but get you hurt.” you continue, anger rising slowly.

“I mean that’s all we are over here, right?” you ask. “That is not what I meant.” Okoye tries. “I know what you meant.” you cut her off firmly. “What you think I’m an idiot? All this Lost Tribe bullshit?” you huff through your nose. “Just admit you think she’s too good for me and we can move the fuck on.” you challenge. “I do.” Okoye replies and you’re not surprised, though it still hurts. “Okoye.” Shuri says. “I know what you do, Ms. L/N.” she says standing up a bit straighter. “How you spend your days, yours nights, your weekends.” Okoye approaches you. “When you’re trying to convince Shuri you’re working.” she adds.

“You are the last thing she needs.” Okoye says and you purse your lips. “Her family agrees.” she adds and that’s the final nail in the coffin. “So why don’t you tell her what you do, Ms. L/N, enlighten the Princess on who you really are.” Okoye says and Shuri’s looking at you. “I’m a thug, Shuri.” you mock. “You heard the lady.” you lick over your chapping lips, eyes dropping to the bandage on your arm. “The sooner you figure that shit out, the better. You can move back to your normal life.” you add and Shuri’s shaking her head. “Usana.” she starts, but you cut her off. “Dead that lovey shit.” you tell her sternly and she flinches. 

“She made all that shit clear.” Shuri turns to Okoye. “She does not speak for me.” she tells you. “Oh, yeah? Cause when you saw those folks at the party you said the same shit. Called Reg a thug, just off how he looked, Shuri.” you remind her. “Maybe all you Wakandans think the same about us out here. We all just thugs, no good dope slingers that ain’t ever gonna be good enough for people like y’all.” you feel yourself on the verge of tears, but you’d heard this enough to keep your composure. “You don’t know what it’s like for the rest of us.” you explain. “Outside of your security blanket, outside of your fucking bubble, life happens.” you say, and you don’t try to dial back to the venom in your tone.

“Out of everybody, I never thought I would get this shit from y’all.” you mutter. “Tariq told me this would never last.” you motion between you and Shuri. “I tried to convince myself he was tripping.” you chuckle dryly. “Tried to convince myself that the only reason I hadn’t met your folks yet was because of the distance, but now I can see what it really was.” you stare falls on Okoye. “You got it, man. She can check dating me off on her list of experiences to make her feel more connected with the outside world. I’m off this.” you press your lips together again. “If y’all done, y’all can step. I got shit to do tomorrow, and at this point you still being here is about to be considered trespassing.” 

You leave the room, heading for Riri’s, anything to get you away from them before you broke down. Shuri’s following you, tripping over herself trying to catch up. “Uthando lobomi bam, nceda.” she calls and you scoff. “Translate, I don’t speak, Xhosa.” you tell her dryly. “Do not be like that.” she pleads. “Be like what, Shuri?” you snap. “I heard you, okay? I heard all of it.” you say. “Say no more. Go on back to your fancy fucking castle, and leave me the fuck alone.” you say and she flinches again at your tone. “I did not come all this way just to lose my girlfriend.” she denies. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one that said this wasn’t her.” you motion to yourself. “But that is me, Shuri.” you add.

“I do whatever I have to do to survive. That’s my life, my big fucking secret. I lie because I don’t want you to see me like someone that’s not good enough for you, but that’s what it is. I carry a gun, I shoot when threatened, I do bad shit, Shuri, all for the sake of surviving. You ain’t ever gonna have to deal with that. You got two parents that set you up for life. You the smartest motherfucker in the shit. You been building and inventing since you were a fucking kid, with all the resources you would ever need to thrive.” you curl your nose up. “It ain’t like that round here. Round here, you gotta take what you want.” you say sharply.

“Do whatever you can to ensure that you ain’t never the nigga caught on the bottom.” you proceed. “We on two different sides of the war, Shuri. That ain’t ever gonna change, so just do yourself a favor and bounce. Ain’t nothing good ever coming out of this side.” you’re thankful Riri’s away, it gives you the space to step into her room and slam the door in Shuri’s face, the quiet lock, the last thing she hears before your quiet sob. It breaks her heart, but she doesn’t have time to think about that, because Okoye’s leading her out of the apartment. Out of Boston, out of your life. With no real way to ever make it right again.

It’s exactly one week and a half later that you see Shuri again. She’s waiting for you outside of your school, right by your car. “What the hell are you doing here?” you demand, and Shuri’s surprised at your tone, only slightly. “Why do you think I’m here?” she asks and you scoff. “I don’t got time for guessing games, Shuri. And you’re sitting on my car, so you better have a good reason.” you say as you stand in front of her. “The last time we talked you did not give me time to defend myself.” she says. “There ain’t nothing to defend, Shuri. I was done listening.” you tell her. “But that’s not fair.” she says and you smack your teeth. “Bullshit.”

Shuri stands up, no longer leaning on the car. She shoots you a look, a look that’s managed to get you in check every time. You find yourself looking at the ground, and she takes that as a compliment. She still had an affect on you. “Okoye’s ignorance does not define my entire nation.” she begins. “But it defines enough, because you and her think the same way.” you rebuttal. “You came in at the wrong time.” Shuri says and you laugh, though it’s humorless. “Oh, should I have just waited until after you spewed all of your own ignorant rhetoric, and just allowed you to lie about how you really see me?”

Shuri inhales sharply. “I do not see you as any of the things Okoye said. I do not see you as any of the things that you said, Y/N.” Shuri promises. “I thought that I had done a good job of showing you how much you meant to me.” she says and you shake your head. “It’s bigger than words, Shuri.” you say. “But a few words were enough for you to end everything?” she claps back and you sigh. “Shuri, your people ain’t ever gonna accept me.” you tell her, and it shuts her up. “These wars of who’s doing it better, who’s doing things the right way, they’ve been happening since before me and they’ll be happening after I’m gone.” you tell her.

“Ignorance is not the loudest opinion.” Shuri tries. “Yes it is.” you argue. “All we get is ignorance, Shuri. That’s what you’re not understanding. Once you go back to Wakanda, you can hide behind your technology, keep the rest of the world out and never have to worry about any problems.” you remind her. You pull down on your lip. “I am not Wakandan.” you say showing her your lack of tattoo. “Not only would I have to deal with the noise from your people, I would have to deal with the noise of my own.” you explain. “That is not a fight I want to be part of. It’s better for all of us if you find yourself another girl.” you say and she stiffens up.

“A nice girl that would make your mama proud. A girl like Nakia, someone that knows your home, knows the culture, knows what it takes to be with a princess. Cause I ain’t that girl.” you tell her. “But I chose you.” she tells you. “We chose each other.” she expounds. “To hell with everything else.” she says. “Does anyone know that you’re here, Shuri?” you ask tiredly. “Or did you have to sneak away?” her silence is all you need. “Exactly, because deep down you know you would be ashamed to walk around with me on your arm.” she looks offended at the accusation. “Where it counts, Shuri.” you exclaim. “Would I have to worry about being labeled a friend in front of your family because you’re scared?”

Shuri’s mouth opens and parts like a fish out of water. “I ain’t nobody’s secret. Okoye was right, I’m not good for you.” you try to side step her but she reaches for you. “To hell with the rest of them.” she insists. “What do you want, Y/N?” she asks. “It doesn’t matter.” you say. “It’s the most important matter in the world to me.” she corrects you, arms draped across your waist leisurely. She’s not letting you go, and that much you’re certain of. “Shuri, I love you.” you say before you sniff. “But I’m not dealing with the noise.” you say. “Then let my love for you be the loudest thing.” she says and you curl your nose up. “Sappy motherfucker.”

She laughs at this, head dipping so you’re making eye contact with her. “I do not care what Okoye thinks, or what anyone thinks.” she proceeds. “You are eyona nto ixabisekileyo emhlabeni.’ she says and your confusion is adorable to her. “It means you are the most precious thing in the world.” she says. “I would die a thousand gory deaths before I let anyone take you from me. Black Panther or not. Resources or not.” she says sternly. “My family will just have to accept that. They all will, because you are not something I am willing to give up.” she says. “Don’t put your neck out for me, Shuri.” you say looking at the ground.

“Enough of this.” Shuri says sternly, and she makes you look at her again. “Okoye told me what it is that you do.” she says and you go rigid in her arms. “Because you believe you have to.” she adds. “It ain’t just for me, it’s for my family, my life here.” you explain. “Everybody does things that they believe they have to.” she says. “Whether in America or Wakanda.” she continues. “I am no better than you just because my shit comes with a crown.” this earns her a laugh and she smiles. “I want you to know you can trust me.” she tells you. “I want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you either.” 

Shuri’s eyes fall to the bandage still on your arm. “And the same way that you protected me is the same way I will protect you.” she stands up taller, hands falling to your ass at the change in stance. “Which is why I’ve come to ask you to come back with me to Wakanda.” she says and you blink. “Meet my parents. My Baba, my mother, my big brother.” she says and you almost can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Go to Wakanda?” you ask in surprise. “That is what I said.” she teases as you exhale through your nose. “I don’t know.” you shake your head. “Okoye seemed adamant. I don’t want no smoke.” you mutter.

“Okoye will have no choice but to accept this, they all will have no choice.” Shuri grabs one your hands in her own, bringing it up to her lips to kiss it. “I love you.” she explains. “More than anything.” she adds after a second. “I do not want to go on without you.” she tells you firmly. “I want you to be the person that I start to plan my future with, I cannot do that if you don’t allow me to fix some things.” she says and you listen thoughtfully. “Ignorance is the most harmful thing, but the best part about it is that it can be unlearned.” she tells you. “I will not expect complete forgiveness for my comment immediately, but I hope to earn your forgiveness, and I believe Okoye feels the same. She adores you.” she tries.

“You really doing all this over some little random bitch from America?” you ask and Shuri laughs again. “Not some random bitch.” she copies you, accent changing to mimic yours. “I’m doing all this over you. Umntu wam.” she says. “My person.” she translates and you smile vaguely. “I love you.” she says again, and she makes sure you’re looking right at her as she says it. “I need you to believe that.” you nod your head slowly. “Whether you come from money or you — or you don’t.” she says. “I respect you, Sthandwa.” she mutters. “I want to make this up to you.” she adds, her voice is lulling, almost hypnotizing.

“I have a few ideas on how you could do that for me.” you say as you lean into her slightly. “Oh, yeah?” she asks and you nod your head, hand moving to the back of Shuri’s head to pull her in close enough that you could kiss her on the lips. She pulls away quickly though, eyes falling back on your scar. “Wait.” she says and you look a bit confused. “I never got to thank you.” she holds your hand like it’s fragile, like it could break like glass at any moment. “You saved my life, despite my stubbornness.” she says and you want to wave her off. “Do not do it again.” she says words as sharp as the knife. “What?” you exclaim.

“I will not have my future, putting her life in danger unnecessarily.” she says like she’s scolding you. “I mean it.” she says grip on your chin intense. It burns your skin and makes you can feel it the second your body switches over. You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach. “Do you understand?” she asks and you nod. “That goes for fighting big mouthed girls too.” she says and you instantly think of Roz. “I’m always gonna protect you, Shuri.” you deny. “And you think I wont do the same for you?” she asks. “Protecting me is protecting yourself.” she tells you. “You asked me the other night if I knew what you would’ve done had I been hurt.” she paraphrases and she holds all of your attention. 

“I have no doubt it’s exactly what I would do for you.” her eyes seem to darken as she says this. “My brother is not the only person that can protect people.” Shuri corrects. “And it was very foolish of you to believe that.” she adds. “Do not put yourself in the line of fire for me.” she reiterates. “I wont.” you promise. “I just  didn’t want to see you hurt, Shuri.” you say. “But now you’re hurting.” she reminds you. “Feels better now that you’re here.” you say and it’s as corny and sappy as you possible can be. Shuri tended to have that affect on you. “Well then, if we both can’t manage to keep our hands to ourselves, we’ll just promise that no matter what we’ll make it back to each other.” she offers and you smile.

“Yeah, I like that.” you agree. “So do you forgive me?” she asks and you pretend to think it over. “I think you still got some groveling to do.” you say and she gives you a once over. “I have a few ideas.” she promises. “But I can’t promise you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” she mutters before she leans in and kisses you again. “That’s exactly the way I like it.” you initiate the kiss this time, but you pull back after a second. “This is cute and all, but Okoye still gonna have to see me for all that shit she was talking.” you promise and Shuri laughs boisterously. “I have no doubt she’ll be expecting it.” she says and you smile again. 

Though you still felt a little insecure about it all, being the girlfriend of a princess, when you yourself were just a college student trying to get by, the insecurities were quelled, at least for now, and that was what mattered. You knew it would be a bit of a fight, proving to everyone you deserved to be next to Shuri. Proving to yourself that you were good enough to love her, being with Shuri, showing her how much you adored her, and feeling that reciprocated, it was good enough for the moment. Everything else could wait, it was perfectly fine with you. 

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how you start dating shuriri headcanons (+18)

fluff and a little smut!

i’m so utterly obsessed with these two and the possibilities of a romantic relationship with them so you know i had to write it; hope you enjoy! the +18 section is marked off with its own warnings

dividers by @firefly-graphics

reader is a shy, nerdy, black femme college junior who lives in chicago

inspired by chicago by michael jackson

riri spots you first, maybe she’s visiting home and there you go looking fine as fuck and she just has to say something

y’all get to flirting and you’re really feeling her but you can’t help but wonder why she looks so familiar.. you scrap it off and get her number so y’all can keep it contact

flash forward maybe two weeks and the fucking Queen of Wakanda decides to do a tour of the new building she provided for your school and oh lord does she look great but there she is!

riri is right beside her, holding her hand laughing and joking and now you get it

the girl you met was the queen’s girlfriend!

immediately you try to text riri and tell her you’re not looking for that type of relationship, that you’re not gonna break them up and riri needs to get her shit together and leave you alone until she does so

you get left on read and can’t help but feel bad, maybe you were too harsh? whatever it doesn’t matter you’re not a home wrecker of any kind so you leave it alone

that night you’re in your dorm just listening to music and there’s a knock, because of course there is and it’s none over than

shuri oh shit

you’re immediately stammering, already apologizing “i swear to god i had no clue yall was together like for real i knew i knew her but like not like that but oh my god, if you’re mad at me or anything just like make it quick and please just feed my cat back at home” you try to get it all out before she laughs

she’s laughing that gorgeous, bubbly laugh. you’re pleading for your life and she’s laughing

“you think i’m going to kill you because you’re flirting with my girlfriend? really?”

holy shit her accent is crazy sexy because of course it is up close but you try to stay grounded in your thoughts “umm yes?”

she smiles slyly at you “you’re very beautiful i can understand why she was”

your eyes widen and now you’re really confused because what the fuck? now shes flirting with you? after finding out you might’ve been the cause of any tension at home?

“uh i umm thank you i appreciate it uhh” “it’s okay, love, riri didn’t do anything wrong nor is anyone upset with you, alright?”

the confusion is apparent on your face, “so uhh what… what now?” you ask because you really don’t fucking know

shuri smiles again , “well her invite still stands if you wish to date her, of course,” WHAT?? “but you don’t have to, obviously. however if you’re interested in me i’m open as well,”

Literally what the fuck is happening right now

“but — but you guys are—“

“together? yes we are. and we both like you, y/n”

maybe you’ve fainted and gone to heaven, maybe you passed out and this is your final dream

the queen stands in your speechlessness “hey it’s alright if you’re not interested—“

you yell to cut her of “No!! No i’m very interested! i just — i jst wasn’t expecting it is all! i mean you both .. liking me oh my god” it’s really embarrassing how much heat you can feel is on your face

shuri raises any eyebrow, “what’s not to like? i feel offended, you judging my taste?” she smirks at you and you’re giggling

“no, no my queen i would never, i’m sorry” she smiles gently, “yeah, good. so, what do you say?”

it’s literally no other answer; “yes, i’d love to go out with you both”

it’s uphill from there; shuri takes you back to the fanciest hotel you’ve literally ever been in because when the fuck chicago get fancy hotels? and riri is waiting for you both at the door

“damn finally, i was starting to think you were fucking her with me, shit” she jokes and shuri laughs but you feel heat rise to your face and your lower end but you brush it off

“i told you i’d be back, we just talked, right, y/n?”

god your name sounds heavenly on her tongue, “yeah we just talked. and im sorry riri for just assuming you was gonna cheat on the queen of wakanda or anything, i was just..”

“confused, yeah i get it, no worries.” she looks you up and down, “so, you walking in here like you said yes so i can only assume..?”

you giggle and nod your head “yes yes i said yes,” and she fists bump and looks and shuri and smiles who says “now let’s talk”

y’all talk for about three hours that (thank god you ain’t got class tomorrow) and you ask a bunch of questions, most they were expecting

“so you literally told her about me the second you got home? damn i know i’m fine but that’s actually crazy” “okay yeah yeah, no need to get all big headed i was just excited and i knew shuri would like you too, next question!” and shuri mostly laughs

you plan your first date with both of them and then your first date with each of them separately while theyre still in chicago

the group date takes place at a fancy ass restaurant you have literally never heard of, and shuri buys your outfit while riri pays for dinner

(you quickly realize that they’re the spoiling type)

it was a lovely evening that ended in cheek kisses for and from the both of them

riri’s date comes first, as she did ask you out first initially and her home town is chicago so she wants to show you some stuff you didn’t even know about

y’all go to her favorite hideout burger joint that’s placed between two walls and a bank and she introduces you to the most unhealthy burger you’ve ever eaten in your entire life. you tell her about your move to chicago and how much you want to travel but still have grounds at home. you tell her about your classes and your major and she listens to you so intensely that you try to shy up at some parts.

you split a milkshake and then walk around her favorite mall talking and kissing softly as you get to know her after the date she suggests you guys “smoke off the rest of the day” and pulls a joint from god knows where

y’all go back to the hotel to get high while shuri is still out doing tours and walkabouts

you’ve smoked maybe once or twice for real for real so most of the night is you choking and riri laughing at you and handing water and then choking herself but all in all the two of you are giggling and talking

shuri comes back later that night and sighs before making you both go to bed and stop smoking. riri kisses your “huge ass forehead” (her words) goodnight and you sleep there in your date outfit.

shuri’s date happens three days later, two days before they have to leave. she takes you to an art museum one so huge that you’re sure most of was just fake paintings they made to fill in the space

y’all work around talk about your career goals and your life up until this point and a little of what you told riri the previous date. much like riri shuri is staring into you and listening like your preaching gospel and you get shy again before she encourages you some more

you eat at a seafood place that shuri booked all out just for you and the date so you guys could have some privacy “i don’t like people in my business” she states when you see the empty restaurant “the world nearly crumbled to pieces when it was revealed riri and i were together, and i can not doubt they would harass you as well.”

she’s too thoughtful you think and it makes you blush, “yeah that makes sense”

you talk some more before the night is over and she escorts you back to the hotel.

even though you know you’re rushing, the wine in your veins makes you bold and once youre back with both of them at the hotel, you blurt out “so how are we supposed to have sex?”

and it’s so embarrassing because you did not mean for that to sound the way it did, riri is laughing her ass off and shuri is staring at you incredulously

and you start rambling again “no wait , oh my god why did i say that? um i meant like, fuck, you know like y’all been together so y’all know each other but like me i don’t really get out out yknow? like i had like one girl i was messing with for real but she was just as inexperienced as i was so..”

riri is still dying on the floor and shuri chuckles before calming you down with her hands on your arms, rubbing up and down “calm down, alright? we can talk about that, right now if you want, but don’t stress out, understood?”

ahh she likes to be dominant. okay that’s cool “yeah yeah, i get it, totally” you mumble out

riri sighs wiping the tears from her eyes as she gets up from the floor, hoodie wrinkled and shorts barely visible, “oh my god that was funny as fuck holy shit,”

“before we talk about anything let’s get undressed, hmm?” you look at shuri with wide eyes and riri laughs again and shuri sighs. “no y/n we’re not doing anything tonight, stay with me”

right right yeah okay “shit right okay”

once you’re in your pajamas (one of shuris hoodies and some loose pants) y’all sit in a circle and riri cuts on some music just to ease some tension

(+18 section below!!!)

praise kink, bullying kink, talk of dom/sub relationships, use of pet names, dom!shuri, switch!riri, switch!reader, talk of sex, no actual sex (i’ll write some soon!)

riri starts, just as bold as she was when she came up to you that fateful day, “so what do you like? or do you want us to go first?”

you shy up again, “umm no you guys can go first”

and she smirks “well i’m a switch just to get it out of the way. i don’t mind bottoming i just don’t do it often, i really only did for shuri for real”

oh shit just right into it, huh?

“and i don’t bottom at all” shuri pipes in, staring directly into your eyes, “i suppose that’s dominant, right? but i’m not opposed to certain touches”

fuck fuck fuck , you sit cross cross to hide your arousal “um i guess i’m a switch, but i like bottoming more i think”

“yeah you look like it” riri says looking at her purse and you blush, did you really? before you respond riri gets up and sparks another blunt (because of course she does) and continues, “that’s really another reason i came up to you because you look like you listen well, and like it’s really obvious you got something going on with being told what to do, right?”

“i— i mean i guess,” shuri chimes in again “don’t you?”

her eye contact is dangerous and something makes you feel like you have to answer her “yes. yes i do.

they both smirk, “got it,” riri says confidently

oh fuck you just completely outed yourself huh?

“what ..” you clear your throat “what else do you guys like?”

“obedience” shuri says while riri says “brat”

you look between them, “okay which means..?”

shuri starts, her accent cutting the air like butter, “i need you to listen to me, that’s really it. whatever i say goes according to your limits and of course we’ll have a safe word but i don’t fuck around with what’s mine,”

jesus fucking christ . you look at riri who starts “i like brats. bold as fuck i like knocking you down a peg. that’s why im a switch because if you can tell me what to do i’ll listen, but if not then, well” she shrugs and smokes a bit

“and you, love?” shuri asks and you’re looking at her with wide eyes, “what do you want from us?”

you think for a bit and try to settle the pulsing you feel downstairs. “umm i like when i get told what to do, so like both of what you guys said. i like being ..” you sigh before you admit it “like umm lightly bullied? if that makes sense and i like when i’m on top, like physically.”

you add in “and i like to listen. so i get praised. so like . a praise kink. yeah”

you end it there before you feel like your face will melt and it’s quiet until shuri laughs and says “i can work with that”

you perk up, “yeah?”

she smiles back “yeah. you riri?”

riri, now high as fuck, nods along “yeah i’m good, just horny as hell though” she says it so causally and you laugh at her boldness

“yes that was bound to happen, but it’s been a long day and we need to pack tomorrow. y/n are you spending the night?”

riri gets up to get water and you look and shuri and nod, “yeah, yeah i can stay”

she smiles back “good. bed then, yeah?” there she is again making demands

you blindly follow, “okay,”

(+18 plus section over!)

the next morning is full of being kissed and packing; they’re both very grateful for you opening up last night and you can tell they mean it when they say ‘thank you’ when you do anything

though their trip is coming to an end, they make plans to be back and see you in two weeks once your finals are over and you can visit wakanda for an extended time

you’re given your very own pair of kimiyo beads before they head off with the dora milaje right behind them

shuri lifts your chin and kisses you goodbye “goodbye love,” she says it in xhosa and you absolutely melt and say bye back

riri hugs you tightly and kisses all over your face until she stops on your mouth and nearly knocks you over “bye baby, we’ll be back okay?”

you’re giggling still a little dizzy “hehe bye riri,”

you wave to them both before the ship doors close and it begins to hover slightly

while waving your kimoyo beads go off and it’s a text from riri “please back up girl this shit is about to take off fr ;)” and your eyes widen and you back away as far as possible, still waving

once the ship is out of your eyesight you sigh and ask the griot in your beads to set an alarm for 15 days and 3 hours

Anndddd finished i hope you guys enjoyed and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!

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Nkosazana, Ijoni

Pairings: Shuri x Winter Soldier! Reader

Summary: Like Bucky, you were taken to Wakanda because of Captain Rogers and King T’Challa. A Winter Soldier, except you were not taken under ice nor born during World War ll. You’re 2 years older than the princess of Wakanda. Throughout the path of healing after HYDRA’s damage, you met her.

Warnings/ Mentions: Fluff, Angst, comfort, reader has right prosthetic arm, nightmares and mentions of HYDRA, SMUT, takes place around Black Panther 2018.

A/N: In a way…you’re masculine shaped. But also curvy- I mean being a winter soldier literally gives you the physique( as shown in Captain America The First Avenger)You have blue eyes. Not white people smoky grey white blue. Cobalt blue, dark blue, ROYAL blue. Just read. You’ll get a small explanation to why:) Maybe there’ll be a part 2 exploring your background and more moment with Shuri before and after the Blip..I don’t know.

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One of the things Shuri clearly noticed was your rich brown skin and the strong blue orbs you had the day you met. The eyes being an effect this serum had on you. But she definitely knew that they were once a honey brown according to your file, which was corrupted for reasons she has not yet discovered. She caught how your shoulders cascaded with dark tresses that complimented your every feature. How vibrant your beauty was, even if under it laid many broken pieces.

Whenever her brother said there was another winter soldier in need of help, never did she think you were going to be…not white or American. Assuming the winter soldiers she’s met is American and male. And definitely not this beautiful. Or so young.

Along the road, she saw and embraced who you truly are despite your past as one of HYDRA’s Winter Soldier, being the one to help you through the trauma, having nearly all the patience in the world for you to open up.

Being around Wakanda’s young princess made you feel…odd. It was supposed to be professional or maybe even simply friends.

But Shuri’s full attention on you constantly made your facial muscles contract and the corner of your eyes narrowed as your teeth bared into…the rarest smile you’ve ever mustered in your 18 years of living. The most genuine smile with the softest chuckles that caused her heart to leap.

Your cobalt eyes gleaming as your cheeks rose, she even caught the slight dimples decorating them. Or when your face flushed, curls dangling over your eyes as you looked down to hide it. What made the young genius beam even more was when she’d brush them away, tilting your chin up to throw you a wink.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, amehlo esafire.”(sapphire eyes)

That nickname always did it for you. It was truly a sight Shuri loved to see. The emotionless highly trained assassin and soldier everyone thought you were when in reality you’re a softy and warm soul, all flustered and beaming whenever she teased you or cracked a terrible pun. But it was worth doing since she was doing anything to distract you from all the machines and processes of cleansing your mind. You had become someone she cared deeply for and wouldn’t want you to suffer alone.

Under the wires of anxiety and the tangles of pessimistic thinking of this, there was a piece of you that was positive this would all be okay. That this will truly work. You trusted the Princess far more than you could imagine. Whenever she’d tell you you both were done for the day, you’d retreat to your room with your mind spinning.

Laying in the dark, you can't stop thinking about her warm hands on your tainted skin no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on anything else. How gentle she was to not startle you, deep brown eyes glancing up to your face every now and then for a signal that you were okay. How she’d hold your flesh hand through it all while adjusting your arm cautiously yet focused.

Or the time Shuri had convinced you one day to let her braid your luscious ebony curls.

“Nceda undivumele ndiluke iinwele zakho!” Please let me braid your hair!

She had pleaded clasping her hands in front of her, kneeling on the cool tiles of her lab. Your blue eyes narrowed at her request, the fingers of your vibranium hand reaching for your head, a bit hesitant to let her considering how delicate your scalp was. (the tissue somewhat healing after years of HYDRA’s machines gnawing to your bran)

It took a lot of convincing but in the end it was worth it. Feels Shuri’s hand slowly raking her fingers through your thick strands of silk hair. With electricity coursing through your veins, you felt yourself jolt at the contact of her fingertips pressed to your scalp.

“Relax, ijoni( soldier). We’re just going to make you look more beautiful than you already are. I promise to be gentle.” Her words fanned into your ear. You could practically hear the teasing grin she carried. A heat crawling up your neck at them and the sensation of her hot breath but nodded nonetheless. It was worth doing though, seeing your locks now put in stunning braids, beads and trinkets in a few.

All those memories in your tangled mind made your heart tighten and ease up at the same time, not sure if you liked it or not. Every time your name spills from her lips. Every time she smiled. Your pumping heart doesn't even care if the smile is directed at someone else, it still skips a few beats at the view.

Shuri’s entire being was brilliant and vibrant, watching her work, how the gears were constantly turning in that beautiful brain of hers. The furrow forming between her brows whenever deep in thought, gnawing at her lip as her finger curved under her chin.

Hearing her speak about the passions sparking within her, teaching you her country’s ways or even giving you a tour after a long day in the lab. The amazement written all over your face at Wakanda’s beauty. Her smiling eyes and raised brow along the amused ghost of a grin playing at the very corners of her lips made your heart drum against your chest.

You’ve been so completely blindsided by your own heart because you’ve been devoid of any human connection for so long that you’ve completely forgotten what this feels like.

You couldn’t believe you hadn’t seen it before. These emotions aren’t odd, they aren’t unpleasant. You’re just completely and utterly in love. Devoted to be her soldier at all costs. And she was willing to be your princess.

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“Ngaba ungandiphefumlela, sithandwa sam?”

Can you breathe for me, my love?

Shuri whispered softly, grasping your hands gently in her own, rubbing small circles over your left knuckles while the cold metal of your other hand rested against her cheek. You had told her millions of times to not ever let your metal palm touch her whenever you were like this but she didn’t listen. She trusted you with her core, knowing that you’d never hurt her.

With an uneven heave, you shook your head no. Your heartbeat punched against your rib cage, blood pulsing into your ears. You had already desperately chased small puffs of air into your worn out lungs, but no matter how hard you tried it wasn’t enough.

“Ima kancinci, baby.(Come on)You can do this…I know you can.” She encouraged brushing away your locks from your crystal eyes. Tears tracked down your cheeks as your bottom lip quivered so violently it made your entire jaw shift.

“I-it hurts, Shuri…it hurts.” The broken words tore her heart into pieces. Another nightmare had struck on you. Waking up in cold sweat, a silent scream leaving your lips with a trembling form twisting and turning in her arms. She didn’t need to ask what it was because she knew it was the same one as the previous nights, always hearing you murmur broken apologies over and over again.

And in instant, she rose from her laying posture, haziness fading with adrenaline and wasted no time in trying to comfort you with the best of her abilities.

“I know, uthando, but you can do this. We’ve done this before, okay? Now I need you to breathe with me, Y/N. Phefumla…” (Breathe…)

Though it felt impossible, you complied to her. You breathed the exact same ways Shuri had shown you before. And even though you already knew how to control and ease your respiration, she still went through every step with you.

She’d whisper praises and minor distractions in her native tongue, smiling whenever you’d nod along and answer short responses. Your pained eyes coming in contact with her warm ones, seeing nothing but patience, worry and adoration in them.

The control of your breathing and heartbeat steadied, here and there your body jerking but managed to calm down. Because of her.

You took the time to take her in. The way her long braids framed her face, ebony eyes staring so fondly at you with a gentle smile on her lips knowing what you were doing. With a heavy blush, your gaze averted to her hands, the thumb of your metal hand brushing her brown skin as you’ve done many times.

You caught the way she shivered at the cold touch and pulled away, hesitating to touch her again. Afraid that if you do continue, you’ll end up hurting her the exact same way you did in your dream. Your Shuri, her blood staining your own clothes and hands, limb body cold in your arms. Every single night, you killed her.

“You didn’t though.” She suddenly spoke. Your head snapped up to look at her, seeing how she gazed at you knowingly. You were quick to catch on, shaking your head in response.

“You don’t know what could happen, princess. I…I could have. If I lose control, I can hurt you…I can come to the point were I could kill you.“ you protested in a voice that made her heart clench, her face softening.

“You had the chance to hurt me the day I agreed to help you. The days you allowed me to heal you, the days you were triggered by any machinery in my lab. You could have killed me then. But you didn’t, Y/N. You could never, ever hurt me, usana because I know who you truly are.” She insisted bringing your linked hands to her chest.

The corner of your lips twitched downwards with tears pooling the corner of your eyes. “Who am I?” You whispered softly.

Her brown eyes locked on your storm ones, never breaking contact. “You we’re a child who went through much. Who was torn apart and forced back together. You had no control of who you were before which means that it is not your fault whatsoever. You are a frail and strong person with a twisted yet amazing mind and beautiful heart. Uyintliziyo yam.” She expressed proudly, her owns tears reflecting your own. You are my heart.

“And this-” she added raising your metal hand to her cheek “—is apart of you…and I am gladly willing to accept it. I do not care who you were or what you did because that was not you, okay?I care about who you are now because I love you. Never doubt that, Y/N wam.”

You didn’t hesitate wrapping your arms around her neck, legs twining with her own as your face buried in her neck. Tears once more running down your cheeks but if anything they weren’t just of sadness. They were swelled by joy and love and realization. Realization to know that you have someone who loves you, who embraces you.

“Ndiyakuthanda.” you murmured quietly against her skin. A chuckle rumbled from her throat, pecking your temple repeatedly while rubbing gentle circles on your back.

”ndiyakuthanda Nam.”

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The clattering sound of Shuri’s tool’s and murmured words echoed the lab while your flesh hand hazily traces over your prosthetic arm.

“5 more minutes, amehlo esafire.” Shuri reassured pecking your forehead.”5 more and I am yours.”

That was 20 minutes ago. She had been upgrading a weapon the past days and tonight she chose to not go to bed until she finished it.

You’ve been on multiple missions before, counting the ones when you were one of HYDRA’s soldiers. But somehow with all the drain and sleep weighing over you, waiting for Shuri was the heaviest mission.

So you, not wanting to sleep without your girlfriend’s warmth, took the attempt in sitting in front of the wall decorated the colorful and gorgeous mural with incredibly cozy blanket wrapped around your frame, arms and legs crossed with your chin tilted up trying to stay wide awake for her.

The brightness of the lab became blurred as your eyelids began to feel heavy. As soon as your head dropped you were quick to jolt up. Every now and then you’d change your posture to keep yourself from nodding off.

From standing, to jogging in place, to even doing push ups. Your vibranium arm came in handy to keep yourself up with just that one arm. You may have held yourself up too long considering how a sudden this met the cool floor, the sound echoing through the walls.

“Baby, uyaphila?”(Are you alright?) you heard her call out.

“I-I’m fine, Shuri! The walls are just too loud and the floor is being mean.” You grumbled not really knowing what you just said, abruptly standing up

“What do you mean the floor is being mean?” She questioned with her face growing confused at your words. The feel of your arms laced around her waist, one warm one cold. She grinned at the soft kiss you placed in her cheek and moved her braids to peck her neck, shoulder, chin plopping on that spot afterwards. Your affection was adorable to her, making her feel all kinds of giddy emotions.

“Don’t worry about it…how much more, princess?”you mumbled resting your eyes for a moment while kissing her smooth skin again.

Her brow rose when you kept repeating the action, sensing you were doing it absentmindedly by now as you swayed side to side with your chest pressed to her back.

“I’m close to finishing this, my love. I promise. Give me a few more minutes. You could go to bed, you’re tired.” She glanced at you. Your stunning orbs were fogged by sleep, a cute yawn leaving you afterwards with a head shake in response.

“‘Mkay…I’ll just wait, baby.” With a final kiss to her shoulder and cheek, your warmth suddenly left her. The young royal frowned as your steps echoed out her lab, dropping what she had to the table as your words echoed through her mind.

You’ve been waiting for her for the past hour. She’s been making you wait and you didn’t even complain, simply kissing her and agreeing to wait for her. You obviously couldn’t sleep without her, she was your cuddle buddy. Your safety, your warmth. And right now you’re probably cold standing around while waiting for her. She groaned at the realization and was quick to put things up cursing herself for not finishing sooner.

She has been so occupied and focused in making an upgrade for your advanced arm, changing up the color scheme as well. But she can leave that for another day.

“I’m almost there, my love! I’m just picking up a few things…” Shuri yelled out, quickly doing exactly what she said.

No response. Maybe you did go to bed, too tired to be waiting for her. A sigh heaved from the girl as she made her way out the lab, thinking of ways to make this up to you. But as she did, her walk came to a stop at the sight right in front of her. It had her pressing record on her kimoyo beads, fighting back a laugh.

Perhaps falling asleep sitting down was a bad idea.

Everytime you felt your head falling you abruptly widen your eyes snapping back up with your metal hand rubbing across your face hoping the coldness of it will help your case.

Which clearly was not working out.

The blanket was half wrapped around your flesh arm while the other was atop of it, lips pursed with your eyes barely squinting.

You hear familiar movement, already knowing Shuri was looking down at you, amusement dancing in those brown eyes while your own barely opened to look at her.

Brows highly raised to keep your gaze on her lovely face.“I am awake.” You said in a groggy voice that clearly was not convincing. She had literal proof that just mere seconds ago you were about to fall on your side.

A silent chuckle left the young girl. “I see that. I mean what kind of soldier cannot handle a little lack of sleep, right?” She asked, voice feigned in disbelief.

You felt yourself loosing your mission. Sleep, becoming your foul enemy.“yeah… I’m still perfectly filled with energy.” Her delighted smile grows at your attempts as her fingers delicately carded through your locks.

“Uh-huh…so I guess that means I can go back to work, no? Since you’re still very awake to wait.” You could hear the smirk seeping in her words, knowing how much she played.

Oh hell no.

Before the princess could even blink you wasted no time in standing up, vibranium arm curling tightly around Shuri’s waist to keep the girl from leaving. “No, you’re here. Bed is few feet away. Bed is were we go.” You grumbled letting your legs lead you to your destination.

A hearty laugh filled your ears feeling her kiss the side of your head. “Okay then. Bed is were we go.” She murmured wrapping an arm around your shoulder knowing there was no point arguing with her sleepy baby. The best thing she could do right now is comply to you and make it up to you the next day.

“And Shuri?”

“Yes, love?”

“Delete that damn footage before I do so myself.”

“Yes, love.”

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The feel of Shuri’s fingers tangled into your curls as your lips captured hers. In no time, the younger girl’s sanity left her, leaving only a desire that grew as fast as the temperature between you both. She didn't object when the cold sensation of your metal fingertips slid down her stomach, slowly trailing lower. She didn’t object whenever her back met the soft mattress. She didn’t object to you ever.

With half-closed eyelids, charcoal orbs watching as your lips imprinted frail kisses over her soft skin, pouring every ounce of adoration to her stunning body. A sharp gasp leaving her at the sudden dip between her legs. The feeling overwhelmingly growing in her stomach, seeping through her body but if anything it was the best sense of the world.

Loud moans and words in her native tongue spewed from her mouth, bouncing off the walls, begging for more. She was sure half the palace could hear her but she didn’t find the urge to keep her volume low.

You were making her feel good in the way that left the young genius’ mind clouded with lust. In the way that sparks flew from her body by just your touch. The way your fingers clinged to her curves, mouths grasping desperately again and again. And when she wrapped her long legs around your waist in response pulling your body in desperation, everything around ceased to matter. All that you cared about was intimacy, the feeling of desire, the feel of her.

The narrowed grip of your metal hand rooted her hips to the bed, those fiery blue eyes locking on her facial expressions, sparks and spasms of bliss that caused her face to crumble so beautifully.

Devouring her as you had done to her skin moments before. You seemed addicted to her smell, her taste, and her subdued whimpers. Wanting to stay between her thighs forever.

My princess. My Shuri. Mine.

Your flesh hand trailed up to her perky breast, thumb swirling over the hardened bud while the other cold thumb pressed down on her swollen clit. Electricity coursed through her veins, chest heaving unevenly at the intense buzz from the digit.

Your movement paused to her disappointment, eyes widening staring up at her. “What…what was that? Are you okay?” You asked panicked pulling away till her hand held yours in place.

She shook her head, shaking breath leaving her. “It is one of the upgrades to your arm…every time it comes in contact down there, it send off vibration waves—” a throaty moan erupted from her at another vibration came through her.

“So this is what you stayed up working on?” Amusement tinged your voice, recalling the previous nights of her absence from your bedroom. You thought the only thing she changed in the vibranium arm was the color (considering it was now aligned with a clash of purple and blue to go with your eyes, and instead of silver it was a jet black) and more advances in battle.

She bit her lip to bite back the sheepish smile forming, a yelp following afterwards whenever your hand clapped against her thigh.”Ungcolile ntombi.” (You dirty girl) Before anything smart came out of her mouth, you attached your own to her addicting taste, a sweet moan erupting from her.

“So close…” she breathed arching herself more into your mouth, one hand placed over yours while the other grabbed a handful of your thick curls for support.

You hearing this looked straight into Shuri’s ember eyes, apparently now vibrating thumb and wet muscle abusing the bundle of nerves while shoving two fingers inside her, sliding in without an issue. Her legs trembled at the swift movement, the cool and solid feel of your fingers rubbing her spots perfectly. Her stiffening around your head from the orgasm that crashed over her.

Sweet nectar coated your mouth and hand and you wasted no time in lapping every ounce Shuri gave you.

“Wenza kakuhle, nkosazana.”( You’re doing so good princess.)

You whispered against her inner thigh, an open mouthed kiss following afterwards. She gave you a hazy grin, heart leaping from her chest at the sound of you speaking Xhosa.

“Undenza ndizive ndonwabile.” You make me feel good.

Her thoughts were invaded with ways in now returning the favor as you kissed your way up her slim body, each kiss lingering longer than the other.

Taking your face in her hands, she trapped your lips in a feverish kiss. Your mouth soaked with her essence, stroking her tongue with yours, a scorching heat piling both your stomachs.

Within seconds she had you on your back, gliding her slick folds down your bare torso while teeth grazed beneath your jawline and neck. Her hands skid across your shoulder blades, admiring the very marks she happened to create on you mocha skin, sweet kisses planted over the scars of your prosthetic arm making sure to pay attention to every part of you.

A devilish smirk plasters across her face as her eyes illuminate with desire as she scans you over, bringing her hands up to grope your breasts whilst brushing her thumbs over your nipples. Pride fills her at the sharp breaths you took, metal hand bruising tightly around her hip.

Very curious fingertips go down your abdomen, watching in awe as the muscles contracted under her touch. “I affect you this much, sthandwa?” She teased lightly tracing around your belly button.

A heat rushed to your face and core, a whimper of a yes leaving you whenever her fingertips traced your lower stomach.

Your fingers ran through her braids carefully whenever her palms cupped the curves of your hips and ass, the thickness to your thighs, enjoying how it felt. But her final destination was right were you desired most.

She now watched as you closed your eyes opening your mouth from which came out the most sinful sounds given to mankind to hear.

Your moans, whimpers, sighs and tight hold on her braids only increased her thirst. Her fingers were rubbing your clit for you to come followed by pretty little words being whispered in your ear, the arousal only spurring you on even more.

Especially whenever she reached for your right hand, bringing your cool thumb down to your nub. “Shuri…”

“Cinezela.”(Press)

Your body jerked at the feel, a combination of her own fingers, the vibration and coolness of your digit, the praises being whispered to you. Too much, too overwhelming, too blissful.

The feeling of your fluids escaped between her fingers a moment later with a silent cry passing your beautiful lips.

Curls a tangled mess, sweat streaming down your golden body,

Panting as you come down from your high, you feel fingers poke at your lips, so you open your mouth to suck on the fingers that had just been giving you intense pleasure.

“Ulungile, mntwana?”(are you okay, baby?)

You didn’t respond, simply using your strong arm to her into your body, nuzzling your face in her neck. “I should be asking you that…considering moment ago metal fingers were in you.” You murmured earning a soft giggle from her.

“I’m fine. I told you many times that the feel of your hand only increases my pleasure. As said before, vibranium never fails. Especially with the new update.”

Her words caused a laugh to erupt from your chest, the melody making Shuri’s smile grow. You gleamed at her, orbs shining a cool blue hinged with humor and adoration. You literally illuminated a glow that reflected on her.

“Well, my genius and beautiful princess was the one to create my arm so…Enkosi.(thank you)” You grinned cheekily, dimples revealing.

Her smile reflected your own, cradling your jaw in her palm as she brought you into a kiss full of passionate heat.

“Round 2?” You suddenly muttered against her mouth, earning a snicker from her.

“Ijoni elimdaka.” Dirty soldier.

“Inkosazana emdaka.” Dirty princess.

“Only for you.”

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Migraines

AN: Hello friends! This is ½ of the requests I received and I’m working on the second now. I love requests so this was super fun to write. Apologies for any errors, still looking for someone to proofread if anyone’s interested.

Request: “could you write a stinkingly fluffy fic about Shuri taking care of the reader who has a horrible migraine or is on her period with cramps? <3 - anon” 

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: It’s fluff, I don’t even think I cursed #miracle 

Word count: 1,298

Suggested listening: Take Care of You - Charlotte Day Wilson ft. Syd

“I’ll take care of you if, if you want me to

I’m always ready for your love” 

As you walked down the hall towards Shuri’s lab with Okoye, you felt the tell-tale signs of a migraine coming on. You squinted your eyes as the hallway lights started to seem as bright as stage lights and the sound of Okoye’s spear tapping the floor as she walked beside you seemed to amplify. 

“Isn’t that right Y/N, you agree with me don’t you?” Okoye turned to look at you wanting confirmation that you agreed with the points she had brought up. Unlucky for you, however, you stopped paying attention as soon as your migraine came on.  

You looked up at her through squinted eyes and let out a “Huh?” before finally pausing walking and leaning up against a wall, you were only about 15 feet from Shuri’s lab. 

Okoye looked you up and down assessing you to see if she could find the source of the problem at first glance. She was a general, after all, she was used to dealing with her soldiers in pain. But upon looking at you she found nothing, which was even more concerning. Migraines weren’t a problem for the people of Wakanda, the minute they felt the signs all they had to do was take a pill and their symptoms vanished instantly. Because you were not from Wakanda your body’s cells fought off the treatment whenever you tried to take it, rendering it useless. 

“What’s wrong Y/N?” She tilted her head to the side, noticing your furrowed brow and squinted eyes. Your hand rested on your forehead and rubbed slightly. 

“Nothing is wrong.” You said wincing as you straightened up, more of the light coming into contact with your eyes. You had been dealing with serious migraines since you were a child, most of them came on out of nowhere and some of the worst ones left you bedridden for days. “I just need to make it back to my room, that’s all.” You turned your body back in the other direction, away from Shuri’s lab, hoping for no protest from Okoye. 

“Y/N.” It only took a few steps before she caught up to you. “You’re sick, you need to see Shuri. You know she can help and she won’t be too happy to learn you haven’t gone to her.” 

You continued your walk and turned down the hallway that led to you and Shuri’s shared bedroom. “I don’t want to worry Shuri right now, she’s working.” You replied back.

You had recently been suffering from more and more migraines and Shuri had been there to help you through all of them. But secretly you felt bad, you felt like you were taking up her time. After all, she was the Queen of Wakanda and had what you thought were much better things to do. Your head had started the pounding stage and your door was within sight. You were eager to sink into your bed so you quickened your pace, Okoye matching you. 

“But you know she will be more worried when she finds out there’s something wrong with you that you did not tell her about.” Okoye tried to reason with you, but your proximity to your bedroom was more convincing than her words. 

You reached for the bedroom door handle but as always Okoye swatted it away and opened it for you. You finally opened your eyes to give Okoye some peace of mind that you were okay. “I’m going to be fine Okoye, I’m going to take a nap and I will be fine.”

Okoye nodded and shut the door as you walked deeper into your bedroom. As soon as you heard the door shut you stripped out of your clothes, found your comfiest oversized sleep shirt, and opted for no pants, just underwear. You found the remote that controlled your blinds and clicked a button that made your black-out curtains come out. You pulled back the covers on the bed and immediately crawled in, laying on your stomach with your face nearly submerged in pillows. If you couldn’t have Shuri right now this was the next best thing. 

Speaking of Shuri, Okoye had made her way back to Shuri’s lab, Griot announcing her arrival. 

“General Okoye is entering the lab now.” 

Shuri looked up from her work and sent a brief smile to Okoye before a puzzled look came across her face. She glanced down at her kimoyo beads and they displayed the time. “4:34 PM”. This was normally when you would come and visit her, accompanied by Okoye. Shuri welcomed it as a worthwhile distraction from her work as the two of you would pause and sometimes share a snack together. 

“Where is Y/N?” Shuri asked Okoye once she was next to her station. 

“I do not want to worry you, my queen.” Okoye started, speaking slowly and calmly so as to not stress Shuri. It didn’t work very well and Shuri was already standing up giving Okoye her full attention. 

“What is wrong? Has something happened to Y/N?” 

“Nothing is seriously wrong. It’s just when we were walking over here that all of a sudden she stopped.” Shuri nodded her head following along. “And then she shut her eyes and brought her hands to her head.” 

Shuri pondered what could be happening to you, could it have been the food that you ate? Or maybe you hadn’t been drinking enough water again, that always got you. It wasn’t until Shuri replayed Okoye’s words over that she figured out what was going on. “And brought her hands to her head.” 

“It’s a migraine!” Shuri cursed herself for not realizing it sooner, they had been affecting you at various points all month. Leaving Okoye in the lab Shuri sprinted out and in the direction of your shared room. The heart-shaped herb made it so that she made it there in no time, only slowing down once she reached your door. She opened it and her heart swelled, she thanked her enhanced vision as she could make you out in the darkness. 

“Baby?” She spoke softly as she took off her shoes and lab coat and walked over to the bed. 

You didn’t move but let out an “Mm” in response. 

Shuri removed the rest of her outside clothing leaving her in a wife beater and boxers. “Why didn’t you come to me, my love?” Shuri sat down on the edge of the bed. 

As she scooted closer to you on the bed her smell flooded your senses and a swell of peace washed over you. By the time you turned your head to speak, Shuri was under the covers next to you. She pulled your body fully on top of hers, using one arm to wrap around your waist to steady you, and the other she ran up your neck to the back of your head and massaged lightly.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.” You said quietly, Shuri’s presence had begun to calm you and your migraine had lessened. 

“You know you are never a disturbance to me sthandwa, you are the light of my life. If you are in pain, I want to do whatever I can to stop it.” Shuri placed a kiss on your forehead and you let out the first smile you had all day. 

“Next time I will tell you, deal?” You asked, nuzzling your head into Shuri’s chest, this position always put you to sleep and the way Shuri was gently rubbing your head to help your migraine subside was not doing anything to keep you awake. 

“Deal.” Shuri looked down at you and saw your eyes fluttering, one of your tells that you were fighting sleep. She placed another kiss on your forehead before speaking. “Sleep well, my love.” 

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Dating Shuri and Riri: Shuri x Riri x Black! Queen Fem! Reader

warnings: spoilers, mentions of scars, incorrect translations (pls politely lmk if im wrong)

🤎 You met Shuri and Riri at the same time

🤎 Somehow you'd managed to get your kingdom roped into the entire mess of Riri and her vibranium detector

🤎 Shuri had reached out to your for help because she knew you lived in America for some years with a distant relative until you were coronated queen of your family's kingdom

🤎 Honestly the only reason you said yes was cuz she was fine as a mf

🤎 Then you and her were sent to find this Riri chick and you found yourself drooling over both of them

🤎 At first there was obvious competition between the three of you for one another's affection until all of you realized the feelings were completely mutual

🤎 Pet names were a given: To Riri you were Baby Girl and to Shuri you were Sithandwa. While you often called Riri '‘Ìfẹ́ mi’ and Shuri Àyànfẹ́mi or interchangeably used ma/mama or babe

🤎 You had never had one girlfriend before let alone two so things were a little complicated at times

🤎 So many small miscommunications and petty arguments happened which made you wonder if this was the type of relationship you wanted

🤎 But then Namor damn near killed both Shuri and Riri in front of you at the same time and you realized you couldn't imagine not having both of them

🤎 After everything you did have to return to your kingdom which was known as the Highlands: a little farther than Jabariland

🤎 The distance is bearable when you can take a flyer to see Shuri and when Riri goes between both the Golden City and the Highlands

🤎 Unlike Riri and Shuri you aren't a technology genius or scientist of any kind

🤎 The last science-ish thing you did was accidentally microwave a plate that had silver on it

🤎 It was nearly three in the morning and you wanted a snack so you went to heat up something and the microwave literally exploded. Which triggered an entire palace lockdown and a dozen Dora Milaje to arrive in less than 15 seconds. All while you stood there in your bonnet and that ugly ass leopard print house dress that Riri swore made you look like her grandma wore when she was a kid. And all you wanted was a Hot Pocket.

🤎 Riri and Shuri spend hours on end holed up in their labs so most nights you end up going to get them or blowing up their notifications until they cave and come to bed

🤎 You love listening to them talk about whatever they are working on even though you don't get it

🤎 It's not like you haven't TRIED to understand their computer-techy- big brain stuff. You tried having them teach you and it literally sounded like they were speaking Simlish in reverse to you

🤎 But despite science and math not being your thing, you were fantastic at humanties and liberal arts related things

🤎 So while they understood computers and things, you were busy teaching Wakandan translators

🤎 You'd learned Yoruba as a young child which was spoken in your kingdom as well as in the nearby Jabariland. Then you'd learned Xhosa some time in grade school per your father's request. You learned English and Spanish while living in America and attending school there. Some other miscellaneous ones you picked up through other things. You jumped to the opportunity to learn Yucatec Maya to help relations with Wakanda and Talokan.

🤎 There were times you got tongue tied as that happens with being a polyglot. But you managed to keep things straight unless on of your girlfriends was messing with you

🤎 They knew exactly how to tease you too which didn't help when you were trying to work. Like they'd purposely enter the room wearing the most distracting fucking outfit while you're trying to meet a deadline.

🤎 For that exact reason you made it clear as day that if they're going to pull something they better at least have clothes on. It went unsaid but they knew full and well it was because your clumsy-grandma using technology ass would accidentally turn the camera around at the worst possible moment

🤎 Although you and your girlfriends work day and night, you all prioritize spending time with one another, especially for dates

🤎 You three go on dates together and other times it might just be two of you. Hell you even started doing dates by yourself just for self care which Shuri also picked up and made a habit for herself

🤎 There was a time Riri went off on her own without telling you or Shuri where she went. She left everything including her phone which only freaked you and Shuri out more. Come to find out she was trying to do a self care weekend and went back to Chicago. She didn't realize how bad she fucked up til she came back and saw how distraught you and Shuri were. Somehow you managed to keep yourself together...ish. But Shuri on the other hand was a fucking mess.

🤎 Both you and Riri noticed that there were some parts of Shuri that had yet to heal from the pain and trauma she'd endured in a short period of time. She had her moments which you both waited out and let her deal with herself unless she asked for it. And when she did ask you were both there to love and support her in any way she needed. Mostly ends in cuddles.

🤎 You're a blanket stealer. Riri is a kicker. Shuri is the sleep talker.

🤎 The two of them fall asleep before you do nearly every single night without fail and sometimes you just look over their sleeping forms in absolute awe at how uniquely perfect they both are.

🤎 The way that Riri subconsciously bites the very left corner of her bottom lip as she sleeps. How her small and calloused hands with nails trimmed down to the edge fit so perfectly in yours. The way that one scar on the bottom of her chin lines up with the one on the top of her head from jumping out of a tree when she was six. How a smile tugs on the corners of her lips when she's having a good dream...and not that kind of dream but the ones where she's genuinely happy with whoever she meets there.

🤎 The way that Shuri's brow furrows while she sleeps until you smooth it over with your thumb. How her tattooed palm always remains face up so you can lace your fingers over hers while she sleeps. How that scar on her stomach that matches the one on her back, the one's she refuses to show you and Riri to this day, feels underneath your hand and overtop her shirt, that raises and falls with every breath she takes. And how she calms so easily when you place your hand over her cheek after hearing her let out the faintest whimper in her sleep.

🤎 Those are your girls, only yours.

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The ones we once loved

listen to The ones we once loved by Ben&Ben

Shuri x FEM!reader Warning: break-up, angst no fluff maybe a good ending

Shuri and you both knew that the relationship you both had was coming to an end. Fights and tensions between you two became a habit, some days you both would ignore each other. You hated how Shuri was isolating herself after her brother's death. She hated how you became busy and "never spent time with her" but in actuality, you tried your best. You tried to stretch your patience with her, even with how toxic she became. You had too much on your plate right now and her being one of them. You had to study for an upcoming exam to finally get yourself into medical school plus your sister's sick and now, you had to deal with Shuri.

When your patience ran thin, it snapped. A huge argument broke out between you two. Stupid and things that couldn't be taken back were flown between you two. "Every day, I wish you'd never get in that medical school and that you'd die or get hit by a bus" Shuri threw out "I hate you and I wished for your death too" You lashed back. When the words finally sink into both of your minds, you both realize how extensive the comments both of you have thrown out to each other. She fell to her knees and sobbed. Tears were flowing down your face, feeling the regret of the words you let you go.

You slowly approached her and when she felt you being near, she wrapped both her arms around your waist, holding on to you and repeating the words "I'm sorry" over and over again. You whispered"I'm sorry too" while cradling her head. That night, you both knew that the relationship needed to end. You both need space and ending the far-too-broken relationship would do you good.

This leads to the present where both of you sit in front of each other in a cafe. "How are you?" She asked "I'm fine, got my license. You?" You replied "Good, good, healing" Her answer was short and straightforward "I'm so sorry for your loss, I'm sure you'll make a great queen," You said and reached to hold her hand. She didn't pull away "I'm sorry," She said, which made you look at her confusingly. "Why?" You asked "Cause, I ruined your life" She replied, looking intensely at you "No, I'm sorry for not being there when you were grieving, I should've been there for you" You added which made her shake her head no. "We were both hurting, you know that," She said, tilting her head to the side. It's great seeing you do well. But now my nephew is looking for me" She said which made you perk up "Nakia and T'Challa?" You asked and she nodded yes with a broad smile that you always love. "I do too, patients have been lining up since it's the holidays and people get into trouble for stupid reasons" You half-jokingly said which caused her to laugh.

You both bid goodbye to each other and parted ways, you heading to the hospital you worked in and her towards where the aircraft might be. Before you were out of her sight, Shuri shouted "Maybe in an alternate universe, it's you and I against the world!" She shouted and caused you to turn around "Maybe!" You shouted back before continuing to walk and maybe get a cab ride.

As you sat inside the cab you called a message ping on your phone. It's from an unknown number. When you opened it, the message made you smile and thought of the possible ways to work it out.

a/n: my brain isn't braining right now so this is all I could offer for now. I'm not in a slump, I'm p-muls right now. Let me know what you guys think.

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WHEN WE FIRST MET

shuri x reader

My first time making one of these lol. i post more on wattpad @BANJORO

"I get soooo bored in this place. Why'd you have to take my keys away from me?" Shuri said sulking in her boredom. "Because it was getting unhealthy for how long you stay in there. The lab smells like the back of M'baku's neck." Okoye said while glaring at M'Baku with a smile on her face.

"Didn't young girl tell you be conscious of the way you look? Take her advice." M'Baku said. Shuri snickered but stopped once Okoye shoots her a look. "You think it's funny? I knew you were laughing the first time." She said patting on her hairless head.

"Can we get some entertainment please?" The queen requested and some guards came in with a man and sticks lit on fire. The man juggled the sticks and put the fire out with his mouth. Shuri was not impressed. "Take him away. My bast was that treacherous." she said holding her head in her hands.

Next entertainer, came in with magic tricks. Originals like pulling the bunny out of the hat. She pointed towards the exit and the man was dragged away by guards. Yawning, Shuri was intrigued once she saw a slim figure in a hooded robe appear in front of her being brung out by guards. Everyone paid attention to this one person.

From the robe, a hand stuck out pouring some magical, self moving sand all over the floor. Once it settled in a ring around the person, the robe flat setting off gasps from everyone in the room and making guards more alert. The sand then formed a beautiful woman. (play song.)

"when we first met girl..."

This woman was unseen gorgeous. Her melanin skin glistening while her clothes hug her curvy body and teeth shine under pure light. Everything from her hair to her feet seemed elegant and graceful. The accessories that rested on her neck and wrist making itself known by the luxurious color and shape. Shuri was sitting up in her seat at this point.

The lady began taking steps towards Queen Shuri making the Dora Milaje point their spears towards the scene. She stopped in front of Shuri and began to dance slowly to a drum beat that was played. The dance was almost like she was seducing her. It was sexy, slow and hypnotizing.

This woman had shuri in a chokehold. She couldn't take her eyes off of her. Every movement she took made Shuri fall more into a trance. She moved her index finger under her constructed jaw and rubbed against it while looking her up and down.She kissed the queen's hand followed by a wink and had her in shock. Shuri slouched in her throne and brought her hand to her chest like she was about to faint.

The Dora didn't like that her space was invaded and started running towards the mysterious woman. She was seen as a threat. She took off running dodging corners trying to lose them. The queen shouted for them to stop and begged for the girl to come back. She was in love like she had known her before.

"Ah Shuri! Don't be so silly over some random woman from the village. You should've seen your face. You froze like an antelope in headlights when she stepped up here." M'Baku spoke from next to her then taking a bite of a carrot. "Oh shut up you gorilla." She said arising from her throne and escorting herself to her room.

back to the woman...

Y/N ran through the big palace while running into many different people. She wasn't scared of the tribe, she was just having fun. She ran into a room where she can hide. The room was spacious. It had a huge california king bed with a tall headboard with vibrainum glowing it, a huge window showing the overlook of wakanda and its beauty. The sight was to die for. Huge curtains flowing with the air that breezed in from her balcony.

Sitting on a long couch that sat in front of the window was the queen looking upset. All she thought about at the moment was the woman she seen. She was so intrigued by her presence and wanted to know about the woman but her chance was passed up so quickly.

Shuri's POV.

My mind drifted as i tuned out the yelling of The dora outside my door. I sat on my couch in front of the window just staring off into the sight. The tall buildings, the glistening waters and the beautiful shining sun. I loved my country and would do anything for it.

But it's beauty doesn't compare to what i seen today. She was dropped straight from heaven. Every feature on her body looked like it was made out of gold. So rich and delicate. I heard my bedroom door slam and i seen only one person.

Her.

She stood there in all her glory. "Hi, Queen Shuri." she said giving me a small bow and i did back. "Oh my. Hello. Who are you? Where are you from?" I frantically asked. She giggled at my curiosity but i had to know who produced this blessing of this earth.

"That doesn't matter-" I cut her off by grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug. We shared a deep hug. Felt something snap in my brain. I pulled away and I couldn't do nothing else but stare into her eyes. The brown orbs absorbed me in all their beauty. She stared back and it felt like electricity running through my body.

Our lips then crashed together into a passionate kiss. She sunk down in my hold as my height dominated her. My body felt like fireworks were exploding inside.

Third Person POV

The Dora Milaje was still scurrying around to find her. They looked in every nook and cranny but still no luck. "General, how about we check the queen's room?" One of the members said. Okoye shook her head yes and they went running towards the room.

While Shuri and Y/N was so deep into their kiss, Y/N's good ears heard their steps from far away but not that far. "Queen, I have to hide or leave. They're outside the door." She frantically said pulling away from the kiss. "What? No way and please call me Shuri." Shuri brushed off. "I'm serious." She said with the most serious face she can put on.

"QUEEN, WE HAVE TO ENTER IN 5 SECONDS." Okoye yelled through the door. Shuri's eyes widened as they scurry away from each other. Y/N hid near an escape route once they barge in. The tribe bust in the door and there stood Shuri alone standing in front of her window.

"EH?!! My door!!!" Shuri yelled.

"Shuri, no lying. Where is the girl?" Okoye asked. Shuri shrugged her shoulders with a sadden look. Y/N ran out behind them without them noticing anything till 2 of them guarding the door seen her and yelled after her. Okoye glared at Shuri as they ran with the other 2 women. "WAIT NO PLEASE" Shuri exclaimed out for them not to get her. A spear was thrown which was caught in her skirt lagging her back till she ripped it off and kept going.

Almost tripping, she was still able to get them off her back. Y/N was fast like lightning. She lost the Dora Milaje after a minute of full on sprinting. She found an exit and wrote a letter for Shuri and the tribe before leaving.

"We'll played my friends. Maybe next time we could play with the long izixhobo.

As for shuri sthandwa, i will be back sooner than you think.

xoxo

find out :) sala kakuhle!"

Later on...

A member of the group found the note and reported it back to Shuri. Many hours had passed and Shuri held the note in her hand reading it over and over. She can't believe she let her slip through her fingers like that. She was gone forever.

The sun was set and stars settled over wakanda. Shuri was already showered and ready for bed. She turned on some music she discovered while she was in America. The dim lights from the sky outside peered into her room.

...........

"Come back to me later tonight please." Shuri begged before the Dora Milaje yelled again. "3..." and continued counting down slowly. Y/N nodded and ran into her hiding spot."

..........

Resting, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. "Hey there Shuri. Did you miss me?" y/n spoke. Shuri rushed from under her covers and engulfed her into a hug. "How'd you get in here?" She asked holding y/n's beautiful face in her hands. "I snuck in then just walked up here. I learned this place while running away from the crazy bald head ladies." She giggled. Shuri did a short chuckle before dazing off into her eyes again.

Y/N broke the gaze and walked off to the balcony that showcased wakanda under her. She fell in love with the sight and couldn't believe she was in the presence of royalty. "You thought i forgot about what you said huh?" Y/N spoke as she was leaned over the railing then turned around. Shuri stood there with her curls over her head shaking her head yes. "I could never. You're the Queen." she said grabbing her face and rubbing it gently.

This put a smile on shuri face. "I'm sorry about earlier." Shuri apologized. "It's okay. I actually had fun" She giggled. Shuri did nothing but breathe and stare. She was truly intrigued and don't know what made her feel this way. Suddenly, they enjoyed yet another passionate kiss.

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The Test Of Time

Shuri Udaku x Black Fem Reader

Summary: Angst. This is my first time writing it so yea.

(Not Proofread so there might be spelling & grammatical errors aswell)

Translation: okuswiti kwam, my sweet

“Our friendship has reached its end.”

You tried your best to grasp the meaning of her words, slipping through your fingers as sand would, quickly, almost instantly as they left her lips. The meaning was patent, direct enough to give you closure, but blatant enough to shred the interior of your heart in pieces. You looked in her deep umber eyes, something you always did, searching for the warmth and the utter adoration she always held within them, especially for the likes of you.

Yet, this time when you searched for that familiar warmness that would cradle you when you locked your eyes with her, you found not a trace. Instead, it had been replaced by apathy, a hallow shell of a person who you held so dear to your heart, the only woman who you cherished had no remorse for breaking your heart.

This was your fault. Your conscious would never let you escape that fact, how miserable were you? You pushed her here, you couldn’t even fake a smile for her achieving her happiness with someone that wasn’t you, instead you had let your own foolish envy come in between what you both had built for so long. She didn’t know that she carried your heart in her hands, nor did she know that your love for her ran deeper than just the one of a best friend.

You had made her feel suffocated, made her the keeper of your own happiness and for that, those golden moments she used to spend with you had turned into something she dreaded. She had found irony in that, the person who made her feel the most freedom in her life had turned into something the complete opposite, a person who had used their own inner struggles as a way to control her, taking advantage of her oh-so-kind heart.

“We can’t work this out?” You spoke, feeling the tears escape from your waterline, a ticklish sensation on your cheeks as they rolled down, staining the dark red sweatshirt you had on. She shook her head slightly, her loose curls bouncing with the movement. “I’ve tried, (name). I’ve tried to work with you on this, I’ve given you chance after chance to better yourself for the sake of us but, you didn’t. It’s like when I told you that I finally had someone, other than you, that made me happy, you made it your job to make my life a living hell.” She said, the stoic look on her face contradicted the raw emotion in her words, and with that you found yourself breaking even more.

Shuri could feel her composure running soft, watching as the dim light highlighted the unrest on your features. The tears that flooded down your hickory skin only tugged at her more, she could no longer look at you, only continue with her sentiments and draw her eyes to the plain ceiling. “I’m sorry, okuswiti kwam but, I fear that our friendship had reached it’s time.” She said, her voice more gentle this time, her voice reached around like a comforting hand on your back and although she hadn’t physically touched you, you could feel the closure that she was trying to give you with the gravity of her words.

That settled with you, because you had no choice but to free her from the shackles of your heart. You breathed deeply, breathing in what would be the last of you and her for forever. You wanted to savor this, but to do that you would have to speak your truths, for it would not be right for you both to part without you doing so, the heavy burdening on your heart wouldn’t slack unless you told her everything, unless you told her for the last time, that you loved her.

“I have no valid excuse for my actions, I acted out of jealously and fear of losing the only person who understood me.” You said, deep breathes came in the interlude of every word, pausing in order to regain yourself. She remained silent but, you took her silence as an expression to continue with your thoughtless confession.

“I was losing you, Shuri. I got so used to it being just us, that when she came into your picture, I felt betrayed. To think that she was putting those same smiles on your face, that she was getting those same laughs from you, that she was getting to see the more of you than I did, it hurt me. So, I reacted emotionally, rather than just being woman enough to tell you how I felt for you, I treated you horribly for the mere fact that you achieved paradise with someone and that it wasn’t me.” You said, the thick tension in the air growing between you both, she had to wait, while her brain lapped circles around her to process what your words truly signified.

She figured that you had these feelings for her, just something in the way you looked at her, your looks held more meaning than you would give those of a friend, but to hear the confirmation, that’s what left her shocked. She noticed how her lengthy silence could be taken as disapproval, but she couldn’t bring words to her lips if she tried. Her eyes stung with tears, face flushed hot while her nails dug into the skin of her soft palms.

“I understand, that you have a girlfriend and it is more than disrespectful for me to confess this at this time but, I could not have forgiven myself if I let you walk away without knowing that, that I love you.” You said, inching your body closer to hers so she couldn’t ignore you, so that she could see the truth that lay behind your deep almond colored irises. Pure heat flooded her veins, striking through her with a viciousness that was unlike any other, she couldn’t explain the feeling, but something about hearing those words made her feel lighter, taking her and lifting her straight from the ground she stood, but at the same time, it made her heart speed, banging so violently it felt as if it would burst out of the confinement of her chest.

She could not deny, that she had, what she deemed as unnatural feelings towards you but, she never acknowledged them, she had learned to hide those feelings within a crevice in her heart, storing them so deeply that the strange sensations she felt in your presence would be dulled, forgotten and only would she remind herself of them when she was alone at night, under the blanket of stars and infinite darkness, mind off in an infinity of what could be between you both.

She allowed her tears to fully fall, staring in the abyss of your eyes while she realized that, she could no longer escape the inevitable truth, the one that she had hid from herself for so long, she loved you, she loved you so much. She couldn’t find the words on her tongue, but, the blood rushing through her veins made her convey her message with something far more profound.

She found her own body acting on it’s on, pressed so close against you that her own warmth enveloped you tight, the embrace was gentle, filled with so much gentleness that even you were fooled of your weakness, with how she held you, as if you were so fragile, so delicate that if she were to you even slightly touch you, you would crumble right before her.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck. She hummed lightly, drawing a fingertip to your chin, as she nodded at your apology, showing her acceptance. “I don’t care about that, anymore.” She spoke to you, hands playing with your tight curls as you both embraced in what could be the end of you both. She didn’t know what to do, but, in your presence she could not bring herself to think of the troubles that came with the love that had blossomed between to you of you, only the warmth in her stomach that she felt when she accepted it, when she opened her heart to it.

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Although, she didn’t want to part from you, that seemed best for you both. Space. Space was what you both needed, a time to flourish without the company of the other. You would have to work towards yourself, cutting the toxicity that you brought to yourself and others, allowing yourself to truly love beyond bounds, with no envy nor any fear and she, she would have learn to understand love and what her being in love truly meant for her.

Hopefully one day, you both would draw towards eachother and appear before one another as new women, fully molded and most importantly, ready to love.

A/N: Apologies for the choppy ending, I wanted to post something as it feels like I haven’t in ages. Hope you enjoyed me trying something new with my wife Shuri!!! 🫶🏾💗

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lotus pt. 2

content warning : mermaid!reader, grieving!shuri, prophetic dreams?

a/n : this part is longer than the first because there is a bit more setting build up but nevertheless i hope y’all enjoy 🤍

shuri felt the gentle splashes of waves and heard the crash of the water playing in her mind ever since she spoke to you. the lotus flower had yet to wilt as it sat on her nightstand, a sweet smell wafting off the petals. she dreamt of her mother, her features soft as they spoke to her surrounded by hues of purple and turquoise.

shuri found herself at the water again. her newfound position as queen came with a multitude of challenges on top of becoming the black panther. the crisp air blowing across the water filled her lungs and stuck to her ribs. she felt full. not weighed down by her responsibilities or troubles but in balance with herself as much as one could be. she felt whole and grounded in a way but also like she could float above it all like she was featherweight. a welcome semblance of peace.

she sat cross legged in the water, the warm liquid sloshing around her hips. as she looked out into the water she thought about you. where were you? did you have legs? could you live on land? would she see you soon like you said? the sound of splashing pulled her out of her trance and she looked further into the distance. a ripple of pink peeked through the waves as quick as it came. was it you?

you had seen shuri wading in the water, her body relaxed as she floated in low tide. you’d tried to send her subtle signs that you were around. small shells in her shoes, lotus petals floating on the breeze, the smell of salt on the air, but she never noticed, or did she?

your shadow zipped through the water as you swam to shore, the tickle of seaweed and kelp on your sides. shuri laid on her back in the water just past the sand, curls swaying in the night breeze. you swam up to her slowly as to not scare her and peeked from the water. “hello shuri” you spoke softly as she turned to look at you, her eyes wide. “hello y/n, how are you?” she asked. “i’m well and you?” you asked even though you knew the answer. she gave you a small smile and a tight nod in response as she sat up. you swam up next you her and sat next to her, the tip of your tail swishing in the shallow water. “your tail is beautiful” she mumbled as she glanced up at you, a silent request to touch. you gave her a nod and she run her hand softly down the side of your tail. your scales were cool to the touch and soft, almost velvet feeling.

“do you have legs?” she blurted as she ran her hand back up your tail. “i do” you confirmed. “when i wish to walk or live on land i sit on the ground and dry up, this causes the muscles and cartilage of my tail to shrink and conform to my legs” you explain as you continue to splash. she looked at you in fascination as she opened her mouth to speak and closed it again. “can you swim shuri? i want to show you something” you say as you scoot back into the water and swim around. “yes i can” she confirm as she pressed a button on her beads and was covered in a wet suit. you held your hand out to her in silent invitation and she took it coming further into the water with.

you both swam further into the water and past the land to a small cluster of caves. “do you have a mask of some sort? i assume you can’t breathe under water” she stared at you for a few seconds before pressing another button on her beads as a mask appeared on her face. you nodded in approval as you waved for her to dive after you. you took her hand and guided her through the deep, your figures zipping through the water. you slowed down and led her into a cave. the water feeding into the mouth of the cave decreased the more you swam inside, iridescent stalagmites dripping into pearly puddles. you lead her around a wall of rock and into an open space, moonlight peeking through tiny holes in the top of the cave. “where are we?” her question sounded muffled by her mask to her but you heard her clearly and led her to sit in the middle of the space. shuri shivered despite the semi shallow water being warm as a beam of moonlight shined down on her.

you swam up to her and scooped some water into your hands and whispered into it. “put your hands on mine” you said and pushed your hands close to her. she reluctantly put her hands on your and watched. “what’s supposed to happen?” she asked before her eyes widened. white light shined between your hands as a ball of light formed. you tapped her hand as a signal for her to pull away and let the ball float upwards and expand before popping, a haze of white in its wake. “but i don’t understand..” shuri trailed off as she focused on the air above her. she never felt so confused yet intrigued in all her years. the more she watched the haze started to move, hues of purple morphing into the features of her mother.

ungaze woyike inkosazana yam, iimpendulo zingaphakathi, amanzi sisixhobo esinamandla, yibophe. izinyanya zikuwe ngamaxesha onke

shuri’s tears were hot against her cheeks as she sobbed, the water lifting her from sitting and rocking to comfort her. her tears splashed into the water beneath her with gentle plops as they glowed turquoise, illuminating her skin. the water slowed to a stop and supported her weight as she layed to float.

shuri woke up with a gasp of air, sand sprinkled in her curls. the rising sun bathed her in yellow light as she took a deep breath, a blooming lotus flower on her chest.

ungaze woyike inkosazana yam, iimpendulo zingaphakathi, amanzi sisixhobo esinamandla, yibophe. izinyanya zikuwe ngamaxesha onke - never fear my princess, the answers are within, the water is a powerful medium, harness it. the ancestors are with you always