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THAT'S ALL FOLKS! ShuRiriWeek2024!

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Wow wow wow wow wow!!! What an amazing time it's been organizing and participating in the first ever Shuriri Week! Everyone's art has been so amazing, and I hope it's reached new people as well as folks who are already Shuriri fans lol.

Much love to all those who participated in any way, from the fan fictions and fan art, down to the dm's with questions and song recs!

As promised, here's some updates!

⚛︎ - The next Shuriri Week is just around the corner 👀 but before we get there... We'll be voting on what themes and prompts you wanna see next! Voting coming soon! ⚛︎ - In that same vein, send in your poll recommendations and if yours is picked to match a theme day or if it's just a super dope question, you'll be tagged with a special thanks! Since this whole thing came from being part of an amazing fandom, I think a lot of it should come from said fandom! ⚛︎ - Remember to check the #ShuririWeek2024 tag, or search on the blog for the day, theme, prompt or just in general to find all the amazing fics, art and more than people submitted! ⚛︎ - And finally, here's the ShuririWeek2024 fandom curated playlist! From everyone's suggestions, we have over 100 songs! It's certainly a diverse mix lol, but it's a bop! I hope you enjoy! (I'll be doing my best to write all these songs out over the next few weeks so folks can make their own identical Shuriri Week playlists on other streaming apps if you want!) LINK

Stay tuned for more and thank you again so much for participating and celebrating our favorite science gays! First one down, many more to come!!!

❤️👩🏾‍❤️‍👩🏾🖤

For anything you may have missed, check out the first round of Shuriri Week themes, prompts and rules (Link) or the FAQ! (Link)

much love,

@blacksapphhicmaddonna / @shuririweek

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Shuriri Week 2024 Message!

Hey y'all!

Just a reminder that submissions for Shuriri Week 2024 close tomorrow at 11:59 pm! This doesn't mean I'll stop checking the tag or anything, just means that the official "Shuriri Week 2024" event is over! This includes submissions to the ShuririWeek2024 playlist! Please send me the last of your submissions (fics, art or songs etc.) or tag me in any post/comment mentioning them! We have over 100 songs! So exciting.

I'll be announcing next steps for future events tomorrow when I drop the playlist! I hope everyone has enjoyed Shuriri Week 2024 and I can't wait to see what comes next!

Much love always,

-@blacksapphhicmaddonna x

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A 10k+ Shuriri fic was just posted???? PURRRR

we’re eating good today (18+) 🙏🏾♥️

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DAY 6: SONG FIC

nothing in the world belongs to me, but

Shuri/Riri Williams

[Major Character Death] [Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses] [Apocalypse] [Period Typical Attitudes] [Goddess!Shuri] [Astronomer!Riri] [Hero's Quest] [Rebirth]

Summary: Her. It was all for Her.

- SHURIRIWEEK2024 - day six - "song fic/ song inspo" - loosely inspired by My Love Mine All Mine

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ao3

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Oh-- The Earth. It waned.

Dark clouds bore down on the countrymen below. Winds picked up, sharp against their skin--warning them of the storm to come.

Days prior, The Oracle warned The King of the devastation. A disaster brought forth not by man nor nature.

Under the Sea God’s might, entire nations would sink.

Was it for revenge? Indulgence? No one knew for certain why such a curse had befallen the lands. At least, that’s what The Crown had claimed. Tucked behind stone walls draped in ivory and gold. Lofty, safe from the encroaching beast below.

Troops were rallied. Songs of conquest and valor sang. Banners swung, legs marched on.

All clamoring forth into battle--all drowned.

A wrath like no other rising to swallow them whole.

Ships were sent and sank. Cargo barreled into the docks. Sailors dumped onto the rocks. Churches filled-- tithings offered with muddied, waif hands. Prayers went unanswered as the sea levels continued to rise.

No other God was willing to intervene.

Bodies piled up--The King was desperate. A draft was enforced despite the uproar from the people. Nobility scattered, abandoning the towering lights of the sea-side cities for the darkest crevices of the country-side. All who were left--the desperate, the needy, the ill-begotten souls of this cursed land would bear the folly of the crown and his noblemen.

Riri did not cry for her country's plight. She’s cried enough. For her mother she left behind, for her father, friends who left her. If she must grieve this wretched earth, it will be for the hands who toiled it. Never The Crown.

And yet, here she was dying for that Bastard King.

Blood seeped into her mouth. The taste of iron and salt squeezing her lungs. She swam on, limbs heavy even as she discarded her overskirts and bodice. Now she faced the cold with only left in a thin chemise and cap. Another wave swelled, pushing her against the wall of the cave. Riri’s body shuddered, a throbbing pain overtaking the fatigue and numbness.

Eyes weary, she cast her gaze up as darkness threatened to take hold. Even a mind as sharp as hers would falter in these conditions. No one would understand why she’d taken on this quest. She was no Knight. She had no armor. No land, no power to her name.

Only her mind kept her from the pits of irrelevance in a society this cruel. No one could interpret the stars like she could. She spent many nights in the Royal Observatory, hunched over an assortment of lenses. She poured over notes, calculations, renderings--deciphering the distance between earth and those endless depths above.

A fever for knowledge--a sign of madness to others. Smarts did a woman no good afterall. Rumors would speculate that her position only existed to keep her close to the King’s bedchamber without alerting the church.

Riri didn’t care. At the end of the day, her ceaseless research was an act of prayer. Not meant to be understood by others. To dare cast her sights above, to dare know the unknowable. Between the moon’s craters, the stars fading lights, and that space that never ended.

She’d see traces of Her everywhere.

Reverently, she’d write through the night catching glimpses of the Goddess’s presence. A breeze over her shoulder in a windowless room. Shadows that stretched like slender fingers, tracing the curved, ink numbers.

Oh--her Goddess of Moon, of Stars. She who kept the secrets of creation just out of sight--teasing her lowly worshiper.

It was a frantic night of discovery--like many others--that her Goddess finally answered.

It led her here. The bloody depths--her inevitable tomb.

And yet, drifting between consciousness, Riri smiles.

Above, through the cracks of the cave ceiling, the moon shined. Its light cool against her face--a caress like no other.

Around Riri, the water retreated. An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright

Cool lips brushed against her ear-- Riri trembled.

“My curious astronomer…” Shuri whispered, watching a trail of water trickle down the human’s throat, “So bright, so fragile--Will you give up?”

Riri exhaled, squeezing her eyes tight, “Never,” she promised, “If I die…”

Kingdoms would fall--man would crumble--but most importantly--

“How else will I prove you wrong?”

Shuri laughed, surprised by her arrogance, “Oh? About what?”

“That I can never know you,” Riri said, head falling back, “That I can never reach you,”

“But I’m right here, aren’t I?” Shuri teased, a featherlight touch tracing Riri’s temple, “There’s nothing else to find. You’ve see it all,”

“I’ve never seen you,” Riri sighed, relishing the brief relief Her touch brought. She knows if she opens her eyes, if she dares to look back, there will be nothing but moonlight to greet her, “My everything, my eternity… I will not rest until I see you again.”

“Again?” Shuri echoed, lost.

Riri has never seen her in this lifetime. Ever.

Riri didn’t seem to take notice of the strangeness of her words. The prayer, it's promise, so natural on her lips.

Shuri let it pass, “If you insist,” she said, “But you must endure far greater pain,” she kissed Riri’s temple, then cheek--just shy of her lips, “No human can return from where you must go,” she murmured, words reverberating against Riri’s soul.

Shuri’s embrace slipped away.

Clouds covered the moon, marring its face.

Riri was alone again.

And the water rose, eager to swallow--to reduce her body to a corpse desperate for shore. Riri braced herself, taking a moment before she she let her fingers slip. She let herself get dragged down, down deeper.

Fear gripped her--it always did. Riri let it rush over, body jerking as brine spilled into her lips--lungs convulsing.

Riri kept swimming deeper, even as her body bloated to the surface.

Burning clarity pulled her from despair. Every atom buzzed into her awareness as she cast herself down deeper until the water scorched.

Riri gripped the sword buried in the core.

Oh-- The Earth.

It trembled as she became a little greater.

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LMFAO

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My shuri and riri funko pops are kissing 🥰

they're girlfriends!!!!💝💖💗💓💞💕❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

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DAY 7: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

Slip up

[Day 7: AU]

A/N: it’s the last day of Shuriri week omgg. That makes me kind sad but I’ll probably keep posting shuriri stuff for this event! 

@shuririweek @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998

“We’ll get them next time.” M’Baku sighs beneath his breath as he glances at the team across the field. He begins to massage his temples, something he does to control his temper. We have to go home with no trophy or celebration while they’ll have parades and praise waiting for them. The United States Versus Wakanda wasn’t going to be an easy win by any means but a loss was never on our mind. It never is, until it happens.

Truth is, I’m supposedly the best goalie on the planet. And I’ve never denied that not until today. They have a new player on their team though traded from a private club.

“Shuri, Alright. It is not your fault we lost, we did our best.” M’Baku says very matter of factly as he glares at the entirety of our opposing team. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and rub at my eyes. It’s been a long day and my adrenaline is still too high.

The entire team is celebrating but one, the new players Rianna Williams. She’s their best, scored on me during penalty kicks and somehow the ball surpassed my hands. She’s their captain as well, one of the best female soccer players there is to date. She had amazing assists, I can’t deny that.

So for someone so decorated, I wonder why she chooses not to celebrate such a win.

“She played very well.” I mention while leaning into Ayo. She nods her head in agreement as we begin to jog to the middle of the field, to begin shaking their hands as a sign of respect and sportsmanship.

“She did…young..talented…gifted.” Ayo lists off. The lights are bright, fans are roaring which makes complete sense as this is a home game for the U.S.

We begin shaking the hands of every player on the United States Team and when I finally reach Rianna Williams, a hard look fills her face, one that I can’t exactly define.

“You played well.” I murmur, still quite a bit winded from the game. She gives my hand a firm squeeze. I look down and notice that her nails are painted a deep shade of navy blue.

“So did you.”

“Then celebrate, you don’t know if you’ll win the next time we play you.” A smile makes its way to her face and I think it’s more beautiful than any goal she’s scored on me.

“We’ll see about that, butterfingers.”

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DAY 4: HURT/COMFORT❤️‍🩹

come back 2 me

pairing: shuri udaku x riri williams

for shuriri week day 4: hurt/comfort, @shuririweek

ao3

prompts: mission gone wrong, near d*ath, “don’t go”, service top shuri, dirty talk/moaning

warnings/tags: smut (18+); thank fck you’re alive sex; angst; hurt/comfort;

 this work is nsfw(!!) nd is not intended for anyone below the age of 18. mdni

a/n: painfully late, this week was 🫠 but u know i love a good hurt/comfort 🫦

word count: 1.7k+

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

come back 2 me, sthandwa sam

riri stares at the words projected on her helmet’s screen as her vision swims and gradually fades to black, the voice of the message’s author asking (frantically) for a status report she’s currently unable to give.

they’re shuri’s words, the same ones she sends to her on every mission. riri knows though, that this isn’t at all shuri wants to say. she can feel the unspoken words with deafening clarity in how shuri behaves when riri is gearing up for a mission. in how she double, triple-checks every single blueprint and mission detail. her eyes are the loudest, almost deafening in their imploring,

please, don’t go, stay here with me

i can’t lose you too

but she never says them out loud. never gives voice to the truth that she would rather keep riri wrapped up in her forever, safe in the lab and far, far away from any inkling of danger. she never says them because she understands, just as riri does, that what they do isn’t a choice. she can’t choose to not rise up when Ironheart is called, just as shuri can’t turn her back on her own mantle.

so, instead they make each other a promise instead, a reminder if you will

 come back to me , says one

i will, replies the other

except this time, riri doesn’t reply. she can’t.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

riri blinks to awareness and realizes she’s surrounded by activity. she’s laying on a bed in the Medical Bay, and the flurry around her is the doctors performing tests. she’s being poked, prodded and above her is a hologram displaying most of her vitals. everything seems to be fine, minus the fact that she passed out while hurtling through the sky that is.

how she’s still alive is a mystery but she pushes that thought aside as she makes out shuri’s voice through the buzz around her. she speaks of vitals and brain activity and time frames while riri can feel her fingers drifting across her face in gentle sweeps. she’d know those hands anywhere, warm and elegant.

her fingers brush across riri’s cheekbone, right along what riri strongly suspects is a blooming bruise.

“baby,” shuri whispers. quiet enough that no one but riri hears her.

riri’s eyes snap up to see shuri’s face scrunching, like she doesn't understand an equation, and her eyes peel off the hologram, searching.

a sudden shift behind her gaze, a deep inhale.

you came back to me

her brows jump. she freezes like t’challa, as her mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

one of the doctors senses that shuri is too overwhelmed to speak so they take over. they smile, and offer medical details that slip through riri’s mind like sand, and all the while shuri stands to the side, watching, waiting. like she’s still processing the fact that riri is alive and mostly well.

shuri's watching her with some slow-dawning idea, and then she's pushing off the wall, coming to whisper in the ear of the doctor that had been explaining the complications in riri’s mission and how lucky she is to have avoided brain trauma. they stop mid-sentence, turn to depart and motion for the other medical personnel to exit as well, leaving the two women alone.

riri sits up, anxious in a way she can’t explain. she wants to reassure shuri that she’s fine, that everything’s okay. she wants to wipe that foreign, frozen look off her face forever, but she can barely get a word out before shuri descends on her.

shuri’s lips are warm, and strong. she presses her back against the arm of the bed. riri moans into her mouth when her hand finds her breast.

she gasps, pulling back from her and looking into her eyes. "shuri"

shuri stares down at her, panting, coming back to herself. "I… Riri… you never responded.. I- I thought-" she blinks, and starts to back up. "we shouldn't be— you were literally just unconscious"

riri grabs her neck, pulling her back. shuri kisses her soundly, moving her lips in ways riri was yet to experience. she pulls her camisole up, and over her head. riri hadn’t even noticed that she’s been stripped of her suit, and is only in the tactical gear she wore beneath. shuri starts sucking at her skin as she makes the connection, successfully diverting her attention.

“I need you,” shuri murmurs, and kisses her on the mouth again. 

riri gasps as she kicks her knees apart and steps inside. her tongue sweeps inside her mouth as her hands cup her cheeks. angling her head, she tries to keep up with the Panther but finds herself just holding on for dear life instead. 

shuri’s hands drift down from her jaw to her collarbones, and then slide to the tops of her breasts. her thumbs drag over her nipples, and riri groans against her mouth. 

shuri fills her palms with her breasts, cupping and squeezing. riri lets the pleasure overtake her as small sounds escape from her throat. shuri moves her mouth to her neck again, sucking bruises into her skin. 

“oh, shuri,” she moans, as both of her thumbs are flicking her nipples, “oh…”

one of shuri’s hands drops down to her bottoms, and she whispers against her neck, “can I?”

riri nods, dropping her head back so she can continue kissing her neck. with one hand on her breast, pinching her nipple softly, and one hand sliding directly into her underwear, shuri latches  her mouth onto her pulse again. riri lets out a low moan, and suddenly remembers the other doctors who probably aren’t too far away.

“do you want them to hear us, riri?” shuri rasps against her ear. “would you love that?”

riri bites her lip, trying to keep from making another sound as her fingers slide between her folds. 

“they’ve already seen me have several panic attacks today over you. they already know what you mean to me. do you also want them to know how wet you are for me?”

riri grips her shoulders, holding her breath as she finds her clit expertly. “shuri—”

“you’ll have to be quiet as I make you come apart, baby. and I know you’re not…”

riri gasps, there’s an almost raw desperation to shuri’s movements. 

“i don’t know what i would do if i ever lost you, my love. if you never came back to me”

shuri pulls back and forces her to meet her eyes. her fingers circle her clit roughly, and riri feels herself tightening, spinning closer and closer. 

“i—i’m—”

shuri slips her fingers down, and slides one—then two inside of her. her eyes roll back. 

“come on my fingers, riri. let them hear it.”

riri slaps her hand over her mouth and squeezes her lips shut. and just as the spasms start, shuri rips her hand away, forcing the sound from her. 

she gasps and groans, holding tightly to her release as shuri drags it out of her. and just as she’s catching her breath she kisses her until she loses it again. 

both of shuri’s hands are still on her waist, her thumbs brushing across her belly as her lips move over riri’s until she’s lazy with it all. 

riri’s fingertips trail down until they rest on the opening of her trousers. she should ask her to take her to their room. she should listen to see if anyone else is aware of them. she should, at the very least, try to be quieter. 

instead she tugs at shuri’s zipper, sliding it down with  a sharp click. shuri sighs into her mouth, something low and needy. then one of her hands slides back up to her breast, rubbing slow soothing circles around the tight bud of her nipple. riri feels each pass like an electric shock directly to her clit. 

riri reaches into her lover’s trousers, and her toes curl at the wetness she feels. shuri is hot and slick beneath her, and her mouth waters at the thought. 

“shuri…please.”

shuri brushes her hands away, tugging her bottoms over her hips, down her legs, and off. then she fully lifts her, and places her closer to the edge of the bed. cold air hits her cunt as she pushes her knees wide. 

“lay back”

riri wants to argue. she wants to touch shuri as well, confirm for herself that she’s there, that she’s real.

“i need this,” shuri whispers, and then her mouth presses forward and she kisses her cunt. 

riri slaps her hands over her mouth, muffling her surprised gasp. shuri grabs her right ankle and brings her foot up, opening her up. when she does the same with her left, she gives in and lays back. 

“i want to see you drip on this bed” she mumbles against her thigh. “i want to come back and smell you here tomorrow.”

riri squeezes her eyes shut, unable to process the filthy things she’s saying. shuri has such a dirty mouth when lust consumes her. she bites down on her palm as the Queen leans forward and laps at her. a satisfied moan vibrates from shuri’s lips to her clit, and she knows this won’t take long. 

“baby, please don’t tease”

her tongue starts exploring her, dragging long, slow licks from her entrance to her clit. her palms press her thighs fully open, and riri has to arch her low back to get where shuri wants her. 

“that’s it, sthandwa,” she says, voice dark “let me taste it.” 

riri’s heels lift as she rubs one finger around her entrance, circles upon circles, until she knows she’s dripping, just like shuri wanted her to. her lips press small kisses to her clit, applying barely any pressure, but just enough of a reminder. 

her thighs are slick and her muscles tight. “shuri, i need more. please.”

riri’s taste is incredible. something shuri can dine on forever. she lets her tongue swipe through her over and over, barely touching her clit. her hips start moving, and she holds them down. her tongue dips low and presses inside of her, and she lets out a deep sigh, curling her knee up to her ear.

shuri presses her lips to her clit, kissing and licking. riri gasps on high notes and takes shaking quick breaths until finally her lips close and she sucks until her lover screams. riri’s hips jerk against her face, orgasm washing over her, and her hands tear at her hair. shuri sucks at her clit until she finally starts to push her off of her. the Black Panther stands up, staring down at her handiwork.

“mine,” she whispers, stroking riri’s cheekbone again.

“thank you for coming back to me.”

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white fandom ppl have theeee thinnest skin possible wdym it's free ergo you cant criticize it 😭 you'll see the most glaringly racist bs ever either in fic or fanart but because ~it's free~ and ~made with passion~ or whatever it's suddenly above criticism? "it costs nothing to be nice" IM NOT GONNA BE NICE TO A RACIST!!!! when will u ppl realize that this kind of mentality is why so many fucking poc leave fandom 😭

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obsessed w all these music recs! make sure everyone checks out the ShuririWeek2024 playlist next week!!

DAY 6: SONG FIC DAY!

Instead of a Poll today, let's make a playlist!

Playlist will be released next week! Add as many songs as you'd like in the comments/reblogs/or with your SONG FIC or SHURIRI CREATION of the day. Each song will be added, so this playlist will be officially created by the Shuriri Fandom!

*this playlist will be on Spotify, but a written list will be provided as well if you want to add the songs to another music streaming app of your choice!*

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It's only kind of the last day!

DAY 7: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!

my favorite “alternate universe” Shuriri fics on ao3 for day seven of Shuriri week @shuririweek

!check tags for warnings!

love a bodyguard fic! (18+): https://archiveofourown.org/works/43145742

love this one!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44679250

this one is so good! (18+): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44689369

a super cute roommate au: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44158072

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DAY 7 SHURIRI WEEK MESSAGE!

Hi everyone! As you know, today's the final themed day of Shuriri Week 2024!

I couldn't be more grateful and excited about all the amazing works everyone's created. I know we all wish there was more Shuri/Riri content, and that's why I chose "Alternate Universe" for Day 7's theme - as a fandom, we have the ability to create any world we want, and so far it's been amazing between fan art, song suggestions, fan fictions and fan fiction recommendations and the discussions about what/how we imagine our fave gay science girlfriends!! Thank you all so much for everything!

While today is the last day of themes, ShuririWeek2024 submissions are open for SEVEN MORE DAYS. Please feel free to continue submitting until February 10th! Whether you're sticking to the theme days, just using the prompts, or doing your own thing however you choose, please continue to tag this page and add the ShuririWeek2024 hashtag so I can find the work and reblog it to the page, filling out the collection for everyone to find whenever they want to revisit this!

Again, thank you so much to everybody and a huge special thanks to @mybonafidefeelings / @just4shyt3z!

Much much much love always! x

love, @shuririweek/@blacksapphhicmaddonna

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DAY 6: CANON COMPLIANT

my favorite song-inspired Shuriri fics on ao3 for the day six of Shuriri week! @shuririweek

!check tags in fics for warnings!

top 10 fav fic (18+): https://archiveofourown.org/works/43835689/chapters/110221117

cuuuute (18+): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44171926

loooove (18+): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44024524/chapters/110693197

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DAY 7: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!

shuriri week - day seven - alternative universe

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something about this au just scratches my brain

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non blk ships to the BACK of the bus

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DAY 6: SONG FIC DAY!

Instead of a Poll today, let's make a playlist!

Playlist will be released next week! Add as many songs as you'd like in the comments/reblogs/or with your SONG FIC or SHURIRI CREATION of the day. Each song will be added, so this playlist will be officially created by the Shuriri Fandom!

*this playlist will be on Spotify, but a written list will be provided as well if you want to add the songs to another music streaming app of your choice!*