#black panther prompts

[killmongerskeeper]

Hii! could you please do 15 and 19 for shuri, the smut prompt?🤭

Smut #15: “Don’t give me that look”

Smut #19: Friends with benefits

"Don't give me that look." Shuri spoke as her eyes caught you staring. She was currently trying on a black panther suit she had been working on since her brother's passing. She was happy with the outcome and you had to admit you were too. The way it hugged her body had you biting your lip as you watched her move around.

"What look?" You asked feigning innocence and she shook her head. 

"That one. Your eyes are dark. Assuming you like the suit." You said and you stalked towards her. 

"I'm just admiring the wonderful job you did." You began to circle her as your hands dragged against the material around her shoulders and her waist. "You look amazing." She grabbed your chin before crashing her lips into yours. You quickly returned the kiss before she walked you backwards to the door. 

"My room. Now." You didn't need to be told twice as you turned and made a break for her quarters. She locked the door behind you as she got you into bed with you straddling her waist. You had gotten out of your panties while her hands roamed your body. The kiss was hot and passionate before she moved you over one thigh with a grin playing on her lips.

"Go ahead. Since you love this suit so much." You slowly rocked your hips and immediately moaned out at the friction. You grabbed onto her shoulder when she lifted her leg further between your own. Her hands lifted the dress you wore and grabbed at your ass as she whispered praise into your ear.

"That's it. You like getting off on my thigh hm. Like a dirty little slut. But your my slut hm?" She brought a hand down, slapping your ass making you rock faster. A hand moved up to move your hair out of your face before her lips latched onto your neck. That's definitely gonna leave a mark. But you didn't care. You only cared about Shuri making you cum. Sometimes she'd play a little mean and deny you your orgasm. She intended on you reaching your high as her hands reached your hips and guided you on her thigh. 

"Come on Y/N. You're so close. I have to get back to the lab. Let me see that pretty pussy cum, yeah?" She said taunting you to go faster. "You wouldn't want me to stop you and leave you here would you." You grabbed onto her shoulders as the coil snapped and you came all over her. "There it is." You rode out your orgasm before falling slack against her. 

"Thank you." You muttered and she laughed. 

"You seemed like you needed it. Besides what are friends for?"

[killmongerskeepermain]

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

Smut #3: “I want you now”

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

Smut #6: “Don’t cum yet”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xblackreader]

↳  My List of Attuma of Talokan x Okoye of Wakanda Headcanons

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enjoy

- SFW✨💞

* Attuma is a hopeless romantic. He loves wooing Okoye with words and gifts especially, it shocks everyone at first bc he’s so stoic in public, but then it becomes everyday Attuma.

* Okoye is very protective of Attuma and his reputation. She says it’s because “disrespecting my enemy as weak is calling me weak” but in truth, she just won’t tolerate any disrespect of him. She respects him.

* Their favorite things to do together is cook. Okoye likes the structure and the immediate outcome from hard work of cooking. Attuma likes to eat food.

* Attuma is very clumsy. He has hit his head many times in her home. Vases, glasses, bowls, doors etc have all felt his wrath.

* Okoye has been a bachelorette for many years so when Attuma starts courting her, she genuinely doesn’t know what to do. Like… you got a crush on me?

* Their arguments are not explosive, they’re icy. Silent treatment & cold shoulders… Attuma is usually the first to break. He misses her smile and she misses his touch.

* Okoye’s smile and her laughter is Attuma’s weakness. He melts when she smiles because her joy is bright and warm like the Sun.

* Attuma is surprisingly a huge cuddle bug. You can find him touching Okoye in some way at all times. Whether it’s holding her hand or holding her hostage in his arms.

* Attuma hates when Okoye tries to make him wear surface clothes. He doesn’t want boxers or shirts. He doesn’t even like when she wears any clothes…

* Okoye is a massive Tsundere but also simultaneously very transparent. She thinks she’s hiding her crush well, but everyone knows. She gets so nervous and defensive around him.

* Okoye loves how soft and strong Attuma is… in her head she calls him her ‘teddy bear’.

* Attuma hates planes/helicopters. The thought of him being off the ground makes him extremely uncomfortable. Leave the flying to Ku’kulkan.

* When she’s tipsy or just tired, Okoye likes to bite him. She’ll softly bite his arms, shoulders, cheek, nose, chin, whatever she can reach. He loves it.

* Attuma is very needy for attention. If she’s not paying attention to him, he gets huffy. He pouts. Only when they’re alone though. Never catch him pouting in public.

* Attuma completely understands Kevin Gates. Every word he says Attuma thinks, “Exactly.”

* Okoye gives great massages. She also loves to braid and brush his hair.

* When they send the kids to school Attuma tries to remain calm and collected, but he’s sobbing inside. Those are his babies and now they’re growing…

- NSFW 🔞🖤

* Okoye likes it when Attuma is commanding and takes charge. He very rarely attempts to overpower her as he is already stronger than her so when he does overtake her, it moves her a little bit…

* Sparring is foreplay for them. It gets blood pumping and puthy drippin. Wrestling and hand to hand combat is them flirting.

* They’ve broken many bed frames (Okoye gets so upset everytime but Attuma is proud)

* Attuma hates when Okoye wears panties under dresses. They are hindrances. How you gon wear something easy access and then prohibit his access??

* Attuma gives great massages too, but his hands always turn it into sex. Big hands and combat training means he knows just where to push…

* Okoye discovers she has a size kink with him… he’s so much bigger and stronger than her and it gets her going when he holds her down or exhibits his strength.

* Attuma is very vocal during sex, but not very verbal IYKWIM… he grunts and growls, he doesn’t talk very much during.

* Attuma is a panty thief.

* Okoye knows.

* Okoye paints her toes red usually but she also starts to paint them blue bc that’s when Attuma shows her feet the most attention. (yes, he sucks toes. He’s a freak.)

* Attuma likes to watch Okoye touch on herself; whether he’s watching her shower, put lotion on, or masturbate. He likes to watch her.

* Attuma also loves to put on a show for others. He’s not afraid of making her scream his name, so the neighbors blush and avoid eye contact when they see him. He knows he’s a master in bed, and loves to brag. Combination.

* Okoye likes to dress up to surprise Attuma. Lingerie and role playing, is where she has the most fun.

* Okoye and Attuma are switches, but often battle for dominance. Attuma is larger and stronger so he usually wins, but if he’s in the mood to be dommed; Okoye is on top of it… so to speak.

* Attuma has a massive breeding kink. He likes growling in her ear how he’s going to give her a baby, or fill her up until she’s pregnant. The idea of her carrying his children excites him a lot. Thats why they got so many damn kids.

* Attuma is an ass man. Now don’t get him wrong, he loves that perfect pair on her chest, but her behind is where it’s at. Catch him touching, groping, massaging, slapping or even biting that thang whenever he can.

* When Okoye’s feeling horny, she won’t just approach and proposition Attuma like he does with her. She will pick a fight or just wearing sheer or shorter clothes until he does something about it. If he catches on and doesn’t take the bait to tease her, she will pout and be snippy until he pays attention to her needs.

* Pissed off or Competitive Okoye makes Attuma feral. If she gets that look in her eyes, like “I’m going to end you.” He gets hard as a rock.

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[attoye]

Happy Holidays from Attoye! ❤️

@12daysofattoye challenge Happy December! art by @xblackreader

[dontruinmymorning]

I Did A Thing …

Never wrote smut before but here goes …

It didn’t take long for him to notice it. Although, it wasn’t on purpose, he couldn’t miss her reaction. He had simply slid his hand over her neck to push up her jaw. The slight intake of breath, shiver and clenching of thighs had his interest piqued. Well, isn’t this something. So, he decided to test his theory.

He ran his hand along her neck as inconspicuously as possible the next few times they would join like this. Just barely there touches at first. Her reaction was beautiful every time. He decided to up the ante a bit.

She was absolutely breathtaking. Body glistening with sweat. Eyes Hooded. Lips parted. He couldn’t help being mesmerised by the way her breasts moved with the rhythm of his thrusts. The way her stomach clenched when he hit a particularly delicious spot.

It’s one of those nights where he’s filled with single-minded focus on dragging every bit of pleasure from her body and her being completely willing to let him.

He moves one of his hands from holding her thighs apart to running it up her stomach. He took his time moving up past her belly button to her sternum, never once faltering his hips into hers. He paused to pinch her nipples then continued on his journey. By now, his warrior was moaning consistently, taking him so beautifully. Begging him to keep filling her with each rise of her hips and each clench in her walls.

He slowly slips his hand over her chest to slide across her neck. He slightly massages from base to right under her jaw, using his thumb to massage her pulse, then brings his hand to rest in the middle. He checks for any signs of distress. But it’s the complete opposite. His love gives her loudest moan yet and arches her back while spreading her legs more for him. This spurs him on to apply pressure, not enough to suffocate, but enough to feel him.

He watches her grab his wrist as her eyes roll back. His thrusts get harder and faster as the wetness between her legs become obscene. Something in him snapped as he grabbed her hip with his other hand and lifted her to give him an even better angle. He was so far gone. He found himself speaking to her in the most filthy way.

“You take me so well In yakunaj. Yessss open for me. Do you hear how much you like it? How much you like me using you like this? Listen In k'iino'. Listen to how mojado you are. That’s right. Only I make you feel like this isn’t that right? Nobody has ever fucked you this way have they? Tell me In yakunaj!

She really tried to answer. She wanted to scream that this was the best fucking sex she’s ever had. But she was having some trouble remembering what words were and how to use them. Every single word he said had travelled down her body and made her walls even slipperier. By now she was completely lost to pleasure. He was slowly applying more and more pressure to her neck while holding her hips and not allowing her to move. The tilting of her hips had gotten him in the right position to hit her g-spot. After a couple thrusts he had found it and hadn’t missed since. She was so completely unaware to everything but how fucking good her pleasure felt.

“Look at you. You cant even form a sentence right now. I bet you can’t even think. Can you baby?”

All he got in response was a whimper and her walls grabbing him. He growled at the feeling. He was just as lost as she was. He plowed her spot even harder, even faster. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. She got wetter and wetter as she got tighter and tighter until she gripped him so hard he thought he might get stuck.

He didn’t let up the movement of his hips as her climax crashed into her. Her sharp intake of breath filled the room as she scratched at his chest, stomach and forearms. Her walls pulled on him in such an addictive rhythm he just couldn’t stop. He grabbed the back of her knees and folded her legs to her body and kept digging through her orgasm.

He was going to kill her. She was going to be conclusive proof you could, in fact, die from pleasure. She didn’t know how he could possibly make her feel more with the mother of orgasms rolling through her body, but of course he would manage it. He kept a firm grip on her neck and legs as he chased his own finish.

He was in his own daze. She was made for him. No one else will ever take him as well as she does. He will never find another who will respond to his ministrations the way she does. The way she opens like a flower for him as he grips her neck harder and harder. Just another amazing discovery of being with her.

His hips are a blur as he feels the first pulling in his back and testes. It’s a symphony on their bed. His various growls and groans. The skin of his hips meeting her backside. The lewd sounds of his sex gliding through her dripping walls. It might as well be an orchestra. All the instruments build up to the crescendo and he feels himself ready to shatter. He grinds his hips as deep as he can as he grips her neck hard and growls at her.

“I’m going to fill you up. And you’re going to take it aren’t you? Take every last drop.”

She stopped breathing as he slammed into her hard a few more times until he poured everything inside her. She gave a shocked gasp as she felt herself cumming again. She blacked out for a second as he continued to grind his hips into her still holding her neck.

Once he was done he released his hold on her and she took a deep breath. They both stayed motionless until they got their breathing back under control. He spread kisses on her neck to soothe the way he gripped it earlier. He whispered words of love and gratitude as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair. She made sure he knew that she enjoyed it very much and hopes it wasn’t the last time. He was still inside her, but none of them made any move to disconnect. They both fell asleep fully content and completely satiated.

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A/N

mojado - wet

in k’iino’ - my sun

in yakunaj - my love

Hope i got those right

[theattoyearchive]

Announcing themes and the rules for Attoye-Week!

[kittybeewillows]

What if.... Shuri and Namor are happily married but she suddenly found herself with the same illness that struck her brother?

An AU drabble where Namor races against the clock to save his queen.

It was not obvious at first. Shuri would spend more hours in her lab and less time in their bed. It was not unlike her. She would just tell him that it was her newest invention to help their people.

Then she had to start turning down meetings with tribal leaders from both Talokan and Wakanda. Even M'baku suspected something amiss.

It was her body that eventually exposed her. Shuri would start needing help over the simplest of jobs. With the power of the Black Panther, she used to be able to carry ten people. Now Namor had to carry her from place to place. He would feel how her body, as thin as it already was, would lose even more weight.

Healers from both Wakanda and Talokan failed to find a cure. Shuri was certain though, that it was the exact same ailment that took her brother. It somehow subverted the herb that the Black Panthers took to gain power. Shuri hypothesized that it could have even triggered the illness.

They both knew that it was likely that Namor would outlive Shuri. He swore to love her until her last breath. They agreed that any time together was better than no time at all. What he was not prepared for was Death arriving earlier than either of them expected.

Perhaps the inevitable truth just came earlier: that he could never have accepted her death anyway, whether it would come tomorrow or in a thousand years. Namor just thought he would have more time to figure out how to immortalize her.

Namor never truly accepted the possibility of being without her. He will not.

He knew about stones that can control time and space, or wizards that were killed a million times but never died.

The King of Talokan was not about to lose his Queen like this. He will tear through the earth to find an answer, or burn it all in the process.

[killmongerskeeper]

Hiii can we get the 10th smutty prompt with Shuri pretty please ?

Thank you so much for your work, you are so talented ❤❤

Smut #10: “I promise I’ll be good”

Shuri always had a tendency to play unfair. You couldn't touch her as she held your hands above your head. You couldn't move your hips to create friction or else she'd pull away. She just hovered over you with that same damned smirk on her lips as you whined for her touch.

"You look upset my love." She said quietly and you glared up at her.She was enjoying this a little too much. As she always does.

"You know why." You replied and she shrugged. 

"Had you done what I asked, you wouldn't be in this situation." She rubbed dangerously close to your pussy but not touching you. She had a point. You had been bratty all day because you wanted her attention. Even mouthing off to her in front of the staff in the lab. When she looked up at you with a smirk you knew you were in trouble. You had walked out before she could say anything and got into bed. Figured you'd take a nap before the inevitable. She woke you from your sleep with two fingers buried inside you and since then she's denied your orgasm 4 times now. 

"This is all your fault." She said slapping your pussy a couple times. "Being a brat doesn't give you what you want. It takes it away." 

"I'm sorry. Baby just play fair." You whined as she brushed her finger over your opening. You hated when she teased you. But this time you can’t say you don’t deserve it. 

"That's not what I want to hear." She said as she kissed your neck. You squirmed as her hold on your wrists tightened. As if it was a silent warning. Her knee brushed against you and you groaned.

"I promise I'll be good." you moaned out and she smirked against your neck. Your body felt hot as you waited for her next move.

"You'll be good and do what I tell you?" She asked and as soon as you nodded her fingers were inside you again thrusting at a relentless pace. You swirled your hips as she brushed against your g-spot not caring if anyone can hear you. Her thumb rubbed circled around the throbbing bundle of nerves and your stomach tightened. She knew you were close. She could feel the way your walls clenched around her fingers. It was until you saw stars that your back arched off the bed as your pussy gushed on the bed and her leg. You could hear Shuri chuckle as she brought her hand up between you. 

"Look at the mess you made. It's all over me." She said playfully as she let you sit for a couple minutes. With you still sensitive, she slipped her fingers inside you a third time and your eyes went wide. 

"You can give me one more. Can't you?"

[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: Hey, could u do smut 7 with Shuri? Thank u! 

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Smut #7: “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

You flipped through the papers in front of you with a slight scowl as Shuri was explaining the sequence to you again. Something about it just wasn't clicking on your brain, giving you a hard time. 

"Baby can I just skip this one? It's harder than I expected it to be." You whined in frustration as she let a laugh rock her frame. She moved a couple of spheres before looking over at you to see your attention was on the papers in front of you. 

"I just showed you and you weren't even paying attention." She joked and you gave her your best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry your highness. Can you ever forgive me?" She gave a small smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Don't know. You don't seem like you deserve my forgiveness." You began to pout as she grabbed hold of your waist. "You weren't paying attention when I was trying to help you." You frowned knowing she did attempt to help you but you didn't want to pay attention. You didn't say anything before she pulled you to the glass in her lab. You could see the rest of the lab down below and it never ceased to amaze you. Without warning she pressed up against you, pushing you closer to the glass. 

"Griot. Lock down the upper part of the lab. No one gets in or out until I say so." She said and you shivered as her breath fanned over your ear.

"Yes Princess." Her hand started traveling down your body and you were glad you wore a dress today. Her skilled hands undid your lab coat revealing the black dress underneath, stopping mid thigh.

"Shuri what are you-" She peppered soft kisses along your shoulder cutting off your sentence as she moved to lift your dress over your ass.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” You could practically hear the smirk on her lips as she slid your panties to the side to toy with your folds. She purposely avoided touching your clit and you wiggled in annoyance until her hand came up to grab your throat. "You don't listen when I try to help you and you're the one mad? Absolutely not princess. You don't get to be mad." Her voice was enough for you to moan out softly as her fingers grazed over your clit. Bucking into her as she drew circles into your skin before pushing a finger inside you. You groped to grab onto something for support but all you could do was push into the glass in front of you. She held you to make sure you stayed bent over as her finger slid in and out of you. "You look so pretty like this sthandwa. So fucking pretty."

You found yourself pushing back to fuck yourself on her finger when she added a second one. Her speed increased and the glass in front of you started to fog up. "What would the others think if they saw you like this? All they have to do is look up. Then they'll see you fucking yourself on my hand." Cocky little shit. Your eyes fluttered closed when her thumb started rubbing circles on your clit. Your knees shook a little and sweat started to form on your forehead. You clenched down on her fingers causing her to groan into your ear. 

"Just like that. Are you going to cum for me?" She lightly bit down on your ear as you put more force into fucking her hand. Her hand sped up and you clenched your thighs together. "Cum for me pretty girl. That's it." Her words pushed you over the edge and you found yourself coming undone all over her hand. She fucked you through your orgasm before pulling you back into her. "Open." Your lips parted as her fingers slipped in your mouth giving you a taste of yourself. "Pull yourself together sthandwa." She grinned as she pulled your panties and dress down. Hiding your panties in her pocket you buttoned the lab coat with a playful scowl. You went up to kiss her and she leaned into you. 

"I love you." You mumbled against her lips as she held you. 

"I love you too princess. Griot allow access to the upper part of the lab." She said aloud before pecking your lips again. The door opened to reveal Okoye with an annoyed expression on her features. 

"About time! We have things to discuss with the queen." The two of you nodded before her attention went to the glass. "Also Princess get someone to clean your window. It's all smudged. Not a good look."

[xblackreader]

“Ix ba’ate’el… we meet again.” - Attoye (Attuma of Talokan x General Okoye)

[livstarlight]

(Not) Patiently waiting for one specific fic where Namor and Shuri get married to better secure the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda, and despite the evident tension because of everything that went down, everyone can see something is up between the two of them, no matter how many times Shuri keeps saying that it's just for politics, nothing more and she feels for him nothing but annoyance and disdain

Namor does zero-to-nothing to correct anyone and is just very unsubtle about how he truly feels about her (whipped, absolutely whipped, he literally has two thoughts: his people and the princess)

Except that there is an attack and Shuri goes absolute apeshit because she doesn’t know where he is, if if he's hurt, and refuses to calm down until he shows up again because no, the missile barely grazed him, he is fine

Then she proceeds to: smack him, yell at him and finally hug him tightly while muttering under her breath that that was so stupid, never do that again (not necessarily in this order)

[dasphinxone]

SUPER ANGSTY Relationship Dynamics where no one ends up truly happy 😒

I blame the weirdly hot chemistry of how Attuma put his rebreather on Shuri for this weird-ass, rare pair of them.

Namor hurt Shuri far too much for them to ever be in a relationship. The alliance holds but Shuri is extremely formal and distant with him. Namor regrets for the rest of his long-ass life how he killed her mother and waited far too long to make amends...if he ever truly even tries to do so in the first damn place.

Okoye feels the same about Attuma. He humiliated her on that bridge. As far as she's concerned, he contributed to directly setting in motion everything that led to the murder of Ramonda and herself being stripped of her command. Okoye will never forgive Attuma and he's dead to her. She leaves Wakanda to wander and find herself, doling out justice.

This results in Shuri and Attuma hooking up. It's just sex. It's physically satisfying but there's no love. They're both incredibly honest with each other in that and come to eventually realize there is no way they can be with the people either pursuing them or who rejected them.

Meanwhile, M'Baku remains king and Shuri refuses to take the throne until some years later. By then, Nakia moves back to Wakanda when T'Challa Jr. is an older teenager. Shuri formally introduces him to Wakanda and officially makes him heir to the throne.

In order to get the Tribal Council off her back about her marriage prospects, she proposes marrying Attuma. Again, they don't love either and are in mourning for what their lives could have been since it could have been different. But they respect each other. Marriages, especially royal ones, have been made on far less. Plus, the union will bring Talokan and Wakanda closer together.

They invite Namor and Okoye to the wedding. Neither shows up, though Namor gives his blessing and an incredible wedding gift. Okoye sends her regards as well but stays abroad and finds a happy marriage. She is truly content and all goes well for her.

Shuri rules as Queen while Attuma refuses to take a title beyond Prince Consort since he has zero desire for any sort of political power. He is content to remain a general and protect his wife from harm.

It is not love, nor does it ever blossom into it. But it is enough for both of them since they will never have their true loves. For Namor destroyed any chance of that with his initial aggression.

They end up having one kid and then twins. T'Challa Jr. loves his cousins and there is never any strife over the throne since Shuri makes it extremely clear that he is heir.

Wakanda and Talokan become true allies and never go to war. They protect each other against the colonizers and the rest of the world.

Attuma outlives Shuri. When she passes, their children are fully grown and they have great-grandchildren. Attuma returns to Talokan full time but passes away soon after, he and a shark killing each other during one of his hunts. There are whispers that he purposely chose to go out that way and on his own terms due to his broken heart.

Okoye lives a natural life span and passes away. She has no regrets leaving Wakanda to find herself. She had a good life.

Namor continues to live on. While he destroyed his chances with Shuri, he makes an oath to always guard her progeny as well as T'Challa Jr. He never breaks his promise, the descendents of the Golden Tribe granted a legendary protector through the ages.

Shuri meets Attuma at the crossroads to their respective ancestral planes. She's the happiest he's ever seen her. She asks him where his spirit will go.

He gives her a sad smile before thanking her for her grace in the relationship they shared. He's glad they were honest with other about how it wasn't true love. He respects her and did indeed love their children. He is proud for his part in bringing their kingdoms together and keeping them safe from the wretched colonizers.

However, he vows he will find his soulmate in his next life. And this time, he will fight to have his warrior by his side, no matter the cost.

Shuri grants him her full blessings before she turns to join her ancestors while he heads towards another life cycle.

That night, Namor happens to visit the surface world and witnesses two falling stars. He sends up a silent prayer to his gods to protect those who have moved on from this life. All while he continues to suffer the consequences for what he's done in his current one for ages to come.

A king with a crown who continues to rule one of the most powerful nations on earth. Yet truly, a man sin amor.

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Over the last several days, Namora had noted Attuma’s despondence, his mood a heavy cloud that weighed on those close to him. Sure, he ate and trained, the accuracy and strength of his blows still lethal to those not Talokanil and his speed unmatched by any surface dweller, but the fire that had once been the hallmark of his being was absent. And, while he’d been spending more time in Talokan, he hadn’t been taking part in the evening festivities as he'd done before.

Genuinely concerned, she sought him out, entering Wakanda to visit the residence he shared with his wife. It was near to the river, its side steps practically submerged in the water. It was here she discovered him, seated on a swing located on their house’s wrap around porch, a feature she’d not seen on any of the other Wakandan homes.

“Attuma,” she called, drawing his attention. The fact that he hadn’t already been aware and prepared at the movement of an uninvited guest entering his space was testament to how unlike himself he was being.

“Namora,” he responded, voice dull. “What brings you here?” He’d posed the question, but, in his inflection, it was clear that he was uninterested in the answer.

“I have come to check on you. You have not been yourself of late.”

Sighing, he turned from her, his focus returning to the sky. The full moon hung high overhead, casting a subdued light over the calm night.

“How am I to go on as though unaffected when my sun is gone?” He seemed to pose the question more to himself than to her.

Hurrying the rest of the way onto the porch, Namora joined him on the swing. She angled her body toward his and grabbed hold of his nearest arm. She knew the nickname he had for his wife, the man incessantly uttering the term of endearment when she was around.  

“What do you mean ‘the sun is gone’? Has your wife left you?” she gasped. Her eyes widened as she worked to process this new information. It certainly explained his change in mood. Though, why he hadn’t come to her or K’uk’ulkan was beyond her. Yes, at its start, she’d been less than thrilled with their union. Then, the treaty between Talokan and Wakanda had been in its infancy, and the trust had not yet been truly built.

With formally meeting the woman and getting to know her, Namora had changed her opinion. She’d even grown to admire their relationship, longing for one of her own as she witnessed their moments of tenderness. She’d come to think that they would be like her parents, falling deeper in love with each passing year until they found themselves old and gray—surrounded by children and grandchildren, their home the epicenter of their family’s merriment and treasured memories.

It appeared as though that would not be the case. She mourned the loss, though not her own, feeling a deep sadness on Attuma’s behalf.

Namora was abruptly brought back to the present when Attuma shook off her hands. He leveled a glare in her direction.

“Be still your tongue! Do not wish such horror on me!” Calming, he pouted, his form relaxing back into the seat. “My sun, my light, my Okoye has been sent on an away mission. She will be gone from me for several weeks. It feels as though she has taken all the luster in my life with her…” He trailed off, falling, again, deep in his morose.

Namora gave him a hard look, incredulous as all the sympathy she’d felt for him dissolved in an instant. Slapping the back of his head, she stood from the swing and muttered to herself while making her way back to the river.

“Useless, overdramatic men. I don’t know who is worse: him or K’uk’ulkan, fawning over their women as though they have lost the ability to do anything but… The sun is gone, my foot.”  

[dontruinmymorning]

Headcanon: The first time Okoye saw Attuma’s dimples…

She almost lost her train of thought. They had been talking for hours about nothing and everything. They had long since finished sparring and the sun was on its last rays. She was regaling him with stories of her childhood antics and that’s when it happened.

His smile had been slowly growing the more she spoke of what her younger self used to get up to. Finally, it broke to a full on grin and that’s when she saw them. Two indentations on each of his cheeks. Her Dora training is the only reason she did not gasp out loud.

It was a simple thing. Just a feature on his face. But for some reason it had her enthralled. How could someone so large and formidable have something so unassuming as dimples? Okoye could already tell Attuma had a soft side, but this added element makes him even softer. His eyes are sparkling and she can make out his teeth through the rebreather. With, the dimples to complete the picture he, dare she say, looks downright adorable.

She fought against running her hand across his face, but he still gave her a curious look when he noticed the expression on her face.

“I had no idea you had dimples.”

His eyes widened and two spots of lavender showed up on his cheeks. And he blushes?! Is he trying to kill me with cuteness?! The look in her eyes grew even warmer when she saw him get bashful.

This time she did not fight against touching his face. He looked up at her then and knew that something in their dynamic had shifted. He hopes this finally means he will finally get to know this extraordinary woman in entirety.