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Next to me (The Study Room) Pt. 8 (Shuri x Black!Fem!reader)

HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8.2 (gotdam, thats a lot for me yall)

Content: mostly fluff, you and Shuri being absolutely in love with each other but both scared to confront it, Shuri being absolutely adorable,...but then some angst, mentions of blood and injuries

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Y/N: Here’s part 8 only a few minutes before 9 LMAO

This series is now called “Next To Me”, but I’ll still be tagging it as The Study Room because it’s what we’re all familiar with. I hope y’all enjoy this part and I’m not sorry for the cliffhanger

RECAP: If you thought your heart had been racing at her arrival, it was nothing compared to the way it raced now. She wanted to take you somewhere?

Her nervousness paired with her request to take you somewhere had a bashful, yet excited look appearing on your face as you nodded quickly. You didn’t dare think about the implications behind her request; the last thing you wanted was to think too much into everything and then either disappoint yourself or disappoint her when the truth came to light. 

But you could let yourself enjoy one night with her…right?

You had managed to keep your questions to yourself as soon as Shuri had offered to take you somewhere, or rather tell you that she wanted to take you somewhere. It was hard as hell considering all of the factors leading up to you two’s departure from the palace and how they all made your curiosity grow. 

They were managed while you cleaned up in the training room’s equivalent to a locker room, changing into the clothes she had brought you afterwards. You had found yourself coming up with different ideas of what it could be as you changed into the outfit that consisted of a light brown tank, beige shorts, and a dark brown button up that you threw over the ensemble and left unbuttoned. To finish it off, she had given you a pair of, what you affectionately called, “moon steppers” simply because of their sci-fi design that was so uniquely Shuri you couldn’t help but to love them. 

To be completely honest, all of your questions had almost left your mind after stepping out of the bathroom and receiving an appraising look from Shuri- one that she hadn’t been afraid to hide as she pushed off of the wall. The longer she had looked at you, the wider her smile had become until you were mirroring it. 

Of course, you had been a stuttering mess as she had complimented you, offering a smooth “you look good” paired with another scan of your body with her eyes. You had damn near tripped over your own feet as she guided you to the exit of the palace, placing a hand on the small of your back and turning you towards the door. She had deftly slid her hand into yours before gently pulling you on an unknown path through the palace and letting you know that you two would be taking a car.

“A car? So, we’re taking a car to…” You trailed off, looking over at her with your eyebrows raised in question. Your attempt to catch her slipping failed miserably, as she only glanced over at you, laughed, and shook her head. You kept your eyes on the side of her profile, your mind racing with excitement as to where you two could be heading. However, the moment your eyes trailed over her outfit, the excitement was quickly replaced with a warm feeling that settled over your entire being.

Shuri’s outfit was simple…but so damn good looking on her that it took a while for your brain to rewire before trying to form words.

It consisted of a white, high neck tank top coupled with a pair of cream colored joggers. There was a jacket around her waist that matched the color of her pants. The tightness of her top paired with the cropped nature of it showed off her midsection in all of its bronze, toned, muscular glory, and you had to prepare to bat away your thoughts with an imaginary broom. However, they only increased in volume and intensity as you looked closer, taking into account the details that further emphasized her outfit. 

She wore the same shoes as you, except she seemed to wear them much better due to the slightly different feeling of walking they provided. On her fingers were at least 3 golden rings, each one as simple and beautiful as the last one; and then around her neck she wore a necklace that you hadn’t seen on her before…that is until you two arrived in Wakanda. She had explained the purpose of it during your first tour; how it held the entirety of her Black Panther suit in it and how, with just one thought, she could make it appear and retract whenever needed. 

The outfit paired with her accessories and the way she carried herself, suave and smooth but with an air of regalness, was honestly enough to make you sweat. Your attraction towards her was nothing new for you; it had been there since meeting her for the first time in that study room. But one could say that a few things had happened since then that had only made your attraction grow.

And now here you were, about to go…somewhere with her because she had wanted to take you out. Just how big of a crush could you have on her before it crossed into unspoken territory? 

That was a thought to stress over later and not when you were being led outside of the palace and towards a familiar car, her car, that sat on the edge of what looked to be the airstrip.  

The sight of her car provided an instant flash back to the night she had driven you to the hospital to see Imani, your friend and roommate, who had been checked in because of a monoxide leak in your dorm building. You had only known each other for a few weeks at that point, yet she had immediately and willingly offered to help in any way she could. Hell, she had even offered you a place to stay in her room until your dorm building had been cleared.

Then, you had obviously known where you were going. Now, you had not one clue…and it was exciting. 

Her car wasn’t the only one on the tarmac; behind it idled two, intimidating looking jeeps that would presumably be driven by the few Dora Milaje and other members of the Royal Guard lingering by them. Surrounding all three vehicles were countless Talon Fighters, all of them looking sleek and deadly at the same time. Looking at them made a sudden desire to peek inside of one rise, especially given the fact that the last time you were in one, you had been unconscious and on the brink of death. 

Yeah, maybe we’ll hold off on that. 

As soon as Shuri stepped onto the tarmac, they all saluted her, their arms crossing their chests before quickly returning to their sides. Most of them simply nodded at you,  but a few of them even offered the tiniest of smiles that you were quick to return. 

So we’re going somewhere that requires protection. Another clue.

“You know I can practically see you trying to figure out tonight’s plans.”

Shuri’s amused voice captured your attention as you two stopped in front of her car. Your eyebrows furrowed almost immediately, turning to face her with words of denial already on the tip of your tongue. Had it been on your face or did she just know you that well?

“Yeah, well that’s what happens when you don’t tell me anything. Who knows? You could be…kidnapping me for all I know.”

With her eyebrows furrowed in question, she looked at you with a grin. 

“Kidnapping you from the palace that I already live in? With the Royal Guard standing watch?” She emphasized her question by motioning to the group around you. Shaking your head, you looked at her in mock exasperation, your eyes widening.

“They’re here to protect you; not keep you from doing something crazy.”

“Actually, that is a huge part of our job description. Probably the most stressful part.”

Okoye’s sudden appearance made the both of you turn quickly to her, your eyes falling on the General and the slightly impatient look she seemed to always have on her face. Just looking at her made your sore muscles throb once more.

“Oh, please, Okoye. I’m a joy to be around and protect.” 

Okoye made a face that showed just how much she disagreed with Shuri’s words, but before she could say anything, Okoye was making her way to the first jeep.

To your surprise, a few, nearly silent snickers came from a few of the guards surrounding you. It was evidently a normal occurrence for them to break their stoic, intimidating appearances, as Shuri rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the sound. 

The amount of excitement radiating from Shuri was palpable, and it was further shown in how she teasingly interacted with those around her. It wasn’t hard to see the difference between her now and how she had been…well, last night. The tension and worry that had been hovering over her as she had come to your room was nowhere to be seen, instead being replaced by a lightheartedness that was practically contagious. 

“Whatever you say, Umkanikazi. Are you ready to depart for-”

“Okoye!”

The General’s words halted abruptly, her eyebrows furrowing at Shuri’s alarmed yell. Her eyes had scanned the tarmac in a quick second, undoubtedly looking for what could have caused Shuri to yell, only to realize that there was no threat. Her eyes widened in alarm only to narrow in vexation as Shuri spoke.

“You can’t just tell her where we are going! It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

The two of them stared each other down across the hood of Shuri’s car, seeming to have a silent conversation; one that you weren’t privy to, despite standing right next to Shuri.

The staring ended once Okoye sighed, quickly saying something in Xhosa to Shuri before turning and speaking to the guards in the same language. Shuri, on the other hand, looked slightly offended…though it quickly turned into a smile so wide and contagious that you couldn’t help but smile. Nevermind you had no idea what they had just said…Maybe you should ask for Xhosa lessons instead of trying to learn it by yourself. 

Your smile turned into a soft laugh as she quickly turned to you, her hand pulling you to the passenger door which she opened. She waited until you were situated before closing your door and quickly walking around to the driver’s side. It only took her a few seconds to cross to the other side and join you.   

“If this is a kidnapping, at least let me grab a few clothes. Maybe my charger-”

You paused in your words as she threw her head back, letting out a genuine and loud laugh. You wondered if the adoration was as easy to see in your eyes as you watched her, your mouth hanging open slightly.

It was easy to come to the conclusion that you’d do anything throughout the night just to hear her uncontrolled laughter; something you had a feeling she didn’t get a lot of chances to do, given her royal status and appearances she had to constantly keep up. 

“This isn’t a kidnapping, uthando. It’s simply a way for me to get you out of the palace. You’ve been behind its walls since arriving, and I thought this would be a good chance to give you good memories of Wakanda, and not only of ones full of…poison and stress and stalkers.” Her smile had hardened around the edges as she finished speaking, but you were quick to keep the conversation moving, not wanting to see her smile fade for a second. 

“Well, in that case, is there anything I need to know before we get to this undisclosed location? Any cultural customs I need to learn? Special greetings? Speaking of greetings, I’d like to learn Xhosa. I’ve already learned a few phrases.”

Admittedly, your task of learning a few phrases in the language had been slightly encouraged by the thought of impressing Shuri, but mostly encouraged by the thought of learning such a beautiful language while in a country where it was mainly spoken. 

Her eyes flitted to you in acute surprise as the language’s name left your mouth correctly, lateral click and all. The impressed look on her face boosted your ego, making you smirk and lean back against the seat.

“Oh? Such as?” 

She busied herself with getting the car started and ready to leave as you spoke, yet her constant glances over at you reassured you that she was still listening. You could see one of the jeeps pull around until it was stationed in front while the other brought up the rear of Shuri’s car. The jeep idled in front until Shuri flashed her headlights, and then all three of the vehicles were moving in tandem. It didn’t take long for your little convoy to reach a bridge that connected the airstrip to the mainland that held the countless looming buildings, businesses, and homes. The Royal Guard members who weren’t in one of the two jeeps stood at the entrance of the bridge, their gazes focused and scanning the area. 

You didn’t know if it was the sight of the guards on high-alert as you passed them or the sight of the palace shrinking in the passenger mirror, but the further you drove from the palace, the more apprehension tried to weasel its way into your thoughts. 

You’d had no doubts that you two were safe behind the palace’s walls, and despite becoming a little stir crazy, you had taken solace in that fact- especially after days of working to find the stalker and not finding a shred of decent evidence that would allude to their identity. They had gone silent since their initial attack, but probably because their target, Shuri, had come back to Wakanda; a nearly impenetrable country to outsiders. 

While their silence and inactivity was a little relieving in the sense that neither of you would have to look over your shoulder, partly due to the protection surrounding you two, it was also worrying. It left their next moves up to your imagination, and that resulted in your imagination running wild. 

You could try to convince yourself that if they somehow made it into Wakanda, you all would’ve known by now, for they would have surely tried their luck once more; but the truth was if they did have the nerve to follow the Queen to her own country, they wouldn’t risk failing again; not when so much was at stake. When desperation rose, sanity decreased, and who knows what lengths this person was willing to go to-

“Y/N.” 

Your name being called coupled with a hand landing on your own caused your thoughts to pause abruptly. Your attention instantly switched from the distant palace to Shuri, your eyebrows raising in question. 

“Hm?”

Glancing out of the window showed that you were still moving, but now you were surrounded by trees that quickly whizzed by. They loomed over the vehicles, almost covering the sky above you…but not quite covering the soft, colorful lights that shined against it. After quickly noting the colorful and constantly changing lights peeking through the trees, you turned your gaze to Shuri.

Unbeknownst to you, she had been eagerly waiting for you to share with her the Xhosa phrases you had learned. It wasn’t an easy language to learn in any way, but the thought of you still wanting to try, undoubtedly out of genuine interest, made her heart skip a beat. At your silence, though, she had become slightly worried. It only took a quick glance at you to see that there was something on your mind, and whatever it was caused a slight frown to replace the smile that had been on your face only seconds earlier. 

Shuri pursed her lips slightly as she glanced once again at you, her eyebrows pulling together. Where there was once a glint of excitement and anticipation in your eye, there was now…concern? Restlessness? A feeling she had personally vowed to herself that wouldn’t take up an inch of your thoughts tonight. 

“What’s on your mind? What are you thinking about?” 

Your answer initially came in the form of a soft sigh, your jaw working as you thought of a way to answer without potentially ruining Shuri’s mood or the night in general. Seeing the worried look already on her face prompted you to shake your head, forcing your anxious thoughts to the back of your mind for the night with effort. You gave her a smile that you hoped seemed genuine.

“I was trying to remember what I learned. Now, don’t make fun of me. I learned these from a book.”

Pretending to ignore the suspicious look on her face, you turned your back towards the door to face her. You silently cheered as you saw the corner of her mouth lift up, the rest of her lips soon following as you began to speak.

“So, of course I learned the casual greetings: molo and molweni. And then I learned how to ask someone how they are-”

“Oh? Unjani?”

You perked up slightly, your smile genuinely growing with pride at being able to understand what she had asked, and knowing how to respond.

“Ndiphilile, unjani?”

Her look of appraisal paired with a proud smirk had a chill running down your back- one you quickly tried to hide by pretending to fix your seatbelt. 

“What else did you learn?”

Shuri, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of hearing the language fall from your lips. Of course, it sounded as if you had just learned the language which was fitting considering that you had and by yourself, nonetheless; but she found the slight hesitation of your pronunciations endearing and the confidence in your voice…well she found that rather attractive. She found you rather attractive, in more than one way. That was something she had come to terms with while planning this little outing. 

She had realized rather quickly that, above all else, she only cared about making sure you enjoyed yourself. It didn’t matter how many times you told her you were fine being cooped up in the palace; she could tell that it was weighing on you in the slightest. Downplaying the circumstances you had been forced to accept was something that she didn’t take lightly. In fact, it would’ve been easy for you to resist staying in Wakanda altogether; it would have made it harder on herself, Okoye, and anyone else already working on the situation, but you had handled the change with emotional and mental grace. 

How could she not be attracted to you?

“Mmm…I think I remember…oh! Uxolo? Excuse me?” 

You hadn’t even realized that the group was slowing down until the car rolled to a soft stop. Shuri put the car in park before turning her gaze completely to you, unrelenting and piercing. There was a fond look on her face and you found yourself fidgeting with the seatbelt under her gaze. 

“That was close. It’s uxolo. You used the click for the letter ‘q’, but you were still close.”

It had sounded weird coming out of your mouth, and it was because you had used the wrong click. After practicing for hours in your room, all it took was being in an enclosed space with Shuri for you to forget the simplest pronunciations. Nevertheless, you copied what she said, taking time to sound exactly like her.

“Oh, right. Uxolo.”

“There you go- nantso ke, uyfumene! You got it!”

It’s honestly absurd how much of a reaction Shuri’s words of praise had on you, but you felt you handled it well. Instead of melting into a literal puddle right in the seat, you channeled that small bud of pride and brought it to the front. 

“Mmhm. Soon enough, I’ll be eavesdropping on you and Okoye’s conversations.”

Another loud laugh left her lips as she opened her door, letting the sounds of other car doors slamming shut filter into the car. But along with the slamming of doors came another sound; music, instruments, voices in varying degrees of joy and celebration. The amalgamation of sounds prompted you to quickly open your own door and step out, your eyes scanning the area in a search for where the voices were coming from. 

You couldn’t have been far from the edge of the moat where the bridge had ended, as you could still see glimpses of the palace through the trees you all had just driven through; but that wasn’t what caught your attention. 

You were acutely aware of Shuri coming to stand beside you, and of the Royal Guard following her and partially surrounding her; your attention had been entirely claimed by the view you could see quite clearly from the small, shaded area of land you all had parked on. 

Every chance you got, you had made sure to gaze down at the streets of the city every morning; always full of vibrant life and colors, and stalls that sold varying sizes, colors, and kinds of Wakandan artwork. Shuri had caught you staring a number of times, and she had even described a few of her favorite stalls she loved to frequent whenever she took the time to go. Of course, you had listened and held on to every word she said, loving to hear the passion and the affection of which she spoke about her city with. You had even vowed to yourself that before you left Wakanda, whenever that would be, you’d have to venture down and buy a few keepsakes just to remember your time here. 

But as your hand was eagerly grabbed and you were pulled out of the shadows of the trees, it was quickly made apparent that Shuri had taken care of that desire before you could do so yourself. 

The sheer amount of different smells, sights, and sounds would have normally been a little…much for you, but with Shuri’s firm grip around yours, expertly weaving you through the crowd with ease, you found yourself becoming completely engrossed in the festivities taking place around the two of you. It was easy to just let her lead you, and you took the time to look at every stall that passed. 

Scarves, dashikis, elaborate jewelry, clay pottery; all being sold alongside different meats, vegetables, and pastries that undoubtedly tasted just as good as they smelled. 

“We’ll come back, I promise! But I want to show you something first.”

Shuri’s voice spoke directly into your ear, making you jump slightly before you leaned in more. The crowd milling around the area was loud, but it was filled with such glee that you didn’t mind it all. And despite the crowd basically parting at the sight of their Queen accompanied by the Royal Guard led by Okoye, there weren’t many curious eyes locking onto the two of you. Remembering the fact that Shuri, and her brother before her, had frequented the city and the market multiple times explained the crowd’s seemingly “disinterest” in the monarch. Some still caught sight of her, giving her a quick and eager Wakandan salute (that she almost always returned with a salute back or even a smile), but most just went about their business. It certainly allowed Shuri to pull you quickly and easily to what she had wanted to show you, and upon arriving at the site, you immediately understood why it was the first stop she had wanted to visit. 

Unlike the section of the market you two had just been through, the area you arrived at was mostly clear. There were people standing in a circle around the area, but the only things- and people- inside the circle were a small group of drummers, sitting and kneeling behind a small group of what looked to be dancers. The drummers held their drums close to their bodies, their heads bowed and their bodies still, while the dancers did the same. 

Shuri still had your hand in hers, and as you turned to her, preparing to ask about the sight in front of you, she pulled you closer and lowered her head to speak into your ear.

“I’ll explain everything after the performance, but this is my favorite part.” When she pulled back, the smile on her face was enough to stop your questions from arising…for the meantime. It was giddy, and held every piece of childlike joy she had lost as a result of her brother and mother’s deaths. However, as you looked closer, there was something in her eyes; a deep, barely perceptible look of sadness. Her smile didn’t waver once, though; in fact, it only grew as the sudden sound of drums pierced the air. 

The drums commanded the attention of everyone they reached, making everyone pause and turn towards the sound, including you. They filled the air with rhythms that were so mesmerizing and heavy, you could feel it traveling through the ground and into the bottoms of your feet. The crowd was filled with people of different sizes, shapes, and skin tones; yet, you all were one in the collective immersion.

The dancers moved in a way that definitely told a story; a story that the singer undoubtedly echoed with a voice as strong and unwavering as the strongest oak tree. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t understand a word she was singing; the significance of the story being told could be felt through her voice and the dancer’s movements. 

“Those five dancers represent the 5 tribes of Wakanda,” Shuri spoke quietly, her voice coming from behind you. You hadn’t even realized that she had moved until she spoke, one of her hands raising to rest gently on your side as if to steady you. The chill that ran down your spine wasn’t a result of the soft breeze that blew across the land. 

The 5 dancers she referenced all wore traditional, African dance attire that contrasted beautifully against the advanced technology that covered every inch of the city. A high speed, magnetic train traveled above the heads of the crowd who watched a traditional performance. 

With every second that passed, you were reminded of why Wakanda was one of the top nations in the world in…well…everything. 

Each dancer’s costume consisted of a certain set of colors, and with Shuri’s help, you were able to recognize which dancer represented which tribe. Shades of green and white for the River Tribe; oranges, reds, and brown for the Mining Tribe; dark blue and purple for the Merchant Tribe; shades of blue for the Border Tribe; and gray and white for the Jabari Tribe. Each of them had specific elements of their costumes that represented their tribe further, such as the River Tribe’s beaded headdresses and accessories, and the Mining Tribes red clay covered skin and hair. Every dancer had an anklet of shells that rattled with every shake, stomp, and kick. 

The costumes showed only a small portion of what made that specific tribe beautiful and enthralling, and you found it unfortunate that you’d probably never get to fully experience what each one had to offer. 

As they continued to dance with movements that seemed both graceful and packed with heavy meaning, Shuri continued to translate the words being sung. Her voice effortlessly blended with the singer’s husky voice and the music, not taking anything away from the performance, but instead adding an entirely new layer of captivation on top. There were notes of excitement and familiarity as she spoke softly. 

“Long ago, these lands were blessed with a gift from beyond this world: vibranium. Everything touched by the vibranium flourished greatly, and when the time of man came, so did they.”

The rhythm of the drums changed to one that exuded energy and chaos, the shift being felt throughout the entire crowd. The dancers followed suit, suddenly moving together in a push-and-pull motion that resembled a conflict between all of them, their faces exhibiting conflict and hardships. Shuri’s next translation matched the change.

“Five tribes laid claim to the land, calling it Wakanda. For many years, they fought relentlessly and ruthlessly, resulting in many deaths and even more devastation…until-”

The dancers parted, revealing a man with an elaborate, black and purple headdress that instantly commanded every person’s attention, dancer and audience member alike. His movements were graceful…almost catlike…as he moved around the 5 tribes. Every time he passed a tribe, they would turn and follow him with their eyes transfixed; it happened again and again until all 5 tribes looked at him with reverence in their eyes.

“-a shaman, upon receiving a vision from the panther Goddess Bast, consumed the heart shaped herb. It granted him supernatural abilities- great enough to end the fighting and unite the 5 tribes. They made him king…and he became the first Black Panther…making him Wakanda’s protector.”

You watched as the 5 tribes bowed their heads, raising and crossing their arms in the Wakandan salute while the lone dancer- the Black Panther- continued to dance along to the drums. As the rhythm increased, so did the dancer’s movements until you could barely see his feet touch the ground. His movements paired with the music made you lean forward, your body subconsciously awaiting for the resolution to the climax that was happening. Shuri’s hand against your waist tightened in anticipation, and if you had taken a glance at her, you would’ve seen her eyes unblinking and staring at the scene, just as engrossed as you. 

Every bit of technology around you vanished, leaving you staring at a performance that represented the past, present, and future with a vividness you couldn’t help but feel deeply. This wasn’t as simple as storytelling; this was the passing down of generations upon generations of the beautiful country’s origins; this was making sure that the creation of Wakanda stayed just as important as its developments, no matter how advanced they were becoming.

As the drums’ final beat rang out, the dancer’s movements stopped abruptly. A charged silence that continued to carry the drum’s last beat descended upon the crowd. You held your breath, not wanting to break it with something as small as a puff of air, only for it to escape you shakily as the crowd erupted into cheers. 

It was almost like snapping out of a trance, or maybe stepping out of a movie theater after being pulled into the events happening on the screen for hours. The second it happened, every sight, sound, and smell came rushing back to you. You were admittedly startled at the loud applause, whistles, and ululations; but that didn’t stop you, and Shuri, from joining in eagerly. 

The applause had only continued until it turned into more music, the drums once again picking up but this time with an air of commemoration and entertainment. The sight of audience members entering the circle and dancing brought a smile to your face, and a quick thought of joining crossed your mind before you quickly pushed it aside. The people of Wakanda’s joy was so contagious that you 

were perfectly fine watching it from the sidelines. 

You were still reeling from the absolute experience you had just witnessed when you turned to Shuri. Her gaze was already on you when you met it, her eyes immediately softening. They still held that glint of excitement that had effortlessly reeled you in. 

“How’d you like it?”

Shuri’s question, full of glee and hope that you enjoyed yourself, made you pause; but not because you didn’t know how to answer. It was more-so because of a lack of words to describe exactly how you felt. How could you accurately describe an experience that both educated and enlightened you? How could you describe an experience that you’d continue to think about even after you leave Wakanda?

“I…don’t think I have any words. Shuri, that was the most…it was…” you blinked, your words completely evading you, “I don’t even know how to explain it. That was probably one of the best things- performances I’ve ever seen.”

Your words resulted in a blinding smile appearing on her face…and that's when the realization hit you. 

You’d do almost anything and everything to make her smile as hard as she was smiling right now. You didn’t know if you wanted to freeze the moment so that you could stay in it, or if you wanted to keep going with the hope that you’d find more things that would result in a smile like hers. 

“They put on the performance every Indalo Day- Creation day. We have this festival once every three years, where the tribes come together for at least two nights. They make artwork and trade goods and foods; it's definitely one of my favorite holidays. ” She turned her gaze to the steadily growing crowd of dancers, her eyes scanning over the people of her country with appreciation and a love that went deeper than simply being their queen. 

“I can see why…and that was only one performance.” 

You let out a soft laugh, motioning to the center of the circle and not being able to tear your eyes away from her side profile. Undoubtedly feeling your gaze on her, she turned back to you.

“You’re right, but there’s so much more to look at.” her smile turned slightly mischievous as she took your hand once more, lacing your fingers together. The action sent a feeling close to being shocked up your arm, and it helped you realize that you’d probably always react the same whenever Shuri touched you. 

She pulled you along the outskirts of the crowd, keeping you close enough to where she could speak to you without having to yell. She didn’t exactly have to ask for your permission to lead you through the crowd; the way you kept yourself close to her, matching her eager energy and steps as best as you could said enough.

For the next unknown amount of hours, you and Shuri visited every stall you two could reach. She had bought you a beautiful, multi-colored bag, using a reasoning of “we need a bag to hold everything that we buy.”

“You’re not slick, Shuri. I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything. Ooh, let’s go look at those.” 

And then she’d be pulling you to the next one. 

If she saw your eyes linger on a stall for a second too long, she’d either subtly steer you towards it with a knowing smile, or she’d disappear for a few minutes before mysteriously showing back up and slipping something into your bag. The few times you had caught her about to do the same thing, you had grabbed her arm or tightened your hand around hers, insisting that you were fine, only for her to shake her head and argue you up and down. 

“You look like you want it.”

“I never said I wanted it.”

“...But you look like you want it- do you want it?”

“Shuri-”

“You want it. Let’s go.”

It's not like you didn’t want to buy all of the souvenirs and items you thought were beautiful, as the exact opposite was the case. If you had the money, you’d be spending all of it recklessly throughout the market. However, you had quickly found out at the first stall that somehow, someway, you had forgotten your card in your room at the palace. You had immediately and jokingly blamed it on Shuri’s secrecy…who only responded by narrowing her eyes and speaking Wakandan in a quick fashion to the vendor. Only a minute later, the vendor was handing the tote bag to you with a smile. Before you could protest, Shuri was holding her kimoyo beads over the vendor’s, both bracelets letting out a little trill as a transaction was made, and then you were being pulled once again. 

Dealing with Shuri quickly resulted in your bag growing so heavy that you had to continuously switch it from shoulder to shoulder; though as soon as she noticed your struggle, she took the bag from you with a reassuring smile. 

“Thank you, but Shuri… I think I have enough keepsakes. I could fill an entire shelf with all of this.” 

Your words left your mouth with a laugh as you pulled her over to the side, not wanting to stop in the middle of the walkway and risk interrupting the flow of the crowd. 

“Maybe so, but there’s just one more thing I want you to see. And then we can head back.” 

You were quick to shake your head, your eyebrows drawing close together. She sounded apologetic, like she was sorry for keeping you out longer than you wished to be out. In reality, the thought of returning to the palace hadn’t crossed your mind once while exploring the festival. The ache in your limbs from your earlier training session had been pushed to the back of your mind, almost nonexistent. Shuri’s enthusiasm and the festival’s liveliness had taken up all of your thoughts. 

“Oh, no, I don’t wanna leave!” You squeezed her hand in reassurance. “In fact, if we could stay out here all night, I’d be more than willing to.” 

Returning to the palace meant entering the real world once more, and the real world was currently inhabited by people who would do anything because of an unhealthy obsession. Returning to the palace would undoubtedly result in that heavy weight, stacked high with royal duties and obligations to protect everyone she considered under her care, to hang over Shuri once more. The smile that had already carved out a space in your heart would fade, as would the reasons behind that smile. 

The longer you two stayed out, the better it would be for both of you. 

“Well, in that case, there’s still someplace I want to show you.” Her thumb rubbed across your knuckles in a soothing manner for just as much as her benefit as yours. She waited until you nodded, as if you would refuse or resist being taken somewhere- anywhere- by Shuri, and then you two were once again joining the crowd. 

You didn’t quite make it as far as you’d hoped, though, when a myriad of high-pitched and excited voices flooded the air, calling out “Queen Shuri!” 

With your hand still secured in hers, she turned to face the voices, her smile widening. Standing between two spaced out stalls was a small group of children, all belonging to different tribes and making their group look rather colorful. They all waved with wild movements as Shuri looked at them, beckoning her to come to them. It was evident why as one child bent down, picking up a ball and holding it over his head before speaking loudly and in enthusiasm. 

“Would you like to play with us?” 

One of the older looking kids nudged the child, a slightly scolding look on their face as they said something quickly to him. The sight of the child deflating and lowering the ball with a slight frown was all it took for Shuri to look back at you with a questioning but amusing gaze. It took you a few seconds to realize that she was asking if you’d like to join, as her mind was already made up about going to play with the children. 

“I’ll stick close by.”

The word “cute” wasn’t adequate enough to describe the look of joy and childlike glee on her face as she passed you the bag before turning on her heel and heading across the walkway to the group of children. They looked on in anticipation that only turned to surprise as she turned back around to face you. It only took a few steps for her to make her way back to you to your confusion. 

“What’s wrong-”

She moved so quickly that you had barely blinked before she was placing her lips against your cheek in a quick peck, and then she was turning and joining the children. Giggles rang through the air as they watched the entire scene, their eyes looking curiously between the two of you before their short attention spans were refocused on Shuri. 

You, on the other hand, remained rooted to the spot with wide eyes and a hot face. The smile that took over your face was wide enough to hurt your cheeks, making you raise your hand and lightly massage them as you watched her cheerily kick the ball around with the kids. Her wide smile was visible even from a distance, and her laugh could be heard echoing through the air along with the childrens’. 

The sight would’ve made any person smile, as nothing but indescribable joy radiated off of the group. It hit you that this was the happiest you had ever seen Shuri; surrounded by the people of her country, all coming together to participate in activities that showcased the love they had for each other and the land they lived on. 

Your movements were quick as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, raising it and aiming it at Shuri and the kids. Focusing it, you took a few pictures that you were Shuri would enjoy. You lowered your phone, swiping through the recently captured pictures with a soft laugh before your attention was pulled elsewhere. 

“They’re rather cute, aren’t they?” 

The strong accent belonged to a woman who didn’t look that much older than you, and as she approached you, you could see that she carried a bowl full of objects made out of stone. Offering a polite smile, you nodded in agreement, your eyes glancing back at Shuri.

“They are. Quite energetic, as well.” 

The woman let out a chuckle, nodding as well.

“Indeed they are. I could use a bit of that energy.” She paused only for a second, her gaze growing curious as she walked closer to you. You placed your phone back in your pocket, your curiosity growing as she held the bowl out to you. 

As you looked into it, you quickly came to the realization that the stone objects were actually what looked like spearheads ranging in different sizes, colors, and matter. Some were made out of metal, some out of wood, and of course, there were some made of vibranium. The lights of the city reflected off of the vibranium in a unique way, instantly making them known for what they were. They were almost iridescent, instantly drawing your attention to them.

“Oh, those are beautiful,” You spoke softly, your hand raising to ghost over them before you quickly pulled it back.

“Please, by all means…” she pushed the basket further towards you, indicating with her head that it was okay for you to pick one up. You smiled gratefully at her as you reached back in, gently picking up one which looked to be made of a dark purple crystal. It instantly reminded you of Shuri’s lamps that were in her dorm room. 

Holding it up to the light made it change shades of purple, and the sight made your lips part in slight surprise. The light hit it perfectly so that you could see every ridge, bump, and knick; but its flaws took nothing away from its beauty.

“Would you like to buy it?” 

The woman’s words quickly brought your attention back to her, and you smiled apologetically while lowering your arm. When you looked at her, you could see her eyes focused on something over your shoulder. 

“I’m unfortunately all out of money, I’m sorry. If you’re here tomorrow, I’d be more than happy to buy a few.”

It was almost as if your words flipped a switch, as the woman’s eyes narrowed as they met yours. Her gaze, which was once welcoming and curious, was now cynical and calculating. Assuming she was upset because you had wasted her time, you went to apologize once more while going to place the spearhead back in the bowl. Your hand hadn’t even reached it before her hand was closing around your wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip.

Her actions paired with her expression made you freeze, your eyes widening in alarm as you looked at her. Your mind blanked while simultaneously trying to come up with words that you could use to reason yourself out of the situation. Your voice was firm despite the way your heart raced.

“Ma’am, you need to let go of me. I was putting it back-”

“You must stay away.”

Her words made you stop, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The thought of calling Shuri crossed your mind, but so did the lessons that you had just gone through earlier in the day. You were in no way prepared to take on the woman if she could actually fight- not in a way that would ensure you came out of it without any wounds; but the least you could do was get out of her grip the way you were taught to.

Instead of replying, you raised your hand and quickly grabbed at the woman’s thumb, hooking your fingers under it and pulling it back as far as you could. With a shocked and pained yelp, she snatched her hand back, her expression growing angrier by the second. You immediately held the spearhead out in front of you, not knowing how to properly use it but knowing that you’d use it somehow if need be. 

“One tree cannot be a forest.”

Her words that somehow seemed threatening even if their vagueness coupled with the adrenaline racing through your body threw you for a loop, your guard dropping in the slightest. You shook your head, your face twisting into one of bewilderment.

“...What the hell are you talking about? Look, just take this back-”

The sound of your name being called drew the woman’s eyes over your shoulder and caused you to glance behind you. 

Shuri’s eyebrows were furrowed as she looked across the way at you, her steps leading her right to where you and the woman were semi hidden. Her steps quickened right as her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, calling your name hoarsely and sounding like…a warning. You saw her bound forward, her eyes angry…and then a sharp pain was enveloping your entire arm.

A ragged gasp escaped your mouth as you turned back to face the lady only to see her back running further away from you, the spearhead you had been previously holding clutched in her own hand. Another gasp left you at the sight of blood flowing heavily from a gash in your palm. 

The initial pain of the spearhead being ripped from your hand had been sharp and quick, though the following pain was heavy as it traveled the length of your arm. The sight of nothing but a deep red covering the palm of your hand made you shudder as you quickly brought it to your chest, clutching it tightly. 

You hadn’t realized that Shuri had reached you until her hands were quickly turning you around, her eyes wild and panicked as she looked you over. While your heart thudded almost painfully in your chest, you were still aware enough to quickly speak to Shuri.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, its just my hand.”

Despite your reassurances, however unconfident they were, her eyes still scanned your being until they instantly focused on the vibrant red that managed to drip through your uninjured palm and stain the sleeves of the button up you wore. 

She barked orders at the Dora Milaje who now surrounded you, telling them to find the woman by any means necessary, though her voice sounded far away. You worked on taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart, though you failed at both tasks. You didn’t know you were shaking until Shuri’s hands raised to cup your face, forcing you to look at her while also steadying your shaking vision. 

“You’re alright, okay? You’ll be okay.”

Her words provided you the smallest bit of comfort, but it quickly dissipated as another wave of sharp pain wracked through your palm, making you wince. You didn’t dare look at the torn skin of your palm, too afraid that it’d make your already rolling stomach even worse.

Your limbs weren’t your own as Shuri steered you in a direction you were too discombobulated to notice. Every step you took was shaky, and the sounds and smells that you had once been enjoying now overstimulated you. They flashed by quickly, your head pounding in tandem as you were presumably led back to the vehicles you all had arrived in. 

Your mind raced too quickly and was too focused on the pain to even recall what had happened; the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Shuri’s arm around you, pulling you flush against her body, and her quick words that she spoke to you. They were the same words over and over again, but as she spoke, it became clear that you weren’t the only person she was reassuring; almost as if she were reassuring herself as well. 

“You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

molo/molweni: hello (sing./plur.)

Unjani? : how are you?

Ndiphilile, unjani?: I’m fine, how are you?

Nantso ke, uyfumene! : That’s it, you got it!

A/N: Once again, I hope y’all enjoyed this part! We’re really getting into the plot from here on out, yall >:) this is only the beginning of what I really want to happen, and I can’t wait to see how y’all react to it!

Stay safe, yall!

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[saintwrld]

Come my way

hbcu!Shuri x reader x hbcu!Emerald Haywood

summary: in which you’re a cheerleader and the school’s most popular duo decided to shoot their shot with a little twist at the end.

inspired by: bad to me by wizkid

warnings: slight cussing (it’s barely there), HEAVY teasing, stud!shuri, nervous ass reader, surprise at the end 🤭

taglist: @pinkwright @locoforshuri @axailslink @cuddl3s4shur1 @ventingfanfics @verachii @inmyheadimobsessed @generallysapphic @shuriszn @thevenusianleo @zayswriting @haechvn @percsane @risingoftime @rxcently @ziayamikaelson @blackgirlfariy @ogbells16 @n7cje @mbakuetshurisprincess @hetr0ph0bic @heejayy @heartsforjojo @shuriszn @letitias-fav @quintessencewrites @queenofsimpsblog @shinsousliya @vixentheplanet @mrsudakuu @mocha-aya

dividers: @firefly-graphics

a/n: it’s a late ass Valentines drabble but this is for all my baes!! I hope you enjoy this and the little surprise. just know that i can’t write smut for shit (gotta practice) so that’s why there isn’t any really in this one shot. @verachii your request is coming up soon bae! ok enjoy!

"Could I get some help with my bow?" You said, holding your bow out in defeat. Your hair was just not co operating today.

"You don't have to wear the bow, girl. It's optional plus you gotta show your middle part buss down, i ain't lay that shit for nothing!" Your teammate, Faith, exclaimed. Her makeup was already done and she was ready to go. It didn't seem like that for some of your other teammates as they were gossiping and barely getting ready.

Riri came in, slamming her gym bag on the bench behind her, sitting down afterwards and holding her head in her hands.

"What's up with you?" You asked, looking at your friend through the mirror. "So, I'm tryna rehearse the choreo with Amara but it's not fucking working because she over there squealin like a damn pig!"

You chuckle a little at your best friend's words, seeing her angrily tie up her sneakers. "Was it because of one of the football players? Didn't he cheat?" You asked, applying a coat of clear lipgloss and finishing your makeup.

"He did but that ain't the point. She fangirling over two people that are apparently attending the match and I swear I couldn't get a word in." Riri rolled her eyes for the nth time that afternoon.

"But you got your steps down though, right? Me, you and y/n were put in the front for a reason. If the rest of the team fucks up then it's on them." Faith expressed, making Riri nod her head at the previous question.

Before you could speak, the coach came in and gathered the team around, specifically side eying the others who weren't ready yet.

"Now imma need all of you to show up and show out tonight. When Beyoncé play, you get to strutting and make me proud. You gotta get out there in 30 minutes so to those that ain't ready, hurry up." Coach exclaimed, making everyone walk away and finish up.

As you and the other cheerleaders stood by the underground field entrance waiting for your cue, you could hear students piling in along with music playing loudly. You heard people wanting to get food from the stalls which were next to the field, reminding you to eat after this.

Coach gave you the cue to go out and stand in your places in front of the large crowd. "Is it me or did the whole campus show up because damn." You saw Riri observing the crowd, shocked by the turn up.

"It's Casey Lu's party tonight for valentines and she invited everybody and they mama so people just decided to come here before going there." Faith informed you guys as you were walking closer to the field. "Ain't she that rich girl that everybody knows?" You ask and Faith nods. "Ole girl said she got Ice Spice coming so you know everybody gone be there. Including us." Faith smiled at you two and you both looked bewildered at her last sentence.

"Inclu-" you cut yourself off when everyone stopped in their spots, with you front and centre. You looked into the crowd and saw almost everyone turn their heads towards the pair that just walked in. The seemingly popular pair quickly scanned the crowd for seats, finding two open spots which were right in front of you.

Unable to take your eyes off of them, you were forced to because you heard Amara squeal from behind. "Oh my god, it's them." She said barely under a whisper but she was loud enough that you and Riri could hear. Looking over at the pair, you saw how their eyes were looking through the cheer team and eventually land on you.

Your breath hitched as they made eye contact with you, smirking and dapping each other up in a subtle way. Before you could even comprehend any thoughts, you heard the intro to 'America has a problem' by Beyoncé. Immediately your focus was executing the steps perfectly.

After the electrifying performance that you all had put on, the crowd gave the cheer team a standing ovation with whistles and cheers flying through the air. You kept a bright smile on your face despite breathing like you ran through a marathon. Your eyes focused on the pair seated on the bleachers who were, once again, staring you down, definitely giving you more butterflies than the first time.

Throughout the game, the cheer team had to do small congratulatory cheers for their school team after every two wins which was exhausting because your school had won the game, beating the rival opponents by celebrating in their faces.

By the time the game is done, the crowd was still buzzing through the summer evening, many of them flocking towards the food stalls. You would join them but you had to change out of your uniform and make it to your dorm to change for the party. Looking over to the two empty seats that were in front, you noticed the pair was gone and as you looked around, they were nowhere to be found.

"With the way we ate today, I'm surprised we aren't in the netflix show." Faith said, making you smile about how the crowd reacted to something you choreographed. Because of your amazing performance, coach gave y'all a week to rest and to be ready when it's time to get back.

Taking off your shoes, you looked in the mirror and saw that your makeup was still intact but you wanted to touch up a little in the dorm. Hearing your teammate's voices get louder on the other side of the lockers, you tried to not listen but they were still loud.

"Yeah girl, I saw them! Make me wanna forget about my own boyfriend!" One voice giggled. Many other voices agreed with them then cackling. You didn't even realise you were done changing until Faith tapped your shoulder. "You ready? We gotta shower then I gotta fix up our hair." She called and you nodded. You walked out with her and Riri, saying bye to your other teammates who all responded back.

It took at least two and a half hours for all of you to get ready, seeing as the party only started at eleven and it was ten thirty. "Do y'all know the address?" You asked, typing on your phone to find info at the party. You finished taking pictures in your bathroom and your two friends looked at you in awe.

"Damn, I did a good ass job like? You better get hoes today!" Faith cheered as she recorded you, Riri walking in at the right moment with you and Faith hyping her up. "Our outfits are so cute . We're serving face." You said, applying lipgloss once again.

"Only the best for ice spice." Riri smiled as she hyped you and Faith up this time.

The three of you entered the enormous house with free access since cheerleaders and football players get in for free. The slight smell of weed and different kinds of perfume filled the air, with the capacity of the house shocking you. There were people everywhere. You made your way through the crowds towards the large kitchen with everyone looking at you three, feeling the attention on you but it quickly went away as the dj switched the music to 'jimmy crooks' by drake and 21 savage.

Faith assured you and Riri to join the dancing crowd while she got your drinks because she knew that this song was one of your favourites. As the rap music was slowly getting into afrobeats, you and Riri would get closer in the crowd with Faith eventually joining you two. 

You had felt eyes on you majority of the night but nothing malicious like. You hadn't taken the time to look for whoever is staring at you. The pair had shrugged off every other woman who wanted a chance with either one of them. Emerald and Shuri watched you dance with barely any alcohol in your system, taking in your beauty and zoning out from the party surrounding them.

This wouldn't exactly be the first time they would share someone. However there was just something about you that drew the two women to you without even knowing your name, with you they don't even want to mess with other people at that point.

Due to the beats of 'bad to me' by wizkid booming through the speakers, Shuri stood up from the couch and signaled to Emerald that she'll be back and hopefully with you. She danced her way through the crowd to stand near you and Riri. Faith and Riri were damn near falling over and were laughing all the way. They said to you that they're getting more drinks as the song started.

Now this was your song. You began dancing, not really caring if anyone joins you. The beats of the song were progressively getting slower and slower as the song transitioned to 22 by jayo. From hearing this song on social media, you knew to whine your waist to the beat as well to the lyrics. You felt a presence behind you, steadying your waist without touching you with them going with the flow of your waist.

The person’s scent radiated from their body, making you feel like you’re falling into a trance. You sneakily bring your hand behind you for the person to at least touch you. You placed their hand on you back and continued dancing. You hadn’t noticed the lingering stares of everyone around you, hyping you and this mysterious person behind you. You felt their hand grip on your waist, bringing your upper body towards theirs for your back to press against their chest.

They swiftly turned you around to face them and it was as if your breath had been taken away from your lungs. Looking into her dark eyes, you noticed them turn even darker under the red and white led lights. The beautiful stranger smirked at you, causing you to slightly clench your legs.

She removed her hand from your waist and replaced it with her hand, her other reaching up to hold your chin. Examining her face, it was as if it was sculpted into perfection. Seeing how your eyes were desperately trying to not make contact with hers, Shuri gave you a low smile whilst looking elsewhere, near the couches. You noticed gold peeking through and you realised that she was wearing grills on her bottom teeth, making her look even sexier than when you first saw her.

Keeping her head in the direction she was looking at, she pulled you with her, with you immediately noticing that people parted as she walked by them. Who the hell was she?

Flicking your hair behind you as you eventually reach the couches, you stopped and stared at what’s right in front of you. The second one of the duo was manspreading, staring at you as she blew out smoke in her mouth. She too had a little smirk on her face as she watched you get nervous.

Noticing her outfit which was a black tank top with what looked to be black oversized low rise jeans paired with Jordan 4’s. Her chains were dainty and small but the rings on her fingers made up for her jewellery. Her hair was curly and short, framing her face so beautifully.

Feeling your body being guided towards the other person by your waist, you stop right in front of her open legs and she took your hand, making you sit on her crotch. Holding you in place, her cold yet soft hands slid onto your waist. The one you had been dancing with looked you in the eyes this time from a higher angle now that you were sitting down.

Her outfit was simple yet so captivating to you. She wore a black Nike tech tracksuit with panda dunks. Her neck showcased a Cuban link with a shiny watch adorning her wrist and a Cartier love bracelet on the other. Her hair was curly up top with shaved sides. Her eyes stare into yours as your heartbeat increases.

You’re quite literally stuck in the middle of these two beautiful women. You could feel the second one sit up and place you nicely on her lap as she adjusts herself.

“Now tell me, ma. What’s your name?” She muttered into your ear with a beautiful accent, almost sounding southern.

“Y/n.” You stammered, barely keeping it together. Your body was eagerly calling for the both of them, not sure how long you were going to survive.

“Y/n…” The one in front of you repeats in such a sultry tone. Placing your hands on both legs of the other woman’s legs, you shift your body a little for comfort, causing her to groan behind you.

“What about you two? What are y’all’s names?” You asked, feeling the grip on your waist become a little tighter. “My name’s Shuri, mama.” Shuri began, diverting her eyes to the woman you’re sitting on.

“I’m Emerald and I’m sure it sounds amazing comin out you. Whatcha think, Shuri?” Em introduced herself then turning her head to Shuri.

Shuri could barely answer the question. She could see how introducing themselves had taken a toll on you. She could see every shiver move everytime Emerald moved her hands from your waist to your thighs. You were slowly becoming undone and they have barely touched you.

Your gaze hadn’t been on Shuri, seeing as you were staring at nothing as an attempt to calm you down. Her hand had reached for your face once again, making you look up at her in the eye.

“Mami, I want you to listen to me, aight?” You nodded. “Let’s go celebrate Valentine’s at my hotel, yeah? just the three of us.” She spoke and her grills were peaking through. It also didn’t help that Shuri’s hand let go of your jaw and landed on your thigh and Emerald was giving you subtle neck kisses.

You nod at a quick pace, almost giving yourself whiplash. “You wanna go tell your friends that you’ll see them later?” Emerald whispered to you as you nodded. Shuri helped you up, holding your hand as you guided her through the crowd looking for your friends.

You found them in the middle of the dance floor, eventually finding you through the crowd and saw you with someone. Faith gasped when she saw who you were standing with. Riri just cheered you on and you went back to Emerald who was waiting for you two.

“Now, let’s go show you how we wanna celebrate Valentine’s with you, mama.”

You walked in your dorm room limping and trying to hold all your luxury shopping bags. After a rather long night of the three of you pleasuring each other, Shuri and Emerald had promised to give you gifts for Valentine’s Day, seeing how they only courted you as the last hour of the day was coming to an end.

The two women had helped you carry the other bags into your dorm room, placing everything next to your bed. You give thank you kisses which then turned into a heavy make out session, leaving you with more hickies than last night.

Faith and Riri waltzed into your room, hoping you’d be awake or at least there for your daily coffee run. Finding you asleep with multiple hickies and shopping bags on the floor, the two looked at each other with looks that said “I told you so.”

“When is a good time to tell her that they’re succubi and that they’re bonded for life?” Faith asked as she looked at your sleeping figure.

“Girl what?” Riri reacted, giving Faith a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. They’re immortals.” She said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I was just being me and going through some old ass books about folklore and myths in the library. Obviously, shit like that is supposed to be fake but clearly not. Those two have been in newspapers and books from the 16th century. They got the same tattoo on their hip to prove it.”

“The fuck? And what about y/n? What’ll happen to her?” Riri asked, a concerned expression on her face.

“They’ll eventually turn her into one of them. They don’t seem like the bad ones so I think we’re good.” Faith nodded.

“So how old are they? They look near our age.”

“Probably in their 20s physically.” She said, not knowing that the two beautiful women had disappeared into the mirror, hearing Faith reveal their secret.

“Now what?! We don’t need her finding out now!” Emerald stressed. Shuri was trying to keep her cool and be calm. “It’s cool, we can erase their memories of this conversation and destroy that book. Anything to protect our princess.”

the supernatural wave for Shuri is so cool so i decided to join in. @generallysapphic inspired me with this because of vampire!shuri so thank you my love!

and thank you @vargskelegore for creating the wonder that is hbcu shuri! 🫶🏽

[acommonwhor3]

Y’all I saw this today and I’ve been writing non-stop. I need their sexy ass!!! PLEASE LORD PLEASE HAVE MERCYYYYY!!!

[killmongerskeepermain]

Royal Surprise // Shuri

Summary/Request: Ouuuu that Shuri smut had my mouth watering. Can you do one where she sneaks away from Wakanda to see the reader who is currently in college in the states? - Anonymous

Pairing: Shuri x Hbcu!FemReader

Warning: Fluff 

Word Count: 1.3k

You let out a sigh as the pencil in your hand tapped away at the notebook on your desk. Trying to figure out the solution to the equation printed on paper was starting to give you a small headache. It was also a pain that your roommate was no help. You were smart but not on her level. Hell, even your girlfriend could answer this question just by glancing at it. She may be the princess of Wakanda but her brain was non comparable. One of the smartest people you know. 

“Still can’t figure it out?” A voice broke you from your thoughts and your eyes found your roommates figure. 

“Not yet.” You said and she laughed at the way your eyes glared through the braids hanging in front of your face. 

“Come on Y/N. You got it.” She said walking towards the door as she slung her bag over her shoulder, headed out the door.

“Yeah with no help from you Riri.” You scoffed wishing she would just give you the answer. But according to her, it would help you learn it. “Why can’t I just pay you like everyone else?”

“We’ve known each other for too long to do that. Plus I enjoy watching you struggle. It’s what best friends are for.” she shrugged feeling way too amused at you failing to answer the problem.

“Haha. Where are you going anyway? Your next class doesn’t start for 30 more minutes.” You asked and she held up her phone.

“That bullhead from the football team owes me a band. He didn’t pay yesterday, so the price got raised.” She smirked and you shook your head. The things people will do for a good grade goes beyond you. 

“So lunch should be on you then?” You laughed as she turned to you with a straight face. “Hey you’re the one with the deep pockets, big money.”

“Yeah but you haven’t figured out that problem yet. Bet still stands genius.” You gave a frown as she turned to leave.

“Yeah yeah! I’ll bring dinner though.” She called out as she closed the door behind her. You shook your head as you continued trying to figure out the problem. You let an hour pass before you felt yourself nodding off, class work completely forgotten in the notebook on your desk. You heard a light knock causing you to stir out of your sleep, checking your phone for the time.

“Riri isn’t here!” You shouted at who was probably one of her future customers. You moved to head to the fridge before another knock hit the door. You sighed in frustration as you dragged yourself to the door after slipping on some sweats. “I already told you if you’re looking for Riri she’s not-” You swung the door open and your jaw just about hit the floor. At the door stood your long distance girlfriend and princess of Wakanda herself. She wore a black tracksuit with the curls in her hair falling over her eyes. You went to start questioning her before she put a finger up to her lips, signaling you to stay quiet. She gently pushed you backwards to get into the room and scoop you up in her arms. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a hushed squeal as she kissed you softly. You eagerly returned the kiss after throwing your arms over her shoulders. Her hands held you close before you pulled away with wide eyes. 

“I came to see you. For the first time I grew bored in my lab so I decided to fly out to surprise you.” she told you and you felt like a kid in a candy store. It’s not often she has time to call let alone visit. 

"I get that. But who brought you? How did you get here? Okoye isn’t outside, is she? Someone might think she’s up to something.” You began to panic before she grabbed your face.

“No one is outside. I came on my own.” She grinned as you grabbed her arms to pull her into your room.

“But what did your mother say about it?” You asked and she shrugged 

“She can’t speak on what she doesn’t know.” You covered your mouth to contain your laughter. 

“You are a sneaky little shit.” You said to her and she hugged you again, burying her face in your neck. She missed you. You too miss these moments, every time you have to part from her for a while. But her being here, with you in her arms, soaking in her warmth. You wouldn’t trade it for the world. You didn’t even hear the door open until the sound of a bag dropping caught your attention. You turned to see Riri with the widest her eyes have ever been.

“Riri, calm down. I can explain.” You told her as her hands flew to her head. 

“Calm down? You wanna tell me why my best friend is all up on the princess of Wakanda?!” She said in disbelief and you went to scratch your neck. 

“Riri, this is Shuri. My girlfriend. Baby this is my best friend Riri.” You introduced the two as Riri tried to keep her composure. 

“So this is Riri?” Shuri asked with an amused grin as your roommate struggled to hold it together. 

“You know about me? Does she know about me? How come I didn’t know about her? Y/N-”

“Okay relax. I didn’t tell you because Wakanda had their own problems and I didn’t want to involve you.” You spoke before she could muster out another question. 

“Y/N is right. My homeland did have its own affairs to deal with. I asked her to keep it on the low. But I am glad to finally meet the person she talks so much about.” You grabbed her arm causing her to look down at you. 

“How long do you think you have?” As soon as the question left your mouth a voice spoke out from her kimoyo beads. Riri looked around the room before Shuri held up her wrist.

“Shuri?” A voice sang and you looked up at the princess with a worried glance. 

“Mother.” She replied softly. 

“I sent Okoye to fetch you only for her to come back and tell me, you are not here. Is there a reason you aren’t at the palace right now?” The queen asked and Shuri gave a nervous laugh.

“I just stepped away from the palace for a couple minutes. Needed to grab some things.” She lied trying to cover her tracks.

“Did you forget I can track location daughter.” The queen said with a firm tone that even you couldn’t lie to her.

“Hi Queen Ramonda.” You mumbled a greeting and the queen gave a soft laugh.

“Hello sweet Y/N. Please make sure my daughter returns at an appropriate time.” She said to you and you nodded even though she couldn’t see me. 

“I’ll return soon mother. Just wanted to come see her.” Shuri said before kissing you temple.

“I understand child. Just remember to tell me next time.” The queen mused, causing her daughter to roll her eyes. You now see where Shuri got her habit of checking locations from.

“Understood. Now I gotta go.”

The conversation ended and you grabbed your purse and Shuri’s hand as you dashed to the door.

“I’ll be back later!” You called out to Riri who was still stunned by the entire ordeal. 

“But what about the class work?” She motioned to your desk still covered in notebook paper.

“Finish it for me. Please? I’ll owe you big time!” You shouted going out the door before she could respond. She stared at the door you just locked and shook her head.

“Ain’t that some shit.”

[chaneajoyyy]

WLW FANFICTION (PART 2)

@ljstraightnochaser

BLACK PANTHER

SHURI

senile souls- @nzia-writes

fatal touch series- @writingintheshadowsforever

shuri soft headcanons, @m0chaminx

i do, mentor, grieving, jealousy, a helping hand my cheerleader, focus series, how i met your mother, surprise visit, a+ series, sweet girl, stolen heart, shuri hc's, butterflies, satisfied, eat me for breakfast, unexpected love, mommy's girl, we'll meet again, shuri smut drabble, miss me kiss me, paint me, my heart and soul, i'm not over you- @heejayy

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generous- @gardenof-venus

our!?, permission- @demie90s

record store- @cuddl3s4shur1

they kissing!- @axailslink

imagine shuri revealing your true heritage to you- @writingintheshadowsforever

genius princess, comfortable, for a while- @solitaryearthperson

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insecure, valentine's day with shuri, believe me series, stressed out, nights like this, griot, rivals, too much series, christmas with shuri headcanon series, training with shuri, cooking with shuri, @queenofsimpsblog

swallow (your pride), i miss your there series, private session, meet me under the golden tree, motel princess, for you i'll try, all eyes on you, eyes on me, seven wonders, wouldn't change a thing, vampire shuri series, black tracksuit shuri (photos), shuri (photos)- @sapphicvqmpires

crown royal, the elevator, your panther series-@pocketsizedpanther

forbidden fruit, seven deadly sins, on the throne, the panther's prey, touchin', lovin', f*ckin' "- @naomis-daydream

@prettymrswright

speak to me softly- @sloth-babied

everything that's broke leave it to breeze, first date with hbcu!shuri, shuri w/ a college!reader, domesticwife!shuri headcanons series, summertime curshin', i have loved you since we were eighteen series, you are my peace of mind, iceskating with the bp:wf girls (search: shuri x black!reader)- @shinsousliya

next to me series- @babyboiboyega

CAPTAIN MARVEL

CAROL DANVERS

different but same, dust- @solitaryearthperson

THOR

VALKYRIE/BRUNHILDE

soft, hardness (sequel to soft), it was my fault- @solitaryearthperson

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[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Everything You Come With

AN: Okay so a while ago an anon said this and the idea has bounced around in my head for so long. So today I was like fuck it sit down and write that shit and that’s what I did! It’s super short but I’m trying to get better about not writing fuckin BOOKS for every post so here's this bite-size fic. Unrelated, a few housekeeping/general notes, I’m about to start back with university (Penelope Scott was really right about sophomore year in Cigarette Ahegao) so my posting is going to be a lot less frequent. I’m still gonna try to post and not go TOTAL ghost like I did before but it’s definitely gonna be a challenge. So please bear with me and send me all of your positive HBCU academia energy 

Summary: After the events with Namor, a fear of water plagues you wake or asleep. 

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of drowning and panic. Cursing, think that’s it.

Word count: 1,808

Suggested listening: Circles - Mac Miller

“And I can keep you safe, I can keep you safe Do not be afraid, do not be afraid You're feelin' sorry, I'm feelin' fine Don't you put any more stress on yourself It's one day at a time”

Water. You felt the sensation of cool water pooling underneath your feet, looking down you saw the clear water just starting to reach your ankles. Where were you? You looked up from your feet and tried to take a step forward, only to be met with a clear glass wall no more than a step in front of you. What? You looked around and noticed the other three walls, encasing you in some sort of glass box. What the fuck was going on? 

Your confusion was only increased by the feeling of the water rising higher on your legs, now reaching your calves. How had it gotten that high that quick? The coldness was starting to get to you as you were just in leggings and a shirt. You took a moment to study your surroundings, outside of the clear box you were in, you saw nothing. Not like a room with no objects in it, nothing. Surrounding you was the kind of nothing that leaves a person with uneasiness, a black void that can’t hold anything or anyone within it. This couldn’t be good.

Where was Shuri? Surely if you were in some sort of danger she would be there to save you, she always was. You tried to call out to her, to yell her name in hopes that the sound of your voice would bring your love to your rescue. But the sound just bounced around the clear walls and echoed back to you. There was no one to hear you scream. The water started rushing into the box faster now, sending cool waves across your mid-thigh. 

You found yourself fighting to stay calm, as the water level rose around you. Water hadn’t been a fear of yours before this year. You’d been a well-known swimmer in your tribe and were known to often be found hanging out by the river's edge during your free time. When Namor attacked Wakanda you were almost drowned, having been held underwater by waves for nearly five minutes before Shuri saved you. It took divine intervention by Bast herself to save your life some said because there was no way you should've survived being unconscious for so long. The incident left you with a fear of water so strong you couldn’t even shower for months without Shuri being with you to calm your anxiety. But you had worked through that, you and Shuri both had started seeing therapists separately, attempting to heal from the year's events. And slowly but surely your water-based worries had lessened. 

But right now feeling the water rest at your waist, you felt it all slowly start to creep back into you. You forced yourself to take a deep breath in and out. The only thing that could calm you right now was Shuri, so you imagined what she would say if she was with you. 

“Look around you usana. What’s going on?” 

You surveyed your surroundings once again and gathered all of your information. You were in some kind of clear plastic box, surrounded on all sides with water filling it. 

“Where’s the water coming from?” 

Looking down at your feet you tried to find a hole or valve where water could be coming in from, but you found nothing. How was the water rising if there was no place for it to come in from? Strange. As you made the realization that there was no water valve the water started rushing in faster, almost as if it heard what you were thinking. The feeling of water rising up just below your breast sent panic through your body, this was now becoming dire and you still hadn’t found a way out. 

“Hey hey, stick with me usana.” You could practically hear Shuri’s reassurance in your head. “Use that brain of yours, breathe and think about this rationally.” 

You did as Shuri commanded, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. The word rationally replayed in your head and finally, it all clicked. You were dreaming. Somehow you were stuck in one of your top nightmare scenarios. Armed with this information you opened your eyes, ready to apply the coping skills your therapist had taught you to break yourself out of this nightmare. But the sight that you saw when you opened them did nothing but bring horror into your heart. The same as before as if triggered by your realization that something was up, the water level had risen now to your shoulders.

Its coolness and sudden appearance instantly brought you back to Namor and slowly you felt the calmness be ripped away from you. Dream or not this was becoming too much. As the water raised past your shoulders and to your ears you tried to move but your feet were anchored to the ground as if they weighed thousands of pounds. The feeling of your heart beating fast in your chest was sending you into overdrive and it took everything in you not to scream. You tried to move once again, to swim upwards and try to beat the water, but your feet stayed stuck to the ground. 

Swiftly the water covered you and everything went silent, just the echo of your heart to let you know you were still alive. You didn’t know how long you could hold your breath, but you still wasted energy thrashing your arms upwards trying to pull your feet from underneath you. It wasn’t working, you could feel the panic reaching its precipice within you, your body fighting an urge to just scream and let the water overtake your lungs. 

“Y/N.” 

You could hear Shuri calling you from above, you knew it was her. If only you could just unsecure your feet from the bottom and swim up to her. She would be able to pull you from the water, you knew it. You stopped your scream of fear and worry from coming out to try to swim upwards again, to no avail.

“Y/N.” 

She called to you again, her voice sounding more desperate for you this time. Every muscle in your body was trying to push you off the ground and get you out of the cold water to your Shuri but it wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working, you begged yourself. Your body gave in and finally let out the scream it had been holding in. You felt the water rush into your lungs and fill them, choking you with its coolness and sudden invasion. 

Your eyes shot open and you sat up abruptly out of bed, gasping for air. You looked over and saw a very worried Shuri staring at you, sitting up. You tried to speak but only managed to get out an “I-” before the tears spilled from your eyes. 

“Oh usana,” Shuri said with a sad sigh, pulling your body on top of hers so you were straddling her waist. She wrapped her arms around your waist and slid them up your back and rubbed soothing circles. You couldn’t help all the tears that you let out as you buried your head into Shuri’s shoulder, holding onto her neck tightly as if she was going to slip away. 

Shuri would let you stay like that for as long as you needed, just content that she could bring you some type of peace at the moment. Deep down it scared the shit out of her. Your movement in your sleep is what first woke her up, she watched as you tossed and turned debating if she should wake you or not. When she finally did call your name and you didn’t wake up, that's when she started getting concerned. It was obvious to the Queen that whatever dream you were having wasn’t a pleasant one and it pained her to know that the figments that your mind created were the one thing she couldn’t make go away. Your scream shook her to the core and when she saw your tears it took everything in her for her to not cry right then with you. She hated seeing you in so much pain. 

After allowing Shuri’s presence to ground you for a while you finally spoke into her warm body. “I’m sorry.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for my love.” 

Her response didn’t do anything but bring more tears to your eyes, what did you do to have such a sweet partner. “I’m sorry for being such a burden to you.” You said quietly with your head still buried in Shuri’s shoulder. 

Shuri stopped rubbing your back for a split second as she processed the gravity of what you said. “Have I made you feel like a burden?” She asked the question sincerely. 

“Never.” You reassured softly, Shuri never made you feel like a burden even with everything you dealt with. She always said she had agreed to love you as a person and that included everything you came with, no matter what. 

Shuri tapped your back signaling that she wanted to look at you and you shook your head no. You knew your eyes would be all puffy from crying and that your hair probably looked crazy since your scarf had slipped off sometime during tonight's events. Your ‘no’ was met by a meek “Please,” from Shuri and how could you deny her. Slowly you lifted your head from her shoulder to meet Shuri’s eyes. When you finally looked at her she gave you a small smile “There is my beautiful girl.” 

Despite the grim mood in the room you couldn’t help but blush at Shuri’s compliment. She had a way of doing that, of making you happy even when you didn’t think it was possible. 

“You are not, have not, and will not ever be a burden to me,” Shuri spoke the words seriously to you, holding your eye contact. “We went through something and it’s okay that you’re still not at a hundred percent yet, you don’t have to be.” 

Hearing Shuri say those words felt like a weight had been released from your shoulders. You felt like since everything with Namor had happened a year ago, you for some reason needed to move on. Like your healing was supposed to be on some fast-tracked timeline and at some point, you had fallen behind. But Shuri freed you from that with her words and you knew she meant them. 

“Thank you.” You said quietly ducking your head back into her. Normally she would insist on more talking so you two could work through the nightmare but the Queen could sense your tiredness. She kissed your forehead and pulled you close to her body so that your chests were touching; you rested your head on your favorite pillow, her shoulder. You fell asleep on Shuri that night, knowing whatever was next she would be there beside you. 

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[aswrittenbyaj]

dance for you

pairing: riri williams x Black reader (feminine) summary: it's the first home game of the season and majorette dancer riri is excited to hear the roar of the crowd in the stans. too ad her number one fan is stuck working. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: rated 18+. minors dni. cursing. not beta’d (that’s a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: originally inspired by dominique getting ready for carnival in a couple videos that @axailslink posted a few months ago. hbcu!shuri and hbcu!riri live rent-free in my mind so i went with it. not gonna lie yall, i'm not the happiest with this, only because it was supposed to be longer. every time i tried to expand on it, it just didn't feel right to me which is why the ended may feel a bit abrupt. there might be a part 2 in the future (or a stand alone that could be read in connection to this), but for now, i hope you enjoy.

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she looked so fucking gorgeous. 

it was a little after five when you arrived to riri william's on-campus apartment, smirking up at the small yet advanced security camera she had rigged in place of a key. though you were a little skeevy about facial recognition and have your face scanned into the ether, you trusted her...and you loved being able to pop in and out of her place whenever the desire was there.

you didn't have much time before your six o'clock shift, this weekend being mandatory for all bartenders and not to brag, but you were one of brimstone's best. hell, you should've been. you had worked there since you were a freshman, unable to drink, but more than capable of keeping the liquor flowing and charming your way into extra tips.

ending the door, you headed towards the open bathroom door, your feet stopping as did your heart the second your gaze landed on the beauty that was your girlfriend in makeup. your approach had gone unnoticed, riri's eyes closed as her best friend viv continued to pat the beauty blender up her cheekbones, across her forehead, her back to you. 

"oooh, bitch, i'm scared of you," viv had said, giggling as she put down the orange sponge egg, grabbing the setting spray.

a fine mist sprayed from the clear matte bottle, giving your girlfriend's skin a dewy cast. white teeth flashed between nude painted lips as she laughed, the sound your favorite melody. 

you shifted in your position, leaning against the door frame content with watching your shawty get pampered in peace. she didn't always do this. between her classes, "side hustle", and working on her inventions, riri rarely had the time to press pause on life that was long enough to take time out for herself. honestly, the only time she really allowed herself to get dolled up, outside of date night with you, was during football season.

as a fly girl, a majorette on your university's dance team, there were certain level of self-maintenance riri was required to sustain and while during the off-season that meant she was focused more staying conditioned for the next season, the end-of-summer through winter window was when your girlfriend spent more time (and your money) getting her face beat, her hair styled and her nails filled in. 

not that you were complaining. you would never complain about doing something that made her so happy, her inner glow was physically visible to the naked eye. you be able to provide that for your girl? it made you feel favored and fortunate. 

except on nights like tonight.

though subtle, your shift in movement caught her best friend's attention, eyes glancing up at you through the mirror before going back to the task at hand, rocking her weight back onto her left leg.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said,��swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."

you couldn't help, but laugh, throwing your head back; first, because of viv's commentary, but as always, your attention was never too far from riri. she chuckled before her friend's words fully interlocked cohesively in her mind, eyes opening immediately, knowing exactly where to look to connect with your own. your pink tongue dragged across the plump of your bottom lip as you settled into the full intensity of those brown eyes focusing on you. 

"hi baby," she said sweetly, soft smile spreading into a wider grin. 

it was clear from the alertness in her eyes, she hadn't expected you to stop by. honestly you were pushing it pretty close since it was a ten minute drive to brimstone, and you still needed to head back to your apartment to shower and get dressed, but if you were stuck working all night, surrounded but a bunch of horny, drunk, and high people, you damn sure were gonna make sure you saw your baby first.

hopping down off the bathroom sink counter, she side-stepped viv, arms immediately wrapped around your waist. careful not to ruin her best friend's hard work, you nudged her chin up, full lips coming down to press against hers, supple as always. 

"hi beautiful," you said, pulling back just enough to mumble the words against her duo-tone lips before capturing them with your own again.

"uh, yeah, girl, i'll meet you downstairs in like twenty minutes."

you barely heard viv as she grabbed her things and left, your attention solely on the young woman who had captured your heart a year and a semester ago. her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the velvet of your skin as your hands shifted  to the sides of her head, fingers threading themselves in her microbraids. 

you pressed your lips against hers a couple more times before pulling back a few more inches to just look at her, taking her in. she used to hate when you did that, stared at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, as if just having her here proved the existence of magic and miracles. 

these days, things were different, her gaze now a mirror, reflecting back a love so deep you could free fall in it and never touch to bottom.

"you so damn pretty," you said, shaking your head slightly as if her beauty were an insult, lips curling upwards into a smile at the way she beamed at your compliment.

"thank you mami," she said, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw before letting you go, turning to clean up the leftover mess on the counter. "so...how long are you mine for?"

her tone was played casual, but you knew how to see beyond the dramatic lightness of her words.

"forever and a day, but..."

you approached her from behind, hands brushing the terry fabric of her robe as they wrapped around her waist.  you buried the rest of your statement in the space between her neck and robe collar.

"...unfortunately i have to leave in, like, five minutes ago."

"right now? are you serious?" 

you didn't even need to glance in the mirror to see the downturn of her lips though she revealed it to you, half turning in your arms to meet your gaze.

"you really can't make it tonight?"

you sighed softly, the slump of your shoulders obvious. you hated to disappoint her.

"i wish i could." your bottom lip poked out for a second, mimicking her pouty facial expression. "brian's making everybody touch the clock this weekend and since i didn't work last night..."

your voice trailed off, hand on her hip smoothing down over the curve of her ass as you leaned back in for another kiss, this one searing with memories of just how the two of you spent your night off. you weren't the only one still drunk off recollection, a throaty moan vibrating against your lips the second they touched hers. 

all too soon, you pulled apart, a sigh falling from between her painted pout, and not the kind of sigh you loved to coax out from her.

"but you have to go."

you could see her trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice, the urge to kick yourself growing stronger.

"i have to go," you confirmed, the hand on her chin moving down to mimic your right, ten fingers splayed against the soft cotton covering her ass. "but text me where you end up after the game. i'll come find you after my shift," you promised, eyes staying locked on hers for a moment longer, waiting for her nod in agreement. 

her eyes fluttered closed as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, right hand coming down to slap her left ass cheek, the contrast in action drawing a gasping giggle from her and a smirk from you as you made your way out her dorm apartment's door.

yeah, you made a mistake coming in to work tonight. it wasn't that it was boring, not per sé, but at 7 o'clock, it was still pretty early. the only people at the bar were those who couldn't get tickets to the game and with a stadium who's capacity sat at 20,000 people, that number of fanatics without was relatively low. 

still, you weren't bored. you'd just rather had been somewhere else. 

like at the stadium cheering your hbcu's football team on at its first home game of the season...and watching the love of your life shake her ass with a touch of class in the sexiest uniform you've seen in your four years of attending. 

the worst part about it was that you hadn't even seen riri wearing it in-person, instead only getting 8-second glimpses of it on the social media stories of her dance sisters. the last one had been a casual version of the fly girl sway, complete with attitude poses and your favorite thing to see her wear, a smile.

fuck, you had to get out of here.

it took you two beer replacements and an appetizer sampler platter to come up with an easy, but fail-proof way to get out of a shift with a guy like brian. it wasn't hard to find him, the older man hiding away in his office, no doubt watching the game's live feed on his laptop.

your knuckles rapped sharply against the door twice, your boss' head snapping up immediately as if he had gotten caught doing something forbidden. he was so busted. you coughed once to hide your amusement.

"uh, hey brian, i know i just clocked in like 2 hours ago, but i gotta go home."

if anyone knew how to frown with their entire face, it was brian. even his nostrils seemed to display disappointment in your words. 

"and why exactly is that?"

"it's personal."

"so is having a job and working your intended shift to totality."

how you didn't roll your eyes at his bullshit was beyond you. instead, you looked away, left then right, weight shifting back and forth as your shuffled on your feet. after the moment of awkwardness you purposely created, you peeked up at him, grimacing.

"so my cycle just started and there's bl-

brian's work-weathered hand came up to stop your sentience from continuing to completion, just as you knew it would. this was a fifty-four year old man who took his tmi very seriously, which made it pretty easy for you to exploit in emergencies like this. 

"just go, but i expect you to prepared to pick up some extra hours next weekend."

the not-so-veiled threat barely made it to your ears the way you rushed back down the hallway, feet squeaking against the titled floor as you narrowly missed a busboy in your haste.  you rounded the corner of the small break room, using the term "room" loosely.  deft fingers spun the silver combination lock, the tumbler dropping the base so you could pull open the creaking metal door and grab your backpack from the bottom. yanking at the ties of your waist apron, you pulled out the folded bills from the front pocket, the meager tips you managed to earn in the almost two hours of your shift, before shoving the apron and your lock into your bag. 

a loud clang sounded in the room as you closed the door, your feet already in motion towards the entryway and then out the back door.

you contemplated whether or not you should change before heading to campus, your work uniform of black jeans and a black fitted black t-shirt not the worst fit in world, but still nothing close to your usual style. a glance at the clock on the dash told you that if you wanted to see riri's lithe form dancing her heart out, the outfit change would have to wait.

it was a good thing you decided to skip it, too, since the parking lots were full. the packed side streets and grass lot parking had you wishing you had finally gotten your motorcycle license.

turning the block the stadium was on, you could hear the roar of the crowd. you wanted to believe it was for your school, but since the opposing team's school was only two hours away, it wouldn't have surprised you in they had fans attending by the bus-load as well.

just as you were able to say "fuck it" and risk parking in front of the two-hour meter parking you knew was located a couple streets over, a bright orange sign caught you attention, the word "media/press parking" in bold, black block lettering. a smirk formed on your face as you cut your wheel in the new direction.  

the roar of the crowd near deafening as the home team gained 20 yard, only 10 more yards to go to widen the score gap with less than two minutes on the clock before half time, . squeezing through the slow walking and talking bodies, your hand gripped tighter the canon dslr camera that hung from the leather strap adorning your neck, backpack straps trapping the "campus media" badge and lanyard close to your chest.

you had never been so grateful to have joined the yearbook club a year ago, an extra curricular supplement to your photography minor. the navy blue and platinum silver badge pretty much let you get behind the scenes of any school event, which you used to your advantage, flashing the plastic card at the security guard blocking the tunnel gates before slipped past him.

you carefully maneuvered your way along the sideline towards the home team's side of the stans, grateful the that violence of the game was taking place at the other end of the field. it would be just your luck that you got all the way here just to get tackled by a defensive player trying to take down a running back. 

honestly, you couldn't care less about the game, about the screaming fans and the hyped up players near the bench waiting to take their turn on the turf. your eyes searched the stands, instead, easily landing on the twelve dancers sitting poised, one leg crossed over the other as the band behind them transitioned into a new tune.

holding up the camera, you took a few test shots of the fly girls, thumbing quickly to adjust the settings before bringing the viewfinder back up to your face. you couldn't help but zoom in, catching candids of your girlfriend as she waiting for the dance captain to start her lead-in. 

glancing over your shoulder to be sure you were still in the safety zone, you refocused on the task at hand. since there were already other campus photographers on the sidelines, you technically didn't have to get photos of the game, but you weren't going to break cover now, not after you busted your ass to get where you were standing in the first place.

you snapped another photo, looking down at the digital screen with a frown, not exactly happy with the aperture priority.  fiddling with the dials, you glanced up at the stands again, head bobbing as your eye caught the dancer next to riri giving her a nudge and pointing in your direction. speedily, you lifted the camera back up to your face, index pressing down repeatedly as you captured her reaction to your presence. shifting the weight of the camera to your left hand, you raised the right, returning her enthusiastic wave before catching the kiss she blew at you with a smirk.

riri was literally glowing.

the energy in the air was electrifying, supercharged, after the Bruisers took the W, keeping them undefeated at the start of the season. thankfully the teams, band, and dancers were allowed to clear the stadium before the fans, event staff such as yourself following behind.

leaning back against the sleek black of your audi r7, you settled in to wait for riri to exit the blue double doors. honestly, you didn't mind letting the thousands of people fight their way out of their spots and onto the road. you were in no rush, giving a polite smile or wave as familiar faces as they cleared the press lot.

the slight bite of the cool breeze stroked against the bareness of your arms, your hands sliding back and forth to warm them despite the perfectly working heaters on the other side of the car door. just as you were about to give in and sit inside, the petite woman emerged from the double doors, her eyes scanning the busy lot until she found who she was looking for.

you.

it was as if a switch had turned on, the way riri brightened up the moment her eyes landed on you. a smile stretched wide across her face. legs kicking dramatically behind her, she half-jogged in your direction, both hands tucked into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized h---  wait, that was your hoodie. as well as your sweatpants, tied tight to her waist though still baggy on her hips.

"you missed me that much you had to steal my clothes?" you asked, pulling her into your arms.

leaning into her, riri's back bowed slightly as you pressed your full lips to hers, arms pulling her in closer as your lips traveled to her chee bones, her nose, her forehead. her laughter stole her breath as she gave it to the wind, pearly whites to the sky as she grinned.

"well i didn't know if you were comin' or not so i had to do what i had to do." she shrugged, eyebrow quirking as she stood bold in her truth, in her blatant desire to have you close.

"well, i'm here now so no substitutes needed, aight?" your hands slide away from her as you moved to open the passenger side door for her. "so where we headin'--yours or mine? i know you prolly wanna shower before we hit up some parties and i damn sure ain't wearin' this shit out tonight."

eyes never leaving her frame, you watched riri glide into the front seat with the gracefulness only a dancer could have. 

"we can head to yours. i think my 90's lakers jersey dress is over there and you got the perfect jordans to go right wit em too." 

there wasn't anything to say to that, nothing to do but to chuckle and shake your head as your fingers pushed the door closed. there was security in the way riri was so confident in her ability to just assume your things as hers. pride would swell in your chest seeing her swimming in your clothes, her healthy appetite and habitual exercise routine aiding in the appearance of her natural petiteness. not to mention that shit turned you all the way on.

it never felt unappreciated in the way her presence carried over into your personal space, not with the way the invitation was always mutual.

[cjariot]

11

this was NOT an easy choice

cus they be eating i come back to these every month fr @generallysapphic @shinsousliya @babyboiboyega

[fentibeauty]

━ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

summary- you walk in your dorm with a serious limp after dance practice. your roommate and girlfriend notices and offers to help by stretching you out.

a/n- this randomly popped up in my head while i was listening to brent and i had to write it down before i forgot it lol. otw to my cruise so this may be the last fic i write until next month lord

warnings- mentions of sexual activity , profanity, shuri being an amazing girlfriend. shuri also being a little sneaky thang.

tags— @melodykisses @shuris-whore @saturnville @haechvn @ppawmpkin @cherios @vargskelegore @angeliquebones @szalipcombo @shurireigns @rxcently (comment if you wanna be in tag list)

*. * · ݈ hbcu! shuri ✗ black!reader *. * ·

you unlocked the door and slowly limped into your dorm. your girlfriend shuri was laying on her head reading a book she has to write a report on.

with small groans you made it to your bed with a loud “hmph.” shuri put her book down, “are you okay, my love?” there was a tone of humor in her question.

“everything hurts.” you mumble. even though what you said was a bit incoherent, shuri was able to hear you. “why does everything hurt? you’re a pro at dancing. you do everything with no effort.” she asked as she got up from bed and sat on yours.

shuri started to rub your legs, “do you need help?” she asked quietly. “how are you going to help me, ri?” shuri got on her knees and positioned herself in front of you.

“let me stretch you out.”

“let me stretch you out.”

you won’t lie, when those words left shuri’s mouth your mind took a left and thought of other thinks you knew she wasn’t referring to at the moment. shuri soon caught on and held a sly smirk before laughing. “not in that way, you nasty girl.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you smiled. shuri let out an amused scoff and looked down at your legs.

“okay, let’s see what we’re working with here, shall we?”

shuri was now between your legs, started off by using the pit of her hands to massage your thighs. you let out a noise of discomfort but also relief. shuri looked down at you, the face you had on your face reminded her of previous events.

“this position is fairly familiar, no?” shuri teased as she continued with what she was doing.

“but i was the one with my mind in the gutter.” you commented. shuri let out a smile laugh.

she rubbed over this one particular spot that was the most tender causing, what sounded like a moan leave your lips. you realized it was a bit too much for shuri when she paused her movements.

“oh, i’m sorry. it slipped out.” you let her know, shuri looked into your eyes before continuing, it seemed as though she was fighting something within her. “no need to apologize, love.”

shuri then grabbed the pit of your knees and spreaded your legs apart. you winced and hissed in pain, “it feels like you’re hurting me on purpose.” you whined.

“never love, you’re just very tense i can feel it in your muscles.”

shuri got closer, and made herself taller. she looked down at your crouch before looking back at you with a smirk. “shuri! be focused.”

“so very sorry, i can’t help it. she’s looking right at me. she wanted to say hello.” she tried to reason. “oh please, it seemed like you want to say hello.” you looked up at her with your legs still in the air; in her hands.

“i do want to say hello.” she leaned down and became face to face with your pussy, “hello, good to see you again.” she joked as she left a kiss on the top of it making you squirm just a bit.

“will you stop??!” your cheeks heated up, even with your chocolate skin, shuri could still tell you were blushing. “distracted aren’t i. that’s just what you do to me.”

shuri watched you once more, “god i love your thighs baby.” she complimented. you were indeed a very thick girl, you grew up with your greens and cornbread. it was bound to happen!

as you walked around campus with shuri, people wondered how shuri could handle someone like you. the girls you danced with swore you would break shuri as easy as a twig but they were wrong.

most nights after sex, you would be the one limping and needing to be rejuvenated. shuri on the other hand would be just fine.

shuri is definitely stronger than most people think but that’s not any of their business, they can think what they want to think.

anyway.

shuri bent your legs back as much as you allowed it. your legs very much did go to your head and boy was shuri amazed. “jesus, you are so damn flexible.” she gazed at how she had you folded like a pretzel.

shuri couldn’t help it, she couldn’t.

she brought her front and pressed it against yours. “oops.” her tone with two octaves deeper. you knew shuri wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“s-shuri.” you said in a warning tone, yes you were sore but you’ll never decline any sexy time with your lover. “sh, sh. let’s continue.” she went on like nothing happened.

she put one of your legs down and focused on one leg. she straightened it and bent it back. another moan left your mouth, this time it was far more clearer to shuri’s ears. she tucked her bottom lip and stared directly into your eyes.

“okay yeah, maybe we should stop before i make you sorer than what you are now.” she was deadass.

shuri was dead fucking ass.

[angelsmist]

UNEXPECTED CIRCUMSTANCES - HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: a leak in your residence hall calls for unexpected pairings…

contains - cursing, shuri x fem!reader,

disclaimers - this is not my idea!! all credits to @vargskelegore for hbcu shuri. it is an amazing idea. however, the storyline is mine. also, i would prefer if only black people read this story, simply because it is a reader insert specifically for us. thank you <3

this will be a continuous story that i use, but with different prompts. but it will follow about the same storyline. feel free to request !

“Girl, are you fucking serious?”

“Look, my girlfriend offered and I have no reason to decline. I’m sorry.”

You resisted the urge to lunge at your roommate. There was a monoxide leak in your dorm, meaning that you two were kicked out of your housing, amongst many, many others. Both of you agreed that it’d be better to just get a nearby hotel for the time being, but at last minute she switched up and decided to stay with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s roomie.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to find anyone else on such short notice because, who the hell would accept a third person, especially a stranger, into a dorm meant for two?

“So, what am I supposed to do then? Nobody’s gonna wanna room with me, and I don’t have enough money to pay for any hotels nearby right now,” You argued, practically fuming. The agreement was to split the bill, but now that she had backed out, there was no way for you to pay solo.

“I’m sorry, (name). I’ll try and ask people if they have room to squeeze you in, but for now, just worry about finishing the rest of your classes. We’ll talk later.”

You shut your eyes, huffing loudly. “Okay. But I swear, if I can’t find a place to stay tonight-“

“Chill,” Your roommate, Tati cut you off. “We’ll figure out something.”

“We better,” You grumbled, readjusting your laptop and notebook in hand before turning on your heel to get to your next class.

You had history next, a class that you were dreading simply because your professor was an absolute snooze fest. Nothing in that class was enjoyable.

Well, scratch that. There was just one thing to look forward to in that class.

That happened to be because of the girl who sat next to you during that class. It was none other than the princess of Wakanda herself.

Towards the end of freshman year in college, there were rumors that the Princess Shuri would be enrolling there. It was all just talk, though, so you never really trusted it. Plus, out of all places, why would literal royalty waste her time at a college when she could be traveling the world?

You had moved back in a few weeks before the first day and thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you saw her while you were trying to figure out where your dorm was supposed to be.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring until her eyes eventually met yours. She offered a smile, but you stupidly stared back at her dumbfounded, still in shock. That got a laugh out of her as she walked away, leaving you feeling incredibly stupid.

That encounter had lived freely in your mind for a long time. You even told Tati about it, which only made her laugh at you and mock you for actual months about it. She couldn’t blame you, though. The princess was fine as hell.

What you didn’t know was that you’d get a second chance later to make a better impression.

Surprised would be an understatement when you saw Shuri enter your history class. You hoped your mind was playing tricks, but looking around, just about everyone had the same reaction as you.

You looked away from the princess, not wanting a repeat of last time. Everyone else in the class silently hoped that Shuri would make the choice of sitting next to them.

It was when you heard shuffling on the opposite side of you that you realized someone had taken the seat on the very end of the row you were sitting in.

The seat next to you.

And well, the rest was history. Heh, get it?

“You look stressed,” Shuri noted, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was like your brain had been in auto-pilot while you were walking to class.

Shutting your eyes, you grumbled in frustration. “Is it that obvious?”

She hummed in response with a nod, sitting up from her chair to shift closer to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nah, we can talk about this later. We got a presentation due like next week and we’ve barely started,” You dismissed, pulling up Powerpoint. You two had been paired up for a project.

“Yes, but I know you, and I know we won’t be able to do this assignment properly until you tell someone why you are so tense.”

“Okay, first of all, you don’t gotta call me out like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the princess. “Second of all, you heard about that leak in one of the residence halls?”

Shuri’s nod was your signal to continue. “Yeah, so, I was living there. And my plan was to book a hotel room with my roommate until the college can get us a more permanent place to stay, but she just backed out at last minute because of another offer. A free one. I can’t afford to buy my own room, so as of now, I literally have nowhere to live. Like, most of my stuff is in my locker in the locker room.”

“You should’ve said something sooner,” Shuri chuckled, tapping her pencil against her notebook. “Like texted me, or something. You can room with me for tonight. Or however long you need to.”

There was no way you’d turn down that offer. “Seriously? You’re okay with me crashing for a little?”

“Of course. It gets lonely every once in a while and I have enough space for two. Consider it a thank you for helping me adjust to college in the first few weeks,” Shuri confirmed, a smile playing at her lips.

“You are a lifesaver,” You breathed out, nodding at your friend. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

Once class ended, you told Shuri you’d meet her in the quad as soon as majorette practice ended. Unfortunately, it was a whole lot longer than you had anticipated. The worst part was, it was an outside practice, so not only did you have to work your ass off, you also had to do with the heat of the sun basically frying you.

Practice could not be over soon enough. By the time it did end, the sun had already began to set and the sky turned a cool blue. You hadn’t had the chance to tell Shuri you’d probably be a little later than you told her because you didn’t have time.

You grabbed your water bottle, wiping sweat off your neck. When you felt a tap on the shoulder, you turned around to see Tati. “Hey, you know Kendall? That junior who bombed her tryout for the team? She has a free spot in her dorm cause the last girl moved out.”

You furrowed your eyebrows suspiciously. “Why’d she move out?”

Tati shrugged in response. “I don’t know, but I could ask her if you want.”

“Nah, I think she has like, a personal vendetta against me. Pretty sure I took her spot this year,” You replied.

“Girl, that wasn’t her spot. She messed up that audition all on her own,” Tati spoke, only half-joking.

You laughed at her harsh, but true words. “It’s all cool, though. I found a temporary roommate, anyways.”

“That’s good! I’m sorry again for bailing on you at last minute.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. We don’t got the money to be booking hotels when there’s a free option. You’re good.” You smiled, closing your water bottle.

You and Tati looked at the other group of majorettes socializing and noticed they had stopped talking to stare at something. Or rather, someone.

“Is that the princess?” You heard one say.

Tati turned to you. “Quick, look away before you end up staring at her like a deer in headlights again.”

You narrowed your eyes at your roommate. “Funny.”

You looked to the entrance of the large stadium that your group was practicing near and you couldn’t say that you weren’t surprised to see Shuri coming through them, looking around your group as if searching for something.

Once her gaze met yours, her eyes lit up as she began to walk towards you. It was like she didn’t even notice the entire team gawking at her.

“Hey, I was getting worried,” Shuri greeted you with a grin. “Are you ready to go?”

You looked at her slightly confused. “Wha…oh! You here for me?”

The princess looked at you as if you were crazy. “Who else would I be here for?”

“Right.” You mentally face-palmed, shutting your eyes for a moment in embarrassment. “I’ll be ready in a second, can you just meet me in the locker room so I can get my stuff out of there?”

Shuri nodded silently before turning away and heading towards the locker rooms just like you had asked.

When you turned to Tati, her eyes were practically bulging out of her head. “You didn’t tell me your new roommate was the princess!”

Tati must’ve said it too loudly, because her word quickly attracted the attention of your teammates, who began to walk towards you.

You knew exactly how this was gonna end. You’d be bombarded with questions you didn’t feel like answering, nor feel comfortable answering. You sent a wave to Tati before jogging towards the doors Shuri had just left through.

“You better tell me everything!” You heard Tati yell before exiting.

[babyboiboyega]

Next To Me Pt. 11 (Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader)

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: sittin at a cool 9.9k

Content: a little lighter on the angst, Okoye comes through as the Aunty that talks some sense into people, a scene that I am very proud of (probably my favorite scene I’ve ever written...so far)

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A/N: Wassup y’all? How y’all doin? Did you have a good week? I hope you did!

Alright, LOOK- I can explain. 

This part was ready on Monday. Beta-read, edited, all of it...but then I had to be a little impulsive and add an extra 3k words to the end of it. :) BUT that chunk of writing I added on can (and will) result in some more fluff-filled chapters in the future, so hopefully that’ll earn y’alls forgiveness (please lmao).

I do have some good news: next week I’ll be on spring break...which means an entire week of doing nothing (outside of work)...which means I’ll be able to get to the small oneshot/drabble ideas I’ve been hiding away lmao

I’m excited to get to them and I’m excited to share them!

But go forth and read! I hope yall enjoy this part <3

Recap:

You didn't bother turning back to see if she had heard your words, because you knew she had. They were a last attempt to get some sort of reaction out of her, though you didn't have to turn around to know that they failed to do so.

The only solace you gained from walking away was knowing that despite being the one to increase the distance between the two of you literally, you hadn't been the one to make the first fissure in your friendship. Shuri had done that all by herself.

*****

"You should have left me on that damn sidewalk."

The anger and malice that had laced your words had rendered her speechless and motionless to the point where she could only stand and listen to your receding footsteps.

She knew you didn't mean them- you couldn't have. If you had meant them, then you were saying that you'd rather be back in that traumatizing, terrifying moment than deal with her…and to a certain extent, she didn't blame you; but to another extent, the thought made her chest ache. It made her hands clench into tight fists to stop them from shaking.

She had no one to blame but herself, and it was a shame that she was only able to remind herself of that after hurting you once again.

The words had punched a hole straight through Shuri's misdirected frustration. Where it was once directed at you for being, what she called in her mind 'difficult', during a time when she needed to remain focused, now it was only directed at herself. Frustration and disgust.

Even a good while after you had left her in the hallway, she could still vividly see your face, twisted in disbelief and outrage at the words that she had so foolishly let out. The words that had sharpened until they were unrecognizable, and not only to you but to her ears as well.

And, Bast, the tears that had been in your eyes- the ones you tried hard to disguise. The seconds-old memory flashed in her brain, each pulse delivering another pang of anger at herself and agony at being the reason behind those tears.

The visual only continued to torment her long after you had walked away until your face was replaced with Okoye's, the General's voice making her drop harshly back into reality.

"Ikumkani wam. I thought it best to come and check on you and Y/N…though I see that it is just you here."

"…She just left."

The look of what Okoye could easily liken to despair resided in Shuri's eyes, and when paired with the roughness of her voice, it wasn't hard for the General to conclude what had happened before she arrived. She knew that the tension steadily increasing between the two of you would reach its limit…she just didn't know it would be so soon or so destructive.

"I see. Well, would you like me to send for her once we are ready to question Miss. Thizondu?"

The question prompted a visceral response out of Shuri, making her shoulders hunch and her fists clench. The tattooed skin over her knuckles was pulled until she finally relinquished the fist she had made. The deep breath that left her was full of anxiety and resentment, but she somehow managed to keep those two expressions off of her face.

However, it was Okoye who stood in front of her. She was well trained to read body language, having to do so in wide proportions when out and about, especially when it came to her main duty of protecting the royal family. But not only was Okoye a good General and warrior.

This was the same woman who had been in Shuri’s life for as long as she could remember; who had taught her her first moves in self-defense; who had been there for every scary event that had plagued their country. Despite her status as the General for Wakanda's armies, Okoye had quickly gained the title of family throughout the years of serving under Shuri's family. While Shuri was good at hiding her true thoughts from those who didn't know her beyond her title, it was futile trying to hide them from Okoye.

The General stayed rooted to her spot, awaiting Shuri's answer despite already knowing what it would be. Her eyes focused on the young queen's shoulders as they rose and fell deeply, but it was only after seeing each breath grow increasingly shakier did Okoye finally step around to face her.

"Shuri. Theta nam."

The concern that laced Okoye's words was evident as she approached Shuri, a hand raising to reach placatingly toward her. She moved slowly, giving Shuri enough time to step back or reject her offer of comfort if she wished, but to her surprise, she stood still. The tension could be felt in the way Shuri's muscles shifted underneath her skin as she raised the same hand to tug at one stubborn curl that refused to join the others.

"What am I doing, Okoye?"

When their eyes met, every ounce of resentment was on display, from the gleaming look in Shuri's eyes to the sharp angle of her clenched jaw. It rolled off of her in waves, though the anger never reached the General. It seemed to tussle and roll right around Shuri, never going far before turning and slamming back into her.

The young royal welcomed that feeling of resentment, because….well because right now, it was better than confronting the agony- your agony- that seemed to stick to her. It siphoned every iota of peace she possessed, because if her words had taken your tranquility, then it was only fair that hers was taken away as well.

"Ndingathetha? Candidly?"

Shuri's nod was minuscule, her eyes wide and both anticipating and dreading what Okoye would say because she knew that they'd ring true.

"I think you are allowing your fears to govern your most rational thoughts."

The lack of response she received prompted Okoye to continue, her voice heavy with truth but gentle with empathy.

"Shuri, you are so used to having the answer to every equation and every problem you encounter, that when a problem proves difficult to solve it frightens you. It causes you to view everything surrounding you as an equation waiting to be solved instead of what it truly is."

Okoye's words made sense. It wasn't the first time she had pointed out Shuri's tendency of looking at everything through her "scientific" tinted glasses. It was often the butt of familiar banter between the two of them, the General taking more of a traditional stance on the matter.

"Of course, it frightens me, Okoye. Not solving the problem results in it growing until I'm…helpless- until I can't do anything to remedy it. It happened with brother, and it happened with mother. I lost both of them because of my inability to solve the problem before it took them from me- I can't let it happen again."

"And while your fears are understandable, you must remember that T'Challa and Queen Ramonda's passing had circumstances that were out of your control. No one could have predicted the illness that took your brother, and Namor's actions are of no one's fault but his own." There were remnants of animosity towards the mutant in her voice as she spoke, though she didn't dwell on it for longer than necessary.

"Your fear is valid. It's real in every sense of the word. But when that fear arises, you have to remember that there are people here for you. You have a village surrounding you that wants nothing more than to help you and watch you succeed. All you have to do is let them."

Okoye emphasized her words slowly, ducking to look Shuri in her downturned eyes. She squeezed her arm gently, as a reassurance and a motivation to look at her.

"Don't push her away. Let us help you- let her help you. Before it's too late."

Shuri bit the inside of her cheek at Okoye's words, as they made the same memory of your face in her mind. The words she had said to you only minutes ago had been so harsh that they now grated against every nerve in her mind as she thought of them. With each repeat, it only cemented in her mind how much she had messed up.

She wouldn't be able to simply apologize to you, not after everything she had said or done in such a short time span; and the mere thought of you potentially not accepting her apology and wanting nothing to do with her was frightening enough for her to pause.

Don't push her away. 

Don't push you away.

It was easier said than done, and not because she genuinely wanted to increase the rift between you two; but because she was afraid that the damage had already been done…and in a way, it had.

The revelation took up space in her mind, but instead of withering her down even more, it only solidified her thoughts.

Shuri straightened, her muscles once again tensing under Okoye's hand. The General watched as she worked to wipe every bit of emotion off of her face, securing her "mask" back in place, and when she spoke next, it was clear that she had made sure to erase any evidence of those earlier emotions.

"It's already too late. I…the things I said to her. I wouldn't forgive myself if I were her."

Okoye's head had already started shaking while she spoke, a knowing look on her face.

"It isn't too late. You may have hurt her, but I see the way you two look at each other, especially when the other isn't looking. The longing is there, and it is so much stronger than your fear."

Every word Okoye spoke chipped away at Shuri's self-doubts, but there was only one person whose words could truly break through the wall that had formed around her mind…but you weren't there. Her own words, founded on her fear of getting distracted during such a dangerous situation, had driven you away, and she didn't exactly know how to pull you back.

Her face must have shown how busy her thoughts had become, as Okoye simply squeezed her arm once more before dropping her hand and stepping back. She dipped her head slightly.

"I will send Ayo and Aneka to collect Miss. Thizondu…while I seek out Y/N." The slight hesitancy at the end of her sentence gave enough room for Shuri to potentially reject her proposal; though instead of doing so, she looked at the General, her mouth set in determination.

"We will meet in the interrogation hall. Please brief Y/N on what we know so far.”

Okoye wondered if her surprise was evident on her face, though she didn't stay long to see if Shuri noticed. As soon as her Queen nodded once in confirmation, Okoye returned the gesture before walking in the opposite direction of the lab, presumably the direction you had taken.

Shuri listened to her steps recede. This time, a strong sense of resolution resided in her chest, making room for that strong feeling of longing that she had always known to be there. It pulsed sharply, sounding more and more like your name with every step she took.

**************************

The tears that had gathered were short-lived after you had left Shuri in the hallway. They had dried up as the encompassing hurt quickly and seamlessly changed to anger, making your face burn hot with the intensity of it.

Each step you took had a purpose: to put more distance between you and Shuri. When every step was motivated by anger, though, they tended to take any open path, no matter how unfamiliar it was. After going down 3, long and unrecognizable hallways, you finally had to come to the conclusion that you were lost.

The paintings and structures lining the halls had slowly become more traditional, losing their technological influences. There were a number of tapestries depicting African designs, some of them depicting entire scenes that involved the nation in different stages of advancement. It was a good distraction as you walked aimlessly, trying your hardest to either forget or disregard the words that had just been hurled at you; but even as enthralling as the artifacts and decor were, the moment from only minutes ago stayed at the forefront of your mind.

"There is nothing you can do…"

"Well, maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."

Evidently, you didn't know Shuri as well as you thought. Could it really come as a surprise, though? The two of you had only known each other for a few months, and you had only ever seen her in a school setting; never in such an environment with so many stressors that applied mostly to her.

Except, it could come as a surprise, especially looking back on those months and how close you two had grown.

Every touch, glance, and word spoken to each other- all of it had meant so much to you in the moment. Now, every memory was accompanied by a question of how real it was. You hated that you were at this point, questioning the sincerity behind every word and action she had given you; but what else were you to do when the one person who unknowingly held your heart had placed doubt in it? And what were you to do when every little thing reminded you of that person, from the technology used in the palace that had undoubtedly been created by them to the very clothes you wore on your back?

You could do nothing about the clothes, as they were graciously given to you upon your arrival; but you could keep moving until you weren't reminded of Shuri. That's exactly how you ended up in a hallway that was very obviously and quite extravagantly dedicated to the Dora Milaje.

Your steps gradually slowed as you entered the corridor, your eyes raking over the various paintings, sculptures, and artifacts; each one adding to the legendary tradition of The Dora Milaje. The grandness of it was no surprise, yet it still made you stop abruptly to truly take in what it had to offer.

Huge sculptures of women, the dips of their noses and full lips the only noticeable features lined both walls of the corridor. Elaborate rings had been sculpted around each woman's neck, only adding to their regal and commanding presence. It seemed as if they stood guard over the open room at the end of the hallway, threatening anyone who had malicious intent with consequences despite being made of metal…or more specifically, vibranium. The soft glow and still nature of the corridor made you feel at ease while the powerful and intimidating aura it gave off reminded you that it was a sacred place. It admittedly made you pause right at the entrance of the grand room at the end of the corridor, no matter how tempted you were to cross the threshold.

The sound of trickling water reached your ears, and it was easy to see that it came from the crystal-clear pool in the middle of the room. Standing at the head of the pool was another sculpture, this one grander than the ones lining the entrance; and unlike the first sculptures, this one was definitely modeled after a specific woman.

You could just make out her high cheekbones and full lips that were set in a confident and stoic straight line, and her eyes stared straight ahead; undoubtedly a conscious choice by the artist so that she'd be the first eyes one would have to meet upon entering the room.

The armor sculpted around her body was different from what the current Doras wore, though you could still see the aspects that they still honored: the golden neck rings, the tribal patterns, and the gold jewelry adorning their arms. And then, of course, the same spear Okoye, Ayo, and every other Dora wielded stood clutched in her metal hand, reaching even higher than the sculpture herself.

Your eyes continued to trail over what you could see, as the room continued to expand past your point of view, and what you saw just made you want to step in even more. But you had already made your way through three, unknown hallways…by yourself…in a palace that you didn't live in. You could practically hear the voices of every, elderly family member yelling at you for 'being nosy in someone else's house', but you couldn't help yourself.

However, your desire to be respectful to the nation that had taken you in, regardless of your problems with its Queen, outweighed your curiosity, and with a sigh and one more look, you turned on your heel to retrace your steps.

You certainly didn't get far, though, as a person stood right in the path that would take you back to the main corridor. Almost immediately, your heart stopped and your mouth dropped open. The words reassuring them that you were simply lost had already been on the tip of your tongue when they stepped closer, causing you to quickly realize who it was. The realization was accompanied by a breath of relief that went through you.

"I knew that this would pull you in. Still does the same to me, even after visiting countless times."

You nodded slightly and in agreement at Okoye’s words as she walked towards you. Despite speaking to you, her eyes gazed upon the sculptures with reverence, a look of utter respect on her face.

"I didn't mean to come here, I'm sorry. This place has so many hallways and not enough directional signs."

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly in amusement, and it helped to further convince you that you were in the clear, despite not doing anything completely wrong. She nodded this time, pulling her arms behind her back and clasping them as she continued walking. Her steps brought her to where you stood, her feet stopping right where yours were at the very edge of the threshold. She shrugged, a relaxed look in her eyes that also applied to her voice as she spoke.

"You may not have intended to come here, but maybe you were meant to."

While her words made your eyebrows furrow, they also made your chest tighten slightly and for some unclear reason. You didn't have time to try and explore that reason before she was reaching for a metal staff hanging from her belt. On instinct, you took a step back, easily being able to recognize what that staff could do. A second later, she had extended it into the spear she fought with and carried around religiously.

Okoye's presence only seemed to make the atmosphere heavier with meaning as she laid the spear across both of her hands as if it were an offering. You could only watch in curious silence as she bowed her head, her lips moving in silence as she presumably spoke a greeting in Xhosa. It only made you take another, small step back in respect, not wanting to intrude in any way, shape, or form.

In a matter of seconds, she was raising her head once more and retracting her spear before crossing the plane of the room. The change in her posture was almost immediate. You had noticed that she always carried herself with a tenseness that came from always being on alert, ready to strike at any moment's time; however, as soon as she stepped into the room, her shoulders dropped in what you could only call tranquility.

You were too busy debating whether or not to turn away out of respect to notice her hand beckoning you forward. Despite being encouraged by the General of the Dora Milaje herself, your steps were still slow and hesitant as you approached her. You once again stopped at the threshold, your eyes glancing quickly between Okoye and the room she faced. Your voice was quiet, not wanting to disrupt the peace that had quickly settled over the both of you.

"…Are you sure it's okay for me to come in here? I don't wanna be rude or anything-"

"Just repeat after me."

There was a strong reassurance in her voice that cut your words off, making you pay close attention to her. Okoye's hands raised, assuming the same position from seconds before, and you copied her without hesitation.

"Enkosi…ngokundivumela…ukuba ndingene."

She inserted pauses between each word, allowing you the chance to slowly and correctly copy her, and only after you had completed the phrase did she motion for you to join her in the room.

You did so with a bated breath, a very small part of you almost expecting some type of force field to stop those unworthy of stepping inside. The second you passed the door frame, the entire expanse of the room was visible to your eye, and the wonder you had for the room earlier was nothing compared to seeing the entirety of it.

There were steps that led to the moon pool in the middle of the room, and you distractedly followed Okoye as she descended them. You noticed that there were engravings etched into the ivory floor surrounding the edge of the pool, and with wide eyes that looked closer, you realized that they were all names.

"IHolo yeDoras. The Hall of Doras…dedicated to our foremothers who laid the very foundation of the Dora Milaje, and dedicated to those who continue its legacy."

Her voice was heavy with pride and emotion, and it was clear that this room gave her the space to feel both in their entirety. Even her steps were more relaxed as she walked, yet they were still purposeful.

"The basins are for the Original 12- the first Doras to serve under Wakanda's first king and Black Panther."

Half of the 12 basins she referenced were placed on one side of the room while the other half lined the opposing wall. The direction Okoye led you in took you right past a line of them, allowing you a chance to glance at them.

Each one, upon closer inspection, held a set of folded armor that rested at the bottom of the basin. Underneath it was a sort of red sand, and sticking out of the sand, extending towards the sky, was a spear that had once belonged to one of the Original 12.

Each basin had a word, or more likely a name, etched in Wakandan on the outside of it, and as you passed them, you couldn't help but dip your head in respect. You didn't know a lot about the Dora Milaje, other than the fact that they were badass women who were some of the most lethal and trusted warriors in the nation, and the extensiveness of the room reminded you that they, too, held a history rich in customs and wisdom.

Okoye allowed you to gaze at them in silence; that is, until she stopped in front of the towering sculpture at the head of the room; in front of the same woman whose eyes looked towards the entrance.

There was a metal stand that held her spear in front of the sculpture, and you had to crane your neck in order to look at her from the bottom. Even then, you still couldn't see the top of her head. It was grand enough to show even the daftest that this had to have been the first General, and therefore, the first-ever Dora Milaje.

The current General clocked your wide-eyed gaze and she shared in the wonder the sculpture exuded, regardless of how many times she had been in the same exact spot.

"Her name is Ndiliswa. The first Dora Milaje and General Wakanda had seen. Her name translates to 'The Chosen One', as she had to have been chosen by Bast herself to take up such a mantle."

Okoye's hand raised before settling gently on top of the sculpture's foot, a deep breath flowing through her body.

"She was a trusted friend to the shaman who eventually became the first king and the first Black Panther: Bashenga. She was there when he was approached by Bast and led to the heart-shaped herb. As his companion, she knew just as much about shamanism and the ancestral plane as he did, and it gave her the skill to help him consume the herb.

"She fought by his side as he united the 4 tribes and became king, and he eventually made her his right hand, against the wishes of all of his advisors and the early council."

It was rare to hear stories of an early kingdom that had a woman in such a prominent and powerful role, but it certainly made sense when put in a context that involved Wakanda. The nation was advanced in more aspects aside from technology.

"Despite her intelligence in most, if not all fields, the council still thought her position…useless. They constantly referred to her as the 'king's consort', even after being told by Ndiliswa herself that she and the king were partners in a strictly platonic and trusted way."

To your dismay, the word 'useless' made something jolt inside your chest. It made you tense up, your jaw clenching at the word you had subconsciously applied to yourself when it came to the current situation at hand. It was a harsh word, but being constantly reminded that you couldn't really help in any way even if you wanted to surely made it make sense.

Okoye's voice, strong and resonant, managed to break through your thoughts that were bordering dangerously on self-deprecating.

"They trusted each other so much that, after a particularly close encounter with a band of slavers, intent on sneaking into Wakanda and taking who they could, Ndiliswa asked the king to train her further so that she could provide assistance from that point on."

"And how'd the council feel about that? About her learning to fight to help the Black Panther?"

Okoye huffed in mild amusement, her head shaking as she glanced at you before turning her attention back to Ndiliswa's spear.

"Unsurprisingly, they did not support her actions. And it did not help that an army, composed of all men, had already been proposed by a member of the council. While the king approved of the army, he only had one condition: that Ndiliswa becomes the General."

You quite literally couldn't imagine being in such a position. Being chosen to lead an army, albeit a small one compared to now, during such a pivotal moment in your nation's advancement was truly not for the weak. The amount of perseverance one would need when dealing with the trial and error of building a legacy; the wisdom one would have to gain on their own, not having anyone who had been in that same position to look up to. The strength and steadfastness one would need to not only build an army based on a set of principles but to stick to those principles through the years.

"Oh, I bet they threw a fit about that."

"Indeed they did. But it didn't matter how much they objected to her position as General, for in the end, the effectiveness of the army spoke for itself. Despite the effectiveness of the army, Ndiliswa could tell that a lot of the warriors shared the same sentiment as some of the elders on the council: that she wasn't fit to lead, and that her position was granted solely as a favor from the king.

"It didn't matter how fair and just she was when giving orders and leading them into battle, there was always skepticism and suspicion surrounding her position- whether it be based on her ties to the throne, or her gender, or both."

Frustration had crept into Okoye's voice as she spoke, though you couldn't blame her. Hearing how a woman who earned an honorable position because of her own skill be deduced to the 'king's consort' because of her gender made frustration swell in your chest as well.

"Ndiliswa knew that an army that relied blindly on their general's every word and decision was dangerous, and while she actively encouraged her warriors to have a mind for themselves, she couldn't ignore the fact that their sentiments were based on fruitless factors. Instead of trying to earn their respect, she decided to gather a group of women- only the bravest and most intelligent- and she decided to train them. It was an attempt to start an army that not only respected her struggles but who could relate to them as well."

It was easy to let the reverence for the Doras from the past and the present engulf you, especially Ndiliswa. While she had built an elite group that only the best could be a part of, her endurance could be seen as an inspiration to anyone who heard her story.

"So the first Dora's were not only bada-" you cut yourself off, feeling that the word would be a little too crass in the sacred space, "uh, amazing warriors, but they were also geniuses? So they had to have been some of the first inventors of Wakanda's vibranium technology, right?"

Okoye nodded, though her face twisted slightly into a thoughtful expression as she weighed her answer.

"Yes…and no. As I mentioned earlier, Ndiliswa encouraged her warriors to think freely and for themselves. The encouragement came from her desire to have an army that not only followed her to battle but who could actively work towards the betterment of Wakanda as a whole. One Dora could come from a family of farmers, only knowing how to care for and prepare animals, while another could come from a family of shamans, while another could come from a family of weavers. The Doras were, and still, are a group of women with diverse pasts.

"Despite this, Ndiliswa still expected them to put their duties as Dora Milaje first. Being an inventor meant being in the spotlight, being recognized by all who surrounded you, and expecting praise. Being a Dora meant protecting Wakanda without the expectation of being thanked or praised because it was the honorable thing to do. It still is."

The more you learned about Ndiliswa, the easier it was to understand why she was seen as such a prominent and legendary figure in Wakanda's history.

Against all odds, most of them originating from the very palace you stood in, she had gained levels of success and respect, unlike anyone who had come before her. She had taken those words of doubt and skepticism and used them as stepping stones to do what she needed to do for the country she loved.

"Well…I completely understand why they gave her this huge statue. She's an inspiration in every sense of the word, even to women who haven't gone through nearly as much as she had to go through."

To anyone, your words would have been interpreted as just words, in awe of the first Dora Milaje; but to Okoye, who could see the thoughtful expression on your face, even as it tried to hide the subtle remnants of hurt from earlier, she could tell that you weren't just speaking in general. She could hear the self-doubt that laced your words, and it prompted her to turn slightly to face you.

"Her hardships weren't what made her successful. She succeeded because she wanted to, for herself, her country, and the women who followed her."

Okoye's eyebrow raised in a knowing manner, and the look she gave you made your chest tighten in emotion. It served as a reminder of the first words she had spoken to you at the entrance.

"Okoye, what did you mean earlier? That maybe I was meant to be here?"

She responded by taking a breath and turning completely around to face the direction of the entrance. Instead of looking straight, though, her head tilted slightly to look towards the towering ceiling of the room. You didn't have to look far to see what her gaze was focused on, and when you did, the small gasp that tumbled out of your mouth couldn't be stopped.

Spanning the entirety of it, the wall that you two had entered through held a mural carved out of wood. It depicted who you assumed were the Original 12 Doras in a line. Each of them had their spears pointed at some unseen threat, their faces twisted into expressions of fierce protection. The only Dora in a different stance was Ndiliswa, who stood in the middle, her hand and spear outstretched to whoever gazed upon her...whoever felt called to gaze upon her.

It honestly felt like a trance. Your eyes stayed connected with Ndiliswa's wooden ones while Okoye's voice filtered through the heavy silence that had taken over your mind for the time being. 

"…The heart of a Dora calls to those who wish to prove not to others, but to themselves and the powers that have put them in one category for so long that they are more. That they can do more. One does not have to be a Doratoo have the heart of one."

The longer you stared, the deeper Ndiliswa's tale of resolve and endurance burrowed into your mind. Every word of self-doubt touched by the story was knocked aside, replacing it with a feeling of inspiration to prove yourself- not to Shuri; not even to Okoye, but to yourself, that you weren't useless. That word had once been used to describe Ndiliswa and look at the impact she had.

You wouldn't dare compare yourself to Ndiliswa, but you'd take the inspiration she had struck into countless others' hearts and let it strike yours. 

Somehow, from the angle you gazed at her with, the tip of her spear seemed to be pointing straight at you, urging you to do something, and then the words were falling from your mouth before you could stop them.

"I want you to train me. Actually train me. Please."

You quickly added onto the end, remembering that you were asking for something that bordered on unorthodox. You weren't asking her to train you as a Dora, for that was an honor that you knew you couldn't pursue; but you were asking for her help to gain that confidence and self-assuredness that you lacked. 

"I know I'll never be as good as a Dora, and I don't expect to be...but I want to learn for myself. To prove to myself that I can do it."

The General's eyes regarded you in silence, her mind undoubtedly working on finding any doubt within your words that could alter your decision in the long run. She evidently found none, as the next thing you knew, Okoye was nodding sharply and turning on her heel. 

You watched in mildly stunned silence as she gave the Wakandan salute to Ndiliswa's statue, whispering another phrase in Xhosa. She straightened and turned to you, a determined look in her eye. 

"Repeat. Enkosi ngokundivumela ukuba ndingene."

The phrase was the same one she had instructed you to recite before entering, and even though you tried your best to pronounce each syllable correctly and respectfully, it still fell clumsily from your mouth. 

Another amused huff left Okoye, and then she was motioning for you to follow her, your steps having to keep up with her quick and determined ones. Your eyebrows furrowed as you wound up beside her, glancing quickly between her and the ground in front of you so as to not trip over anything that could place you in a Wakandan holding cell. 

"Uh- was that a yes? I couldn't really tell-"

"First rule of training: not everything requires a question."

The sternness that you usually associated with Okoye was in her voice, but if you listened closely, you could still hear the fondness layered just under it. It admittedly made your chest loosen a little, making your words easier to say.

"Uh, yes ma'am." 

She shot you a sharp look, her eyebrow raising in a slight warning before you realized your mistake. The correction fell from your mouth while a light smile lifted your lips.

"Yes, General."

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You had been under the impression that your training would start immediately after leaving the Hall of Doras, but you were surprised when Okoye led to you another room that wasn't the one you had first trained in. To be truthful, you had grown a little suspicious when the two of you stepped onto an elevator that took you down a good number of floors. Your suspicions only grew, even when the majority of the walk had been spent listening as Okoye explained how your training would go.

According to her, you'd train at least twice a day: once in the morning and again closer to the evening. Each session would alternate between endurance/strength training, and hand-to-hand/weapons training; two things that you had very little experience and knowledge in.

(The look that had crossed your face at the mention of weapons had been almost comical, and as much had been evident by the way Okoye had to suppress a small grin.)

You had been very close to asking more about this 'weapon' Okoye had mentioned, even with her 'first rule of training' echoing in your mind; but the questions you had about training were quickly replaced with questions regarding where the two of you were going…that is, until you two finally arrived at your destination.

The room you two walked into was unfamiliar, but it was the other part of the room, separated by a blue, holographic-like screen that tugged slightly at your memory. However, seeing who was on the other side of the screen made it all click.

The sight of Nondri sitting on the other side was a direct replica of when she had first been interrogated…which had only been the night before.

Goodness. Everything had just happened last night?

What did you expect? When so much shit happens in a short amount of time, it's bound to feel like you've gone through days.

Part of the plan going forward had been to question Nondri once more in an effort to see if they could get more out of her, though you were a little confused as to why you were here…especially when it had been insinuated that you were to have no involvement in the process by the Queen herself.

"I thought that 'Royal Council matters should be kept to the Royal Council?'"

No sooner than the comment had left your mouth did your eyes land on the very person who had said those words, and the look she gave you made you pause. It was enough to make you miss the chastising look Okoye sent your way.

The anger was still there, albeit, a little less intense thanks to the distraction Okoye had given. The hurt was still there, and it felt the same as when you had left her in the hallway, much to your dismay. But a new emotion was quickly making itself known in your chest as her eyes connected with yours.

Confusion.

Where there was once a hostility that laced her actions towards you, now there was almost a sense of…regret? Chagrin? Shame?

When only earlier in the day she could barely meet your eye, now her eyes were the first ones you saw. And it didn't take a genius to realize that the only reason you were in the room was because she had allowed you to be present, despite her words from earlier.

These changes did nothing to lessen the tension between you two.

Instead, you were the first to break eye contact with her, your eyes landing on the holographic screen in front of you.

"We thought it would be more beneficial to have everyone present. Less risk of miscommunication or misunderstanding."

"'…We?'"

Eza's voice floated from the corner where she sat, drawing your attention to her almost immediately. She greeted you with a smile as she stood, closing the folder in her hands and tucking it under her arm. There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she responded.

"Yes, 'we'. This conflict is one where we could use every hand that is willing to help, and the closer you are to the conflict, the more you'll be able to."

Silence followed her statement; a silence in which you looked between her, Okoye, and Shuri with suspicious eyes. The question of how they all came to that unanimous decision rested on the tip of your tongue, but all it took was a look from Okoye for you to swallow it and nod instead.

"Well…thank you. I'll help in any way I can."

Your words were genuine, as you would try to help despite everything that had led up to this point.

You may have been pissed at Shuri along with feeling disrespected and hurt by her words, but the last thing you wanted was for her to get hurt by this mysterious group you all had been made aware of. You could set your personal feelings aside to get through this ordeal. Shuri had certainly and already done so.

"Of course." Eza nodded once in your direction before turning to face the holographic screen. Her proximity to it made it obvious that it acted as a one-way mirror, as she looked unabashedly at Nondri on the other side.

Well, to be fair, you had a feeling that she'd do the same even if Nondri could see her, but the potential of it being a one-way mirror made sense- especially when put into context.

Eza turned to address the rest of the room, her welcoming expression having been replaced with a contemplative one.

"She hasn't said anything since being brought here, but its obvious that she's afraid of…something."

"I don't blame her. Being detained for attacking someone with ties to the queen would stress me out too."

You spoke matter-of-factly while looking around Eza and into the next room. The fear that Eza spoke of was evident on Nondri's face and in her actions. Her eyes roamed the entirety of the screen, squinting at times as if she were trying her best to see through it. The cuffs that she had been given upon her arrival were gone, giving her the freedom to fidget with the sleeves of her shirt.

There were faint, dark circles under her eyes that only made her otherwise youthful eyes look slightly sunken in. While fear resided in her eyes, one could also see how tired she was. Undoubtedly, the entire ordeal was taking its toll on her…but only she could determine how it would go for her after the questioning.

"While that is true, it is something else that frightens her."

You subconsciously took a step closer to the screen, your eyes narrowing slightly as you regarded Nondri closer. It only took a few seconds for you to realize that the answer to Eza's statement couldn't be found in Nondri's actions, but they could be found in the answers she had already given.

"She's afraid of the people who forced her to attack you."

Shuri voiced your thoughts before you had a chance to do so, and you tried your hardest to ignore the skip in your heart at the sound of her voice. The reaction was partly due to the realization that she was addressing you directly, and partly due to how she also approached the screen, stopping right beside you. Despite these changes, you could still see how her body was angled slightly away from you…as if for your benefit.

"Well, that's also a valid reason to be afraid. Knowing nothing about a group of people except that they're willing to hurt me or my loved ones? Afraid would be an understatement."

The silence after your words was heavy with the realization of how close to home they had hit. Ironically, it made you look at Nondri through a different lens, as her dilemma shared similar aspects with the one you currently found yourself in. Except her circumstances were a little direr, in a way.

"Well, we're about to find out exactly how much she knows, even if it is truly nothing."

Confidence followed Eza as she stepped back from the screen. She glanced at you before making her way to another door in the room, stepping through it, and appearing on the other side of the screen in mere seconds.

"Miss. Thizondu. I hope your accommodations last night were comfortable."

As soon as Eza had stepped into the room, Nondri's eyes had landed quickly on her, widening slightly as if expecting the worst. The tension in her body didn't relent as Eza sat across from her, placing the folder on the table between them.

"I'm sorry to pull you back in for more questions…but I feel as if you aren't telling me the entire story. Before we get to what you aren't telling me, I'd like to try and figure out why you aren't telling me what I need to know. Can we do that?"

The composure Eza displayed seemed so natural. It made sense that she had been doing this for decades, as she looked completely while speaking to Nondri.

You wondered how many people who were more prone to violence had sat across from her, which only lead to you wondering how she did it. There was a high chance that she had questioned some of the most unhinged and violent people and that, alone, was enough to admire her for.

"So, let's see. You've previously mentioned that 'they' know intimate details about you, which I'm assuming gives them the power to give you orders with the guarantee that you'll follow them. You've also mentioned that they have a way of finding your family and potentially hurting them, yes?"

Nondri's eyes had drifted to rest on her fidgeting hands, but Eza only ducked her head slightly to meet them. An understanding laced her words as she spoke.

"That's what it is. Answering our questions not only puts you at risk…but your family as well."

Nondri's lack of response was enough for the older woman who nodded, sitting back with a sigh. She allowed the silence to continue for a few seconds before she broke it.

"Miss. Thizondu…Nondri…as long as you are behind the palace walls, I can assure you that no one can get to you-"

"And what of my family? They have no palace walls to hide behind, nor do they have a group of Dora Milaje to depend on. They are farmers from the Northern Border Tribe who minds the business that pays them! They have nothing to do with this, yet their lives are in danger because of me."

Hearing her voice made you step closer, subconsciously seeing the words of passion as a stepping stone that could get you all to the answers you were looking for. Though the fury in her voice quickly made you rethink your optimism- no matter how small it was.

Nondri's eyes flashed as she looked at the older woman, anger mixing with the fear that had been weighing her down up until now. Her jaw clenched as she awaited Eza's answer while her hands gripped at the edge of the table.

"You're correct; they have none of those resources. But we do, and we're allowed to allocate them in any way we see fit…which includes keeping your family safe while you help us identify the people doing this."

The effect that came from Eza's words was slow but very apparent. Nondri's eyes widened slightly as she processed them, her brain trying to find any and every loophole that could come back to bite her in the ass.

Once again, you couldn't blame her. Being in such a position meant having your guard up at all times, even when the person sitting across from you was offering you and your family protection.

"…What all would I have to do?"

Your eyes quickly looked to your side, making contact with Shuri's. You could feel the surprise on your face as she looked at you. Instead of her expression mirroring yours, hers looked closer to anticipation; anticipation at finally making some leeway in the conflict.

That anticipation effortlessly transferred from her to you as you both continued to silently look at each. There was something else, almost as if you were both urging the other to say something…but one of you was hard-headed while the other was battling with her own shame. The voice that ended up breaking the silence was Eza's and it made your eyes return to the questioning, even when you could still feel Shuri's eyes on the side of your frame.

"All I ask is that you remain patient while we come up with a plan. You'll be given better accommodations- ones different from that of a prisoner. However, you will be under surveillance, for obvious reasons."

Eza stood, leaning forward and placing a hand on top of Nondri's. The younger woman looked up at her, eyes the slightest bit glossy. You didn't have to see Eza's face to hear the smile in her voice.

"Thank you, Nondri, for doing this. Your cooperation will be recognized by the Council and the Queen, herself."

As Eza turned to leave the room, Nondri's eyes followed her. As you watched, a deep breath left Nondri's mouth, her shoulders losing their tension in just the slightest as another guard walked into the room, presumably to lead her to her new accommodations.

"I'd say that that went well." Eza's voice reached your ears only seconds later as she joined the rest of you in the room once more. There was a light in her eye that accompanied the grin on her face while she looked between you, Shuri, and Okoye.

"Yeah, I'd say so. Uh…so what about this plan? What are we thinking?"

The question was a valid one, and the expressions on the surrounding women's faces told you that they were all thinking the same thing. But you knew enough about each of them, and yourself, to know that the question could be answered quickly and rather easily with the right information.

It hung in the air as you all thought through the possibilities and potential consequences that followed, though there was one plan that kept repeating in your mind, demanding to be confronted. Your eyes shifted to look at the chair Nondri had previously been sitting in as you thought about every consequence that could stem from this one, specific plan. While they were numerous and all ranging from different levels of danger, the plan itself was simple enough to explain.

"So, this group forces people to do crazy things, right? Assuming they forced Nondri to…you know, pull up and get reckless, that still leaves the question of how they were able to give her the instructions."

The amusement at your choice of words was clear on their faces as you looked between them, your eyebrows furrowed in question. But along with that amusement came the realization, and Shuri was the first to voice her agreement; though you were quick to add on and progress the conversation.

"You have a point. Whether she was contacted through technology or in person, it could still prove useful to us. If she were contacted via technology, then we could maybe track it."

"-And if she was contacted in person, we could set up some kind of…undercover, sting-like operation. They're probably wondering where she is, assuming that she was supposed to meet up with them after doing what they told her to do. We have her set up a meeting with one of them, and while they're meeting-"

"-We'll be waiting."

Okoye's words were firm and confident as she finished your sentence. Her knowing eyes had been looking between you and Shuri as the two of you explained the same thought that had been running through your mind.

Anyone could have seen how you two finished each other's thoughts, but only Okoye knew how much it meant to you. There was a familiarity that resided in both your and Shuri's eyes. But it was only after hers had slowly started to transform into something else did you look away, your eyes quickly landing on…anything that wasn't Shuri.

"Well, maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."

"Ikumkani wam, do you still wish to question Miss. Thizondu's uncle?"

The room grew silent once more as Shuri contemplated Eza's question, though it didn't take long for her to come to an answer.

"Yes. I'd much rather exhaust all of our options than look back in regret for missing something. If we leave now, we can get there, question him, and get back in enough time to fully plan out our next move."

"As you wish. I'll alert the flight crew to ready the Royal Talon."

You found yourself raising an eyebrow; not at the inclusive language she used but at the reminder that the words 'our' and 'we' now included you. Only hours ago, they had only been used to address the other three women in the room with you, plus Aneka. But not you.

While you enjoyed being included in the conversation about the plans going forward, you couldn't forget everything that had happened up until this moment. It had happened too recently, and it had hurt too much.

The hurt that still resided motivated your next words.

"I think I should stay here. Having an outsider show up at your reformatory along with the Queen and the Head-Challenger is bound to stir something up."

It would undoubtedly make questions arise, not only amongst those who resided at the reformatory but amongst those who worked there as well. Those questions could then lead to rumors about the Queen keeping something from the nation, which could then lead to a sense of unease and mistrust that could then affect Shuri-

It could all be avoided if you just stayed at the palace, but judging by the look on Shuri's face, she didn't exactly agree with your words. Or maybe she agreed but she just didn't care. You truly had no idea.

"I will stay here with her. Besides, it gives us the perfect opportunity to start your training."

Okoye directed the end of her statement towards you, meeting your eye and raising an eyebrow. Both excitement and nervousness shot through you at the mention of training- with Okoye, of all people.

"Oh? Well, when we get back, I'd like to hear all about your training, Y/N."

You were quickly reminded of why you liked Eza so much despite knowing her for such a short amount of time. Her words were sincere as she spoke to you, an easy smile on her face. It admittedly made a grin of your own appear.

"I'll give you all the details if I'm able to talk. Or walk. Or breathe-"

Okoye's chastising look, once again, cut your words off abruptly, your lips curving into more of an apologetic smile. You'd have to get used to the whole 'holding your tongue' thing around her.

"I'm sure General Okoye won't go too hard on you."

Both you and Eza looked to Okoye in expectation only for her to don an almost innocent expression before shrugging lightly.

"We'll see."

Your nerves skyrocketed, even with the teasing lilt of her voice as she and Eza walked a bit away to speak to one another. You were too busy imagining the different ways Okoye could quite literally break your body that you hadn't noticed how someone had stepped closer to you. It was the scent of amber and the subtlest hint of lavender that told you who it was.

"Are you sure that you want to stay here? You can still listen in on the questioning from the Talon if do not want to be seen-"

"Thanks for the invitation, but I'm okay staying here."

Shuri spoke softly, the hesitancy in her words slowing them down. It was a stark contrast from the last time she had spoken to you; the harshness had been replaced with guilt, the malice replaced with shame.

The emotions swirling in your chest were absent from your voice, making your words sound flat- but not too flat; it sounded like the forced politeness one would use with a colleague from work; a voice you would've never expected to use with Shuri.

"...Alright. Well...good luck with your training."

You could only nod in response, too afraid of opening your mouth lest those emotions come spilling out in the form of words. You made the mistake of meeting her gaze once more, but this time, there was something in her expression that made you freeze. 

It was intense and unwavering as she returned our gaze, her eyebrows drawn slightly together in the middle. Her jaw clenched as if she were holding back words of her own, only to relax as she sighed softly.

"Y/N-"

"The Talon is ready and waiting for us, your highness. Is there anything else you wished to do before leaving?"

Whatever Shuri had been about to say had seemingly dissipated into thin air, as another sigh wracked her body before she shook her head. She reluctantly turned from you to face Eza.

You pushed down the feeling of disappointment with a curse at yourself. 

"No. We should go. We'll meet later and discuss everything."

The farewells were short and quick as Eva and Shuri walked out of the room, the latter's eyes landing on you once more before disappearing behind the door.

Silence enveloped the room, and the remaining tension made your thoughts stray. 

Luckily...thankfully...Okoye's voice was enough to bring you out of the brewing storm of thoughts before they could sweep you away.

"Come. I have a lot to teach you in not enough time."

She didn't wait to make sure you were following, walking away with the presumption that you already knew to, which you did. Once you two were out of the room, she once again began leading you through the winding halls of the palace. You tried your best to remember certain hallways or maybe certain aspects or features that you could use as a guide, but after taking an elevator different from the one you two had used earlier and arriving on yet another unfamiliar floor, you gave up.

It seemed to be a while until the two of you finally came to a stop in front of two metal doors. They opened with a silent whir after Okoye pressed her kimoyo beads to the middle of them. You were expecting it to be a room- a training room, specifically, and it was a room; just not what you were expecting.

No, instead this room held dozens and dozens of weapons in different shapes and sizes. You couldn't even catalog all of them, too in awe at the sheer diversity in types. In fact, you were still staring, slack-jawed and wide eyes at the vast room when Okoye spoke.

"Have you ever dealt with blades before?"

Your reply was immediate as you shook your head frantically. The thought of having blades, most likely made out of vibranium, in your hands made them sweat with nerves. Okoye had taken a step inside while you stayed just at the entrance of the room, 

At your answer, her lips pursed slightly and she nodded. She seemed to be looking for something while simultaneously sizing you up. 

"Hm, that's alright. We'll find something for you."

And despite your determination to go through this training, you didn't know whether to take her words as a promise or a threat. 

Maybe both. 

*

Theta nam: talk to me

Ndingathetha: May I speak?

Enkosi ngokundivumela ukuba ndingene: thank you for allowing me to enter.

IHolo yeDoras: The Hall of Doras

A/N: I hope yall enjoyed this part! We’ll be getting into more action packed parts soon, so that’s exciting! Chile, Shuri has started to *kind of* come to her senses, but she doesn’t exactly know how to go about being in your favor once again. Her overthinking ass doesn’t think apologizing is enough, which in turn makes her question exactly what she needs to do to make sure you know how sorry she is...but we’ll get more into that later ;)

I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d liked, reblogged, and/or commented (and I’d also just forever be in love with you), because I’ll continue to say this: yall’s comments truly brighten my day. Y’all are mf hilarious, and lets not talk about how some of yall are some smooth mfs too, like WE SEE YOU, and I know what you are.

Stay safe, y’all! <3

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[vargskelegore]

OK! So transfer student shuri showing up to your practice, with an extra water bottle! Transfer student Shuri who says "I'm here for _____" and takes ur bag with all ur stuff in it, slings it across her shoulder and walks u to ur dorm!. Pls I need this!

author's note: now thats some gay ass shitttttt, ain't no way reader's friends would assume their relationship is straight.

friends, huh? - hbcu!shuri x black!reader

word count: 958 words. (shorter than normal, sorry!)

homecoming was coming up fairly soon, and your majorette team was stopping at nothing to perfect the routine that was being prepared for the school.

your school’s band decided the song they would play for the homecoming game was remember the time by michael jackson, and your majorette team would prepare the dance for the song.

with being homecoming being a little under a week away, these practices got more intense. you were the leader of the majorettes, too, so this was more pressure on you than anybody else.

as the practice continued, your water was beginning to run out, and as of right now, since your school was so cheap, the water lines in the gyms and practice rooms/halls weren’t working properly.

you mentally cursed yourself as your team went over the dance routine one more time. “fuck.. i think i’m gonna die if i don’t get no damn water soon.” you muttered. “alright ladies, we’re gonna take ten, if you need to go get water from the other building, feel free, i don’t care.” you were out of breath, and needing a towel asap.

you went to go sit down in the locker room, checking your phone. your face lit up when you saw a message from shuri. opening up your phone, it was a selfie of her, smiling, walking outside. you tilted your head a bit. where was she walking to? not that it was any of your business.

you replied a quick ‘cute :)’ before setting your phone down to get a towel from your locker. coming back, you see she read it, but nothing more. you frowned a bit, because usually she’d walk and text you at the same time, but not this time you assumed.

you overthought a lot-- you never meant to do that, but it always happened. combine that with dance practice, and you were bound to have a stroke.

you sighed for a bit before turning off your phone, because you realized the ten minutes was up, and everyone was back, chatting.

you left the locker room with your towel, setting your phone down next to your bag.

a couple of girls were having a conversation about someone, squealing and giggling. “y’all seen that girl that transferred here? shit, i didn’t think i liked girls til i saw her.” a couple of them laughed, and you raised your eyebrow, wondering what they were talking about, you called out.

“who y’all talkin bout?” you simply asked, getting prepared for another practice.

“nothin, just that new girl.. where she from, wakanda?” you stopped in your tracks once you heard that. they were talking about shuri. your stomach turned a bit hearing them talk about her like that.

“oh, her.. yeah i know who y’all are talking about. why are y’all talking about her?” your voice was a bit weary, but you tried not to show it.

“we saw her walking down the sidewalk.” another girl said, her voice getting all giggly from talking about shuri.

you stomached the way they spoke, clearing your throat before clapping. “alright y’all we need to run the dance again! we ain’t got much time.” your leader voice came through because you couldn’t bare to have this conversation.

there was about ten more run throughs of the dance in twenty minutes, and you were burnt out.

as the rehearsal came to a close, you gathered the girls in a circle to talk about things that need to be fixed in the future rehearsal.

“alright y’all, we did good today but it needs to be better tomorrow. i’m really proud of what we have going on as of right now, but i’m sure we can do better--”

you were interrupted by the loud door opening. all the girls turned around to look, and you were confused yourself at who could’ve came in.

“..are you looking for something?” one of the girls called out. you could hear some of them giggling at who walked into the room, and whispering.

“uh.. i’m here for y/n.” your ears perked up at who it was. shuri.

she was holding up a water bottle, other hand in her hoodie pocket as she stood there awkwardly.

you moved away from the girls to walk up to shuri. you could see her face visibly light up once she saw you.

“what are you doing here? i thought you were studying..” you whispered to her as you walked up to her. she only laughed.

“when you were complaining about there being no water in the gym, i asked you when rehearsal ended so i could give you some.. i didn’t want to interrupt during the rehearsal.” she was clearly shy and embarrassed because everyone else was staring at you.

“that’s so sweet.. um- thank you, shuri.” your face was getting warm as you grabbed the water from her.

“oh, so you wasn’t finna tell us that you know her, y/n?” one of your co-majorettes called out. everyone else just laughed. you cleared your throat.

“well, she and i are friends-- wait, why are you in my business? rehearsal is over, y’all go back home.” you were quick to speak as shuri went over to grab your bag and put it over her shoulder. “i’m ready when you are, y/n.” her voice was back to being soft as the girls giggled some more.

“friends, my ass.” one of them whispered. you were so embarrassed at this point, there was nothing more to say.

“girl hush, y’all better get out of here before y’all get locked inside.” you warned as you walked out of the dance practice room with shuri.

there was something neither you and shuri could deny,

and that was being friends was kiiinda overrated.

[acommonwhor3]

Just a little teaser for y'all 😏

[saturnville]

garden kisses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said hello."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[luvrgrl07]

THIS ATE AND THE PLOT TWIST AT THE END

Come my way

hbcu!Shuri x reader x hbcu!Emerald Haywood

summary: in which you’re a cheerleader and the school’s most popular duo decided to shoot their shot with a little twist at the end.

inspired by: bad to me by wizkid

warnings: slight cussing (it’s barely there), HEAVY teasing, stud!shuri, nervous ass reader, surprise at the end 🤭

taglist: @pinkwright @locoforshuri @axailslink @cuddl3s4shur1 @ventingfanfics @verachii @inmyheadimobsessed @generallysapphic @shuriszn @thevenusianleo @zayswriting @haechvn @percsane @risingoftime @rxcently @ziayamikaelson @blackgirlfariy @ogbells16 @n7cje @mbakuetshurisprincess @hetr0ph0bic @heejayy @heartsforjojo @shuriszn @letitias-fav @quintessencewrites @queenofsimpsblog @shinsousliya @vixentheplanet @mrsudakuu @mocha-aya

dividers: @firefly-graphics

a/n: it’s a late ass Valentines drabble but this is for all my baes!! I hope you enjoy this and the little surprise. just know that i can’t write smut for shit (gotta practice) so that’s why there isn’t any really in this one shot. @verachii your request is coming up soon bae! ok enjoy!

"Could I get some help with my bow?" You said, holding your bow out in defeat. Your hair was just not co operating today.

"You don't have to wear the bow, girl. It's optional plus you gotta show your middle part buss down, i ain't lay that shit for nothing!" Your teammate, Faith, exclaimed. Her makeup was already done and she was ready to go. It didn't seem like that for some of your other teammates as they were gossiping and barely getting ready.

Riri came in, slamming her gym bag on the bench behind her, sitting down afterwards and holding her head in her hands.

"What's up with you?" You asked, looking at your friend through the mirror. "So, I'm tryna rehearse the choreo with Amara but it's not fucking working because she over there squealin like a damn pig!"

You chuckle a little at your best friend's words, seeing her angrily tie up her sneakers. "Was it because of one of the football players? Didn't he cheat?" You asked, applying a coat of clear lipgloss and finishing your makeup.

"He did but that ain't the point. She fangirling over two people that are apparently attending the match and I swear I couldn't get a word in." Riri rolled her eyes for the nth time that afternoon.

"But you got your steps down though, right? Me, you and y/n were put in the front for a reason. If the rest of the team fucks up then it's on them." Faith expressed, making Riri nod her head at the previous question.

Before you could speak, the coach came in and gathered the team around, specifically side eying the others who weren't ready yet.

"Now imma need all of you to show up and show out tonight. When Beyoncé play, you get to strutting and make me proud. You gotta get out there in 30 minutes so to those that ain't ready, hurry up." Coach exclaimed, making everyone walk away and finish up.

As you and the other cheerleaders stood by the underground field entrance waiting for your cue, you could hear students piling in along with music playing loudly. You heard people wanting to get food from the stalls which were next to the field, reminding you to eat after this.

Coach gave you the cue to go out and stand in your places in front of the large crowd. "Is it me or did the whole campus show up because damn." You saw Riri observing the crowd, shocked by the turn up.

"It's Casey Lu's party tonight for valentines and she invited everybody and they mama so people just decided to come here before going there." Faith informed you guys as you were walking closer to the field. "Ain't she that rich girl that everybody knows?" You ask and Faith nods. "Ole girl said she got Ice Spice coming so you know everybody gone be there. Including us." Faith smiled at you two and you both looked bewildered at her last sentence.

"Inclu-" you cut yourself off when everyone stopped in their spots, with you front and centre. You looked into the crowd and saw almost everyone turn their heads towards the pair that just walked in. The seemingly popular pair quickly scanned the crowd for seats, finding two open spots which were right in front of you.

Unable to take your eyes off of them, you were forced to because you heard Amara squeal from behind. "Oh my god, it's them." She said barely under a whisper but she was loud enough that you and Riri could hear. Looking over at the pair, you saw how their eyes were looking through the cheer team and eventually land on you.

Your breath hitched as they made eye contact with you, smirking and dapping each other up in a subtle way. Before you could even comprehend any thoughts, you heard the intro to 'America has a problem' by Beyoncé. Immediately your focus was executing the steps perfectly.

After the electrifying performance that you all had put on, the crowd gave the cheer team a standing ovation with whistles and cheers flying through the air. You kept a bright smile on your face despite breathing like you ran through a marathon. Your eyes focused on the pair seated on the bleachers who were, once again, staring you down, definitely giving you more butterflies than the first time.

Throughout the game, the cheer team had to do small congratulatory cheers for their school team after every two wins which was exhausting because your school had won the game, beating the rival opponents by celebrating in their faces.

By the time the game is done, the crowd was still buzzing through the summer evening, many of them flocking towards the food stalls. You would join them but you had to change out of your uniform and make it to your dorm to change for the party. Looking over to the two empty seats that were in front, you noticed the pair was gone and as you looked around, they were nowhere to be found.

"With the way we ate today, I'm surprised we aren't in the netflix show." Faith said, making you smile about how the crowd reacted to something you choreographed. Because of your amazing performance, coach gave y'all a week to rest and to be ready when it's time to get back.

Taking off your shoes, you looked in the mirror and saw that your makeup was still intact but you wanted to touch up a little in the dorm. Hearing your teammate's voices get louder on the other side of the lockers, you tried to not listen but they were still loud.

"Yeah girl, I saw them! Make me wanna forget about my own boyfriend!" One voice giggled. Many other voices agreed with them then cackling. You didn't even realise you were done changing until Faith tapped your shoulder. "You ready? We gotta shower then I gotta fix up our hair." She called and you nodded. You walked out with her and Riri, saying bye to your other teammates who all responded back.

It took at least two and a half hours for all of you to get ready, seeing as the party only started at eleven and it was ten thirty. "Do y'all know the address?" You asked, typing on your phone to find info at the party. You finished taking pictures in your bathroom and your two friends looked at you in awe.

"Damn, I did a good ass job like? You better get hoes today!" Faith cheered as she recorded you, Riri walking in at the right moment with you and Faith hyping her up. "Our outfits are so cute . We're serving face." You said, applying lipgloss once again.

"Only the best for ice spice." Riri smiled as she hyped you and Faith up this time.

The three of you entered the enormous house with free access since cheerleaders and football players get in for free. The slight smell of weed and different kinds of perfume filled the air, with the capacity of the house shocking you. There were people everywhere. You made your way through the crowds towards the large kitchen with everyone looking at you three, feeling the attention on you but it quickly went away as the dj switched the music to 'jimmy crooks' by drake and 21 savage.

Faith assured you and Riri to join the dancing crowd while she got your drinks because she knew that this song was one of your favourites. As the rap music was slowly getting into afrobeats, you and Riri would get closer in the crowd with Faith eventually joining you two. 

You had felt eyes on you majority of the night but nothing malicious like. You hadn't taken the time to look for whoever is staring at you. The pair had shrugged off every other woman who wanted a chance with either one of them. Emerald and Shuri watched you dance with barely any alcohol in your system, taking in your beauty and zoning out from the party surrounding them.

This wouldn't exactly be the first time they would share someone. However there was just something about you that drew the two women to you without even knowing your name, with you they don't even want to mess with other people at that point.

Due to the beats of 'bad to me' by wizkid booming through the speakers, Shuri stood up from the couch and signaled to Emerald that she'll be back and hopefully with you. She danced her way through the crowd to stand near you and Riri. Faith and Riri were damn near falling over and were laughing all the way. They said to you that they're getting more drinks as the song started.

Now this was your song. You began dancing, not really caring if anyone joins you. The beats of the song were progressively getting slower and slower as the song transitioned to 22 by jayo. From hearing this song on social media, you knew to whine your waist to the beat as well to the lyrics. You felt a presence behind you, steadying your waist without touching you with them going with the flow of your waist.

The person’s scent radiated from their body, making you feel like you’re falling into a trance. You sneakily bring your hand behind you for the person to at least touch you. You placed their hand on you back and continued dancing. You hadn’t noticed the lingering stares of everyone around you, hyping you and this mysterious person behind you. You felt their hand grip on your waist, bringing your upper body towards theirs for your back to press against their chest.

They swiftly turned you around to face them and it was as if your breath had been taken away from your lungs. Looking into her dark eyes, you noticed them turn even darker under the red and white led lights. The beautiful stranger smirked at you, causing you to slightly clench your legs.

She removed her hand from your waist and replaced it with her hand, her other reaching up to hold your chin. Examining her face, it was as if it was sculpted into perfection. Seeing how your eyes were desperately trying to not make contact with hers, Shuri gave you a low smile whilst looking elsewhere, near the couches. You noticed gold peeking through and you realised that she was wearing grills on her bottom teeth, making her look even sexier than when you first saw her.

Keeping her head in the direction she was looking at, she pulled you with her, with you immediately noticing that people parted as she walked by them. Who the hell was she?

Flicking your hair behind you as you eventually reach the couches, you stopped and stared at what’s right in front of you. The second one of the duo was manspreading, staring at you as she blew out smoke in her mouth. She too had a little smirk on her face as she watched you get nervous.

Noticing her outfit which was a black tank top with what looked to be black oversized low rise jeans paired with Jordan 4’s. Her chains were dainty and small but the rings on her fingers made up for her jewellery. Her hair was curly and short, framing her face so beautifully.

Feeling your body being guided towards the other person by your waist, you stop right in front of her open legs and she took your hand, making you sit on her crotch. Holding you in place, her cold yet soft hands slid onto your waist. The one you had been dancing with looked you in the eyes this time from a higher angle now that you were sitting down.

Her outfit was simple yet so captivating to you. She wore a black Nike tech tracksuit with panda dunks. Her neck showcased a Cuban link with a shiny watch adorning her wrist and a Cartier love bracelet on the other. Her hair was curly up top with shaved sides. Her eyes stare into yours as your heartbeat increases.

You’re quite literally stuck in the middle of these two beautiful women. You could feel the second one sit up and place you nicely on her lap as she adjusts herself.

“Now tell me, ma. What’s your name?” She muttered into your ear with a beautiful accent, almost sounding southern.

“Y/n.” You stammered, barely keeping it together. Your body was eagerly calling for the both of them, not sure how long you were going to survive.

“Y/n…” The one in front of you repeats in such a sultry tone. Placing your hands on both legs of the other woman’s legs, you shift your body a little for comfort, causing her to groan behind you.

“What about you two? What are y’all’s names?” You asked, feeling the grip on your waist become a little tighter. “My name’s Shuri, mama.” Shuri began, diverting her eyes to the woman you’re sitting on.

“I’m Emerald and I’m sure it sounds amazing comin out you. Whatcha think, Shuri?” Em introduced herself then turning her head to Shuri.

Shuri could barely answer the question. She could see how introducing themselves had taken a toll on you. She could see every shiver move everytime Emerald moved her hands from your waist to your thighs. You were slowly becoming undone and they have barely touched you.

Your gaze hadn’t been on Shuri, seeing as you were staring at nothing as an attempt to calm you down. Her hand had reached for your face once again, making you look up at her in the eye.

“Mami, I want you to listen to me, aight?” You nodded. “Let’s go celebrate Valentine’s at my hotel, yeah? just the three of us.” She spoke and her grills were peaking through. It also didn’t help that Shuri’s hand let go of your jaw and landed on your thigh and Emerald was giving you subtle neck kisses.

You nod at a quick pace, almost giving yourself whiplash. “You wanna go tell your friends that you’ll see them later?” Emerald whispered to you as you nodded. Shuri helped you up, holding your hand as you guided her through the crowd looking for your friends.

You found them in the middle of the dance floor, eventually finding you through the crowd and saw you with someone. Faith gasped when she saw who you were standing with. Riri just cheered you on and you went back to Emerald who was waiting for you two.

“Now, let’s go show you how we wanna celebrate Valentine’s with you, mama.”

You walked in your dorm room limping and trying to hold all your luxury shopping bags. After a rather long night of the three of you pleasuring each other, Shuri and Emerald had promised to give you gifts for Valentine’s Day, seeing how they only courted you as the last hour of the day was coming to an end.

The two women had helped you carry the other bags into your dorm room, placing everything next to your bed. You give thank you kisses which then turned into a heavy make out session, leaving you with more hickies than last night.

Faith and Riri waltzed into your room, hoping you’d be awake or at least there for your daily coffee run. Finding you asleep with multiple hickies and shopping bags on the floor, the two looked at each other with looks that said “I told you so.”

“When is a good time to tell her that they’re succubi and that they’re bonded for life?” Faith asked as she looked at your sleeping figure.

“Girl what?” Riri reacted, giving Faith a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. They’re immortals.” She said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I was just being me and going through some old ass books about folklore and myths in the library. Obviously, shit like that is supposed to be fake but clearly not. Those two have been in newspapers and books from the 16th century. They got the same tattoo on their hip to prove it.”

“The fuck? And what about y/n? What’ll happen to her?” Riri asked, a concerned expression on her face.

“They’ll eventually turn her into one of them. They don’t seem like the bad ones so I think we’re good.” Faith nodded.

“So how old are they? They look near our age.”

“Probably in their 20s physically.” She said, not knowing that the two beautiful women had disappeared into the mirror, hearing Faith reveal their secret.

“Now what?! We don’t need her finding out now!” Emerald stressed. Shuri was trying to keep her cool and be calm. “It’s cool, we can erase their memories of this conversation and destroy that book. Anything to protect our princess.”

the supernatural wave for Shuri is so cool so i decided to join in. @generallysapphic inspired me with this because of vampire!shuri so thank you my love!

and thank you @vargskelegore for creating the wonder that is hbcu shuri! 🫶🏽

[aswrittenbyaj]

a lil sneak peek at what's coming soon

majorette!riri x Black!reader

was inspired by the videos of dominique getting ready for carnival that @axailslink posted. i know it's a carnival fit buuuut hbcu shuri and riri have been on my mind as of late so i went with majorette!riri.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said, swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application's drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."