#hbcu Shuri

[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! 🫶🏽

[babyboiboyega]

Title: touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’

Relationship: HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader x HBCU!Emerald Haywood

Word Count: 12.8k

In Collaboration with @shinsousliya​

Synopsis: Emerald and Shuri finally meet for the first time, and when coming to the realization that you’ve been keeping yourself away from them deliberately, the two women plan to give you exactly what you want.

Content: profanity, smut, use of drugs (cannabis), smut, mentions of greening out, and uhhhh more smut :)

A/N: let me preface this by saying that if you are not 18+...getcho ass off of this fic right neow. Not tryna catch any type of case, and neither one of us are responsible for you reading something you weren’t supposed to.

This fic first started out with Liya and I’s headcanons about the differences  between how Shuri would treat you and then how Em would treat you. Then our thirst got the better of us, and well...here we are LMAO

NOW...this is my first time writing smut. First ever. With that being said...we hope you enjoy this, and Happy Valentines Day <3

Today is the day.

There’s a pool of anxiety forming in your tummy, and you’re not sure why. Not even your music can sway you into calmer waters, which tells you that the feeling in your tummy is nothing to play off.

You’re standing in the mirror, going over your figure once more. The three-piece cream lounge set you wore, complete with fuzzy shorts, cropped tank and long flow-y cardigan contrasted beautifully against your honey brown skin. Your braids had been pulled into a half-up ponytail, with two on each side left down in the front to frame your face. It was the set Emerald had bought you for your birthday, knowing that you’d love the fabric used. Ironically Shuri bought you the exact same one, color and all, saying that the color of it reminded her of you.

God, how did you manage to have Emerald Haywood and Shuri Udaku wrapped around your dainty little finger? Even you couldn't answer that question.

Looking at the both of them, who’s polaroid pictures had been taped lovingly on the fringe of your full length mirror, anyone could tell that you had a type. Dark skin, brown eyes, curly hair - the only thing making them different were their origins and occupations. And the one thing tying these two women of completely different worlds together, was you.

You remember the day you first met Emerald. You’d been shopping at Best Buy trying to find a new camera to take better pictures with for your photography class. Emerald was there, and from the moment she saw you, she knew she had to have you. Sparking up a conversation was easy, and the laughter that was shared in that camera aisle was one you’d never experienced before. Despite her brother cockblocking, as she would recall it, urging for them to go, Emerald took her sweet time typing her number into your phone. The wink she sent you had butterflies dancing in your stomach, and til this day, it still does.

Then, two weeks later, you met Shuri Udaku. Despite her wanting to keep her social status under tight lock and key, the air of regality and confidence she held did little to help her keep her identity under wraps. Not to mention, she’d seen you in her African American Literature class, and was immediately captivated by your intelligence. After class, Shuri didn’t hesitate to pull you aside, apologize for her abruptness, and ask you out on a date. She wanted to court you properly, and, if things went well, she would propose the option of making things official.

Suddenly, you found yourself catching feelings for both women, who wanted you just as much as you wanted them. And what made it harder to choose was that they not only said how much they wanted you, they thoroughly showed it in acts of service, giving you gifts, and taking on roles that previous partners of yours had never done before, and could never compare to.

At first, you believed you had to choose, but then the thought came to you; why choose, when you could have both?

You’d since begun your plot of making them both yours, and only yours, and step one had been to slowly introduce the idea of polygamy to each woman. Shuri was more susceptible to the concept, having grown up in an environment where queer relationships and polygamy were just as normal as heterosexual relationships and monogamy were. She verbally told you that she would be more than willing to give polygamy a shot, and you were more than happy that she accepted the idea.

Then, there was Emerald, who you had to put in a bit more work when talking about polygamy. She is in no way a stranger to queerness, but polygamy as a concept was something she found a bit hard to grasp. But after explaining it a few times, using a few analogies that pertained to her and her interests to better help her understand the concept, she, too, was all in for it.

Emerald and Shuri had met before, only over the phone via Facetime and in your shared group chat. The two got along swimmingly, becoming the fastest friends and soon enough shooting flirtatious words at each other within the month after confirming that they’d each be willing to give this three-person relationship a shot. The last part of this scheme, to absolutely make sure that all three of you were willing to put in the effort to make this work, was for Shuri and Emerald to meet in person.

And today was the day that Shuri and Emerald could be coming to your apartment to do just that.

You’d taken special care in your attire today, hence the lounge set you’d chosen to put on, as well as the purple diamond studded necklace with panther claws that Shuri had gifted you a while ago, and Emerald’s favorite scent on you - sage and vanilla bean, as the scent drove the woman insane.

A knock sounded at your door, breaking you from your daze and making you jog to the door to answer. It was none other than Shuri, who had also gotten the memo about loungewear, since this would be a pretty laid back and chill day. Sporting a simple dark gray sweat pant and hoodie set, and her hair in a fresh twist out letting her curls hand low on her forehead, and her ears sporting the same kimoyo earrings she always wore; Shuri looked so fucking attractive.

“Hi, usana,” She says, immediately reaching out to pull your frame against hers. Her arms instinctively snaking around your waist, her warm, slightly calloused hands feeling so warm against the small of your back as she pulled you in. Your arms instinctively went to wrap around her neck, embracing her back, and if it wasn’t in the doorway of your apartment, you’d stay there in that embrace forever.

“Hi, baby,” you whisper against her neck, the similar smell of sage and lavender ticking your nose, making you smile against her skin. You brung Shuri into your apartment, taking notice of the backpack she’d brought with her and ignoring the heat that trickled down your legs. Shuri knows your apartment by heart, and once she tucks her bag away in the storage closet, she makes her way to the couch with you.

“Where’s Em?” Shuri questions, noticing the missing presence in the apartment.

“She got held up with her brother on something, she should be here in, like, an hour.” You reply, to which Shuri acknowledges with a hum as she takes a seat on the couch. Her body sinks into the cushions, her legs spread, and she stretches, and you catch the tiniest glimpse of her toned tummy. The little sound she makes from stretching makes you giggle a bit, as you walk over to take your place on her lap.

Shuri’s hands are instinctive and skillful, positioning your body so you’re sitting across her lap, and her hands are on any bare skin she can get in contact with. She’s clingy, she normally gets like this after a long day of classes or doing her science projects. You go to embrace her once more, and her head finds comfort in your breasts, inhaling your scent, bringing her comfort.

“Missed you, my love,” she whispers against you.

“Missed you too, baby,” you reply, pressing a kiss to her temple.

The next hour is spent with the two of you just talking about your day. Your hand dances on Shuri’s undercut as she speaks, your nude acrylics creating soothing friction against the nape of her neck and the design in her undercut. It’s one of the mundane, completely normal things that turns her on the most, and while Shuri tries to keep her composure, you notice how her breath hitches ever so slightly, and the subtle shifts she makes under you.

There’s another knock at your door, and the only person it could be is Emerald. The anxious pool from before finds its way back into your stomach, as you quickly stand up to answer the door. Shuri follows after, albeit keeping a few feet of distance away to allow Emerald easy passage into the humble abode.

There in the doorway stands the last addition to your trio, in all her glory. She sports an oversized graphic t-shirt, baggy jeans and her signature Doc Martens. She has a chain dangling from her neck, and her curls also dance along her forehead beautifully.

Similar to Shuri, Emerald greets you with a “Hey, mamas,” as she brings you in by the waist, and you by her neck. After your embrace, you rush her inside, and you turn to see Emerald and Shuri greet each other warmly, with Em initiating a hand shake that Shuri gladly reciprocates, and it ends in the two women embracing each other.

“Man, you don’t know how good it is to finally meet you!” Emerald beams, showing off her killer smile to the young royal. “Wait- I ain’t gotta curtsy or none of that right? We cool off that?”

“It is good to see you, too, Em.” Shuri replies, her own smile, brighter than any sunrise you’ve ever witnessed, adorning her face. “And no, no curtsy needed. I’m just Shuri here.”

The anxiety that once pooled in your stomach disappeared the moment you saw them embrace each other. The two women took their positions on your couch (Emerald had also discarded the backpack she brought in your storage closet, and again, the heat that pooled in your core came back, more intense than before), and the two immediately made space for you between them.

“Ain’t you comin’ to sit, ma?” Emerald asked.

You shook your head, bringing the two confusion. “As much as I’d love to be in between my two favorite people - dinner isn’t gonna cook itself.” you replied, instead making your way into the kitchen, “But please, talk, get to know each other! I’m not even here!”

Your little chime brings laughter from both Emerald and Shuri, and they do as you wish, conversating amongst themselves and entertaining each other while you focus on dinner.

It’s sometime in the evening, determined by the way the pretty golden beams of the setting sun shine into your apartment through the large floor to ceiling bay windows.

Emerald had gone to fetch your bottle of wine from the kitchen, planting a quick kiss to your forehead and an even quicker swat at your butt, causing you to gasp in surprise. You shoo her out of the kitchen as she grabs two wine glasses for her and Shuri. As she approaches the couch once more, she catches sight of the way the sun does wonders to Shuri’s skin, making glow effortlessly, and damn, Emerald finds herself enraptured by this princess. And Shuri takes note of it, a small smirk plastering itself on her face.

“Something catch your eye, my gem?” Shuri asks innocently, using the nickname she had given to Emerald the moment the other became comfortable with the concept of polygamy, using it as a stepping stone to further the attraction.

Emerald scrunches her nose as she places a glass in front of Shuri, pouring the red alcoholic beverage into it, as she replies, “Shut up, princess.”

Her reply gains a chuckle from Shuri, who takes a sip of the wine when Emerald finishes pouring. She immediately recognizes the taste as the fruity bitterness slips down her throat, “Barefoot?”

“Aww, you know your liquor, aye?” Emerald sings, pouring her own class.

“It's the only thing I can keep down,” Shuri explains, “anything other than wine and I go bat-shit crazy. Learned that at my first college party.”

“Don’t tell me they gave you Henny right off the bat? No chaser?”

“Man, they didn’t even give me a warning of what would happen!” Of course, Shuri’s experience was not a laughable one, but the way she spoke of it brought a rumble of laughter from the other brown skinned woman.

“They did you wrong, princess. Don’t worry though, I ain’t gon’ set you up like that,” Emerald hums, “Besides wine, I only fucks with light liquor anyway, so that dark shit don’t even be up my alley.”

Shuri rests back on the couch as she takes in Emerald’s side profile. The sun that once shone on her skin now hit Emerald’s beautifully. The hoop earrings that hung from her ears, her fresh, shiny curls, her sharp jawline - Shuri couldn’t help but feel something warm pool into her stomach from the sight of such a beautiful woman. It’s a miracle she’s even able to be here now - her schedule had been hectic as of late, which is why the meeting between the two had been postponed until now - but she’s now grateful to be in the presence of both the women she loved.

“You look beautiful, Emerald,” Shuri suddenly blurts out, albeit confidently and not ashamed in the slightest. It catches Emerald off guard, not used to verbally hearing Shuri’s straightforwardness, but nonetheless, it excites her.

“You not bad lookin’ yourself, ‘ri,” Emerald replies, but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t heat creeping up her neck from the sudden compliment. “Aye, do you smoke?”

“Not really, no,” Shuri replied, “I’ve only ever gotten contact high, thanks to that one in there,” she continued, gesturing to your figure in the kitchen, still cooking.

“You wanna? I got a couple of blunts on me.” Emerald offers. Shuri takes a moment to think, before shrugging her shoulders in indifference. “Wouldn’t hurt, I don’t think.”

With that confirmation, Emerald fishes out a blunt from her front pocket, as well as a lighter, and with swiftness and expertise, she lights the brown roll up and takes a pull from it. Soon after it leaves her lips, she emits a puff of smoke from them. Shuri watches intently, more so the other woman’s lips than the actions she took to pull the intoxicating smoke from the blunt.

“Aight, so, it's simple shit,” Emerald begins, turning her body to face Shuri, and the princess does the same, “you just put to your lips and inhale. Don't do it too deep, though, just do it a lil’ bit, and once you feel like you got enough, you just blow out. Aight?”

Shuri nodded in confirmations, as Emerald handed Shuri the blunt. Shuri took it, examining the roll quizzingly, before raising it up to her lips and doing as she was instructed. Her lungs took a slight burn from the intake of smoke, and when she released it from behind her lips, a cough also escaped as a form of relief to her stinging lungs.

“Aye, good job, princess!” Emerald praised, raising a hand to pat Shuri’s back to aid in her slight coughing fit. She took the blunt from Shuri’s hand, seeing that she may be good for another few puffs before it was handed back to her.

“Why did it taste fruity?” Shuri inquires, intrigued by the taste of grape being left on her lips.

“Oh, the roll is flavored. This is white grape.” Emerald explains as she takes another pull of the blunt.

Shuri could feel the effects of the cannabis already taking hold, or at least, feel the smoke beginning to muddle her mind. It was an interesting feeling, made her feel light and airy, and oddly clingy. The next couple of pulls from Shuri had her fishing for Emerald’s hand to hold, of which the other woman found adorable and endearing. It reminded her of the first time she got high with you, and how incredibly touchy and clingy you were, desperate for her touch. The first night you got high together was forever emblazoned in Emerald’s mind.

“You good, princess?” Emerald asked, to which Shuri nodded, her voice becoming non-existent as the cannabis took control over her mind. She now laid her head against the couch, still fiddling with Emerald’s hand, and an idea came to Emerald’s mind. “Sit up for me, baby.”

Shuri obliged eagerly, curious to what Emerald was doing. The smoker took a deep pull from the blunt, took Shuri gently by the throat, and brought the princess’s face closer to hers. Slowly, Emerald blew the stream of smoke right into Shuri’s lips, which had already formed an ‘o’ shape to receive it. Their lips were agonizingly close, and if it wasn’t for Emerald’s hand keeping her in place, Shuri would have leaned in to kiss Emerald.

Shuri withstood the smoke, feeling her mind becoming even more muddled by the drug. And as if her mind had been read, Emerald leaned in and connected her soft lips onto Shuri’s. Immediately, the princess melted into it, following Emerald’s guiding hand.

Emerald is the first to pull away, a smirk gracing her lips once she sees just how hooked Shuri is.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Emerald mutters, and Shuri couldn’t agree more.

A voice - your voice - calls from the kitchen, your tone amused and slightly worried by Emerald’s antics. “Are you done corrupting my baby? The food is almost ready.”

“We comin’, we comin’,!” Emerald says back, putting out her blunt and setting it on the ashtray on your coffee table, moving to stand up. Now that her mind isn't consumed with how pretty Shuri looks high and intaking the smoke from the shotgun, she notices that the princess is a bit too quiet for her liking. Giving Shuri’s figure a once over, Emerald’s expert eyes ntoice the slight tremble that’s overtaking Shuri’s body.

“A-Are you my hands suppose to be shaking, Emerald?”

“Shit-”

“Em, what’s wrong?”

Emerald is no stranger to green outs, witnessing and experiencing them alike, but the idea that she was too fast and too much for the princess to handle made a pang of guilt spring in her chest.

“Nothin’! Bring Shuri a glass of water, bae!”

Perplexed, you complied, reaching into the fridge for a bottle water and bringing it to the couch where Emerald and Shuri had made themselves at home, and you soon saw why Emerald requested the clear beverege.

“What the hell- Did you green her out?!”

“It was an accident, I swear!”

It takes a split second for you to take Emerald’s previous spot on the couch, immediately going into nurturing mode and examining the extent of Shuri’s trembles. It’s only her hands and legs that are shaking, not violently but also not slightly either.

“Em, help me take her sweatshirt off, she’s sweating,” you instruct, and in another swift motion, Emerald takes a seat behind Shuri on the couch. With care you strip the princess of her sweatshirt, leaving her in her black sports bra, her skin damn with a thin layer of sweat.

“Hey, baby, look at me,” you whisper softly to Shuri, who’s blown out eyes find yours with ease despite her current state, “you’re alright, okay? Just take some deep breaths, and drink this-” your hand gently pushes the small bottle of water into her own hands, which seemed to have calmed down from their light tremors, “-and I’ll bring you something to eat, okay?”

Shuri nods, taking in your words, though her mind is too foggy to comprehend much of anything else. Emerald embraces her from behind, and Shuri graciously finds comfort in leaning back into Emerald’s chest. The cotton fabric of her shirt is cool and refreshing against Shuri’s heated skin. As you stepped away to make your two lovers their plates, Emerald assists in bringing the water to Shuri’s lips to drink. The woman downed the liquid feverishly, and returns to her previous behavior of reaching for Emerald’s hand to ground her.

Once the bottle is done and discarded, Shuri goes to her wrist, pulling off the bracelet Emerald had been eying for its simple beauty. The princess places the beads on her chest, and before Emerald has a chance to ask what she’s doing, Shuri speakds;

“Griot, read me my vitals, please.”

“Hello, princess.” a male voice sounds out, spiraling Emerald further into confusion.

“Hol’ on, is your bracelet talkin’-?”

“Your blood pressure is 80/120. Your heart rate is 102 beats per minute, slightly higher than your average 90 beats per minute. All organ and artery functions are good. You seem to be experiencing Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose, specifically due to a potent strand of cannabis known as Indica. This can cause nausea, abdominal pain, and dehydration. Would you like me to recommend foods and beverages to counteract the Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) overdose?”

“No, that is all, thank you-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Emerald’s voice interjects, “your bracelet just fucking talked-!”

In Emerald’s astonishment, Shuri directs the AI to introduce itself to Emerald, as she’s still a bit far gone in her mind to fully concentrate on explaining her invention.

“Hello. May I register your name into my memory stores, so I know how to address you?”

“Uh….Em..-Emerald Haywood?”

“Hello ‘Em’. Is it alright if I address you as such?”

“Uh…sure?”

“Okay, Em. My name is Griot. I am an artificial intelligence designed by and to assist Princess Shuri in her scientific and engineering endeavors. My primary functions outside of laboratory duties are to read the Princess her daily vitals, generate answers to the Princess’s questions based on searches through the World Wide Web, and set and read out reminders for the Princess throughout her day.”

Emerald is too shocked to speak - never in her life had she encountered a piece of technology so advanced. She knew that Shuri was a pretty important person, and a literal genius, so it’s no surprise she would come in contact with one of her creations, but nothing like this ever crossed her mind.

“Thank you for the vital read, Griot,” you say, as you come from the kitchen holding two plates of food in your hand. You set them on the coffee table, one for each woman.

“Hello Ms. (Y/N). You are welcome for the vital read.”

“Does Shuri have any important messages from home?”

The AI beeps, stalls for a second, before responding, “No new messages, Ms. (Y/N).”

“Good, you can go on standby, then. We’ll take care of Shuri’s green out.”

The AI bids you farewell and beeps off, and Shuri sends you a look that says ‘thank you’ in reference to you checking her messages, something she’d been bad on doing as of late. You turn to Emerald’ who is still staring at the silver beads resting on her partners chest, then shoots a look back up to you.

“She got a talkin’ bracelet-”

“They’re called kimoyo beads, babe. And it’s an AI installed in it-”

“Do you got a talkin’ bracelet I don't know about?!”

You shake your head, instead bringing attention to a pair of earrings similar to Shuri’s. “I have earrings instead. They’re more discreet this way.”

“....so when can I get a talkin’ bracelet, or earrings, or whatever?”

“Oh my god, Em, just help Shuri eat something so the THC don’t eat away at her more than it already has.”

At that, Shuri makes a move to sit up on her own, slow and albeit a bit wobbly, still coming down from the unpleasant experience from the THC overdose. “I’m-I’m okay. I can eat on my own….I think.”

After you’ve gotten your food, the next hour is spent with Emerald and you practically doting on the princess as she recovers miraculously fast from her green out. Perhaps it is due to the vibranium herbal stores in the kimoyo beads, of which would have been released onto the skin and penetrate the surface level when Shuri’s body began displaying signals of distress. Or, it could be the enhancement the heart-shaped herb gave Shuri’s immune system when ingested long ago. The cause of her recovery didn’t matter as much as the fact that she was better, and was able to function without tremors disrupting her movements.

The three of you ate in peace while a movie played - Emerald’s commentary being more of the star of the show than the actual characters in the movie. In that time, you were able to take in both women in all their glory. Their warm, sun kissed skin which now glowed from the warm white light your LED’s were shining, the way they were so trained on the television, the way they interacted with each other. You couldn’t believe that earlier you had any doubts of the two not getting along once they’d met each other in person. If anything, they seemed like they’d already known each other their whole lives.

Once dinner was finished and another round of wine was shared, you took the dirty dishes in the kitchen and prepared to clean up what little mess was left from your cooking. Emerald watched your figure shrink away into the kitchen area, thinking of something.

“Hey, princess,” she calls to the other woman, who responds with a hum, as her lips were currently occupied with the red alcoholic beverage in her cup.

“You’re around here more, right? Cuz you go to the same college bae-bae does right?” Emerald asks, using her nickname for you. Shuri nods, confirming Emerald’s suspicions with another hum.

“So have y’all, like, fucked recently?”

The question takes Shuri off guard, but gets her to think as well. After a moment, the princess shakes her head. “I think the last time we were intimate was…a month ago?”

“Damn, a month?”

“Yes - but I believe she had a lot of important projects coming up for that one photography class of hers.”

“Hm. Interesting.”

Emerald peers over her shoulder to take a glance at you, still scrubbing away in the kitchen. Shuri follows her gaze, slowly catching on to what Emerald was insinuating.

“And you two? How long has it been, I mean?”

“Shit, probably like a month and a half. I been dealing with shit with my brother, but normally she goes crazy if she don’t get it, y’know?”

“Indeed, I do know. The longest we’ve ever gone without sex would have been two weeks. I was away at home, and when I came back…for lack of better words, she was quite feral.”

There’s another pause, and Shuri and Emerald share a look.

“You don’t think…it was deliberate, her making us wait this long?”

“I think that she thinks shit is sweet, tryna play us like this.”

Emerald takes a swig of wine from her glass, swirling the red liquid inside. Then, abruptly, she stops. A lightbulb goes off in her head, and it’s evident by the smirk that grows on her lips. Shuri catches this, and has an idea of what Emerald’s mind is already concocting.

“What’re you planning, my gem?” Shuri questions with a knowing look, a crooked smile of anticipation gracing her lips.

“Just thinkin’...we should give her what she wants…” Emerald replies, placing her glass back on the coffee table, her smirk increasing, “...or not.”

Shuri’s eyebrows raise, though not with surprise; more out of anticipation…excitement. Admittedly, as soon as she had caught onto what Em was insinuating, she had felt that bud of excitement slowly unfurl in her stomach, only furthered by the attraction she had quickly grown towards Em and the attraction she already had for you.

“Oh, we’ll give her something. Who knew our girl could be so schemeful?”

The sound of the sink turning off interrupts Em before she canspeak. They both hear you rummaging around, tidying up whatever you had used before presumably joining them. Em takes the chance to connect her gaze with Shuri’s, nodding subtly to the storage closet where they both had placed their bags…the bags that contained the items that would surely make you think twice about doing something like this again.

Shuri, her smile widening, stands and quietly makes her way over, opening it and grabbing both bags. Ever since she had seen Em walk in and deposit the bag in your storage, a small part of her had been constantly thinking about what could be in; now, her heart speeds up slightly at the thought of finding out soon enough.

The silence in the other room makes you pause, as only a few seconds ago you had heard their voices, slightly drowned out by the running water, but there nonetheless. Now…it was silent. Almost abruptly so.

You quickly wipe your hands on the nearest towel before turning and making your way back into the main room, your eyes instantly flickering between your two favorite women. The sight that you meet makes you pause in your tracks, your heart seeming to know what was going before you did as it speeds up slightly.

“Is everything okay?”

Shuri sets the bags her and Em brought on the ground, her gaze landing on you afterwards. There’s a knowing look in her eye paired with something you could only liken to the look she adopted whenever you did something that amused her or made her proud. Your body reacted on its own, the same ball of heat from earlier slowly gaining size where it rested in your core. Though, as soon as you turn your gaze to Em, that heat turns into something you can just barely contain.

Her eyes narrow as she gazes at you from her spot on the couch, the dark pools of brown harboring a look that you recognize immediately.

“You think you slick, don’t you?”.

The question paired with the smug tone in Em’s voice has your body clenching around nothing, the ball of eat moving to envelop your entire body. The next breath you take in is shaky as your eyes move to Shuri. She only cocks her head, her eyes appraising you from where she stood.

“Em, baby, what are you talking about-”

Emerald sets her wine glass down with a sigh, leaning forward and pulling herself to the edge of her seat. Her eyes connect with yours with an intensity that’s so strong that it practically has you shaking as she motions for you to walk closer. It's so intense and so heady that you don’t realize you’re being surrounded until you feel a solid line of heat against your back, effectively trapping you in front of Em’s sitting form in front of you.

A small gasp leaves your mouth as Shuri’s hands snake around your waist. One is pressed open-palmed against your stomach, holding you in place, while the other raises and presses right against the space beneath your breasts. Her hands are gentle, but firm enough to tell you that you aren’t going anywhere unless she lets you. Her hands don’t move an inch as she lowers her head, placing a kiss against the shell of your hair only to continue placing them down the length of your neck. Her actions make your eyes flutter slightly, every other breath of yours hitched and shaky.

“Don’t play that. You know exactly what we talkin’ about- tryna play us like we wouldn’t figure it out.” There's a hint of authority in Em’s tone as she speaks, and you’re no stranger to it, as you had heard it more than once. But if it isn’t her voice and her words that make the insides of your thighs slick with arousal, then its the way she suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down, right onto the apex of her thigh. The feeling of her thigh against your clothed core is consuming enough to make you shiver, your hands raising and landing on her shoulder to give yourself more leverage.

“Keeping us away from you…makin’ up those excuses ‘bout being busy…and then gettin’ us to come here?” Every sentence is emphasized by her hands rocking your hips with a precision that's almost deadly. With every rock, the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs brushes perfectly against hers, making you curse.

“Thought you were doin’ somethin, huh?”

Shuri’s hands had shifted as you straddled Em’s leg, one raising to cup the underside of your jaw while the other slipped deftly under the cropped tank top adorning your top half. She cupped one of your bra-clad breasts, her thumb rubbing over the underside of it. The waves of pleasure emitting from your top and bottom half makes your eyes flutter until they close, your head falling back slightly to rest on Shuri’s chest.

“We’ll give you what you want, what you schemed so hard for…”

Shuri’s voice is almost raspy as she speaks into your ear, her lips brushing against your skin. The hand placed on your jaw reaches around until her slender fingers cover the expanse of your neck. Her hand presses into the diamond and vibranium encrusted necklace she had given you, the points of the panther claws digging slightly into your skin and only adding on another layer of pleasure.

EM’s hands tighten, increasing the speed with which she maneuvers your hips until you’re panting slightly, your throat bobbing with each breath under Shuri’s hand.

“But we’ll do it on our terms, now.”

Her sentence is almost close to a reprimand, making your eyes snap open right as Em’s hands stop, holding you in place. The pleasure that had been building quickly comes to a stand still, making a whine leave your mouth as you try rocking your hips once more. Em’s hands are unrelenting in their strength, not letting you move an inch as she stares up at you, a smirk slowly raising the corner of her mouth.

Any and all words you think of die on the tip of your tongue as Shuri’s hands pull you backwards, prompting you to stand on your feet once more. Your core throbbed as the pressure made by Em’s thigh disappeared.

Emerald watches as Shuri pulls you against her, one hand still on your neck while the other is placed on your hip. With a sound of frustration in your ear, Shuri quickly reaches for the cardigan hanging off your shoulders, pulling it until she all but rips it off your frame, and leaving you in the matching cotton shorts and cropped tank top.

“An entire month of nothing, and now you want to act shy. Why is that, usana? Hm?”

Emerald leans forward, blindly reaching for one of the bags that had been brought out, and the mere sight of her reaching in before pulling out the strap you had grown very comfortable with has your thighs clenching together and a whine crawling up your throat. It makes itself known as you breathlessly speak,

“Please. I just wanted-”

“We know what you want.”

Her movements are quick as her fingers wrap beneath the necklace adorning your neck, tightening it slightly. Every coherent thought of yours flies out of the window as Shuri’s hand suddenly delves beneath the waistband of your shorts, cupping your clothed core. The sudden sensation makes you jump, your ass pressing firmly into the front of her body as you bend over slightly.

“Shit-!”

She doesn’t give you time to recover or even catch your breath before her fingers are moving in tight circles over your clit, her other arm pulling you up until your back is pressed against her chest.

The feeling of Shuri’s fingers working you over while the other gently squeezes your neck makes your eyes roll back in pleasure, a drawn out moan leaving your lips. Her arm across your chest is strong enough to keep you standing on your shaky legs, as with each pass of her skilled fingers across the most sensitive part of you makes it harder to function.

It makes a tightness build in the pit of your stomach, one that only threatens to send out waves of pure pleasure and make you lose your bearings. One hand lands on her wrist where it disappears beneath your shorts, fingers wrapping around it while you soundlessly plead for her to keep going, while the other raises and grabs the back of her neck.

You can feel it building, the urge to let go and let Shuri’s hand alone work you through the orgasm cresting like a wave over your consciousness. Your mouth falls open and your breaths come quicker, pleas being mingled in with small cries…

And then Shuri wrenches her hand away, and the sound that leaves your mouth is borderline mournful as your orgasm is stopped abruptly.

Maybe you should’ve thought more about your little scheme and what would happen if they found out. You had been banking on them both being too worked up after a month or so to punish you like this, but that was obviously a mistake.

“Shuri, please…”

“You waited an entire month for this moment…I think you can wait a little longer.”

Her words make a whimper leave your mouth because…how much longer would you have to wait?

“Which one you want, princess?”

It's the sound of mischievousness and anticipation in Em’s honey smooth voice that makes your eyes snap open…and its the sight of the strap dangling from one hand while her go-to vibrator is in the other that makes your pussy clench around nothing.

This is it, this is how you die.

Em had at some point taken off her shirt and her pants, leaving her in a sports bra and a pair of boxers that hugged her hips. You swallow hard as she walks towards you, the toys in her hands taunting you with how much pleasure and punishment they could bring.

“I want something that’ll make her beg.”

Shuri’s words are emphasized by her hands turning you around before pushing you onto the couch, her and Em’s eyes appraising you as you lean back.

You wanted to tell them to hurry up and get on with it. You had been waiting for an entire month, albeit by your own willingness; but that entire month had been filled with you having to physically restrain yourself from jumping them whenever you saw them.

You weren’t in any position to make demands, though. You were completely and utterly at the mercy of both of your lovers…and it made you nervous and excited.

“We gon make her beg, alright.”

Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you watch with hooded eyes as Em drops the vibrator in its protective case on the table. She wraps her arms around Shuri’s waist from behind, her eyes holding yours as she lowers her lips to press a lingering, open mouthed kiss to where Shuri’s neck and shoulder meet.

Her hands spread Shuri’s legs slightly before hooking into the waistband of her sweatpants and pulling them down, all while continuing to press her lips against any skin she could reach. The sight of Shuri’s head falling back against Em’s shoulder, her strong jawline in perfect view as it clenches makes your hand act on its own accord. It slides down, running over your breasts and the tips of your hardened nipples before continuing its path to your leaking pussy. The warning in Em’s eyes makes your actions halt, your eyes instantly focusing on the sight of her hands skillfully wrapping the buckles around Shuri’s thighs before fastening them in the back. Her hand picks up a bottle that had been placed on the table, opening it and squeezing a generous amount of the lube into her hand.

“Look at her, ‘Ri.”

Shuri’s eyes follow Em’s words, connecting with yours right as Em’s hand closes over the shaft of the silicone dildo hanging between Shuri’s legs. She glides her hand up and down the length of it as the corner of her lips curve into a smile you know all too well; one that says she knows exactly what's about to happen but you don’t.

“Look how needy she is...after a month of playin, now she wanna act impatient.”

It only takes a few steps for Em to step around Shuri and make her way around the couch you’re on, your eyes following her until they physically can’t anymore. You crane your neck to try and get a glimpse of where she disappeared behind you, but your attention is quickly pulled back when you feel your necklace being grabbed.

Shuri’s eyes are hard when you look back, and she’s closer than she had been mere seconds ago. You rarely forget about the Black Panther’s abilities she had adopted, but her speed, agility, and endurance whenever you two fucked had always served as a good reminder.

“Take these off before I rip them off.” Her hands fist into the material of the cotton shorts adorning your bottom half, and you eagerly and quickly move to follow her directions, knowing full well that she could.

Your hips lift off of the couch and your hands scramble to pull them off, something you’ve been waiting to do ever since they both showed up, but your movements aren’t fast enough for the princess; that much is obvious in the way she growls before grabbing your hips, pulling them to the edge of the couch and quickly wrenching your shorts and underwear down.

The startled yelp that leaves your mouth quickly turns into a gasp as the air hits your pussy, the slickness making the air colder than it is as Shuri pushes your legs further apart. The sound of your folds separating with a squelch has a hissed breath leaving Shuri’s mouth, her eyes focusing on the part of you that she loved to bury her face into; the part of you that fed her when she was thirsting for you and gave her life while simultaneously making her want to stay until she could no longer breathe.

“How’s our girl looking, ‘Ri?”

Em’s question comes right before her hands abruptly pull your shirt up and reach beneath the cups of your bra, replacing them with her cold, firm hands. In a single motion, she has them spilling out, the straps of your bra falling down your shoulders. She rolls them in the palms of her hands, your back arching as her fingers tweak your nipples, rolling them between her fingers and gently pulling on them.

Shuri presses the pad of her thumb right onto your clit, the pressure making you jerk slightly. She drags it down between your folds, collecting the slick that’s gathered and just spreading it more, taking special care to spread it around your entrance. Your eyes threaten to close at her actions, your jaw becoming slack as heavy breaths leave your mouth; but you’re hellbent on watching everything they do to you. You had been waiting for this moment; you’d be damned if you didn't see everything.

Shuri’s voice is rough but proud as she answers Em’s question. She slows her motions, drawing out the sounds that come from her thumb swirling through your folds.

“She’s practically dripping, and its all for us.”

“And we not wasting a drop of it, are we?”

Instead of answering, Shuri separates her thumb from your clit before lifting it. Before she can get far, Em’s hand is reaching forward to grab it, lowering her head until she can wrap her lips around Shuri’s thumb. She’s positioned right over you, giving you the perfect view of how her jaw works as she swirls her tongue around Shuri’s fingers, collecting every inch of your arousal she could.

Em hums as she pulls back, the sound coming from low in her throat and shooting straight to your center.

“Oh, we not wastin’ that.”

Shuri lets go of your necklace, but its only to grab the backs of your knees and hike them into the air. She places a knee on the edge of the couch, pushing your knees towards your ears and just about folding you in half. As if they had communicated without speaking, Em’s hands replaced Shuri’s, keeping your legs suspended.

Needless to say, your flexibility had improved greatly after fucking around with Emerald Haywood and Shuri.

The position has your pussy bared to Shuri in its entirety, clenching around nothing in anticipation for the slight burn of being stretched.

Shuri’s eyes take it all in, dark and half lidded as if intoxicated from the sight, the smell, and the sound alone.

“What's your safe word?”

You can barely get the word out, your breath trembling. Her question only tells you that what's about to happen to you may warrant a safe word. It isn’t surprising, as it was a regular occurrence for both of them to ask for your safe word in separate settings…but being reminded of it while being in the clutches of both Emerald and Shuri had you trembling.

You have the nerve to think that she’ll continue even without you answering the question, but when her eyes, questioning and demanding at the same time, raise and meet yours…you know that it's in your better interest to answer.

“B-button.”

The word is barely out of your mouth before Shuri is wrapping a hand around the dildo and lining it up at your entrance, her eyes not straying from yours for a second.

“You good, ‘bae?”

Em’s voice is soft as she whispers into your ear, placing a kiss on your earlobe where your kimoyo earring sits. She shifts so that the crook of her elbow holds your leg, freeing her hand and letting it go back to your breast. She firmly cups your breast in one hand, her fingers rubbing over your nipple slowly. You can only nod in silence, your lips parting and your breath leaving you quickly. Shuri’s eyes meet Em’s as she braces her hands against the back of the couch.

A cry tears from your throat as Shuri snaps her hips forward, burying herself until the base of the strap brushes slightly against your skin. The burn is familiar, as well is the feeling of being stretched close to your breaking point…but it's welcomed.

There’s a slight burn in your legs as they start shaking already, but you don’t have to worry about them moving.

“Open your eyes, babygirl.”

“Look at me.”

Both Em and Shuri’s voices ring out at the same time and your eyes open, not wanting to disobey either one of them. You hadn’t even noticed that they had closed, too engrossed in the feeling of Shuri firmly situated between your walls while Em’s hands worked you over, adding a layer of pleasure that penetrated your entire consciousness.

Your lips move soundlessly, your breath being stolen by the waves of pleasure wracking your body and lighting every nerve of yours on fire. You want to beg Shuri to just move- you want to feel the length of her hitting every spot it could reach inside you…but she just stays still, buried fully inside of you.

“Use your words, mamas.”

Emerald’s voice reminds you that you answer to both of them tonight, and its with great difficulty that you find your voice.

“I want you. Fuck, use me. Use me, use me-”

That was evidently all Shuri needed to hear.

Her fingers close around the necklace she gifted you, pulling you forward just enough for you to have the perfect view of her disappearing into you before pulling out and slamming back in. Every stroke makes you jerk slightly, though you can’t go far due to both of their grips on you.

The desperation and lust in your voice makes a quick breath leave Em, her own pussy throbbing slightly as she watches her princess drill into her babygirl. She can hear her own breaths, slightly louder than usual, as she quickly raises her fingers to her mouth, quickly swiping her tongue over them.

She only has to lean forward slightly to reach what she’s been wanting to touch all day.

Your legs threaten to close as her fingers land on your clit, but Shuri’s hand grabbing your ankle stops that from happening. In doing so, it only allows her to hit a different angle…a different spot; one that has black spots entering your vision.

Incoherent words leave your mouth at the overstimulation that's quickly building, forming a ball of heat in your stomach. It’s almost too much, having that one spot hit over and over, relentlessly, while Em worships your clit with only her fingers.

“Oooh, baby. I’m bout…I can’t. Em, please, I can’t hold it…”

Your words are slurred as your head lolls back. It lands in the crook of Em’s neck and she takes the chance to wrap her slender fingers around your jaw, tilting your head back more to where she can whisper directly into your ear. Her breath is hot as it brushes against your skin, and the small sensation makes another whine leave your throat.

“Yes, you can. Take it. Take it, babygirl.”

Her words only push you closer to the edge, making your moans rise in volume until…well, until you’re sure you’ll have to apologize to your neighbors in the morning.

There are a multitude of sounds echoing through the space around you; the sound of Shuri’s thighs slapping against your ass, the soft squelching that comes from her strap entering your pussy, her heavy breaths that she emphasizes each stroke with, Em’s whispered words that alternated between demands and words of praise.

Shuri can’t stop the sounds of pure lust from leaving her own lips as she drills into you. Her eyes rake down your body, lingering on the way your bare chest heaves and how the thin layer of sweat reflects the lights above you. They zero in on the way Em’s fingers rub relentlessly at your clit, slipping slightly because of how wet you are.

They zero in on how your hand lands on the back of Em’s neck, your acrylics digging slightly into her skin to hold her closer…and they zero in on the look of pure adoration, love, and lust in your half-lidded eyes as you look at her.

She can tell by the way you’re mumbling incoherently, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, that your orgasm is close to washing completely over you. While she loves to hear you whimper and plead for sweet release, knowing that she had you right under her thumb, she has to admit that the sight of you cumming is a sight that she’ll never grow tired of. Its the desire to see exactly that which makes her push your leg back further, opening you up even more and drilling almost impossibly deeper.

“Shuri, ‘m bout to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-”

“You gon cum? Hm?”

Em’s fingers speed up, enough to make your bottom half tremble with how fast her motions are.

“Didn’t we say you have to beg for it?”

Shuri’s words don’t affect her motions at all; if anything, they only intensify. It makes the cry that had slowly been building in the base of your throat leave your mouth, hoarse and full of pleasure.

“Please! Please, can I cum- please, let me, I can’t-”

There are tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as they shut tightly, making you miss the look shared between Emerald and Shuri.

Its easy for the both of them to share in a feeling of desire, as they both harbored a need to take care of you…and to fuck you so well you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name.

They communicated silently, only talking to you after they both gave subtle nods to each other.

“Let go. Let go, usana.”

Almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you, stealing your breath and making your body lock up. Your back arches off of the couch as your hand scrambles to grab something, eventually landing on Shuri’s wrist. It feels like it lasts for a few minutes, at least, and the entire time, you have to focus on not passing out. Its so intense that you can barely hear both Shuri and Em as they talk you through it.

You can feel Shuri as she continues to slowly pump into you, every detail on the strap rubbing deliciously against your walls, and you can still feel Em as she slows her movements down, only slightly, as she continues rubbing at your overstimulated clit.

It’s only after your body sags against the couch once again, breaths heavy and hard to control, that they both stop their movements. Shuri slowly slides out of you, making a small noise leave your mouth at the empty feeling that follows.

She lowers herself onto the couch beside you, her eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction only to find nothing but something she would liken to ecstasy.

Em slowly brings her fingers to a stop, reveling in how slick they are, and reveling in the fact that it all belonged to you. She lets her wet fingers brush over any skin they come across as she drags her hand up your sweat covered body before gently lowering your legs . She uses the same hand to turn your face towards hers, your eyes fluttering as you tried to find her through your blurry vision.

“You good, ‘ma?”

You can only nod, an affirming tone escaping your throat. Ignoring the fact that your limbs are so heavy you can’t exactly move them yet and the realization that your legs will most definitely be nonfunctional tomorrow, you’d say that you were in a blissful state.

“How is she?”

Your vision clears just enough for you to see the satisfied smile on Em’s face as she looks at you, and it makes a groggy, tired grin appear on your face. She leans in, connecting her lips with yours for a few seconds before pulling back and planting another kiss on your forehead.

“She’s good. A lil out of it…but she’s good.”

‘Out of it’ is probably an understatement.

A soft laugh leaves Shuri’s mouth as her hand fixes your necklace around your neck, her fingers running gently over the small marks the necklace made in your skin. The sensation makes your head loll to the side to find her eyes, and when you do, her smile widens.

“What do you need, usana?”

You were coherent enough to recognize both of their questions as the same ones they asked after fucking you separately. The realization that you really had the best of both worlds within this relationship made your grin widen and made your heart soar.

“I’m okay. Just…stay here, both of you.”

That was something they both were eager to do, and it was evident in their actions. Shuri reaches down, grabbing her discarded sweatshirt before helping you sit up and pull it over your body. Em stands, making her way to the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth on the way only to quickly come back with it soaked in warm water.

She sits on the other side of you, taking notice of how quickly Shuri had unfastened the strap and set it to the side. The princess looks up and at Em, a fond and loving look on her face that’s undoubtedly a result of seeing the dopey smile on your face. Em shakes her head in amusement as she lowers herself onto the couch before using the wash cloth and cleaning between your legs. The feeling makes you jump slightly as it brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves, Em gently reassuring you that she’s basically done before she even started.

The wash cloth is set somewhere, but you can only focus on the feeling of pure relaxation that's taking over your limbs, making a small yawn escape your mouth and your eyes close.

Your limbs are maneuvered by two sets of hands until you’re laying on someone’s chest, your body pressing along the line of theirs with their arm around your shoulders. The light scent of sage and lavender tells you that you’re laying on top of Shuri, and you look forward to the feeling of Em joining you, but a few seconds pass without that happening.

“How the hell we all gon fit on this couch?”

“We’ll figure it out. Come, my gem. You know you want to join.”

There’s a teasing tone in Shuri’s voice as she addresses Em, and you can feel one of her arms lift to presumably beckon her closer. Without even lifting your head, you reach out blindly until you grab onto her hand. You pull until her legs hit the couch, and only then do you scoot until you’re pressed against the back of the couch, making room for her to join.

“If I fall, I’m gettin on both of y’all’s asses.”

Your lips curve into a smile at her words and at the feeling of the couch dipping further. An arm is thrown around your waist, and the feeling of comfort intensifies as you’re embraced by the two people who hold your heart between them.

Shuri loves the early morning sunrise that your studio apartment gets in the morning. The floor to ceiling windows does wonders for allowing natural lighting into your space, and she’s found herself sitting in the space right in front of the clear glass, where the wooden floor of the main room meets the little one-two steps that lead into the tiled kitchen area. It’s where the light shines the brightest, where the heat of the suns beams is strongest.

Shuri communes with herself here, whenever she visits you. Early in the morning while you're still fast asleep, curled in your blankets and pillows just like you were now, Shuri takes the time to sneak away into the warm little spot on the floor, to meditate, to ground herself, to just think.

But sometimes, Shuri thinks too much.

She thinks of everything, and she thinks of nothing. Millions of thoughts plague her mind every day and every night, even protruding into her dreams, on the rare occasions she does have. It’s only in your arms that the thoughts quiet down, and the voices are held at bay, but they aren’t kept away for long. Because at some point, she’ll have to face them again, and they will consume her, and you aren’t always in her corner when she needs you to take them away.

So, she’s learned to sit with them. Let them overwhelm her brain like static. Eventually, they calm down, and she can breathe again. And it's mornings like these, where she sits in the glow of the morning sun, where the thoughts aren’t so loud, and Shuri’s mind is at ease, that she enjoys the most.

“What’chu doin’ up this early, princess?”

Her voice comes first - rich, smooth, slightly raspy from sleep, and for a moment. It’s addictive, especially now that she’s had the pleasure of hearing it in person, and not from her holographic screen next to her bed from the three of you falling asleep on call together.

Then, comes the gentle touch of her hand - short french-tipped nails brush against Shuri’s cheek and the warmth of her open palm causes the princess’s head to lean into it. She stands behind Shuri, and it takes all of her to not lean back into the other woman’s legs.

“Nothing, my gem,” Shuri assures Emerald, as she opens her eyes, greeted by the reflection of her lover caressing her face lovingly, “just thinking.”

Emerald is a sight to see in the morning. Sweats that hang dangerously low on her hips revealing the band of her boxers that are snug on her pelvis, and a loose cropped shirt that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair hangs low, curls obscuring her eyes, and it only makes her look more tempting to the princess.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout what?” Emerald asks, moving to take a seat next to you, her body pointed to Shuri’s, which faces the window.

The princess shrugs, not really knowing the answer herself. “I don’t know, really.”

“Do you think a lot?”

“Unfortunately.”

Emerald hums in response, her hand still resting on Shuri’s cheek. “What about?”

“A lot of things,” Shuri answers, “a lot of things that would certainly overwhelm you, or (Y/N).”

“So, princess things?”

“Princess things…and then some.”

A soft chuckle escapes both of their lips, with a smile that stays on Emerald’s as she takes in Shuri’s appearance. She still had on the same sweatpants as yesterday, as well as the sports bra, but the sight couldn’t be any more delicious to the dark skinned woman. It didn’t help that her eyes were half-lidden and her curls were a mess, a sure sign that the princess was still riddled with sleep.

“I don’t like thinking sometimes,” Shuri mutters after a moment. Emerald hums once more, urging her to continue.

“It’s too much to think, sometimes. People expect me to, though. To think, to have all the answers. I do- well, not all the answers to everything, but I do get answers. But I also get overwhelmed. Sometimes…I wish someone else could do the thinking for a while. Let my brain get quiet for a bit. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to think, but I’m sure, compared to now, it was pleasant.”

Shuri mumbles on, and Emerald takes into account her body language as she speaks - she’s relaxed, but still slightly rigid. She can see it in the way Shuri’s stomach is tense, possibly with anxiousness. Emerald understands why, even though she jokes about it often; she knows the job of a royal isn’t easy, especially for Shuri. She think’s for everyone and has no outlet of her own to turn to.

“You don’t wanna think for a while, right?”

Shuri pauses for a moment, before nodding her head ‘yes’ in response.

“I can make that happen for you, princess.”

Before Shuri has a chance to question Emerald’s statement, she feels her other hand gliding against her midsection in a soothing, almost sultry motion. The low octave of which she spoke made warmth pool into Shuri’s stomach, into her core. Chocolate brown irises bore into each other deeply, tempting each other to lean in.

“I can help you stop thinkin’, is that what you want, baby?”

Shuri nods, this time her reaction is almost immediate. Emerald leans in and captures Shuri’s lips in a breathtaking kiss. It soon turns passionate; Emerald is on Shuri’s lap, and the princess’s grip on her hips is deadly as she whines into the kiss, heat pooling into Shuri's core, begging for attention.

Once the need for oxygen becomes too great, Emerald is the first to pull away, lips swollen and chest heaving from the intensity of the kiss. She stands, pulling Shuri up with her, and places a quick kiss onto the princess’s lips while tugging at her bottoms.

“Bed. Now.” Emerald demands. “And take these off, too. I’ma be right back.”

Shuri is quick to follow instructions - as Emerald goes to retrieve her strap from her bag in the storage closet, Shuri makes quick work at discarding her clothes and takes back her place on the bed, of which the three of you had retreated to at some point during the night after your previous lovemaking session.

It’s only when she’s back on the bed that she remembers your presence there, too, her eyebrows furrowed together. Although you were a deep sleeper, and can - and have - slept through violent storms and countless other loud actions, was Emerald seriously about to fuck her right next to you?

Out of her peripheral, Shuri sees Emerald return, her sweats discarded and now replaced with the boxer briefs needed for her strap. She makes a trek for the coffee table, grabbing the vibrator case that was discarded there the night prior, and from it, she produces one of the two vibrators from the set. A tiny bullet vibrator, and the sight of it alone forces Shuri to swallow the whine she desperately wants to emit, while she can feel her pussy leaking with anticipation.

Emerald climbs onto the bed, her presence demanding Shuri’s attention, knowing what the princess beneath her is thinking.

“Don’t think ‘bout her,” Emerald says, referencing your sleeping figure, your back turned to them as you snoozed soundly, deep in slumber, “don’t think, baby, just feel, can you do that for me?”

Fuck, Emerald is too good at this. Too good at taking command, too good at picking apart Shuri’s mind.

“Need you to let me in that pretty head of yours, princess. Let me take control,” Emerald leans down onto Shuri’s body, leaving kisses from her lips, trailing down her jawline, into the dip of her neck. It leaves the princess breathless, so much so that she doesn’t even hear when Emerald activates the vibrator.

“You gon’ let me in there, Princess?”

Shuri nods eagerly, but it’s nothing compared to the gasp that leaves her lips when Emerald presses the tiny bullet right onto Shuri’s dripping heat, the unholy noises that come from the vibrations and her slick meeting. The metal of the device is cold at first, but with Emerald’s skillful hands circling the device around Shuri’s clit in agonizingly slow motions, it’s not long before Shuri’s brain becomes muddled and weak.

“Fuck, fuck, Em, please…” Shuri whines when the device is place right onto her clit, which is only encouragement for the other woman to continue. There’s a slight tremble in Shuri’s legs already, and it gets Emerald excited.

“Princess is already goin’ dumb,” she hums affectionately right into Shuri’s ear, and the statement awakens something deep within her that she wasn’t aware was even present, “goin’ dumb over a lil’ vibe?”

Shuri’s ability to speak was stripped from her with Em’s words, even more so when she slipped a digit in between her seeping folds. A silent moan left Shuri’s lips at the added pressure, her head began shifting from side to side, overwhelmed from the littlest of contact.

Emerald pressed soothing kisses onto Shuri’s neck while her digit pumped in and out of Shuri’s folds, a gasp of her own slipping past her lips once she actually got a feel for how wet the princess was. Shuri’s pussy was practically sopping with slick, making her in and out motions seem effortless. There was so much, she was surprised her entire hand wasn’t covered with it. It was too tempting - Emerald had to have a taste.

Shuri’s eyes were closed, too caught up in the feeling of pleasure. The sudden absence of Emerald’s face in her neck made the princess whine, but it was soon replaced with a silent scream when the vibrator that had been abusing her clit for the past few minutes was removed, and replaced with Emerald’s tongue.

“Oh, fuck, n-no, Em, please-” but it was too late. The vibrator deactivated and discarded, Emerald’s now free hand went to place itself on top of Shuri’s abdomen, steadying the princess’s desperate attempts at shying away, but Emerald wasn’t having it. She added another digit, picked up the pace, and started curling her fingers inside Shuri’s velvety walls, trying to pinpoint the spot that would have her legs trembling. And when Emerald did find it, and started brushing it mercilessly while her tongue did wonders on Shuri’s clit, the princess couldn’t control the volume of her voice anymore.

“Em, em, I’m cumming-” Shuri whines, her eyes beginning to swell with tears of overwhelming pleasure, “please- please, I can’t- oh, Bast, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-!”

Emerald’s assault on Shuri’s pussy remained ruthless as the princess rode out her high, the blinding pleasure being taken out on the poor sheets and Emerald’s poor curls, but the sting only edged Emerald on further. It took everything in Shuri to not let the Black Panther strength overtake her as her legs closed around Emerald’s head, tremors racking through her limbs in waves. IT’s only when Shuri is coming down that Emerald’s actions begin to slow to a halt.

Emerald lifts her head to see Shuri, spent and breathless, her chest heaving from the intensity of her climax. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, it drives Emerald insane. She slowly pulls her fingers from Shuri’s fluttering core, making the princess’s legs close once again and her core clench around nothing. The lack of presence inside of her makes her whine, but Emerald has plans to fix that soon.

When Shuri opens her eyes once again, the sight before has the slick between her legs pooling once again. Emerald has brung the fingers which were previously buried deep inside of her to her lips, relishing in Shuri’s delectable taste. It’s a sight that has Shuri’s head falling back onto the pillow, desperate for Emerald’s touch once again.

Said woman climbs her way back up to Shuri’s face, taking care to glance at your figure to make sure you were still sleeping. Once your figure is confirmed to be still fast asleep, Emerald plants a series of kisses onto Shuri’s lips, of which the princess returns just as eagerly. “You good, princess?”

Shuri is too breathless to speak, so all that comes out in response is a nod and a short whine, which makes Emerald chuckle. “Got you so dumb, can’t even speak.”

Her words have an intense heat creep up Shuri’s neck, because she knew part of it was true. “That’s fine. I’ll just learn your body instead.”

Shuri jumps when the tip of the cool silicone brushes against her sensitive clit, another whine emitting from her lips. She’s about to question when did Emerald have time to slip the strap into place in her boxers, but the other woman is already a step ahead of her. She’s stroking Shuri’s thighs as she gets them into position, helping the princess relax, even though the events of her previous orgasm are still present in the light trembles that run through Shuri’s legs.

“Hold ‘em back for me baby,” it’s so embarrassing, but Shuri complies, holding the back of her knees in the crevice of her elbow, bearing her sopping wet heat to Emerald, and she all but gasps at the sight of such a pretty pussy on display just for her. It’s nothing compared to the pictures and videos she was blessed with until now, and Emerald takes her time drinking in the sight. Though it’s not long before Shuri gets needy again, and Emerald has to shush the princess with promises of taking care of her soon enough.

“Need you to do somethin’ for me, princess,” Emerald says, as she aligns the strap to Shuri’s entrance, lubricating the silicone with the other woman’s cum and slick, “Need you to focus on my strap, okay? Don’t think ‘bout nothin’ else, you hear me?”

Emerald’s hand rubs soothing strokes along Shuri’s inner thigh; the princess nods with a hum, but it’s not enough for Emerald this time. “Use your words for me, baby.”

“I will,” Shuri chokes out, “I’ll focus on the- oohh my god-!”

In the midst of Shuri’s response, Emerald pressed the silicone strap between Shuri’s folds, and she and Shuri watch as it disappears into the princess. Shuri wants to shout, scream, but nothing comes out of her throat, so she’s left in a silent scream as the overwhelming feeling of being filled by Emerald consumes her entire being.

Emerald buries herself to the base, her stomach brushing ever so gently against Shuri’s sensitive clit, and it makes the princess jerk and the strap inside of her to move ever so slightly, and Shuri is seeing stars.

She feels it, everything in its entirety. The veins that run the length of Emerald’s strap, the tip of it that is oh so close to brushing against that spongy spot of pleasure. And she’s full, so incredibly full and stuffed that there’s nothing else her mind can even begin to think about. Her brain has been emptied of everything else, and the only thing in it is Emerald, and how deliciously she's filling her.

Shuri can’t speak, and Emerald doesn’t force her to. Instead, she takes note of Shuri’s body language, allowing that to be her guide on how to proceed. Once Shuri has calmed down from the overwhelming sensation, and she begins to release noises of desperation, Emerald begins to move.

Her pace is slow and steady, but even so, it has Shuri belting out mewls of pleasure, incoherent babbles spewing from her lips, and it’s here that Emerald confirms she has officially made Shuri dumb for her dick, and the thought alone boosts her ego to incredible heights.

Though Emerald is enraptured by the pants and moans that are spilling out from Shuri’s lips, she can’t help but notice that there’s another spill of them, and when she turns to check on your supposedly sleeping figure, she finds you, in fact, not sleeping, but very much caught up in your own pleasure, with one hand fondling your breast, and the other rubbing circles into your own clit.

It causes her to chuckle, seeing you so easily worked up out of your sleep, and while she maintains her long, languid strokes into Shuri, she reaches over to you, surprising you when her two digits slip right into your slippery heat with ease.

Soon you and Shuri are moaning messes, so close to coming undone together, when Emerald has the best idea she’s ever had in her life.

“Shuri, baby, open your eyes for me,” and Shuri obliges, being met with the delicious sight of Emerald looking down at her with so much love and desire, and in following down her outstretched arm, she sees you, utterly lost on Emerald’s fingers pumping in and out of you as well.

“Can my princess come pleasure my babygirl? While I fuck you from behind? Can you do that for me?”

Emerald doesn’t even have to ask, because the minute she retracts her strap and her hands from both you and Shuri’s core, the princess makes quick work to settle herself between your legs, immediately dipping down to lick and suck at your clit, and you release a desperate, “Haaa, fuck, please…-!” when Shuri’s long fingers slip into your core to replace Emerald’s.

Not a moment passes before Emerald is right behind Shuri, once again aligning herself with the other woman's entrance, and Shuri releases a long, drawn out, “Fuuucckk,” when Emerald slips back inside of her with ease. She picks up her pace, her strokes causing the princess to jerk forward with every thrust, which in turn causes delicious friction against your clit as Shuri’s tongue laps and sucks as it with hunger. Heavy moans and high-pitched whines fill the tiny yet luxurious studio apartment, and as Shuri was still reeling from her last orgasm, it’s only natural that she’s also the first to feel the knot in her stomach tightening once again.

“Shuri, Shuri please, I wanna cum…!” you beg, which only insights her own spiel of whimpering for release, “fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, Em, I’m cumming again!”

And Emerald would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling one coming for herself, too, because delivering these back shots to Shuri had the edge of the base of the strap brushing against her own clit just right in these boxers. She couldn’t hold out for long. None of them could.

“You gon’ cum for me, princess?” Emerald slurs, and Shuri’s hums of response in such a beautiful, lust filled voice has the dark skinned woman drunk, desperate to hear more. “You gonna make babygirl cum, too?”

“Pleeaaseee, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad, please!” Your squeal of desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by either woman, and it’s Emerald’s whispers of praise - ‘make us cum, princess’, ‘you’re doin’ so good, baby’, ‘fuck, you makin’ me feel that shit, baby’ - that drive Shuri over the edge.

Shuri cums once more, no, she squirts this time, her orgasm spraying all across the sheets and Emerald’s bottom half. You’re soon to follow, releasing right into Shuri’s mouth, and the princess drinks every last of your release. And Emerald is the last, her strokes becoming uncoordinated and unsteady as a sign of her impending climax, and it’s with one last thrust that she stills inside of Shuri, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the intensity of her own orgasm.

It takes a moment, but all three of you collapse back onto your respective places on the bed - Shuri in the middle, you on the right, and Emerald on the left, closest to the wall. In synchronized heaving and shared glances of love and adoration for one another, a smile graces on each of your faces.

“Well, if I ain’t know any better, I’d say this is a great morning,” hums Emerald, who is the first to recover. You and Shuri, still spent - Shuri more so, as she endured not one, but two earth shattering orgasms - release breathless laughs of agreement to the dark skinned woman.

“Goodmorning, my love,” Shuri hums, “and yes, great morning, my gem.”

“G’morning…” you yawn.

And what a good morning it was.

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A/N: Once again, we hope y’all liked this! TBH, we’ve been sitting on this for a while, but we’re just glad we’re getting it out there! There will be a LOT more collabs coming; we’re scheming <3

Stay safe​, y’all! <3

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

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS 2

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: shuri invited you to wakanda for the holidays, and you can’t help but feel homesick

contains: fluff, kissing, suggestive themes

note: probably not gonna have the new years chapter ready in time since it’s tmr but it’s okay 😁!

translation: kulungile ngokuhlwa = good evening

for the next few days, shuri had been taking you out to explore wakanda, and everything was just better than you could possibly imagine.

the food was way more organic than in america, and tasted better. especially the fruits.

not to mention the people. they were so welcoming. probably because it was incredibly unlikely that someone from the royal family would want to bring an outsider into their home, but they still made you feel like you were apart of the community they had long before you were there.

not only that, shuri bought you almost everything you looked at for over ten seconds. you’d tell her you were fine and didn’t need it, and she’d somehow go behind your back and get it for you. you currently had jewelry on that had to be worth more than your life.

tomorrow was christmas, and although you had been feeling homesick, shuri did her best to make you feel better about not

celebrating christmas. and it worked. for the most part.

you two had been out for at least five hours, and even though you were having a great time, you were getting quite tired. each time

you’d even mention the palace, though, shuri would find something else to occupy the both of you with.

you two were currently sitting on a bench, eating meat pie. you tapped on shuri’s shoulder. “yo, what’s the time?”

you gave shuri your phone so you wouldn’t get distracted, so she had been holding onto it for the past few hours.

“it’s almost midnight,” she answered.

one thing that wakanda and america had in common was how busy the two still were at night. you loved it, though.

“shouldn’t we be heading back to the palace, then?”

she hummed. “not yet.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “why not?”

“there’s just a bit more explore.”

“we’ve been doing that for the past week, shuri,” you replied, growing suspicious. “you’ve been keeping me away from the palace all day. is something going on?”

her silence made you continue. “shuri, you’re royalty. i get it if you got sum to attend to. i don’t wanna waste your time.”

“nonsense,” she dismissed immediately. “the only place i’d like to be right now is here. with you. i can assure you nothing is happening at the palace. i just don’t want the day to end.”

“that’s what tomorrow’s for,” you informed, even though the line felt corny. you were tired and your feet hurt.

shuri thought for a second. “the palace is a twenty minute walk from here, right?”

you nodded reluctantly.

“alright, let’s go, then.”

you were kind of confused by her change of heart, but you didn’t complain, since as stated before, you were exhausted.

you and shuri had been walking for maybe ten minutes, when it occurred to you how nervous she looked.

you nudged her shoulder. “you good? you look like you finna pass out.”

when your words registered in her mind, she plastered a smile onto her face that was clearly fake. “i’m okay.”

you showed your teeth, looking at her for a second before continuing to walk. “you sure?”

“mhm! i’m great.”

you would’ve bought it, if your eyes didn’t land on her hands. she was messing with them like crazy, and usually it was the other way around. you reached towards her to grab one hand, intertwining it with yours.

you tried your best to limit the effect her touch had on you. “i get if you don’t wanna tell me, but i’m sure whatever’s got you acting like this will be fine. just sleep on it.”

your efforts were successful, though they didn’t last permanently. shuri couldn’t calm down because the reason why she had suddenly grown nervous was you. she had planned something and wasn’t sure if it would go the way she wanted it to.

it amazed the princess how passionate you could get when you talked about things you loved. that included christmas, and thanks to your endless stories, shuri was able to pull a few strings specifically for you.

this wasn’t all for nothing, though. she hoped to get a relationship out of it. like a real, romantic relationship.

she was sick of the game you two had going on and figured that it was time to make a move.

the downside of this plan?

well, there was a chance that her feelings for you were not reciprocated.

“kulungile ngokuhlwa, princess shuri,” aneka greeted her as soon as you two entered the floor where the bedrooms were. she looked at you. “would you like me to escort miss (l/n) to her room?”

she shook her head. “that’s okay, aneka. i’ll do it tonight.”

aneka knew something. you could tell by the look she shared with shuri. all it did was grow your suspicion. as aneka walked off, you gave shuri a stare.

she stared back as if she was clueless. “what?”

you began your journey to your room next to shuri, a playful grin on your lips. “what are you hiding from me, shuri?”

“i don’t know what you are talking about,” she fibbed.

once the two of you stopped at your door, she opened the door for you kindly, and you sent her a nod jokingly. “so kind.”

when you finally entered your room, your jaw felt like it touched the ground.

shuri had given your room a complete christmas makeover. and not just that, everything was decorated in all the ways you had described. green tree with the fake frost on it, the white lights stringing across the entire room, literally everything. somehow the vibe in your room matched the one you felt back home with you family. the lights were off, aside from the christmas ones that dimly lit up the place.

shuri waited from the door as you took in every detail of the room. you tried to speak, but all that came out were stutters since you were literally at a loss for words.

“i know you told me to leave it alone…but i just couldn’t,” she explained.

she closed the door behind her as you turned to the princess. “is this why you kept me out the palace all day?”

shuri stared back at you with an innocent shrug.

“we don’t celebrate christmas here in wakanda, so i hope i did a good job.”

you let out a breathy laugh. “you did great. i mean, every part of this place…” you paused your scan of the room when your eyes looked above the two of you.

shuri followed your gaze and stared at the ceiling. “what?”

you blinked awkwardly with a tight-lipped smile. “it’s just…that’s a mistletoe, and…”

she raised an eyebrow, and you literally could not tell if she was being serious. “and what?”

“there’s, like, a thing with mistletoes where you, like, you know…”

“i don’t think i do,” she spoke in an amused tone.

“you for real don’t know what a mistletoe is?” your voice raised an octave. shuri shook her head. “well, it’s supposed to be this thing where whoever’s under it…locks lips.”

you head fell in embarrassment and she kneeled just a bit to catch your eyes. “locks lips?”

“yeah, like a kiss.”

“i know what locking lips means.”

it was when you looked back up from the ground and into her orbs that it occurred to you that she was staring at your lips.

your breath hitched in your throat. when her eyes returned to yours, realization flashed in her eyes. but, she didn’t move, and neither did you.

she seemed to be taking her time. you felt one of her hands touch your elbow softly as it trailed up, and she used it as an opportunity to pull you closer.

your eyes closed shut when you felt her breath on your lips. but her eyes remained open, and she took in every detail of your face. in her eyes, there was not a single flaw.

“just say the word, and i’ll stop,” she whispered, a rasp clear in her voice because of how quietly she spoke.

you didn’t protest at all.

when your noses touched, so did your top lips, but it seemed the princess had fun teasing you rather than giving you what you wanted.

she moved her head back, and you chased it for half a second before realizing she wanted to stop. “i’m sorry, i just…i need to hear you say it.”

you pulled on her sleeve to bring her closer to you once again. “i don’t want you to stop.”

within seconds, her lips collided with yours hungrily, and neither of you showed any sign of stopping.

she broke the kiss after a few seconds. “can you just open your mouth a little bit more, just a little?”

your lips touched once again, and you complied. you couldn’t help but moan when her hands trailed down to your waist from the inside of your jacket.

the kiss was growing heated, but once again, shuri broke it. there was caution in her eyes, but there was also lust right behind it that she failed to hide.

“are you sure?”

you pulled off your jacket easily, all while catching your breath.

“more than anything.”

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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

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don't run from me, 24/7 (ft. riri williams)- @kisskourt

come and see me, heart of iron & steel (ft. riri williams), tulips, the panther's muse- @risingoftime

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

dating shuri headcanons, beach day, i'm not sure, stop trying, maybe it's the jazz, is that what you think? hold on, when i had the chance, don't play with me princess, what did i tell you?, sit down please, smoking that 🍃 with shuri- @haechvn

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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

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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

***PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE FICS!!!***

[babyboiboyega]

Next To Me Pt. 9 (Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader)

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.9k

Content: this is just angst y’all; hurt/comfort; profanity; Shuri being kind of an ass; but now the plot is really picking up >:)

Next To Me Masterlist

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A/N: Sorry for the delay y’all LMAO!! I don’t have anything to say except I really thank y’all for your patience <3

Also....WE GOT HD GIFS NOW YUUHHHH

EDIT: Don’t know how I freaking forgot, my brain don’t be brainin sometimes. 

BUT I just want to do a quick little love shout out to @shinsousliya​ for helping me with every part I’ve put out for y’all! Whether it was reassuring me about something I wasn’t sure about, letting me bounce ideas off of her sexc brain, or yelling with me about an idea one or both of us had, she’s been there and I’m so grateful for her <3

Recap: 

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. 

 “You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

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There had been a cloud of pure panic and worry when you, Shuri, and Okoye had first arrived in the palace’s lab. Embellished with a sense of dread and desperation to figure out how and why everything that had happened, it draped over the shoulders of every person present…some more than others. 

The sight of Wakanda’s almost miraculous healing technology was captivating to watch as it worked on your hand. It was a willful decision to ignore the fact that the machine was essentially putting your skin back together because of an attack and instead focus on the fact that they had technology that could just…mend one’s skin with minimal pain. 

Now, while watching what could only be described as a feat of ingenuity to the rest of the world but just regular technology to Wakanda, you could see that the cloud of panic and worry hadn’t just dissipated; it had been replaced with something else. 

It had quickly transformed into a storm of anger and frustration spurred on by unknown answers and uncertainties. The storm of emotions was something you didn’t quite know how to approach, both of you being in rather different positions. While both of you cared deeply for the other’s safety, only one of you had to worry about keeping the other safe while also running a country; and despite the country not exactly being in jeopardy, its safety would always be hanging right over Shuri’s head, always taking up a portion of her mind. 

Even with her back to you, the tension that had gripped Shuri’s body was glaringly obvious. The skin that was visible from beneath her top was wound tight, lean muscles becoming more pronounced as if strained. Her shoulders rose and fell with deliberate and steady breaths, her head hanging as she leaned her hands against the table in front of her. 

Your mouth opened and closed soundlessly for a second, still trying to find the words that would disrupt Shuri’s self-accusing thoughts that were undoubtedly racing through her mind when the regenerator that held your hand chimed. As soon as the sound reached her ears, Shuri was straightening and quickly turning to you, a faint look of alarm on her face.

Her steps were quick as she approached you, her eyes focused on your hand through the glass of the regenerator. She pressed a series of buttons, making the machine open. The gentleness with which she took your hand, turning it over in her grasp and checking the work that had been done, was a far cry from the emotions swirling behind her eyes, lingering just under the surface of the mask she had slipped into place; a mask you had never seen her wear- least of all around you.

The smallest tremor ran through her hands, and if her clenched jaw and pursed lips were anything to go by, it wasn’t caused by fear or anxiety.

Shuri was livid. 

She didn’t know what to be more upset about; that you had somehow, someway, gotten hurt once again- while she had been right there, no less- or that she had brought you to Wakanda to keep you safe only for the exact opposite to happen. She had reassured you that you���d be safe there, away from the person who had dragged you into a set of circumstances you had no business being a part of in the first place; now she couldn’t even tell you if those circumstances led to this incident or not.

She couldn’t tell you much of anything, and that’s what made it all the more frustrating. 

Shuri had always prided herself on being able to find answers to even the most complex questions, equations, formulas, etc. But this wasn’t a situation where she could simply turn to her work and technology in order to find the solution, as much as she wished she could; this was a situation that included a person she had come to care deeply about being targeted by a number of unknown factors. She could handle not knowing everything, at least for the most part; but being confronted with that feeling of helplessness when it came to protecting a person she cared for would always result in Shuri entering a headspace that would consume her very being until she could resolve it- until that person was safe. But there was something different about it this time. 

Along with that hopelessness came the constant reminder that you wouldn’t be there, away from your home and friends, if it weren’t for her. She knew you’d argue her up and down about the thought, undoubtedly pinning all of the blame on the stalker, but Shuri could face the fact that she had a small part in everything. 

Along with those reminders came a feeling of regret that she couldn’t shake no matter how many times you had reassured her. But she’d use that regret to her advantage: she’d use it as a sort of morbid motivation to answer every question, solve every riddle- do whatever she needed to do to make sure your life went back to normal.

“Shuri.”

Your worry filled voice cut right through her racing thoughts, making her quickly look up at you. Judging by the look on your face, worried in nature,  it had taken a few tries to do so before you were finally able to get through to her, and the realization only made her guilt grow. When she should’ve been by your side, trying to replace that feeling of safety that had been violated by your attacker, she had been lost in her own raging thoughts.

Her mask cracked for just a second, allowing the frustration and guilt to peek through. You had already expected the feelings to take hold of her thoughts, twisting and warping them into a blanket of self-blame that would settle over her mind, but you weren’t ready for the intensity of them. It made your chest tighten in the slightest, having an idea of what kind of thoughts were going through Shuri’s mind but not knowing if your words could help. It didn’t stop you from trying, though.

“I’m glad y’all have this technology. I’m not a big fan of needles, and I barely felt anything. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

You flexed her hand where it rested in the palm of hers, showing that your mobility was perfectly normal and functional. You even gave her a small smile, hoping that it would reflect on her face…only to no avail. In fact, it seemed to do the opposite. 

Almost as if in response to your attempt to reassure her, the unfamiliar and concerning mask she had donned seconds ago came back in full force, sheltering her emotions and thoughts away from those she didn’t want to see…which at this moment included you. The sight of her stepping back and placing your hands in your lap was hard to accept, as was the sight of her eyes trying their hardest not to meet yours. 

Maybe this was more than guilt? Was she…angry with you? 

While it was easy to dismiss the thought of Shuri being angry at you for being attacked, it wasn’t as easy when it came to the thought that she was angry because of the way the night was ending. It was also easy for your mind to quickly take the blame for it, because maybe…just maybe if you had called her earlier or even declined the woman from the jump, you two would still be at the festival, having the time of your lives; forgetting what was awaiting you outside of Wakanda’s borders. 

But no; the night had only ended with the realization and fear that whatever had been outside of Wakanda had somehow found its way in.  

“I’m sorry the night ended this way.”

The words, spurred on by an acute sense of anxiety, fell from your lips before you could stop them. 

“I should’ve called you or…did something else- I don’t know. I know you wanted to just go out and have fun without having to worry about anything, and…I’m sorry this all happened.”

Somehow, you found yourself apologizing for the one thing you were sure that she wouldn’t blame you for, but you couldn’t help it. The recent memories of her smiling and laughing without a care in the world were too precious to not apologize for ruining- even if you weren’t the one that ruined it. 

The look of pure disbelief was quick as it passed over her face, her eyes finally meeting yours with furrowed eyebrows. Her head tilted as if she were still processing your words, or rather processing how and why you would say them to begin with. 

“Ngoba…Why would you apologize?”

Her voice, no matter how hard she tried to make it match the expressionless mask she showed, sounded the utmost confused…and even a little offended. It prompted you to hurry and continue, though before you could even get a word out, Shuri was speaking. 

“You have no reason to apologize. You did nothing wrong, Y/N. If anything, I should-” The confusion in her voice seamlessly switched to frustration and anger as her hands clenched at her sides. The next breath she took shook slightly. 

“I brought you here to keep you safe- I told you that you’d be safe here, only for you to be attacked while I was right there, while I was distracted. I should be the one apologizing- not you.” 

The harshness of her voice echoed throughout the lab, and while you were able to remind yourself that it was directed at herself and not at you, it was a little challenging to get your body to react accordingly. You had pushed the fear and nerves from earlier into the depths of your mind, waiting for the right time to make themselves known whether it be in the form of tears, disassociating, or anger, but they had only grown and gained traction the longer you kept them at bay. They were starting to make themselves known in the smallest ways, such as the smallest tremble in your hands as you lowered them to hoist yourself off of the table, and the slight unsteadiness of your legs as you approached her. 

“There’s nothing to apologize for. You were enjoying yourself- which is what you were supposed to be doing. None of this is your fault. Neither of us could possibly predict that this would happen, especially here, in Wakanda. Definitely not at a festival.”

Her eyes tracked you as you approached, and you were able to see that your words had virtually no effect on her. The realization made you hesitate, and it honestly made you wonder if she even wanted your reassurances, but you had to remind yourself to not take anything Shuri did or didn’t do personally.

You kept a moderate amount of distance between the two of you, having a suspicion that the last thing she needed was you to be right under her despite the strong longing to do nothing but wrap your arms around her and have her do the same. 

“I think I can speak for both of us when I say we weren’t exactly expecting this…person to follow us here.”

It was almost as if your words flipped some sort of switch or triggered a change of direction in her thoughts. The look on her face went from one full of guilt and displeasure to an almost…calm sense of anger; an anger that was carefully controlled so that it wouldn’t catch her or anyone else by surprise. It reflected itself in her words as she spoke, her voice low and contained. 

“What makes you think they followed us? What did she say to you?”

Her voice contrasted greatly with yours; where yours was hesitant but soft and patient, hers was hard, almost demanding…with an unmistakable, angered quiver underlying her words. It made you pause, your eyebrows furrowing, though you continued to answer her question.

“Uh…she said somethin’ like ‘stay away’ and-” As if her question dredged up the memory from your mind, you could picture the scene from earlier clearly. How tight her grip was around your wrist, the feeling of the spearhead cutting in your hand as you clenched it in fear, and the words that both confused and frightened you.

“She said ‘one tree cannot be a forest’.”

Your mouth twisted around the words, the underlying warning making itself known in the words themselves and the physical effect they had on you. You subconsciously clenched your newly healed hand, the phantom feeling of stinging gracing your palm. 

Shuri’s eyebrows furrowed, her eyes focusing on a spot on the floor as her brain undoubtedly worked on figuring out the meaning of the words. You, on the other hand, were busy trying to think of alternate reasons why the woman would say that, other than the reason being that she was the stalker. But, there was just something about the thought that didn’t sit right with you. You had no clue what it was, but it was almost like it seemed…wrong. 

“And that was all she said?”

Still lost in your own thoughts, you only nodded, though your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of heavy footfalls coming around the corner of the lab, Okoye soon revealing herself to the both of you. Her footsteps remained quick as she walked further inside, her wrist outstretched and displaying a hologram of Ayo’s face. 

“Ukumkanikazi, the suspect from earlier has been captured and detained,” Okoye spoke calmly, though there was still an undertone of urgency underneath her words. Shuri, however, didn’t bother hiding her urgency as she quickly approached Okoye, her eyes darting between her face and Ayo’s, her voice rushed.

“And has she said anything?”

Potentially being provided more information about the woman and the reason behind her actions drew you closer to the two women, though you still hung back in just the slightest, standing just close enough to hear and see Ayo before she responded.

“She hasn’t said anything, my Queen. I’ve already sent you what we do know about her.” Shuri raised her wrist in response, tapping a few beads and making a small hologram of a record of some sort appear. “There was slight resistance when we caught up to her, but she is, for the most part, unharmed. She seemed to be heading for the border closest to the north end of the river.”

The way the three of you looked confusedly at each other would’ve been comical had it not been for the seriousness of the situation. Ayo, most likely seeing said confusion and more questions on her General’s face continued.

“She has what seems to be scratch marks fitting that of a human hand littering her arm, along with a broken thumb.” 

Instead of looking at each other, Shuri and Okoye’s heads turned to you. You could only look at them in confusion before the very vivid memory of you reaching for the woman’s thumb and pulling in order to free yourself appeared in your mind. Lips twisting slightly into a grimace, you nodded sheepishly, already confirming what they were thinking.

“You broke her thumb?”

Okoye’s raised eyebrow and the accusation in her voice caused you to feel a little defensive, despite knowing that she would probably be the last person who would be upset about you doing what you had done. Your eyebrows furrowed and you glanced between the two of them. Mouth opening and closing almost comically, you worked to find the words you wanted to say while under the questioning and quite frankly surprised expressions of the two women in front of you. It didn’t take long for said words to come to mind, being emphasized by you pointing at the General.

“I-well…I did what you taught me. Is that not what you taught me to do?” 

The general took a second longer to just look at you before nodding in confirmation, the beginnings of a satisfied smile appearing on her face as she turned back to her second in command. Your eyes left her only to land on Shuri, subconsciously wanting to see her reaction to the new information; though the second your eyes landed on her, hers were darting away to look at Ayo. It was useless to hide the frown on your face as you too turned your attention to her, trying your hardest to not let the small pang of hurt show on your face. 

“In reference to her injuries, that is all she has sustained. We are currently on our way back to the palace where we plan on questioning her.”

Shuri nodded at Ayo’s words, a look of determination hardening her features. 

“Thank you, Ayo. Get here as quickly as you can, but be careful.”

“Ewe, ukumkanikazi. General.” 

Ayo bid her farewell with a nod to the two women before hanging up, her hologram disappearing. As soon as the call ended, Shuri was jumping into action. 

“Okoye, if you could wait for them in the holding area while I escort Y/N to her room. Do not question her until I’m there, I want to hear everything she says-”

Her words elicited different reactions from you and the General. Whereas Okoye was concerned and a little hesitant, you could feel nothing but confusion and a small sense of…uselessness as Shuri spoke of you as if you weren’t right there beside her; as if you were a child who had to be escorted out of the room to let the “grown-ups” talk. To make it worse, she had yet to look at you still, her eyes instead focusing on the hologram that displayed the woman’s information. 

“Uh, I’m not going anywhere. I wanna hear why she did…this-” You waved your hand in emphasis, still looking at Shuri with a mixture of disbelief and a slow-growing frustration of your own. Exasperation laced your words, a direct response to the rather dismissive tone of hers, “-And any other information y’all manage to get out of her.”

Only at your refusal did Shuri look up, but not before letting out a sigh and clenching her jaw slightly. It only caused your frustration to grow in the slightest at the fact that you couldn’t tell where her mind was at. If anyone were looking from the outside, they’d guess that the queen was upset by you and your presence, the latter being an inconvenience. 

Okoye, most likely able to feel the new and apparent tension that had descended over the room, spoke before either of you could. To your own surprise, you found yourself wanting Shuri to respond; anything was better than the dismissive air she gave off. 

“I insist that you both retire to your rooms and get some rest for the night while I go watch the interrogation.”

While Shuri’s gaze quickly turned to Okoye, a refusal already on the tip of her tongue and clear on her face, yours remained on Shuri. You silently willed her to show something- anything other than this cold, almost annoyed exterior she was giving off. If anything, the annoyance radiating off of her grew as she refused Okoye’s proposal. But there was something else beneath it; something that rolled off of her in waves as you watched her and Okoye argue back and forth. It reflected itself in her words. 

“Do you really expect me to go to bed while the woman who attacked someone under my protection is questioned?”

Shuri’s hands never stopped moving as she spoke, whether they clenched and unclenched at her sides or waved about; at one point she ran them down her face quickly, letting out a heavy sigh that did nothing but emphasize exactly how tight her shoulders were as they didn’t drop. 

“I expect you to let me handle this, Shuri. I will ask every question that needs to be asked, I will get every bit of information I can, you know this-”

“-And what if you don’t ask all of the right questions? What then? All of the information we gain will either be useless or false, and we’ll be right where we started-”

The poorly masked dismay in her voice was all it took for you to recognize that lurking feeling as desperation. She was desperate for answers; desperate for some kind of a win in this game that seemed only one sided between the two of you and this person. Desperate for a breakthrough that would make it easier to figure out the next steps. If she wasn’t there, who’s to say that the woman’s answers wouldn’t be lost in translation, despite the fact that Okoye was not one to partake in miscommunication. Being there meant getting those answers firsthand, watching the woman’s demeanor, and just being a part of the planning process-something that was essential to her. 

The frustration you felt towards her deflated almost as quickly as it had arrived, being replaced by empathy. 

“Shuri.”

Okoye’s voice was stern as she spoke, but she had a calm and confident air around her; two things that you had never seen her lack. Shuri paused in her motions, the weight of her name echoing through the room and settling deep into her bones. It was her turn to recognize the solace in Okoye’s face and the understanding in yours, and as you waited to see how she would react, you found yourself hoping that she’d accept whatever reassurance and words of advice Okoye had to offer. 

“Both of you have been through enough tonight. Whatever answers we are able to get from this woman will only cause you to lose more sleep than you already have. I advise you to rest tonight, knowing that she is in our custody and that nothing will change that. I will stand guard all night outside of her cell if it will ease your worries.” 

When Shuri turned to face you and Okoye, there was a moment…a split second where it became harder to hold her more pressing emotions at bay. The look in Okoye’s eyes was the same confident, slightly reprimanding look that the General would give her brother whenever he got a little too reckless. It was a look that was both a warning and a promise that whatever happened, Okoye would be there to see it through to the end, loyal as ever. 

The look in your eyes was one of empathy so genuine, Shuri could feel the way it speared into her chest, spreading like a rapidly growing fire. The longer she looked at you, your face open and oh-so-receiving of any burdens she felt the need to let go of, the more that fire thawed every single thought made of self-doubt and uncertainties. The more she realized how easier it would be to just…let you in. 

But then her eyes trailed down to the clothes you still wore, still stained with your own blood. Her eyes zeroed in on the dried blood she hadn’t gotten when you had first arrived, drying in the corners and crevices of your arm and hand. They zeroed in on the slight tremor in your hands… the look of exhaustion in your eyes…and the way you chewed subconsciously on the inside of your mouth, knowing it was something you did when you were anxious but trying your hardest not to show it.

And just like that, the warmth you so willingly gave her felt…undeserved. It felt as if you were forcing yourself to be okay for her benefit despite the sequence of events you had been through. 

It was illogical, she knew it, but the resentment she felt towards herself was strong as it bled into her, tenfold. 

Shuri’s voice was low and demanding as she spoke, and despite the compromise she settled on, it provided no room for argument from either you or Okoye. 

“General, you will meet them in the holding area to watch the interrogation…and I-” she paused, letting out a breath, “we will watch from here. And after the interrogation, we will decide on what our next steps are.”

You and Okoye’s eyes met, the same cautionary look being echoed between the two of you. Hers came from a place of knowing exactly which path Shuri was headed down, while yours came from noticing her change from “I” to “we” and how hesitant and displeased she was to make the change in the first place.  

“Uyeva?”

Okoye’s eyes left yours, instead shifting to meet Shuri’s, and with a solemn, stiff nod, she turned on her heel to follow the orders she had just been given. With her, she took the last bit of comfort and confidence her presence had brought you in the face of this new persona Shuri had seemed to quickly adopt. 

You watched Okoye disappear around the corner, and even after she was gone, you continued to stare at the spot she had just been standing in. 

“Do you…need anything?”

While the harshness was gone from Shuri’s voice, it wasn’t the same one she usually used with you. What was usually lighthearted and vulnerable, allowing you a glimpse into what she was thinking, was now flat and guarded. To anyone else, it may have seemed like she was only asking to appear worried; but for you, a person who had seen the small crack in her mask and the feelings that leaked through, you knew the truth. 

At least…you told yourself you did.

Instead of answering, you simply shook your head, leaning against the nearest counter that held the least amount of expensive and high-quality-looking technology on it. Shuri reciprocated your silence while turning to the large, glass surface that usually held project plans or equations you couldn’t be bothered to figure out. Within a few quick taps, the both of you were suddenly looking at live footage of an openly spaced room. It held only a table and 3 chairs, one of them already occupied by your attacker’s disheveled form. It looked nothing like the interrogation rooms of american tv shows; instead of being dingy with low lighting and uncomfortable chairs, all made to make the suspect uncomfortable and to wear them down, this room looked like it could easily be transformed into a rather comfortable, homely bedroom. 

You suspected that the Wakandans had designed it this way in order to do the exact opposite of america; to make whatever suspect they had feel at ease enough to spill any information they were looking for. The woman sitting in the room remained as still as a statue, only her eyes flickering about as she waited for whoever would come through the door and start the questioning. You weren’t a behavioral analyst but you were observant enough to notice the way that, no matter how hard she tried to seem completely at ease, the tense, uptick of her shoulders showed exactly how uneasy she was.

Despite the moral and ethical position of Wakanda, you had no doubt that they had…methods of getting answers they deemed absolutely paramount to the questions they had. Maybe the same thought was running through her mind as she sat there.

You sincerely hoped that they wouldn’t have to resort to those unnamed ways, even with the person who was courageous, and unhinged, enough to go after someone under the protection of the country’s royal family.

You had half a mind to ask Shuri exactly what to expect, but before you could work up the courage to do so, a voice sounded from the live feed. You didn’t recognize the voice or the older woman who appeared on screen only a second later, but you could tell by the conviction in her voice that this wasn’t her first interrogation. The other thing that clued you in on how much experience she had was the fact that she used a physical file instead of displaying the same information from the kimoyo beads…that weren’t even on her wrist.

The older woman came to a stop on the other side of the table, flipping through the papers. It gave you a chance to actually look at her, taking notice of the long braid made of locs that ran down her back and the gray dress that looked both professional and very badass; a talent Wakandan women always seemed to possess. 

“Nondri Thizondu. Age 27. Born and raised in the Northern Border Tribe. Once a candidate to join the Hatut Zeraze and become a War Dog secret operative, but was denied due to…oh.”

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise as she sat across from the younger woman, but anyone with a shred of common sense could guess that this was not new information to her. 

“Well, it seems you were suspected of having ties to the anti-royalist group, The Salvation of Order.”

Call it willful ignorance or a simple matter of forgetting that every country had its dark secrets, including a country as high-tech and advanced as Wakanda, but the mention of there being an anti-royalist group made something heavy settle in the pits of your stomach. The concept of there being an entire group of people who dedicated their lives to opposing the royal family of Wakanda was outlandish, especially given the fact that you could say you knew one person in the family. But that knowledge was nothing to this group who had a collective mission that included ridding Wakanda of its monarchy. 

The woman- Nondri- refrained from acknowledging the information being exposed by the interrogator, who had yet to give her name. Her eyes remained on her hands, bound by a pair of thick cuffs that tightened slightly whenever they detected high levels of resistance. She looked to have something else on her mind other than the realization that she was currently in the palace being interrogated. 

“Before we really get started, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Head Challenger Eza, and as my title says, I’m the Head Challenger here in the palace.” 

Nondri remained the same, refusing to even look at Head Challenger- HC-  Eza. It certainly didn’t sway the woman’s advances as she continued speaking to Nondri as if they were friends just catching up. 

“With that out of the way, let's get back to this Salvation of Order business, yes? Not only were you suspected of having ties, but after a simple background search, it was revealed that a member of your family is currently incarcerated because of their involvement in a series of attacks that S.O.D took credit for about 6 years ago. Do you know anything about those?”

Your eyes quickly glanced at Shuri just in time to see a sneer develop on her face. It confirmed what you had expected: that Shuri had been alive and old enough to remember these attacks, and that the mere mention of them was affecting her. It only made questions arise in your mind- questions that you knew would either have to be asked very later on down the line…or not at all depending on how it directly impacted her and her family.

The only reaction Eza received was a twitch of Nondri’s lips as her family member was brought up…but it was all Eza needed. 

“...I’ll take your silence as a no.”  She sighed, organizing the papers in front of her with a disappointed frown. “Well, then hopefully you’re able to tell me more about what happened tonight. You…do know why you’re here, correct?”

Silence. 

“You’re here because, for some reason, you thought that it’d be a good idea to not only attack someone at tonight’s festival- but attack someone who is currently under the protection of the Royal Family.”

Finally, Nondri’s gaze lifted to connect with Eza’s, narrowing in the slightest at her words. Eza simply tilted her head, her own eyes narrowing in response. 

“Attacking, and hurting, someone under the Royal Family’s protection isn’t that far off from attacking and hurting someone of the Royal Family, you are aware of that, correct? Whether or not you are, I’m sure you know the penalty for committing such an act.” 

Gone was the easygoing tone of Eza’s voice, being replaced by one that was unyielding and heavy with accusation; a tone that, when paired with her words, caused the most reaction out of Nondri so far. The woman’s face shifted slightly, showcasing the true fear spearing through her mind. But Eza didn’t stop there. 

“Not only will you face assault with a deadly weapon towards a vassal of Wakanda’s Monarch, but if we find anything connecting you to S.O.D, you’ll also be charged with conspiracy to commit treason-”

“It wasn’t an attack- no one was supposed to get hurt!”

Nondri’s voice was desperate as she interrupted, her bound hands clenching into fists. At the sound of her finally responding, Shuri stepped closer to the glass, eyes narrowed and slowly gaining more fire as the interrogation continued. 

“Then tell me what it was. Because the young lady you hurt tonight had to be healed with Wakandan tech by the Queen herself- so it is in your best interest to tell me what it was ‘supposed’ to be.”

The young woman’s face lost all of its color as Shuri was mentioned. A quick glance over at said monarch showed that she was not only tense but actively seething. You felt a little ashamed at the way your heartbeat increased in anxiety, your body reacting as if you were…afraid of her. 

You quickly turned your attention back to the feed at the thought, pushing it into the furthest confines of your mind. 

“Ndiyathembisa- I promise- I was only…” Nondri let out a shaky breath, her hands wringing themselves as much as they could with the cuffs on, “I was simply trying to warn her.”

If her answer threw the older woman for a loop, she certainly didn’t let it show. Whereas you and Shuri froze, eyebrows furrowing and glancing quickly at each other, Eza only took a second to process her words. 

“Warn her? Warn her of what?” 

Another heavy, shaky sigh wracked Nondri’s body, her gaze looking down at her hands once more and staying there for a minute. The stillness in the lab imitated the stillness of the interrogation room as you watched, holding your breath to see if, and how, she would answer the question. The tension that had taken hold of Shuri only intensified, her movements breaking the silence as she reached out, her hand gripping the very edge of the table closest to her. Her strength and anger was evident in the way her knuckles strained, her tattooed skin being pulled. You tried your hardest to ignore the sound of the metal creaking under her hand.

You silently willed Nondri to hurry and spit the answer out, afraid and half expecting Shuri to make her way to the interrogation room.

“Nondri. Warn her of what- what do you know?”

Eza’s question was softly spoken, almost sympathetic as she leaned forward, trying to meet the young woman’s eyes. 

“About the person after her…and the Queen.” 

Her words caused both you and Shuri to take another step towards the glass, as if you both could rush her along with the information she had yet to give. It was right there. Her next words could be exactly what you two needed to answer most, if not all, of the questions. Hell, you’d both take enough to answer at least one question.

“What do you know about that?”

Nondri’s words were rushed but quiet as she spoke.

“The person after them isn’t who you think it is. The person from their American school…he was sent there. They told him exactly what to do, and he had no choice but to do it. If they want you to do something, you have to. Otherwise, everyone you love, everyone you care about- every person you’ve ever spoken to will-” 

She cut herself off with a shaky gasp, her bound hands raising to wipe under her eyes. She continued with a voice full of anxiety and thick with tears.

“They can find out anything about a person- about you…but you’ll never know who they are. You’ll never be able to find out…I’ve tried.”

The eeriness behind her words made you freeze, your breath getting caught in your throat. Suddenly every question you had withered away in the face of this information that said everything…everything was much deeper than you could’ve imagined. 

Her warning from earlier flashed through your mind: “One tree cannot be a forest”. She had been trying to tell you then that it was never just one person- it was never just a stalker. 

Every speculation, every thought you two had about the person from campus was useless…the exact thing Shuri was afraid of. 

Even with your mind reeling, you found yourself turning to her, subconsciously seeking some kind of comfort. You didn’t care how she showed it; wrapping her arms around you, taking your hand, or even just telling you that everything would be fine…but none of that happened. 

Seeing her turn away from the glass,  away from you…it hurt more than you expected it to. It made an almost overwhelming sense of isolation course through you, a deep breath flowing through your body at the feeling. 

If she didn’t want to comfort or be comforted, then fine. But the two of you couldn’t just…react like this to such a vital piece of information. If anything, this moment would only benefit from you two actually talking- figuring out what to do next- who to question next. 

You’d put aside your hesitancy and your anxiety- you had to. You’d wait until you were in the confines of your own room to finally let them take hold of your senses. 

“Maybe she knows more than she thinks she does. I-If we get her to tell us everything she knows about…whoever the hell sent that guy, we could find a connection between what she gives us and what we already know.”

Shuri’s head shook as she leaned over the same table she had been gripping, both hands clenching the edge. Not only could you see her shoulders rise and fall with each deep breath, but you could hear them as they escaped her mouth, harsh and unrelenting. She spoke slowly through her clenched teeth. 

“We barely know anything…and what we do know could be completely false. It could be…fucking useless.”

 The venom in her voice stopped you dead in your tracks, your eyes widening slightly. But the defeat underlining her words made you continue, your voice growing in just the slightest. 

“We don’t know that yet. You just said it yourself, we barely know anything, so how can we know if its useless-”

Maybe it was because you used her words against her, or maybe it was because you were trying so hard to convince her of something she had already made her mind up about; whatever it was seemed to break clean through the last restraint holding Shuri’s frustration and anger back. 

In-between one blink and the next, a metal stool was suddenly flying across the lab and crashing into the wall with a deafening crash. It tumbled to the floor with another series of loud clangs, each one seeming to be louder than the one before. Even as it finally came to a stop, you could’ve sworn the sounds continued to echo throughout the lab. It only took a few seconds for you to realize that it was the sound of your heart thumping unevenly and painfully in your chest. The lab itself was back to being mostly silent, the only sounds breaking it being your heavy, uneven breathing. You couldn’t have stopped them if you wanted to. 

 Every tendril of uneasiness that had been slowly wrapping around your nerves finally tightened; your fear from the attack combining with your fear in the moment and making itself painfully known. 

Your hands had raised on their own, trembling harshly and outstretched as if to block something hurtling at you. Your eyes had clenched shut and your body had tensed, waiting for a blow that would never come. Your jaw had clenched in an effort to keep an alarmed yelp back…and Shuri had seen all of it happen as soon as her anger got the better of her. 

The sight of you recoiling away from her made her face twist into one of utter sorrow, her eyebrows furrowing and her lips parting on an apology that she couldn’t seem to get out. 

Every bit of frustration and anger she felt dissipated into thin air as she saw the effect her outburst had on you, and in its place came the overpowering worry for you and the strong admonishment of herself. 

In a situation that had already placed a significant amount of stress and dread on your shoulders, she had only exacerbated it. Instead of taking away your fear, she added to it.

What the hell was she doing?

A tight band of regret seemed to wrap its way around her chest, taking her breath away as she instinctively took a step towards you, hand reaching out towards you. That band tightened painfully at the sight of you taking a minuscule step back, stopping only because of the table behind you.

Shuri’s throat felt restricted with a mixture of tears and apologies. Her body shook with the desire to either run to you and wrap her arms around you, or to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness, because the very thought of you being…afraid of her was harrowing and frightening enough to make her eyes water. 

Whatever hurt you were dealt, she’d feel it, even when she was the cause of it. And when she was the cause of it, she physically couldn’t stand herself because…because seeing the person she loved in pain due to her actions, caused her that same pain tenfold. 

All due to her actions.

Everything that had transpired between the two of you tonight made her aware of one thing: she loved you too much to continue hurting you with her own self-sabotaging and self-blaming thoughts and the actions that followed. 

And watching you try to reorient yourself, shaking your hands as if that would get rid of the tremors still wracking your body, only solidified her thoughts. 

This couldn’t- wouldn’t - happen again, and she’d make sure of it…no matter how much it would hurt her to stay away. 

There was distress in Shuri’s eyes as you finally straightened, hesitantly meeting her eyes. The tension that had been surrounding the two of you ever since arriving had changed into something else- something you were scared to put a name to. 

“Ukumkanikazi! Shuri! What was-”

Okoye’s voice along with her arrival was what finally broke the charged air surrounding the lab, making you subconsciously draw in a deep breath. Her eyes were alarmed but strategic as she looked quickly around the lab, effortlessly finding the stool that had made all of the noise…and effortlessly picking up on the energy. She looked between the two of you, her mouth opening to ask questions that you didn’t have the energy to answer. 

“I…think I’d like to go to bed.”

The words sucked the rest of the energy out of your very being, making your limbs almost unbearably heavy and your eyes feel swollen and sore. There was a headache slowly forming in your temple, and suddenly the clothes you had on were too exposing, the lab’s cold air nipping at your skin. 

Your steps were running simply on the memory of how it felt to walk as you made your way past Okoye and to the entrance she had just come through, your eyes unblinking and unwavering as you stared forward. 

You could feel two sets of eyes in the middle of your shoulder blades as you exited the room, though only one of them burned with unspoken words of regret. The last thing you heard before turning the corner was Okoye asking Shuri what happened, the latter replying in a voice too small and too quiet for you to distinguish. 

You continued walking. 

The closer you grew to your room, the harder it became to reel in every single emotion that had fired through your body in the last hour or so. Each one fought for your attention, wanting you to confront it head-on; frustration, anger, dejection, rejection, and most of all fear. Fear threatened to choke you, but you had just walked away from the one person who could poke holes in that fear until it was no more. 

No, you’d deal with it somehow. Maybe in the morning. Now, you just wanted to sleep. 

You forced yourself to take deep breaths, focusing your thoughts on how good falling into bed would be even when every damn thing you touched or came across in your room was just a painful reminder of what had just happened. 

The sight of dried blood swirling down the shower drain- just get to bed.

The sight of your ruined clothes kicked into the farthest corner of the bathroom- just get to the bed.

The faint scar now running the length of your palm accompanied by the phantom sting of the spearhead-you can do it, just get in bed. It’s right there.

Only a few more steps and then you can fall into-

The same bed you and Shuri had shared only the night before, something that felt like weeks ago. The memory of how she had knocked on your door, eyes worried but grateful when you had invited her in, almost broke down your last defense. The phantom feeling of her arms wrapping around you almost broke down your last defense…but neither of those did it. 

Just maybe you’d make it through the night without giving in. 

As you approached your bed, running a hand tiredly down your face, a knock sounded on the door. Just like earlier, your body reacted before your mind could catch up, your heart taking off and your muscles freezing. Whoever it was knocked again after a few seconds; seconds which were filled with you trying to work up the courage to actually open the door. 

Shuffling over to the door, you fidgeted with the bottom of your nightshirt, pulling and twisting it until it was wrinkled. 

It wouldn’t be her, would it? Surely not so soon after…everything. What would you even say to her? What was there to say?

“Miss Y/L/N, the General is requesting to speak with you. She has something that belongs to you.”

You could admit that a sigh of relief left your mouth at Griot’s words, and you could also admit that it was easier to unlock and open the door. As soon as your eyes landed on Okoye and the object in her hand, you felt the first crack in your last defense.

“You left this in the jeep. I was told that we can get the…blood out of it, but I was to bring it to you first so you could collect your gifts.”

She held the gifted bag from the festival out for you to take, which you did, albeit slowly and shakily. You hoped your eyes showed your thanks to Okoye, for opening your mouth and speaking regularly was not a possibility. 

She watched you, not bothering to hide her worry as you looked down at the bag before looking back at her. You should’ve known what would happen as soon as she asked that one question, and in a way, you did know; but maybe you were still looking for that feeling of comfort, for someone to tell you that it’d be alright. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” 

You tried to nod, you really did, but that was all it took for every emotion you had been fighting back to make themselves known in a way that you’d surely be embarrassed about later; but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. 

You didn’t remember dropping the bag or grabbing the door to steady yourself; you definitely didn’t remember Okoye’s firm hands reaching out to pull you into her body, her arms tight as they kept you steady. 

You didn’t want to remember seeing with your tear-filled gaze how the door down the hall shut quietly as Okoye ushered you back into your room. Despite not remembering the moment you fell asleep, the one thing you could recall was that visual. 

Uyeva?: Are we clear/you hear me?

Ndiyathembisa: I promise

A/N: :)))))))))))) I hope y’all enjoyed this part!! Like I mentioned, this part where we’re starting to delve deeper into the plot, and I hope y’all like it as much as I enjoyed planning it! 

Don’t hesitate to like, reblog, and/or comment! I always say this, but I’ll continue to say it: Y’all’s comments will always make me smile and laugh, and they always 

Stay safe, y’all!

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EYES ON YOU 👀

Prompt: While working at your campuses studio you catch the eyes of two women. What happens when you meet them again at a party?

Contains: Cursing, and implied drinking

Disclaimer: This is my first book so please don't be harsh. I love suggestions and tips so, please leave them. Reader will be using She/Her pronouns. This Y/N is black!! Please do not ask me to change the race. I will not and you will be blocked. Co-written with @caammiiiiii

Suggested songs: Next Lifetime-Erykah Badu (for the party scene) Welcome to The Party-Pop Smoke and Nicki Minaj

Please enjoy chapter 1!!

Chapter 2 HERE

Chapter 3 HERE

Paint Studio

“Now what am I supposed to do?…. When I want you in my world?” Y/N hummed as she doodled on her checklist for the day.

“Have you started the canvas yet?” Your friend Kahliya asked, slightly startling you.

“Girl no, I need to though.” You replied, with a chuckle. “I’ve been out of it all day and I have no idea why?” You say as you begin tracing out pictures on the canvas. “I think it’s time we go out and party, clear our heads with some drinks. Kahliya implied. “You think drinks, loud music, and sweaty bodies are gonna clear our heads?” You questioned. “Yeah, it always does!” Kahliya said, with a smirk.

As you two begin to laugh you’re interrupted by the bell. A tall, slender woman with curly hair and shaved sides walks in with a confused look on her face. You meet eyes and smile at her silently inviting her over.

“Hello, I have reservations for a couples Paint and Sip at 6 o’clock for S.Udaku?” The woman said, with a slight head tilt. You quickly look through the reservation list for the name to check her in. “Yes ma’am, the studio is ready. Would you like to go now or wait for the other person in your party to arrive?” Y/N asked. “I’ll wait, thank you for asking.” The woman replied with a slight smile revealing the glint of her grills. Your eyes feel on her lips, focusing in on them. “Well, while you wait, here are the wines we have to choose from.” You say as you hand her the drink menu. She looks at you with low eyes for a quick second before taking the menu with a nod.

While you and Kahliya walk toward the couple's room to make sure everything is in place, suddenly the bell rings alerting us of someone entering. A shorter girl with braids and sunglasses enters with a big smile on her face. She was shouting someone’s name who I perceive is the person from earlier. I walked over to them and told them the room was ready and that they could follow me.

As I walk them to their room I quickly introduced myself with a wide smile. As we approach the room the taller woman asked in a thick accent “We’ll take one bottle of Chardonnay and cheese board.“ Yes, ma’am, I will be right back.” I say as I close the door leaving them alone.

As you prepare the glasses and tray Kahliya comes up behind you and whispers with a sly smile “Bitch, they’re cute!” Kahliya says as you chuckle. “I knowwwww, but they have to be together.” You say with a frown. “And?” Kahliya questions. “And nothing! I’m not going after someone who is already in a relationship.” You say. “You’re no fun.” Kahliya says while rolling her eyes. You mock her quietly as you bring the couple their food.

With a quick knock, you alert the two of your presence. They both look up from their canvas and look at you with low eyes. You felt a little intimidated by the two but brushed it off and finished your task. “Here are your glasses and hors d'oeuvres. I hope you enjoy, please give the bell a ring if you need any help.” You exclaimed with a smile. They both give you a small thank you and you quickly leave trying to disturb them anymore.

Next Day

The next day I found myself finishing my makeup before getting dressed for school. I decided to go with green flared pants, a light red cropped top, and an oversized flannel jacket for the day. While I was heading to my first class, someone caught my eye. It was the shorter girl from yesterday’s bookings. She was wearing blue wide-leg jeans with a black cropped top. She caught you staring and smirked. You give a short smile back but quickly walked off to your first class.

That night

“Girl are you almost ready?” Kahliya whines.

“I am.” You let out a sigh. “I just can’t get my eyeliner even. Can you come and tell me if it looks good?” You asked. “Oh my goshhhhh girl, let me see?” Kahliya groans. She walks into the bathroom with a black, mesh top with a black mini skirt, and clear heels. “You look soooo good!” You squealed. “Nooo, honey you look wayyy better!” Kahliya exclaimed. You had on a black, cropped top with ties around your waist, black flared leggings, and black and white Jordan 1’s. “Thank youuu babe, now help me.” You say. “When is Kameryn coming to pick us up?” Kahliya asked while fixing your makeup. “She should be pulling up in about 5 min.” You say. *honk*honk* “Or right now.” You laugh.

As you two walk out you hear Les coming from the car. “Bitchhhh, you look good!” You squealed. Kameryn was wearing a black asymmetrical dress with black tie-up heels. “Thank you girl! Now hurry up.” Kameryn says with a smirk. As we pull up to the party, you could see the neon lights flash and feel the bass from the music. Our trio is hit with a strong smell of booze and weed as we walk up to the entrance. When you walk in you had this feeling of being watched, but you quickly brushed it off when Kameryn dragged you through the crowd toward the bar.

“Let me have a shot of Henny!” Kameryn shouted over the music. “We’ll take some too please.” You shouted. As we waited for our drinking, you still had the feeling of you being watched. “Y/N? Y/N?” Kameryn and Kahliyah shouted. “Huh?” You jumped. “You kinda zoned out there? You good?” They questioned. “Yeah, I’m good.” You say softly. Still having the feeling of being watched.

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[angelsmist]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: shuri invited you to wakanda for the holidays, and you can’t help but feel homesick

warnings: cursing

note: IKK this is like two days after christmas but i’m posting it anyways LMFAOOO hopefully i’ll get part two out later today, if not then tmrw

this is not proofread so idk

“so, what are your plans for the break?” your classmate, natalie, asked, trying to make conversation

you frowned at her question. although shuri had never hinted at it, you truly did hope she would ask you to visit wakanda with her. you knew she wouldn’t do that, but a part of you wished she would.

the night syniah’s friends ditched you was a night that remained in your mind. although you couldn’t remember too much from it, shuri filled in the blanks for you. and waking up to tea and breakfast made you finally confront the feelings you had been trying to hide.

the feelings that made your stomach churn whenever shuri smiled at you, or the electricity you’d feel shoot throughout your body whenever you two made physical contact. you were falling for the princess, to simply put it.

you were an overthinker, so when you started to wonder if shuri could feel the same, you shut the whole idea down in fears of ruining the entire friendship with your thoughts.

tati told you about the phone call she exchanged with shuri the night she took you to her dorm, which got into your head for a while. tati had you seriously convinced that shuri felt the connection between you two as well.

you thought you were being delusional, though.

“i dunno,” you replied to the girl after some time. today was the last day before you were officially free, so most of your class was free. shuri didn’t come to class, and you assumed it was because she was packing. “probably visit family.”

“oh. i though you was going with the princess to wakanda, or sum.”

your eyebrows furrowed in response. “uhh…why would you think that?”

“everybody thinks y’all go together,” natalie informed, tapping her newly done nails on the table.

this was news to you. you thought it was just syniah’s ex friends who saw it that way. “really?”

“yeah,” she confirmed as if it were obvious. “that girl don’t really be hanging around nobody but you.”

“that’s not true.” you shook your head.

“i mean, yeah. she’s in groups sometimes, but she’s only ever been alone with you. at least, that’s what i see. don’t mind my nosy ass, though.”

natalie’s last sentence made you crack a smile. but, her words really did leave you wondering.

as if on cue, your phone began to vibrate rapidly. you pulled it out of your purse before someone could start a fuss about it, but you were a bit surprised to see shuri calling you. especially when she could’ve just come to class to ask you.

clearly, you weren’t going to answer it in the middle of class, so you excused yourself and stepped outside.

“hey, shuri. where have you been?”

“i’ve been packing. hey, (name), could you come by my dorm later? i need your help with something.”

shrugging off her vague reply, you spoke. “umm, sure. do you know how long it’ll take? i’m gonna have to start packing, too.”

“it won’t take long. hopefully.”

“okay,” you giggled breathily. “i’ll swing by after class, which, by the way, you should be in.”

“you know a princess always has her duties.”

shuri was pacing.

she had been for the past thirty minutes after you ended the call. she was extremely nervous.

she planned to ask you to go with her to wakanda. she wanted you to to as her girlfriend, but she felt that it would be pressure on you, which was the last thing she wanted to do.

a knock on her dorm made her jump, but stop going back and forth at once. after a quick glance in the mirror to make sure she was presentable, she twisted the knob and plastered a smile on her face.

the fake grin became real when she met your eyes and saw the beam that shone brightly on your face. you entered her dorm when she opened it even more, signaling that she wanted you to come in.

“hey, what’s up?” you greeted, walking past her to plop down on her bed as if were your own. “you said needed help with sum?”

the princess intertwined her fingers, evidently nervous, although you couldn’t see it due to the fact that you were working out your own nerves whenever you two made eye contact.

“yes, i do. but i need to ask you something first.”

you raised an eyebrow, remaining silent but egging shuri on too continue.

“you remember when you told me about your family wanting you to come with me to wakanda?”

you could’ve sworn that oxygen stopped going into your body the second you heard shuri’s words. “yeah, but, don’t worry about it. they’ll be upset, but they’ll get over it.”

“what if i told you i wanted you to come with me?” shuri would’ve stuck with that question, if it weren’t for her reading too much info your facials. “just for the sake of your family.”

you swallowed thickly. “well, um, if that were the case, i’d say yes.”

“well, then this is me asking you to come to wakanda with me. i understand if you wanna say no, since we don’t celebrate christmas-”

“no!” you interrupted her quickly. “i mean, i don’t mind at all. i’ve always wanted to see wakanda, so…”

naturally, you were nervous. after all, you were just a friend of shuri’s, and her taking you to such a private nation was a major deal. and for her to offer to fly you there as her plus one was a major deal to you. even if she said she was doing it for the sake of your family.

“good!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “you should start packing now, since we leave tomorrow.”

“hol on, what?”

“shit.” was all you could say as you took in the aircraft.

when you told you family that you couldn’t make it for christmas, they immediately knew why, and began to swarm you with demands and questions. you hung up, of course.

since you boarded the talon, the dora milaje hadn’t taken their eyes off you. of course, you couldn’t blame them, as you were a stranger, but, it didn’t exactly ease your nerves.

all they knew was that you had to have been special for shuri to invite you to wakanda so easily. maybe that’s why not a single one of them bought the act of you two being just friends.

shuri stood up from her seat next to you, noticing your uncomfortable manner. she walked over to the general, who was near the pilot of the talon, but she faced you. shuri stopped once she could get a clear view of where the pilot was going, and while she faced forwards, okoye faced backwards. “okoye, why so hostile? all of you have been eyeing her since she got on here.”

“i apologize, your majesty. but, you cannot expect us to remain unsuspicious.”

“she is not a threat,” shuri defended.”

“oh, i know,” okoye stated, a scoff releasing from her lips. “but she is not just a friend, either.”

“what are you suggesting, general?”

“you know what i’m suggesting, princess.”

with an annoyed sigh, shuri moved away from the doja milaje leader and back to the seat next to you.

to avoid tension, you cracked a joke. “so, do they approve?”

it took her a minute to understand your joke, but once she did, she offered a smile. “they’re a bit skeptical, but this is them being nice.”

“i’d hate to get on their bad side,” you joked once again.

“we are almost there,” one of the dora milaje you were told was named ayo announced. confusion washed over your features as you rose from your seat.

you walked to the front of the aircraft, looking at where you were headed.

it was just trees.

“i don’t understand,” you expressed your concern, turning to shuri for an explanation.

she wore a knowing smile, glancing at you momentarily. “i love this part.”

the ship was heading straight for the trees at full speed. you tried your best to trust shuri, but there was no sign of a thing for miles are your heart was already racing like you were running a marathon.

you instinctively gripped on shuri’s black coat to keep yourself from passing out.

just as you braved yourself for impact, the forest suddenly disappeared. you were rendered speechless as a large, beautiful, nation took its place. you released a breath that you unconsciously had been holding in for at least a minute.

once the panic had settled, you let the nation of wakanda sink in. it was…perfect.

as the talon zooms at full speed you get a clearer view of the city. there are trains surrounding towering skyscrapers that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

you let go of shuri’s jacket, not letting your eyes drift from the magnificent place once. “well, i see why y’all like to keep your country private.”

it’s when the jet finally comes to a stop that you officially realize where you are. not only that, but you also realize you are seconds away from meeting the queen.

“shuri.” you turned away from the view and to the princess who seemed to already be looking at you. “am i supposed to, like, bow to the queen, or…?”

“no, don’t bow,” she answered, although you weren’t sure if you entirely believed her since she was grinning from ear to ear.

one of the doras switched a lever, which opened the exit ramp and lowered it onto the ground.

despite it being below zero in atlanta, wakanda seemed to be the opposite. it isn’t too hot, but it certainly isn’t freezing cold.

the first thing you noticed as you step off the ship alongside shuri is how different the air is.

it was much purer, and felt a whole lot fresher. the next thing you noticed were the dora milaje lined up on both sides of the talon. as shuri came out of it, they did a salute that you weren’t familiar with. shuri acknowledged them, offering a polite nod.

you could see the queen open her hands so she could engulf her daughter in an affectionate embrace. their hug was filled with warmth that anybody could feel for miles.

the queen definitely got lonely occasionally since she had nobody in the family since shuri had gone off to college. the queen exhaled as she held onto her child tightly. “oh, how i’ve missed you, shuri.”

you couldn’t see shuri’s face, but you just knew her expression had to have mirrored her mother’s. “i have missed you, too, mother.”

once the hug was broken, shuri turned to you, grabbing your wrist to bring you closer so you stood in front of the queen. “mother, this is my friend, (name). this was the one i told you about.”

the queen had a suggestive look on her face. “ah, this friend. it’s lovely to meet you, (name).”

you wanted to be as respectful as possible. the last thing you wanted to do was offend the queen within the two minutes of you being there. “and it is an absolute honor to meet you, your majesty. wakanda is a beautiful nation, and i’m so grateful that you’re okay with me being here.”

“you are very special to my daughter, and she seems to really-”

“okay, that’s enough,” the princess interrupted, narrowing her eyes. “i need to talk to my mother, but aneka here will show you to your room. i’ll see you soon.”

wakanda certainly knew how to make their guests feel welcome.

your room was in the palace, to your surprise. you weren’t sure where you thought you’d be staying, but you certainly didn’t think it’d be in a guest room across from the princess.

you didn’t actually know anyone except for shuri there, so you stayed in your temporary room while you waited for her to come.

“it’s beautiful, right?”

you looked away from the window and left your own mind to see aneka, who had not left since you arrived in the room. you never asked her to leave, to be fair.

“yeah, it’s amazing,” you agreed with aneka, moving away from the gorgeous view to approach her. “this whole thing y’all got going on here…no wonder y’all didn’t want the world to know.”

aneka’s lips twitched upwards slightly at your interest in her home.

“so how much of this place is vibranium? like the trains? or maybe the floors?”

she blinked. “everything.”

“oh, shit,” you cursed. “you mean this whole place is running on vibranium?” a nod from aneka made you raise your eyebrows in shock. “that is sick.”

the sound of three knocks at the door was enough to grab both you and aneka’s attention.

“it’s shuri!”

the dora strode to the door and opened it with ease. she greeted the princess and you waited patiently as she entered your line of sight.

“hey,” the princess greeted, sitting at the window next to you. “so, how are you liking wakanda so far?”

“it’s breathtaking,” you spoke truthfully. “your home is straight up art.”

she chuckled, giving you that annoying feeling of butterflies in your stomach. “it really is. but are you sure you’re not feeling homesick? you always talked about how much you loved christmas and since we don’t celebrate it here, i thought-”

you waved your hands dismissively. “i don’t mind at all. i think of it as a christmas present, actually. getting to explore a place as magical as wakanda.”

you weren’t entirely lying. you did feel homesick. it was almost christmas, yet there weren’t any decorations that gave you the christmasy feel you’d get every year. and as much as you hated to admit, you missed your annoying ass family too. you didn’t want to appear ungrateful, though. you really were enjoying your stay so far.

“are you sure?”

“shuri, let it go,” you giggled. “i’m happy to be here. one christmas away from my family isn’t going to be the end of the world.”

“okay, i’ll let it go,” she acknowledged. “maybe we can go explore the city now. i think you’ll love everyone.”

“i’d love that. but, i need to use the bathroom first.”

with that, you got up from the seat and entered the bathroom. once aneka was sure you were no longer listening, she turned to shuri.

“you’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“you know i won’t.”

[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.

[pinkwright]

thinking about hbcu!shuri x hbcu!reader where shuri reveals she barely ever gets ate out as a dom top n reader offers to help her out

written.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

All I Do Is Think Of You I

Hbcu Shuriri X Hbcu black Fem reader .

Authors Note: This song got me in my mf feels

Summary: I For the first time you meet your dorm mates friends and start to only think about them.

Part 2

Backstory

Shuri and riri where your neighbors and your dorm mates best friend. Most of the time they where always at your dorm.You would admit to you friend you may have a little crush for them .You could never express those feelings to shuri and Riri obviously you didn’t want to mess up there relationship.Because of that you ignore them at all times .

When you see them walking towards you,you walk another way. When your at a party and you see them you leave the party . You woke up at times knowing they wouldn’t be there. When they text you you don’t respond.When they come your dorm you make up excuses on why you can’t stay . You did this for months hoping no one realized what you really where doing .

Present Day:

It was a Friday 6:15 pm you where in your dorm with your dorm mate Amani. “I got a question “ Amani starts to look at you . “I have a answer “ you say smirking . “Why do you always ignore shuri and riri” you in fact did not have a answer for this. You thought you hid it so well ,guess not . “Uhh what do you mean “ you look at her hesitantly. “Y/n you know damn well what I’m talking about” she say slightly raising her voice . “ ok fine a couple months ago I developed a crush and I don’t want to ruin their relationship “ you say talking in a fast pace yet Amani still understood you .”They miss you “ Amani says “There coming over and asking if you would stay this time they should come at 6:30 “ Amani says you start to look sad for you have done “I’m sorry Amani but I’m going to Zaryees 90’s party “ you say sounding sad . “I might go but probs not “ Amani says “ima leave at 8 the party at 9 “

you say to her .You started walking to your closet looking for your outfit . You heard a knock at the door it was was probably shuri and riri .”I’ll get the door “ you say while walking to the door.You open the door wide so They can com in while covering your face. They slowly walk in obviously seeing you. You lock the door after they come in. You walk back to your closet to find your outfit. Shuri and riri took a seat on Amani’s bed .You decided to wear some outfit from the show moesha and you where going to do your hair like her . You put your clothes in your bed .”The silence is real loud “ Amani says you let out a chuckle . “That’s because y/n doesn’t talk to us anymore “ riri says while Amani winks at you ,you roll your eyes at her.”Where you going “shuri asks while she watches you make your outfit.”Somewhere” you say while moving to your jewelry box.Shuri begins to hum after what you said . You layout your jewelry with your outfit.You move to your accessory rack you got out your sunglasses and purse. You then chose some heel fluffy brown boots and than chose you scent .”Done” you say looking at your outfit. “Ima take a shower because this party finna be lit asf “ you take your outfit leaving the accessories on the bed. You get your underwear from your closet and walk to the bathroom with your underwear clothes towel and your speaker.

(Outfit idea)

Shuri’s Pov

Y/n has been acting hella weird for months. She practically ghosted me and riri for some reason.I miss her , I miss y/n and how she was her laugh her smile .now she just runs away from me or riri .I don’t know why she runs away from us but when we try to talk to her about it she ignores us. So we stopped trying and left her alone.

“Where is y/n going “ I ask Amani in a serious tone of voice. “She going to some 90s party” Amani says while Turing on the tv . I was hella protective of y/n ,I couldn’t tell anyone why but I was . “ we going to that party" i demanded while getting up to leave."i was going to go anyway " riri said I roll my eyes and we leave her dorm .

Y/n's Pov

It had been 2 hours since your shower. Your did a orange make up look. You did you hair in pigtails with orange hair ties . You had brown glasses that rested on top of your head . You had a bandana bag that matched your blazer that had your keys and phone. “See you Amani “ you say while waving at her. You leave your dorm making it to the hallway. You check your dorm door to make sure it’s locked .You walk in hallway making it to the elevator you hear a door unlocked and close. You turn around and it’s Riri and Shuri .You run to the elevator and click on the first floor button. You get a notification on your phone from Uber you Uber was here . You got off the elevator waking out of the dorms heading to your Uber .

Once you made it to your destination you waited in line .you heard your name being yelled you turn around. “NORA!!” Nora was your best friend you grew up with her before you moved . You guys ran and hugged each other . “What are you doing here “ Nora says letting you go . “ My friend zaryee throwing the party “ you say to her. You feel the line start to move and you shuffle with it . You slowly make your way inside the party . You hear the song you believe is “Stay-jodeci” .The party looks cool you look on all sides and you see a bar.You walk over to the bar and get a margarita.You than started slowly moving your hips once you got your margarita and made it the dance floor .They start to play I Like by guy. I finished drinking my margarita and put my glasses on a random ass table while I was walking to the dance floor. Once I made it to the dance floor .I was slowly grinding and dancing around on people . Than the played Stay-By Jodeci.I slowly Danced and belly rolled on people .

Shuri’s Pov

Once we made inside the party I see y/n bumping and grinding on random ass women. It made me angry in a way to see her do that to someone that’s not me or riri . I decided to get a drink from the bar “ Aye can I get some whiskey light on ice “ i ask the bartender. I get my drink and head over .I see riri dancing and grinding just like y/n . I roll my eyes and just slowly admire riri and y/n for how they are . After I finished my drink I start to relax . I hear the beginning to the song that’s finna make y/n riri go crazy. Back that ass up starts to play . I get up from the my chair and get ready to get y/n off the dance floor.

Y/n Pov

They start the intro to back that ass up. You start to do a 2 step until the song really starts.The song starts and you start twerking .hoping that your dress don’t ride up your sides . You feel a firm hand on your back but you dance and dance until the song was over. You went back to the bar “Can I get 4 shots” .The bartender puts the places the shots on the table . “Thanks “ the Bartender nods from my response. You drink each shot one by one . “Can I get 4 more shots please “ you ask .Than you started to walk to the dance floor they started to All I do is think of you-Troops.You see this one person that looks familiar to me but you can’t tell your drunk . You hear your voice from a distance.”Can I dance with you ma” the voice sounds hella familiar but you can’t tell who’s voice . “Sure “ you start to sing “ I can’t wait to get to school each day~” you sing . You lay your head on their chest.

Riri’s Pov

Y/n placed her head on my shoulder and danced my hands where on her waist. Y/n looked up at and looked like she realized who I was. "you know you and shuri are my crushes I avoid you guys cause I love you" y/n says. She has to be drunk. "All I do is think of you guys" y/n says smiling. "Shuri" I yell getting her attention. “I think y/n is drunk and she just confessed love “ I say scared of Shuri’s reaction.”That makes sense why she has been hella weird “ shuri says while adjusting the rings on her finger I just nod . “Get her an Uber “ I say telling shuri . Shuri opens her phone ordering and Uber for us.We walk to the entrance while y/n is taking “Your really pretty riri can you pleaseeeeeeee give me a kiss “ I roll my eyes y/n is so drunk .The Uber comes after a while and we get in the Uber . Y/n starts to fall asleep on my chest . As I look at the girl on my chest I show a smile admiring her. She occasionally wakes up from time to time but still lays on my chest. Once we made it home sense y/n could still do things we told her to take a shower so she wouldn’t reek of the smell of alcohol. Once she did we gave her some pjs and we put her to bed while me and shuri where thinking about her confession .

The Next Morning

Y/n’s Pov

You wake up to some sun light in my face . You sit my self up and notice this isn’t my bed or bedroom. Where the hell are you and how did you get there . You look to the left and it’s riri and you look to the right and it’s shuri . How the fuck did your drunk self manage to get in this situation. You look to see if you had on pjs on thankfully you did.

“Don’t tell me my drunk self confessed my secret “ you say under your breath .

[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! 🫶🏽

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listen....i love me some alternate universe. when canon diverges???i eat that shit up. so here r some rapid shuriri au/canon divergent ideas

my prev. aus/ headcanon lists here

Museum AU!

Art Handler! Riri Williams is a part of the crew tasked to install the new, "Wakanda Forever" exhibit at [X Museum]. However over the course of the week, Riri starts to notice something strange about one of the portraits. This interest turns into obsession as the princess featured in the portrait starts to appear in her dreams, her untold story unfolding for Riri with each passing night. Soon enough the true nature of the Princess's curse is revealed--she has been trapped inside the painting. The threat of the curse becoming permanent looms over the pair as the exhibition's opening approaches and those keeping Shuri trapped clue in to her attempts to escape.

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HU v. HU ( or any HBCU rlly) Collegiate Marching Band AU!

Drum-major!Shuri (that school in VA...) x Drum major!Riri (that school in D.C) A rivals to friends to lovers AU.

Bonus: In concert band, Riri is a percussionist. Shuri basically plays any wind instrument annoyingly well.

(my alumni almost struck me dead for this oneee)

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Reality TV! Robotic Competition AU!

Rivals to Lovers! Watch the evolving romance each week between fan favorites, Shuri--Princess of Wakanda and Social Media Influencer + tech powerhouse and Riri, MIT sponsored genius, Chicago underdog/ Influencer

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Internet Friends AU!

Canon Divergent, Wakanda Forever. Strangers to Friends to Lovers. Riri and Shuri know each other before the events of Black Panther 1+2. We see their evolving relationship as they both experience hardships, only able to comfort each other through the screen before the events of Wakanda Forever.

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International Scandal AU!

Shuri is in a mostly amicable, arranged marriage with Namor for political purposes. She was fine with her life, not happy, not sad, fine, until she meets new lab tech! Riri Williams. As their relationship evolves, Shuri finally learns to live for herself after the death of her family. Potential conflicts include, Namor unwiling to dissolve the marriage for reasons other then love, Riri reluctant to to get involved with Shuri because of said marriage, and the potential scandal that arrises once their situation is forcably made public.

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School pickup!AU

Preschool teacher! Riri Williams and Auntie! Shuri. Shuri has a sudden interest in always picking Toussaint up from school after seeing the new teacher.

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A.I! Shuri x Lonely Scientist!

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Tattoo artist/piercer! Riri, Very Wealthy Customer! Shuri

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Finals Week AU!

Riri and Shuri are stuck inside the library till the extreme weather passes. Strangers to Lovers

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BIBLICALLY ACCURATE CAVE SCENE idccccc

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Little Mermaid AU!

Wakanda Forever, except Mermaid! Riri is trying to escape talokan /or other capture after her invention was stolen by human scientists She ends up on Wakanda's shores, cursed to go between human forms. (she falls in love ofc)