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More Time - A Private Man, Chapter 22

Summary: Bucky returns to Wakanda with Tracey, expecting the worst. In the privacy of their room she helps him deal with the guilt he feels for his decision.

Length: 5.2 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Shuri, Rebecca, Janice, M’Baku, Toussaint, Nakia.

Warnings: Angst, feelings of guilt.

Authors notes: This further explores the bond between Bucky and Tracey and how much she supports him. She really is the love of his life. I also wanted him to learn how much the Wakandans respect him. Divider by vecteezy.com

<<Chapter 21

As Bucky came through the portal with Tracey, he noticed a full guard of Dora Milaje and Queen's Guard soldiers lined up on either side of the large reception room. Shuri stood on a dais, beside M'Baku, of the Jabari tribe, along with the council, while Rebecca, Janice, Nebula, and Everett Ross stood to the side. Feeling somewhat anxious Bucky was aware of Tracey's hand slipping into his own.

"It's alright," she whispered. "You're not in trouble."

"I killed people," he replied. "Of course, I'm in trouble."

She still smiled at him, and he grasped her hand firmly, walking between the two rows of guards. When they reached the end he disconnected his arm, offering it to Shuri.

"Thank you for sending the arm to me to use in the fight on the carrier but I'm no longer worthy to wear it," he said. "It should be given to Nebula, who will transport it to its new owner, as we agreed."

Shuri stepped down and took the arm from him, turning to Nebula who had stepped down with her.

"Give this to your colleague, Rocket," said Shuri. "His careful calculations in designing an explosive that was just big enough to stop an invasion of our country by hostile forces will always be appreciated. You and all of your colleagues are welcome to visit us in the future."

Nebula nervously took it, bowing her head slightly, then she returned to her place. Shuri turned her attention back to Bucky, trying to appear stern but she was too good natured a person to keep up the pretence and she smiled at him before addressing everyone.

"Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes has atoned for his previous assistance to an enemy of Wakanda by taking definitive action against a much larger and hostile army, that would have ravaged our country for its natural resources, would have enslaved our people as its captive workforce, and would have done so to provide profit to foreign interests. In so doing he didn't hesitate to give his own life to protect our country, as well as protecting the lives of his loved ones. He did so forgoing a promise he made to himself to never kill again, knowing that taking this drastic but seemingly necessary step was, at the time, the only way to stop the hostilities permanently. Bast and Sekhmet decided to smile upon Sergeant Barnes for his courage, sending him the means to undo his decision, giving him the time and the extra forces to defeat the enemy honourably. For his actions Sergeant Barnes will be forever known as White Wolf, Hero and Son of Wakanda. He and his family will always have a place in our society. He will always be welcome to use our future gifts to him." She leaned forward and spoke in a lower voice. "The new arm isn't quite ready yet but will be in a few days. Stay with us for a while and show your family your home country."

He didn't know what to say so he bowed his head quickly then went to Rebecca, hugging her for what seemed like an eternity. Even Janice received an affectionate hug. When he saw Everett Ross, he wasn't sure what to say to him, remembering the history he had with the man, but the former CIA agent just smiled and extended his hand to shake Bucky's.

"Just so you know, my ex-wife was always a bitch," he said. "Her ambitions always overrode her loyalty to our marriage. That's about the time I realized she brokered a lot of shady deals. I was here when you were undergoing treatment. They never shared the details, but I could see by their disgust that HYDRA did unspeakable things to you. I'm sorry for not realizing how much torture you went through to force you into compliance."

"Everett was our escape route out of Wakanda if they managed to get into the country," said Tracey. "He was going to pilot us out of here."

It was as if he saw the man in a new light and Bucky offered his hand again to shake Everett's then his gaze fell upon Nebula. She faced Bucky, holding his old arm, seeming almost afraid to look him in the eye.

"You brought my wife to safety," he said. "I am forever in your debt. Take the arm to Rocket. I had a deal to give it to him, in exchange for the little bomb he made me." She looked distressed and Tracey whispered into his ear about what giving the arm to Rocket meant to her. "He will still be thrilled that you're the one giving it to him. I know that he's very fond of you. For five years you only had each other and that's a bond only you two share. Believe that."

Suddenly he remembered something, and he gestured to the arm, removing his wedding ring from the ring finger and placing it on his right hand. He turned back to Tracey with a look of regret on his face.

"I'm sorry I left you. I feared that they would find a way to turn me, and I couldn't let them do it. Once I saw the dark sorcerer there, I knew. My biggest regret was leaving you and our son, not seeing him grow up."

"How do you know it's a boy?" asked Tracey.

Bucky shrugged, reluctant to say anything in front of the others. "A hint of a vision maybe that I don't even know for certain if I actually saw. I just knew. Do you forgive me?"

She stifled a sob and nodded as tears came to her eyes. "I do. For better or worse was in the vows we took. I still get to love and cherish you after death." A ragged breath came out of her, followed by a smile. "Don't you ever do that again, James Buchanan Barnes."

He held and kissed her passionately until a little cough interrupted them. Shuri was waiting.

"Come, you must want to change out of these clothes," she said. "We have something here for you. Okoye will go to the resort and pick up your baggage. Are you hungry, Sergeant Barnes?"

"Always," smiled Bucky. "I haven't eaten since last night."

Tracey took him to their quarters where clean clothing awaited him. While he showered the others went to the dining room and waited on his arrival. A feast was put out for all of them, and Bucky explained many of the dishes that were laid out, remembering them from his time in Wakanda. It pleased him that Tracey, Rebecca, and Janice tried everything that was given to them, taking seconds of many of the dishes. Tracey, especially, still seemed inclined to eat more than her normal amounts. He noticed Shuri watching Tracey. She must have sensed his scrutiny because she looked at him in anticipation of a question.

"Your Majesty, when we talked to you before we left for our honeymoon you said you wanted to examine Tracey," he said. "Were you able to learn anything from the samples you did get?"

Smiling she nodded. "Yes, nothing to be concerned about Sergeant," she replied. "But you mustn't refer to me as Queen anymore as we have a King." She looked at M'Baku who was at the feast. He nodded his agreement for her to say more. "We have an agreement that M'Baku will act as regent, taking on the role of King of Wakanda. I will stay on as head of science and technology as well as another role, that I take over from my brother."

"You're the Black Panther," stated Bucky, standing up as he realized the implications of what she just said. "You would have defended the country. I didn't have to ...."

She stood up also, putting her hand on his and smiled. "I didn't truly understand that was your intention when we agreed to give the raccoon the arm and I pretended I was still a queen. It suited our purposes for outsiders to think the country was ruled by someone seen as a child. Ross and Fontaine thought the death of my brother and mother made us weak and, in their quest to conquer us they made many assumptions and mistakes. When you made your sacrifice, it proved your loyalty to Wakanda and its people beyond all doubt."

M'Baku rose and stood next to her. "White Wolf, you have the true heart of a Wakandan warrior and took it upon yourself to protect our country, at the cost of your own life. Even though the battlefield was on the ocean the Avengers willingly came to our defence. With Shuri free to be the Black Panther and be part of the Avengers when she is called, and with me as king, no one will ever think they can take what is ours again. We will not permit it."

The big Wakandan gave Bucky a bear hug as proof of his thanks. Bucky didn't know what to say, as this news wasn't something he had ever expected to hear. It should have made him feel better but there was still a feeling in him that wasn't right.

"A full physical of Mrs. Barnes would still be advised," continued Shuri, as if nothing had changed, "just to clear up any discrepancies. Then we can talk about the pregnancy. There is no rush. I understand some damage was done at your home and it must be repaired before you return. Enjoy your stay with us. Both of your employers are aware of what happened and have given their blessing to you taking another week. I promised Mrs. Proctor and Mrs. Harris the opportunity to visit our border tribe and have the opportunity to pet the rhinoceroses. King M'Baku has extended a similar invitation to all of you to observe the white gorillas in their natural habitat. I understand your own village wishes to meet your family."

"Then I guess we'll stay," replied Bucky. "Thank you for taking care of them."

"It was our privilege and honour," said King M'Baku. "Now, return to the feast. There is much to celebrate."

Over the next few days, the group was escorted to tour the border tribe lands, the Jabari lands, and finally the village where Bucky lived during his treatment. In each place they were all greeted with chants of "White Wolf" as word had already gone out about Bucky's sacrifice. He downplayed what happened, still feeling uncomfortable with the acclaim, admitting only to wanting to keep Wakanda safe. At feasts held in his honour Rebecca was asked to tell stories of him as a young man which she freely obliged, including telling them about Bucky braiding her hair when she was a child. Their encounters with the rhinos, then the white apes and finally some of Bucky's now grown baby goats were all memorable for the group. As they flew back to the palace after the third day Tracey held Bucky's hand on the aircraft, knowing he was still unsettled by something.

"I understand better why you did what you did," she said. "This is an incredible country with amazing people. Ross would have ruined it willingly to get to their resources. You couldn't let that happen."

"I should have trusted that Shuri found a way to resurrect the Black Panther," he replied, looking down. "I just assumed that with T'Challa gone that they had no protector."

"Because that is what you are, Sergeant Barnes," said Ayo, who had accompanied them on the tour. "You have always been a protector, from childhood on. It is why we were sure the HYDRA programming could be successfully removed from your mind. It is why you will be a good father and husband. Do not fret over what you did. Bast gave you a second chance and you succeeded in stopping Ross without the loss of life."

He gave Ayo a small smile, accepting her sentiments, even though he was still concerned he had overstepped his boundaries. When they arrived at the palace and returned to their rooms, he and Tracey finally had some time to themselves. In the privacy and quiet of their room they made love, with a sweetness and gentleness that was welcomed by both. As they lay in the soft bedclothes that were assembled around them Tracey's head was on Bucky's shoulder, his right arm cradling her next to his body. He told her about the two visions he had in the darkness in that final moment of his death before Dr. Strange brought him back.

"Funny that meeting Steve was the first thing that came to mind," he said softly. "But then I had just said goodbye to you. You were the last person I wanted to see. I'm still sorry I hurt you when I sent you back."

"You were protecting me," she answered. "Keeping my soul from being engulfed by the blast, I guess. How did you know how to find me?"

"I didn't," said Bucky, squeezing her closer. "It was laid out in front of me, like the Milky Way but brighter. I just followed it and I saw you sleeping. You were so beautiful, like a goddess, laying in a bower of flowers, except it was all light that surrounded you. My goddess, full of light and our child. Maybe that's where I saw him, his presence in you."

"How did Dr. Strange know where to find you?"

He shook his head. "I honestly don't know but he was there, in the darkness with me, and when I asked if he could show me my parents once more, he was so kind and pleasant to me. He can be very abrupt at times, but he was so compassionate. To see Rebecca as a child again, that was something. For all of our age difference we were so close. He asked if there was one thing I could change in my life what it would be."

His throat constricted and Tracey raised her head to look at him, seeing the emotion on his face as he struggled to reign in his feelings.

"It's okay," she whispered. "You can always cry with me."

"I chose more time with you and Rebecca," he choked out before weeping. It took some time for him to regain control while Tracey stroked his face and chest, comforting him. "I didn't want to leave you or her but there was no one else who could get to that ship and find out what was waiting for us. Once I saw the dark sorcerer, I knew what they planned, and I wasn't going to let anyone become enslaved like I had. I thought ... I thought with that one act I could make proper amends for all of it, all that I did when I was the Winter Soldier. Then to find out that it wasn't ...."

He began weeping again and Tracey laid on top of him, covering his body with hers. He raised his right hand to his face, covering it as he felt the despair overtake him. Calmly and softly soothing him, Tracey stroked and kissed his face and hand, until he was spent. Great sobbing breaths ripped through his chest several times before he was able to look at his wife with eyes that were still tortured.

"Can you sit up?" asked Tracey gently. "I want us to be eye to eye for this."

He nodded and used his single hand to prop himself up against the headboard while Tracey straddled him. Gently, she took the edge of the closest sheet and wiped the tears from his face, before placing her hands on his cheeks. Then she gazed at him, caressing him from his hair down to his shoulders, her eyes following her hands as she did so.

"I forgive you for leaving me," she said first. "I know that you only did it because you felt it was your last resort, the only chance to save your friends, Wakanda, Rebecca, and me. The guilt that you're feeling for making that choice is going to take time to dissipate. It feels worse because you learned the Black Panther still lives and you wonder now if your sacrifice was necessary. You also feel guilty because you killed again, not a single person, but hundreds at one shot. When you found out about Ross being a witness to your slavery, and he so cruelly dismissed it as collateral damage, it's because he knew it would trigger you, that it would destroy you, but it would bring him satisfaction. A man like him always has to be right, no matter who gets hurt, or killed, as long as he can twist it to his beliefs, he'll always think his way is the right way."

"You weren't there, how do you know this?" Bucky asked, puzzled. "That happened before you got there."

"Sam's video cams were active," replied Tracey. "We were watching it happen live, even when time stopped the cameras kept rolling. Then when you wanted to kill Ross yourself and Dr. Strange stopped time to give you the opportunity to do it, I knew I had to be with you. Shuri contacted Wong and he opened a portal and came with me. I wasn't going to let you face Ross by yourself. All the other times I've been with you, maybe not always right beside you, but with you in spirit and with love. Bucky, you did what you thought was right at the time, and it was right. If you didn't do that then they would have turned you and the Avengers, then Wakanda would have been invaded. They would have put up a good fight but all of the enhanced humans that were turned would have had no restraints on them and they would have overwhelmed the country. Ghost, alone, would have been able to defeat Shuri. Wakanda would have been lost, you would be a real monster, as would all the Avengers, and Ross would be the most dangerous man in the world, worse even than Alexander Pierce, because he would have the actual means to take over the world, all in the name of keeping American interests safe."

For the longest time Bucky stared into Tracey's eyes, trying to find the holes in her argument but there were none. It was true. At the time he activated the bomb that was the only option that could be taken.

"Dr. Strange didn't just happen to be there in the darkness with me, did he?" asked Bucky quietly.

She shook her head. "The others don't know this, but I had a vision as well after you pushed me away from the blast and I woke up screaming," she said softly. "They gave me something to calm me down. As I lay there, I saw a life without you. Rebecca, losing her will to live and dying before the baby was born. Me, trying to go on alone. Sam devastated ... all of the Avengers gutted that you made the ultimate sacrifice for them. Except Thor and Valkyrie who see death differently than us. To them you died as a valiant warrior. Shuri, Ayo, Okoye, and M'Baku were filled with their own grief and guilt that you took their fight on as your own and they didn't think you would take that final step of ensuring the country's safety without them. So much responsibility that you willingly take on and you don't have to because there are many who would gladly share it with you." Her lips trembled and she took several deep breaths. "I asked the universe for help in that moment and Dr. Strange was suddenly there, said he heard me through several universes. He knew what you had done and at first, he thought you were the Soldier again then he used his Time Stone and saw everything, not just you but the others, Ross, Mordo, what they did to Walker, everything, including if you didn't activate the bomb."

"What did they do to Walker?" asked Bucky, already sensing the answer. "They turned him first, didn't they?"

Tracey nodded. "He was their test subject, not willingly either. Mordo worked out the process on him so that by the time he attacked the island he was their soldier. But the process wouldn't ever turn off. You told me once that you could be reset if you were knocked out. That when you came around the Soldier would be gone, and you were either yourself or in a confused state. With Mordo's process it would be permanent. Once turned, always turned unless he reversed it. Dr. Strange saw a future where you were all turned and knew he had to undo what Mordo did, so he went back many times and saw all of it. He did all that in the fractions of a second before he finally appeared to you in that moment before you died."

"When he asked me what one thing I wanted to change," admitted Bucky, "and I chose more time with you and Rebecca."

"Oh, Bucky, don't you see?" asked Tracey, grasping his shoulders. "You could have gone back to the beginning, been 4F in the war, not become a Howling Commando, not got on the train, prepared yourself better for the shot that blasted you out the hole, found a different hand hold, not have fallen, so many possibilities. Instead, you chose more time with me and Rebecca. To the sorcerer that holds the Time Stone that was like music to his ears. All you wanted was a bit more time with the people you love."

Bucky's face brightened and he gave a quick breath of realization as he accepted that his choices had mattered. Even though the decision to explode the bomb was undone, it had opened up possibilities that made a difference. Life would be alright, and he would be okay, because he chose more time with this woman who meant so much to him. Time with her and Rebecca was worth more than money, attention, fame, all of it. In a world that valued success and material things he had chosen something much more valuable. Smiling at her with all the love he felt at that moment, Bucky raised his right hand to Tracey's face and caressed it.

"I'm a lucky man to have someone who's much too good for me in my corner," he said. "You and Rebecca are everything to me. Don't ever give up on me."

"Not a chance," she replied. "Rebecca feels the same way. Now, how about you and I shower, we get dressed up in our real clothes that Okoye was kind enough to bring, and we start this next part of our lives knowing that it will only get better from here."

"Okay, but now that I have you here," he smiled, looking down at his lap. "We can be a little late for dinner."

She looked as well and embraced him, joining him in celebrating the transcendent essence of their connection. The calls made to their kimoyo bead bracelets were ignored while they explored each other's bodies with joy.

When they arrived at the dining room the difference in them both was noticeable as Tracey glowed in both her early pregnancy and as a wife on her extended honeymoon, while Bucky radiated the confidence and good nature he once did as a handsome young man, even with only one arm. He pulled a chair out for Tracey then sat beside Rebecca who leaned over and touched his hand.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her face concerned. "You seem different."

"I am different," he answered, squeezing his sister's hand with a grin. "We'll have a good talk later. Just know that you mean so much to me."

The Wakandans entered, to which they all rose in respect to King M'Baku. There were others following behind him including a young boy. Bucky was unsure who the boy was, having never seen him before, but he was wearing Wakanda's version of casual clothing. A few steps behind him was Nakia, who he knew had been King T'Challa's lover and rumoured secret wife. Shuri looked indulgently at the boy as they approached, then smiled at Bucky when they reached the table.

"Sergeant Barnes, may I introduce the heir to the throne, Prince T'Challa II, the son of my late brother, King T'Challa I," she said, in a voice loud enough for their small group to hear. "His existence is to be known only within these walls for his own protection, with the exception of you and your family. I would make the formal request that you assume the role of one of his mentors, so that he might learn the necessity of honour and sacrifice firsthand. Do you accept my request?"

"I accept, your Highness," he replied, with a small bow of his head.

"Outside of these walls the prince goes by the name Toussaint, reflecting his Haitian birthplace," said Nakia, who had joined them. "My King wished for him to be raised in a different environment, away from the court. "Toussaint, this is Sergeant James Barnes, known as White Wolf. You recall your baba talking about him."

"Yes," replied the young boy looking up at Bucky with a smile. "He said you were a man of honour and that you liked your baby goats."

Bucky chuckled, remembering the gentle teasing he received from T'Challa whenever he visited Bucky in the village. They were happier times.

"Your father was the best of men, your Highness," said Bucky. "I owe him my life. It would be my honour to be of service to you."

A pleasant smile from the boy reflected his acceptance of Bucky. With a wave of his hand M'Baku encouraged everyone to sit at the large table and the food was served. The conversation was lively and there was much laughter as stories were shared during the meal. When dinner was finished the King approached Rebecca and offered her his arm.

"There is something I would like you all to see," he said kindly. "We will take an elevator to the roof so that you have the best view of anyone in the city. Mrs. Proctor, if you please."

She took his arm, and the big man slowed his steps to match hers, entering a large elevator that took them all up to a viewing area on the roof. It was a stunning scene as the whole city was visible to them in the twilight. Assisting Rebecca to sit in her chair M'Baku stood in front of the group and faced the city. Somewhere a microphone amplified his voice so everyone in the city could hear him. The sounds of activity below lessened as attention was given to the King of Wakanda.

"This past year was both painful and tumultuous for Wakanda," he said gravely, "with the loss of King T'Challa and Queen Mother Ramonda. We were attacked by Namor and found ourselves at a loss of how to adequately defend ourselves without the presence of the Black Panther. Princess Shuri, with her intellectual skills, found a way to regrow the heart shaped herb and in the process was able to resurrect the protector of Wakanda, taking the mantle onto her own shoulders. We thought we were alone in the world but that is not the case. The White Wolf stepped up, along with the Avengers, to show the world they will not stand by when the sovereignty of an independent nation is threatened. Tonight, we honour White Wolf for his sacrifice and his service. This is your home, Sergeant Barnes, always."

A flaming arrow was shot from the roof into the air, exploding into a large firework display that covered the entire sky. As several Talon fighters skimmed overhead, trailing bright plumes of fluorescent smoke, thousands of drones assembled and began showing images of Bucky, starting from his original time in Wakanda, then moving on to the battle against Thanos. When people were turned to dust after the Snap there was an audible gasp, not just from the people on the rooftop but from the population who were watching, as a sprinkling of ash was visible, dissipating as it fell from the sky. The reappearance of the decimated brought loud cheers from the streets as it showed the combined armies of the world reassembling near the Avengers compound to fight Thanos. There were scenes of Bucky at work on the docks, his intervention in the robbery, the rescue at Coney Island, then the wedding, and finally his escape from the helicopter to landing on the aircraft carrier and destroying it, bringing more gasps from everyone. The reversal of the explosion was followed by resumption of the battle on the aircraft carrier with the appearance of the Wakandan force bringing cheers. It ended with an image of Bucky appearing first, dressed in an Avengers uniform with the other Avengers, including Shuri as the Black Panther spread out in a line to symbolize that they would defend Wakanda. When the drones turned off and flew away the fireworks continued for several long minutes.

Throughout the display Bucky watched impassively, even as Rebecca and Tracey stayed close to him, watching him for signs of distress. He was uncomfortable with the attention, that much was certain, but he did stay and watch it until the end, when M'Baku addressed the crowd once more.

"Good people of Wakanda," he began, "it was our desire to name this date the Day of White Wolf, so that James Buchanan Barnes would know how much we value him as a friend of our country. However, it is not his nature to seek recognition, or fame, or acclaim, for doing things that he regards are his duty as an honourable man to uphold. In keeping with his desire to be seen as no better or worse than any one of us, we will respect his need for a simple life by celebrating him for tonight only, as he is a private man. He is a good man, soon to be a father, a husband, a brother, and always a friend to Wakanda." He gestured to Bucky and leaned close to him when they stood side by side. "This once, take your due. It has been a long time coming, Bucky."

Lifting Bucky's right hand in his and raising his other hand M'Baku yelled out "White Wolf" then stepped back when the crowd repeated it and chanted. As music began playing below him, and songs were sung extolling his virtues, he stood and accepted the good will of the people in the city. M'Baku brought everyone up to support him; Tracey and Rebecca each had an arm around him, Janice was at Tracey's side, as the others stood behind him, except for Toussaint who stood in front of his new mentor, occasionally looking up at the man his father considered a friend. It would be a moment both of them would remember in the friendship they developed over the coming years.

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Unbreakable Part 2 (Erik Killmonger x Black OC

Warnings: none, just some angst featuring your two favorite neighborhood assassins lol

She knew it was wrong but every night, Naja counted down the days until she could leave. However, with only one week behind her and seven more in front, she quickly found that practice more disheartening than helpful.

She had kept her word to T’Challa thus far, no outward complaints nor did she sequester herself from the family just because he was around. She actually found it fairly easy to simply pretend he was not there. At every meal and family gathering, she talked to everyone but him and he did not speak to her. They just orbited around each other like two planets forcing themselves not to collide.

Was it childish? Perhaps. But was it the best she could do? Yes. And T’Challa and Nakia seemed grateful for it even if it was a bit awkward for everyone.

She missed the days when Erik was kept securely out of sight and out of mind. He and the memories only resurfaced when she was here, which is why she avoided Wakanda. She knew it was foolish to avoid an entire country because of one man. But when you saw and felt that man in everything, his barking laugh in the wind, his youthful smile in the sunset, his passion in the roaring of the falls; and when the dull but still painful edges of heartache accompanied all those memories… It was difficult to find beauty in it. Erik was wrapped up in so much she loved about Wakanda. And when he left, everything felt tainted.

When she was not in these borders, she rarely thought of him at all. Her missions, those in need in Nigada, had always been better occupants of her time. Pretending to be someone else meant that she could lay Naja and her feelings about Erik and her life overall at the border until she returned. Of course, that meant that Naja herself had no time or energy to deal with the insecurities, heartaches, and trials life placed upon her. She just did not think of any of it. But she realized now, confronted every day with a pile of her unresolved feelings, that time did not diminish them. It only made it worse.

She did not think of love either, had yet to find a man worth her time for more than a single night. And she knew she never would. She rarely trusted anyone, occupational hazard, but she could never trust her heart with someone again. At least not in the way she did with him. She had no proof her heart even functioned like that anymore.

She could not stop herself from stealing glances at him every once in a while, studying the ways in which the time had changed him. And it had and not just physically. Like her, he was a different person. Though it seemed as if the teenager she knew and loved, one full of light and laughter was still in there somewhere, beneath everything else. Every once in a while, he would say or do something that reminded her of the old him and she would have to stop herself from smiling or laughing or reminiscing on the memories it would spark. And then she would remember their last conversation, remember what he truly thought of her and their time together, and that little flame died out immediately.

During the day, she spent most of her time with Nakia, only stepping away for the rest of the day to practice her training. It was her favorite stress reliever and helped clear her mind. After which, she would retreat to her room until dinner to pour over her notes once again, praying a clue or lead would jump out at her.

The couple that did were dead ends when she relayed them back to Dayo. But she kept trying. She supposed she was grateful that no child had gone missing since she left but she knew that by the time she returned, that would not be the case. Despite being in another country, she still felt responsible and that she needed to do her part to find them.

“Malika, calm down. We will find them, I promise.”

“I know, I know. I just wish I was there to help you.”

She could practically see Dayo shaking his head. “You are caring for your ill sister. That is hardly unimportant. You’ll be back in two months and we will bring all of them home. For the liberation of Niganda.”

“The liberation of Niganda,” she muttered back before ending the call. She bundled up her notebook and slid it back in her bag before heading down to breakfast.

She greeted the entire family, excluding Erik before sitting down next to TJ. He all but demanded his aunt sit next to him at every meal.

“So what do you have planned for the day, Naja?” Nakia asked as Naja filled her plate with food.

She could already tell she was putting on weight, even in a week. The hard lines of her muscles and body rounded out ever so slightly. She was not complaining though, she looked good.

She sat her glass down and shrugged. “It is the first day of training for the new year of War Dogs so T’Challa requested I spend some time in the training center, meet them, share my ‘more tamed’ experiences in the field.”

Shuri chuckled. “His attempts to lure you into staying are not even subtle anymore.”

Erik’s head jerked up, Naja choosing to ignore it. She could feel his eyes boring into hers as if he was waiting for her answer.

“Well, his attempts are in vain. I am more than happy to visit and see the other War Dogs but once the baby is here and you two are settled, I need to go home.”

She threw Erik a glance and watched as the tension seemed to leave his body but not his face. His face still looked angry for some reason that she could not place.

Shuri groaned, her face twisted up in disgust. “Hearing you refer to Niganda of all places as home is too much to handle.”

“I’m sorry,” Naja offered with a smile as she swiped a piece of fruit off her nephew’s plate, causing the young man to laugh and try to take something off hers. Before she knew it, they were in a play battle with their forks, her prince winning handsomely. “It is a shame my sister can’t join me on the training mat this time around. I miss our sparring sessions,” she winked at her.

Nakia smiled, patting her belly. “I know. But the closer we are to my due date, the less often T’Challa is ok with me even leaving our quarters. I think he’d have a heart attack if he saw me within 100 feet of the training center.”

Shuri shook her head. “He’s going crazy. He was always overprotective but he basically wants to wrap her in bubble wrap.”

“You know I love to rag on the king just like the next girl,” Naja teased. “But you can hardly blame him, missing most of the pregnancy and Prince T’Challa’s birth. It must weigh heavily on him. He has earned the right to bubblewrap you and I’m inclined to agree.”

Nakia scoffed. “I may have been out of the field for some years now but let’s not forget who taught you everything you know. I may not be able to beat you in combat anymore but I am still the older sister who protects you, not the other way around.

Naja offered her a soft smile. “My first and fiercest protector. I know. Just trying to return the favor,” she winked at her.

“I… um… gotta go meet T for meetings. I’ll catch up with y’all later,” Erik mumbled, getting up from the table awkwardly, leaving his breakfast half uneaten.

It was not odd to anyone in the room. Each of them often were the first to leave the table during meals, only able to sit in the same room with their emotions for so long. Naja merely read it as him not wanting to be around her, which she did not mind. It made avoiding him significantly easier if he was also avoiding her.

Naja watched as his back retreated before Shuri’s voice caught her ear.

“So you really aren’t ever going to tell me what really happened between you and N’Jadaka? Have you two really not seen or spoken since you were 17?”

Naja used her fork to stab a piece of fruit on her plate before popping it into her mouth.

“Nope. Not a single word. Neither of us even knew where the other was since he left Wakanda. I knew of his moniker, Killmonger, but other than that, nothing. I don’t even know if he survived the Blip.”

“He didn’t,” Shuri supplied. “So I guess it was more like 10 years for him. Still a long time.”

Naja felt a wave of sadness hit her. He was the sole person she tried to look for during that period. Even with the entire world in shambles, she called in every favor, poured over everything she could get her hands on to find out whether he survived. She never breathed a word of it to anyone, hating herself for even caring what happened to him. But she had never gotten an answer, his whereabouts and life a complete ghost with no discernable trail. So she convinced herself that he survived, that he was somewhere still happy without her. It was easier than thinking of him flaking away as dust in the wind.

Naja cleared her throat, a sorry attempt to lighten the conversation again. “Well, long time or not, you seem to know every other secret around here, Princess. Am I expected to believe no one has told you that one yet?”

Shuri shrugged. “What can I say? I am inquisitive. But I was so young when N’Jadaka left. I remember the engagement,” Naja stiffened uncomfortably. “And then he was gone. But even he doesn’t speak of what happened between the two of you. Why you decided to end things?”

The memories flooded Naja’s mind but she shook them off. She caught eyes with her sister, only holding them for a second before she glanced away. She could not take the pity that floated around in them, as if Nakia would always see her as the emotionally broken girl she found that night.

“Well, it seems as though you have the full story, Princess. He left and naturally, it only made sense to end the engagement.”

“Yes but that doesn’t ex-”

Naja stood up abruptly, unable to start her day rehashing how the love of her life abandoned her without a thought.. “My apologies, Princess. I really should be heading to the training. I can give you all the details on Erik and I another time. I shall see you both later.”

She knew it was wrong just to abandon the conversation like that but she had never even really discussed that night with anyone. It did not feel like breakfast conversation as if she were relaying her latest tryst with a one-night stand.

She hated being in her own head, her own thoughts and feelings. She wished she could be Malika again, a woman who thought of nothing beyond her job at a bar and liberating a country from a tyrant. Those were actionable steps, things she could actually do, problems she could fix, plans and thoughts that consumed every waking moment. Her job was her escape from everything else, from her life. She had been running from Naja and her mess for 15 years. And with the chains T’Challa had placed on her, the bitch was finally catching up.

Naja took a deep breath as she entered the training center beneath the palace. It was vast, home to both the Dora and War Dogs’ training programs. Her eyes twinkled as she took in the upgrades they had made since she was last there. It was advanced when she attended her first session. But now? The tech, the weapons available to them were truly a sight to see.

“Naja!” Eshe, the leader of the War Dog Initiative, waved her over. “Welcome home.”

They shared a salute as she gestured for Naja to follow her. She glanced over at the young women all practicing with spears. They were focused, moved as one body as if they shared one singular breath. It did not matter how often she saw the Dora train, they were mesmerizing every single time.

“Why did you not take the Dora route?” Eshe’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Oh…” she shrugged. “Wanted adventure, wanted to see the world outside our borders, and I wanted to do the thing that would be the hardest. That would challenge me the most.”

Eshe nodded as they walked to the War Dog portion of the center, the students sitting in neat rows waiting for their session to begin.

“Don’t let a Dora hear you say such a thing,” Esha warned, causing Naja to laugh.

“Our General would certainly have an opinion on that,” she admitted.

Eshe took her around to each of the new recruits, each one introducing themselves individually as they asked Naja questions. She was more than happy to share her experiences, or at least the ones that aligned with the War Dogs’ new purpose.

Watch and report, she kept having to remind herself as thrilling tales came to mind. She knew those would be far more interesting and entertaining but T’Challa wanted to keep that aspect of the initiative quiet for as long as he could. And that meant that, even within the program, most were not privy to what their fellow spies once did in the field. She was the old guard now, at the ripe age of 32. She had so much she wanted to tell them about the world and the trouble they would see. But then she would have to tell them to ignore it and she could not. Because she was not able to ignore it either, not anymore.

“Perhaps you would like to show them the type of combat skills they will learn during their training?” Eshe tilted her head toward the training mat.

Naja groaned. “Eshe…” It was not that she could not do it. But Naja did not enjoy being on display, having a group analyze every movement while she trained.

“Please? Who would like to volunteer to test out their skills with Naja?”

“Me!” N’Jadaka’s American accent filled the training center, Naja having to force her face to remain neutral.

This fucking bastard, she thought to herself.

“Oh Prince N’Jadaka! Bless Bast you were able to join us for our first day of training.” She glanced at Naja. “The prince is the Panther’s Tribe’s liaison with the WDI, all requests from the palace and briefs go through him and Princess Shuri for now. But soon they will transition to him fully.”

I am going to fuckin’ kill T’Challa.

“Is that right?” She offered through gritted teeth. “Well, I’d hate to harm a member of our royal family. I suspect I’d be thrown in Fort Hahn for such a crime.”

Erik grinned slyly. “I can handle it.”

But first, I’m going to kill him.

Eshe ushered them to the training floor. “No weapons. I want to show the recruits what you can do with just yourselves.”

They both nodded. She rolled her eyes as he stripped his shirt off, forcing her eyes not to follow the trails of scars across his chest and abdomen, all of them leading to a deep V that poked out of his joggers. She might despise him but she did not have to like him to recognize that he was still the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. She knew it was pure lust and nothing more but it made her uncomfortable. To feel anything toward him that was not indifference and dislike.

Everyone watched intently as the pair sunk down into their fighting stances. They circled each other, Naja sizing him up. Time outside of Wakanda had done much for his physique. His body was a brute weapon, carved over time and experience.

And she could practically smell his arrogance from across the room, the arrogance of a man who never lost a fight. Amusement danced in his eyes as he watched her studying him. Because she was not the strongest person in the room, Naja had to attack first and fast. She benefited from her short stature and lean body, years of dance lessons that she hated parlayed well into hand to hand combat.

She took a deep breath, clearing her mind of all else, even thoughts of the man in front of her, before she pounced. That was her strategy. Every person across from her in a fight was the same: her opponent. And her personal feelings, positive or otherwise, did not play a part.

Erik’s arrogance quickly faded as he took in the ferocity of her attacks, making him question his choice to get into the ring in the first place. He had been trying to find his in all week, a soft spot to just speak to her. But they were rarely in private and she did not even glance his way any time. After hearing her intentions to attend training, he convinced T’Challa that he also needed to be there. He thought, perhaps, if he let her use him as a punching bag at training, it would give them a chance to speak if nothing else. But now he wondered if he would even live to get the chance to speak with her. His lack of consistent training and refined skills showed. And the only thing that made him a match for her was the heart-shaped herb that coursed through his veins. Otherwise? She would have had him on his ass in no time.

Naja ignored the ache in her limbs as they both threw blow after blow. Moves and countermoves back and forth across the mat.

A hard push sent Naja tumbling to the ground, the young woman immediately able to catch her footing and bounce back to her feet. She chuckled as she approached him again, faking him out with a punch before delivering a swift but powerful kick to his abdomen, the man also falling down.

“I see someone got some Bast-ordained enhancements. It’s a shame we both know you would not win in a fight without them. Not so weak now, am I?”

Her chest heaved slightly, the young woman slightly out of breath but that did not deter her. She would win, her pride would not allow anything else.

He chose to ignore her last statement, his own voice from their last conversation ringing the shame bell loudly in his ears. Around her, it was deafening. “You know I can take you with or without ‘em.”

“You sure about that? Our King would’ve had me on my ass minutes ago. I guess all those blessed by Bast are not… created equal.”

He let out a vicious growl before pouncing again. Their skillful movements were more like a piece of art than combat, everyone mesmerized by their dance as they responded to each other as if they shared one mind. Everyone, including the Dora, stopped to watch them. One could have heard a pin drop in that room, only their grunts and the sounds of their blows filling the room.

Erik found it hard to keep up with her the longer they went. He did not even recognize her now, not really. On that mat, he saw everything T’Challa had warned him about. The woman he knew was still in there, he had seen glimpses when they were around the family. The soft, caring, and gentle girl he loved beyond reason. But the woman who battled him as if he were a sworn enemy? She was lethal, she was unforgiving, and she would not stop until he was on the ground begging for mercy.

And a moment of weakness on his part would give her her moment to shine and remind everyone why she was Wakanda’s fiercest warrior. His mind was not fully on the battle at hand as he examined her for the first time. Even in just a week, her body had started to fill out a bit compared to when she arrived. It looked good on her. She still had the same body shape as he remembered, her hips a bit fuller as she grew older. But she was still as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more so. In the heat of the battle, she had shed her tank top, fighting in only a matching sports bra and leggings set, that showed off her hourglass shape.

He could not help but study her smooth skin, it was flawless. Well, all except for one scar that caught his attention. He could only see half of it, part of it poking out of her leggings on her left side. He imagined it covered the entire length of her torso. In his curiosity and concern of how she got it, he gave her an opening for a punch and kick combination that knocked the wind out of him and sent him flailing to the floor.

One minute, his eyes were trying to memorize her form and the next, he was seeing stars against the ceiling. Naja straddled his hips, her forearm pressing into his neck with slight pressure.

Her long braids shielded both of their faces from the crowd as they laid on the mat for a moment. Both of their chests rose and fell quickly, their heavy labored breaths loud against the silence. His hands moved to her hips, anchoring her against him even as her arm partially crushed his windpipe.

It was the first time Naja had made eye contact with him, expecting to find nothing there for her. But instead, she saw a look of adoration, pride, and love. A look that sparked something in her that had been long buried, something that thawed the frigid ice surrounding her heart and soul, even if just a bit. It was warm and comforting, like hot tea when you’re sick, and her soul begged her to bask in it. She allowed herself to feel so little, it was a necessity for her survival. But her heart begged her to linger in this feeling, to remember how it felt to have someone look at her like he was right now. However, the moment was fleeting. Her brain could not stand it, quickly reminding her who he was, convincing her she and what she saw were wrong.

You don’t know him. You never really did, a bitter voice reminded her, the voice snapping her out of that trance and reminded her that she hated him.

“Yield,” she muttered, increasing the pressure on his neck. Her eyes remained on his, though the glare she usually had returned with a vengeance.

She only released him when she heard the three distinct pats against the mat and his voice call out, “Damn, aight. I yield.”

She removed her arm and sat up. Neither of them moved immediately, both of them paralyzed on the floor as they stared at each other, his grip tightening on her hips. It was not painful but it reminded Naja that he was there, his touch strong but still gentle in a way she remembered from their youth. Her brain immediately began to wander down dangerous pathways, ones that she knew would lead her nowhere good. That ironclad facade she held to so tightly? It was now splintering, hairline fractures stemming out like a web from one single blow.

She immediately shimmed out of his grasp, overwhelmed by how uncomfortable the last 2 minutes had made her.

It seems their moment was lost on everyone else as thunderous applause filled the center. She merely smiled and thanked Eshe as she quickly put her shirt back on. She made quick work of her goodbyes after vowing to return the next day for a lesson, desperate to put as much distance between her and Erik as quickly as possible.

What the fuck was that? She thought to herself as she rushed down the hall to return to her quarters.

She knew what that feeling was. It was not hatred, it was not lust, it was not indifference. It was something much worse… longing. It had felt so foreign and odd that it scared her. A feeling she had not felt in 15 years, a feeling she had sworn off with all other notions of love. But she had felt it, even if it was just a short burst for a mere moment. And she felt it for him. In that moment, she found herself wanting to give into that feeling. She longed for, not just him, but the things he once provided: love, comfort, safety. It was not until she was in his arms again, even in a fight, that she realized how desperately her soul had missed receiving those things from someone.

She shook her head quietly to herself. You can’t do it, that bitter voice screamed at her, drowning out every other positive feeling with a tsunami of rage and pain. You’d be the weak idiot everyone thought you were if you ever give into that again, ever let him or anyone else break you again. You don’t need him or anyone else, it reminded her. Love is nothing but heartache and misery.

It hurt but she knew that voice was right. That was how she survived this long.

“Naja! Yo! Wait up!”

She tried to keep walking and ignoring his voice but her short legs were no match for the heart-shaped herb. She reminded herself to ask T’Challa how his cousin even came to take the herb, a shocking turn of events she had not been expecting. She was not surprised, but fairly annoyed, to find him standing in front of her blocking her way moments later.

“Good fight. Where’d you learn all that shit?”

“Training.” She offered him nothing else before trying to turn and continue down the hallway.

“Hold up, hold up. Just give me 2 minutes, aight?” He asked.

As much as she wanted to deny him even that courtesy, she found herself wanting to hear what he had to say.

“One.”

She watched as he rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth for a brief moment before he recovered.

“I just… we ain’t talked since you got back and I wanna clear the air. Make sure we good? Since we both gonna be around for a while, we should be cool, at least. I’m sorry, you know… for what happened between us. It wasn’t my- ”

Naja shook her head, raising a hand to stop him. She should’ve followed her initial instinct because she could not listen to this. And then she felt it. Those fissures may have let in a bit of light, a positive feeling that she had suppressed for years. But it also let in the ache she had built the facade to keep out. She could not have one without the other so she decided long ago to feel neither.

“Stop. I do not want your apology nor do I need it. We both know you aren’t actually sorry.”

He scoffed. “How you know that? You don’t me.”

“The sad thing is I do know you. And you don’t say shit you don’t mean. So you might be sorry but it is to ease your own guilt and shame, not because you actually think you did something wrong. Because if you did,” she raised her voice as he tried to interrupt. “You would’ve found a way to apologize before 15 years passed. And don’t act as if you and T’Challa did not keep in contact during those years. It insults both of us. If you were truly sorry, all this time wouldn’t have passed before you decided to do something about it. This,” she gestured at him. “Is merely a sad and unnecessary attempt to assuage your own guilt so you don’t have to feel like the villain anymore.”

She closed the space between them and looked up at him. “And I do not care how many good deeds you perform in service of Wakanda. In our story,” she pointed between the two of them. “You’ll always be the villain. And I’m not required to forgive you simply because you’re tired of living with what you did.”

He bowed his head. He did not argue or fight back, even though his pride made him want to. Her words, her anger, were justified even all these years later and he knew this was his punishment for taking the coward’s way out back then.

“I broke your heart, I know that shit. And I fuckin’ hate myself for it. But if you just let me explain w-”

She let out a mirthless laugh. “You didn’t just…” she took a deep breath to steady herself. She hated how he still had this effect on her, how angry she still was after all this time. “You didn’t just break my heart, Erik. Y-You… took pleasure in toying with it before you crushed it. But hey,” she shrugged. “I get it. I made it easy for you. I’m weak, right? A pathetic liability that was forced on you? A hindrance to your goals and plans… Seems like you did well for yourself without the weight of a weak, unloveable thing like me holding you back.”

He flinched at the venom in her tone and the words she chose: weak, pathetic, unloveable. They were words designed to deliver the sharpest of blows. But they weren’t her words. They were his own, daggers he had thrown once because he knew they would cut the deepest. He had not meant them and he regretted them the moment they left his lips. And her reaction in that moment still haunted him. But there was no way for Naja to ever know that.

“The shit I said was inexcusable… I know that. But -”

“And yet here you stand… full of excuses. My life would be better served if I never had to see you again. But since our King does not see it fit to allow that, I will only say this one time to you. If all you can offer me is excuses for what you did, we need not speak again. You did what you did, you said what you said. We can coexist in this palace for my sister and T’Challa’s sake but I will sooner join our ancestors and Bast in the fucking Ancestral Plane before I ever forgive you for it.” She started to walk away but stopped turning back to him.. “Oh and don’t think I didn’t know what that little game was. Your shallow attempt to break the ice? Didn’t even make a dent.” She knew that part was not true but he did not need to know that. “Learn to live with your guilt as I’ve learned to live with the pain you caused. And perhaps, I can get through the next seven Bast-forsaken weeks without wanting to stab you as I do right now.”

This time, she was truly finished, turning away from him and walking down the hallway to the elevator that would take her back to the main portion of the palace.

However, as the doors slid open, his voice called out behind her.

“What did you do with it?”

She clenched her eyes shut. She knew exactly what he was talking about. She stepped into the elevator, holding the door so it would not close.

“The night before my first mission, I went to our spot on Warrior Falls and I threw it off. And I walked away from you and that life forever. Any more questions?” Hurt flashed across his face but he covered it quickly. At his silence, she nodded. “Good. Goodbye, Erik.”

***

“These are amazing, Shuri. Thank you.” Naja’s finger ran over the sharp blade of a set of four knives, her eyes drinking in all the new gadgets Shuri showed her.

When she saw the message to meet Shuri at her lab at 3 am, she knew she was in for a real treat. And the young scientist did not disappoint.

“Figured you'd like them. They’re yours to test in the field. Just… keep it to yourself.”

Naja’s face lit up with a sly smile.. “Ah so these are not standard issue for all us leashed war dogs?”

Shuri did not look up from her computer as she responded. “My brother is the only gullible idiot here who believes you are merely watching and reporting. If you’re gonna break the rules, which I wholly support, you should be safe while you do it.”.

She walked around and kissed the young woman on the forehead. “You know you’re my favorite one here, yes?”

“I’m everyone’s favorite,” she muttered nonchalantly.

Naja did not argue with her, she was not wrong. She gestured toward a few mannequins across the room. “May I?”

“Of course. It’ll be good to see them in the hands of someone actually skilled. I almost took my assistant’s eye out last week.”

At that, Shuri finally stopped working to watch Naja. She picked up two of them and twirled them in her hands, getting a feel for them and their weight for a moment. They were perfect as if Shuri had created them with her hands in mind.

With perfect precision, she hurled each one across the room at rapid fire, Shuri not even noticing her pick up the other ones before they were lodged directly in the heart of each mannequin.

“I see why Nakia said you prefer a knife,” Shuri muttered, letting out a low whistle.

Naja laughed. “Guns and knives both are highly effective. But knives are quicker, stealthier, quieter. And in interrogation, more intimidating than a gun could ever be. But it’s a poor marksman who pretends the tool matters at the end of the day. Regardless, I hit my mark every time.”

She plopped down in the seat across from Shuri, continuing to examine the less lethal tech the young woman offered her. Advanced listening devices, updated kimoyo beads, bullet proof clothing, computerized glasses for in the field. They sat in silence for the most part, Shuri only speaking up to offer directions or side notes on each device. However, most were merely upgrades of what Naja already had so she knew her way around most of it.

“I’m sorry for the other day,” Shuri offered, ending a particularly long stretch of silence. At Naja’s confused expression, she added. “For bugging you about you and N’Jadaka. We just haven’t had a minute alone for me to apologize. I shouldn’t have pushed. T’Challa says I’m too inquisitive sometimes.”

Naja waved her hand. “Long forgotten, Princess. Your inquisitiveness is why you are our greatest scientist. And my attitude toward him doesn’t necessarily dampen curiosity,” she admitted. “I thought just ignoring him would be easy but even his breathing vexes me,” she muttered.

“You two were in love?”

Naja bowed her head, her restless energy forcing her to walk over to pull the knives out of the foam statues across the room. Her mind recalled her friendship and relationship with Erik, one that took up all the formative years of her youth. She had not been able to stop thinking about him since the training center, her emotions far more complex and jumbled than the first time she saw him. At first, all she felt was rage at being blindsided. But being back here in such close proximity to him made her feel so much more, all the good and all the bad. But that voice in her head still yelled above them all. Anytime she lingered in the good memories for more than a moment, it reared its ugly head, reminding her that those moments were a fantasy and a lie.

Though she loathed talking about her feelings, about as much as she loathed acknowledging her feelings at all, she wondered if Shuri was the only person in the entire palace she could actually talk to without judgment. T’Challa and her sister would merely offer her pity and sympathy, which she did not want. Okoye would offer her nothing except a reminder to get over herself, which would not be unfair, but she also did not need. Her parents… well, that was a foolish notion to even consider. But Shuri, she was the only one who did not remember the broken Naja, the person she tried to erase from all their minds. And perhaps that meant, she was the only person Naja was safe to peel back the curtain with even just a little, the only person for whom vulnerability would not confirm Naja’s weakness.

“Well… I thought we were,” she admitted. “I mean we were 17 so love is an odd concept for that age, I suppose. But yea, for all I believed and still believe love to be, I thought we had it.” She spun one of the blades in her hand as she walked back to Shuri’s desk. “He did not agree. Rather foolish now that I think about it. Girl loves the boy and the boy does not love her back. Tale as old as time. Not even an original one, I’m afraid.”

“But you two were close before you dated?”

Naja chuckled. “Yea we were… I was the forgotten younger sibling. You know I adore my sister but when we were young… She was the eldest, heir to the River Tribe, and she had caught the eye of the future king. My parents knew, at worst, she would be on the tribal council one day and, at best, she would be Queen of Wakanda. Nakia was the Sun and I was Pluto or one of Jupiter’s moons floating in her solar system. Insignificant. She never made me feel that way but my parents took every opportunity to remind me that I wasn’t as talented or strong as she was, that I couldn’t do the things Nakia could. ‘A beauty to gaze upon,’ my father used to always say. ‘And nothing more.’” She sighed. “When Erik moved here, we were like 12. He was the only outsider and didn’t quite fit in so he was always running after T’Challa. I was always running after Nakia. One day we realized that we had more fun running after each other.”

Naja smiled, picking up one of the sonic guns Shuri showed her. She shot a few rounds into the target before turning back to her. “You know we used to sneak to the Falls and find caves? We did it for the last couple years. Became a competition on who could find the best ones with the best view of the sunset. I won in the end, I suppose. The last one I found, the night of our graduation, gave a perfect look at all of Bast’s glory.” Her eyes stared off into the distance for a moment as if she were back in that perfect moment. “But we’d just sit in those caves or by the river for hours and hours and listen to the falls and talk. About our parents, about the future. The adventures we wanted to have and the places we wanted to go. He’s the one that inspired me to be a War Dog, we were gonna join together after graduation. We even submitted the application together in our final year of school. He was the first person, outside of Nakia, to make me feel like I was worth something more. That I could do more than serve as Nakia’s right hand and marry the son of the merchant leader or whatever second-best option my parents had designed for me. And he proposed in that last cave I found… a month before training was to start.”

“That sounds beautiful. And then he just left?”

Naja nodded, the happy memory that was floating around her eyes immediately souring. “Yep. Three days later? He called me, ended things, and was on a plane out of Wakanda an hour later. No phone, no way to contact him, and a vow that he’d never come back.”

“And you never found out why?”

“Why he left?” She shook her head. “Nope. You’d have to ask him. Or T’Challa. I tried to press T’Challa for it but he would never say. And eventually, the reason stopped mattering. Our time together, the promises we made, they meant nothing to him. So I just decided it would be the great mystery of my life and another person to add to the list of people who believe I’m not good enough… worthy enough...”

“Is that why you prefer to be in Niganda as Malika?”

Naja laughed, her head tilting as her eyes found her reflection in the pristine metal of the blade in her hand. “Well there’s not much joy in being me. But Malika… she has a purpose, people need her… Wakanda needs her. She’s the best version of me. The only version of me that is worth being.” She stopped herself, realizing she was being far more vulnerable than she intended, more vulnerable than she had been in as many years. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, my princess. I didn’t mean to drown on and on about my issues. You wanted to know what happened and that’s it. Not that interesting of a story. I should head to bed. They are inducing Nakia tomorrow, will be a long and exciting day for us all. You’ll be ok in here by yourself?”

“Of course. And yea, Ayo’s on shift tonight. But before you go, I don’t mean to speak out of turn and you can tell me to shut up if you want but I see the way N’Jadaka looks at you, Naja. And the way you look at him. That is not nothing.”

“I wish that were true. Then my memories would feel more like memories and not like fantasies I was too foolish to realize weren’t real.”

With that, she turned to leave. When she made it back to the palace, she returned to her room and slid into bed. She groaned loudly, frustrated at her emotions. They felt like an avalanche barreling down on her and she did not want it. She had let a weakness she thought was long buried show tonight, let her guard down when she should not have. A week and some change in his presence and she was already turning back into that pathetic girl again, so weak and emotional and soft. And all it had taken was one conversation and a couple stray looks down the dining room table.

You’re pathetic… were back then and still are. Some things never change.

But she had changed. She stared up at the ceiling, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. She tried to force him out of her mind, tried to feel rage… at least that felt good. But even that was hard to conjure up. She just felt lost.

She reached into her side table and pulled out her notebook and grabbed her phone.

She hit the callback button, waiting patiently until she heard Dayo’s voice on the phone.

“No new news yet, Malika.”

She nodded. “I know, I know. But I thought we could go over the evidence one more time? Figured you were just sitting in the back, tonight’s always a slow night anyway.”

She could almost hear his smile through the phone. “You really never rest, do you?”

Naja scoffed. “Not when there’s work to be done.”

Dayo’s deep laugh filled her ears before he nodded, going over the latest details with her again.

She took meticulous notes, every brain cell devoted to his words and this task. If she could not avoid the avalanche of feelings barreling toward herself, Naja could press pause on it to escape behind a wall that even Erik could not breach. Even if it could only last a few hours, she could retreat to Malika whose life was an entire lie but still somehow easier to deal with than her own.

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Naja worked on her footwork as she moved across the mat alone. She was not surprised to find no one willing to practice with her when she took a break from sitting with Nakia to train. Labor was moving slowly and Nakia was asleep, which meant everyone could go off and do what they needed to do until she woke up again.

She had returned to the training center several times, sparring with the new War Dogs as practice. However, after accidentally injuring one of them, most were not willing to risk bodily harm to get on the mat with her. In her defense, the woman had asked her to push her but Naja did not realize she had pushed a bit too far. Thankfully, her injury was fixed within minutes. Now they all still enjoyed watching and taking pointers from Naja but no one volunteered to fight her.

She had been working for a while, only stopping to check her beads for an alert from T’Challa to return to their quarters. However, her concentration was quickly broken by Erik standing on the mat watching her.

She glanced down at her beads, figuring T’Challa had sent for her, though she did not appreciate the messenger. “Is it time?”

“Nah, no change. Docs said it could be a couple more hours.”

“Ok so why are you here?” She knew her tone was rude but she could not hope to care.

“Heard you scared all the puppies,” he remarked. His hands waved down at his workout clothes. “Figured you needed a sparring partner.”

All she could do was scoff. “I’m good. Besides, nothing I said in our last conversation should’ve given the impression I wanted to speak to you again.”

He chuckled, stepping onto the mat as he kicked off his shoes. “You ain’t gotta speak to me. You were right. Last time was a sorry ass attempt to break the ice. My bad. But that fight was the best training I’ve ever seen. So I figured if we train together, we both get what we want. You get to use me as a punching bag every day, which I figured would make you happy and I get more chances to break that ice between us. Worst case, I’m the only nigga who loses here.”

Naja eyed him, searching for an ulterior motive or some other plan she was missing. But she did not see anything. He did have a point, he was a far better opponent for her than any of the students and it would be nice to use his face as a punching bag. However, she knew it was dangerous waters. However, as much as every fiber in her being wanted to scream no, demand she stay the course of avoidance where he was concerned, she found herself doing the exact opposite.

“Fine. But just know, you’re gonna lose. I can use you as a punching bag but you can't break the ice if I don't talk to you.”

He merely smirked and sunk down into his fighting stance. “I think you forgot how much I like a challenge, baby girl.”

And at the sound of those two words, Naja realized that maintaining her hatred for him would be a far harder challenge for her than breaking the ice would be for him.

Simply put? She was fucked.

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A/N: Ok so some of the tags aren't working (so sorry friends!) I'm gonna see if I can fix it asap cause that's so annoying! Alright so, I actually LOL'ed that everyone's comments on part 1 were just "well wtf did that nigga do??" hahaha y'all really wanted sis to like get her life together and that made me cackle. But I really wanted to focus on Naja this chapter and how she handles (or rather wholly avoids) her emotions, which is why she is still BIG mad 15 years later lol

So we got some insight this chapter, bits and pieces of the puzzle to answer the "wtf did this nigga do" question, but we have miles to go :)

Drop a comment and let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading!

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skylarstark4826 · 4 months ago

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Namor and Shuri (Nashuri) fic

After Shuri went to live in Haiti with Nakia and her newly discovered and known Toussaint she was practically with her new Black Panther skills but then suddenly she is surprised to meet Namor who had apparently gone to look for her to be able to talk to her but then it happens that Shuri in an attempt to get away from Namor she although accidentally for her good luck something that she did not know before about Namor

After Shuri will spare Namor's life and they made the alliance and Shuri went to live in Haiti with Nakia and her little nephew Toussaint they hadn't spent many days, so to speak, when Shuri had been surprised when she was visited by Namor and on one of those occasions she was doing some experiments because as Shuri had remembered that she had accidentally taken some of Namor's feathers with her to Haiti and how Shuri felt somewhat guilty because she had literally plucked him then she wanted to investigate them to To know if it was possible to go due to the fact that Namor was a mutant it was possible that thanks to it his feathers had the possibility of growing again on his own so that he could fly again without the need to use a prosthesis for it. Shuri was investigating them when she almost dropped the chemicals in her hands when she heard a super familiar voice behind her that caused chills and tremors to her.

Xxx: Shuri.

Shuri immediately turned only to see Namor standing behind her she immediately noticed that he was wearing the same clothes he had when he gave her her mother's bracelet during the time Shuri was in Talokan before she was rescued by Nakia.

Shuri: Namor? What are you doing here?

Before Shuri had the opportunity to try to move, she only knew that Namor was standing in front of her. Shuri did not take her eyes off his for a second, feeling afraid that he would then something bad would happen but then to her surprise Namor gently took her hand and the next thing Shuri knew was that he was no longer looking at her instead of that Namor was looking at her wrist at first Shuri was confused but then it was when she remembered that that day she had put on Namor's mother's bracelet.

Namor: You still have it.

Namor told her before she stared into her eyes again but this time Shuri didn't look at him she quickly took her eyes off his before she looked at her wrist and then using her other hand Shuri slid the knot and took off the bracelet before she took Namor's hand and gave it to him again.

Shuri: Yes, well... I really had no right to destroy or discard it because after all it was your mother's, not mine.

He told him before he turned around again to continue doing his experiments before he felt Namor's hand on his waist and felt his breath on his neck making the hair on the back of his neck bristle Shuri couldn't lie saying that he didn't feel anything for Namor during his time in Talokan Shuri had fallen in love with him but when Namor murdered his mother right in front of her Shuri had to destroy what she felt for him and prevent him from feeling it again.

Shuri: If you just came to see that then you can go I'm very busy right now Namor.

She told her while taking one of his feathers and watching it Shuri immediately felt how Namor had tightened behind her something that she knew was probably due to the fact that he had looked at her old feathers that she herself had torn off.

Namor: What exactly are you doing?

I asked him and immediately Shuri noticed how he had stood next to her looking at her work.

Shuri: I want to know what your feathers could make after being cut and if they could be used for weapons such as knives... or if it is possible that they can be regenerated and have the possibility of growing back without you having the need to use a prosthesis to replace them if you want to continue flying... she told her before she turned to look at him only so that Shuri would notice the way Namor was looking at her and then before she realized Namor was already by her side again.

Namor: You are as beautiful as the first day I saw you for the first time Shuri.

He told her while gently caressing Shuri's cheek, something that made her extremely nervous.

Shuri: Namor? What are you doing?

He told him before he accidentally dropped a lot of things from his desk including some of Namor's feathers while he watched as Namor leaned and then out of nowhere when Shuri was about to push him she only knew that out of nowhere Namor had screamed like a woman and had also screamed in a feminine way before she grabbed her foot and jumped back rubbing the area between the beginnings of her feathers where there was skin of course Shuri was confused by that and when she looked down she realized that there were some feathers lying on the floor but then she realized that where Namor was standing there was a feather and then Shuri's brain connected and that's when she had realized that Namor had screamed in an extremely feminine way and had screamed because one of the feathers had taken it there and that's when everything was clear to Shuri... Namor was tickling and that's why he had laughed because his feather had tickled him in that area of skin that he had where his feathers should be Shuri smiled when she saw what she had discovered about Namor and when she looked at him she saw the look of terror in her eyes clearly realizing what Shuri now knew about him.

Namor: Shuri, we can talk about that, you know, right? ...Seriously, please, we can talk about it... Listen to this, it's not necessary at all, please.

Immediately Namor tried to get away but because he could not fly the term accidentally slipping and falling directly to the floor and before he tried to get up Shuri quickly sat on his waist and because she had taken the grass from heart and now she had the strength of the black panther she was much stronger and managed to immobilize him by successfully putting her hands under her knees and thus preventing Namora from trying to push her to get her off him.

Namor: Shuri please you don't have to do it... I ask you.

He told him already desperate but before he could say anything else Shuri had moved so fast that Namor could not react in time and now she was sitting with her back to him so that she was sitting in the direction of his feet something that made him terribly nervous when he realized what Shuri was going to do next but before he could beg for anything Namor tensed up and strongly squeezed his lips to avoid screaming again and laughing hysterically when he immediately felt how Shuri caressed his heels along with his ankles and the soles of his feet in the area where his old feathers had brushed him both with his own fingers and with his old feathers.

Shuri: What's wrong Namor? Does it look like you have some problems to be able to talk? Or is it that you're actually too ticklish to even be able to talk? Tell me something, is this tickling you a lot?

I asked Shuri when he noticed the way Namor tried to contain her laughter so as not to laugh hysterically while she still tortured him on her feet Shuri moved Namor's toes up to start passing Namor's old feathers through the bottom of her toes and between them causing Namor to try to get out from under her much more often than before Shuri will start using her fingers to tickle Namor in her arches and ankles together With the middle area of your feet. Shuri could see that Namor could no longer stand it for longer so she began to increase the speed to see how much he could stand and finally it was when Namor could no longer stand it and laughed hysterically while trying to escape from below her.

Namor: SHURI CUT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHQHQHQHQHAHQHQHQHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQ PLEASE STOP IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHWHWHAHQHQHWHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQJQJQHQJQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHHQJQHHAAHAHAHHQHQQHHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHHAHH MY FEET CAN'T STAND HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA IT ANY LONGER I'M TOO TICKLISH JAJAJAJAJAJAJAHAHAJAHAJAJAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHQHQHQJQHQHAJAHAHAJAHAHAHAJAHAHAHGAGAHAGAGAGGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHSHAHHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA I CAN'T CONTROL AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHSHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHHAHAAJHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH IT MORE TIME HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHQHQHQHQHQHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHHAHA GIVE ME MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA PLEASE GIVE ME PITY HAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAJAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Shuri: Wow Namor seriously you are very ticklish on your feet I wonder if the feathers will make it worse than the toes or if the result will be the same.

He told him while he stopped using his hands and again took Namor's feathers to see his reaction.

Namor: NO PLEASE! SHURI DON'T DO THIS I HAVE A LOT OF TICKLES THERE PLEASE I ASK YOU DON'T DO IT!

But Shuri Que already taking his feathers began to tickle him between his toes and also in the lower part of them as well as in his ankles and the soles of his feet and needless to say that Namor's reaction to feeling his own feathers against his feet was completely immediate.

Shuri: Tell me Namor, how does this feel? Is the feeling much better or is it much worse?

Namor: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHSHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHA TO RELAX THIS MAKES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAA LOT OF TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T HOLD IT HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA FOR LONGER IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHHSHSHSHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA NOT ON MY FEET HAGAHAHQHAHAHAHAHQHWHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHAHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT'S TOO MUCH I ASK YOU HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHSHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAH PLEASE SHURI MERCY HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHJAHAHAJAJAJJ I HAVE TOO MANY TICKLING AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHHAJAJSJAHAJJAJAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAHAJAH.

Shuri: Wow well now I know for sure that feathers definitely tickle your feet more than your fingers Namor.

He told him before he paused and stopped tickling him to let him breathe for a brief moment before Namor fainted from the tickles or I ended up peeing in his green shorts with laughter... or were they actually underpants? But as it is, Shuri moved quickly to get back in front of Namor and thus be able to see their faces and then Shuri saw that Namor had his whole face completely red due to laughter and his eyes were completely full of tears of laughter while he breathed agitatedly and still laughed at the tickles before he began to calm down again.

Namor: Shuri please don't keep tickling me you already had fun now you can let me go.

He told her while trying to get out from under her but then it was to Namor's horror when he saw how Shuri's black panther suit suddenly appeared and he was more horrified when he saw her claws appear.

Shuri: I'm actually interested in knowing how sensitive and how ticklish you can become on the top of your torso Namor.

When Shuri said that she saw how Namor looked at her confused but also scared and also nervous apart from the fact that he held his breath and trembled especially when he saw how Shuri's black panther claws began to caress his entire torso going from the contour of his arms to where the line of his green shorts began. Namor did not stop holding back when Shuri began to caress his arms but became super nervous and hysterical when he saw her put his claws too close to under his arms and getting closer and closer to his armpits.

Shuri: What's up Namor? Are you very afraid that I'll tickle you here?

I asked Shuri when I saw her reaction when she put her hands on her armpits causing Namor to immediately scream and end up laughing hysterically while trying to free himself from her to get away from the tickles.

Namor: SHURI RELAX HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHSHAHSHAHSHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHQHQAH I'M TOO TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOT IN MY ARMPITS HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHQQHQHAHAHAHAHAHHQHQHAHAHQHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHQAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT'S HORRIBLE HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHQHQHAHQHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHSHSHSHHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M TOO SENSITIVE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA THERE'S STOP.

Shuri: Wow Namor, you're really very ticklish in your armpits... I wonder what would happen if I also put feathers on you there... what will be your reaction.

Namor: No Shuri hahahahahahahaha por favor eso es demasiado hahahahahahahaha no podría aguantar más tiempo las cosquillas hahahahahahhahaha Shuri por favor te lo ruego hahahahahahahahahahahaha por favor vamos hahahahahahahahahajahahahajajayahhahqhqhqyqyqyyqyqyqhqhq déjame ir.

Namor told him scared by the idea of Shuri using his own feathers to tickle his armpits. He just can't even contain his laughter at the idea of feathers against his sensitive armpits but then to his horror it was when he saw the feathers and if that was not enough without being able to avoid it Namor screamed and ended up screaming and laughing like a girl... literally his laughter became totally feminine due to the hysteria he was experiencing at that precise moment.

Namor: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYTAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY NO PLEASE HAHAHAHAYAYAHAHAYAYAHAYAYAYAYAYAYAYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAYAYAYQYQYQYQYQ, IT'S ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE, HAHAHAHAHAYAHAHAHAYAHAHAHQHQHQHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAGQHQHQHQYQHQ SHURI STOP, HAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH I BEG YOU, HAHAHAHAHAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHJSHAHAHAHAHAHHAJAHHAHAHHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAUAUAUAUAUAUJBAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT'S TOO MUCH, JAHAJAHAYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAUAJAJAJJAJA PLEASE, HAYAHAHAHAGAHAHHAHAYAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAYAYAYQYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYQYQYQYQYQYAYAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHQHQHQHWHHQHQHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH MERCY, HASTAHAHSHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQYQYHQHQHQHQHQHQHQYQYQYQYQYQYQYQYQYQYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQYQHHAHAHAHAHAHAHQQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQYQHQY MERCY, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAJAJAHAHAHAHAHAJAHQJAJAJQHQJQJQJQJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAJAHAJQHAJQJAHAHAHAHAHAJAJWJAJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJQJJQJWJQJQHQHQH I BEG YOU.

Shuri was pleasantly surprised when he saw the surprising reaction that Namor had had when he was attacked by his own feathers making terrible tickles in his armpits but that did not prevent Shuri from making fun of Namor's poor for that and especially when he saw him in his weak and vulnerable state.

Shuri: Wow Namor and I thought you were horribly ticklish on your feet and in the wings areas when I tickled you both with my fingers and with your feathers but apparently I'm wrong that because you are also terribly ticklish in the armpits both with my fingers and with your old feathers... which makes me wonder in which other places on your body you will have many more tickling?

I asked her as she straightened up in a way that made Namor think that Shuri looked so beautiful and before she thought of tickling her again Namor hurried to be able to tell her the following only that as she was still being affected by the previous tickles some laughter mixed while Namor had started talking.

Namor: Shuri hahahahahahaha you don't have to hahahahahahahah keep tickling me hahahahahahahaah please hahaahahahahqhqh.

Shuri: And why shouldn't Namor after all I feel very interested in this discovery he made about you? I also really like to hear that adorable feminine laugh of yours that by the way sounded the same as that of a baby girl.

When Shuri mentioned that Namor's laughter was feminine and that it also sounded like that of a little girl immediately Namor turned super super red on his face when he heard what Shuri had said since even though Namor already knew that his laughter was something feminine the truth never thought about the little girl... but before Namor could say anything to Shuri he immediately began to laugh nervously and also with anticipation again when he felt her fingers gently caress his whole body using his nails at all times going from his armpits to his ribs everything else Namor saw how Shuri smiled shamelessly at him clearly wanting to see when it was his facial reaction to know where he should attack him next.

Shuri: Tell me something Namor. Had someone ever tickled your ribs?

I ask her and indeed Shuri smiled when she saw the way Namor's eyes were filled with panic and nervousness when she heard her ask him that.

Namor: Shuri seriously I'm sure we can talk about this you don't need to tickle me especially please.

Shuri: I wish it was something so easy Namor...

Namor: If it is, just don't tickle me, please.

Immediately Namor let out a female scream followed by a little girl's scream again when he suddenly felt how Shuri's fingers moved and began to tickle her ribs.

Namor: SHURI MERCY PLEASE AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH I'M TOO TICKLISH THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAQHHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT'S HORRIBLE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHJAQHQHAHAHAHHAAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAJAHAHJAJAHAJAJAJAJJAJAJHAJAJAJHAH IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAHAJAJAHAHAHAHJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJ PLEASE ENOUGH HAHAHAHAHAHASHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I CAN'T STAND HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA IT MUCH MORE AAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAJAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND IT.

Shuri: Wow Namor I didn't think you could have a place as ticklish as your feet and your armpits but I was wrong because you are so ticklish there is like in your ribs.

He told him while he still tickles him there Namor shook frantically under Shuri he didn't know how much longer he was going to endure the tickling but he felt relieved when he saw Shuri stop Namor began to breathe taking as much oxygen as possible to stop feeling dizzy although it could also be because he needed to dive to be able to hold on too but then Namor saw how Shuri leaned until he was at the height of his face for a moment Namor thought that Shuri was going to kiss him to which he leaned to do it but instead of kissing Shuri on the lips Namor screamed laughing hysterically and that's when to his horror he realized that Shuri had begun to blow raspberries through his ribs at the same time that he also bit him lightly.

Namor: SHURI DON'T GIVE ME RASPBERRIES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAHHAAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE IT'S HORRIBLE STOP YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAAHAHAHAHQHQHAHAHQHQHAJQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQ MERCY PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH IS TOO MUCH TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I'M TOO SENSITIVE THERE HAHASHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAH GIVE ME MERCY PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAHAAHHAHAAUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA PLEASE SHURI MERCY PLEASE AHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAH THIS ISN'T FAIR HAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAHJAJAJAAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJANO MORE PLEASE JAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAJAJAJAHAHAHAHAHJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJ PLEASE STOP MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHHAHAHQHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHQHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I'M TOO VERY TICKLISH.

Namor begged her while screaming with laughter hysterically and shaking trying to get out of the reach of Shuri's lips while she hugged his torso tightly so she could stay with her lips against Namor's bare skin to continue blowing raspberries. He even spoke still with his lips we hit against his skin feeling how Namor screamed and also screamed hysterically laughing when he felt the words of Shuri's beautiful lips vibrating against his hypersensitive skin of his ribs Namor could not lie even though in part he liked to be close to Shuri it is without a doubt it was not the way he had imagined himself with Shuri sincerely besides that he is panicking since he did not want to have any incident for the overdose of tickling that Shuri was doing to him especially because despite That he couldn't really remember the last time they tickled him if he could remember that he had shamefully peed on him also Namor still remembers the times his mom had tickled him before he died when he was little and still remembers that he always had to go away from there swimming because otherwise he ended up peeing from the laughter of the tickling that his mom constantly made him. Finally Shuri took pity on Namor and stopped briefly tickling him to which Namor took as much oxygen as possible.

Shuri: I didn't think I could be even more surprised by the amount of tickles you have on your body Namor but I was wrong you are really very ticklish... I wonder how your feathers would feel if I passed them through all your ribs.

I tell Shuri while taking Namor's old feathers again to which Namor immediately began to move frantically clearly trying to save himself from the attack of the tickling that he was undoubtedly about to receive in his poor ribs.

Namor: no Shuri jajajaajajjaaja please hahahahahahahahahah don't do it hahahahahaha I beg you hahahahahahahahahhaha please.

Namor couldn't finish talking when he suddenly began to feel how Shuri began to gently move his feathers down his ribs which immediately horrified him because that was tickling him a lot. Namor tried with all his strength not to laugh at the tickling he was experiencing in that sensitive part of his body but unfortunately for him he began to feel much more tickles since Shuri had begun to move the feathers faster and faster against him so that Namor realized that he was no longer going to put up with his hysterical laughter.

Namor: SHURI STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHHAHAHQHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHQHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I BEG YOU PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHHAHAHQHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHQHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I CAN'T STAND IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHHAHAHQHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHQHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHHAHAHQHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHQHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I'M TOO VERY TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHAHAHQHQHAHHAHAHQHAHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHAHAHAHQHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA PLEASE HAVE MERCY MERCY.

Shuri: Wow Namor you really have a very serious case of tickling and I won't lie to you I'm really surprised because you don't really look like the guy with too many tickles.

Shuri told her while Namor had had problems hearing her because of how loudly he was screaming for the tickles that simply continued against his poor hypersensitive skin and without stopping at all Namor had to accept that he really wanted the tickling to stop because he had realized that he was having problems to be able to endure them but also because he had realized that if Shuri continued to do it he would end up mortally humiliated because he would end up accidentally peeing on him but that's when for his relief Shuri gave him a break.

Namor: thank you... that was really too much Shuri please let me go you don't have to keep tickling me please it's just horrible.

Namor begged him while he watched Shuri straighten up.

Shuri: I wonder if you have other areas or even other tickling points in everything else of your body... I wonder if your stomach will also be ticklish.

Namor: NO! PLEASE! ... Shuri I beg you I really have a lot of tickling there please Shuri don't do it... I won't be able to stand it.

Namor begged him while trying to get out from under her and protect his stomach but that's when to his horror Shuri began to move his fingers gently on his stomach and immediately Namor tried to contain his hysterical laughter inside himself but unfortunately Namor began to lose control and little by little he began to laugh.

Shuri: tell me something, Namor... when did you tell me that you had adopted Namor's name as yours because of what that man had told you when you went to bury his mother? If that's not your birth name that your mother had given you then what's your real name then? Or should I tickle you more to make you tell me?

When Shuri asked Namor that, they began to move their fingers faster and faster against Namor's stomach, something that finally made Namor laugh completely with an absolute completely hysterical laugh.

Namor: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA SHURI PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I BEG YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE I'M TOO TICKLISH PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAVE ME MERCY MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA MERCY MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

To say that Shuri had been surprised and a lot because of Namor's reaction to the tickling in the stomach was really very little to say at least but despite that Shuri began to move his fingers all over Namor's stomach and even began to move them very close to his navel something that had absolutely driven Namor completely crazy.

Namor: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA SHURI PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA DON'T TICKLE ME THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S JUST HORRIBLE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I BEG YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA BUT MERCY HAVE ME MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME THERE.

And while Namor begged him to avoid at all costs between his laughter that Shuri tickled his navel at the same time he was still trying to get out from under her before for his great relief Shuri gave him a pause that made him relieve himself because he was already fearing the fact that he would end up having an accident that would end up wetting his soaked green shorts and this time he could not say that it had been the ocean's fault.

Shuri: I'm not sure Namor after all and everything you've done you should receive a punishment unless it's clear that you want everyone in Wakanda and Talokan to find out in an unexpected way about this great weakness of yours.

Namor: Shuri please Hahaha don't do it haha I'm too ticklish hahaha please hahaha I won't be able to stand it anymore hahahaha hahahah I beg you hahahaha please hahahaha don't do it hahahaha I'll tell you anything ahahah please hahaha.

And when Namor again tried to escape from under her when suddenly Shuri began to tickle him all over his navel which caused Namor to immediately lose his sanity.

Namor: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA SHURI NO MERCY PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S HORRIBLE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S SOMETHING INHUMAN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE PITY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

Shuri kept his tickling torture by moving his fingers inside Namor's navel to make him laugh with absolute hysteria and Namor for his part began to lose any kind of sanity and began to try everything to save himself from the tickles that Shuri was doing on his sensitive navel but to his relief Shuri stopped and Namor immediately took a lot of oxygen while he was trying to recover all the oxygen he had lost from the tickling against his navel.

Shuri: could you tell me what your real name is? And specifically I'm referring to the name your mother gave you at birth Namor... he didn't talk about the name you adopted as yours for all your enemies but your real name.

Immediately when Shuri asked Namor that he was shocked because the only people who knew his real name were his cousins Attuma and Namora I can't help but think about how I should tell Shuri especially because he had almost completely forgotten it.

Namor: is Ch'ah... My real name Shuri... is Ch'ah Toh Almehen.

Shuri looked at him for a brief moment before leaning towards him and immediately Namor closed his eyes because he had thought that Shuri was going to kiss him but instead of that Shuri whispered in Namor's ear the following that had made him deadly nervous.

Shuri: tell me something. Ch'ah... have you ever been blown raspberries in your stomach?

Immediately when he asked him, he didn't have time to answer Shuri when she leaned over and began to mercilessly blow raspberries all over his stomach but specifically in his navel, which led Namor (Ch'ah) to absolute hysteria.

Namor (Ch'ah): SHURI PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I BEG YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I WON'T STAND HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT MUCH LONGER PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA MERCY PLEASE GIVE ME MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I PROMISE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

Namor shouted at him while laughing with complete hysteria while Shuri was still blowing raspberries all over his stomach but especially in his navel and after a few very but VERY long moments Shuri stopped blowing raspberries all over Namor's stomach but despite that Shuri kept his lips against Namor's navel and while Namor breathed frantically before he calmed down and then he saw Shuri waiting for her to let him go although Namor had of course found something strange the fact that Shuri had kept his lips against his navel and by the time Namor was going to tell him something it was when instead of words coming out of his mouth it was only laughter and hysterical laughter that came out because suddenly he had felt something warm and wet in his navel and that's when he realized that it had been because Shuri had lied his tongue in his navel immediately Namor began to scream and also laughing hysterically at full lungs.

Namor (Ch'ah): SHURI MERCY GIVE ME MERCY PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA DON'T TICKLING ME WITH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAYOUR TONGUE IT'S HORRIBLE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT REALLY TICKLISH ME A LOT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE BLOW ME AGAIN RASPBERRIES PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHABUT I BEG YOU PLEASE DON'T TICKLING ME WITH YOUR TONGUE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I'LL DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT PLEASE GIVE ME MERCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

While Namor begged and laughed hysterically at the top of his lungs to Shuri that stopped Namor fidgeted frantically under her waiting for Shuri to have mercy and while Shuri still had her tongue in her navel which made Namor realize that definitely the tongue was even worse than raspberries in all her super sensitive and very ticklish stomach and navel Shuri on the other hand had not stopped at all while she felt how Namor agitated genetically under her and also laughed hysterically before everything was in complete silence and then Shuri stopped tickling Namor before she looked at him only to see him completely still with his eyes closed which immediately scared her at the idea that he had killed him by accident to which Shuri immediately got up from him and quickly stood next to her side.

Shuri: ¿Namor? ¿¡CH'AH!? CH'AH DON'T PLAY WITH ME!?… ¿Ch'ah?.

Shuri began to really get very scared, so he immediately began to give him soft slaps on the cheek in the hope that that would work so that he would wake up before Shuri put his Kimoyo pearls against Namor to check if Namor had a pulse, to which GRIOT immediately commented that Namor was still alive and was still breathing, to which to Shuri's great relief he sighed relieved to know before simply GRIOT also told him that Namor had simply fainted from the lack of breath, but that he would wake up soon. Shuri couldn't help but look at Namor was still fainting on the floor and obviously, Shuri knew that she could have left without problems, but she didn't because she couldn't help but look at Namor and realized how handsome he really was while Shuri couldn't deny that she had started to fall in love with him when she was in Talokan with Riri and couldn't help the fact that he was aware that she had really fallen in love with him and before she knew it she leaned over and gave Namor to tender kiss on the lips and by the time she was going to move away it was then when she let out a small scream when she suddenly found herself under Namor since it had turned out that he had woken up and before Shuri moved away from him and then Namor quickly brought her closer to his body and got on top of her to keep her close to him while he kissed her again on her full lips.

Namor (Ch'ah): if I have to let you tickle me until I faint so you can kiss me again then I'll let you do that to me forever Shuri.

After Namor said that to Shuri before giving him a tender and really very loving kiss on his cheek while he still had her imprisoned under his body and after a few moments Shuri simply could no longer hold back before he told him the following.

Shuri: I'm really in love with you Ch'ah.

When he heard her say that, Namor immediately looked into her eyes while caressing her cheek with his hand and Shuri could see how Namor's beautiful doggy eyes began to shine like when they met at the lake when she was with her mother and was leaving her mourning clothes before suddenly Namor kissed her again before telling her the following.

Namor (Ch'ah):: I'm also completely in love with you... My princess... My Shuri.

He told her before they both kissed and another with Namor hugging his beloved Shuri by her waist while Shuri had her arms around Namor's neck it was an even more romantic way than any other they would have given that same day.

THE END

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imonawholedifferentlevel · 2 years ago

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𝗧'𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗵

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴜᴅᴀᴋᴜ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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You try not to burst into tears as you watch the boy who you called your brother, who you basically grew up with, lay on his deathbed. You were only 8 years old when your parents were killed by the government.

You were going to be next if it weren't for a certain black panther that saved you, a man by the name of T'Chaka. He took you back to Wakanda, where you met his family: his wife Ramonda, his oldest son T'achalla, and his youngest daughter Shuri.

They welcomed you with open arms and treated you as their own, and Shuri instantly clicked. Y'all had the same interest in science and fashion, not to mention that you guys acted the same. Nobody was able to break y'all's bond, and that bond only got stronger the older you got.

When you both turned 16, you realized that you had feelings for each other. You both were obvious at first, which really annoyed the whole family since they knew and tried to throw hints at both of you, but you two eventually caught on to your feelings and confessed to each other.

But that happiness did fill me with pain when T'Chaka passed away from an explosion that happened at a meeting that he and T'Challa went to.

You spent the last two months curled up in Shuri's room, cradling her body in yours as she balled her eyes out about her father's death. It also hit you pretty hard since he was like the father you never had.

Months after his death, a man named Erik Killmonger stepped up to T'Challa, wanting the throne.

They fought to the death, with Erik getting the upper hand and throwing T'Challa over the waterfall, leaving everyone else no choice but to bow down to him as their new king.

You, Shuri, Ramonda, and Nakia didn't want to be at his feet and escaped, but not without taking a breath before they could burn it down. You all left in the cold all the way to the Jabari tribe, where you found a surprise T'Challa covered in snow.

Y'all gave him the hearb and covered him in snow, and moments later he shot back up alive. You all planned with the Jabari tribe to bring Wakanda back to its rightful stage, but it ended with Killmonger dying and T'Challa returning to the throne.

There were many other battles he fought with his family by his side and you by his side, being thankful for everything they had done for you, so it was definitely hard to see him in this state.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You sniffled, wiping your nose. Ramonda placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you leaned into her touch. T'Challa smiled, his pale-like features scrunching up with his movements.

"Because I knew you would worry, and I knew my time was up," he said. Even if he was sick, he still kept the pride in his voice; he really was a black panther.

"Where's Shuri?" He asks if you remember Shuri rushing to the elevator and saying that she would fix what was happening.

"She's in her lab; she wanted to make a healing herb to make you better," he chuckles softly under his breath.

"She's always stubborn." A loud cough cut him off, and your heart hurt even more knowing that this was reality.

You scanned him with my Kimoyo beads to check his state, and your heart broke seeing that he didn't have much time yet. You felt hot tears flood your eyes, and he just smiled at you and took your hand.

"You have been an amazing addition to the family. You not only made us happy, but you also made Shuri happy before you came. She never even thought about love until you came. You were all she talked about, so I need you to promise me when I'm gone, and I know things will get hard. I want you to always stay by her side and protect her with your life. Can you do that for me?" You nodded your head, and he smiled widely.

"I need to talk to my mother alone for a second." You immediately left the room, closing the door softly and leaning against the wall.

You could hear hushed voices from inside until silence and the sound of Ramonda's cries filled the room. You put your head in your hands, your own tears falling, knowing that he was gone.

Ramonda came out of the room, her cheeks stained with tears. She saw me and opened her arms.

"Come here, child." You flew into her comforting brace, holding each other tightly. Your tears were of a very important thing you lost, but you both had to do the hardest thing you had to tell Shuri.

You both walked through the halls slowly until you finally reached the lab. You could hear Shuri talking frantically, and you guys walked inside, seeing her holding the herb.

You started to tear up again, seeing the hopeful look on her face. She turned around and made eye contact with you both, seeing the tears in your eyes. She looked in the direction of the ceiling, her eyes never leaving you both.

"Griot, what's my brother's heart rate?" She asked, her voice shaking, "Your brother is with the ancestors."

Ramonda said, her voice quivering. Shuri looked at you, shaking her head, but you slowly put your head down.

"No," she silently said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ramonda wrapped her arms around her as her daughter broke down.

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Shuri looked beautiful in white, but this sadly wasn't the way you wanted to see her drums and dancing surround you while you all walked in a straight line, with Shuri carrying the mask of the black panther in her hand and trying not to cry.

Y'all made it to the end, seeing the coffin with the black panther engraved into it. Shuri slowly walked up and put her head on it.

She leaned down on the grave, sobbing into the coffin, Ramonda, and you walked up to her, rubbing her comfortably. She took your hand, squeezing tightly as if you were going to disappear too.

You all backed up as the ship started to take the coffin, slowly raising it in the air.

You all crossed your arms for a few seconds before retreating back home. Shuri immediately went to her room, and you followed after her. She flew onto her bed, sobbing into the sheets and messing up her makeup.

You slowly sat down on the bed, rubbing her back comfortably, and she leaned up, wrapping her arms around your neck and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her just as tightly, letting her know that you were there for her and that you weren't going anywhere.

Suddenly remembering the promise you made to T'Challa, you kissed Shuri's temple and cupped her chin in your hands, wiping her tears.

"I'm going to be here with you. I promise to do whatever I can to make you happy. We're going to get through this together, ok?" She sniffled and nodded her head, pulling you into a hug.

You were always one to keep promises, and for T'Challa, you were going to make sure that promise never died.

#shuri of wakanda #shuri udaku #black panther #shuri x reader #queen shuri #princess shuri #shuri smut

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mischievoushiddleston · 2 years ago

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Enemies (Part 17)

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Day after day. Week after week. Time continued to pass as Shuri tried every single way to wake Namor from his sleep. Her belly was getting bigger and the birth date was getting closer, but she didn't want her child to be born without her husband. She was scared and wanted him by her side. She spent every moment in her lab while Nakia made sure the princess ate enough. Shuri started the machine and closed her eyes as her hand rested on her stomach, stroking it gently and lovingly. "Process complete," the voice in front of Griot finally sounded, and the young woman opened her eyes before reaching out and mindfully taking the modified heart-shaped herb. She had once again altered the substance of the herb so that it matched the DNA of the God King and, with any luck, it would remove all damage. Shuri placed the herb in the bowl and ground it until it was just a blue-purple liquid. Her hands wrapped around the bowl and lifted it up before carrying it into the room where Namor lay motionless. Gently, she sat down beside him on the edge of the bed. She lifted a hand and stroked through his black hair down to his chin, where she gently parted his lips.

"This must be working," she breathed softly to herself, placing the bowl to his lips and pouring the liquid into his mouth. The young woman glared at him, hoping for even a single sign of life from him, something that would show her that it was having an effect. When nothing happened, she sighed and stood up. The further she walked, the more she felt the sadness inside her and how her vision was blurred with tears. Why was it that nothing wanted to work? She thought, looking down at the bowl in her hands before hurling it with all her might against the opposite wall, shattering it. Splinters flew across the room to the floor. They stabbed through her hair, which by now had grown longer and reached her shoulders. That had been her last attempt, but her husband just kept sleeping like that. Shuri sank to the floor and buried her face in her hands.

"Miss U'Daku-," the AI began to say, but she interrupted Griot by shutting her down. At the moment, she didn't have a nerve for anything. The princess heard someone enter the lab, but did not raise her head, as it could only be Nakia.

"I'm not hungry," she said softly and felt someone sit down next to her.

"Good," a voice she had missed so much rang out, "Because I don't have anything to eat, even though I'm hungry myself." Shuri looked up and saw her husband sitting there, looking as if nothing had ever happened.

"Ch'ah?" she breathed, and the man looked at her gently as he smiled. "How?"

"I was probably awakened by your tantrum," the man said with a grin. "Can you tell me what happened?" Shuri gulped as the question of whether he remembered came up.

"Do you remember?" she asked as a counter question, but he shook his head.

"Nothing more than the stories you told me...I'm sorry," he breathed softly, looking down at her stomach. "Do you know what it's going to be? So the child...our child?"

"A little girl," Shuri replied, feeling the unborn baby kick. She smiled slightly and took his hand and placed it on top of him. "This is so surreal," he said softly, looking at her, "What about this Talokan? You meant that I am their king."

"They are waiting for the return of K'uk'ulkan," she said, taking a deep breath, "We've had plenty of time to prepare for all the possibilities should you wake up..."

The black-haired man hummed and continued to stroke her belly gently. "So what happens now? I still can't remember."

"I don't know," she said then, shrugging her shoulders. "I want you to be there for our daughter, Ch'ah, with or without memories, okay?"

"All right, princess," he said gently. Shuri smiled for the first time in a long time when she heard him say that, because it meant that somewhere inside him was still his old self. Lovingly, she put her hand on his cheek and stroked his stubble.

"I know you don't remember, but could you just hold me?" she said, because she really needed that. She needed that closeness with him again. That bond between them pulled at her heart when there was distance between them. To her relief, he immediately did as she asked and wrapped his arms around her and held her tenderly. Shuri inhaled his scent and held tightly to him.

"I feel the bond too, you know. And I realize I can't stay away from you, not because of the bond, but because I can understand the old me. I understand why he fell in love with you," he said softly, but Shuri didn't say anything, instead feeling hope that everything would change for the better.

#namor #namor fanfiction #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #namuri fanfiction #tenoch huerta fanfiction #letita wright #shuri

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imperiuswrecked · 2 years ago

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The very real human connection of Namor and Shuri talking about their past pain that still haunts them to this day. I will never be alright. ever. That scene of Namor with the thousand yard stare as he remembers his visit to the surface world, the little laugh he does, it’s not a joyful laugh, it’s so bitter, when he talks about his name, and how we can see that it’s warped his whole life, his views, it’s all skewed towards that defining moment. Like imagine? being an eternal god-prince child, beloved by your mother, and your people, being taught all the wisdom and teachings of your people in total peace while they strived to build a whole Empire under the sea. Growing up as the first child of that world, not knowing what the surface was really like, and then on your first visit finding the worst humanity has to offer. Seeing the people and lands your mother loved and missed and talked about, seeing that their lands, their very bodies just ground under the heels of those murdering colonizers. How could that not affect him? It’s warped him to the point that any thing from the surface is suspicious, anything from the surface is a threat, but then finding that connection of great loss with someone else and for the first time in years sharing that pain? I am eating the drywall. Feral. This was the first time Namor opened up to anyone from the surface and then it cost him the lives of two of his people whom he had dedicated his entire life to protect, and reinforced his fears that everyone from the surface world is out to harm them and his moment of weakness, of trying to find a way towards compassion, was rewarded with betrayal because it was a betrayal to him. So would Ramonda have sent Nakia if Shuri hadn’t been there? Would Ramonda had risked the lives of one of her people, and the mother of her grandchild to save Riri? If Attuma and Namora had killed Riri on the bridge would Ramonda have done more than feel a small sadness at the unfortunate collateral? Maybe she would have breathed a sigh of relief that the whole business was done with? Maybe it took seeing Riri, face to face to understand that she couldn’t do what her husband did, but I do wonder if she would have sent Nakia if Shuri hadn’t been there. Shuri asked to come to Talokan, she put herself there, he tried to appeal to her and she wanted compromise/compassion, would he have granted it if they had more time to talk? Maybe. Yet Namor’s fear and hatred of the surface world had been growing for over 400 some years, and all Riri was to him was the catalyst that would set things in motion.

#mcu namor #black panther: wakanda forever #don't tag as namuri ship #its literally just my random ass thoughts that I jotted down and never posted until now #my ramblings

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fairyringsandwings · 2 years ago

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I remember you mentioning after you finish Queen of the drowned, you were thinking of writing a fic where Shuri has memory loss and ends up in Talokan. Could you elaborate on this more? It sounds super interesting!

Hello Dear Anon, sure thing ^_^

Not gonna lie though, I have put veeeery little thought into this. All of my time has been getting put into Queen of The Drowned. These are my messy, messy musings, but this how all my stories start xD

I have 2 ideas for a memory loss story.

Story 1:

Takes place after Black Panther 2. Something happens to Shuri - an accident during a mission as The Black Panther - which results in her losing her memories. Namor is the one who finds her, injured and without her memory and takes advantage of this. He spins a lie that she has always lived in Talokan and that he and her were betrothed/engaged/married (not sure which one).

Exploration Points:

Namor will try and make Shuri fall in love with him while also trying to convince her of her place among his people. This won't be easy as Shuri is different from the Talokanil and Namor. She can't breathe underwater or survive the extreme conditions without a suit, she doesn't turn blue on the surface, and doesn't know their language or culture.

Attuma may be a point of conflict as I might have a Okoye x Attuma side pairing where they are secretly in contact. As his feelings for Okoye grow and as he becomes closer friends with Shuri, he begins to be unable to bare hiding the truth from both women.

Shuri eventually does fall in love with Namor and marries him. She becomes pregnant/has a child.

There would be lots of Namor/Shuri bonding with the bairn as it grows up. I think I'd have Namor being able to turn into a giant serpent like in Queen of The Drowned and would have a scene where their child grabs onto his tail and he playfully tries to shake her off. Yeah, wean would would be a lassie for sure!

The main bulk of the story would be Shuri falling in love, all the while fighting this sense of dread that Namor is lying. Then lots of nashuri baby cuteness!

Then Nakia finds Shuri... and all hell breaks loose.

Story 2

Plot: Canon Divergence. Takes place before Black Panther 1. When Shuri is a little girl she is lost at sea and found by the Talokanil. She has lost her memory and doesn't know who she is or where she came from. As Shuri now knows of the Talokanil + Talokan, Namor forbids her from going back to The Surface. It'll be either Attuma or Namora who decides to raise her. I think Talokanil age differently, so age wise it should work out.

Exploration Points:

Shuri might meet Namor as a child, but it wouldn't be until she was older - 17/18 - that she starts to develop a crush on him. I might do something similar to what I wrote in another fanfic for a different pairing (Art of War - Darklina fic), where she takes a dislike to him and pulls a variety of pranks on him. She just tries to make his life a living hell without getting caught. Funny, light-hearted stuff.

Talokan might suffer from a problem that Shuri will later solve, earning her Namor's respect and gratitude (fixing a pollution issue or brightening the sun plot from the original script). Namor will start seeking her out more from that point, wanting to spend time with her.

I think the dynamic I'll be aiming for is simp Namor and a playing hard-to-get/in denial Shuri. She'll think a relationship is impossible as there are to many roadblocks; he's a God/King/Immortal, and she's not even sure what she is as she was raised to believe she was an unusual Talokanil.

Somehow Wakanda finds out about Shuri still being alive and demands her back. Maybe Shuri sneaks off to the surface and someone from Wakanda spots her and notices her close resemblance to the royal family or she has a Wakandan necklace/bracelet/object that gives her away as the missing Princess.

Shuri does go back to prevent a war. As she tries to learn about her old life and adapt, Namor secretly visits her at night and tries to romance her. During the day light hours, he plays diplomat with the Wakandans.

Shuri then learns that her brother is going to reveal Wakanda to the world. She decides to challenge him for the throne to prevent that.

That's all I got xD

#nashuri #seaprincess #my fic ideas :3 #ask #anon

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mymarsmoonandstars · 2 years ago

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It's been a week since I saw Wakanda Forever, and ever since, it's consumed my thinking. There are a million things I'd love to discuss about the film, but what keeps me up at night is Shuri and Namor.

Shuri had every right to gut his ass. Namor brought flooding and destruction to her home, killed her mother, all while knowing she was suffering from the death of her brother. Hell, Namor nearly killed her (by impaling her, which how did she survive that idk, anyway). And what was the worst thing that Shuri had done to him? Say no to his alliance to go to war with the surface world? Shuri wasn't the one who killed Namor's two subjects. She actually tried to save them. Yet just like T'Challa, she's forced to deal with the consequences of other people's actions, and when she stands over Namor with a blade to his neck, her internal struggle with this flashes across screen. It's a powerful sequence, but the one that captures me the most is when we hear her mother telling her to show Namor who she is. Not only is it one of many callbacks to the first film, but really, who is she? Who is Shuri? She is struggling with her identity, as grief often does to a person.

When audiences first met Shuri, she was the genius younger sister, the comic relief, who took solace in her lab. But now all this has been taken from her, and taken so suddenly. She's now front and center, now her country's most powerful figure, no longer the jokester, no longer a sister, no longer a daughter, and feels like a failure. The moments where she stands over Namor is us watching her return to herself but also become someone entirely new. She sees the destruction reverse. Sees Namor's hope. Sees their mothers and their nations. She understands that they are similar just as much as they are different. She finally realizes that ending Namor's life cannot reverse the destruction nor her pain, but sparing him is the answer to ending the cycle of it. She recognizes that even though her mother and brother are gone, she is still sister, still daughter. Death in Wakanda is a beginning.

Above all, Shuri understands she cannot think of only herself anymore. She cannot push her people to war because of her own grief and vengefulness. She becomes a leader, in granting mercy. A protector. And extends this protection by offering it to Namor and his people. This brought a bitter taste in my mouth at first, but it isn't about who's right or wrong, especially when both sides have a little right or a little wrong to them. It's about navigating the actions of their forebearers in the best way they can.

Her multifaceted character is symbolized by her panther suit--it's reminiscent of T'Challa, Kilmonger, and her past self. Now that she's burned her mourning clothes, hopefully in the next movie, we'll see her accept this role with newfound confidence and surity of its purpose. I'm also hoping that Shuri kept Namor's little baby ankle wing that she sliced off and puts it up somewhere to serve as a reminder that she bested him. Can you imagine? I can't wait to see more of her.

Then there's Namor. And dare I say it, he was justified in his feelings of wanting to kill Queen Ramonda. She was cunning and tricked him and had two of his people killed in the process. Remember the scene where he's cradling his subject's face as she dies? And she asks if he can save her and he does not answer because he knows he cannot? And then--was it Namora?--who says, with such blame dripping in her voice, that he was busy meeting with the queen during Nakia's attack. Namor is so angry, and very possibly, so ashamed (and scared?). His ultimate goal is to protect his people, and he failed. He's a god and Ramonda made him look like a fool. To him, she had to go.

Ryan Coogler said that despite Namor being about 500 years old, he wanted him to still feel somewhat childlike. And is he! He's rash. He focuses only on the immediate response without thinking of the ramifications. He seems almost charmingly innocent in his hopefulness that Shuri would want to join him. There's no doubt they wanted us to feel a romantic connection betweeen them, or perhaps just from Namor's end. I don't know who gives clearance on the music, but whoever does, they are always very intentional and unique about it, and a love song plays during That One Mesmerizing Scene. The theories that Namor is infatuated with Shuri just weaken me. She's the first person to ever see Talocan. The bracelet. The mural. Him acknowdging her power. Him waiting for her to beckon him. I. have. folded. No one look at me.

I really hope the MCU explores their relationship. And though I'm sure it would never be a romantic one, that does not make it any less intriguing. Ryan is phenomenal with his villains. Just like Kilmonger challenged T'Challa not just with war, but challenged his core beliefs, Namor did the same with Shuri. The only difference now is that Namor is still alive, and this sets us up for a delicious exploration of a complex relationship between two leaders who have similar wants but conflicting perspectives.

Man. I love them. MCU, please let us see more of them. And if we do, please. Be careful with them.

#and the fact that this is between a black woman and brown man like PLEASE #seeing black women in multilayered relationships is something I did not know I starved for until now #shuri #namor #wakanda forever #shuri x namor #anyway let me talk next about how killing queen ramonda was a thematic mistake!#wakanda forever spoilers #black panther #black panther spoilers #wakanda forever meta

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Cruel Intentions (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, manipulation, mentions of abuse, therapist!Steve, silverfox!Steve, drugging

! DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU !

➥ Image by @angrybirdcr

➥ dividers by @firefly-graphics

This is for the “For the Fic” challenge whose winner for my fic was @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

The entire plot was her request and I hope that you like it!

summary: after escaping an abusive ex, you find solace in a therapist recommended to you by a friend.

“...I know I shouldn’t...but sometimes I blame myself. In Harry, I know that I was looking for what I never had in my family. I think it made me quick to rush into things...to ignore what I should have seen.”

Your eyes remained on the dark carpet, the man before you humming as the scribbling sound of his pen reached your ears. You fought hard not to fidget, a horrible habit you’d picked up in the last 3 years. You finally lifted your head again when the room was bathed in silence, eyes meeting familiar blue ones as he studied you.

You were used to these short moments of silence by now.

You’d been recommended to Dr. Steve Rogers by a friend, a friend who’d helped you escape your violent ex in the dead of night while he’d been away on business. She had grown worried when it became obvious that the effects of your tumultuous relationship would be lasting if you didn’t do something about it. Oddly enough, you’d been receptive. For 2 whole years, you’d wanted to tell someone, have anyone to turn to and talk to, but fear, a very valid fear, had stopped you.

Not only had you been worried for your life, something that was threatened on a constant basis, but you’d also been afraid of judgement. You worried what your friends would say, if they’d blame you for finding yourself in such a predicament, if they’d look down on you for no longer fighting back. It was only by a stroke of luck that Nakia had seen Harry slap you right across the face when he thought she’d left. You were grateful that she’d waited for him to leave before rushing towards your trembling frame, pulling you into her arms as she shushed you.

She had demanded to know how long this had been going on. She had been horrified and confused and angry. It didn’t take her long to come up with a plan, and within 2 weeks, after waiting for Harry to leave the city for 2 days, she’d gotten you out and into her place across town. You didn’t stay for long, maybe a few weeks, wanting nothing but to put it all behind you, and although she was sad to see you go, she understood.

It was how you found yourself in upstate New York, in a secluded tiny thing of a house. You hadn’t even realized that you’d become something of a recluse until Nakia had pointed it out during one of your weekly calls. It had never hit you that you went to work and to home and that was it. You barely ate anymore, so grocery shopping was never a frequent affair. That was when she’d told you about a well known therapist in the area, Steven G. Rogers. You had been shocked by how much you weren’t opposed to the idea as she went on listing all of his credentials.

It was only moments after she hung up that you found yourself researching him yourself. You remembered noting how handsome the man was, even more so in person. His bright blue eyes and silver tresses complimented his strong features nicely, pink lips pulled up into a polite smile. You didn’t find yourself put off by the stranger, thinking to yourself that talking to someone you didn’t know, an objective listener who was paid not to judge you, might be for the best.

You soon found out that was easier said than done.

The first visit had been rocky, barely mumbling a thing and constantly fidgeting. You had hardly been able to meet his eye, and the session had abruptly ended when you’d left early, stumbling over your words as you gave some half assed excuse for your sudden departure. He was far more understanding than you deserved during your second visit. Wracked with guilt and anxiety, you’d written some things down that you wanted to talk about, and thankfully, the man hadn’t laughed at you. In fact, you remembered how fondly he looked at you as you unfolded it.

As it turned out, you didn’t need the slip of paper at all. Notes forgotten, you had rambled on for an hour. It was like once you started, you just couldn’t stop, and Steve simply listened the entire time. The next time he spoke to you was only to tell you that your time was up, and both embarrassment and disappointment had flooded through you. It must have been obvious, plain as day on your features, because Steve reassured you that it was normal to ramble.

You had been reluctant to leave. After years of biting your tongue and living in fear of even making the wrong sound, you finally found someone to listen. Even if it was only a stranger getting paid for it, it was still something. There was someone to express your fears to, and although it had taken some time, terrified that you’d say the wrong thing and upset him, eventually, you started to express your anger too.

“...and then I get angry all over again,” you continued when he said nothing. “...because I’m smart, because red flags in others’ relationships have always been so obvious to me. I’ve always been the mom friend, the one who can spot trouble before it even starts. I’ve helped friends get out of situations before they even had the chance to turn sour…”

You shook your head.

“...and yet...it took a slap to the face to realize just how deep I was in? Not the jealousy, not the anger issues nor the way he’d isolated me from just about everyone in my life...but a slap? It should’ve never gotten to that.”

“You can’t blame yourself for the actions of others.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time he’d told you that, and yet here you were again.

“We can go in circles analyzing your own behavior and the things you did and the things you said, but the truth is that you could play it out in your head a million times. You could do every single thing differently, and it still wouldn’t change a thing.”

The corner of his lips lifted into a crooked smile, a familiar sight.

“Some people are simply cruel, and it has nothing at all to do with you.”

You sharply inhaled, unsure of why such a simple statement resonated with you so deeply. You stared at Steve, blinking a few times, opening your mouth to respond when he glanced at the clock. It was a tell tale sign, and your shoulders sagged. You would think that after seeing him for 7 months now, you’d be used to leaving after only an hour, but it never got easier.

“That’s all the time we have for today,” he said, standing. “You’re progressing nicely, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, and he chuckled, eyes crinkling.

“You are. Progress and healing isn’t linear. Sometimes you’re going to take 2 steps back before you can take 10 more forward. It’s all part of the process,” he assured you.

You sighed.

“Well… I guess that does make me feel a bit better,” you replied.

He sent you a small smile as he guided you towards the door.

“I’ll see you next week?”

You returned his smile with a nod and didn’t let your face fall until the door was shut behind you. The good thing about therapy was that you could recognize your own toxic behaviors now, and it was clear that you were becoming reliant on your sessions with Steve. You had never liked being alone, but you had come all the way out here to learn to do just that. For your sake, you needed to learn to love being alone. It was how you had gotten into this mess to begin with.

Your phone vibrated with a call from an unknown number, and figuring it was a scam call, you silenced it.

Your house was practically in the middle of nowhere, so when the tv wasn’t blasting or you didn’t have Spotify playing some light tune, the house could get scarily quiet. But that was what you wanted...right? Harry had always been so explosive. The smallest of things could set him off and then the sound of yelling and shattering glass would rain down on you. Silence and solitude was what you wanted, needed.

Your phone buzzed again as you settled into your car, and you huffed when you noticed it was the same number. Again, you weren’t unfamiliar with scam callers so you ignored it. You noted that you needed to go grocery shopping, but you weren’t on the precipice of starvation just yet, so it could hold off for another day. By the time you got inside, your phone had started to buzz again, and with a frown, you decided to answer it.

“Hello?”

You were met with silence as you unlocked your door, and you repeated yourself, but there was no response. With a sigh, you hung up the phone. You both loved and hated coming home. It was quiet and safe and everything you had craved for years now, but the unfamiliarity of it all unnerved you. Sometimes you were just waiting for Harry to come flying through the door, screaming and breaking things. You had to remind yourself that this silence, this security, is how it’s supposed to be.

You went about making a quick meal, hopping into the shower while leaving the stove on low. When you got out, in the process of moisturizing your arms, you noticed your phone buzzing with another call. From that same number. Unease filled you as you neared it, and you hesitantly reached for it before answering.

Again, you were met with silence, and frustrated and annoyed, you simply blocked the number. A quick look through your phone revealed that you’d missed several calls from the same number while in the bathroom. Blinking with a deepening frown, you set your phone down and made your way to your kitchen. Dinner, like always these days, was quiet. You curled up on the couch with your plate while you watched some old sitcom.

The rest of the night passed as blandly as it always did. Sleep was much easier to find these days, so you had no trouble as soon as your head hit the pillow. However, just as you were on the verge, your phone buzzed with another call. This number didn’t match the previous one, but it was unknown nonetheless. With a groan, you put your phone on silent and rolled over, sleep claiming you.

“I know it’s you,” you sneered into the phone.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with the faint sound of breathing, and you clenched your jaw. You slammed the car door behind you before stomping across the parking lot.

“I know it’s you,” you quietly repeated. “Stay away from me.”

You hung up before blocking the number, the 10th number you had blocked in the past week. Every few hours or so a day, like clockwork, you got calls from an unknown number. You’d always end up blocking the number after the first few calls, but they always called again from a different one. At first, they’d say nothing, and you’d listen to silence for a few seconds before hanging up. Now, they’d taken to breathing in your ear like a creep. It wasn’t even until you blocked the 3rd number did it finally hit you.

Harry.

Harry freaking Osborn.

You felt like such an idiot for not putting it together sooner. Of course, it was Harry. Was this not the same man who threatened to hunt you down and drag you back like some animal if you ever left him? You had always equated woman beaters to cowards so you never thought he’d have the nerve to actually do it. Putting the pieces together didn’t bring you any comfort. Your filthy rich abusive ex had managed to track you down. What comfort was there to find in that?

Since that day, you hadn’t had a proper night of sleep. Your mind was constantly at war with itself on what to do. Having been down this road before, you knew the police would be no help. You’d gone to them once before, at the very beginning after the first time he’d hit you. It was your first harsh lesson that money ruled over everything. If you thought hard enough, you could still recall his hands around your throat, eyes alight with anger at what you’d tried to pull.

Still, you considered at least trying to get a restraining order but at the end of the day, that was a mere piece of paper. If Harry came to your door, it wasn’t going to stop him from hurting you, and that’s even if the whole process went through. They don’t just give restraining orders out willy nilly. You tried not to dwell on that hypothetical situation, but if he’d found your number, it would only be a matter of time before he found your address.

“Oh!”

You’d only just entered the grocery store, barely stepping into an aisle when you bumped into someone. The chips and bread in his hands went flying to the floor, and apologies tumbled from your lips. It was only after you helped him pick up what you made him drop did you realize who you’d run into.

“Dr. Rogers...hi,” you breathed.

The corner of his lips pulled into a crooked smile, head tilting to the side as his gaze fell onto you.

“We’ve discussed this before, Y/N. You’re more than welcome to call me Steve,” he told you.

You gave a nervous chuckle, nodding.

“Yeah...uh… I normally do, it just...it just slipped my mind,” you replied.

He blinked at you, eyes narrowing just a bit as he studied you. His brows furrowed in that concerned way you were used to, a silver strand of hair kissing his forehead.

“Everything okay…?”

You folded your arms over your chest, nodding with a strained smile.

“Everything’s fine,” you lied. “It’s just… It’s been a weird week. Our next session cannot come fast enough.”

You forced a light laugh, and he joined you. He placed a hand on his hip, eyes boring into your own.

“There’s a coffee shop just over there,” he gestured. “Did you want to sit and have a chat?”

You frantically shook your head.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t,” you told him. “I-.”

“I know I’m your therapist, but I want you to think of me as a confidant outside of the office too. You’re more than welcome to talk to me anytime. In fact, I encourage it,” he interrupted.

You nervously eyed him with a frown.

“Are...are you sure?”

His smile was comforting.

“This may be my job, but it’s one I chose because it’s one I enjoy. I don’t want you to feel like you’re only allowed to talk to me during our sessions,” he quietly said.

You bit your lip, and Steve continued.

“I’d hate to think that you’re bottling things up for days on end, suffering in silence because you’re just waiting to talk to me,” he confessed.

Your shoulders sagged, and you hesitantly nodded.

“...okay. I just need to get a few things for the house.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile. “You know where to find me.”

You parted ways, and a sigh escaped you. You really didn’t want to become reliant on Steve. Wasn’t the whole point of therapy to learn how to process your feelings and cope with them better? Running to your therapist every time you have a problem just seemed counterproductive. And yet, once your car was loaded up with the few items you bought, you found yourself making your way to the coffee shop.

After ordering a small drink, you easily spotted Steve at a table in the back. You noted that even outside of your sessions, he still dressed nicely. The dark button down he wore contrasted with his light hair, dark slacks making him appear taller. You felt simultaneously nervous and comforted as you settled across from him. There was a brief silence, one in which you sipped on your drink while he eyed you before finally speaking.

“So what’s on your mind?”

What a loaded question. You struggled over whether or not to tell him the truth. Your abusive ex had found you somehow and was currently harassing you. That’s not something you could just casually drop into the conversation. Besides, Steve was your therapist, not your friend. You didn’t think it fair to rope him into the drama with your ex. That wasn’t part of his job description. Right?

“Just sleepless nights,” you said.

It wasn’t a complete lie. Steve eyed you like he was waiting for you to continue, blue eyes soft.

“I’m also worried that...my past might not remain in the past.”

Once again, this wasn’t a complete lie.

“How so?” Steve hummed.

“I can’t help but wonder about what will happen if Harry finds me. He always threatened that he would if I ever left, and while I never believed him before, I just keep wondering… What if he does?”

Steve tilted his head at you, and you leaned back in your seat with a sigh.

“I’ve moved all the way out here to get away from him. I’ve isolated myself because I thought it was for the best, but it would have the opposite effect if he ever found me. I’ve never been particularly close with my family as you well know, and I’ve left all of my friends. I’m all alone here, and it’s the worst thing to be if he ever did track me down.”

Like always, you had started to ramble, and you snapped your mouth closed, embarrassment flooding through you.

“What brought all of this on?”

Steve’s eyes were sincere as he ran them over you, handsome face twisted in concern, and you glanced away.

“Just thinking,” you lamely replied, eyes on your drink now. “It’s something I’ve always thought about, sure, but it’s been more pressing as of late.”

“Well...that’s what I’m here for. You shouldn’t have to deal with these thoughts alone,” he eventually said.

“I know,” you sighed, rubbing your temples. “...but I shouldn’t become so reliant on you. The whole point of therapy is to learn to deal with these things on my own, is it not?”

Steve exhaled, leaning back in his seat as he gazed at you.

“Not necessarily. Not always,” he answered. “...but even then, until you can get to that point, it’s best to lean into your support. After all, you’ve gotta crawl before you can walk, right?”

You nodded, taking in his words.

“...and even when you’re walking, you usually need someone there in the beginning to hold your hand in case you fall. I encourage you to talk to your friends more, maybe even branch out and find some friends here, but I’m here as well. Don’t halt any of your progress because you feel like you need to be dealing with this alone. Outside help does more for your progress than you’d think.”

“I guess that does make sense. I don’t know… I just- I’d feel so bad about showing up at your office throughout all hours of the day or calling your receptionist-.”

You cut yourself off when he took out a pen and a slip of paper.

“Here,” he said, scribbling a number on it before handing it to you. “This is my personal number.”

Your eyes widened.

“Oh, I can’t-.”

“It’s fine, trust me.”

You hesitantly returned his smile, taking the piece of paper.

“Don’t hesitate to call me anytime you want to,” he told you, standing.

You joined him, fingering the note before sliding it into your pocket.

“Thank you…Steve. I don’t know if I’ll ever actually call you, but just knowing that I have the option makes me feel so much better,” you whispered.

You heard his pager go off, and you watched as he glanced at it. He let out a sigh, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he sounded disappointed.

“I’ve got to go, but I hope you’ll use that number if you need to.”

Thanking him again, you said your goodbyes, and you watched as he exited the shop. The slip of paper felt heavy in your pocket, so you solved that by putting his number into your phone. Just as you were about to put it back into your purse, it buzzed with a call from an unknown number. Fear settled into your gut, and with a grimace, you silenced the call and blocked the number.

You were late. You were so late it was laughable to even show up at this point. Your shoes tapped against the tile as the numbers on the elevator lit up as it passed each floor. You slipped through the doors as soon as they parted, and with no mind to check in, the receptionist calling your name, you raced towards Steve’s office. You reached his door just as he opened it to step out, and the papers that he was holding scattered to the floor as you collided with him. You hadn’t even realized how fast you’d been running until you were knocked on your ass.

You could hear the heels of the receptionist as she ran over, apologizing to Steve for letting you slip past her, but he waved her off. She reluctantly returned to her desk, and you scrambled to sit up, reaching for everything that had fallen.

“I was beginning to think you’d never show,” Steve joked.

You gave a shaky laugh.

“I uh...I got caught up,” you replied through trembling lips, fingers shaking as you struggled to stack all of his paperwork.

You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, but you avoided his gaze.

“I know I’m late. Our hour is practically over, but I- I just… Um, crap.”

You had dropped the papers all over again, and you both reached for them at the same time. At least, that was what you thought. Steve’s hands covered yours, and you only just realized how badly they were shaking.

“Y/N.”

His voice was soft, exactly what you needed right now, but you couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

Your chest was tight, and you wanted to will your lips to form a yes. You wanted to tell him that everything was fine, but you couldn’t even get the words out. He called your name again, and you suddenly stood, taking the papers with you. You handed them to him as he followed your lead, still avoiding his eye.

“I’m sorry for being late, and I know that you probably have another session-.”

“I don’t,” he interrupted. “Come in.”

You glanced up from beneath your lashes as he opened the door, ushering you inside. You wrapped your arms around yourself as he shut the door behind you.

“Is everything okay?”

You turned your face away from him, unable to keep it from crumbling as you held in a sob.

“Y/N.”

The way he called your name had you freezing in place, a shiver running through you at his firm tone, authority in the one simple word. In a way, it reminded you of Harry, and you looked to him with wide eyes. Seeming to understand what he’d done, Steve sighed before sitting down, making himself appear smaller to show that he wasn’t a threat to you.

“I’m sorry,” he genuinely apologized. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Please...sit.”

You hesitantly did so and reached out to take the tissue he offered you. You hadn’t even realized that you’d started crying.

“Now… I’m going to ask you again, and I’m begging you to please be honest with me. I’m here to help you in any way I can,” he whispered.

You wiped your face, sinking your teeth into your lip.

“It’s...Harry.”

Steve’s face was pinched with concern.

“What is it? Are you having nightmares again-?”

“No, you don’t understand. He’s calling me,” you confessed.

Steve froze, blinking a few times before his eyes widened, your words finally registering. You sniffed, fighting to hold in a sob.

“It started weeks ago, before we ran into each other that night…”

You didn’t miss the disappointment that flitted over his features, lips pressed together.

“...and I know I should’ve said something then-.”

“You should’ve called me.”

“I know! I know, but… I don’t know. I just wanted to handle this on my own,” you quietly said.

He didn’t respond, and you turned your eyes towards the window.

“Last time...I wasn’t able to get away on my own. I wanted it to be different this time. At first, I simply blocked him but he kept calling and calling from different numbers. Then I got a new phone...and eventually another, but it’s still the same. He keeps finding me,” you tearfully told him. “...and today…”

Your eyes met his, and you were comforted by the concern you saw there.

“Today I was at the police station. That’s why I was late.”

Steve straightened up at this.

“I thought that maybe I could get a restraining order or maybe they could trace the calls to show that it’s him, but the whole visit was useless. They boiled it down to petty relationship drama, and since there’s no record of his violent behavior because I never reported anything…”

You shrugged, scoffing.

“There’s basically nothing they can do. The whole visit was a waste,” you spat.

Steve heaved a sigh, and he slowly reached out towards you, leaning forward.

“I didn’t ask before, but… Is it alright if I hold your hand?”

You nodded. That was what you liked about Steve. He was always asking for your consent with just about everything, even the simplest of things, and it was such a nice contrast to Harry who used to feel like he was entitled to your body. Steve took your hand, throwing you a comforting smile as he eyed you, worried.

“I wish that you had called me,” he said.

You looked down, guilt filling you.

“I could have helped you before it ever got to this point. I have friends on the force, friends in high places who could lock this creep up if you wanted.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

Of course Steve, Dr. Steven Rogers, knew people who could help you. Of course he did! Your stubbornness had gotten you far deeper into this than necessary.

“What have I said about self deprecating language?”

“Sorry,” you murmured.

“You’re not an idiot. Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re just a woman trying to find her strength again.”

You hesitantly nodded, and he brushed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I want you to get rid of your phone,” he suggested.

You frowned, and he continued before you could question him.

“I’ll work on getting a new one for you. A secure one under my name.”

You frowned, not liking the idea of being so indebted to him.

“Steve, I don’t know-.”

“It’ll only be temporary. You can use it until I talk to some people and have him properly dealt with.”

Even though you weren’t keen on the idea, you reluctantly agreed.

“...and you have to promise me one thing…”

You eyed him, holding his gaze as you waited for him to continue.

“Promise me that you’ll call me the second he bothers you again,” he proposed.

Accepting the fact that your stubbornness was doing you more harm than good, you nodded. Steve seemed pleased with that, and with one last pat on your hand, he let you go. As he guided you out of your office, your phone in his hand, you felt more hopeful than you had in over a month. You felt so silly for not seeking out his help sooner, and you couldn’t deny the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders as you settled into your car.

True to his word, at your next session, Steve presented you with a new phone. It had all of your important contacts with Steve being at the top of the list. Embarrassment had flooded you as you thanked him with tears in your eyes. The week without your phone had been the most peace you’d had in a while, and you finally got some much needed rest.

“You haven’t heard anything from him, have you?” he’d asked you.

“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “Not a peep.”

He threw you that same smile that always brought you comfort.

“Good. Even if you never do, you’re always free to call me,” he’d reminded you.

Finally deciding to let your stubbornness go, you did. Talking to Steve outside of your sessions was easier than you thought it’d be. It was like talking to a friend. Sometimes you’d meet up at that same coffee shop not too far from his office, and other times you’d be putting a quick meal together while he was on the other line, listening to you ramble. You soon realized that it wasn’t just his profession that made him that way, but Steve truly was an unbiased listener. He never judged you for any steps back in your progress nor for any of your more self deprecating thoughts.

Best of all, you hadn’t heard anything more from Harry.

Not until he knocked on your door one night.

It was late when you’d heard the pounding on the wood, and having been watching tv in your room, you wondered if you imagined it. It was only moments later that you’d heard it again. Your eyes had widened, sitting up in alarm. No one knew you lived here. Not even your mailman. All of your mail collected at a Post Office box before you eventually went to pick it up. You stood, standing in your room, trembling in fear before a knock on your bedroom window had you screaming.

You didn’t hesitate to call the police, and it took longer than you liked for them to arrive. All the while, you dealt with knocking and pounding on your window and door. Back and forth, it alternated with minutes in between before stopping altogether when the sound of sirens could be heard. Unsurprisingly, and frustratingly, the police didn’t find anyone.

“Look, we’ll get this report down to the station,” the brunette had told you, not looking concerned in the least.

Frustration filled you, and you shuffled on your feet.

“Can’t you...idk, have someone stay here? Not even the whole night but just a few hours in case they come back?”

The tall man sighed, and you glanced at his badge. Officer Barnes, you noted.

“With all due respect mam, we can’t just have one of our officers sitting in your yard because someone knocked on your door-.”

“I told you-!”

“I know, I know. The windows too,” he said, sounding exasperated, and your frown deepened. “The best we can do is get this down to the station. You’re more than welcome to call us again should anyone come back.”

You crossed your arms over your chest as they left, finding no relief. You swallowed as you thought about Steve. You didn’t want to, but Harry had found you, tormenting you by knocking on your house in the dead of night. This was exactly the reason Steve had given you his number. Swallowing down your stubbornness, and with a deep breath, you called him.

He didn’t sound like he was asleep, and for that you were grateful. You would’ve kicked yourself if you had woken him up. Finally getting out why you’d called him was an awkward affair, stumbling over your words, and you felt even worse as he agreed to come over. There was no hesitation, and you couldn’t help but feel as if you were taking advantage of Steve’s generosity.

You mumbled out your address, surprised to realize how relieved you were. You couldn’t remember the last time you had trusted a man this much. Harry had made you so paranoid, but you supposed that was what therapy was for. This was why you had all those sessions with Steve. To learn to heal and to trust again.

You opened the door with a small smile when he finally pulled into your yard. He was dressed comfortably, and you felt much better about your own ratty t-shirt and leggings, but his casual attire made him no less striking.

“Thank you,” you breathed as he stepped inside.

“I was up going over paperwork when you called. I’m glad you did,” he told you.

You leaned against the door as you closed it, rubbing your arms.

“I didn’t know if I should. It’s just… He was here, Steve. Knocking on my door and window like something out of a horror movie, and the police treated it like it was nothing,” you complained.

Steve tilted his head at you with a sad smile.

“First thing in the morning, I’m going to make some more calls. Since he’s in town, it should be easy to have him put away. At the very least, a restraining order.”

Relief and hope filled you as you brushed past him.

“I really can’t thank you enough for coming over. I promise I won’t keep you long, just until I feel I can be ok being alone,” you said over your shoulder.

He followed you into the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Eat? It’s the least I can do.”

“Some wine might be nice. You might want to pour yourself a glass too,” he suggested.

You chuckled, and he joined you, but you agreed with him nonetheless. You poured a glass for both of you, and you leaned against the counter with a sigh.

“I just don’t understand why he can’t leave me alone. Hasn’t he put me through enough?”

Steve hummed.

“From what you’ve told me, he strikes me as a narcissist. I’d bet that he doesn’t want you to move on,” he mused.

“Maybe,” you distractedly replied as you heard your phone ring. “I’ll be right back. Let me grab that super quick, it might be Nakia.”

Your phone was in your room, but by the time you reached it, it had stopped ringing. Sure enough, it was a missed call from your best friend, and you brought your phone with you to the kitchen, determined to call her back. Steve’s eyes were fond when you returned, and you shrugged.

“I need to call her back. I’ll only be a moment,” you said, swiping your glass.

“Take all the time you need.”

You made your way to the living room, taking your place on the couch as you called her back. She answered almost immediately.

“Hey, what’s up?”

She greeted you with a soft exhale.

“Uh… Harry’s...dead.”

You froze at her words, pulling the glass away from your lips. You blinked a few times, trying to come to terms with what she’d said.

“...what?”

“I just found out. I honestly didn’t know how you’d take the news, but I thought you should know.”

She was right. You yourself didn’t even know how you felt about this news. You had loved this man at one point...but he was also your abuser. This was good news...right?

“How?” you finally asked her.

She sighed.

“Apparently, he’d been missing for months-.”

“Months?”

“Yeah,” she quietly replied. “They found and identified his body today. I just saw it on the news.”

Your stomach twisted as the truth, and the meaning behind it, sank in. Just because Harry had been missing for months, it didn’t mean that he’d been dead for months. It very well could have been him harassing you like you believed. But...if they’d found and identified his body today, then there was no way it was him at your house tonight.

“Thank you,” you eventually said. “Um… I’m glad you told me.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you honestly replied. “I’m just a little unsure of how I feel about all of this, but I’ll call you tomorrow when I’ve slept on it.”

“Alright. Be safe.”

You said your goodbyes and returned to the kitchen with an empty glass.

“Everything okay?” Steve questioned.

Your face must have been an open book.

“Harry’s dead,” you scoffed, blinking as you still fought to process this.

Steve didn’t respond, and just like one of your sessions, he seemed to be waiting for you to continue.

“Apparently he’d been missing for months and they just identified his body today. There’s no way it could have been him knocking on my door tonight, and now...now I’m even more scared than I was before,” you confessed. “God, I can’t even fully come to terms with my feelings on this because I’m realizing that Harry might not have been the only thing I should’ve been afraid of.”

“Hey,” Steve soothingly said, nearing you. “Are you sure it wasn’t someone who got lost? Maybe they had the wrong house?”

You thought about it before shaking your head.

“No, it definitely didn’t seem like that. Oh my God,” you cried, letting your head fall into your hands.

Steve pulled you into his arms, startling you, but you eventually relaxed, the wine settling into your system nicely.

“It’s going to be alright-.”

“What if it isn’t? Because I’m the idiot who thought that Harry was the only possible danger out there, I’ve attracted another without even realizing it.”

“Hey, hey,” he soothed. “Maybe it was nothing, and maybe it was more. Either way, I’m only a phone call away. Say the word, and I’ll have an officer living in your yard if need be.”

You chuckled at that, and nodded.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at him. “I-.”

You swallowed your words when his lips met yours, soft and demanding as they moved against your own. You were stunned, and it took you a moment to realize just what was happening before you pulled away. You stared at Steve with wide eyes, hesitantly reaching up to touch your lips as you took a step back.

“Steve…”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he breathed.

Your lips parted, a soft gasp escaping you at both his words and the fire in his gaze. It was so sudden and great that it froze you.

“Steve, I think… I think you should go,” you whispered, almost in disbelief.

He frowned at you, tilting his head just a tad as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Go? Why would I do that when you’re not feeling well?”

You opened your mouth to repeat yourself, even demand to know what he meant, but a sudden wave of nausea hit you, head feeling fuzzy. Steve caught you just as you stumbled, and you frowned, fighting to get out of his arms.

“What…?”

“You seemed really tense. I thought you could use something to take the edge off…”

You stared at him in disbelief, attempting to blink away the stars in your vision. Your legs felt like they were made of Jell-O as Steve guided you towards the living room. He deposited you on the couch, and you could hardly do anything as he laid you down, sitting beside you. His blue eyes, normally so soft and comforting, were dark with a longing you had never seen before.

“You were like a wounded little lamb when you first came to me,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your lip. “So lost...broken… It’s because of me that you’re even halfway back together again.”

His hands moved to slowly undress you, taking his time, and your hands might as well had been air as you tried to stop him. You shuddered as the cool air in the house hit you, nipples pebbling, even more so when Steve brushed his fingers over them.

“I wanted to wrap you in my arms during that first session. Drag you back as you tried to leave, show you how a woman should be touched by a man.”

You were in a state of shock, disbelief coursing through you as you watched Steve undress. Even at his age, the man was a wall of muscle, thick bands making you swallow in fear as you hopelessly tried to tell yourself that this was a dream.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“I had to be patient. I didn’t want to scare you off, push you into the arms of another dangerous man. I had to help you heal before showing the kind of man I can be for you,” he told you, fingers on your face as he neared you again.

Your whole body felt weighed down, and you couldn’t stop your tears even if you wanted to. Your touch was light as you pressed your hands to his chest, feeling like you were going to be sick as he settled over you.

“Harry is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore, and I’m going to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”

The irony was not lost on you, but the way he said that struck something in you, and your mind traveled to the unthinkable. You didn’t get the chance to think about it some more before Steve was forcing himself inside of you. A choking noise escaped you as he filled you to the hilt, your legs spread wide to accommodate his frame. Steve released a shuddering breath, breathing through his nose, body trembling as he delighted in the feel of you wrapped around him.

It was amazing that while all of your senses felt dulled, you could feel his pulsing member inside of you so well. He surrounded you, bulky frame caging you in, and you felt like you would pass out from suffocation. Steve sighed just before his lips met yours, and your stomach clenched as he moved within you. A broken moan slipped out against your will, and Steve groaned at the sound.

“I’ll show you pleasure that you’ve never known, touch you in ways you never felt. I know how to make you happy,” he purred, his pace languid as he thrust in and out of you.

You turned your head away, the furniture of your living room blurring together from whatever he’d slipped into your drink.

“I know your deepest desires and your deepest fears. I know you better than anyone else out there…”

You hated that in a way, Steve was right. You’d bared yourself to him under the guise of trust and healing. He really did know all there was to know about you, and you hated yourself for it. You hated him for hiding his intentions so well, for taking advantage of your vulnerability and trauma. He tutted as you started to squirm beneath him.

“After all I’ve done for you...in all the ways I’ve helped you, the least you could do is give yourself to me. I deserve to reap the benefits of my efforts-.”

You gasped beneath him, legs kicking around him, but he only pressed himself more firmly against you.

“...I’ve gone out of my way to make sure you were safe, to protect you so that no more threats remained to you nor our relationship.”

“You’re crazy-.”

You cut yourself off with a yelp as he nipped at your neck, jerking in his hold as he continued to snap his hips into yours. His hands were gentle on you, a contrast to how he fucked you, his pace increasing with every passing minute. Despite the fact that you could hardly move, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place as the sound of your coupling filled the room, your core now wet and slick from his ministrations.

Steve seemed intoxicated, blissfully immersed in the feel of you and how you clung to him. His low groans and moans filled your ear, and you could do nothing as he covered your lips again, tongue tasting you, moaning at the taste of wine that still remained.

“My touch will never cause you harm, bringing you nothing but pleasure for the rest of our lives.”

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anerdquemoraaolado · 2 years ago

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Grains of Sand by the Shore

Chapter 9

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After much celebration, the night came and with it, the reality of the time to leave. Shuri knew it wasn't a final farewell to her relatives, in fact, she reinforced several times that she would always see them. This did not stop some tears from Toussaint, which moved even his new uncle.

-You will live far from us - declared the prince, sadly.

-I know, but I come to visit you and I can show you my new house too - Shuri suggested - meanwhile, take care of your parents for me.

"I will," he promised and gave her a big hug.

-We love you, see you soon! - Nakia said goodbye to her.

-I'll think about you every day, don't forget to send me news-her brother recommended.

-I won't - Shuri nodded - I love you, brother.

-I love you too - T'Challa wrapped her in a hug before addressing her husband - king of Talokan, I ask you to take care of my sister, she is one of the most precious treasures I have, and she gave herself to you, she's your family now, cherish her as such.

-I will, Shuri will have my dedication every day and the best I can offer her - Namor swore, holding T'Challa's arm while he did the same, a gesture of respect between the two.

Using a special jet that would now be her constant and personal use, Shuri gave a last nod to her blood family and followed her marriage family out to sea. Shortly after, she was in the same cave as Talokan's entrance, the place was intact, exactly as she remembered, except for the colorful mural on the wall.

She looked at the drawing of the two warriors and immediately recognized what it was. Namor placed himself beside her, waiting for the right moment to explain what that was.

-It's us - Shuri stated aloud.

-A way to honor our battle - her husband explained - I owe you my life, Shuri, this is an act I will never forget.

She didn't know what to say next for now, she nodded quietly and then replied:

"It was the right thing to do," she said softly.

Seeing that she was tired, and frankly, so was he, he decided to call it quits for the day.

-I'll let you rest, we still have one more ceremony to face the day after tomorrow - Namor warned before leaving.

-Wait, won't you stay with me here? -Shuri asked before she could contain herself, she didn't know where that had come from, maybe it was her search for the logic of what was expected within the traditions.

-We are not married according to my people yet, for me, it is more correct to leave you alone, and I want to give you the space you need - he made it clear.

-Okay, then, good night Namor, and thank you for today - tiredness overcame her and made her say goodbye.

-Thank you too, rest Shuri-he wished and before he left, he followed the urge to kiss her forehead, something quick, like the kiss at the wedding.

His wife interpreted this as a mere formal obligation. Without stretching further, each one went to her corner, finally resting.

Sleep was hard to find Namor, his mind had been intoxicated by Shuri, her smile, her laughs, her jokes, her kindness. A charming woman who would be worthy of the Talokan throne that never had a queen. He felt little springs of affection well up for his wife. It was at least a comfort within an arranged marriage. They might not have love, but at least they would have each other's friendship.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years ago

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I would like a request for Steve Demon, something very dark and hot, thank you! 😈❤️

Hi darling! Thank you for your patience 🙏💖 This story was inspired by Slavic witch legends and VN Demonheart!

Oh, my love, don't forsake me

Pairing: demon!Steve Rogers x witch!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, dark magic, dubcon, witch!Nakia, mentions of violence.

Words: 1670.

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You remembered your first encounter with him well. It had been your first Walpurgis Night when Nakia presented you to a coven: you had been taken through an initiation ritual to become a true witch, and all of you danced and drank and laughed, jumping through grand fire and burning your clothes till you all had been naked, only jewelry - necklaces, earrings and bracelets - left on your bodies.

It was then when demons had arrived, many of them flying directly to their witches and starting dancing with them, picking them up and letting them ride them high up in the sky as if they were horned horses, and you froze on your spot, watching their red bodies glowing.

"You will choose your demon lover today." Nakia whispered to you, smiling to her own mighty demon, his shoulders wide and muscular, his gaunt wings so large he could cover ten people with each. "There are several of those who are free."

"Today?" You asked her nervously, watching those demons without a witch on their backs. "But I thought I would be given time to let them know better."

You knew no one but Nakia, and the thought of choosing your demon right this very moment seemed a bit frightening to you. The witch was choosing her demon lover for eternity - unless both her and him would decide to separate, but it was highly unlikely as the bond they built had always been hard to break. How could you do it without knowing a demon first? Today you could make the worst mistake in your entire life - and afterlife, considering that your soul would travel back to Hell with your demon by your side.

"Don't fret over little things." The witch flashed you a wide smile, her flawless skin glowing softly in the dim light coming from the fire meters away from you. "You will be fine. Look at them! Who is the one you want the most?"

She motioned to the demons flying up in the air, their wings flapping, and you realized you could actually see what was beneath the loincloth of some of them, your face growing unbearably hot. How indecent! Why didn't they wear something more concealing?

"Because they are showing new witches what they got to offer." Your mentor laughed at your bemused expression, and you chuckled, thinking how you were standing naked in front of them with just a think golden necklace on, the only valuable jewelry you had. "Don't be shy, dear. Look, look at them! Ask me if you see someone attractive, and I will tell you everything I know."

Oh dear, it was probably the most embarrassing thing you had ever done, but you couldn't miss your only opportunity to know more about your future lover. Besides, you didn’t become a witch to spend your days caring about morals and decency, did you? You were going to sin till the very end of your life, and today could be a nice starting point. In the end, a physical body and all its parts were nothing to be ashamed of.

Watching several men, their skin scarlet, floating above the grand fire and laughing along the other couples, you tried focusing on those who you thought looked the strongest and sheepishly whispering to Nakia. You felt a little distressed her own lover had to wait for you, but the demon only grinned at you, baring his pearly white teeth, and bowed his head a little, visibly agreeing to wait longer. Maybe they weren’t all as scary as you imagined? You certainly hoped so, pointing to several demons and asking your mentor about them.

“This one? This is Tony, he’s a clever but vicious sort.”

“Aren’t they all?”

Turning her face to you, Nakia gently caressed your head as if you were her child. “No, darling. Not to us. But you are right, I doubt Tony would be the right choice for you. Maybe young Peter? It is his first Walpurgis Night, but he’s of age. Or Brock, that demon over there? Oh no, look at this ruthless barbarian...”

However, before you had time to look at the man she had pointing at, another demon suddenly crossed your way, and you stilled when he looked directly at you, his large crimson wings blocking the view for both Nakia and you. He stood out from the crowd with his glowing golden hair and immense wings that were bigger than even Nakia’s lover, and you frown when the demon landed on his goat hooves, aggressively ripping his loincloth away and baring his flesh in front of you. Your face grew hot at his shameless display, and searched for your mentor’s hand, clutching it in yours like a child, truly. What was that? Did you make the demon upset? Had you broken some rule you didn’t know about?

Nervously glancing at Nakia’s lover you saw him distressed, too, but he didn’t move further to protect you, standing on his place. Was it because there was no true danger or because he simply couldn’t protect his witch against the monster in front of you?

“Who is he?” Your whisper was barely audible as you trembled, clinging to Nakia, and she wrapped her warm arm around your shoulders, leaning closer to your ear.

“Steven of Triskelion. Do not be scared, my darling, he isn’t here to hurt you. I wonder why he’s courting you so... passionately, though.”

“Courting me?”

“Oh yes, my dear. Look at him, putting himself on display like that for a young witch. His desire for you must be strong.”

Softly waving at her lover and seeing him relaxing, Nakia gently pushed you in front, encouraging you to come closer to the demon whose gaze was so intense you were worried he would make a hole in you. Oh, you needed to talk to him. Probably. You weren’t sure, but by the look on the witch’s face you guessed the demon in front of you wasn’t necessarily a bad choice. Judging by his enormous form and his thick, veiny cock in between his muscled legs, maybe he really weren’t.

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious in front of him, you tried smiling and prevent yourself from covering your body with your hands - he had just shown himself completely naked to you, and it would be disrespectful of you to do otherwise. You certainly didn’t want to upset a demon like him.

“Hello, Sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You said politely, hoping he wouldn’t mind the way you talked to him. Should you bow to him? Offer him your hand? Kiss his cheek? No, no, you wouldn’t dare.

For a second you thought he was going to hit you, but you knew a demon would never do that to a witch, especially with a whole coven present. They’d ban him from ever pairing with any of them, stripping him of a possibly ally and lover. Only the most insane demons would try doing something as reckless and disrespectful, but they weren’t allowed to Walpurgis Night celebrations. Thank... Devil?

The demon suddenly chuckled, baring his sharp fangs, “You don’t have to be so polite with me, little witch. I am sorry for intimidating you for it was not my intention. Come closer.”

Liar! He loved the effect he had on you, you didn’t have to get inside his horned head to see it. Was he of patronizing kind? Maybe. It wasn’t the worst one among demons straight from Hell, and you smiled at him, putting your arm in his as he drew you closer to him, his other arm softly cupping your chin. His crimson body was radiating heat, and you enjoyed it when demon made you lean onto his wide chest. Despite being somewhat shy about the whole encounter, you were starting to warming up, demon’s touch having a strange effect on you.

“Allow me to give you this.” The man murmured into your ear, and you felt the heaviness of a string of pearls on your neck, touching it with your fingers and watching the demon with wide eyes.

Of course, you have heard of witches receiving gifts from their demonic lovers, but Steve was still a stranger to you. Was it right to accept something so expensive from him? While you tried looking for Nakia to ask her advice, the demon wrapped his large gaunt wings around you two, preventing you from searching for your friend, and forcefully turned your face to him, claiming your lips as if he wanted to devour you. You had no time to react before his huge tongue got inside your mouth, his clawed hand running up your rib cage and cupping your breasts as you whimpered against him, his body blazing hot. He didn’t give you a second to get accustomed to the kiss before spreading his wings and flapping them as he unceremoniously grabbed you by the hips and flew up, taking you with him. You let out a little mewl, clinging to Steve for life. What was he doing?!

“Don’t be scared, kitten. I’m not asking you to ride on my back just yet.” The demon’s voice was soft, but you could see his grin getting wider, and a part of you was nervous at his somewhat aggressive courting. “But wouldn’t you like it? I can be a powerful ally for a witch and a gentle lover for an innocent kitten like you.”

“Be careful, dear. Steve became bitter after his witch has left him to return to God,” Nakia’s voice said in your head, and you frowned, knowing the demon most certainly heard her, too.

She left him for God? What, how was this even possible?

Demon’s grin turned wicked as he kissed your forehead, getting higher and higher as other demons and witches danced below you. “It’s true, darling. That’s why after you choose me to be your lover I will carve your heart out of your chest and keep it with me.”

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caffeineforbucky · 4 years ago

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As Time Goes By...(Chapter Seven)

A/N: I've had the longest week of my life, babysitting a 4-month-old is no joke man, in the words of Shrek "They cry when they poop and poop when they cry." But I gotta love my niece. Not to mention, my thoughts are just a mess and I haven't got a decent night's sleep. other than that, I'm cool. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It's not as long, but I think it'll do. As always, thanks for reading and taking a chance on this gal! Appreciate you!

Word Count: 2,294

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem! Reader

Warnings: No real warning besides um, flashbacks? I don't know. Fluff, mentions Wakanda. Bucky being cute and embarrassed.

Glossy pupils zero in on the reflection in the mirror, face warming profusely, cheeks splattered with a darkened shade of maroon, the blood now dried, sitting untouched on the surface of your skin.

You hardly recognized the person staring back, and somehow, you knew exactly who it was. Fragments of the assassin you used to be slipping through the cracks of the good person enamel you coated yourself with. It was chipping away, and you didn't know if you could handle that. You take the washcloth Sharon had given you, running the corner under hot water to wash away the stains of the man you killed.

Sam's voice rang in your ears while you scrub the guilt away, soothing and comforting, reminding you that he nor anyone in the car was perfect-you did what you had to do. The more you repeated that to yourself, the fewer amount of tears would start to fall. Your bottom lip quivers, the steaming cloth dragging the hot salty tears across your face. You couldn't remember the last time you felt guilty for taking a life. You were an assassin for crying out loud. Why was this different than any other person you were assigned to kill?

Your fingers wrap around the basin, gripping tightly at the buckle of your knees. Breathe, Y/N. You whisper to yourself, eyes fluttering shut, anchoring your mind to something good...

"Do you have a four?" You murmur, cheek resting in the palm of your hand, eyes flickering from your hand of cards to Shuri's observing features. Her eyes shift, running over her hand twice before she shakes her head.

"Go fish," She utter, smiling slightly at your aggravated sigh, your cheek comes off your palm to reach for a brand new card from the deck in the middle of her desk. This was the third card you pull and still no dice.

It was coming mid-afternoon, the sun still shining brightly within the Wakandan summers. It was hot, but the view was a sight for sore eyes. You had been in Wakanda for over a year now, living in close quarters to the princess. You made it exponentially clear you didn't mind staying in a hut, but King T'Challa insisted. You were his guest and his friend. "And you said you hadn't heard of this game," You scoff, earning another card with no pair.

"No," Shuri drags, "I said I've never played, that doesn't mean I've never heard of it. Besides, you're just bothered because your boyfriend hasn't woken up yet," She jokes, raising her brows suggestively. "I can't believe it's been a year."

"Time flies and he's not my boyfriend, Shuri," You grumble, placing your hand of cards upside down on the surface, pushing yourself from the chair to stand. "He doesn't even know I'm here, I asked Steve not to say a word when he went to talk to him before Buck went under."

"Still," She continues, rising to her feet as well, "Don't think I haven't noticed you lurking around his hut," She notes, your body tensing as you turn your back towards her. "I know an idiot in love when I see one, my brother reacts the same way with Nakia. I'm young, but I'm not stupid."

You find your lips stretching into a soft smile, head hanging low in shame, shaking it in disagreement. "I'm not in love with him, I'm worried about Steve. Bucky is his best friend, and you're far from stupid, Shuri. You're the smartest person I know," You assure her, turning to face her smug smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Steve didn't ask you to stay, I overheard that too." Shuri's smirk grows slier, hightops tapping as she approaches closer in front of you. "And yet, here you are," Her hands splay out in a gesture. "-Waiting for Sergeant Barnes to awaken."

You draw in your bottom lip, gnawing at it between your teeth. Shuri was right, so on the nose that you couldn't even hide it. You couldn't help but care about him, the deepest part of you reaching out to help a fellow lost soul. The look in his eye, you'd had seen it before and that was only when you looked in the mirror, most of all when you were alone with yourself.

Shuri averts her attention to the aggressive vibrations emitting from the tablet that laid flatly against her weapons table. Frowning softly, she glances down at the 2-inch beads wrapped delicately around her wrist, tapping twice before a crystal blue hologram emerges from one of the beads. "Good afternoon, princess," Ayo's voice echo's throughout the lab, loud and clear.

"Afternoon, Ayo. What is it?" Shuri asks, her eyes flickering up to the concern written all over your features, fingers fidgeting with each other, boots inching closer.

"He's awake."

Shuri had never seen you bolt so fast, your speed creating such a strong draft, she almost tipped over. The doors swung back and forth as you push through them, the sound of the rubber from the soles of your boots pounding down the halls of the lab. Thanking Ayo, Shuri shakes her head and follows after you.

You exhale deeply, pushing off the basin to straighten out your back, holding onto the memory, eyes opening to glance at the neatly folded pile of clothes Sharon had offered. You didn't care what it was, as long as it kept you out of the bloody dress. The pads of your fingers latch onto the lukewarm metal zipper, tugging to pull it down. You shrug off the leather jacket, draping it over the steel towel rack, eyes capturing the view of your state in the mirror.

More dried blood, a strong dirt color, mixed with the hues of crimson, the color of your dress, making it seem darker. You reach behind your back, searching for a zipper. You pull on it, trying your hardest to guide it down your spine. You huff, arms growing sore from trying at every angle, but it wasn't budging. You stomp your heel against the marble, kissing your teeth like a toddler about to throw a tantrum. "Goddammit," You curse, looking to the locked door, pondering on whether or not to ask the guys, or Sharon, if she was even out there.

You tried once more, settling on the ladder. You unlock it, pulling the door ajar to peek your head out. Searching eyes find Bucky in proximity, sipping on a crystal of whatever alcohol Sharon kept in those fancy bottles. Brandy, bourbon, whiskey, perhaps? "Bucky!" You whisper, trying to get his attention. "Bucky." Your tone of voice, more firm and clear.

Bucky's head whips around to the sound of your voice, brows etching with curiosity as he sets the crystal down, parading his way to the bathroom where you reside. "Everything okay?" His eyes locked onto yours, hands tucking into the pockets of his newly borrowed slacks. He looked good, so good.

"Where's Sharon?" You swallow hard, tearing your eyes away from him to rid your mind of those thoughts, darting to every corner to catch Sharon, but to your dismay, there was no sight of the blonde.

"She went upstairs to prepare for guests, why?"

"Great," You sigh loudly, head hanging in disappointment. What a day, what a fucking day. Then you got an idea, head rising, eyes lifting to meet the man standing in front of you. "Hey," You chirp as if you didn't already have his full attention. As if he would ever ignore you. "Think you could help me with something?"

Bucky hesitates, wondering what it was you wanted Sharon for, but now, he was a bit taken aback by you asking him. But, like a good friend, if you ever considered him a friend, he agreed, and you stepped aside, letting him in the bathroom with you. "What's up?" He murmurs, scratching the side of his neck as you shut the door, locking it with a twist of its nib.

"Can you help me out of this dress?"

He almost chokes, feeling the wind knock out of his lungs. It was an unexpected request, one that he never thought you would ask of him, but here you were, asking him. Maybe he wishes those words to come from your mouth in different circumstances but he digresses, not wanting to get into that part of his thoughts right now. "What?" He mumbles, mouth suddenly going dry as his eyes finally settle on you. God, he thought, This woman is going to be the death of me.

"It's just that the zipper on my back got stuck, and I don't have the strength to keep pulling at it. I was wondering if you'd help me?" You ask, shifting your weight to a different foot, growing slightly nervous under his gaze. "If you don't want to, that's fine, I can always ask Sam or Ze-"

"Please don't finish that sentence," He grimaces, holding his finger up to stop you. "I'll help you," He nods, almost reassuring himself. I can do this, right? Bucky begins to remove his glove from his vibranium hand, even though he was right-handed, the metal hand gave him sturdier leverage.

You turn your back to him, grabbing all of your hair, placing it to one side, giving him more access to the zipper. Bucky takes a deep breath, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. Why am I suddenly so nervous? He shakes out the nerves through his hands, and he makes his way over to you.

You suck in a sharp breath, the warmth radiating from Bucky's body behind you sending shivers down your arms, heart racing, pounding against your chest. His frigid metal fingers graze the bare skin of your back, making you bite the inside of your cheek as he grips the tiny zipper between his fingers.

He pulls, finding the fabric start to fold over every time he tried to get it undone. He needed something to hold onto so that when he attempted again, it wouldn't give him any trouble. "Uhm..." He clears his throat, ignoring how soft your skin looks, badly wanting to touch.

"What?" You wait, sensing the hesitation on his part. "It's not coming down, is it?" You glance over your shoulder, meeting Bucky's intense gaze as he stands in thought, brows softly furrowed.

"It's not that," He assures you, shaking his head at your ask. How would he explain the situation without it sounding strange? It wasn't as if you didn't ask him to help you out. Or that he couldn't do it. "It seems that I need to hold the backline in place so it won't fold over..."

"Yeah...?" You drag, growing a little confused. "What's the problem?"

"I don't want to touch you without your permission." He finally says, eyes drifting up to meet yours.

You turn to face forward, mouth pulling into a soft smile at his reasoning. It made your heart flutter, Bucky really was a gentleman when he wasn't brooding stoically. "It's fine, Buck," You sigh contently, "Just help me so I can change, please?"

"Are you sure?"

Any other man wouldn't have even asked, no hesitation, no permission. They would rip the dress off of you if they could, but Bucky was different. His manners were unmatched when it came to women, he might've been a huge flirt in his time but, he still respected and kept his distance when told to buzz off. He could take rejection and you liked that about him. You nod, trying to hide your grin. "Absolutely."

Bucky steps closer, taking in your consent, fingers finding the zipper once more. He holds onto the backline, flesh knuckles pressed against your back, drawing out the goosebumps and want from within. With a simple yank of the zipper, it went unstuck, trailing open down your spine. Bare skin went exposed, and somehow Bucky got closer, his hot breath fanning against your earlobe and suddenly, the warmth was gone.

"All finished, sweetheart," Bucky murmurs, watching as you turn to face him.

That was the second time tonight that he called you sweetheart, preparing for some kind of lecture he was sure you were going to give him. Maybe yelling at him for calling you that or that he wasn't allowed to use that anymore, but all that was thrown out the window as he was met with a grateful smile.

"Thank you."

"S'nothing," Bucky says, lips pulling into a thin smile as he shrugs. "I'll let you get changed, m'kay?" He strides over to the door, twisting the nib before wrapping his metal fingers around the knob. "Oh, I almost forgot," He drops his hands, reaching into his pocket, pulling out babochka.

Your smile grew, feeling your body gravitate towards him, soft hands taking your possession from his grasp. "My blade," You whisper, looking down at the gift Natasha had given you. "And you cleaned it," Chuckling, you look at Bucky's baby blues. "Thank you, Buck."

"I didn't know what it meant to you. I wanted to apologize for disregarding you back at the club. If I'd known..." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway, I...I'm sorry."

Just as Bucky goes to open the door, you place your hand on his forearm, stopping him. You tug him back, his face looking back at you, door ajar. You pick up your chin, heels giving you enough height to place a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. "Thank you so much." You purr, taking a step back.

Bucky's cheeks redden, the small gesture making him go weak at the knees. He nods, and without saying a word, he pulls the door open and steps out, quickly shutting the door behind him.

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