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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 6 - Dark Phoenix II - Emergence of conflagration

Part 2:

We slowly moved inside, taking down guards one by one. Natasha secured the security room and Sam got the armory room.

Us 5 had successfully reached the entrance and the only thing we needed to enter was Nat’s signal of a clear path. “How are you guys doing?” I asked in the comms. “There are about 50 guards left inside. Klaue is at the top of the building,” Natasha informed us. “How’s our way inside looking?” I asked. “Just a second…” She said, clearly focused on what she was doing. “You’re clear, go get him.” “I’m planning on it.”

We made our way through each level quietly. Collected all the files we found, searching for Vibranium and Klaue.

In no time we were nearing the top floor. We were left with 7 men and Klaue. “You get the guards, I have Klaue,” I looked at the agents, and once they all nodded we broke in the door, not leaving a second for them to escape.

Our agents were on Klaue’s men quickly and I spotted Klaue at the other side of the room. “Sam get over here and collect the Vibranium, Nat get all their data from the main hardware, and send your team over here. I’ll get Klaue,” I said and ran to Klaue. As he saw me coming he held up a different-looking gun and he aimed at me. Kicked up a metal table and threw it at him, making him fall back into a door and roll down some stairs. I followed him to the stairway and before I got to him, he started running down the stairs. Sent a fireball in front of him, trying to stop him, but it didn’t bother him, and jumped over the burning area and continued running.

Trying to stop him I tried to fire at him but somehow he managed to run out of the building. I followed him closely and finally hit him with a fireball, making him fall to the ground. “Who are you working for? Who needs this much Vibranium?” I asked as I stood over the man. “A lot of people,” he said with a devilish smile. “Who are you providing this for?”

He looked behind me and the next second someone jumped at me, sending me about 100 feet away from Klaue. I rolled in the dirt making me cough. I looked up and saw a man in a black catsuit, helmet covering his head. “What the hell, man?” I got up and when I looked to Klaue’s way he was gone. “I lost Klaue,” I said in the comms. The cat man didn’t waste time and started punching me. I tried to block his moves, and when I grabbed his arm I burned him but it seemed he didn’t even notice. “Why are you stealing Vibranium?” He asked and I frowned. “Stealing? I’m trying to get it away from Klaue!” I explained while we kept fighting. “How do you know him?” He asked not even bothering to stop. “I’ve been after him for months, he’s supplying someone with Vibranium, I’m trying to find out who! Stop fucking punching me,” I said angrily and with a big kick I sent him back.

He got up and took his helmet off and my eyebrows shot up. “Aren’t you the Prince of Wakanda?” I asked and he frowned. “Yes, I am. And who are you?” He walked closer. “I’m Y/N Stark. I’m part of the Avengers.” His face dropped and looked where Klaue had been laying a couple of minutes ago. “I blew that up, didn’t I?” He asked and I spread my arms. “Yeah, kinda. This was the first time in 6 months that we had eyes on him, so thanks for that. Why did you even stop me?” I asked frustratingly. He seemed like he didn’t know the answer either. “I’m sorry, I thought you were with him.” “Y/N I think we found the person he’s supplying, you’re not gonna like this,” heard Sam over the comms. “Yeah, and I bumped into the Wankandan Prince. I’ll be there in a second,” I said then turned to the Prince. “If you’re after him, come with me,” I said and he nodded.

“So what is this cat thing? Are like a… Cat-Man?” I asked, not really sure what he was supposed to symbolize. “I’m the Black Panther. It’s been the protector of Wakanda for centuries, once I become king I’ll be the official Black Panther.” He explained. “Right and what’s your name?” “I’m T’Challa.”

Once we got up to where the team was I explained what happened and Natasha wasn’t happy at all to lose Klaue. “I can help you find Klaue if you hand over all the Vibranium you found so far. It belongs to Wakanda,” T’Challa said and Nat looked at me questioning if he was trustworthy. “That’ll work. Sam, what did you find?” I asked and he handed me some files. “Hadria Folks. She has an army of super soldiers with Vibranium armor. Klaue has been supplying her for the last 3 months,” he explained as I looked through the pictures of the armor and the amount of Vibranium she got her hands on. I looked at T’Challa and handed him the papers. “You’ve got a bigger problem than just stolen Vibranium.” He looked at the information splattered on the files and he glanced at me with a weird look. “Send your team home, you three come with me back to Wakanda, we’ll get to Klaue that way.”

We made our way to the Quinjet and I tapped Sam’s shoulder. “Take the files back to the Compound and look her up. We need every information we have on her. And look up this Black Panther guy too just to be sure,” I said and he sighed. “Why can’t I go with you? Wakanda must be so cool,” he whined and I chuckled. “You’ll get there, Wilson.”

Natasha and I followed T’Challa to his plane which looked very cool. “How did you lose Klaue?” Asked Natasha. “This guy jumped on me and when I got back up he was gone. I really hope he can get us to Klaue because if not I’m gonna be very angry.”

We got the plane and the technology was very advanced. It looked amazing. I stepped one step closer to a sand table and suddenly a blade was by my neck then I heard a gun being held up by someone. “I wouldn’t do that,” Natasha spoke and I carefully looked to my side to see the woman who was holding a long spear. I guess Natasha was holding a gun at her. “Okoye, they’re Avengers, lower your weapon,” T’Challa spoke and she took a look between Nat and I then pulled back the spear. I looked at Natasha and glanced at her gun, signaling that she should withdraw too. “Okoye, this is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff. Ladies, this is Okoye, the commander of the Dora Milaje,” introduced us, the Prince. “Dora Milaje?” I asked. “Special forces of Wakanda,” said the woman with a straight and intense look.

Once we got off Natasha and I sat down, she still looked very unimpressed with the situation. “It’s gonna be fine, trust me,” I said to her and she just sighed, and I saw the look she gave me and it seemed she was trying to make an effort. “I trust you, not them,” said Natasha, and I put my hand on her thigh in a second, slightly squeezing. “Natalia, we know about Wakanda and they are trustworthy,” I explained and she looked at me with a tense expression. “She held a spear to your neck, Y/n.” “She didn’t know who we were.” Natasha sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I really hope you’re right.”

***

As soon as the jet landed T’Challa went ahead and then us two, Okoye followed behind. When we all reached the ground, I saw the King and Queen of Wakanda with two other women, one younger than all of us. “Baba,” he bowed slightly, then looked at us. “This is Y/n Stark and Natasha Romanoff, Avengers,” he said and we bowed too. “King T’Chaka, a pleasure to meet you,” I said and he nodded. “Likewise, welcome to Wakanda.” “Thank you, didn’t think this would be the reason for our first visit,” I said and he nodded. “Yes, it’s very unfortunate. In the meantime, this is my wife Ramonda, and my daughter, Shuri. And Nakia, member of the War Dogs, also the girlfriend of my son,” said the King, and T’Challa was quick to get flustered. “Now, I think we should get to work,” T’Challa said, trying to avoid the topic.

***

We made contact with Sam at the Compound and as he was on video call with us, we saw all the information on Klaue from what T’Challa and the others had so far. “We unintentionally found one of Klaue’s hiding places around six months ago. He had a full cabinet of Vibranium but we didn’t know who he was at the time. Then we went after him and retrieved over 100 million dollars worth of Vibranium in the last six months. And today was our first time locating such a big amount that led us to Klaue. Then we found out why he needs this much. Sam, what did you find?” I looked at him on the screen and the next second he sent over everything on the bigger screen in the room. “Hadria Folks, ex-KGB. She has approximately 15 super soldiers with Vibranium armor and weapons. There were multiple attacks in Europe, but nobody got them in time. Police can’t handle them obviously and Folks haven’t been seen in 2 months. Her station is said to be in Siberia, a familiar place, don’t you think?” Sam said and I looked at him immediately. “He’s not there,” I said, crossing my arms. “Who’s not there?” Asked Nakia and I just kept staring at the screen. “Another super soldier, he was a Hydra weapon until we got him and now he is hiding, keeping himself off the radar. Maybe he could help us,” I said and Sam interfered quickly. “We couldn’t locate him for a while now, how are we planning to do this?” He asked. “You haven’t been able to locate him. He sent me a letter about two weeks ago, saying he was in Romania. He’ll know where to find her. Nat and I will go to Romania, get Barnes and you find Klaue. I’ll get you all the Vibranium we retrieved. Are you familiar with super soldiers?” I turned to the Wakandans. Shuri typed it into her computer then multiple images came up on the screen. One particular picture is of James. “Captain America is one of them, right?” Asked Nakia. “Yes.” “Why not get him involved with this?” T’Challa suggested. “He’s got other stuff to deal with. And besides, I think we’ll be just fine doing this.”

After some discussion, they flew us back to the Compound and I was ready to go home. I really thought that this could be a promising opportunity for us to get more allies and maybe get James out of hiding.

“When will you pick up Rina?” Walked into my office Natasha but stopped at the door. “Dad picked her up already. I asked him and Pepper to watch her for a while. I don’t know how long this thing will last,” I explained and packed up all my stuff, ready to leave. “So, you’ll be alone?” She asked with a gentle but clearly seductive tone. My eyes lifted in her and the smirk on her face was undeniable. I began to walk past her and before I stepped out of the room, I looked her up and down. “Care to join?” Natasha didn’t answer, she just grabbed onto my hand and kissed me on the lips. “Great choice.”

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Shuri x Reader Rest

You opened the front door to find Shuri standing there with her hand raised ready to knock. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sight. You were just about to make your way to the grassy field surrounded by the tall trees of the jungles. It was her and yours secret hideout that no one else knew about.

"Hey is something wrong?" You asked her looking over shoulder to see if she had any of the Dora Milaje with her.

She simply shook her head running a hand through her hair.

"Are we not-" Your question was cut short when her lips crashed into yours in a feverish kiss. Her hands found your waist as she backed you into the house. Shuri kicked the door shut with her foot but still managed to keep her lips attached to yours.

Your arms wrapped her neck in response pulling her closer as she swung your body around. So she could press you up against the wall, your mind was still swimming with questions. But you couldn't focus on them long enough as Shuri kissed you with a desperation. You hadn't felt from her in a long time. The last time she kissed like this was not too long after Queen Ramonda died.

"I need you to feel something real and alive right now please sthandwa" Shuri pleaded. When you tried to pull away insisting that now wasn't the time for such a thing.

You gave in.

The worry inside of you grew more and more by the second as your lungs started to beg for air. Just when you thought you were going to have to push her away. Shuri finally broke the kiss pressing her forehead to yours with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry I just really needed that it's been a long day" she whispered. Her voice a bit winded from the kiss.

"Its okay" You reassured.

The two of you stayed like that rooted in that spot for a few more minutes. But eventually you brought up your original question again. "Are we not going too the fields today?"

Shuri shook her head. "No I don't feel like making the hike I just want to stay here with you. We can lie in your bed and cuddle for a bit yeah?"

You were caught off guard with the sudden change in plans. While it wasn't unusual for Shuri to switch up on locations every now and then. Especially when she discovered a new spot with a breathtaking view. Wakanda was filled with so many hidden gems the two of you would never run out of secret meetup locations. But never had she suggested that you and her just stay here in your home. That you shared with your older sister Okoye.

Who had no idea that the two of you were dating, and had started seeing each other about six months ago. The only person who knew of your relationship with Shuri was her mother, and it was because neither of you had the heart to lie to her. Of course Queen Ramonda took notice of the drastic change in her daughter's mood and habits. Whenever she went down to the lab to pull Shuri away from her work. The Princess would already be gone, and was nowhere to be found in the palace.

Shuri would try too sneak back in during the early morning hours, but her mother was an early riser. The Queen let her daughter believe that her secret escapades went unnoticed. Until finally her curiosity got the better of her and she asked Shuri at breakfast who exactly had managed to put a smile back on her face.

Queen Ramonda was happy the two of you were able to love each other, and find happiness after the tragic passing of T'Challa. She was worried that Shuri wouldn't be capable of being happy again after his death. She became a shell of a person, and barely left her lab. Until you came along and challenged her to get out and enjoy the beauty that the world still had to offer.

"What about Okoye? You asked with a raised eyebrow. Your older sister was no longer a Dora, but instead had been given a new position. One that took some convincing for her to commit too, but was just as important. She was the leader of the Midnight Angels, and the job came with one huge perk. Okoye was no longer kept at the palace all day and night. She actually got done with her military duties at a decent time on most days, and would return home during evening hours.

"We got a couple of hours I gave her a few more tasks than normal today. She'll be busy till nightfall" Shuri told you.

"Hey is everything okay?" You didn't mean to ask so many questions, but her behavior had you a little more than worried, and now that you really had a chance to look at her. You could see just how tired and defeated she looked. There bags under her eyes letting you know that she wasn't getting that much rest. And honestly while it didn't surprise you considering all of the added on responsibility she had to deal with. Since becoming the Black Panther, trying to truly grieve her mother's death, and help rebuild Wakanda's army. When M'Baku offered to take the throne in her place until Shuri was ready was truly a blessing in disguise. You didn't think she could handle the pressure right now, but of course you weren't going to tell her that outright.

"I'm just tired that's all and I don't want to sleep in the palace. Someone always seems to need something, and even though M'Baku is king. The Council stills finds a reason to bother me on a daily basis. I just need you right now okay please" Shuri said. Her voice got lower and lower as she talked till it was nothing but a whisper. The softness coupled with the pleading tone made her even more vulnerable.

It broke your heart to see your love in such a state so without another word. You took Shuri by the hand and led her down the hallway to your decent size bedroom. The Princess had only been in your room a few times, but it still looked the same. The walls were painted in a warm brown color with a few art pieces hung up. The king size bed was positioned in the center of the room with the window right above it. The reddish brown curtains with swirling patterns on it keep the sunlight out.

Shuri wasted no time in getting more comfortable. Taking her t-shirt and black joggers off leaving her in a sports bra, and workout shorts. Under normal circumstances you would've taken the opportunity to truly appreciated her lean and fit form. The muscles in her arm and her abs were more defined than ever thanks to her constant training with Okoye, and Ayo.

But at this very moment her rest was your only concern. You followed suit changing into pajama pants, and a tank top. The perfect outfit for a long cuddle session which was probably going to turn into a nap. Shuri sat on the bed patiently waiting for you to join her laying on your back. Allowing her to snuggled up to your body and rest her head on your chest. You brought one arm down to wrap it around her body in lazy grip, while your other arm stayed behind your head. You leaned to press a quick kiss to her forehead as Shuri let out a soft hum.

Time drifted by as the two of you just laid there holding each other. You managed to stay conscious longer than Shuri did. She wasn't lying when she said she was tired. It only took about five minutes before her soft snores started to fill the air. You glanced down to see her face relax and worry free as she slept. Shuri never looked so peaceful as she did right now, and you decided that from here on out. This would become a weekly thing no matter the risk of Okoye finding out.

But what you and her failed to realize was neither of you had remembered to set an alarm. Before the cuddle session started you didn't remember falling asleep, but not too long after Shuri went under. You followed her lulled by the sound of her soft snores filled with the breeze of cold air coming from the vents. Hours later when nightfall finally arrived both of were so gone. The sound of the front door opening and slamming shut didn't make either of you stir even a little bit.

Okoye called out your name as she always did when she got home to make sure you were home and safe. Usually if you were going to be out this late, or was planning to crash elsewhere. You made sure to leave a note on the small table set by the door. There was no note so she knew you were home.

A small bit of worry struck her when you didn't reply to her right away. It was a bit early for you to be asleep already you tended to night owl. Okoye made her way to to your bedroom keeping her pace steady but quiet. Your bedroom door was ajar, so she pushed it all the way open. The sight that welcomed her had her entire body freezing up in shock as she let out a little gasp herself. But the shock left just as quickly as it arrived. Her eyes softened as Okoye shook her head with a light chuckle. She knew you had been dating someone, but she never would've guessed it was Shuri.

The Princess let out a little mumble as one of her hands started patting the spacious bed. Okoye assumed she was unconsciously searching for a duvet considering how chilly it was in your room. She tiptoed into your room and retrieved the giant cover from the bottom of the bed, and pulled it up and over both of yours and Shuri's bodies. Shuri hummed in satisfaction and nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck.

Okoye planted a small kiss on your forehead which seemed to do the trick. Your eyes fluttered open at the feel of her lips, and you caught a brief glimpse of her face. But you were so out of it all you could do was mumbled her name.

"Shhhh sleep usisi omncinci we can talk in the morning" Okoye whispered caressing your cheek.

You mumbled something unintelligible before going back under a deep sleep.

With a soft smile on her face Okoye exited your room closing the door behind her.

[mamajanky]

Imagining an Attoye Au where Okoye is a captain of a pirate ship and in the middle of a battle or storm she gets thrown overboard and Attuma is a merman or another mystic creature that saves her😍

It could take a dark turn and he could take her back to his cove and keep her as a gift from the sea or something idk…sigh

[attoye]

Happy anniversary to this gorgeous pair, and to Black Panther 2: Wakanda Forever!

Mother Danai 💜 x Father Alejandro 🖤

[dontruinmymorning]

ATTOYE HC

Okoye and Attuma had an intense one night stand that they agreed to never acknowledge again. Until Okoye falls pregnant.

This fic would be AU in that they meet without the war but they’re not exactly close.

Attuma comes top side from time to time with Namor when he had meetings, but it wasn’t consistent.

At a celebration Okoye and Attuma get drunk and do the do.

Okoye finds out she’s pregnant but decides to keep it to herself. She has no idea how it will affect her child’s DNA, but she didn’t want to broadcast it to anyone. Only Shuri was aware of the child’s true paternity just so she can run tests and provide some answers.

Attuma has not really been top side in the last few months so Okoye figured it will be simple to keep it from him. It was a one time thing and he didn’t ask to be tied down to a surface dweller despite them being allies.

But all that goes to shit when she bumps into Namora one day and Namora looks at her curiously. She began sniffing the air around Okoye until she seemed to figured out what it is she smelled. Her eyes widened as Okoye looked at her apprehensively.

“You’re pregnant?” Namora asks with force.

For the first time in a while Okoye is speechless and just gapes like a fish.

That seems to be enough confirmation for Namora because she moves on and says, “Attuma is the sire.” And only Okoye’s extensive training stops her from fainting on the spot.

Okoye never accounted for the Talokan enhanced abilities…

Can you imagine ????? LOL

[bestfriend491]

Hateful Love

Okoye x Female Reader

Summary: You and Okoye have a different appraoch to love. One that tends to look like hate when being challenged. Few people see the layers under that. Only the two of you personally know how deep the love runs

Word count: 5.9k

Authors Note: Guess who's back? 🤭

Slightly Angsty, with fluff ending

Warnings: Minor Injury

Subtle Love is an unknown realm full of possibilities. A kind of love that is never talked about. Repeatedly misunderstood and misinterpreted as a lack of love. Though it's often the strongest internal builder of most healthy relationships.  

The average life consists of many forms of love. Puppy Love, Toxic Love, Struggle Love and so on. They all come with their own benefits and detriments. Usually sub- sections of the average love story. 

They all build up to become society’s standard of what love should be. 

Good Love. 

The type of love that comes with romantic grand gestures and constant compatibility. The type of love that comes with no problems. 

But Good Love isn’t real. No relationship comes without problems. And in that same breath, not all problems can be fixed with grand actions. 

It’s the subtle things that matter. The soft kisses of reassurance.. The consistency in trust and honesty. The open nature of the communication with the person, or people in which one has chosen to love. 

Subtle Love is filled with subtle things. Ones that only showed their purpose in the later stages, when families have been established, and the foundation to it all has been put down thoroughly enough to securely be able to deal with troubling situations as one unit. 

It’s the type of love that Redeh didn’t grow up with. 

Her parents, like most, strived to achieve the graceful look of Good Love. With great effort, they tried to make sure that everyone thought that they loved each other. More effort being put into the public persona than in the physical relationship itself. 

It took a toll on them both after years of pretending, resulting in a nasty divorce that lacked reasoning but was filled with resentment. 

By her tenth year of existence, Redeh routinely witnessed the two fighting about anything that their senseless heads could think of. It was a situation that no child should have had to be a part of. A type of love that a kid should never have been exposed to in the first place. 

Before the concept of being alive ever came to be fully grasped, Redeh was a mediator. The devil’s advocate that came between her parents. Never getting an explanation as to how it all fell apart. Only seeing joy followed by immediate sorrow.

It was an unending, thankless job that haunted her childhood and often affected her in her newfound adulthood. It was the one thing that Redeh feared most. Losing the spark that lit under a relationship as soon as an inconvenient problem arose. Even when she wasn’t with a single person, she feared that one thing.

Good Love.

Many people were the same. Witnessing the early signs of Good Love in childhood, never learning how to communicate meaningfully. They learned that the synchronisation that came with being in love only stayed existent as long as problems remained non-existent. And when those problems refused to continue hiding themselves, the relationship turned permanently sour. 

There were thick lines that labelled what healthy relationships consisted of. Ones that Redeh took most of her adolescence learning for her own sake. She tried to memorise all the ways that relationships could work. Every scenario where the lines would possibly be crossed and blurred and how to see other healthy relationships in a positive way.

She often struggled. The trauma that being raised by unloving parents always warping her ability to ever believe that Subtle Love could ever exist. 

The only rolemodels that she had were the movies that she watched. The ones that showed the natural, and sometimes ethically questionable love stories where all the hardships came before the couples would even get together. It taught her that that was the only way to get Good Love. Having all the problems appear at the beginning of it all. 

These movies became her solace. Her safe haven. Her expectation for how she would find her love in the coming years. 

They were also her downfall. The sole reason for her struggle in grasping how love truly worked now that she was no longer in the presence of her parents on a daily basis. 

They were an unrealistic expectation wrapped with a fake ribbon. 

For Good Love did not equate to Concrete Love. Revealing itself to be only another sub-section in the perfect love story. 

Subtle Love was what she craved, but because she had yet to discover that that was an option, she knew of only one love that came with conflict before the final storm.

Hateful Love.

Redeh stood in her all but tall form. Staring at the mirror that captured her in her new uniform. Her Dora Milaje uniform. The uniform that was of the utmost importance to her as she wore it. 

After a decade of not having a clue where life would take her, and another one where all she could think of for her future was the life she’d live as a Dora. She was finally going on her first non-group mission with only her and her successors. 

The news having come only days before; she’d crossed her fingers and hoped that she’d be the one chosen. When her name was called, excitement washed over her and she became fully ready to observe the two best Doras in action. She was  even ready to offer help wherever she could, no matter how nerve wracking it became.

Though nervous, due to not having her fellow new Doras there to help cover her mistakes if needed, she knew that she was right where she needed to be. So she walked. Out of her home and straight to the official Wakandan Hangar by the palace, where unsurprisingly she was the second person there. 

Second to General Okoye. 

“Redeh.” the General spoke, offering her greetings as she looked down at her beads, analysing something on its screen. 

“General Okoye.” she returned, failing to hide her excitement. 

Okoye cracked a smile as she saw her, remembering the first time that she was hand picked from her group to join the more experienced Doras in combat. 

She briefly told the girl what would be expected of her for the day. A threat in some unoccupied land between Wakanda and a neighbouring nation, being the main issue. The queen had offered to investigate in representation of both nations, with a small group of Wakanda's fighters. 

“We’re not fully sure what we're getting ourselves into so make sure that you stay fully aware of your surroundings out there. We won't be able to make sure that you're safe the entire time.”

“Of course. General.” she quickly said, the realisation of how real the situation was having fully set in for her. 

The General nodded, content with her answer. They continued briefly going through everything, up until Ayo showed up, just as serious as Okoye, and ready for what was coming. 

Seeing her 2 biggest inspirations looking at her with full faith and trust put a drive in her that nothing else could. They knew that she had something in her. Surprising Redeh everytime they looked at her. No one else ever had that look. Not even her own self. 

Looking around and walking towards a quinjet like she was ready to go, Okoye was stopped by Ayo, who looked utterly perturbed.

“General wait! Where’s Y/n?” she asked her. 

Redeh stood between the two, having never been aware of you coming with them. Apparently the other two had left that out of her briefing. 

Her heart raced now. You, being one of Wakanda’s best armourers, almost never physically went on missions with the Dora, only supplying them with their best weapons. 

All occasions where you were physically there were well-known missions where you and the General, an extremely powerful couple, worked together to beat the worst of people. What you two had, it was the true definition of Good Love. something she aspired to achieve.  

She watched the other two Adored Ones look at each other, Okoye struggling to make a definite statement about where you were, though she must have been with you earlier. 

Then she started, "She's actually not- " 

“-I'm here!" your voice came from a distance, as you happily made your way to them.

Redeh smiled as you crossed your arms in salute to her before happily looking at the others. 

She looked at the General’s face, hoping to see the look of utter bliss that often consumed the faces of the people who were with the ones that they loved in real life. Or at least, in the movies...

To her dismay, there was none of that. Instead came a harsh, “You're late.” from Okoye. One of almost disbelief. 

You quickly dismissed her. 

“Oh what will the world do now? Y/n was five minutes late.” You said calmly, gaining an intense eye roll from Okoye. 

The other three went on into the quinjet, leaving Redeh a bit thrown aback. That had never been in the movies. It was always a peaceful, almost surreal reunification. Not one filled with mixed emotions. And although she knew that her mission wasn’t to analyse this new rule to love, she was enthralled by it. It was so much like her parents, but also not at all like it too. It was a moment that she wanted context for, because there had to have been a before. 

By the calling of her name, she realised that she had gotten distracted, and everyone else had gone into one of the jets, and were patiently waiting for her to do the same. 

With the jet's engine's still off  for the meantime, the 4 sat on one side of its double seated benches, looking at the briefing that had been sent to all of them via Okoye. 

The tense moment picking up where it left off, you spoke about what you’d brought with you to assist in the missions. 

“I don't get how this decision was made. Taking you on a mission.” Okoye whispered, barely letting it out of her lips. It was your turn to roll your eyes, though it was more of a half-roll. 

“You said it yourself. We don’t know what we might encounter. Queen Ramonda thought it would be better to bring me if it’s more than we think it is. Now can you just read the briefing?”

Mouth hanging open, Redeh tried to keep her eyes on her screen, too confused to even attempt mediation. 

‘Something’s wrong.’ she thought, knowing how kind you both were to others. She reminded herself of all the good memories she had with you both. The two of you were far from toxic. But thinking of it, the two of you, although having a very public relationship, never talked about the true ins and outs of it. 

It was easy to forget that you were together if she didn’t constantly remind herself of the fact. Or maybe you just weren’t. 

Either way, there was tension. And it was especially evident when you made your next suggestion. 

“I’ll be in one of my aircrafts, watching out from above. If I see anything I’ll go down to help.” you said. A completely reasonable suggestion. 

"That sounds good." Redeh said, trying to show that she was actively participating. Still, she looked around for Ayo’s approval, just to make sure that she wasn’t completely off the mark. 

Ayo gave her a slight nod, not fully dedicated to the idea. Redeh raised her brows, unsure as to how this was a bad idea. That was until she saw Okoye’s face. 

"No." the General said bluntly. 

You were the only one shocked by this. "No? What do you mean no?" 

"You're not gonna be up there by yourself." 

This was a fight. Redeh knew it, and despite her better judgement telling her not to, she couldn’t stop from at least asking. 

"Are the two of you okay?" This did not defuse the situation at all, but Redeh could tell that she wasn’t fully aware of everything going on. 

"It’s my machine! You should feel honoured that I'm willing to use it."

"I feel sick, actually." 

The sound of a gasp was all that came from the otherwise silent space. Redeh covered her mouth when she realised that she was the owner of said gasp. 

Ayo stood up, making her way to the front of the jet, where she prepared to start flying. In total embarrassment, the young adult that still had her hand over her mouth followed her, sitting in a co-pilot spot, even though she knew that she wasn’t going to be helping in the flight department , her skills in the sky being her only struggle in training. 

She turned to look behind her large chair, catching a glimpse of the couple she’d left still sitting together. 

Something was said, or at least she thought it was, because Okoye swatted your hand away when you tried to hold her hand. You looked beyond hurt at that. 

The overwhelming resemblance of her parents made her turn away, directing her gaze to the pilot now. This couldn’t be the love that she constantly heard that the two had. Where were those grand gestures she knew of?

"Are they still together?" she asked, being sure that the two of you could very well have broken up. That would explain a lot. 

"Yes." Ayo said bluntly, confusion laced in her eyebrows. 

"Are they always like this or is there some big fight that I'm not aware of?" Redeh went on to ask. 

"They're usually like this." 

That answer was baffling to her. 

"But they don't hate each other."

"Bast, no. They love each other.” 

Redeh, crossed her arms, reluctant to believe those words. She was no expert but that kind of love was far from familiar to her. Not in a good context anyway. That was the ‘love’ of exes if she knew anything about it. It was Hateful Love. 

Ayo noticed the young woman struggling to understand what was truly going on, and not wanting to scare her off, didn’t tell the full truth about the small change in demeanour that you and Okoye had only moments before.

“Look. Different people show their love publicly in different ways. They’re not like that when they’re alone. Trust me. The love that they like to keep more secret is less tense.”

Turning again, she saw you closer to Okoye, reading from her screen. 

“Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” the General said to you. 

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll just stop breathing.”

“Thank you, that’ll be very helpful.”

For a split second they looked at Redeh and she quickly turned back for the last time. 

"If you say so." she said to Ayo. 

In the 2 hours that passed coming through to the height of the mission, Redeh couldn't help but be doubtful of the validity of your relationship. Even though she knew that it was none of her concern. 

From the beginning there was constant bickering between the two of you. 

You were able to get your way in regards to your aircraft. Something that even hours later, Okoye was seemingly upset about. 

While you were in the sky, Okoye constantly said things through her earpiece that made it clear where she stood on the issue. 

When you realised that the issue that was taking place on the land was a rebellion group that was causing complete destruction, you activated the weaponry that you’d given the other 3 to help them defend themselves beyond their spears. Another thing that Okoye wasn’t too fond of. 

Though they helped, you felt like there was no other choice than to go down there yourself. You had more experience with more helpful weapons and you thought you could help more on the ground now that you knew what you were working with. 

“I'm coming down!” you said, already lowering the aircraft while you unbuckled and prepared to jump down when you were close enough. 

“No!” Okoye yelled instantaneously. 

“I have to!” 

“Y/n! Now is not the time to be trying to prove something. Stay on the plane!” Okoye yelled, as she struggled to take down the clutter of rebels on the left. Redeh and Ayo stayed silent fighting for their lives on opposite sides. 

Not even a minute later, your jet was nearly on the ground and you were practically flying out of it.

Surprisingly, you landed on your feet. The noise of it bringing the attention to you. 

Half a dozen rebels ran towards you, ready to attack. 

Just like before, you didn’t hesitate to get to work. You tried to go for them all at once ,your impressive weapon skills prompting more to want to approach you, their interest being in the ultra-powerful hydrogen blaster that worked effortlessly with the use of vibranium. 

It all went downhill as 2 more dozen rebels approached you, and you were being surrounded.

"You've got to be kidding me." Okoye said, running headfirst into the madness with Ayo and Redeh close behind.. 

The battle was a blur for the latter. The only thing resonating with her being the glares that Okoye shot at you whenever she got a split second to. 

At some point the rebels had stopped gathering around you, as they all laid on the ground, severely injured. 

Your  job was soon done, with minimal casualties. 

When Ayo went up to Redeh, and told her “well done.” She couldn't even remember what she had contributed to the event, only remembering a few significant fights with a handful of rebels. 

Regardless of memory, she was glad that she's done well in Ayo’s eyes. Her first day was more than a success

Walking back to the quinjet, her mind still worked, feeling unfulfilled in her analysis of you and Okoye. She’d easily gone to protect you when you were surrounded, though you’d constantly done things that seemingly annoyed her the entire day. And when she was done, the tension rang just as strong as at the beginning of the day. 

“I think it’s broken.” your voice rang in her head, causing her to turn her head to look at you and Okoye walking a few steps behind them. 

“Of course it is.” Okoye responded. 

She turned back again, looking at Ayo with a face that was still concerned.

All Ayo did was smile. Smile like she knew something that nobody else did. 

And she did. She knew that the entire day's events were all symbols of love. Subtle Love. 

Subtle love is a form of love that is never talked about. The feelings that surround it often fully authentic. Not artificially created for the approval of others. 

Just like a lot of hate, it often lives unconfronted. Whether known or not, it stays under the wraps, softly undisturbed. 

It’s the kind of love that is open to all. Fully welcoming and accommodating. The kind that holds a safe space where full transparency and vulnerability can be openly expressed without the fear of judgement. 

It’s the major things expressed in small ways. The “love” proclamations. The physical and emotional holding of one’s partner. The tears of confession. The late night conversations. All happening in a single moment that only those present get to and want to share. 

It is the kind of love that outsiders often can never decipher, but it is one of the closest forms of Concrete Love.

It’s not the kind of love that Okoye or you grew up in. The paths leading up to your relationship having many different examples of love and the dynamics that came with it. There was good and bad with all of them, as they showed you what you wanted and needed and also what you wanted to be kept far away from you. 

Subtle love only came into the picture when the two of you collided, When the two of you realised that the only people you wanted were each other and when you realised that that meant dealing with every hurdle that you faced individually, together. 

It came into the picture when you realised that Okoye had many things to say to you about how she felt, but struggled to get it out in the presence of others or with great gifts that were

-other than materialy- quite useless . 

It came into the picture when Okoye realised that around others you were open and friendly but often put their feelings above your own and you needed help stopping yourself before it went too far. 

It helped the two of you navigate through the first 2 years of being together and after the two of you became a known couple, it only became needed more. 

The fun part about it was that there was no pressure to constantly implement it, but the comfort of having it made your relationship feel much more in sync. 

Almost completely unspoken words were quickly decoded when you were in public, and both of you slowly stopped hesitating to ask for help or  space, knowing that with that you could fully let go of the expectations that people brought with them for your relationship because of the love you had.  

It made it easy to have completely different conversations behind closed doors, while also quietly continuing those words as the day went on without people being easily able to know exactly what was being said and what was meant. 

This love carried weight in its natural existence, but it also made every moment meaningful. 

Meaningful enough to be able to bicker in public without heavy words accidently being thrown out where all eyes could see. 

It was the perfect grounds to safe communication, and to getting the best out of a relationship.

Subtle Love often got mistaken for Hateful Love. But it was always quite the contrary. 

Hours before the mission. 

Heavy weighted material closed off the access to cool air to your body as you awoke from  soft noise. 

You felt instant warmth from this material, like the atmosphere was giving you a soft hug. Attempting to lull you back to sleep.

Feeling hands gently placing themselves around you, you opened your eyes.

Irises of warm brown stared back at you, more aware that you were awake than aware that you were staring back at them. They brought a welcoming hello with them. A silent serenade. 

They were owned by the same body that possessed the arms that wrapped around you.

Okoye. 

“Morning, my love.” came the words from the lips that you’d unconsciously been staring at. 

No words came out of yours. Your mind still fully absorbing her presence, and the gift that it was. 

She’d placed a previously fallen blanket on you; you’d come to realise. Tucking you in before she left to tend to her General duties. 

You gently lifted your arms out of the tight hold that she’s put them in. 

Feeling warm enough knowing that she was there with you, you proceeded to move the rest of your body out of the blanket's grip, eventually lifting your body up to sit. 

Stable in your position, you pulled her towards you. Your eyes and hers met and locked, refusing to let go of each other. All you could do was smile, the peace that you felt bringing joy with it every time. 

Aeons passed before another word was spoken. 

“You have to go?” you asked, though you knew the answer already. 

“Mhm,” Okoye responded, bringing you into an embrace now that you were fully aware of what was happening. 

“You smell good.” 

She laughed, turning to kiss your forehead, before looking at you directly again. 

“I’ll be gone for a while. You should sleep in. You looked really tired yesterday.” she said.

You gazed at her in question. “I should sleep in?” 

She nodded, clearly oblivious to the information that  both you knew and her clearly knew too. 

“Okoye…” you started, making sure that she didn’t try to avoid your gaze at you. She looked at you, guilt written all over her face. 

“Yes.”

“Are you trying to make me late?” 

“Ini (What?)!” she lied through her lips but the rest of her face gave her away. 

“Ujaxoka (You’re lying.)" you said through a grin, more of a funny statement than an accusation.

She performed her best fake gasp, “Njani ( How?)” 

You laughed, in complete disbelief that her act was still continuing. She joined in, knowing that she’d been caught but happy to entertain you. 

“I already got the call from Queen Ramonda, Okoye.” you said, shifting over to allow her room to lay with you in bed. 

She opted to lay on your legs, her face looking directly up at you while you played with her hands.

A heavy sigh left her system and the mini suns that you knew as her eyes grew darker than usual. 

“Why don’t you want me to go?” you asked. Now avoiding direct eye contact because that would make it harder for her to want to tell you. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“My entire job consists of working with weapons. I’m always in danger of getting hurt.” you tried to reason. 

“I know,” she sighed, lacing your hand into hers properly before kissing it, “But it’s different when you’re just making weapons by yourself. I don’t want you fighting and getting hurt.”

Then she added, “You get reckless sometimes.”

“I’ll be safer this time.” 

“You won’t” 

“I will!” 

“You won’t, Y/n. You say you will every time but when we get there you’ll lose yourself in the battle and forget that you ever said that.” 

You stayed quiet, knowing that she was right. You did have a bad track record of putting yourself in situations that were dangerous despite promising not to. 

Still in your train of thought, Okoye began to get up. 

“I’ll tell everyone that you’re sick and then you'll be able to sleep in.” 

She looked at you with pleading eyes. Your lack of response leaving a big question in the room. 

She couldn’t wait for an answer, but gave you a kiss on the lips, promising not to be too upset if you chose to go after her. 

“Okay,” you said into the open, unaware that she had heard you.

Waiting a while before getting ready, you debated whether you should've texted her saying that you were coming, but eventually settled on just showing up and dealing with the consequences later. 

When you arrived with a smile wrapped around your face, you saw her grow tense. 

“You’re late.” she said bluntly. Not wanting to confront the matter in front of Ayo, and especially not in front of the new Dora that was to accompany the three of you. 

You went for a childish dig, claiming that five minutes wasn’t much in any case.

Though she looked mad, you still saw the hurt that shone through her eyes. Not tears, but a defeated lowering of her gaze telling you all that you needed to know. 

Her words came off more harsh than your usual banter did, and you knew that a line was crossed. 

“I’m sorry.” you mouthed to her, pleading for her to accept it or at least take it in. You really were, but you also wanted to keep her safe. And with the direct request of attendance coming from the queen herself, it was only right for you to show up and do your job.

Okoye knew this. She wasn’t new to what your job entailed, but she sure wished you could be kept away from all the possible danger. She gave you a side nod, acknowledging your words but showing that she was still a bit unsettled and maybe even upset by the dishonesty. 

As you went onto the jet, and the young woman that was to join you stayed staring into the open, you figured she was going through her own thing. 

Next came the whisper. “I don't get how this decision was made. Taking you on a mission.” she breathed out. 

She was in panic mode and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was directed towards herself more than at you but you felt the need to try to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. 

“Sthandwa sam.” you whispered more effectively than she had. 

“You said it yourself. We don’t know what we might encounter. Queen Ramonda thought it would be better to bring me if it’s more than we think it is. Now can you just read the briefing?” The last part was your plea to her. One that would hopefully get you somewhere in the long day. Or at least off the ground. 

She continued at your request, a worried expression escaping her every time she saw your name written with an instruction to do anything at all. 

Seeing this worry, you knew it was a bad idea to suggest flying alone. 

“No.” she said. 

“What do you mean no?” you knew exactly what she meant. You’d made a promise, and breaking that a couple hours after its creation wouldn’t make her feel like she could trust you with things like that. 

When Redeh asked if the two of you were okay, you admittedly let your tongue slip. 

"It’s my machine! You should feel honoured that I'm willing to use it."

"I feel sick, actually." 

A gasp was let out and the two dora that sat next to you left for the front of the jet, leaving you to talk. 

“Okoye, I-” you started. 

You went for her hand, and she was quick to swat it away, a reflex. Immediately she linked legs with you -a way for her to show that she wanted you to stay close. and tried to get herself to calm down. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried.”

“I know. I’m sorry for lying about not coming.”

“I‘ll be safe, I promise.” you finished. 

“And I’ll be there when you change your mind.” you both laughed at this, knowing that that was the more realistic plan. 

The rest of the trip to your destination was just filled with banter.

“Be quiet. Your breathing is distracting me.” she said, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Oh, okay, yeah, I’ll just stop breathing.” 

“Thank you, that’ll be very helpful.”

Your gaze went back to Redeh’s seat where she watched the encounter in dismay. 

Locking eyes with Okoye, you both couldn’t help but start chuckling at the clear misunderstanding. 

“She’s gonna think we hate each other.” Okoye said, finally taking your hand now that things were back to normal. 

“Most people already think that. I’m sure a lot of them think we called it quits a while ago.” 

She agreed, realising that besides Ayo, most people refrained from mentioning you to Okoye or her to you. Assuming that the two of you were no longer an item. 

You never confronted them on their assumptions, enjoying the fewer questions that came in about your relationship. 

When you saw the rebels approaching from all ends of the land, you had to think quickly. 

Your banter with Okoye stopped and you became serious, noting that you didn’t have many options to choose from. If you shot from above they’d target your plane and wreck it, putting you at risk of crashing. 

You had to help from the ground, much to Okoye’s displeasure. 

“I’m gonna jump down there!” you said through your earpiece 

“What! No!” your love spoke almost the second you finished saying it. 

“I have to!”

“No, you don’t!” 

“Okay fine. I want to do it.�� 

“Y/n stay in the-” before she could finish, you were on the ground and attracting the rebels attention. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you heard as you became trapped in a circle of rebels ready to fight you. 

In true Y/n fashion, you charged for them all, the cause and effect being a sharp fall and a nearly irreversible demise. 

Okoye was by your side alongside the others, and although the “I told you not to jump.” was on the tip of her tongue, she refrained. Her instinctive need to protect you coming before her need to be right. 

When it was all over, you made your way to her. 

Slowly, you walked to the jet with her nudging; her shoulder with your own once you caught up to her. 

"See. Told you I would be safe." 

"I can see you limping." she looked down at your left foot, where she could clearly see you trying not to put weight on it. 

You relented, getting rid of your act and limping more consistently. The pain was excruciating. 

“I think it’s broken.” 

Okoye stopped dead in her tracks. "Of course it is." 

Inspecting your face for any indication that you were overreacting. When she couldn't find any, she was quick to lift you up bridal style, not wanting any pressure being placed on the offending ankle. 

You watched her walking with you, smiling up at her. 

“You look rather pleased with yourself.”

"I am." you continued to smile.

When Redeh looked back to see you being carried by Okoye, with a bright smile on your face, she felt a sigh of relief. Not at your injury, but at how content the both of you looked in your moment of chaos. 

You weren’t like her parents after all. Or like any couple she’s ever seen. After seeing you at your worst (though she knew far worse had most-likely happened before), she’d expected one of you to stop trying, or stay angry forever. She didn’t expect to see organised disruption.

Even as you flew back to the city, and Okoye determined that you had indeed broken a part of your ankle. It was calm. There was synchronisation even when there were problems. 

You threw in your jokes here and there, “Who could have predicted that?” Okoye rolling her eyes at you. 

It was reassuring, seeing how subtle the obvious love could be. How well it worked for the two of you. How almost therapeutic it was. 

Her ideas of love always came in pictures of no complication at all, but seeing the smiles plastered on your faces made her feel just as excited as any grand gesture she’d ever seen would have.. 

Looking at Ayo she smiled for the first real time that entire day. “They’re good for each other.” 

Her successor looked at her fondly. “They are.”

And on the other side of the Quinjet, where you laid with your foot supported upright for the trip back, you gazed up at your favourite 2 things again. 

Your suns. Warm and full of life. Staring down at you. They made your pain go away -even if only theoretically-.

They told you everything you needed to know about their owner. They exposed every soft spot that she had for you. They were your symbol of subtlety. 

“I love you.” you said to the woman who held you. 

“I love you more.” she planted a peck on your forehead, before laying her head against the back of her seat, closing those eyes for a while. 

[ppawmpkin]

Weak

Nakia x Black Fem Reader

This is just a lil something from my head, it’s just you being such a softy for Nakia and her knowing so and making good use of it.

“nakia, baby no. i don’t feel like going tonight, love.” you said, grabbing both her hands in yours and placing a chaste kiss on both of them. you could see the disappointment written all over her pretty face, the slight pout on her soft lips highlighted by the full moon that was surely adorning her. she didn’t know what else to do to convince you further, i mean sure she had been short notice on the matter but still, who wouldn’t want to bask in the beauty of the arts as if there was no tomorrow?

“it’s just an art showcase, sthandwa sami. you’ll barely have to speak to anyone, if you even have to at all. i want nothing more than my wife there with me so we can enjoy it together.” she said, placing her hand on your chin so that you eyes could see the pure sincerity behind hers. it was something she always did when she wanted you to truly feel what she was saying. you could feel yourself weakening at her words, you wanted to at least stand on your no for twenty minutes. but at this rate, would you even each ten minutes before she had you right in the palm of her hands?

it was how she knew exactly what to say or do to break your resolve and make you do whatever she wanted of you. you’d be lying if you sad you didn’t do it happily, with a smitten smile across your lips. even if all your friends honed on how she could turn you into a puddle of mush with just her words. “ill go to the next one with you, my love. just please, i want to be in bed tonight.” you whined, snuggling even more closer to the warm covers that were practically begging you to sink yourself under them. “you have all of tomorrow and the next day to be in bed with me.” she smiled coyly, the implication not slipping past you one bit.

you tensed a little at her boldness, something that even after years you still couldn’t help but react the same to. she laughed, finding herself amused at your reaction to her words. she used that as leverage, your wife inching her body closer to yours. making it so that your lips were centimeters apart from her own. “kia, i know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” you said, but even you didn’t sound so certain of your own resistance. did you even have faith in yourself?

the answer became apparent when her lips touched yours and you found yourself so caught up in the moment, that you could barely feel her hand pressing you down so that she could straddle you. “please. please. pleaseeee.” she said, each please followed by a quick kiss to on your lips. “ill make it worth your while, my love.” she says, her tone of voice leaving little to the imagination. she guided your hands to her hips, her eyes low as she stared at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. and you melted, fast.

her kisses soliciting small moans from you. “kia.” you dragged, being completely at her mercy at this point. she loved it too, dragging her finger down your chest. “so?” she asked but the smile on her face showed that she knew the answer. you rolled your eyes lightheartedly. “so what are we wearing?” you said, completely and utterly swooned, brown eyes glazed over with wanting. she giggled softly, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “mhm, there’s my girl.” she hummed.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Shuri: BALLS PENIS BALL DICK PENIS BALLS!

Okoye: SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU LITTLE SHIT!

[sweetpeaanna]

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[nzia-writes]

T a l e s of B l a c k P a n t h e r

S e t i n :

F e a t u r i n g :

Ayo/Aneka

Okoye

Okoye + Ayo/Aneka

RiRi Williams

Shuri Udaku

Queen Ramonda

Nakia Shauku

[babeyvenus]

Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 4: Celebrations and Worries

A year later after the airport fight, Nakia had disappeared and T'Kia felt more and more distant toward the woman.

She wasn't often there to see her daughter grow as she let the Dora Milaje raise her.

It upset T'Kia but not as much. She had her Aunt Shuri and Okoye and her grandmother, after all. Nakia trusted Okoye to treat the girl like family and so she did.

Speaking of Okoye, T'Challa finally decided to let the girl come with him on a mission since his general would be accompanying them. T'Kia couldn't argue much on that.

The only downside, the general was taking them to see T'Kia's mother who was being held captive.

It irritated T'Kia. She trained for so long as a spy to get captured?? What was the point of missing out on so much of her life if she'd let something as a measly kidnapping get to her?

"My Prince... coming up on them now.", Okoye announces, bringing the princess out of her thoughts.

T'Challa's face slowly grows into a smile. He had missed his lover despite their falling out. Unlike T'Kia, the man had full faith in Nakia and her actions. Though, if she needed a little help, who was he to say no?

"No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone. I will get Nakia out as quickly as possible.", he says.

"Just don't freeze when you see her.", Okoye warns.

He scoffs and looks at her. "What are you talking about? I never freeze."

T'Kia smiled as she and her father jumped out of the helicarrier and headed opposite ways, taking the captors out one by one.

T'Kia came across a commotion, hearing a familiar voice as she hid in a tree.

"T'Challa, no! This one's just a boy. He got kidnapped as well.", T'Kia looked down from a tree to see a woman dressed up like the captured ones.

Was that her mother....?

T'Challa indeed froze, his heart stuttering at the sight of his lover.

"Nakia... I... I wanted...", he started, walking over to her. Suddenly a guard stood, pointing a gun at them. "Hey! I have her! Don't move! I will shoot! I will shoot her right now!"

T'Kia frowned and dropped down from the tree, kicking the  guard in the back as Okoye knocked him out. They nodded at each other before they walked up to him.

"You froze.", Okoye scolded the prince.

"Ah...", T'Challa looks down, flustered.

Nakia watched as her daughter shook her head at her father and caught her eyes.

She was silent. "T'Kia....", Nakia started, but the girl stayed by her father.

Nakia shook her head, turning to the man instead. "Why are you here? You've ruined my mission.", she told T'Challa.

"My father is dead, Nakia. Remember? I will be crowned king tomorrow and I wish for you to be there.", he explains.

She sighed and looked at the man before looking at her daughter. T'Kia only glared back. She wouldn't have cared if the woman missed out on her accomplishments at the moment, but this was a big thing that was happening.

Her father was going to be crowned king tomorrow. She needed to be there. She'd drag the woman there if she had to.

Nakia sighed. "Fine. I will come.", she says and looks at the captured women. "Carry yourselves home now."

"Thank you.", one of them spoke up. "And take the boy. Get him to his people.", Nakia orders. "You will speak nothing of this day."

The women nodded, grabbing hold of the captured boy. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you."

The Wakandans all climb back on the helicarrier after letting them go.

T'Kia stood by Okoye as her mother and father talked. Okoye noticed the princess's behavior toward the spy.

She… felt bad. She remembered years of the girl asking where her mother was and when she'd be back. Okoye could only promise that it'd be soon every time.

Eventually, that wouldn't have slid past the girl. Seems now it wouldn't have worked anyways. The girl had gotten old enough to understand.

The two warriors watched as the sun rose, the light kissing their skin with a warmth they knew so well.

Okoye smiled. "Sister Nakia... My Prince...", she looked at T'Kia who seemed to be half asleep. "Princess. We are home."

"This never gets old.", T'Challa mutters in amazement.

As they landed on the launchpad, they climbed out of the helicarrier approaching Queen Ramonda and Shuri.

"Queen Mother... Shuri... My comfort for your loss.", Nakia speaks up.

"Thank you, Nakia. It is so good to have you back with us. Take her to the River Province.", Queen Ramonda says and looks at her granddaughter with a sweet smile.

The girl was tired and needed rest soon but fought her sleep with irritation. Queen Ramonda easily brought the girl in her arms as Okoye had Nakia ushered off to get comfortable.

Shuri smirks suddenly, watching her brother's gaze.

"Did he freeze?", Shuri asks Okoye, making T'Kia smile at her.

Okoye's smile widened, "Like an antelope in headlights.", Okoye says, egging her on.

The women laugh at him as he crosses his arms as he looks at his general whose grin never leaves her face.

"Are you finished?", he asks, fed up and watches as the Dora Milaje walks away.

He shakes his head and looks at Shuri. "So surprised my little sister came to see me off before our big day."

She scoffs. "You wish! I'm here for the EMP beads. I've developed an update."

"Update? No.", he says, shaking his head fast. "It worked perfectly."

"How many times do I have to teach you? Just because something works doesn't mean that it cannot be improved.", she says.

"You are teaching me? What do you know?", he asks, taking off his beads and handing them to her.

"More than you.", she boasts and walks off.

T'Challa shakes his head as he watches his baby sister walk away. "I can't wait to see what kind of update you make... to your ceremonial outfit.", he calls, and she flips him off.

Both T'Challa and T'Kia's jaws drop, making Queen Ramonda scold her daughter. "Shuri!", she warns. "Sorry, Mother!", Shuri apologizes.

"How are you feeling today, Mama?", T'Challa asks, smiling. 

"Proud. Your father and I would talk about this day all the time. He is with us…", she glanced at the young princess. "All of us. And it is your time to be king.", she says.

Despite the early morning, the time for celebration came. Shuri made sure T'Kia had her correct tribal ceremonial clothing on before it started, her excitement bouncing off of the girl.

The time for celebration was among them and celebrate, they did. The chants, the music, the dancing and smiles excited T'Kia and filled her with warmth.

She never got to be a part of something like this before, let alone smile so much, now knowing she'd be a big part of her father's life.

As they made it to the watery cliffs, Shuri and T'Kia stood by Queen Ramonda waiting for T'Challa to arrive.

Once he did, Zuri held the Spear of Bashenga, calling to the audience. "I, Zuri, Son of Badu, give to you, Prince T'Challa! The Black Panther!", he announced.

The Elders watch as Zuri holds up a ceremonial vessel containing a mysterious concoction that T'Kia had never seen.

"The prince will now have the strength of the Black Panther stripped away.", Zuri explains and pours the liquid into T'Challa's mouth.

T'Challa reacts violently, nearly choking on the red fluid. He spasms, his veins expanding and his muscles contracting as the poisonous liquid expands through his body.

T'Kia looked at her aunt and grandmother in worry, but they gave her reassuring looks in return. The prince's eyes become red before he calms, his trembling coming to a stop, and he exhales as he stands.

Pleased, Zuri turns to the audience. "Damaku!"

"The Border Tribe will not challenge today.", others yell.

The crowd repeats. "Damaku!"

"Victory in ritual combat comes by yield or death. If any tribe wishes to put forth a warrior, I now offer a path to the throne.", Zuri exclaims.

The Merchant Tribe Warrior calls out, "The Merchant Tribe will not challenge today."

"Yibambe!", Nakia yelled, receiving the same chant in return.

"The River Tribe will not challenge today!", the River elder announced.

"The Mining Tribe will not challenge today.", the mining elder announced.

"Is there any member of royal blood... who wishes to challenge for the throne?", Zuri asked.

Shuri raised her hand, making everyone look at her in shock.

"This corset is really uncomfortable... so could we all just wrap it up and go home?", Shuri says, clapping. T'Kia shakes her head as Queen Ramonda pinches Shuri in exasperation. "Mother!", Shuri whines.

T'Challa, amused, shakes his head at his sister's antics before pausing as he and the others hear a familiar chant.

"Are they Jabari?", Shuri asks. "Yes.", Queen Mother responds. T'Kia frowned. She'd heard of the Jabari, but never got close to seeing any of them.

A huge man with a monkey skull over his face enters from the darkness.

"M'Baku, what are you doing here?", Zuri asks.

He shrugs with a tilt of his head. "It's Challenge Day. We have watched... and listened from the mountains! We have watched with disgust... as your technological advancements have been overseen by a child!", he yells pointing at Shuri, making the Dora Milaje and T'Kia step in front of her.

M'Baku's head tilts once more in curiosity as he looks at the girl who glared back at the man. "New. You're new. And younger.", he turns to the Queen. "Are you allowing children to fight now?"

Queen Ramonda doesn't say anything before T'Challa steps up. "Address me, not my mother.", he says, making the taller man turn to him.

The warning look in his eyes sends a message that M'Baku caught onto quickly. A laugh escapes him as he looks back at the girl.

"You're the child.", he says, another laugh ripping from his gut. 

He continues, "Your technological advancements have been overseen by a child. Who scoffs at tradition!", he finishes, as his newfound irritation rises again before he turns to the prince.

"And now you want to hand the nation over to this prince...", he says, standing over T'Challa. "Who could not keep his own father safe. Mmm? We will not have it. I said, we will not have it, oh! I, M'Baku... leader of the Jabari..."

"I accept your challenge, M'Baku.", T'Challa cuts him off.

M'Baku's shoulders square back. "Glory to Hanuman."

They've already started their fighting and M'baku kicks T'Challa down after so many impacts.

Through the loud drumming, M'Baku yells, "Stand up!"

"Where is your god now!?", he shouts.

T'Challa gets up and gives him an over kick. He punches M'Baku in his sides as M'Baku swings aimlessly.

"Yes!", Nakia and T'Kia cheer.

M'Baku takes his staff and picks up T'Challa with it, crushing him with his bare weight. T'Challa is now bleeding from his face, almost dizzy and tired. 

"No powers!", M'Baku headbutts him. "No claws!" He gives him another. "No special suit! Just a boy!"

T'Challa's head dangles back and catches T'Kia's glossy eyes.

"Tell him who you are!!", his mother yells.

T'Challa quickly leans up to punch M'Baku back. T'Kia cheered on in hope as he cracked open M'Baku's mask.

M'Baku, shocked at the sight of blood coming from his own face, screams in anger and stabs T'Challa right where his heart should be, leaving the Udaku family in shock.

T'Challa's eyes widen as he shouts in pain, gripping onto the staff.

"Baba!!", T'Kia rushes to move, but Shuri holds her back.

T'Challa takes a quick glance at his daughter before glaring at M'Baku, his bloody teeth gritting. "I am Prince T'Challa... son of King T'Chaka!!", he yells.

"You can do this, T'Challa!", Shuri yells.

T'Challa pulls out the pointed edge and dodges as M'Baku swings to stab him again, kicking him into the water.

He wraps his legs around his neck, bringing him closer to the edge of the cliff.

"Yes!", T'Kia cheered. 

"Come on!", Nakia yells.

"Yield! Don't make me kill you!", T'Challa yells as M'Baku's face swells with the lack of oxygen.

"I'd rather die!", M'Baku yells.

Others start chanting T'Challa's name.

"You have fought with honor. Now, yield! Your people need you.", he says. Worry almost wracks T'Challa's body. Was M'Baku really going to let his pride in the way of living? M'Baku glances at his own warriors.

"Yield, man!", T'Challa yells. Cheers erupt as M'Baku taps out.

T'Kia sighs in relief and smiles at her father as he stands, watching as the Jabari warriors pull the bigger man up.

Zuri walks over to him. "I now present to you, King T'Challa. The Black Panther."

T'Challa nods to him. "Zuri."

"My King.", he only nods back.

"Wakanda Forever!!", the tribes yell simultaneously.

T'Challa is moved on to the Hall of Kings, an ancient place that represented the past kings of Wakanda.

He watches as his daughter's eyes sparkle with wonder. How long had this been here, she thought.

The place was huge.

As they stopped, T'Challa was placed onto the red soil, ready to be buried. T'Kia kneels by his head as he gives her a smile of reassurance.

Zuri walks up, his hands holding the liquidized herd.

"Allow the Heart-Shaped Herb... to restore the powers of the Black Panther... and take you to the Ancestral Plane." Zuri feeds him the fluid of the herb.

T'Challa's body shivers as he lets out a groan, swallowing the liquid.

"T'Chaka, we call on you. Come here to your son.", Zuri calls. The crowd watches as T'Challa's veins pulsate throughout his body.

T'Challa's eyes shut and pop open as he wakes up in a grassy plain, with the sky a purple-ish hue. It was beautiful, almost cold. He felt… free.

He heard a familiar voice behind him, a laugh following the voice. He turned around to see his father smiling at him proudly.

"Baba."

"My son.", T'Chaka responds. T'Challa quickly kneeled in front of him.

"Stand.", T'Chaka says. "You are a King now."

T'Challa looks up at him. A frown dropped his face as he shook his head and stood up, his head hanging low.

T'Chaka frowns as well, worried. "What's wrong, my son?", he asks.

"I am not ready.", T'Challa confesses.

He never imagined the sudden pressure of being king. It was happening and now he just wanted to run. To be what he used to be.

He always wondered how his father managed to do it. To balance and juggle responsibilities as if it was nothing.

"Have you not prepared to be King your whole life? Have you not trained and studied been by my side?"

T'Challa shook his head, clenching his fists. "I am not ready to be without you.", T'Challa says.

He frowns. "A man who has not prepared his children for his own death, has failed as a father. Have I ever failed you....?"

T'Challa looks up, a shocked expression crossing his face. "Never."

T'Chaka hugs his son in a warm hold he hasn't had in so long. T'Challa felt like a little boy again, scared and vulnerable.

He lets out a sigh. "Tell me how to protect Wakanda. To protect my family. My daughter. I want to be a great King, Baba. Just like you."

T'Chaka rubs his back. "You will struggle. That is inevitable. So you'll need to surround yourself with people you trust. You have your sister, your mother, your love, and...your daughter.", he says, making T'Challa eyes widen.

"You must prepare her like I did for you and your sister. You're a good man with a good heart. And it's hard for a good man to be king.", he says.

T'Challa suddenly jolted awake, out of breath as he felt someone pulled him up.

"Breathe, T'Challa. Breathe. Breathe.", Zuri tells him.

He takes calming deep breaths and looks around, smiling at T'Kia and Zuri who look at him worriedly.

"You're okay.", T'Kia says, more to her beating, worrying heart than him. She knew he'd be okay. He fought off poisoning and a stab close to the heart. He was strong.

"He was there.", T'Challa chuckled, as Zuri pulled him up. "He was there. My father."

T'Challa felt a bursting sense of confidence and took T'Kia to walk in the city once more with Nakia. He wanted to spend time with them as a family. He had his own family. It was still a little hard to get used to, knowing he was a father now.

He loved it.

T'Kia, however, didn't mind following along with her father. It was just her mother that was the problem.

Though, a conflicting thought crossed her mind. Maybe she was being childish for letting her feelings get the better of her. She shouldn't feel resentful toward her mother for not being around. 

She was busy. Parents get busy. It happens.

She knew that, but…

"Come home, Nakia.", she hears her father say.

"I'm right here.", Nakia says, looking at T'Challa incredulously.

His eyes softened, pleading. "Stay."

"I came to support you and to honor your father, but I can't stay. I found my calling out there. I've seen too many in need just to turn a blind eye.", Nakia says, sighing.

T'Challa frowns, glancing back at his daughter who looked around, waving and smiling at other civilians before turning to his lover.

"Then, what about T'Kia? What about her? Will you stay for her?", T'Challa whispers.

Nakia frowns. "I just can't be happy here knowing that there's people out there who have nothing.", she says and glanced at T'Kia. "Besides, she hates me."

T'Challa looked at her in disbelief. "She does not."

Nakia fixes him a look. "You didn't see the look she gave me. She doesn't want to talk to me at the moment."

T'Challa frowns. He noticed, just chose not to say anything. It was true she hadn't been around, and maybe T'Kia missed her a lot, but after seeing her again, she must feel torn.

He shakes his head, moving on. "Then, what would you have Wakanda do about it?", he asks.

"Share what we have. We could provide aid...and access to technology and refuge to those who need it. Other countries do it, we could do it better.", Nakia says, enthusiastically.

"We are not like these other countries, Nakia. If the world found out what we truly are, what we possess, we could lose our way of life.", T'Challa says.

"For once, I agree.", T'Kia speaks up.

She didn't want to meet any colonizers right now, let alone trust them not to steal anything from her home.

She learned a lot from her aunt, seeing that Vibranium was being used for weapons outside of its native habitat and people. It wasn't right.

"Wakanda is strong enough to help others and protect ourselves at the same time.", Nakia argued.

T'Challa sighs and gives her a look. "If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great Queen."

"I would make a great Queen, because I am so stubborn.", Nakia counters, sassily.

"So, you admit it!", he exclaims.

"I did not say that."

T'Kia smiles to herself.

[laninasinamor]

Okay please do an NSFW where the Okoye is sparing with Attuma and kicks his ass. Attuma never loses a sparing match and calls for a redo only to get his ass handed to him again. Okoye may win in the ring but Attuma always wins in the bedroom

BRUH I SUCK AT WRITING. 😣 ill try to brief what happened tho lmao

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so, attuma and okoye are NOTORIOUS for fighting NUMEROUS sparring matches with each other bc they are both SUPER PRIDEFUL when it comes to WINNING. but there can only be ONE winner each time.

they keep going back and forth, over and over. and namora just keeps looking at them like UGHHHH THEY SO WANNA F*CK EACH OTHER. SO DISGUSTING, THESE HETEROS 🙄🙄

and obviously namor is cheering for attuma and shuri goes for okoye, namor and shuri both look each other like “shut up, my person is gonna win”

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each defeat ends with one pinning the other down.

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…okoye straddles attuma with her spear at his throat and she grinds her hips against him. he tries not to groan.

…attuma almost defeats okoye. he has her stomach down, his huge forearm pinning her shoulder blades, taunting her, “i thought you enjoyed being stabbed by my spear?” yet he shouldn’t be surprised by her as she manages to knock him across the room and says, “i couldn’t hear you, i was distracted watching a fish fly.” they continue by teasing and whispering nasty promises.😏😈

and i know ppl will get tired of watching bc they’ve been going at it for hours. until they’re left alone, and they finally look around like where’d everyone go?

then they just get so fired up that they decide to finally push one another against the wall to make out. eventually it gets so heated that okoye begs attuma to “just give it to me”. but he tells her “no, not here.” that she will always be treated with the utmost respect, proceeds to bridal carry her into the bedroom 😵‍💫🥵

hope i gave you what you needed lol

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Shuri x Reader Fatal Touch Part 1

Summary: You and Shuri are in love with each other but for unknown reasons to her. You refuse to give into love and truly be with her

Word count: 4-5k.

Warnings: Angst

You fell for Shuri the second you laid eyes on her.

She fell for you the second she laid eyes on you.

There was never any doubt in either of your hearts that the two of you didn't belong together. So then exactly why weren't you and Shuri together yet? Why were the two of you still tiptoeing around each other and the conservation, playing the will they or won't they game.

It didn't make any sense to anyone but no one was more frustrated with the complications of the relationship than Shuri herself. If it was up to the Princess alone the two of you would've been together a long time ago. Shuri had made many advances towards you in the past. At first they were just innocence and you really didn't take them serious. After all she was only sixteen at the time, so it made it easier for you to write them off as jokes. Even though deep down both of you knew her feelings for you were real and genuine from the start. At that age you were still trying to convince yourself what you felt for her was just puppy love, and the emotions were going to fade away in time. If only things could be that easy.

The older Shuri got the more obvious she became with her intentions. The Princess knew what she wanted, and she was sure of your feelings for her. All the late night conservations when you stayed with her while she worked in the lab. Despite the fact that science wasn't your specialty, as a matter of fact you hated science. You were no where near her level of intellect, and all her nerdy talk truly just confused you most of the time, and whenever she asked for your assistance with a project. You would throw your head back with groan in complete annoyance, but she noticed the ghost of the smile on your face. Not to mention how your eyes lit up with joy knowing she needed you for something. You always told her that if she ever needed a lab rat. You were her girl.

While Okoye and her mother would argue with Shuri, and try to force her out of her lab. You just waited into she overworked herself, and the need for sleep finally got the better of her. Your arms already positioned to catch her before she could fall or slump over. The next morning the Princess would awaken in her bed under the covers, and roll over to see you resting on the velvet sofa in her room. At some point Shuri just insisted that you sleep in the bed with her. If you were going to spend the night in her room, and you complied but not without making sure. There was considerable distance between both of your bodies.

It was always you keeping her at arms length, and barely acknowledging her declarations of love. It infuriated Shuri to no end, and she wanted nothing more than to scream at you, demand that you fight for her, and love her the way she loved you. But she knew doing such a thing would only drive you further away from her. Because in the past whenever Shuri pushed too hard on the subject of the two of you becoming more. You would disappear from her life for a few days taking up odd missions. The first time it happened she tried to reach you through your kimoyo beads, but those were always left behind on your nightstand.

After going through that a few times Shuri decided it was best to just leave it alone, and accept you and her would never be more. She'd rather have you in her life as a friend rather than not have you at all. Shuri became terrified that one day you would leave for good.

Knowing you loved her just as much as she loved you was enough. At least that's what she was to keep telling herself.

"Hey Shuri you want to come out with us tonight? Bast knows you could use the break with how much you work" One of her scientist's said.

You watched from the platform above as the group of young scientists hovered a few feet from from Shuri. You really missed the days where the lab was filled with people that were usually a little bit older, and therefore less flirty when it came to Shuri. In the past Shuri was always the youngest person in the lab, but over the past three years or so. The Princess started hiring scientists younger and younger until now a fair share of them were now in the same age range as both of you.

Of course some of them were attracted to the Princess, how could they not be. Shuri was perfect in every way, beauty unmatched, brilliant mind, great personality with a sense of humor, and a perfect body.

"No you guys can go ahead I got way too much to do to party" Shuri told them not even bothering to look away from the screen. She was currently drawing circles on around equations.

You smirked hearing the disappointed sigh escape the girl's lips, but then another girl stepped forward. You knew this girl well she had a history of being pretty persistent, and in your opinion downright disrespectful.

Her name was Aamina.

You hated her guts and the only reason you hadn't socked her yet was because. You didn't want to deal with the consequences, or the conversation with Shuri afterwards.

"No clubs then Princess we'll hit a few bars, and I'll even buy you a drink" she proposed with a confident smile.

Shuri turned away from her screen cocking her to the side as if she was really considering. You knew in her mind she was wondering where you were. This was usually the part where you would come dropping in with your stare of intimidation. But for once you waited to see if she would actually give in. You crouched down studying her body language just in case she got agitated. The Princess had became really good with concealing her emotions, since her brother's death. Only those closest to her were able to pick up the subtle hints she gave away.

"Its quite a tempting offer Aamina, but I'm afraid my answer is still no." Shuri said with an apologetic tone.

"So a raincheck because this is like the third time you've turned me down Princess" Aamina replied. The girl was bold enough to take a few steps forward.

Without hesitation you stepped off the platform into a fifteen foot drop landing right between Shuri and Aamina. Your legs bending slightly as your feet made contact with the floor. She fell back at your sudden appearance eyes widening in shock. The rest of the group gazes drifted upward to judge the distance of your drop. Probably trying to calculate rather or not the leap was feasible, and should you be standing upright.

"Three times and yet you still keep trying Amira. I thought the third time was supposed to the charm" You said with a light chuckle.

My name is Aamina and you know that y/n" she sneered.

"Oh is it now my bad I keep forgetting Amira is the smarter and prettier one." You shot back shrugging your shoulders. Not letting her change in attitude faze you at all. If it came down to it she was no match for you in a fight. "Or maybe I was just trying to throw a complement your way. I mean after all being compared to her can't be a bad thing for someone as unplea-"

"Watch it y/n you might be stronger but that doesn't make you any less of a dummy" Aamina whispered stepping forward again. The close proximity meant you alone heard her words, but your body stiffened at the insult.

Shuri knew there were very few insults that could get under your skin, and placed the stylus down on her worktable. Knowing that the situation would take a turn for the worse if she didn't interfere. The image of Aamina laid out on the floor unconscious with her trying to pull you away. As her mother, Okoye, and Ayo rushed into the lab at all the commotion filled her mind.

"Alright that's enough Aamina take your colleagues and proceed with your plans. There's no need to wait around distracting those of us who are working" Shuri ordered her.

"What about y/n? She's not working I mean she isn't a Dora or a scientist. What exactly is your place here again?" Aamina questioned her eyes locked onto yours in an intense staring contest.

If she had been paying attention she would've noticed the slight movement in your hand. Your fingers curled together forming a tight fist, but a firm hand caught your wrist before you could carryout the motion. It was Shuri and you wouldn't defy her no matter how much this girl made you want to.

"The Princess told you to leave I suggest you leave if you like your job that is" You replied in a cold voice.

Aamina seemed to be thinking on rather or not she was going to heed your warning. Her friends pulling her back ultimately made the decision for her. Once the group had entered the elevator, and it headed upwards. Shuri turned your body around so you were facing her.

"What have I told you about picking fights with my scientists" She chided you softly.

"Hey she started it if the girl had taken no for an answer. I wouldn't have gotten involved."

"Do you think I cannot handle myself?"

You raised an eyebrow at the question. It had to be rhetorical after all you were the one who pulled her into late night combat lessons. "No but you're a Princess and deserved to treated and respected as much. Aamina forgets her place too much."

"And you do not?" she asked but her tone was playful, as was the small smirk forming on her lips.

"Oh please name one time I've ever defied you Shuri" You challenged her.

"Every single time you deny my love. You defy me and yourself" Shuri whispered. Her hand coming up to grip your chin as you tried too look away.

The mood in the room had shifted now from playful too tense. You finally took notice of the little space between your bodies. A tiny step forward would close the gap, her hand gripping your wrist suddenly felt warmer, and thank Bast your blushing wasn't visible on your melanated skin.

"Now the panther has your tongue eh sthandwa" She said in a low voice leaning forward. Her eyes started to shut, and her lips were only a few inches away.

Her curls grazed your forehead bringing you back to life, and you finally found your voice. "You deserve better Princess."

The trance was broken with those words as Shuri came to halt releasing a sigh of frustration. She planted a quick peck on your cheek and stepped back releasing you.

"What's wrong with you y/n?"

"I'm not worthy" You insisted.

"What if I say you are I'm a Princess if I command it then it has to be true right?" She pressed you.

"Shuri we can't" You said in a tone that was final.

She didn't want to let the argument go, she never did but like always Shuri conceded and went back to her work. At one point you heard her mutter under her breath. "How ridiculous it was you believed you had the right to turn her down at every corner, but play the jealous girlfriend at the same time."

Shuri went back to work and you hopped on her workstation getting comfortable. Five hours would pass with you leaving at on the second one to go get food for both of you. Shuri tried to eat just the snacks you brought, but you caged her into your arms, and practically spoon fed her the food. Both of you were laughing the whole time, and your lips ghosted her forehead but failed to make contact. She shivered at the thought of your lips on any part of her body. Heck she would just settle for skin to skin contact with you on any level.

You were dressed in your signature all black clothing. A short sleeved shirt with a hood, black jeans, combat boots, and a pair of black gloves that covered your hands, and the length reached all the way up to your shoulders.

No matter the occasion you always made sure to cover every inch of your skin. The weather itself didn't even deter your fashion choice, Shuri swore you were going to suffer a heatstroke, and pass out. When the two of you took hike once in the mountains to the old rock T'Challa use to go to all the time.

The Princess figured you had some type of skin condition, but getting you to open up about it was nearly impossible. You were guarded at any question aimed towards skin problems almost as much as you were with your feelings. Shuri tried to have Okoye track down your parents when both of you were younger. In an attempt to gain a bit of information your background.

While the General was able too find them neither was to forthcoming with info on their daughter. They seemed frightful when Okoye brought you up, and made her promise you weren't returning home. Okoye swore you were right at home in the palace serving as a private guard to the Princess. Even though you were only a teenager yourself.

Night came and went right when the sun was beginning to peek out to bring morning was. When sleep finally got the best of Shuri, and it had nearly gotten you too. The small thumping sound that practically echoed in the empty lab is what made you shoot up eyes flying open. Shuri was slumped over in the chair with her head resting on the table. You pulled yourself up from your laid out position on the station adjacent to hers, and jumped down.

Shuri slept peacefully as you lifted her into your arms bridal style. She let out a mumble when her body was jostled as you adjusted your hold on her making sure. She was secure before heading off to the elevator. The Doras who were guarding the entrance to the lab didn't so much as blink. When the doors slid open so you could exit with the Princess in your arms. It was a common sight for the palace, and you made the journey to her room undisturbed. After she was placed in bed with the covers draped over her body. You waited until she got more comfortable hugging a pillow to her chest while burying her face into it.

Knowing that she was out like hibernated bear you decided to go to your own chambers for once to rest. Shuri had come way too close to crossing your boundaries earlier, and it was your fault. You were letting the Princess get too comfortable again. It didn't matter how much you wanted her to, and wished too just give in. You couldn't risk it not even for one night.

"Y/N" a familiar voice called out your name.

You closed the door to Shuri's room, and turned around to come face-to-face with Okoye. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her presence, and you raked your brain trying to figure out if you had done anything wrong. In the past couple of days the morning training sessions for the Doras was going to start in a few minutes, but you hardly attended those. The General and Ayo tended to give you private lessons per your request. It was a rule set in stone the day you were accepted into the King's Army, but it was T'Challa who you shared your secret with. In return the future king who at the time only carried the title of Black Panther went out of his way to make you were well accommodated.

"General is something wrong?" You asked trying not to let your voice waver.

Her expression wasn’t guarded or stoic as usual, but she didn't look like she was about to deliver good news either. "I wanted to speak with you about a delicate topic."

Your frown grew even more at her answer. "What topic?"

"Your relationship with Shuri."

"Nothing happened Okoye I promised I was only going to my own room tonight" You whispered. Eyes widening in shock as you realized that you were hardly ever caught leaving Shuri's room this early in the morning. When you exited her room she was always with you. It made sense the General thought something actually took place last night.

"I know and I think that's precisely the problem" Okoye told you.

You were taken back.

Okoye held up a hand in her defense and you motioned for her to continue. "I know its not my place to say this, and both of you might hate for stepping out of line. But someone needs to bring this issue to light."

"What issue?" You asked playing dumb.

Okoye raised an eyebrow with you fighting the urge to scoff at the question. The walls of the palace were solid but not soundproof. The last thing she needed was to wake Shuri from her slumber, and have her come out to investigate. The General didn't usually fear what the Princess was capable of, but you were her soft spot and ever since T'Challa's death. Shuri had become more protective over you in more ways than one.

The discussion she was having with you now was one Nakia tried to have with her just a month ago. The ex-spy had returned to Wakanda for a brief visit, and witnessed the longing in Shuri's eyes whenever she stared at you. While you either training or just distracted with something.

Nakia was surprised to see the two of you hadn't made any progress in your relationship, and Shuri told her you were still on the fence about it. The ex-spy pointed out that maybe it was time for her to move on, and try to be with someone else. Who was willing to give them their all, and not just half of their heart. The Princess turned on Nakia with a fire in her eyes at the suggestion, and made it clear. No one else could possibly take your place, and to drop the subject.

If Shuri wouldn't listen to reason then maybe you would.

"Shuri is in love with you, and both of us know it. For Bast's sake you're in love with just as much if not more. Yet you continue to turn her down no matter what she does, or how long she waits. You will give her everything but your love, and its killing her on the inside y/n." Okoye explained.

You couldn't find the words to tell her how wrong she was, and part of it was because you knew she was right. But at the same time Okoye couldn't be more wrong. You wished that you just blurt out your truth and make her understand. Not giving Shuri your love proved your devotion to her.

"You think you see everything when it comes to Shuri, and she hides nothing from you. That is nothing more than a masquerade of lies she cries to her mother. When you are gone umntwana on your little missions. She comes to me seeking advice on what she can do the next time to make you say yes. Shuri doubts that she will ever be loved, because the one who has held her heart in her hand continues to crush it without remorse."

"That's enough Okoye" You finally snapped not caring to mind the volume of your voice. The General took you by the arm and tugged until you started to follow her. She led you down the hallway, turned a corner, and released you in a deep and empty passage.

"None of what you say is true ndiyamthanda" You insisted with anger in your voice now.

"You have a funny way of showing it" Okoye fired back unfazed by the mood change.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Give her all of you or give her nothing" she stated crossing her arms over her chest.

You stood there in silence for a long time studying Okoye for any sign that she was kidding. She was wearing impenetrable General face which meant she was more than serious with the ultimatum.

"Did Queen Ramonda put you to this?" You asked.

"No while her mother does grow tired of your games, she cares for you as well and believes that remaining patience is the answer. The Queen thinks a day will come where you finally change your mind. I don't think such day is ever going to arrive" Okoye answered. A tone of sympathy in her voice, and her eyes softened a bit as she regarded you. It was obvious this discussion was bringing you a lot of inner turmoil. It wasn't easy to have someone close to you call you out for your harmful treatment with Shuri's feelings.

Okoye knew there was more to the story, and knew you had a honest reason as to why you held back. But what she didn't understand is why didn't you seek out guidance and counsel. Wakanda had no shortage of therapists, and trauma specialists ready to help you on short notice. Maybe this was the push you needed.

"This isn't fair Okoye please don't do this" You pleaded out of options. For once in your life you didn't hold the tears back. They fell free from your eyes cascading down your face like a waterfall. The term "cry me a river" came to your mind. You cry three rivers if that's what it took to make her understand. You would cry an ocean for Shuri.

"Its not fair to who y/n? You or Shuri?" Okoye replied refusing to back down.

"I can't do what you're asking" You cried through gritted teeth balling your hands up into fists. Your eyes made contact with hers trying to find a way in past the steel walls. The woman had built and solidified over years of training and remaining indifferent. "I can't" You repeated harder this time.

"Then let her go."

Those words struck you as hard as a spear piercing right through your beating heart. You swore your heartbeat actually started to slow down at the thought. Her love for you is all the love you had ever known, and the thought of letting it go took you to your knees.

"She won't let you go, and she deserves to someone better y/n" Okoye went on.

You couldn't even argue with that notion because hadn't you declared the same thing yesterday.

"You deserve better Princess"

"I'm not worthy Shuri"

When you uttered those words to Shuri you knew she would reassure that none of it was truth, but now she wasn't here to do that.

"How exactly am I going to do this?" You whispered in defeat keeping your eyes on the floor.

Disbelief shined in Okoye's eyes as she looked down at you. The General was hoping this conservation would be the moment of truth, but you were actually going to choose the latter. "Um just give her space and no more mixed signals. Don't disappear on her completely she will know something is wrong."

"She's going to know something is wrong regardless Okoye, but don't worry I won't tell her it was you who made me see the truth." You climbed to your feet and moved to walk past her.

"Y/N wait I don't under-" Okoye started reaching out to take you by the arm.

You leaned to the side and looked up at her with glossy eyes. "I told you General you can't understand. Akukho mntu unako." Those were your last words to her as you left the passage and headed back to your room.

3 Hours Later

Sleeping was impossible after that conservation you laid in bed for a good hour with eyes closed. Waiting for your mind to shut up and let the darkness take you under. Until the frustration inside grew and spread throughout your entire body. Your nerves became too bad to ignore anymore so, you climbed out of bed to head to a training room.

You were in the middle of beating one of the punching bags into a pulp. Throwing rapid shots, hitting it with a combination of punches and kicks, and just slamming your fists into it as hard as you could manage. It was a miracle the punching bad hadn't spilt out yet letting all the sand come pouring out. You were dead to the world around you, so when someone did enter the your space to tap your shoulder.

Your reflexes too over and you whirled around fist raised to deliver a hard right hook. Whoever it was caught your fist in the palm of their hand and yanked it down to the side. You tried to pull away hissing through gritted teeth, but their grip was too tight. Finally your vision cleared up enough and your mind stopped raging to let you focus. It was Aneka and while usually the woman walked around with joy in her eyes and a smile of mischief on her face. That wasn't the case right now as she looked at you with concerned eyes.

"Y/N are you okay?" She asked a bit hesitant raking her eyes over you.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You snapped not expecting your voice to sound so hoarse. Your hand came up to brush your cheeks. They were wet as your clammy skin but not from sweat. Tears which meant your eyes were probably swollen and red. Just how long had you been crying without realizing it?

"Oh y/n" Aneka whispered in a soft tone, releasing her grip on your fist. She reached out to bring you into her arms, and you almost let her. For a second you closed your eyes and just imagined what it would be like to be able to just collapse in her embrace. Letting her comfort wash over till the pain subsided. It wouldn't last forever but for a while you'd be okay, but then you remembered that hugs were on the no-no list. In the past before you set some many rules in place, and let people hug you. Some of them were dumb enough to touch the back of your neck where your skin was exposed. Sometimes they paid for it, and others didn't. You couldn't take that risk with anyone ever again.

Just as her arms were about to enclose around your body, and pull you into hers. Your eyes snapped open and you recoiled back in panic almost.

"I'm fine Aneka okay just had a nightmare, and I've been missing home lately" You lied smoothly.

But you could tell by the confusion on her face at your actions. Aneka wasn't buying it at all, because why hadn't you just come out and said that in the first place. "Do you want to call your parents? You can do that you know, or just pay them a visit. I'm pretty sure Ayo can persuade Okoye to let you take a couple of days off."

The woman was really making it hard for you not to think about all your troubles in life, and just how helpless you were when it came to doing something about it. Your parents hadn't bothered to call or visit you once since they dropped you off at the palace's doorsteps. On your fourteenth birthday because then you were finally eligible to join the academy for young women. Who wished to start their Dora training early to join the King's Army.

No knew about your non-existent relationship with your parents because you played it off. By writing fake letters and sending them to the address to one of the older ladies. Who use to live in the neighborhood you grew up in, and would bring you over for dinner. When she noticed how your parents started to exclude from events like family dinner, as you got older. You were often tempted to actually check in on the woman knowing that. She was a widow herself, but by now your mind has convinced that. The woman was only acting out of sympathy, and was better off without you. Its not like she ever wrote back.

"No its fine Aneka I'll write to them and send it out tomorrow" You told her waving off her suggestions.

"Y/N you look upset and I want to help is there anything I could do?" she pushed taking your gloved hands in both of hers.

"Yeah you could spar with me real quick I got a lot of steam I need to burn off still." You offered knowing she was going to keep being persistent.

Aneka frowned squeezing your hands. "Do you really think that's the best idea?"

You slipped your hands out of her hold to make your way over to the mat. Kicking off your shoes at the foot of it before stepping up onto the platform. "Yeah just do me a favor and don't hold back."

Aneka still wore a frown on her face but nevertheless she followed you onto the mat stretching her arms.

"You can use your spear" You told her bouncing on your feet.

She shook her head. "You don't have a weapon it wouldn't be fair."

"I don't need one" You shot back.

Alarms bells were going off in the Dora's head, and she knew at this point the best course of action would be to shut the fight down. It was obvious something was eating at you, but instead of dealing with it. You were adamant to distract yourself with violence, and even worse physical pain. She wouldn't be surprised if you pulled your punches, and let her land blows that you could dodge. The thought of using her spear on you with the mindset you were in right now terrified her.

"How about we just focus on hand-to-hand to start off?" She suggested.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Your funeral." the words were muttered so she barely heard them.

The two of circled each other for a few seconds trying to get a feel for what the other was going to do. You attacked first moving in with a kick at her right leg. Aneka went to dodge the hit, and found her head snapping to the left side pain flaring up in her right cheek. The kick was a fake out to get her to let her guard down, and leave her upper body unguarded. You had delivered a hard right hook to her face almost like the one she stopped earlier.

She hid the pain with ease bringing a hand to her injured cheekbone. Eyes boring into your own.

"I told you not to hold back I wasn't kidding" You said.

Her eyes narrowed and before you knew what was happening you found yourself laid out on the mat. She had you pinned facedown on your stomach with your arms pulled back into a lock. You tried to lift up and agony tore through them. The arm lock made any movement to break it impossible without straining your muscles, and risking a tear.

"Y/N I don't know what's gotten into you but this is not the way to fix it. Trying to rile me up to hurt you won't make your problems go away. The only way to deal with this is to face it" Aneka whispered in your ear.

You continued to struggle to get her to let go as much as you could careful not put any weight on your arms. Her words went through one ear and out the other. The only thing you could think about was how your entire world was crashing down on you, and there was nothing you could to stop it.

Aneka was wrong facing your problems wasn't the answer because it wouldn't change anything.

"Let me go Aneka" You growled angrily.

"Do you promise to cease these foolish games?" She asked with a stern voice.

"You asked me if there was anything you could do he-"

"Yes help not enable" Aneka corrected.

You let out a frustrated scream yanking too hard on one of your arms. You were lucky that the action didn't cause a tear in your muscles, but it did tear rip your gloves. You felt fresh air hit the palm of one of your hands, and panic washed over you. "Okay okay you win let me go" You said in a hurried voice.

Aneka felt your entire body tense up while you became completely still. A far cry from your behavior a few minutes ago. She wondered what could cause you to switch up so fast, and glanced down to see the slight tear in your left glove. Like everyone else in the palace she knew how you were about showing your bare skin.

She released her hold on you, and stood up watching as you scrambled to your feet. Curses spewing from your mouth as you rushed over to your duffel bag.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to happen" She apologized. Not sure of what else to do.

"Its fine you can just go alright I'll be fine." You told her rummaging around in your bag for the backup gloves. Not even looking back to see if she had left, a few minutes went by while you replaced the ripped glove with a new one undisturbed.

A hand came out of nowhere to rest on gently on your shoulder. Immediately you shook it off out letting out a sigh of irritation "Aneka I'm serious just leave it alone."

"Leave what alone? Is something wrong?"

That wasn't Aneka and you were praying to Bast that it wasn't who you thought it was. But alas when you turned around Shuri's was staring back at you with the same concern.

"Shuri what are you doing here?"

She scoffed as if it was obvious which it was. You knew exactly what brought her, but were going to play dumb about it.

"I'm looking for you I woke up and you weren't there." Shuri said with a slight waver in her voice.

"I got an early head start on training" You half lied.

"Since when do you train so early your sessions with Okoye are midday." There was shift in the tone of her voice making it clear she was nervous. You warned Okoye that the Princess would pick up on the slightest change in your behavior or routine. She always did. This wasn't the first time the two of you had done this dance, but it would be the last.

"And what about breakfast you weren't there" Shuri continued.

"Maybe I wanted to eat alone okay." You snapped throwing your arms in the air. "We don't have to be attached at the hip all the time you know."

Shuri opened her mouth but no words came out as her voice cracked, and her eyes became watery. You regretted the words the second they came out, but seeing the effect they had on her made you want to jump off a cliff.

"I know that I'm just saying that you usually leave a note or something you know" she finally said. After ten long seconds of nothing but silence, and this time Shuri was looking away from you hiding her face.

"Give her all of you or give her nothing"

Okoye's words rung through your ears at that exact moment, and you knew what had to be done. It was time to make a choice.

"I didn't feel like it and I don't have to. Stop acting like I belong to you Shuri" You told her harshly. Her head snapped back into your direction with wide eyes filled with hurt.

"Y/N I never-" she tried to say but you held up a hand cutting her off.

"I don't belong to you Shuri and I never will alright" You said with a tone of indifference. Your eyes were free of any emotion as if you were talking to a stranger on the street. And not your best friend since fourteen, and the love of your life.

You'd mind as well drove her a spear into her heart when you spoke those words. Because while you had a history of turning her down you were always gentle with her heart, and careful with your choice of words. Never had you been so heartless and cruel. Never had your conviction been so final and clear.

A sob broke free before Shuri could stop it and she reached out for you. She wanted to take you in her arms, and hear you take it all back. This had to be some cruel joke, because what had she done to deserve this.

"Y/N please" Shuri cried her voice just a whisper. "I don't know what's going on, but we can figure this out."

"No we can't" You replied with no hesitation.

Ayo burst into the training room in her armor and spear in hand. If she wasn't in such a hurry then no doubt she would've picked up on the bleak atmosphere. "Y/N gear up we have a mission flying out in twenty" she ordered up, and was gone just as fast as she arrived.

Your eyes locked onto to Shuri's one final time. They were pleading with you to make the pain go away. Instead you walked right past her without a single word. Not even a goodbye.

Translations:

Umntwana- Child

Ndiyamthanda- I love her

Akukho Mntu Unako- No one can

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[mamajanky]

Tuma calling his Baby (whilst she’s on a mission) cause he missed her face:

Reblog with their conversation 🤭👀

[attoye]

Mother Danai teases at Disney+ Okoye Spinoff 👀❤️

mother will perhaps have an episode or two where she reunites with father 👀👀👀🩵⚔️ (cough cough attuma 👀)

[bestfriend491]

yesss!! im so excited for more okoye!!

I am too, love. And in honour of my excitement (and me being behind schedule for yet another work) here is something to keep my loves fed for the next couple of days until I'm confident enough to release the longer works.

Introducing... My Headcannons? My Drabbles? I'm not too sure right now. Who knows? All I know is that its something short.

Thank you to @jinnie10101 for the beautiful Nakia and Okoye icons. 🤍

“What's wrong?”

How Okoye, Nakia, and Ramonda would react to you being upset in some way. 

OKOYE

Okoye is whatever you need her to be at that moment. 

Need space? She’ll stay in the next room until you’re ready to talk. 

Need cuddles? She’s not leaving your side.

Granted this is mostly because she does carry a lot more guilt about her past choices when you're upset even if it's not her fault. 

It does take her a bit longer to realise that you're upset because of how busy she gets but when she notices she's quick to act.

“Sthandwa sam, I’m home!” Okoye called to you after a long day of patrolling around the Borderlands after a security breach threat- one of many in the past week. 

This time, it hadn't been a false alarm or a prank call, and the Dora needed their General to lead, which she did. And well, as a matter of fact. 

Now though, all she wanted to do was spend her night with you, doing absolutely anything. 

“Sthandwa sam?!” She called out again as she looked around for you. You weren’t anywhere out in the open, which let her know that something was off. 

Inspecting the entire house and not getting any closer to finding you, she landed herself in front of the door to your shared bedroom. 

‘Oh’. she thought to herself. You were probably asleep. It was still fairly early, but she knew that when sleep called, you never asked it what time it was. 

She let her hand gently graze the knob as she turned it, happy that it didn’t jam in place like usual this time and wake you up. As slowly as she could, Okoye walked into the room and closed the door, seeing you laying in bed, as expected. 

Strangely enough, you weren’t inside the sheets, only laying on top of them. Your back was turned away from her, and although she didn’t know it, you stared wide-eyed into the open. 

Still under the belief that you were asleep, Okoye tiptoed around the room getting her uniform off, then proceeding to take a blanket to cover you up until you awoke in a few hours.

As she stood to face you, and saw your clearly not asleep form below her, her expression dimmed down. 

“Y/n?” she asked.. 

“Hm?” was all you could make yourself say.

“My love, what’s wrong?” She caressed your cheek as she asked, going down to kiss your forehead as a form of comfort. 

You didn’t respond immediately, needing to muster up the energy to explain something that didn’t make sense. 

“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong.” 

Silence once again filled the room. Quick to access and act, Okoye realised that it was just going to be a cuddles and no talking kind of day. She got into bed, moving you to face her, and placed her arm around you, allowing you to come closer and assume your favourte spooning position. 

You stayed like that for the night. 

Ramonda

When you're upset, Ramonda knows that you prefer to keep quiet.

She usually lets you stay silent unless she’s really worried. 

You don't like being left alone without her when you’re upset, so she always accommodates that and makes sure to stay as close as possible. 

You need physical comfort when you’re having a bad day, especially when bad mental days come. 

She's quick to notice when you're upset, a shift in attitude telling her that she needs to get you alone to ask what’s wrong. 

You usually go to the river to calm down if it’s early and cuddle there.

“Y/n!” Ramonda called after you as you left the throne room after a brief meeting with the other tribe leaders. Your aura was off the entire meeting, both you and Ramonda knew that. A lazy hum had alerted Ramonda of this. 

You, knowing that Ramonda would pry for answers, tried to leave and dodge the questions early. This didn’t work at all, and you were quickly tracked down and located around the corner to your room in the palace. 

You still tried to avoid her, not wanting to have a moment like this right then. 

As soon as you closed the door on her and sat down on a chair in your bedroom, she had already reopened the door and entered. 

She approached you quickly, and knelt down in front of you. Taking your hands in hers, she looked at you, while you kept your eyes closed.

“My queen,” she said, leaning closer to you,”What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head; refusing to allow her to get her desired answers from you. 

“Y/n, my queen. I can’t let this one go. What’s wrong?” 

Tears developed in your eyes as you let out muffled sobs, holding her hands tightly. 

“I miss them, Ramonda.” you finally choked out. 

“I miss them everyday, but today I just can’t bear the pain of losing them over and over again in my head.” you spoke of the family member that you’d lost recently, struggling to cope while ruling a nation. 

You’d been trying your best to pretend that you weren’t in constant pain, but the facade could only last so long. 

“Oh- my love,” she moved in to let you hug her, and you did so gratefully. You clung to her like when you were younger, never wanting to leave her side.  

“Grief comes in life-long waves, my love. Some high waves last long, but then they crash when you least suspect it.

The only thing we can find solace in is remembering that the low waves can peacefully coexist with the high waves, only through the mutual understanding that they must each get their turn to shine through.”

You broke down completely at that, feeling relieved that at least you had her around for the harder times. 

Nakia

Nakia always wants to talk about it. She doesn’t like letting you avoid talking about your emotions.

Nakia senses energy quicker than anyone you've ever known. 

A slight shift in attitude will have her all over you.

Of course, she still likes to give you the platform to talk to her without her needing  to confront you.  

Because of this she likes to give you some time to tell her what's wrong so as to not annoy you. 

However, if you avoid the conversation for too long, she doesn’t have much of a choice. 

“Nakia, I told you that it’s nothing.” you told her reluctantly as you laid your head in your hands, sitting at the table in your home having yet another argument. 

“No, that’s the answer I keep getting from you, but it’s not the truth because everytime I see you, you look like you’re struggling.” 

She stood on the other side of the table, staring at you as you clearly lied to her for the umpteenth time.

Sighing, she tried to tone down her intense approach. 

“Look, baby. I just want you to be okay, and I can tell you’re not.”

You relented slightly, looking directly at her, and nodding in understanding. 

“I know.” you said.  

You groaned, frustrated at yourself for trying to keep secrets in your relationship when you knew that communication was something Nakia needed to feel secure. You stood up, and went to her, not hugging her, just laying your head on your shoulder. 

Though none of you embraced the other, engulfing the other in a hug, you were calmer. She dropped her head on your shoulder and the two of you swayed in that position for a while. 

After a good 30 minutes of this, she tried again, “What’s wrong.”

“I- I have depression.” you said. Nakia -although wanting to hug you- chose to stay in her position. She was finally getting something out of you, and she didn’t want to startle you. 

“I started seeing a psychiatrist for my PTSD 2 months ago and she diagnosed me last month. It’s only been getting worse lately.”

She immediately lifted her head, looking at you as you tried to hold in tears, 

“Sthandwa sam,” now she hugged you and you couldn’t hold it in anymore,”Why didn’t you want to tell me?” 

“I don't know… I was scared things would change, and you’d start treating me differently.” 

“Y/n, I’m not going to treat you like anyone except the woman that I love. Things are gonna change, but only because I need to make sure that you’re taking care of yourself,okay?”

You nodded in agreement, sniffing through your tears as you wiped them away.

“Hey,” she said after a while, ”I’m proud of you.”

Author's Note: Here's your snack before the meal, loves. I was going to add a Aneka/Ayo/Reader version but I'm tired and I know I would butcher it in my current state. Either way, hope you enjoyed.

I guess requests for more of these SHORT imagines are open