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[heejayy]

Cherry lips

Warning • Shuri has very vulgar thoughts while admiring you

Genre • suggestive

Pairing • Shuri x black!fem reader

A/n: super short!!! But what’s ur favorite lip gloss? 🤭

You and Shuri were having a nice picnic under a lovely oak tree. The sun was lowering quickly, and you looked stunning as the pink and purple rays glistened on your skin.

Shuri smiled to herself as she listened to you talk; she wasn't sure what you were talking about, but she knew you looked stunning while doing so. You rummaged through your purse, pulling out your lip gloss as you continued ranting about your day at work. You took a second to apply it before returning to your rant. Shuri's attention was drawn from your eyes to your lips, which were now all pretty and glossed.

Lipgloss was not uncommon for you to wear; in fact, it was your go-to lip product aside from Vaseline. But Shuri couldn't take her gaze away from your lips. The way they moved while you spoke, how they curled up when you laughed at your own joke, or how you unconsciously nibbled on them while thinking. She was smitten. Shuri just tilted her in amusement as she continued to stare.

Her thoughts went from innocent to dirty in seconds. Your lips on her are all she can think of right now. The way you lightly nibble on her ear, the trail of kisses you leave down her neck to her breast. She wanted to see your lips cling to her nipples as you tenderly sucked on them while looking up at her with those beautiful eyes. Then she'd look at you as you kissed her toned stomach making your way between her legs.

Shuri’s thighs involuntarily clenched together as a familiar ache began to pulsate through her. She wanted you- no she needed you.

“Baby you alright?” You ask noticing her sudden change in her body language.

“What flavor?” Her question confused you.

You giggle confused “What do you mean silly?”

“I mean your lipgloss, what flavor?” You gave her a puzzled look before taking your bottom lip in between your teeth giving it a little taste.

"Um, it tastes like cherry," you confirmed. Before you could ask why, she gripped your face giving you a firm kiss. Her tongue licked your lower lip before entering into your mouth; as she pushed in closer, the kiss became slightly heated. She was practically straddling you at this point, your hands finding their way to her hips and giving them a gentle squeeze. She let out a moan that made you tighten your grip on her.

Shuri nibbled on your bottom lip before sucking on it then pulled away. You were left flustered and breathless, you wanted more and she knew it.

"Car now," she didn’t have to tell you twice. You jumped up, picked up the blanket and basket with her help, and jetted to your car.

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[babyboiboyega]

The Study Room (HBCU!Shuri x Black!F!reader)

HBCU!Shuri x black!F!reader

Word Count: 2.03k

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Content: nothing but fluff, first meetings, HBCU!Shuri is a warning in and of itself, slight profanity, usage of “y/n” like…twice lmao

A/N: Oh, y’all didn’t see this coming? Me writing for Shuri? Well, here we are lmao, and I plan on writing under this tag A LOT!

As I’ve stated before, I write with the intention of my oneshots/imagines/etc being inclusive, which means no clear description of hair type/color, skin type/color, etc. A lot of my writing has to do with a female reader, but despite this, I still have a few gender neutral fics. WITH THAT BEING SAID: whatever fanfic I post with Shuri, I will alwayyyssss have a black, female reader in mind. There’s too little for us to enjoy in the world of fanfic, bc even when people say they’re inclusive, they still manage to put subtle details in their fanfic that instantly breaks the immersion for countless black, female, fanfic readers.

I will still be as inclusive as I can with any xShuri writings...but I can already tell you, there will be times where I specify a certain hair type, or a certain custom, or a certain tradition that a lot of non-black people will not relate to...and it’s alright. I have other works on my page that are inclusive enough for y’all to enjoy.

But when I write for Shuri, I write for black women. <333

ALSO, the whole concept of HBCU!Shuri was created by the lovely and oh-so-nice @vargskelegore !

If you want to see more of HBCU!Shuri, PLEASE go check their page out! They’ve done a great service for the black fanfic community <3333

You had been sitting in the same spot for the last 45 minutes; hands encompassing your head, eyebrows furrowed, and your lip caught between your teeth in frustration. The words on your screen might as well have been in a different language, as you just couldn’t understand or retain anything you read. It was beyond frustrating, especially as the upcoming exam for the class loomed over your head.

You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands. It didn’t matter that other students could see or hear you through the windows that lined the room, because at least half of them were in the same boat as you.

As you let out a sigh and pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to somehow force yourself to focus, a knock sounded on the door. It opened right as you lowered your hands, your attention going to the door and the person that walked in. Eyebrows furrowed, you readied yourself to explain how you had reserved the room for the next hour only for the words to die right on the tip of your tongue as you met the person’s eyes.

“Oh. I’m sorry…do I have the right room? This is 253, right?”

The person, who you quickly recognized as none other than Princess Shuri (just Shuri to her fellow classmates, something she was adamant about the second she stepped onto campus), pulled her phone out and checked it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read what you assumed to be the confirmation email of her reservation, and her actions prompted you to do the same.

Still in silence, you picked up your phone from where it lay on the table, quickly pulling up your own confirmation email only to pause at the words you read. Your shoulders dropped.

“Oh, shit. Is this 253? I thought it was 256.”

“Yeah, this is 253. 256 is currently filled with a group of guys who are having a rather intense game of uno, surrounded by enough food to fill a small buffet.”

At her words, you couldn’t help dropping your head into your hands once more, letting out yet another groan. It’d be hard enough getting their attention to ask them to leave, not to mention, they’d probably leave a mess if they did leave which left you with only a few options. You continued to contemplate your next study location until you remembered that you were in the reserved room of a royal family member.

“Oh, my bad. You’re waiting for me to leave and I’m just sitting here, taking up your time. Let me grab my stuff. I am so sorry.”

A small, almost awkward laugh left your mouth as you hurried to gather your things, opting to just shove them into your bag. You hadn’t even finished before she was setting her things down on the table across from you. Your movements stopped, however, as her hand entered your vision.

“No, please. I doubt you’ll want to go in that room after they leave. You are more than welcome to stay here; I don’t have a problem sharing the room. I work quietly, I promise.”

The crooked smile on her face was enough to render you momentarily speechless as you looked at her in surprise. But then her words registered, making you shake your head.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that after already coming in here and taking over-”

Shuri waved her hand dismissively, making a tch sound. She returned to the door and shut it before walking back to the table. Her feet carried her to your side of the table, though, instead of her seat.

Her smile turned reassuring as she looked down at you, and despite the obvious height difference between your prone, sitting figure and her standing on, you didn’t feel threatened or even intimidated in the slightest. Her voice, despite being soft and almost melodic, held a teasing tone to it that made your own smile appear on your face.

“You’re not asking me to do anything; I’m offering to share this space with you. Plus…”

She stepped closer, leaning over your shoulder to peer at your computer’s screen. She let out a soft ‘mmm’, nodding her head.

“I’m also offering my help. I saw how frustrated you were before I came in, and I’m no stranger to Biophysics and Structural Biology.”

Shuri took a step back as you turned your head to look at her, her eyebrows lifting in question.

When you had woken up this morning, you never would have guessed that Shuri, the actual princess of the sovereign country of Wakanda, would be offering to share her study room and offering to basically tutor you.

You’d be a fool to say no to the opportunity.

“That would actually be really helpful,-” You paused as you thought of a way to address her, but she seemed to already notice what you were trying to figure out. The same charming, crooked smile from before appeared on her face as she stuck a hand out towards you. You couldn’t even deny the way your heart basically skipped a few beats as you took her hand.

“Shuri. Just Shuri.”

You replied with your own name in a soft, almost embarrassing and noticeably shaky voice.

She released your hand, and her smile had the nerve to grow wider as she pulled another chair closer to yours. Her body turned towards yours as she sat, and with all the familiarity that would exist between two close friends, she pulled your laptop so it was situated between the both of you.

“So, where’d you leave off?”

The rest of the hour you had originally reserved plus the hour Shuri had reserved was spent with you two speaking about the subject on your screen. At some point, your computer’s screen had faded to black while you two were occupied talking about things ranging from your favorite, and least favorite, meals in the cafe to the places you both favored around campus. It was rather easy to forget that she was literally royalty.

The conversation didn’t lull once, even after you two had packed up and stepped out of the study room. You were both so engrossed in the other that the stares directed at Shuri as you walked through the library went completely unnoticed; or maybe she noticed them but had learned how to ignore them. You certainly hadn’t noticed them.

Night had fallen while you two were inside, and with the realization of this also came the realization that you two would be parting ways. You tried your hardest to ignore the pang of disappointment as you both turned to each other, the smiles from your conversation fading into softer ones.

“Thanks again, Shuri. I feel like I actually have a chance of at least passing this exam.” You let out a soft laugh, one that she returned.

“Oh, I’m sure you’d pass without my help. You’re smart as hell, Y/N. Everyone needs help from time to time, and I have no problem offering mine.”

Her words made your smile widen, and you briefly wondered if she could tell just how much of an effect she had on you. She had to, right? You simply couldn’t believe that she was so charming and so smooth without knowing it.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, because I’ll definitely be coming back to you. For help with…schoolwork.” The smile on your face almost turned into a grimace at your clunky words, but it relaxed as Shuri took a step forward, holding a hand out.

“Of course. I’ll be there when you need me. Let me see your phone.”

You were grateful that her attention was on your phone; that meant she couldn’t see the way your breath hitched at her words. They were still echoing in your mind as she handed your phone back to you with a smile. A quick glance at it showed that she had just put her number in your contact list along with assigning a contact picture and name that read “Shuri” with a smiling emoji.

A soft chiming sound interrupted the air around you both, and before you could question what it was, Shuri was raising her wrist up to her face.

“Ikumkani wam , do you have a moment of free time? We have some things to discuss.” A strong, female voice came from the bracelet, instantly catching your attention. It held a tone of authority and something close to a reprimand. Shuri, however, actually looked the slightest bit annoyed at the interruption.

“General, I am actually a little busy right now. I’m with a friend,  but-”

Your eyes must have widened almost comically, judging by the way Shuri let out a quiet laugh. However, where she was laughing, you were internally freaking out just a little. You whisper shouted in her direction.

“That’s the general? As in…general of Wakanda’s army? Shuri, you can’t…it must be important! I can wait or text you later tonight.”

Shuri paused, looking at you with an almost unreadable expression before the General’s voice sounded out once again.

“Listen to your friend. Please. This is very important.”

With a sigh and a shake of her head, she pressed a button on the beaded bracelet that circled her wrist before turning to you and saying your name. Her eyebrows furrowed and an apologetic expression came over her face.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

You were shaking your head before she had even finished speaking, quickly reassuring her.

“No, it’s totally alright, I get it. I mean…I don’t get it, because I’m not, you know.” The smile that took over her face was even more blinding than the first one she had given you earlier in the day. There was a fond look in her eyes and she began to back up, her eyes staying connected with yours.

“I’ll text you later, yeah?”

You could only nod, opting to keep your mouth shut lest the sounds of giddiness were to escape. She reciprocated your nod, gazed at you for a few more seconds, and then she was turning and walking away. You stayed in the same spot until her voice grew distant, and only when you couldn’t hear it anymore did you turn in the direction of your own dorm room, your phone clutched in your hand.

It was only when you had gotten halfway to your dorm, replaying the night's events over and over in your mind, did you realize something. She had said that she would text you, yet you were the one with her number. The realization made you quickly unlock your phone and create a new message thread.

You typed out at least 4 different starting sentences before settling on a simple “hey, its y/n. thanks again for your help”, ending it with the same emoji that sat beside her contact name.

It took you only a few minutes to get back to your dorm, and the entire time, you kept subconsciously checking your phone.

She literally has more important things to worry about, girl.

The General called. The General! Of Wakanda’s Army. She’s not studying you right now. Just go upstairs, take a shower, wash your face, and-

The chiming of your phone didn’t go unnoticed for a second before you were eagerly grabbing it. You were grateful that your roommate was staying elsewhere for the night, otherwise, she would have surely been asking question after question upon seeing how quick you were to read a message.

If she were here, she would have most definitely been curious about who was making you smile so hard to the point where your cheeks were physically hurting.

Your eyes scanned the message over and over until it was finally time for you to get ready for bed; but even as you lay in bed a while later, your eyes on their way to shutting for the night, you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips.

Shuri: you’re welcome. Same time tomorrow? :)

You: I’d like that, if you’re free

Shuri: for you? I am. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, y/n

You: goodnight, Shuri :)

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stay safe, y’all!

[demie90s]

Poison

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Sub!ShurixReader

Smut

Imagine Shuri not liking you.

Warning⚠️: Like 1/2 of this is Smut.

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I could feel her eyes on me.

After a few minutes, my neck begins to tense, and a tingling sensation begins to spread. I can't explain how I know, but I just know that it's because of someone else's gaze. I look up and, sure enough, she looking right at me.

Eyes meeting briefly as she holds a glare. I raise my eyebrow, making her scoff and look away. Then I  go back to my work.

This was not new.

Though Shuri has not always 'hated' me. I mean we've known eachother for 11 years. But recently, it seems as if she absolutely despised me...as if I was  Poison.

A mental venom that can pollute your spirit. You know...poison your soul and seep into any of the relationships that surround you.

Anyone who has found themselves wrapped up in the arms of hate knows how damaging and mind-consuming it can become.

I don't know what I did. Or how it started.

It could be jealousy.

I am free to leave whenever I please and I'm not being watched 24/7. I am still held to fufil the high expectations my parents hold for me that I may never reach.

Or Because I was an Outsider

I mean when someone new enters a group, they fear how that individual will change their group dynamics. Sharing hatred toward the 'new kid' is a way for the existing group to strengthen their bonds in defensive.

Either way...the feeling mutual.

The anger feels good. When you experience physical and emotional distress, anger motivates you to do something about it. Fight, cry, run, jump,...fuck.

Anger helps you cope with the stress.

I can not lie at the fact that I find her attractive angry.

She's Absolutely Stunning.

Her ability to hold grudges non stop is strong. At least for me, I've seen someone who works in the lab 'accidentally' knock papers down and even when frustrated she handled it well. With a smile and everything.

Yet, I miss one word in a report and she explodes. Her yelling is not what annoyed me. It was the non stop talking. I get it I fucked up, your angry, but let it go.

"Are you going to keep staring or work because if not you can go home." She said loudly looking at me. Realizing I was not going to budge she rolled her eyes and went back to her work.

Standing up you slowly walk towards her. "What are you doing now." She asked sighing and resting her hands on the table. After a minute of silence and intense eye contact she started to get irritated. I would lie and say I was not turned on but that would get me no where.

I want her.

Want…Need.. same thing.

"You hate me?" I ask lowly tilting my head with a sly smirk leaning one hand on the table. She watches me for a moment eyeing me suspiciously. "Do. You. Hate. Me?" I ask again standing up and walking closer. Watching as she smirked back.

"No-" I give her no time to react grabbing her waist with my right hand and kissing her. She kisses back almost instantly roughly grabbing my neck.

Her lips were warm and soft. Parting  slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. She tasted sweet, like fresh strawberries.

Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the desk, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together. Although I loved kissing her I pulled back smirking.

She looked at me with lustful eyes. Watching my every move. "Why did you stop?" She asked clearly hot and bothered. I do not respond grabbing her hand and leading her to an empty desk.

Pulling her in-front of me slowly I push on on to the desk. Kissing from her lips, to her neck. Leaving light bruises on her skin. Hearing her moan finding pleasure from just from grinding on my thigh. “You sound so pretty.” Finding my way back to her lips.

I pull away from the kiss feeling how close she was. I want her to enjoy herself. As she comes down from her high I slowly rub her sensitive clit watching her pull away from me.

Lightly grabbing my wrist to stop me and catch her breath.

“I didn’t get to make you cum..but that’s fine because we are no where near done.”

[twisted-turtels]

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Words: 927

Note: This an idea that’s been in my head for days and I’ve been trying to ignore it because I have never wrote a fanfic and I don’t really know how to write well. I went for it anyways and here it is. Enjoy! I’m very open to criticism, maybe I’ll continue writing it.

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You’re lying in bed, trying to nap after a long day of school. Your professors are annoying, your classmates are annoying, and you wish everything and everyone would be quiet. As you’re finally about to close your eyes, your roommate and best friend, Riri Williams, bursts into your dorm room.

“Stupid Jackson tried to short me of my money after helping him with his project. I practically did his whole project!” She said as she rushed into the room, setting her bags down.

You groan as you rise from the bed like a vampire rising from their coffin, “I’m sure you couldn’t let that slide, right?” Riri turns towards you. “Of course not, that’s why I added an extra $200 on top of the $800 he gotta pay me. Bet he won’t try that again.” You both laugh together. “Anyways, don’t you have another class soon? Why are you back here?” You ask.

“I had to get something real quick, but I’m finna be gone in, like, 20 minutes-“You both turn your head when you hear a light knock on the door, “Riri Williams!” Says a deep but feminine voice. You look at Riri smugly. “Were you expecting someone?” “Um, I wasn’t, actually,” Riri says as she walks to the door. “Uh, if you’re here for ‘you know what,’ I gotta website for that shit now-“Riri opens the door, and standing there is Princess Shuri of Wakanda.

You hear Riri gasp and look towards the door to see Shuri walk past Riri into your room, telling her to “Shh” with her finger over her mouth. You turn towards Riri with wide eyes, and she turns back to you with even wider eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?” Riri asks Shuri. “I’m here about the vibranium detector you built for the CIA.” You look at Riri, “You built a vibranium detector for the CI-fucking-A?” She looks at you. “No, I built it for my metallurgy class. Remember how I told you about the professor who said I couldn’t do it? Well, I did.” She says with a smug face. “Okay, purr, that’s great, but why is she,” you point at Shuri, “here.” “A school project?” Shuri says in disbelief; she continues to ask, “How old are you?” Riri responds, “19.” “And this took you how long?” You stand up, walking towards the bathroom, “Almost two months.” You say while rolling your eyes. Shuri looks at you up and down as you walk away. Riri looks back and forth between you two and gives you an annoyed look. “Don’t look at me like that; I had to deal with you coming home late as hell because of the damn project; of course it annoyed me” You walk to the bathroom and make yourself look presentable while Riri and Shuri talk.

You walk out to hear Shuri say, “-come with me.” You walk to stand in between Shuri and Riri, “Woah, slow down there. Riri isn’t going anywhere. What is going on?” You look towards Riri and notice she has a panicked face, “Okay, you wait right here. I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You turn towards Shuri and ask, “What the hell is going on?” As you say that, Riri barely enters the bathroom until a tall, black woman walks out of the bathroom. You and Riri jump and back up towards the wall while you reach to grab what looks like a pen off your nightstand, and Riri grabs her speaker and holds it above her head as if she’s about to throw it. “I had it under control.” Says Shuri. “I said five minutes.” The stranger says. “Get out of our dorm!” You exclaim. The woman starts to walk towards you and Riri. “I am warning you, do not walk towards us!” The woman look towards Shuri with a faux shocked expression. “See how they teach the children to treat their guests. Hmph.” The following events seem to have happened in slow motion after that. Riri throws the speaker, the woman pulls out her spear, and the next thing you know, your spear is out in front of your best friend.

“You brought a spear in here!” “You have a spear!” Says Shuri and Riri, respectively. You’re only focused on a stranger in your room threatening your best friend. “We will not go anywhere until you tell us what’s happening.” You demand. The Wakandans look at you in shock, “Okay, listen, how about everyone puts away their weapons,” Shuri says, looking at mainly you and the stranger with a shocked expression. “Riri, you can bring your friend with us, but we have to go; they could be coming any minute now.” “We’re not going anywhere with you,” Riri says. “Okay then.”

Shuri and the stranger look at each other and walk towards the door while whispering loudly, “She can deal with that merman all by herself.” Shuri says. You and Riri look at each other in shock and put your weapons away. “What!” Riri exclaims. You and Riri look toward each other and make a silent agreement before looking back at Shuri. “Okay, we’ll come, but you must tell us what’s happening.” You say while looking Shuri in the eyes. “Okay, I will explain more on the way there; just please hurry and bring your-“she looks at the “pen” in your hand, and you look down with her “-important belongings.” Riri grabs her backpack, and you follow behind her. You look at the stranger with a glare and follow Shuri out the door.

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[szalipcombo]

can we put that purple tracksuit away in these fics, ivypark got a variety for the girls….

[kingstormpostsshit]

If you’re seeing whats happening with Letitia rn, there is no way you can say straight and she’s homo?? 💀

All you homophobics leave, cuz Letitia is ours /hj

[literaryavenger]

Obsessed

Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.

Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.

A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.

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This is terrible.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-

“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.

You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.

Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.

But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.

What a lovely best friend you have.

Anyways.

Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.

“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.

She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?

Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.

Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.

“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely. 

Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.

So who the fuck is here just to see him? 

Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.

Big mistake.

“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.

“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”

Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”

You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.

You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.

Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.

You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.

You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.

“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.

God, you love this little girl.

You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.

Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.

“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat. 

You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.

Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.

It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on. 

Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.

What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.

Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.

Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.

He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.

So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.

But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.

Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways. 

It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.

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Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

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Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff 

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together 

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers 

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty 

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released. 

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi 

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out 

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY 

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you 

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

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Who fell first and who fell harder?

⤷Marvel Edition

She fell first but you fell harder:

Kate Bishop, Jane Foster, Sharon Carter

You fell first but she fell harder:

Natasha Romanoff, Nebula, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers

You fell first and harder:

Gamora, Peggy Carter, Shuri, Maria Hill

She fell first and harder:

Wanda Maximoff, Mantis

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Shuri U. || Focus pt. 2 (smut ver.)

Warning • adult language, MDNI, 18+

Genre • smut

Pairing • Professor Shuri x black fem! Student Reader

A/n: These have the same beginnings but different endings.

Fluff Ver.

You took your professor up on her offer and called her over the weekend. She said she wasn’t busy and that you could come over.

You hung up confused by what she meant again, you thought she was going to meet you at a cafe but she invited you to her home.

You stood on the porch of the most lavish home you’ve ever seen, but you expected nothing less for a queen. You knocked a few times before the door swiftly flung open.

“You made it” she smiled opening the door wider “come in.”

You entered adjusting your bag as you looked around. It was such an amazing home you couldn’t even fathom living here.

“You’re home is beyond beautiful.”

“Thank you” she smiled “why don’t we go to my study” she placed a hand on your lower back guiding to her home office. Even the smallest, most innocent touches from her makes your body tingle.

“Alright let’s get started” she pulled out her laptop while you pulled out your notes.

“Ok so show me what we need to go over” you nodded flipping through your notes to the page covered in highlighted questions.

“Oh well-“ you giggled nervouslya bit taking it upon her self to look through your notes. You felt a bit ashamed and sunk into your seat, she must’ve noticed because she placed comforting hand on your knee giving it a light squeeze.

“Hey don’t worry this is what I’m here for” you mind went fuzzy thinking about her hand so close to your-

“Are you alright?” She asked leaning a bit closer.

“Y-yeah I’m fine” you have her a tight lip smile hoping it was believable.

You two spent the next few hours studying going over class material. You kept getting distracted in between mostly due to your ADHD but also because she kept getting closer and closer. You two were so close at this point your thighs we’re touching.

“So why’d you decide to become a professor?” You quizzed twirling your pencil between your fingers.

“Hmm well I wanted to share my knowledge with the world I figured since everything settled down with my country I could venture out and do my own thing” you nodded understanding. She’s such an inspirational person you thought.

“So since we’re done for today I wanted to know what you had planned for later on?” You eyebrows rise at such a random question like that coming from her.

“Oh well I nothing really do some grocery shopping and then head back home” she nodded tapping her fingers on her wooden table it was a bit of awkward silence for a bit.

“Professor Udaku?”

“Yes?”

“I still don’t feel confident enough in taking this exam. What if I fail? Should I just quit school or-“

“Y/n?” You perked up at the sound of your name. It was the first time she actually called you by your first name. You liked the way she said your name

“Yes?” You answered. She took her time before answering eyeing you up and down. You felt like you were completely naked in front of her right now which wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“We are both adults right?” She leaned forward from her man spreading positing still keeping eye contact with you. You gulped nodding slowly.

“Good so tell me what would you do to pass?” You breathing became ragged as she slid her chair closer.

“Wh-what do you mean? I-“

“Don’t act dumb cutie you know exactly what I mean” you adjusted yourself in your seat trying to process what was going on. Was she implying that if you sleep with her you’d pass? Or are you reading this whole situation wrong. While thinking over your next move she took your chin in between her thumb and index finger lifting your head up to look at her.

“So what do you say do you wanna pass or not?”

Obviously you chose the right logical option there was no other choice to make. And that’s how you ended up in this position, face down ass up.

Shuri’s had her nails sunk into your hips as she roughly pulled you back against her. Her room was with lewd sounds mixed with moans and skin slapping against each other.

“Oh oohhh shit sh-Shuri” she had your head pressed into her pillow as she abused your cunt with her strap. You felt like a complete slut right, back arched, drool sliding down your cheek and your eyes rolled to the back of your head but you didn’t care it felt good.

“You like that pretty girl, hmm?” She yanked your head up waiting for you to answer, but all what came out was a strained moan. She let out a soft chuckling as she slowed down.

“Sit up baby, come on I want you to ride me” you listened quickly sitting on your back, Shuri barely let you get adjusted for she grabbed pulling you onto her.

You slid down on her into with ease causing your eyes to roll fluttering shut “you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” she moaned against your neck and she left kisses along with a few bite marks.

“Shuri p-please” you begged her over and over as you bounced on her.

“Nnghh shit!” You sped up trying to reach your high, your thighs started to burn but you didn’t care.

“God you’re a little slut huh? Fucking me for a good grade?” She asked pulling you closer to her, she brought you into a bear hug and she help you ride her. She rested her head in the crook of your neck feeling herself in the verge of coming too.

“Oh shit I’m cl-close! Fuck!” You couldn’t hold it anymore as you came undone on her. Your moans were drawn out as your body went limp in her arms but she kept thrusting into you helping you ride out your high and soon after she came too.

“Shit that was good” she breathed as you slowly climbed off laying besides her.

“That did feel good” you gave her a small smile pulling the quilt over your naked body. She did the same as she propped her head on her hand taking a moment to stare at you.

She leaned in leaving a peck on your lips “You’re definitely getting that A.”

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Next To Me Pt. 14 (Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader)​

Shuri x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 11.6k (a little longer as an apology for being late...and for what happens :) )

Content: angst. Angst galore; fighting; mentions of bruises; did I say angst?; nightmares; Shuri finally comes to her senses

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Song Inspo:

“Runnin” - Beyonce, Arrow Benjamin

“No Peace” - Sam Smith, Yebba

“I wish I knew how it would feel to be free” - Andra Day

A/N: Sorry for it being so late y’all. I’ve been looking forward to writing this part for a while, and every draft I typed up was not meeting my own, absurdly high standards lmao so I kept deleting and rewriting until I finally came out with this! So I really hope y’all enjoy this, and I hope it makes you as emotional as it made me while writing it! <3

Recap:

“SHURI-”

Somehow, even over the sound of the child wailing in your ear and the sound of your voice screaming itself hoarse, you could hear the beeping stop.

There was a shockingly heavy silence that fell over the area, allowing just a sliver of hope to rest in your chest- hope that it was a false alarm…

And then the ground shook with an explosion that threw you off of your feet.

******

Ringing. The suffocating smell of smoke. The feeling of that smoke burning as it entered your nostrils and traveled to your lungs.

Shuri.

The air was filled with dirt, dust, and a heat that made your skin prickle. Your ears rang painfully with the remnants of the blast, the child's whimpering floating just beneath the sound. You could feel him squirming against your chest, and it quickly crossed your mind that maybe you were holding him too tightly; though, the feeling of his hands landing gently but urgently on your face told you otherwise. He gently patted at your cheek until your disoriented gaze landed on him, the outline of him swimming across your vision.

The ground was rough against your back, digging into the bruises and cuts you were sure to have from being thrown, but those wounds were preferred over having more harm come to the little boy in your arms.

Your breath left you in a wheeze as you sat up, and the next breath you drew in burned. The sensation made you choke slightly, one of your arms raising to cover your mouth and nose in vain. It only took hearing one cough from the child to realize that the burn you felt in your almost fully developed lungs was multiplied in his underdeveloped lungs. The thought prompted you to struggle to your feet while pushing the boy's head into your neck- an attempt to keep him from inhaling the smoke-filled air around you.

The haze in your mind remained, even as you gained your bearings enough to stumble towards the mouth of the alley. There was a pile of debris at the entrance, and the flames that danced from it effectively blocked your path back to the main clearing, and your path to the last place you had seen Shuri.

The desire to find a safe place for the boy battled with your desire to find her, which was more of a 'need' than a 'want'. The last you had seen of her, she was running into the very alley where the bomb had been planted.

There was a distant section of your mind that replayed the memory of watching as her panther suit engulfed her body, providing her an extra sense of protection; but the more keyed-up, panic induced part of your brain could only remember watching her run headfirst into danger, without a care in the damn world.

You didn't have enough mental fortitude at the moment to embrace the anger that stemmed from her actions. Instead, you busied yourself with squinting through the flames and the smoke, trying your hardest to see through to the other side.

The area that had just been filled with children and adults alike, laughing and conversing after long days at school and work, was now barren. Scattered throughout the area lay pieces of debris, still on fire and smoldering. The alley that had been the origin of the blast was just gone. Where there once had been a space big enough for a few people to walk down, there was now a pile of broken bricks and other kinds of rubble.

Your eyes took note of the destruction caused for only a second before turning your search to any sign of Shuri, only to no avail. There wasn't a single sign- not one that you could see.

The panic that gripped your chest made it all the more difficult to draw in a proper breath; the tears gathering in your eyes could have been a product of the toxic smoke, or a product of the horrific and unfathomable thoughts that shot through your mind, making you freeze in your spot.

After going through everything she had, a bomb from a cult was what took her? Took her from a country that adored her and her passed family members; took her from a number of palace personnel who viewed her as family and as a friend- more than just a queen.

Took her from you.

You simply couldn't comprehend it. You didn't want to comprehend it- not when there were still so many things that had been left unsaid between the two of you. You had forgiven her, but you still wanted so much more- you wanted to give her so much more. The possibility that you two's story- a story that had just began- had already ended sent a crippling fear through you. But you couldn't let it incapacitate you when a child's safety relied solely on your actions.

The boy in your arms coughed, letting out a choked whimper before burying his face deeper into your skin. The distress in his voice coupled with the shaking of his body was enough to kick you into action, making you turn away from the damage with the intent of finding a place that hadn't been touched by the blast.

Your legs shook slightly as you walked away. Your eyes blinked rapidly, burning with the feeling of tears trying to clear them of dust and smoke. The only cemented thought in your mind was getting the child to safety, and it prompted you to walk the same, trampled path the crowd had taken to escape. There had to be someone frantically looking for their child, and the sooner he was in their arms, the sooner you'd be able to start searching for those you had come with.

Start searching for Shuri.

Each turn was unfamiliar and unknown to you, but somehow in your dazed state, you were able to mark each turn in your mind. Though, that daze quickly sharpened, making everything around you clearer and louder in what could only be called fight or flight, when a hand landed on your shoulder.

With your arms tensing around the boy, you whirled around, taking a number of steps away from the unfamiliar presence. The man, who only copied your actions but toward you, had a distressed look on his dust covered face. His eyes were wide and as red as you suspected yours looked while his tears carved tracks into the dust on his cheeks. Even as you held a hand out as a caution and a warning, he continued forward, his own arms reached out; but not to you, but the little boy you held.

The man's voice cracked as he exclaimed something- something that held the familiarity and fear of a guardian for their child- and it was effective in grabbing the little boy's attention. His head turned to the side just enough for him to peer at the man, and then he was pulling his head up completely. His whimpering quickly changed to cries once more as his hands desperately reached out to the man, fingers flexing and almost urging him to pick him up.

The man surged forward without another word, his arms securing themselves around the little boy's body before pulling him into his chest. He placed his head on top of the boy's, his eyes momentarily closing as his lips moved soundlessly in what one could assume was a prayer of thanks. You didn't know the exact relationship between the man and the boy, but it was obvious that that they were familiar with each other. The man's utter relief at seeing the child's state of wellbeing told you all you needed to know, and it admittedly made a weight lift off your shoulders. You had kept him safe, even when surrounded by nothing but hostility and unfamiliarity.

The man started thanking you profusely, the gratitude making his voice thick with emotion, but you couldn't focus on his words. Instead of reassuring him that he had no reason to say thank you, that you were simply doing the right thing, your eyes were focused on the person slinking their way onto the small walkway you were standing on. Their head whipped back and forth before settling on you, their body freezing right afterward.

The question of whether the person needed help lingered on the edge of your mind, but the longer you watched them, the more the answer became clear. A scarf covered the lower half of their face, hiding their expression from you, but it couldn't hide the tension that gripped their body. It showed itself in their limbs which were coiled and looking ready to propel them toward you. The walkway suddenly seemed too small around you, and it only lessened as the person started making their way toward you and the father/son duo.

You didn't think when you placed a hand on the man's arm, urging him to turn and immediately put more distance between himself, his son, and the menacing figure. It didn't take much pressure for the man to do exactly that, leaving you alone with someone who's intentions were unknown but easy to guess.

And you didn't think when you spun on your heel, launching yourself down another walk away.

In hindsight, you'd like to say that you ran in a different direction so that you could lead the person away from the father and his son; but in the moment, you had run with the main intention of getting back to the clearing where you had seen Shuri, Okoye, and Aneka.

Your teeth violently clacked together with every step you took. Different parts of the village flew past your vision as you ran, but you were focused on only one thing in the moment: get the hell away from this asshole.

Each breath sawed in and out of your lungs, burning with every inhale and exhale. Your chest was tight, both from fear and exertion, and it only grew tighter as you continued speeding around corners in an attempt to get back. The loose dirt that covered the ground slid beneath your shoes, posing a threat and making it that much harder to put distance between the footsteps you could hear gaining from behind you.

In your hastened state of mind, you could've sworn you felt fingers ghosting across the back of your neck, intent on grabbing you. It only made you move faster, pumping the last bit of energy into your legs as the clearing finally came into view. At the threat of that hand growing closer, you grabbed the sleek, vibranium baton that hung from your belt. The cool metal was both comforting in its potential to protect yourself, and a stressor at the fact that it would be the first time you'd have to actually defend yourself- and possibly save yourself from an unknown threat. Except the person after you wasn't the only threat, and the real threat only became clear once you finally ran back to the clearing.

Over your own harsh and labored breathing in your ears, the sounds of combat could be heard in the area. There was the unmistakable sound of the Dora Milaje's spears grazing against other weapons, and it admittedly comforted you just a little, knowing that they were right there.

You had just stepped into the clearing when, for the second time in the day, you were being lifted off of your feet. It wasn't because of a blast, this time; it was because of the strong hand that grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled, effectively and abruptly halting your momentum and making your feet stumble under you.

It was relentless as it continued to pull you further back, away from the very people who could help you in the situation and towards a more secluded part of the area. Even through the raw panic consuming you, you were sensible enough to know that giving up could only result in harm coming to you, and it made you struggle harder against their pulling. It was no longer a thing of fight or flight; it was simply fight, and Okoye's voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, urging you to do exactly that.

"When struggling against an opponent who's bigger than you, you always use the element of surprise to your advantage. They're not expecting you to rush at them- they're expecting you to run. Show them why they're wrong."

With the next wrench of your shirt, you willingly and quickly entered their space. It was obvious that they had underestimated your next move, as they stumbled back before falling to the ground. It would've been a good chance for you to knock them out or even run, but their death grip on your shirt only caused you to fall to the ground beside them before letting go.

What little breath you had left escaped you in a dizzying rush at the impact, and when you attempted to pull it back in, it was tinged with dirt. It coated your tongue and your throat, adding on another layer of disorientation on top of the soreness wracking your body.

The dull pain that radiated from your already bruised back was next to unnoticeable as you attempted to roll over, one hand scrambling at the dirt to pull yourself away from the person's aggressive grip. You had just gotten one leg under your body, ready to launch to your feet, when a pain erupted from your scalp. The pain only spread as your own hair was used to pull you back to the ground, this time keeping you pinned into the dirt.

Your baton fell to the ground as you raised both hands, clutching at your hair in an attempt to lessen the strain of the person's grip. A yell that was equal parts pain and anger escaped through your gritted teeth at the feeling of someone climbing over you, trapping your legs between theirs despite the way they violently kicked.

Their eyes, wide and gleaming with a sick kind of satisfaction, appeared over your struggling figure, and they only brightened as they brandished an ancient, almost battered dagger. The shadows that the nearby fires cast on their face caused them to look even more menacing than their actions already made them out to be. You could see your reflection, bathed in the orange light of the same fire in their wide, manic eyes; you could see the look of pure rage that had taken over your features, your lips twisted into a snarl that probably matched the person's beneath their scarf.

That rage grew as a mocking laugh left their lips, their head shaking as if scorning a child. The hand that held the dagger lifted, but instead of plunging it into your chest, it pulled down the edge of the scarf, revealing a twisted smile at your expense.

"Don't worry…your death will precede the coming of our goddess…your sacrifice won't be in vain, child."

His grip tightened on the dagger as he raised it once more; his hand that was twisted into your locs tightened as well, preparing to hold you down for when he brought it down. Too busy was he basking in what he undoubtedly interpreted as fear that he didn't notice your fingers closing around a large rock you had managed to reach.

He only noticed once you raised it, bringing it into the side of his head with all of the strength you could muster. There was a sickening sound as it made contact with his skull, and it was accompanied by the sound of his body thudding to the ground.

The second your legs were free, you were rolling onto your stomach and grabbing your discarded baton with a shaky hand. Your scalp throbbed as you staggered quickly to your feet, your chest rising and falling heavily with the effort it took you to get to this point. But as you met the man's furious and crazed gaze, every remnant of panic still coursing through your veins dissipated, leaving nothing but a heavy and consuming rage.

Not even the thought that you had just faced certain death could cool the heat of that rage as it raced through you, and seeing the man stagger to his feet, ready to once again attack you- a person who had done nothing but fall into a set of circumstances set up by him and those like him- made you seethe even more. He looked at you as if you were the one who had tried to kill him only moments before.

You didn't feel an ounce of remorse in your body as you extended the baton before jamming the end of it into his ribcage and twisting. His body shook momentarily, electric volts running rampant throughout his entire being before going still as you retracted it.

Your eyes stayed fixated on his body, searching for any signs of movement besides the slow rise and fall of his chest. Only after failing to see any did you turn on your heel, your attention now set on the clearing and the sounds of fighting still emanating from it. One would think that the adrenaline in your body would fade after getting through the ordeal that had caused it to activate in the first place, but it was the exact opposite as your steps pace picked up the closer you grew to the noises.

Chaos was the only word that could adequately describe the scene you ran into. The Dora Milaje's red and silver could be seen moving quickly throughout the area, taking down any person who dared to approach them. It was easy to differentiate between Doras and cult members as they flooded the clearing, and you found that you were relieved to see not a single Dora laying on the ground, injured or worse.

Even with the frenzy of activity happening, you still tried your hardest to look for familiar faces: Okoye, Aneka, Eza…Shuri. Your eyes strained as you looked for just a glimpse of a gold and black suit, and it almost caused you to miss the fist aiming straight for your face.

It was instinct that caused you to duck under the arm, but it was Okoye's voice in your mind, once again, that made you roll across the ground and out of their reach. The world righted itself as you came to a stop, jumping to your feet once more. It all happened just in time for you to see another person running full speed at you, their mouth open in a threatening and almost manic yell.

Your answering yell was lost amidst the sounds of the battle, but your throat burned with the intensity of it as you rushed to meet them halfway. No longer were you looking at your surroundings through a lens of panic; the cultists had invaded this village with the sole purpose of causing destruction, chaos, and fear for a twisted cause- a cause that was built and enforced through pain and panic.

They were victims just as much as you were…and it pissed you off.

The woman held a pipe in her hands, her knuckles white where they gripped and raised it, preparing to use it in any way to inflict as much pain as she could. Her steps were quick as she approached you, and had you not been focused, it would've surely frightened you; but she was now just a person who had to be subdued and not a person who could take your life.

Fights were often depicted as happening in slow motion in movies and books, but the same could not be said for the fight you had found yourself in; instead of her movements being slow and drawn out, they seemed to happen as quick as they possibly could, almost as if someone had pressed the fast forward button on a remote. You made sure to send a silent and quick thanks to Okoye and her training, as you couldn't have possibly defended yourself without her instruction.

The pipe whistled through the air right above your head, alerting you to just how close she was as you stepped forward and ducked. You spun with bent knees, your hands twisting just slightly around your staff as you brought it into the woman's abdomen. A grunt left your mouth as the impact reverberated up the length of your arms, but you didn't dare stop there.

Your knee was waiting as she doubled over, raising and connecting squarely with the bridge of her nose. The quick attack made her head snap back, effectively freeing your staff from where it had been trapped against her bent figure and allowing you to step back. She staggered backwards, a pained shriek leaving her mouth as her hands clutched at her nose. The light from the fires allowed you to see the bright red that gushed from between her fingers and dribbled down her chin into the dirt. Her watery eyes were furious as they fixated on you, but your actions only made that fury melt into surprise as you raised a foot, kicking out and making contact with her chest hard enough to throw her back. There was a thud as she landed in the dirt, and her groans soon followed, joining the other sounds of pain and battle around you.

"What in Bast’s name are you doing here?!"

Relief shot through you at the sound of Okoye's angry, albeit concerned, voice. It wasn't hard to spot her, as she had at some point fought her way through the clearing to you and now stood in front of you. The exasperation in her eyes echoed in her voice as she stared wide-eyed at you. Her spear was held in a defensive stance in front of her, and even though her eyes were on you, you knew that should she approached, she'd be able to handle herself just fine.

"Why didn't you go with the villagers?!"

"That's kind of a long story-!"

Yours words were quickly cut off at the sound of another voice yelling and growing closer. Both you and Okoye's gazes turned in time to see a man wielding a club of some kind running towards the two of you, and you both acted without thinking or communicating.

While you swung your staff at the man's knees, immediately making his legs buckle, Okoye spun her spear until the end of it connected with the man's back. You watched as she delivered an electric blow to his body before pulling away, the man falling to the ground and becoming still.

"We have no time for stories- get to safety!" As she scolded you, she continued spinning her spear in a way that was uniquely Okoye, using it to take down every cultist that grew too close to her; but with every cultist she took down, the further she grew from you. It only crossed your mind that she was drawing them away from you when the path in front of you was suddenly clear of cultists- well, cultists who were still conscious and a threat.

You had no intention of staying there and refusing Okoye's order (even if you wanted to tell her how you took down someone all by yourself), but the matter of Shuri's location was still at the forefront of your mind. It would've been unprofessional and distracting to ask Okoye if she had seen her…but with every passing second of you thinking the worst had happened, the antsier you grew.

And it only became harder to focus when another figure entered your line of sight, blocking the exit that you had been contemplating taking. Upon seeing them, you immediately tightened your grasp on your staff, raising it to mimic the same stance Okoye had taught you; but it didn't take long for you to notice that your staff would be no good against them.

The rope that they held in their hands seemed harmless upon first glance; but as they started swinging it, the piece of metal on the end catching the reflection of the fires, it quickly became obvious that it was the exact opposite of harmless. They were the exact opposite of harmless, and their eyes were fixated on you.

Ah, shit.

Behind you was the collapsed alleyway, on fire and crumbling into ashes; on each side of you, there was fighting; the only way out of the area was through the person who was currently swinging a dagger on the end of a rope while taking slow steps towards you. By the time you reached them, they'd have had ample amount of time to throw the rope in your direction, and your staff was no use in stopping it. In Okoye's hands it might have been; not in yours.

They moved quicker than you could, twisting their body and using the momentum to throw the end of the rope towards you. It approached too fast for you to even try deflecting it, the metal shining as it whistled through the air.

You saw a flash of black move quickly in your peripheral, and it was easy to liken it to a shadow cast by one of the many people in the clearing. But then that flash of black moved closer, and much quicker than the dagger moved; and then something heavy was barreling into the side of you.

The initial impact was enough to knock the wind straight out of you, leaving you almost dizzy with the loss. You expected to be thrown like a ragdoll onto the ground, followed by coming face to face with yet another threat to your life; but the arms around you weren't tight with the intention of subduing you.

You could feel one of their hands protecting your head as you skidded across the bumpy ground. Not only that, but they had also maneuvered you so that you were half on top of them, causing them to take the brunt of the fall. The voice that grunted in your ear sounded familiar, as did the feeling of their arms holding you closer to them, even after you came to a stop. The breath that had been knocked out of you became stuck in your throat as you attempted to draw it in once more, your head raising in alarm and instantly coming face to face with black, silver, and gold.

"Why are you out here?!"

"Where the hell have you been?!"

Both you and Shuri's voices battled to be heard over the other, the same level of indignation and surprise lacing your words. As you gazed down at her, her mask retracted, showing her wide eyed and shocked faced. The relief you had felt at hearing her voice tripled at the sight of her, unharmed, albeit a little angry.

Her hands moved to grab your arms before she sat up, pulling you with her. The threat was all but forgotten as you gripped each other's arms, basking in the sudden but relieving presence of the other. She only stepped back slightly to let her eyes run over your dirtied and bruised figure, and the sudden blaze that appeared in her eyes rivaled the fires surrounding you. Maybe it was the warmth from the fires, but you could've sworn that your skin grew warmer where her hands touched you.

"Y/N, you can't be out here- why are you out here?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as she pulled you closer, her head leaning down to meet your eyes desperately. Her voice was hoarse, undoubtedly a result of the smoke and her yelling throughout the battle. Your was just as hoarse as you answered, and it was a lot more winded than hers.

"Its not like I came looking to fight! I was trying to help a kid and then got chased- is this really the time to talk about this?!"

A noise close to a growl left her mouth as she looked around, seeing that the two of you were surrounded by Doras and cultists alike. The person who had thrown the rope dart at you had at some point been knocked unconscious, and it wasn't hard to guess by who; especially after seeing Aneka's figure standing over her. You supposed it was a good thing, seeing that the cultists' numbers had dwindled significantly, but there were still a few fights going on around you that drew your attention. Shuri noticed the same thing, but it seemed to reassure her enough to the point where she could focus solely on you.

You hadn't felt her hands sliding upwards until one landed on your shoulder while the other gently tilted your face from side to side. Her eyebrows met in a frown as she inspected you, but you could do nothing but stand there and fight the chills that her touch evoked.

"You should have gone with the villagers. Or hidden. Or done anything that would have kept you from here."

The worry was apparent in her voice, but so was the slightly scolding tone she had taken on. It was the same one Okoye used when you did something wrong in training, and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes. Had you been in a normal setting and not bruised and aching all over, maybe you would have found it slightly endearing. You would have even cracked a joke or shot back something smart; but now you were just focused on how ironic it was that she was speaking to you about you the risk of your actions when she had run face first towards an active bomb.

"Trust me, I would have rather gone with the villagers and avoided all of this. But I didn't, and now we're here, so…now what?"

You raised a challenging eyebrow, your head tilting slightly. There was a small part of you that acknowledged the lie behind your words, as sometime during the night you had come to the conclusion that you'd had no problem laying cultists out; but you wouldn't mention that to Shuri. It would only result in her frown deepening and a more intense scolding being directed towards you.

Your answer satisfied her, albeit temporarily, as she turned to face the figure who approached the two of you. The fighting had come to an end, unbeknownst to you, and while Okoye approached you, the rest of the Dora Milaje worked on rounding up the cultists that they could find.

It was hard to tell your body that the fighting was over, your limbs remaining tensed and shaking slightly with adrenaline. The sensation made your brain run on overdrive, causing your eyes to dart any and everywhere, even as Okoye spoke.

"We're rounding up every cultist we can, and we plan on questioning a good majority of them. Ayo and Aneka will stay and oversee the cleanup. We should make our way back to the palace and speak about our next move." She shot Shuri a look that you couldn't quite discern, and it worried you.

Shuri spared her a glance, her jaw tightening at its silent implications before looking back at you. There was a guarded look in her eye, and you immediately chalked it up to her still being in a battle-influenced mindset, and not because she was pulling away once again.

The circumstances were familiar, as they had led to Shuri pushing you away the first time. The festival, both of you facing an element of danger, you once again coming out of it with battle wounds; it made sense for you to be nervous.

Watching Okoye and Shuri communicate silently was only a warning that you should be nervous about other matters, but you'd surely find out why sooner or later.

******

You had every intention of asking every Dora you knew how they dealt with the adrenaline drops after battles. Despite all of them being fully trained and undoubtedly used to the adrenaline drop you were experiencing, you would gratefully take any advice they had to give. It was becoming increasingly harder to focus and comprehend the words falling from Shuri, Okoye, and Eza's mouths. The conference room that had become a frequent meeting location was too bright, and the chair you were in somehow pressed into every single bruise you sported on your body. You were growing closer to the definition of 'overstimulated'.

"Wait, lemme get this straight," you leaned forward in the chair you were sitting in, hands raising to rub at your face. "The jewelry shop owner, Mr. Memvaba, almost joined the cult- uh, Harbingers of Bast- at first?"

All three women nodded in tandem, confirming your words. Your eyes closed as you tried to recount the events they had just relayed to you, including the conversation that they had with Mr. Memvaba and what had come of it.

"Okay. So after he agreed to be inducted, they took him to another site- a site that he doesn't know or remember the location of- where they started to initiate him. After hearing the terms and agreements of the cult-"

"The cult's values, yes-"

"- he changed his mind on the spot, which resulted in them attacking him?" You heard Shuri's correction, but you were quite frankly too tired to acknowledge it with other than a quick nod. Your fatigue didn't stop the questions from popping into your mind, but it did make it a struggle to articulate them.

"How did he get away? I doubt that they'd let him get away, especially after seeing a spot that they probably consider important or sacred."

Your worries that your question didn't make sense eased as you noticed the looks on their faces. Eza was the first one to speak, answering your question.

"According to him, a group from the border patrol traveled through the area at the same time, scaring them away before they could hurt him more, or do worse. The patrol group drove him to the hospital where he was admitted, though the attack caused some…memory problems." She ended her statement with a sigh, leaning her head on her propped-up fist.

The night had quite obviously taken a toll on everyone present, though some of you were better at playing it off than others. Eza, who had found herself in the midst of a group of panicked villagers and fighting off any cultist that approached was just as dirty and exhausted as you, so you didn't feel alone in your fatigue. You only wondered if her body was as close to collapsing as yours was.

"So…he doesn't remember anything?" Your indignation was clear as you quickly looked up at her, your eyebrows furrowed. "Not a single thing?"

"He only remembers being approached by followers of Harbingers of Bast, being asked if he was 'ready for her coming,' and then being blindfolded and put in a vehicle. They didn't say a word on the trip, he just barely remembers arriving at the location they picked, and his memory of the initiation itself is muddled and almost incomprehensible."

The frustration you felt wasn't directed at the man, as he had been through a traumatizing situation and his brain had done what it needed to protect him; but you were frustrated about the circumstances that were just constantly stacked against you all. For every indication that the situation was close to being resolved, a new obstacle waited just around the corner. It was maddening enough to the point where you couldn't fathom the frustration Shuri felt; you didn't know if you could at this moment in time.

A sigh mixed with an imperceptible groan left your mouth, your head lowering until it could rest on the table's top. The coolness of the surface sent a small shock through you, but you didn't move; you were too busy forcing thought upon thought of what would happen next onto your exhausted brain.

We don't know who their leader is. We don't know where they operate. We don't know what they plan on doing next.

Why were they there at the same time as you? Was it a planned attack? Had they known that you all would be there, or had it been a coincidence? Had you all brought them to the village?

There were more questions than answers when it came to your progress, and thinking about it only made the night worse. It made the headache that had been slowly forming in your temple expand until it felt like the woman from earlier had her rope wrapped tautly around your skull. The position you had found yourself in sent both sensations of pain and relief through your body. Your arched back pulled and constricted the bruises you had earned while your muscles sighed in relief as you rested your weight on the table.

"We should rest for the night." Despite having no room for disagreement in her voice, Okoye's words were spoken as softly as they could be. It signaled that although the night had been absolute hell, now it was time to accept what had happened and focus on what had yet to happen.

"We'll meet tomorrow to discuss our next course of action. Until then, clean yourself up. Get some rest. This is far from over."

Despite being given as orders, there was a hint of concern underlying her words, and as you raised your head to meet her eyes, you could see that they looked at you with concern and another emotion that you could liken only to sympathy.

"We won't train tomorrow morning. You need all the rest you can get."

"W-what?" Her words made you quickly sit up, your hands grasping the edge of the table at the soreness radiating through your limbs. "No, I'll be fine after going to sleep. We can train- I need to train."

Maybe it was that same sympathy in her eyes that made you ask for the very thing your body was dreading. Maybe it was the knowledge that with the training you had acquired so far, you had taken down a man twice your size on your own; what else could you accomplish if you continued training?

Or maybe it was the feeling that, after a night of events that had changed so much, one more change was being added to that list. Maybe it was pathetic, but with the night's events came a sense of unpredictability that washed over you with an intensity you couldn't ignore. The consistency you associated with training was being threatened by none other than the people who had already taken a good portion of your sense of safety.

The realization prickled at your skin.

"You need to rest. We need you with a clear mind tomorrow."

Your mouth opened, ready to argue against Okoye's words, but her previously sympathetic eyes had turned to a scolding look- one that dared you to argue with her. Even in your aggravated, hurt state, you knew better than to do so, and it showed in the way you clenched your jaw before nodding wordlessly.

The silence was too loud as it settled over the room. The sound of the blast rumbled in your ears, not quite vivid, but apparent enough to make you wince slightly in the silence. You were grateful when Eza pushed back from the table, standing and placing a hand on your back. As much as you liked the older woman, you had to fight to keep from shrugging it off. It was no fault of hers, but entirely because of the overstimulation your senses were slowly starting to experience.

You didn't look as she nodded at Okoye and Shuri before walking out of the conference room, shutting the door quietly behind her. The silence continued until, with a short, curt nod from Shuri, Okoye turned and followed right behind Eza. Before the door closed, she shot you a look that seemed to reiterate her words; a warning, recommendation, and order wrapped into one look.

The chair across from you was pulled out, letting Shuri sit in it while she was turned toward you. Your gaze rested on her clasped hands, making her lean forward slightly. She placed her elbows on her knees, dipping her head slightly to meet your gaze.

The concern in her eyes was undeniable as they roamed slightly over your limbs before connecting back with yours.

"I can give you something for any pain you are feeling."

Her words were hesitant, but the softness of her voice slightly cured your desire for some kind of comfort, but not just any kind of comfort; her comfort. The realization wasn't startling, as it had always been there, buried deep in your being. Even when the two of you weren't on the best of terms, it was always there, waiting to be tapped into and waiting to be cured, even for just a second.

You basked in the bit of comfort her voice gave before realizing that you hadn't responded. You took a shaky breath before shaking your head slightly.

"Uh- no, I'm fine. Just a few bruises- nothing a nice shower won't help."

She had barely spoken on the flight back to the palace except to ask if you were okay. It hadn't concerned you, as no one had spoken much.; you had all been too caught up in your own thoughts about what had happened. Now, you took the time to look closely at her, trying to discern the thoughts that passed quickly over her face.

Confusion, anger, exhaustion…fear.

That last emotion coated her words as her face shifted slightly, her eyebrows furrowing and eyes becoming guarded.

"What were you thinking, Y/N? You should have found somewhere safe to hide- anywhere but in the middle of that fight."

"I was actually looking for you. And speaking of safety- what the hell were you thinking, running straight towards the explosion?"

Your reply was quick, sitting right on the tip of your tongue. It was a question that you had been wanting to ask since the moment it happened, and now that you had the chance, you could feel your own frustration rising.

The sigh mixed with the flash of indifference that crossed her face made your eyebrows furrow. It was apparent that she thought you were overreacting, but you felt you were reacting in a perfectly logical way.

Maybe not perfectly logical, but your reaction was definitely understandable- at least in your eyes. And despite being afraid to label the feelings that had caused your worries, you could still point out the reasoning behind them. But as the conversation continued, you worried less about how logical your reasoning was, and more about how Shuri couldn't see why you felt the way you did.

"I was thinking that I have a suit made out of vibranium and that I could handle it."

"Well, maybe I was thinking that I could handle being there. And I kind of did, might I add."

Emphasis on the 'kind of', but you wouldn't let her know that. Telling her how you had struggled a bit to get away from one person would prove her point in her eyes, which was ironic because it proved the exact opposite in yours. You knew her words were coming from a place of worry and care, but so were yours; she just wasn't willing to hold them to the same light because of the circumstances that differed between the two of you- namely, the fact that she was the Black Panther.

"You could have died tonight!"

You attempted to keep your voice calm, but it only resulted in Shuri seeing it as you not bothering to care. The mere thought of you not caring about your own safety is what made her stand up before walking a few steps away. Her hands rubbed down her face in frustration, and that same frustration echoed in your words as you watched.

"I could've- we all could've. But I didn't."

"Just because you didn't doesn't mean that you weren't reckless! How can you not see that?"

You reminded yourself what Deja Vu was as you stood up in indignation. It was yet another argument between the two of you, but the only difference was neither of you could pretend as if you didn't care. This argument was taking place because you both cared deeply for the other; it didn't help, though, that neither of you could outright say what you longed to say.

Right now, those undeniable and unadulterated feelings of affection could only be expressed through words that were sharpened by the overstimulation of the night's events and seeing the other in danger.

"Shuri, the only thing I saw was you running headfirst toward an active bomb, so don't lecture me about being reckless!"

"I can afford to be reckless because I have the herb! You cannot!"

"You can't be reckless like that when you have people who need you! You have a country that needs you, you have friends who need you- I need you!"

Your words echoed back at you with a realization that made you falter slightly. The chair beneath your tightly gripped hands was cold to the touch but quickly warmed under your skin.

Shuri dropped her hands that had been waving animatedly, both of them falling to her sides. Her lips parted, and even from your distance, you could see her breath hitch. The muscles beneath her panther suit tensed and untensed, almost as if she were trying to decide whether to walk towards you or turn away.

If she turned away…

It was all suddenly too much. The adrenaline fading from your veins, leeching every bit of remaining energy you had and making your limbs shake uncontrollably; the quick flashes in your mind of the destruction and pain you had seen, and experienced, earlier in the night; the broken and shocked look on Shuri's face at your outburst.

You couldn't bring yourself to take your words back or even regret them, as they had come from a part of your being that was so raw that they were undeniable and powerful in their delivery. They hung in the air between you two, making the lab appear smaller than it was; it caused a charged energy to settle over the both of you, and you knew that it would only continue to grow until one of you broke it.

But it soon became clear that you would have to be the one to break it, and the feeling only added another blow to your already vulnerable state. Your chest tightened with emotion that you didn't want to show.

"Shuri, I-"

You raised the heels of your palms to your eyes, pressing against them until all you could see were black spots, and until you knew that you'd be able to keep the tears at bay. It took a few seconds of which you spent swaying slightly in your spot, taking deep breaths that hurt with each inhale and exhale.

You didn't see the small step Shuri took towards you, nor the way her hands clenched and unclenched with the desire to reach out to you.

"Yes, you are the Black Panther," The defeat in your words made Shuri wince, the action going unnoticed by you. "and yes, you can do things most can't. But that doesn't mean that you can just risk your life without thinking of what would happen if you didn't come back. You have no idea what I would-"

The words became stuck in your throat as you lowered your hands, your red and swollen eyes meeting Shuri's. You hadn't known what to expect when looking at her, but seeing her eyebrows furrowed in what looked like contemplation as she stared back made you pause.

A village in her country had just been attacked by a group who was increasingly becoming a problem, and here you were, the closest you had ever gotten to expressing your affections for the young royal. You took her silence as her not knowing what to say; or maybe she knew what she needed to say, but she didn't know how to say it.

Maybe this wasn't what she needed, or wanted, right now.

The thought was the last needed blow to your wounded vulnerability, and with a short nod of your head, you stepped around the chair. Your feet carried you slowly to the door, your limbs too tired to even lift your feet completely. The door handle felt like the last obstacle of the night as you grabbed it, as part of you wanted badly to stay and demand she say something. The more prideful, exhausted part of you demanded that you leave immediately and find solace in the small amount of sleep you'd try to get.

"You're more than just a Queen and protector, Shuri."

You words weren't angry as you left her in the conference room. Dejected? Sure. Exhausted with a tiredness that went way beyond a physical feeling? Absolutely. Aside from professing yourself to her, something you weren't even sure was a good idea, there was nothing you could do.

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, and they both had taken on the shape of the young Queen you had left in the room.

*******

"You're more than just a Queen and protector, Shuri."

Your words stayed on Shuri's mind long after you left her in the conference room. She only took a break from dwelling on them to chastise herself for letting you walk out in the first place, and it took every bit of her willpower to not follow right behind you,

Igwala- coward she had called herself while watching you walk away. Half of her, the more reasonable part, she'd say, screamed at her to ask for but a minute of your time to explain how sorry she was for putting you through that. She wanted to reassure you that she needed you as well, which is why she ran straight for the explosive. She hadn't seen an active bomb; she had seen a threat to your life, and the lives of those around you, and she had acted without thinking. The thinking had come later after she had seen the disbelief and relief mix on your exhausted face, and it had only increased after your departure. It only continued to increase as she lay awake in bed, tossing and turning with every thought of what could've been.

She had fully expected these thoughts to keep her from getting a peaceful night's rest despite the night itself being the opposite of peaceful. But it wasn't the remnants of the thoughts that had woken her up.

Shuri couldn't exactly pinpoint what made her shoot upright in her bed, her chest heaving on air that seemed too little and too much all at once. Her mind was in too much of an unspecified panic that she didn't even take notice of how late or early it was. She only cared about the very real, very debilitating feeling of unbridled fear currently washing over her body, each wave seeming to scream one thing and one thing only.

Y/N.

Chalking it up to her troubled thoughts bleeding into the start of a nightmare or dream of some kind seemed the logical thing to do at first. It had happened before, the subject of your safety starring in a nightmare of hers, but she couldn't remember any nightmare happening before waking up. And even if she had been in the midst of having one, she couldn't focus on it now; there was a feeling of dread spreading throughout her entire being that took all of her attention.

Chills erupted across her skin as she threw back her covers, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her breath shuddered on its way out while her eyes closed momentarily in an attempt to ground herself. She could ask Griot for your status, or she could get up herself to check on you- solely for the purpose of calming her worries. Or she could leave you alone; she had already disappointed you enough for the night.

Or she could do what every iota of her being was pushing her to do, and that was to set her eyes on you, even for just a second to reassure herself that you were okay. It was foolish of her to think that she'd be able to go back to sleep after being woken up by her worries centered around you; it was a realization that came right before she stood and made her way to the door.

Maybe if she just saw that you were alright, it would ease her worries. Would you invite her in like last time? Would she leave before you woke up…like last time?

However, her body froze the second she touched the door handle, and it wasn't because of her thoughts. It wasn't because of her hesitation to face you. It was because of the sound that she could now hear floating through the walls of her room.

The heightened senses she had been gifted could be both a blessing and a burden; but now, they were something that brought only heartbreak, as they allowed her to hear the cries that tumbled from your lips.

The door was wrenched open without a care of the damage it could cause. Her feet propelled her down the familiar path to your room. Every second that passed where you weren't in front of her was a second she'd regret. Her heart had quickened to the point where she could no longer feel it; all she could feel was the anxiety and fear that made her chest feel as if it had finally caved in.

The hallway seemed too long as she bounded down it. Her steps seemed too slow as your door finally came into view. Her heart seemed to stop altogether as your cries and whimpers increased in volume, and as she finally approached your door, she could practically feel them settle over her entire being. They made weak right where she stood, her hand reaching and grasping the handle of your door for stability.

The sound that left her mouth was borderline mournful as she found your door to be locked, and she had just tightened her grip, fully intending on breaking the handle when a subtle click rang out. And then she was throwing herself beyond your door, her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness of your room while her ears led her in the direction of your being. When her eyes finally settled on you, the weight of what she was seeing forced her to stagger to your side.

Your eyes moved around wildly beneath your eyelids, showing that a nightmare had you in its grip and had no intention of letting go anytime soon. Your curled-up figure shook slightly, as you had kicked the covers off of your body at some point, and both of your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head, the fabric stretching taught under your stiff fingers.

The fear that marred your face echoed in the words that slipped past your lips as you shifted in distress. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and as if it wanted to cause her the most pain, the shaft of moonlight grazed your face just enough to perfectly illuminate the tears that had carved a path into your brown skin. Your eyebrows were scrunched in distress, and she longed for nothing more than to reach forward and smooth away the frown that had taken up place on your face.

But it wasn't just the realization that you were having a nightmare that twisted Shuri's stomach, making her feel as if she were about to become sick.

"Please…don't leave."

"Shuri, don't…you can't leave me…"

Her eyes burned at the words that surged out of your mouth. Her muscles locked up, not exactly knowing how to proceed, but knowing that you were stuck in a part of your mind that she couldn’t protect you from. It was another failure on her part that would torment her.

She raised a hand, running the backs of her shaky, unsteady fingers against the tear tracks. Her fingers collected the tears, wanting nothing more than to catch every single one before they could fall, heavy and weighed down with fear and pain. They were immediately replaced with more as she watched. 

"Y/N...sithandwa, wake up. You're okay. You're...safe." The word became stuck in her throat as she allowed herself to dwell on it for a second too long.

How many times had she assured you that you were safe with her? And how many times had she failed to uphold that statement that had always been a promise in her eyes? How could she continue to reassure you when she couldn't even keep you safe in her own country?

How could she call herself a protector of her country and the ones she loved when she couldn't protect the one person who was the object of all of her desires?

Her other hand raised to slip under yours, unfurling your fingers from the sheet so that they could curl around hers instead. She brought them to her lips, pressing a kiss against them and hoping that the gesture would rouse you from your own mind, or at the very least bring you a small amount of comfort.  

 Nightmares were a familiar concept to Shuri, having plagued her dreams after every traumatic event she had ever been through. Her father's death had been accompanied by dreams of the explosion that had taken place; she had woken up, swearing that she could smell smoke and taste dust. The time Killmonger ruthlessly threw T'Challa over Warrior Falls; she'd wake up with tears that wouldn't stop until her brother held her with the reassurance that he was still there. The Blip had resulted in her dreaming of the battle and the moments before she faded into nothingness, the image of her skin turning to literal particles forever seared into her mind. 

T'Challa's death, brought on by a sickness she couldn't cure, had tortured her with the images of her beloved brother who was usually strong and bright-eyed, a smile stretching as wide as his skin would allow, confined to a hospital bed and the color in his eyes as she could only watch in hopelessness. Her brother hadn't been there to reassure her of his presence anymore, and she hadn't wanted anyone else to come into her room lest they see the way she had struggled to find her breath, her eyesight blurry and her chest aching with grief that threatened to choke her. 

Her mother's death...that had plagued her dreams with a crystal clear repeat of that day, except she had been in the throne room when Namor had attacked, and she had only been able to watch as her mother was lost to an inky blackness that she couldn't penetrate. The nightmare had always ended with her mother's hand fading into that blackness as an unseen force pulled her further away. The nightmare still ended with that being the last thing Shuri saw, to this very day. It still made her wake up with a fear that transcended all understanding because it was just as intense and visceral as the moment it happened. 

She could see that same fear on your face, tightening the corners of your lips and making your frown deepen. Only this time, she knew that whatever caused your fear had to do with her. 

Her eyes watered. Her throat constricted with a cry that wouldn't come out, choosing instead to choke her until it made her chest burn. She imagined that you felt the same, but hoped that it was only half of what she felt; the thought of you feeling that same unadulterated fear because of her was unfathomable.

Her voice cracked painfully as she spoke.

"S'thandwa, I'm right here-"

"love you...Shuri...stay with..."

And then she couldn't breathe. She couldn't draw breath in because your words had sucked all of the air out of the room, along with every breath that circulated through her body. She had to bury her face into the side of your bed to keep the whimper from escaping her mouth, brought on by the pain coating your words; brought on the profession you had just subconsciously made.

Her movements were prompted only by the desire coursing through her veins as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to the crown of your head. She let her eyes close, knowing that if she were to leave them open, the tears that had gathered would surely fall and join yours on your skin. Her thumbs rubbed away the tears that continued to fall as she breathed you in, her heart subconsciously matching yours as it continued to pound away. 

"Ndiyakuthanda..."

The phrase was whispered into your skin. She willed it to travel through any and every aspect of your nightmare until it reached your consciousness. She willed it to bring you back from that horrifying visual and back to her. 

Your cries turned to sniffles that interrupted your breathing every few seconds, and your grip on the pillow beneath your head lightened; but her hand remained clutched in yours, even as your breathing evened out and your pulse slowed to a steady pace. Shuri hadn't moved an inch, except to pull back enough for her eyes to once again land on your face. Your eye movement had stopped, but your eyebrows had furrowed once more. 

The hand that gripped hers tightened momentarily as a sigh left your mouth, your head shifting slightly. 

The only warning Shuri received was the muffled sound of your heart increasing slightly- a sign that you were slowly waking up. The hand that gripped hers tightened momentarily as a sigh left your mouth, your head shifting slightly.

She didn't know what caused her to do what she did next; all she knew was that the anger she felt toward herself at that moment rivaled the first time she had let you walk away from her, anger in your steps and betrayal in your eyes. Her self-inflicted insults of being a coward increased towards herself.

At the first signs of you waking up, she gently slipped her hand out of yours, laying it on the bed next to you, before staggering to her feet. Instead of staying and offering soft apologies for her actions, or for anything else she had done that had caused you to go through this, she let her feet carry her to your door. And only after she had cleared your doorway, shutting it softly behind her, did she let her own tears fall.

They scorched her skin with resentment towards herself as she pressed herself to the wall right outside of your door. They only increased as she heard your small gasp of awareness, your body shifting against the soft sheets as you presumably reminded yourself where you were.

They threatened to overwhelm her as a forlorn and hoarse cry escaped your throat, bordering on a whine that was quickly muffled by the fabric of the pillow. The sound was heavier than the ones you had let out subconsciously, and the realization as to why forced Shuri to push away from the wall and away from you so that she could drown herself in the pain, the confusion, and the longing that drew a visceral reaction out of her.

Her brain worked on overdrive, trying to find a reason as to why she ran; but it was also frozen in the moment when you had uttered those two words, followed by her name. It was frozen in the moment when you had clutched desperately at her hand, your face scrunching up in an expression she'd give anything to never see contort your features again.

It was frozen at the moment when it made her realize that her heart was genuinely, fervently, and wholly yours. There was no denying that fact- she had no desire to deny that fact.

But as she let her feet carry her past her room, through the familiar hallways that seemed to close in and to her lab, she came to realize what she was running away from.

She wasn't running away from you, or from her desires that focused solely on you; she was running from the fear that she wasn't worthy of your love. She was running from that inadequate feeling that flooded her being whenever she entertained the thought that you returned her affections- except it had now increased after learning that you did.

Shuri wanted nothing more than to give in to the yearning and the need to call you hers, as she was already yours in every sense she could think of; but it couldn't stop her from confronting the different times she had hurt you. It only made those memories harder to relive, while also providing a painful and valuable lesson.

She was on the edge of a chasm, and her limited vulnerability and acceptance of her own flaws were what separated her from the other side; a side that promised her solace and a love unlike any other…in the shape of you. She'd have to cross over that chasm- step into the deep end and deal with whatever awaited her.

She'd have to deal with the anger at herself for hurting you; the pain at seeing how she had hurt you; and the fear that came with letting herself experience that vulnerability once again, after years of pushing it away.

There was a pause in her thoughts as she finally entered her lab, her eyes roaming over it and seeking the kind of familiarity and comfort that would possibly make the process easier…but everywhere she looked, there was a sign of you. There was the bag she had gotten you from the festival, completely washed and void of any signs of the events from that night.

There was a scarf she had lent to you on one of your first days so that you could hold your locs back from your face as you watched her work.

"Shuri, it's your scarf, you keep it. I'll find a hair tie or something."

"You have a lot more hair than I do, so please." 

She had held the black and gold scarf out to you, watching in barely concealed adoration as you tied it around the edges of your locs, fanning it out so that it covered a good portion of them. She hadn't been able to get the image of you wearing the colors of her suit out of her mind since then. 

There was a sticky note where you two had played at least 5 rounds of tic-tac-toe while Okoye had half-heartedly chastised Shuri on the 'American traits' she had picked up. Her words had floated right over you, neither of you really listening as much as you should've.

"I think you cheated."

A soft laugh had tumbled from your lips at her question that had been asked with a faux-grumpiness. Despite her tone, she couldn't have hid the small smile on her face if she wanted to. 

"How do you cheat in tic-tac-toe?" 

"I don't know, but you did."

Your laugh had grown in volume until she had gently nudged your side, her eyes flickering quickly to Okoye who paced the space in front of you two. You had quieted down and nodded, but not before pulling the sticky note closer to you and writing something on it.

'Queen of Wakanda beaten by the Queen of tic-tac-toe'.

But then there was the cradle you had been placed in while being treated for poison. She hadn't been able to do anything but stand by your side while tests were run and antidote after antidote was drafted.

“Her heart rates at 53 BPM. It’s too slow, she’s experiencing mild bradycardia. Early stages of cyanosis-” She hadn’t been able to suppress her frightened gasp as you started to convulse on the gurney you had been placed on. She grabbed your hand, squeezing it for her sake just as much as it was for your sake. She kept her eyes on you, blinking away the tears that had gathered, once again sending plea after plea to Bast.

And then there was the slight dent in the wall, created by the chair she had kicked with her enhanced strength. The sound of its impact rang in her ears as she stared at it, eyes wide and unblinking; burning as her tears continued to fall.

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

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

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

Each reminder stripped her soul until it was nothing but a breeding ground of negative emotions that she had to confront. If she wanted to be better for you...she'd have to confront them. 

In order to confront them, she'd have to step off of that deep end, into that awaiting chasm. 

"Griot...soundproof the lab."

The feeling that had been gradually building in her chest finally found its outlet, and with a guttural cry that forced her to curl in on herself, she stepped off of that deep end and let herself feel.

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Ndiyakuthanda : I love you

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A/N: As an apology for this part, this is me reassuring that you and Shuri are only going to grow closer from here on out. I PROMISE! Seeing and hearing you in distress all because of her even in your subconscious mind, has really made pull her head out of her ass. The sight of you almost being taken out during battle also helped, so look forward to that! <3

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After You

College!Shuri x Black Female Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Light Cursing

Authors Note: I haven’t written in a year.

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See here’s the thing.

There are multiple types of roommates.

For Example:

•The Ghost - You saw them on move-in day and his room is furnished, but they are literally never home.

• The Hermit - Unlike the ghost, you always know where to find the hermit in their room. It’s like they never leave home, even for class.

•The Neat Freak - Roommate thinks your room is a pigsty because you have one sock on the ground and an empty water bottle that isn’t placed in the recycling.

• The Slob - Literally never cleans up after their self and completely ignores the chore list that was agreed to by each roommate.

•The One With a Significant Other - Always together and if not they are most likely on the phone. They go to class together, eat together, study together, and sleep together

•The One With a Significant Other from High School - Same just Fucking weird.

•The Passive Aggressive - Any time there’s an issue that could easily be resolved with a simple face-to-face conversation, they choose to leave you a sticky note and reminder instead. They avoid face-to-face confrontation, but always seems to have something to complain about.

•The Partier - They constantly blast music, invite friends over and make silence a sacred thing you never see anymore.

•The Overly Attached - What you didn’t anticipate is that one of them would follow you everywhere and expect to be best friends forever.

•The Perfect Match - This roommate is quite hard to find; but once you find one, you’ll love them. They’re everything you’re looking for in a roommate. Honest, respectful and just a well-rounded person. If you meet the perfect roommate, try and stick with him for as long as possible, as they are a rare breed!

You get the point. But here we are. Hiding from mine in the fucking bathroom. 

You might be asking…

‘Why are we hiding in the bathroom?’

‘Is our roommate a damn Lion or Dinosaur?’

‘Are they threatening us?’

‘Or are the just overall bat shit crazy?’

No.

None of that.

Quite the opposite.

Now we have a right to say when our roommate is not a good roommate. But right now it’s the complete opposite. Because the roommate in question is The gotdamn Princess of Wakanda. 

How do I even?

Where do I even?

What do I even?

You know what fuck it.

Okay good talk ‘me’ I’m glad we both are on the same page.

Finally I look at my phone for the time and luckily I have only been in here for 5 minutes. I slowly reach for the knob and gain back courage. I mean she is still human. Just a very important, hot, smart,incredible human.

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Backtrack

Casually laying in bed Y/n had no idea what was in store.

New E-mail From: Howard University

Click

Hello, Y/fn Y/ln

It's important that I reach you as soon as possible with details about your roommate request with the Howard University Housing Facility.

We have looked into numerous roommate applications and have found many matches for you.

However, we have learn that there’s an international student (Imani Harper) who has also gained a full academic scholarship as well. Being the the Hall you are staying in is only for Scholars and you are the only on not paired with a roommate yet we will be pairing you two up. Can’t wait to see you both.

Sincerely,

Harry Marido

Director of Admissions

Howard University

1730 Lanie Monroe Parkway

Washington , WA 52107 (Obviously fake)

Alrighty then so much for decorating her dorm to her liking.

We Back

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‘Hey’ she says reaching her hand out for me to shake. ‘Wassup’ you say back saying calm and smiling a bit.

‘I am going to guess you know my name is not Imani Harper. Though many people have already figured that out. I still don’t know why I lied.’ She says shaking her head and chucking a bit.

‘Yeah.’ I say smiling back trying to hold my composure.

‘Well this is better at least I don’t have to go through the introductions.’ She says going back to unpack.

Now I know I handled it like a G but bitch my heart is doing all types of disrespectful flips.

‘Have you taken the tour yet? You know..the campus tour. I didn’t have time’ She asked.

Sitting on her bed looking at me with her elbows in her knees (y’all know THE LOOK). I looked for a while in awe just thinking about her her accent sounded making her smirk and laugh a bit shaking her head.

Her eye contact is just godly.

‘Uh yeah…you want me to give you one? I only remember some of it.’ I finally replied questionably because I didn’t know much as well being that I just arrived today.

‘Yes’ she said standing up put her hands behind her back tilting her head a bit. ‘Ight…yeah…let’s go’ I say heading towards to door only for her to reach around slightly touching my lower back and opening it.

‘After You’ She said still smirking.

Oh boy.

[twisted-turtels]

Part Four

Shuri x Black!Fem!reader

Words: 1.4k+

Notes: Part four is done finally. I deadass recorded like the last 50 minutes of the movie just to remember some of the dialogue. I didn’t write till the queen’s death but that will be in the next part. hope yall enjoy!

Part One Part Two Part Three

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You and Riri sit and wait for Shuri to return from her “tour” with Namor. “How come you never told me you were Wakandan?” Riri asks. “I’m sure it would’ve been brought up in a conversation if I had known,” you reply while rolling your eyes. “You also know how to ride a motorcycle? Since when?” Riri persists. “I learned how to ride a motorcycle before I learned how to drive a car, crazy isn't it?” It falls silent between you and Riri. 

“You didn’t have to come with me.” Riri starts. “Yes, I did,” you reply with a straight face, “You’re my best friend, and I’m always going to protect you.” Riri looks at you and rolls her eyes, “Are you sure it wasn't because of the Princess?” she jokingly asks. 

“What? Nooo.” You say unsurely. “You have a crush on Shuri! I knew it!” Riri loudly exclaims. You stand up abruptly, “How can I have a crush on someone I just met? Let's be serious now.” Riri follows you, “You like Shuri, you like Shuri,” Riri says teasingly. “Whatever. When we come out of this alive, I’ll never talk or see her again anyways.” You explain. You look around until you see Shuri walking toward you and Riri. 

“What happened? We can leave, right?” Riri asks. “No, we can’t leave yet,” says Shuri. Riri throws her arms down and goes to sit on the hammock. “Where is the black panther?” You ask Shuri. Shuri cringes, “It doesn’t really work like that anymore.” Riri gives her a deadpan look, “Oh, so when I get kidnapped, there's no black panther anymore? Of course,” she says while rolling her eyes. You interrupt, “I’m sure people are looking for the Princess as we speak, right?” 

“Right,” Shuri confirms. You all sit down and try to calm yourselves as much as possible until you hear yelling from the guards. You stand up with Shuri and Riri to see what's going on. One of the guards is shot dead. A woman comes out from the shadows. You see a look of recognition on Shuri’s face. The woman hits the other guard before running to all of you. 

“We have to go,” she demands. Shuri rushes to the guard on the floor, “Give me your beads. I can save her,” she exclaims. The woman hurriedly grabs Shuri, but she continues to protest. “Maybe we should leave with the woman who saved us,” Riri argues. “You don't understand this means war!” Shuri protests as the three of you follow the woman. 

You escape with Riri and Shuri on what you can only describe as an underwater jet ski, with the woman piloting it. As you reach the surface, an airship hovers above, beaming a blue field around your body that causes you to levitate into the ship. 

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You and Riri stand on the ship's side with whom you learn to be Nakia, comforting the two of you. 

“Mother, I am okay,” Shuri says, comforting her mother. Queen Ramonda looks at Nakia and whispers, “Thank you.” Shuri walks over to you and Riri, “We are on our way to Wakanda. You both will be safe when we are there.”

You arrive in Wakanda, and you and Riri are escorted to a separate room to decompress.  As you enter the room, you see two blue jumpsuits waiting on separate beds for you and Riri.

“Ooh, we get special treatment here.” Riri squeals.  You hold up the jumpsuit with disgust, “They gave us prisoner uniforms.” 

“Stop being dramatic. The Queen is offering her home for us to stay in. Wear the jumpsuit and be grateful.” Riri scolds you.

You go into the bathroom while Riri changes into the bedroom. You’re looking at yourself in the mirror until you hear a knock on the door. Riri answers. As you walk out of the bathroom, you notice it’s Princess Shuri. She stops and stares at you with a look you couldn’t describe, “Wow, you look really good,” she says. Riri raised a brow while looking at you and Shuri. The princess notices, “I mean, you both look really good,” she corrects herself.

“Oh, thank you, Princess. I was just telling Riri how much I loved this outfit,” you lie.

Riri’s mouth dropped open; this bitch.

You glance at Riri with a sly grin before focusing back on Shuri. 

“So,” Shuri says awkwardly, “Riri, my mother wants to talk to you in person, so guards are waiting outside who are ready to take you to her.” Shuri continues, “I would like to talk with Y/N briefly, but we will meet in my lab.” Riri nods and walks out with the guards.

You turn towards Shuri, “You wanted to speak with me?”

“Yes. I just want you to know that you are always welcome in Wakanda, and if you want to know more about your mother, we will help,” Shuri promises. “I know my mother,” you look disappointed, “at least I thought I did. I don’t understand why she would want to keep this away from me.” 

You walk over to the window, “I mean, Wakanda is beautiful. My parents practically lived here their whole lives. I don't know why they wanted to leave,” you continue. 

“Okoye used to work and train with your mother. She would be a great help,” Shuri confirms. “Yeah, I guess I’ll talk to her…Eventually,”  you confirm. You both sit in comfortable silence. 

“You want to see my lab?” Shuri smiles.  You giggle lightly, “Of course, Princess.”

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You and Shuri walk down the hallway to her lab, “I wanted to show you and Riri my lab. I can only assume Namor will be preparing to attack us soon. You both can help Wakanda prepare,” Shuri states. 

“Of course. It’s the least we can do since you saved us,” you agree. You approach a door, and Shuri opens it. 

“Welcome to my lab.”

“Wow, this is…this is a lot,” you look around in awe. “I meant to ask, what is it that you study at MIT?” Shuri asks. “I study biological engineering. I honestly didn’t think I would get in, but to be young, gifted, and black, right?” You reply smugly. Shuri nods her head in agreement. 

“Shuri?” A woman walks into the lab. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay,” the woman hugs Shuri with a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you, Aneka,” Shuri replies. “Aneka, this is Y/N. We brought her and her friend here to Wakanda for protection.” The woman looks at you in awe, “You look just like her.”

“Like who?” You ask.

“Amara.” Aneka continues, “We trained together before joining the Dora. She was an excellent soldier before she died.” 

“My mother didn’t die. She is very much alive and well,” you countered. You look at the woman with suspicion. They think my mother is dead. Before you can say anything, the lights in the lab turn red. “Shuri, Wakanda is under attack,” Griot is heard throughout the lab. 

You hurry to the window to see the capitol being flooded. “Oh shit.” You turn fast towards the two women, “What are we going to do?” 

Shuri goes to the window to see what's happening, “Griot activate the Sunbird,” she commands.

Queen Ramonda’s voice echoes through the speakers, “Shuri, where are you?” 

“Making my way to the city right now,” Shuri replies.

“Stand down. That is an order.” The queen commands. 

“Mother, I’m with Y/N and Aneka. We can provide air support!” Shuri exclaims. You look at Shuri with wide eyes. I can't fly a jet!

“Aneka do not let Shuri-”

“Sorry, mother, you’re cutting out,” Shuri says as she ends the call with her mother.

“Did you just hang up on the Queen?” Aneka asks in disbelief. “Did I just hang up on my mother?” Shuri quips with a smile.

“Come here, Y/N,” Shuri urges you to a sand table, “You know how to point and shoot, right?”

“Yes?” You reply. A machine gun made out of sand appears on the table. “Griot will be controlling the jet. You just shoot,” Shuri instructs. A holographic screen is in front of your face showcasing the outside. “You got it,” Shuri walks backward with finger guns pointing at you. She runs off with Aneka.

“I don't!” You reply. You look around at your surroundings, “I just have to point and shoot. That'll be easy,” you speak out loud, “hopefully.” 

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[goldensunflowe-r]

Shuri Smut part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

[mellowwillowy]

I can't stop picturing Yan getting a boner while playing because he was scolded by the reader (He's actually a pro but...) 2, 3

Gamer Reader: Argh! Fuck! Are you blind? Can you even see the damn map on the corner, you dimwit?!

Masochist Yan: *panting* I, I, I'm sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!

Gamer Reader: haaah? Sorry, my ass! What the fuck is wrong with you? How do you even get to this rank? Did you fucking pay someone to push your damn rank?

Masochist Yan: Please, one more match? We are from the same guild so we'll earn more if we win together.

Gamer reader: Fuck this up one more time and I'll fucking find you and kick you right in your nuts.

Masochist yan: ... *purposely fucks everything up* oooh... *head clouded by the thought reader doing shits on him, boxer drenched*

Gamer Reader: hdfbshjfbewlb nqafjbnflwnfneiqlbfw fuccccccccck

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔:

Gamer Reader: Argh! Fuck! Are you blind? Can you even see the damn map on the corner, you dimwit?!

Blind Yan: Sorry, first time playing and yes I am.

Gamer Yan: *visible guilt and confusion* ???