#shuri my love

[axailslink]

You must think me a fool

Dark!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Warrior FEM reader

Synopsis: Her people fear her she slaughtered a community just to save them but has she also lost her humanity? Can she force the image of a domesticated lifestyle with you who wants nothing to do with her? To do with a murderer?

"Marry? what reason do I need to marry?" Shuri doesn't take her eyes off of her past projects trying to find some sort of flaw something to update so that she doesn't let herself get completely drowned in her royal affairs. "They fear you Shuri. Do you not care?" Shuri rolls one of her kimoyo beads around in the palm of her hand "of course I care Okoye but I can't parade as if I am not upset my mother-" "your mother would want you to continue your life not sulk and-" "-you are not dora milaje anymore why do you insist on giving me guidance?" Okoye is silenced in this moment because she is right she's not Dora milaje "I am family that's why I persist but please keep acting the way you do and push the only family away you have left. To be the smartest woman I know you surely make the most idiotic decisions when you're upset. Umntwana (a child.)"

~

Shuri has a point to prove so here she sits in the middle of common folks equivalent to a living room but nothing in comparison four pillars on each corner of the room no doors but instead large arched paths that lead you to the next room or a hallway that leads to the next room. Candles light the room instead of lights so it's dimly lit not a lot but enough to see whoever resides in said room. You're nowhere in sight because this meeting as your mother said is "none of your concern" even though you're sure when you hear the truths behind it you'll disagree.

"You want my daughters hand in marriage?" The older lady sitting across from Shuri is astonished because what in the mother of above has possessed Shuri to ask for such a thing? "I don't understand you've disappeared from her life and now you want her hand?" "I'm begging for your daughter's hand I need to fool my people and she is one of the few women I've ever been interested in as a friend or as a potential queen." Shock reads the woman's face and the candles only deepen the creases on her face as she makes a contorted facial expression as she forces her next words "as much as I am willing to do so I don't think she's as willing as I." Shuri keeps her face straight unsure why a friend would not be willing to help her in such a time of need "could I speak to her?" The hesitation reaches the woman's voice before it even spills from her lips "she's... She's sparing maybe another time princess?" Shuri cocks her head at being called the wrong title but it's only momentarily "queen my title is "queen" it hasn't been "princess" in a very long time and I wish to speak with her." Before the conversation can continue and Shuri is given more time to disrespect your mother she goes to say her final piece to her "your people are dying from sickness, your animals too, your greenery can't be taken care of if the people who care for them can barely stand. My people are healthy and strong I wouldn't be opposed to lending you a hand if you lend me her hand." Your mother would never make a decision like this without your knowledge and Shuri knows it but it wouldn't hurt to tip the scale a bit in her favor before she spoke to you.

Shuri doesn't give her a chance to give a response before she wanders out of the dimly lit space into the dark hall feeling her bare feet on the rocks as she approaches the sparring room. She watches for a while as you seem to annihilate some kid with her own weapon when caught off guard you kick the tiny dagger out of the little girl's hand and Shuri is quick to grab it. "You must think yourself a worthy opponent Shuri" Shuri let's her eyes scan you and the white thin cloth that she can't believe you would call a dress "no hugs?" You smile "now why would I hug a murderer?"

"Using the common words I thought the term was a "warrior" I guess you no longer think me a friend?" You gently sign to the child to leave you both be and she does running off on the tips of her toes. "You slaughtered a community Shuri I don't think I can forgive you for that" Shuri nods as approaches you but you still your stance barely noticing the cuts lined upon your arms leaking blood onto the granite floor "it was my people or theirs I was sure you of all people would understand."

"We aged together but I would never murder you know this... You killed. Since when have we done that?" You both circle each other wondering who will pounce first? It could be you with your perfect stance ready to throw Shuri off if she does or it could be Shuri ready to attack if you so far as think to jump. "I was protecting my people!" You shake your head "you were looking for a reason to mask your revenge!" Shuri sighs the breath being the moment of letting her guard down that you just seemed to be waiting for because you grab Shuri by her neck and turn her so quickly she can't get a hold of you. Crouching behind you bring her down with you your knee pressed firmly into her back uncomfortably behind her spinal cord as the other hand stays firmly on her neck "What brings the murderer to my palace?" Shuri gasps carefully her Adams apple bobs beneath the feel of your rough fingers.

"Marry me" you grip loosens just for a moment at the shock of her words and she takes advantage sliding the dagger up your leg and breaking herself free "awukwazi ukuba serious (you can't be serious)" Shuri nods. "I simply need a favor and I shall give you one in return." You shake your head as you hold your leg "no whatever it is no. Absolutely not."

"Your people are dying"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are sick"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are vegetarian yet I see no greenery what are they eating?"

"Get out." Shuri sighs "let me help" "I don't want your help I don't even know who you are" "I am your friend" Shuri begs you with her eyes but you don't want to hear any words coming from her lips. "Marry me put on a facade and I will feed your people so well they'll be fat. I will help grow the greenery and get rid of the sickness that has consumed you all just fake this one thing for me. Don't be selfish." You sigh and stand up letting the blood drip down your leg "you move different Shuri Udaku..." Shuri says nothing now letting you get your turn to speak "it's not elegant it's not queenly you move like you care for nothing but yourself I'm sure that's true."

"I care about you..."

"You must think me a fool."

~

Within a few hours you're with Shuri on her way back to the kingdom you don't put up a fight after the conversation earlier. The faster you do this the faster your people get better it's sick of Shuri to cut a proposition like this really but it comes to surprise to you that she'd do something so evil. You're right she does move differently. She moves like a queen who doesn't deserve have her throne.

A/n: this took a big turn not even going to lie this was supposed to be some enemies to lovers y'all wasn't even supposed to know each other but once again I took a plot and ran with it. Also very unedited I have some military related stuff just wanted to give y'all something because it's been a very long time and I do apologize for that.

[i-am-in-serious-trouble]

I honestly can't remember the last piece of media that made me, and still continues to make me cry as much as bp2

[kayvsdoodles]

sleeby...

[multongsisig]

An adaptation of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake starring the Late Empress of Kaiserreich and the Witch of Neuschwanstein Castle

[thelastharbinger]

Tenoch Huerta on why the idea that “hard work always reaps its rewards” isn’t true. Talent and hard work alone doesn’t guarantee entry into certain spaces (you’ll always be sidelined even when you’re included), but it will determine your longevity once you force your way in.

[dyinggirldied]

Our brave, pretty ladies and their portraits

[eeveekitti]

the real reason i made them cats: shitty drawovers

[bbxnny-bbxtch]

END ALL TOXIC SHURI FICS

IM DONE. yall need to stop with the toxic shuri and tish fics bro. like genuinely im concerned for every last one of you, this is out of hand. like i understand she went through literally the hardest, most gut wrenching, heartbreaking, and ROUGH character arcs in the movie and literally made cinematic history with how hard she had the audience sobbing. but the abuse fics????? some of these fics deadass be like  “shuri slammed you into the wall not caring about your broken arm or baby” like BRO????? and this is coming from me..someone who thrives off of reading angst and toxicity but atp it isnt even toxic yo its just straight up domestic violence and i cant. also yea the title was an attention grabber suck it up.

[axailslink]

I'm proud of her

Shuri Udaku x Dora Milaje reader

Summary: Shuri sees your scars from combat with Okoye

You hiss at the feeling of the hot water running down your back as it hits the newly found scars you bite your lip trying not to make a sound. "Good Bast fucking hell" you hit the wall as you hold back tears Shuri immediately drops her keys and comes to you "baby what's wrong?" The stinging sensation only continues to pass through your body as the water hits the back of your legs which are also covered in scars. The blood runs down the drain with the water but you can see Shuri's worry plain as day "you didn't have a mission today is this from training?" She gently grabs your arm and you hiss this time from soreness "I'll be fine the Dora Milaje doesn't feel weakness" Shuri shakes her head "well you're not the Dora Milaje right now you're my wife and you're in pain" you let go of the wall for balance and start to wash up careful as you let the soap run down your shoulders and back.

Shuri hates seeing you in pain like this she understands it's part of your life and it's something you've trained for but this was ridiculous to her. You can barely move she grabs her keys and stomps out of the house. She could always call Okoye but this was a conversation that could not be held over the kimoyo beads she quickly arrives to Okoye's shared home with W'Kabi. Okoye answers the door with a smile on her face as she speaks to someone but Shuri is not smiling. "General" she nods "Queen" Shuri lets herself in as to not cause a scene in front of the border tribe going about their daily lives outside the home. "My wife came home barely able to move I understand that what she does requires pain but she can't fucking move Okoye." Okoye is taken back she's aware that her methods are a bit much but she cut you where she knew needed to. You need to be prepared for that pain in battle or on any mission. "I'm not asking you to go soft on her I know she can handle it but I'm letting it be known there is a limit to what I'll take and my wife not being able to move is my damned limit." Okoye nods understanding she wouldn't dare argue but she does speak her voice strong and unwavering "I understand my queen but she's also a Dora Milaje warrior her scars are of her own recklessness it happens. I do not apologize for training my warriors the way I always have but I do apologize for these feelings you are having." Shuri nods and grabs her spear "Okoye I am no way doing this out of hate I'm simply curious to know that if these same things were done to you could you not flinch not hiss at the pain?" Okoye watches Shuri as she turns her around and uses the end of the spear on her back gently slicing through her clothes W'Kabi moves but Okoye stops him "I just want to know if she has to go through this pain does every soldier?" "Yes" Okoye nods as she bites her bottom lip Shuri grabs the edge of spear and slashes at the back of her knee not so gently this time with the same amount of effort she's sure Okoye would have used on you in training. Okoye loses her balance for a moment Shuri gives her back her spear and Okoye nods as Shuri grabs her hands helping her up. "Can you walk on that?" "No send her my apologies" Shuri nods "none of that was done in anger that was done in understanding my wife has two slashes like that on the back of both of her legs and some on her back to match. Have a lovely night General." Shuri leaves the house silently.

Okoye watched Shuri grow up and every day she became prouder. To some the scene before them may have been upsetting but to Okoye that display was full of nothing but strength and love. What Wakanda has always been about the reason she became general the reason she wanted to order underneath the throne. "I'm proud of her" she keeps a stoic facial expression as the door closes.

Shuri returns home to find you still in the bathroom no longer showering but struggling to wrap your scars she immediately helps. "Where did you go?" Shuri hesitates for a moment before mumbling "to see Okoye" you quickly turn around but immediately regret it as you feel a sense of pain running up your neck "you shouldn't have gone she'll think I'm weak" Shuri shakes her head "no she actually told me your scars are of your own recklessness I don't think she thinks you're weak I think she thinks you're strong." Shuri turns you around and looks at the green leaves you have crushed in a bowl it causes her to smile. That's what she used to use to help your scars when you were truly younger she was sixteen making Wakanda's new science and you were sixteen begging to join the Dora Milaje. "You know we have medicine" you nod "I like this better it's natural and it stops the bleeding faster hail wakandan science eh?" She smiles and kisses your forehead as she gently puts some in her hands and presses it firmly to a bloodied slash "you do remember this gets you high right?" You nod "once again praise Wakandan science" she laughs and kisses you "oh if I wasn't in pain right now..." You mumble into the kiss she only smiles "give it five minutes you'll forget about the pain."

A/n: yeah I don't even know where this came from this was supposed to be a totally different fic 😅 I'm always going off script.

[deathsmallcaps]

Yall don’t understand. The last time a Deadpool movie came out, I was barely 17 and NOT on tumblr. I had to rawdog being a fan and scrolling fanfiction.net and google images for fan art

When the Deadpool 1 trailer came out, I was literally so obsessed (and technologically incapable lmao) that I filmed the trailer off a computer screen via my iPhone and watched that shit on REPEAT. I used to be able to quote it

I’m not going to let go of Deadpool 3 in a looooong while

My top trio of male marvel superheroes will always be Captain America, Wolverine and Deadpool. This would’ve fucking exploded me when I was 13

[autodiscipline]

Eliphas Levi, 1999

[namor-shuri]

“They are your celebrity crushes?”

Yeah 🤭

“Look at the screen.”

That’s mine 🥴

“And that’s what you’re going to settle for?”

Imma stick beside ‘em 😌

[malaierba]

Could Hanahaki Decease be written about something other than crushing on a person?

like say, accepting something you desire and are too afraid to act on. transitioning, for example.

[containedconspiracy]

buhh

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

part 1.

a/n: two fics in one day? WHO AMMMM IIIII!!!!!! but anyway, here's yet some more angst for y'all to enjoy, but don't worry, the smut is coming🤭, I'm just in my messy era rn!

taglist: @mybonafidefeelings@zeezeecave@gr00vyminibus@lppriceisright@darkangelchronicles@princessmel-1995@xenaizogie@nanii2x, and a few people who might like this! @s0lam33y@karimwillia @inmyheadimobsessed@mal-urameshi@somethingcleaverandwhitty@imjusthere2readbruv@imagineandwrite word count: 1,559 dividers: @firefly-graphics & s/o the various creators I've seen use the fake text thingy!!!

Not a sound could be heard coming from apartment 11B. Even with heightened hearing and senses, all Shuri could catch was the distant sounds from outside. This was odd to the panther, who checked her beads for the fifth time since arriving at the complex. It showed the second pair in the apartment, but that they weren't being worn. While this was normal for Riri, to take them off and leave them around the house as she went about her business. However, the lack of music, laughter or conversation - or cursing - wasn't. Feeling familiar panic rise in her, she took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in silently. She scanned the room for anything out the ordinary, only to find things almost exactly as she left them.

After checking every inch of the apartment and balcony top to bottom (admittedly, even places she knew were ridiculous like cabinets under the sink), Shuri pulled out the phone the smaller scientist forced her to get and checked her notifications. Seeing nothing, she shamelessly types in Riri's instagram handle to see if she's posted anything. To her surprise, once again, Riri has two stories up. Out. Of. The. Ordinary. Riri never posts on social media, sans sharing an event flyer for a cousin back home, or a protest when they pop up. She certainly never posts herself. Most people who have never met Riri in person wouldn't know what she looks like.

One photo of her nails, done freshly in a deep red to black ombré, contrasted against her moisturized skin as she sits in a car. The second slide, of her and her friend MJ dancing at one of the local clubs Riri always says she hates makes Shuri choke on nothing but the air in her mouth that she didn't realize was slightly open.

Shuri set her phone down and paced around the "shared" apartment trying to bring her blood pressure down. She noticed how little of herself was there, how it didn't really feel as shared as she would like. Of course, she bought it so Riri could live there but the younger scientist made her promise that it was "theirs", not hers alone. Shuri agreed so Riri would stay there, and honestly she was happy to have a place to be. And happy to share anything with Riri. But she had to be honest with herself about how little time they'd been spending together since Shuri has had more work on her plate. Sure, they're just friends but it didn't always feel that way. At least not to Shuri, and she hoped to Bast not to Riri.

She continued pacing and decided she should text Riri - but that caused it's own anxiety. What should she say? Should she text her at all? Did Riri want to be bothered? One thing Shuri could almost always rely on were her instincts and intuition and she felt discord between them, even just sitting in the air in the empty apartment. She had felt it the past few times she'd been "home", but tried to ignore it since Riri seemed to be. But now, it was too far out of the ordinary to ignore any further. She pulled her phone out and typed and retyped about a thousand times.

She finally decided, after taking four shots of whatever dark disgusting liquid Riri had in the cabinet and pacing for another 10 minutes, to just address the beads. She wanted to sound concerned but she wasn't sure if that's how it came off.

Regardless of how she sounded herself, Riri made herself clear.

At the club, Riri was four shots deep of something dark herself. She hated this place, all the people touching her and the lights and music were so over stimulating but she had committed herself (and to MJ) to at least try to have a good time. Good being subjective, since she wasn't having anything near the type of time MJ seemed to be.

She walked around the bar after ordering two more shots, both for her but she pretended they weren't until the bartender walked away. She headed back to the dance floor reluctantly to find her friend who was dancing with any girl who wanted to and a few guys who didn't do too much. Riri respected it, everyone deserves to have fun but MJ had been particularly down about some breakup she wouldn't explain. Riri understood that too, being that she couldn't exactly explain why she was heartbroken either, given that she was never in a relationship to begin with.

She found MJ and was pulled into the mix immediately. She resisted it for a bit, but finally feeling the effects of her 6 shots, she started to question why. Why shouldn't she try to have fun? What was she hiding from? Sure, almost everyone around her was an idiot and sure, they'd be hung over the next day, and sure she was heart broken and didn't know how to fix it. But so what. She was young, she was tired of being sad about something - someone, who didn't seem to notice. And she wanted to feel better. So she let herself dance. She let herself shed the chip off her shoulder and she laughed with her very fun, very drunk best friend.

Until her phone buzzed. She was surprised she even felt it with all the mess going on around her. She didn't feel like checking it, knowing it was probably her mom sending her Facebook reels or her sister sending her tiktoks. She would get back to them later. She ignored it until it chimed again, which she found to be a very annoying feature from apple. So she pulled it out to turn on DND until she saw who it was. She groaned out loud, suddenly feeling all the fun fall off of her. MJ noticed and looked down at the shorter woman's phone.

"Sunglasses, really?"

"She put it to be funny." Riri smirked and immediately dropped it from her face, mad that she still thought it was cute.

"What did she say?" MJ asked, genuinely concerned noticing Riri's demeanor change, despite her own drunkness.

"Ion know, I'm probably gonna ignore it."

"Let me reply. You always ignore your problems until they get too heavy to handle."

"Are you tryna therapize me, Jones?"

"Maybe a little. Here, let me see." MJ grabs the phone against Riri's weak protest. She reads it and types, which makes Riri nervous. But MJ was right, she couldn't put the blame all on Shuri when she hasn't addressed her own feelings either.

"I'm going to be a little mean, I think."

"What do you meannnn?!! What did she say?!!!" Riri protested again, trying to grab the phone. MJ laughed at the height difference as all she had to do was lift the phone above her head. Shuri did the same thing often when they'd play around, and Riri hadn't realized she hated it until this very moment.

"Girl relax! I'm not cursing her out, but she needs to know she can't play with you." MJ said as she read the next text Shuri sent and quickly responded. This went on for over a minute, each second stressing Riri more until she decided to just give in. MJ really WAS right on all counts, even if she didn't want to admit it out loud. And why should she care what Shuri has to say anyway? She hadn't been home in days and had barely contacted her. Granted, Shuri doesn't HAVE to tell her anything, but they usually do. She was almost sure she was seeing someone but couldn't prove it. And really, she wasn't sure. Which drove her even more crazy, how delusional she was being. It was out of the ordinary for her, to feel this way about anyone. But she did. And she was mad. And even if she was wrong too, so was Shuri. So she let MJ do what MJ does.

Finally, the taller girl handed her back her phone. Riri took it and read it against her better judgement.

"Oh my godddddddd. She's gonna hate me tomorrow."

"I said what needed to be said, and someone had to say it since you weren't going to. Just because she's literal royalty doesn't mean she gets to play with your feelings. You're important and special too, Ri."

"Oh god. Thank you but please don't do that thing where you get drunk and cry. Pleaseeee." But it was too late, seeing MJ tear up and laugh made her laugh too.

"I won't, I won't! But I mean it. You do deserve better, and so do I! Let's do another shot!" MJ shouted as she ran off towards the bar, pulling Riri behind her.

Riri let it burn down her throat and tried her best to move on with her night. She knew Shuri wouldn't be texting her again, but part of her wishes she would. A big part of her wishes she would say something, or fight for her. Although she wasn't sure if there was anything to fight for. That was the problem between them, they played house and this constant domestic back and forth, but never stepped over the invisible line separating them. And Riri was tired of it.

[valninja]

"A token of our gratitude."

Please do not repost without crediting me >.<