#shuri x female reader

[rayrayvan]

The great war

Pairing: Shuri x fem!reader

Warning: Mentions of drowning, abduction, death, angst, and spoilers.

Marital problems have been surfacing since T’Challa, Shuri’s brother, died.

She’s been busy and distant with you. She Barely left the lab. Although you were known to be the most patient and understanding person, you were at your limit now.

Fights and arguments arise. It ranges from silly which can be resolved in a day to more serious which would last for a week. Now was one of those intense fights you both have.

As you enter the lab, you told all scientists to leave you two “What are doing?” She asked with annoyance “I’m here to talk to you” You told her “About what? What is it about this time? Cause all I’m hearing from you is how I left a dirty cup in the sink or how I come I never went out with you. Now tell me what complaint you have installed from me again” She angrily said “It’s different” You replied to her, matching her tone “What is different about this time? You know you’ve be-“” Why didn’t you tell me about your mission with Okoye” You opened up to her “Because you’ll make a big fuss out of it and maybe this mission would work,” She said fully facing you right now “Fuss? I worry about your safety and what would work?” You asked her slightly confused about what she told you “Maybe this mission would give us some space from one another. We’ve been fighting over the silliest things and sometimes ignore each other for a day or even a week” She explained

It wasn’t only you two who knows about your fights, it’s the whole palace and maybe she’s right, maybe this mission would give you time to think through things “Okay, I understand” You agreed to what she told you “Come on don’t do this” She said because she knows what’s going on in your head right now “I didn’t do anything, I simply agreed to what you want and I’ll allow it cause you’re right, we need space from one another cause all we’ve been doing is fight each other” You bow your head down to not let her see the tears that's falling in your face "Sthandwa, not like this" She pleaded you "No, no Shuri you're right, it's fine to take the time you need really" You sniffled and hastily wipe the tears that are still at bay.

You faced her with a lip-tight smile "I just want you to be safe okay?" You placed your right hand on her cheek and she leaned into your touch " Wait for me okay?" She asked and you nodded. When you can't keep the tears at bay anymore, you hugged her tight "We'll fix this, okay, tell we'll fix this" You pleaded in her ear. Her own heart was breaking and she hugged you back "We will" She whispered in your ear. She rubbed her hand on your back in a comforting manner as you sobbed. When you eventually calm down, you pulled away slightly but never let her go. She raised both her hands and place them on either side of your cheek. She leaned her forehead to press against yours, intimate but you know what it meant, 'goodbye for now'

"I'll be back okay" She kisses your forehead, longer than it should have and when she pulled away, she pulled away from your grasp and walked away from where you were standing. Okoye was waiting outside, waiting for the princess so that they'll get going.

As she leaves you inside the lab, your knees became weak which caused you to fall. You wept even harder, holding your chest tighter. Of course, the Queen saw your interactions with your daughter, and when she said goodbye to her daughter, she went inside and approached you. She bent down and hugged you close, wrapping you in her arms "Shhh, she'll be back little one" She tried to comfort you and she pulled you up because you have to be strong and that this is only a patchy road that every couple experiences. That day was dreadful for both of you.

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"What?!" You shouted upon learning that Shuri and the scientist were abducted by this, sea God. You were inside the throne room, standing beside Queen Ramonda " You were with her, how could you let this happen?" You asked the General "My queen, my lady, they were too powerful. I've tried to strike all of them with my spear thinking I killed them but they would be alive again" Okoye tried to explain her side "You failed to protect the princess, you convinced me to let the princess come with you when I said no. You are stripped down from your title until further notice" Okoye stood stunned and when the Dora Milage stump their spears in unison, it was clear that her role as General was done. She tried to gaze upon you, but like the Queen, your gaze held anger. You felt angry and guilty, guilty of not being able to protect your wife, and now she's held captive by this Talokan people.

When the council was released, you were about to walk out when the Queen called out for you "We will need help" She said and you question her where "Let's go to Haiti" That's all she said "Prepare the aircraft" She told you and you nodded. You were still questioned as to who she wanted to meet in Haiti but you have a strong feeling that you know who it was.

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"She's amazing," Riri said as Shuri was done telling her about you "I know, that's why I married her" Shuri proudly say but was quickly deflated "I miss her," She said. Shuri didn't want to share about your problems and what both of you were facing right now. "Well I'm not an expert but I asked my grandma what was the secret to a long-lasting marriage, she simply said, "it's a secret that only the couple knows" which kinda made sense but hey I was a kid back then," Riri told her. Her grandma is right, the secret is just between you two.

As she gets quieter, she thought of the happy days. The day you two got married. It was after the blip, she proposed to you after you both returned after being snapped. Afraid of losing you again. As she got deeper, she remembered the fights. She thought about it and you were so patient with her, but she was abusing that. She never realized how she abused the patience you held for her and those fights were a sign that the thread was running thin now.

Oh, how she wishes she could go to you right now and hug you tight. Her train of thought was broken when a Talokan guard was shot dead. Riri and Shuri sat up to see who it was. "Nakia, this could cause war" Shuri angrily told her "Your mother and your wife are looking for you right now," Nakia said and rushed the two of them to escape.

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When Grio announced the arrival of the three, you couldn't help but rush to Shuri. You slammed your body against hers and hugged her tight. When you pulled away you spoke, "I'm glad you're safe, are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You frantically asked and searched everywhere if there was a sign of injury "No but I'm here now" She assured you and she placed both her hands against each side of your cheek and caresses them to know she was here and well. You smiled genuinely that time and wrapped your arms again to hold her again. She hugged you back with one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your head. You were glad she was safe and here in your arms.

When she introduced you to Riri, she guided you to her with her hand around your waist. "You must be Y/N, your girl talks about you a lot," Riri said which made Shuri shush her. You chuckled of course and chat with Riri. She tells you about what happened and that she's sorry for what she did. You love talking to her and as Shuri stood by your side, looking over you and it's like how she felt at the beginning of your relationship. She's falling in love with you all over again, she couldn't help but lean in and kiss your forehead.

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Shuri explained how there's a possibility of a war happening. The four of you were at the throne room finding a strategy to end this war when suddenly, sounds of surging waters and screams were heard in the city. Shuri volunteered to go to the city and save people as many as she could.

As the three of you were standing inside the throne room, looking for Kukulkaan, you saw him looking for something and when he saw what he was looking for, he approached it.

He flies over to where the three of you were located. You know what he wants so you stood a little closer to where the Queen was and stood beside her. "He wants me, so take Riri to safe a place," She says but you weren't having it. Your wife was kidnapped, and you didn't want any harm to be brought upon the family anymore, so you called Riri to take the Queen away. But the three of you halted when Namor stared at the three of you and when his gaze went to Riri, he turned around and flew away. "Riri now, take the queen to a safe location now" You commanded "What about you?" Riri asked "I'll hold him off but for now, go," You said as you saw Namor flying back and holding a lot of water bombs in his hands. "We can't leave you here" The Queen called out for you but before you could reply, you felt water gushing inside the throne room. Namor has thrown all the bombs before you could even attack him.

Shuri saw the scene unfold and told Okoye to drive faster to get to you and her mother. “Okoye faster now!” Shouted the former general.

You took the blow and the three of you sunk into the depths of the water. When you eventually gained consciousness and saw the Queen and Riri who had fallen with you, you swam towards them and held them to swim back to the surface. Along the way, the queen regained her conscious back and helped you swim back up.

When you three reached the surface area, the queen helped Riri up, but slowly you lose consciousness and when dark spots begin to invade your vision, you lost it completely. Suddenly, Nakia arrived so she helped the Queen to save both of you. When Shuri arrived, she saw her mother well, but when her eyes fell on who Nakia was saving, her heart sank. She tried to reach towards you, but M'baku was there and held her tight "Sthandwa, don't do this to me now!" She screamed as Nakia was still trying to save you. Riri started coughing the water out, so the Queen turned her sideways.

"Y/N you can't do this to me, not now!" She screamed again. Queen Ramonda was quick to hold her daughter down, but Shuri wasn't calming down anytime soon until she hears you cough out the water in your system.

"Come back Y/N!" She screamed again, desperate to be by your side, trying to flee out of M'baku and her mother's grip. "Help me, Sthandwa!" She screamed over and over again as Nakia attempted to save you.

a/n: correct me cause I know there are a lot of errors but I missed them.

[solitaryearthperson]

Comfortable

Summary: Shuri is not sure of her outfit for T'Challa's coronation, and (Y/N) reassures her.

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(The reader is a Dora Milaje.)

I stood against the wall of Shuri's room, spear in hand, watching as she struggled to put on her outfit. T'Challa's coronation was going to begin in a few minutes and she was still not sure about the outfit. I tried my best to not smile or laugh as she continued to frown in disgust for the 5th time as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Shuri," I heard the queen yell her name outside her door. "Hurry up!"

"I'm almost ready, mother," She yelled back, looking in the mirror at her royal outfit, her face a funny mix between disgust and annoyance. "I hate this."

"What do you mean," I asked, running my eyes over her slim figure. Beautiful, I thought.

"I look ridiculous," She turned to me, frowning even harder.

"No, you don't, baby," I laid my spear against the wall and walked over to her, taking her hand and placing my fingers between hers. "You look gorgeous."

"No, I don't," she shyly looked away, giggling. "And I'm so uncomfortable."

"It's not supposed to be comfortable," I told her, turning her back around to the mirror. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, placing my chin on her shoulder, and looking at her reflection in the mirror as well. "It's supposed to show that you are royalty."

"Is your outfit not uncomfortable," she asked me.

I briefly looked down at my outfit, frowning. As a Dora Milaje, I never really thought about whether my outfit was comfortable or not, only concerning myself with the safety of the King and Queen and their children, especially my princess.

"Comfortableness is not important, Shuri. I wear this to show my dedication to serving the throne, whoever sits in it, and their family."

"When I am someday queen, I'm getting rid of this outfit," she told me, turning in my arms to look at me. "And I'm changing the Dora Milaje's, too."

"Then what will we wear, princess," I asked, laughing at her.

"Something that's you," She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me closer to her before leaning in to my face.

"What's me?" I asked, leaning my face closer.

"Sexy, fierce, beautiful...," she trailed off, bringing her face to mine, her lips brushing slightly against me, making me gasp.

"Shuri!"

The sound of Queen Ramonda's raised voice made us pull away from each other and suddenly, as happy as I was for T'Challa, I no longer wanted to go to the coronation and instead wanted me and Shuri to stay in her room and do other things.

"Yes, mother! I'm coming," She yelled back.

Clearing my throat, I quickly took a more defensive stance that a Dora Milaje should take.

"Are you ready, princess?"

"Yes, I am, my love," she sighed.

"I'll come back tonight," I promised her and was happy to a smile appear on her beautiful face. Most nights I would try to come to her room or her lab to spend time with her and usually I wouldn't leave until sometime in the morning, having spent the night with her.

I went back to the wall and grabbed my spear, before opening the door to see the queen waiting on the other side looking impatient.

"What took you so long?" She asked.

"Sorry, mother. It is quite uncomfortable."

"Let's go," she walked off, another Dora Milaje following closely after her.

"Let's go, princess," I said.

She walked out of her room, locked the door, then turned to me, holding out her hand to me which I gladly accepted.

"Let's get this over with," she said, pulling me closer to her, before we left after her mother.

[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.

Masterlist

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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[bucky-fricking-barnes]

Someplace Like Home

Title: Someplace Like Home

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Canonical violence, minor injuries, minor blood, non-descriptive mentions of hospitals, mild language

Summary: Y/N owns a hostel in Croatia. When the very handsome Grant comes to work for her, she falls hard and fast for the new handyman.

A/N: This story takes place between Civil War and Infinity War, when Steve is on the run. There are a handful Croatian phrases/words used, which are translated at the end of this fic. Don’t ask me why all my Steve stories suddenly have foreign languages in them. As always, thanks for reading and supporting my writing in all the ways you do. Enjoy!

Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

Your morning starts off slow, like it always does, and after the handful of guests have finished breakfast and left to spend the rest of the day at the beach or in the mountains, you settle yourself behind the front counter and pull out your laptop. The dirty dishes can wait until later—Ana will be here in an hour, and she prefers doing the dishes over going over the books, so you have an unspoken deal that you’ll do the bookkeeping if she cleans up after meals.

You’re just opening up the software on your laptop when the front door opens. The bell above it jingles as a man steps in, bringing with him a warm gust of air. June has been unseasonably cool, but today is the warmest it’s been in weeks. You’ve kept most of the windows open all morning, even though it was still a bit chilly.

“Dobro jutro,” you greet. You carefully shift the laptop off to the side a few inches, being careful not to mess up the carefully arranged papers you’ve sorted out on the counter.

“Kako vam mogu pomoći?”

The man has a gray hiking backpack slung over his shoulder. He’s tall and blond, a dark blond that looks golden in the light from the outside but brown in the shadows. His thick beard and mustache are well-trimmed. You automatically open up the leatherbound reservation book and reach underneath the counter for a key. 

“Dobro jutro. Uh, govorite li engleski?” asks the man. He smiles politely, and you smile back, nodding.

“Of course,” you answer. “How can I help you?”

His eyes move to the pen in your hand, already poised over the next open spot in the reservation book. “I’m not here for a room. I’m here about the opening for a handyman.”

Surprised, you close the book again and tuck it back under the counter where it belongs, along with the key you’d grabbed. No one has come about the open position since you’d posted it months ago in the local cafe. Not even a sign outside the hostel has helped.

“In that case, my name’s Y/N. I’m the owner here.”

“Grant,” he replies, his hand already held out for you to shake.

You oblige with another smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Grant. Can I ask how you found out about the position? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around town.”

He nods once. “I just moved here from Italy, and from Switzerland before that.”

“So you’re making your way through Europe, then?” you ask. You’re not entirely surprised—he looks rugged enough that he could handle a long backpacking trip or several months of solo travel, unlike some of the college students you normally have traipsing through your village.

“In a way,” he answers. “Truthfully, I’d like to settle down someplace, but it’s been a rough few years. I haven’t quite found the place that feels like home yet.”

Secretly, as you listen to him explain the various European cities in which he’s lived, you wish that he’ll come to feel at home here. Brdonik isn’t large enough to be on any maps, but it’s been your home for almost a decade now, and you can’t imagine a better place. The whole community bands together, and people look out for each other. There’s enough tourism from backpackers and small cruises that you’re not totally isolated, but you’re still far enough removed that your daily life isn’t saturated with commercialism and the big city nonsense you often hear about through your guests. You’d experienced it enough before coming to Croatia, and you don’t ever plan on going back to the life you’d had before you moved.

“To answer your question,”—Grant’s gentle continuation pulls you from your thoughts—“I saw a flier posted in the cafe down the street. I stopped there for lunch.”

“What did you order?” you ask. You prop an elbow up on the counter and level him with your gaze.

“Is that important?

“If you want this job it is. You can tell a lot about a person based on what they order at a restaurant.”

He smiles a little. “I got the turkey sandwich.”

You consider his choice for a moment before giving him a nod. “Simple, but respectable. A clear tourist choice, but I like it.”

“You can’t go wrong with a turkey sandwich,” he adds.

“It’s a classic!” You smile back at him and then come around the counter into the main part of the lobby. You grab your clipboard from its hook on the wall.

“Let me give you a tour,” you tell him. “I’ll point out some of the things that need fixing, and then you can tell me if you still think you’re a good fit.”

Grant agrees, and he walks beside you as you lead him through the hostel. You show him the currently unoccupied rooms, as well as the common areas, and you give him plenty of time to inspect the stalled projects and major fixes that he’d been in charge of. While he looks around, you watch him carefully. There’s something familiar about him, something you can’t quite put your finger on, but he doesn’t set off any alarm bells in your head like some of the previous candidates had. He’s respectful of the property and the few lingering guests you come across, and Grant is polite enough to open doors for you as you approach them. He speaks softly and clearly, and his sense of humor is well-timed. Somehow, despite his hulking frame and obvious strength, you feel safe around him.

Eventually, you lead him to your office. Grant takes the seat in front of your desk and you close the door behind him, then sit behind your desk and pull a pad of paper from the drawer. He’s almost too big for the chair you normally reserve for college-age backpackers looking for a few days of housekeeping work. He’s relaxed, though, and he rests both arms on the thin wooden armrests as you get out what you need. You sneak a glance at him as you sit upright again. His eyes move slowly and carefully over the framed photos and documents on the wall, taking in each one of them individually before he moves onto the next—your college diploma from NYU, a photo of you with your family the last time they came to visit, a certificate of operation from the local government. His backpack is leaning up against the front leg of the chair and his left leg, and you briefly wonder how he’s afforded to travel so much. The bag looks brand new, and high-tech, too. Is he a tech mogul of some kind? A grown-up trust fund kid? Did he steal it, or is he just really good with money?

“You’ll have to excuse me, I don’t have any questions prepared for you,” you tell him as you reach for a pen.

He nods and looks back at you. “You weren’t expecting me to walk in today, I understand.”

“Either way, I have to say that so far, I’m very impressed with you.” You glance up again and give him a polite smile, then look back down as you write his name and the date at the top of the page. “What did you say your last name was again?”

“Carter,” he says.

Nodding, you add that at the top and make your first bullet point.

“Grant Carter. Are you named after someone? That seems a pretty traditional name for a guy your age.” You immediately cringe at the question. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. You don’t have to answer that.”

Chuckling, Grant shakes his head. “No, it’s alright. My mother was a big fan of Ulysses S. Grant.”

“The 18th president?” you ask, grinning wide.

He nods and lets out another small laugh. “That’s the one.”

“He’s not normally up there on peoples’ lists of favorite presidents.”

“She had her reasons, I guess,” Grant shrugs.

You hum a little with a smile and look back down at your almost empty legal pad. You have a million questions that you want to ask, and more that you know you should, but you allow yourself to think for a moment before you look up again. Whatever you ask has to be the right mix of the two.

“You’ve lived in a lot of really impressive places,” you begin, and Grant nods in confirmation. “Why come here? There are plenty of larger cities with more job openings. Better paying job openings,” you add.

“You sell yourself short,” Grant easily replies. He sits forward a little, his elbows sliding closer to the ends of the armrests. “Your town is beautiful. It’s comfortable, and a bit secluded. I’m looking for something quieter.”

“A lot of people are, but we’re not often what they want in the long run. How long are you planning on staying?”

Grant stares at you for a long moment before he replies, “Until I’m needed elsewhere.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s a bit cryptic, so I hope you don’t mind if I ask for a clearer answer.”

“I plan on staying indefinitely, but if it changes, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

Not quite satisfied with his answer, you still scribble down the response and make a second point on the next line down.

“Do you have handyman experience?”

Grant shakes his head. “But I’m a quick learner and I’m stronger than I look. Whatever I don’t already know how to do, I’ll pick it up quickly if I can get the information from someone or somewhere.”

I highly doubt you’re stronger than you look, you think, forcing yourself to look down at the paper and write, rather than at him. You already look pretty damn strong.

“Do you have a previous employer I can contact? Or references?”

“I can have that information to you by the end of the day.”

You nod and keep writing, and you don’t look up as you say, “We don’t typically provide housing for employees, as we’re a small enough village that commute isn’t an issue, but given that you’re new to town, I’m going to assume that you don’t have a place to stay yet.”

“No ma’am, I don’t.”

“I can get you set up in a room here, if that’s alright with you. I won’t expect you to work outside of normal business hours, except in an emergency, but that’s the same even if you lived off-property,” you tell him, looking up. You don’t lift your pen, and it’s a little satisfying to see that Grant looks mildly surprised. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who could be surprised by anything.

“You’re hiring me?” he asks.

“Should I not?”

He quickly recovers and shakes his head, giving you a small smile. “I was just surprised that you’re not waiting until after you’ve seen my references.”

“Are you a horrible person?”

“I don’t think so, no.

“Are you a terrible employee?” you ask, putting your pen down on the desk.

“I’m loyal to a fault.”

“Should I be concerned about criminal activity?”

Grant laughs. “I’m a model citizen, though I did steal a piece of cake when I was a kid.”

“I’ll be sure to inform the local authorities,” you tease, grinning. You slide the notepad onto your desk and stand, holding out your hand for him to shake. Grant obliges. “You’re hired, Mr. Carter. If you’re ready, I’ll show you to your room so you can get settled in before your first day tomorrow.”

“I’d like that, thank you,” he replies.

“I won’t take the room out of your salary unless it prevents us from taking guests, but I don’t see that becoming an issue, except maybe in mid-July,” you tell him as you move around the desk to the door. “The handyman position pays 800 euros a month. You’ll be paid bi-weekly in check or cash, whichever your preference. We don’t have direct deposit here. If you need an account in town, there’s a bank down the road.”

“Cash is fine,” he says. He picks up his bag and swings it over his shoulder before following you back out into the hallway, then out to the lobby. You make a pit stop at the front desk to grab a key before heading up the main staircase.

The private, single person rooms on the third floor are a little older, and you briefly worry as you climb the stairs if the beds will be able to hold Grant’s weight. You don’t use them as often now that you’ve finished transforming the old hotel into a hostel. There’s a thin coating of dust on the handrail and you make a mental note to give this floor a thorough cleaning tomorrow while he’s occupied, that way you won’t be intruding. 

You lead Grant to the end of the hall, where the rooms are slightly larger and the windows overlook the ocean. While the view is great, most of your summer guests only fill the dorm-style rooms, so you’re fairly certain you won’t be missing out on any profit by giving him this room.

“Here we are,” you say, and you open the door before stepping aside so he can enter first.

Grant ducks through the doorway and flips the light switch, then looks around in silence. You wait in the hallway, holding your breath as he makes his inspection.

“This is nice,” he finally says, looking back at you. He drops his bag at the foot of the bed. “You’re sure it’s alright if I stay here?”

You wave one hand dismissively. “It’s fine.”

Your phone chimes in your back pocket and you pull it out, quickly reading the notification. It’s only mildly urgent, but you can feel Grant trying to look occupied as he waits for you to leave, so you look up and gesture back towards the stairs with your phone. 

“I’ve gotta take care of something, but you’re in luck. Every Thursday night we host a group dinner for the guests. The food is all cooked by a chef from a local restaurant in an attempt to promote the local cuisine, so you’re welcome to join us, or I can recommend some other restaurants in the area, if you want to explore a little bit more. We eat at seven.”

Nodding, Grant smiles and crosses the room to pull the key from where you’d left it in the lock. “I’ll see you at seven. It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too, Grant. Welcome aboard!” You smile once more, then turn and head back down the hall. His door closes as you reach the top of the stairs, and suddenly, you can’t wait for dinnertime.

You occupy yourself for the majority of the day by compiling a list of projects for Grant, as well as contacting the references he sends you using the email address on the hostel’s website. He gets glowing reviews from each and every person on the list, though they all seem a little confused when you first ask about him. 

Grant comes down to the first floor at five minutes to seven, and you’re just greeting the first small group of guests to arrive back from their excursions when he steps down from the bottom step. You glance over and give him a quick, acknowledging smile before turning back to the guests.

“Dobor dan! How was your time at the beach?” you ask. They reply politely in a mix of English and their own native language. You vaguely recognize it as French. You’re about to tell them in English about the dinner schedule, hoping that they’ll understand at least partially, but Grant begins talking in rapid-fire French before you even open your mouth.

It takes everything in you to keep your jaw from dropping straight through the floor. None of Grant’s references had mentioned he was bilingual, and neither did he. It feels like it should’ve been obvious, however, given that every single person he’d talked to had mentioned his incredible intelligence and ability to pick up skills quicker than anybody they knew.

Still, you watch in stunned silence from behind the front desk and Grant chatters with the guests. He leads them from the lobby and into the adjoining sitting area, where you hear them sit down and continue to talk. Someone laughs, and then Grant does, too. It’s a deep, mellow baritone, and you catch yourself grinning before you manage to stifle it.

When the next group of guests walk in, you guide them into the sitting room with the others. Grant catches your eye as you turn the corner, and when he smiles, you swear that your heart stutters in your chest.

He’s your employee, you chide yourself, and you turn your back on the group on the premise of prepping a plate of cookies for the coffee table.

“Dinner should be ready soon,” you say as you set the plate in the center of the group. Grant translates for you, first in French, and then in a language that sounds almost Spanish, but you know enough of that to know that it’s something different. All the guests nod in agreement.

You settle against one of the heavy wood bookshelves and watch quietly as Grant chats with the guests, switching fluidly between languages whenever he turns to a new person. It’s amazing, so you simply stay silent as you listen to the flurry of foreign words in the sitting room. You’ve never heard the pre-dinner conversation so lively. It brings a new warmth to the hostel, and you can’t help but smile as you watch the guests come alive, even though they’re exhausted.

“Dinner is ready!” Ana calls. She pokes her head in the door, and she smiles wide when she sees the guests talking excitedly. Every seat is taken. When she turns to look at you, you only grin.

“What’s going on?” she asks, stepping closer so she can lower her voice. “Who is that?”

You lean in, whispering, “His name is Grant. He’s the new handyman, and apparently, he speaks multiple languages.”

“Apparently?”

“I didn’t know when I hired him! This,” you gesture with one hand towards the circle of guests, who have started to rise now that Grant has passed along the message about dinner, “was a surprise to me, too. He just started talking to them on his own. I didn’t ask him to do anything.”

Ana raises her eyebrows, giving you a meaningful look. Before you can scold her for trying to meddle in your love life, she slips away and Grant appears at your side.

“Who is that?” he asks.

Goosebumps erupt on your arms at the sound of his deep voice so close to your ear. He’s leaned down so you can hear him clearly, and though he’s not quite in your space, he’s still close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. It should feel stifling in the early summer heat, but it’s comforting, and you turn towards him with a bright smile.

“Ana. She’s the manager when I’m not here. I’ll introduce you later. How come you never told me you spoke all those languages?” you ask.

Grant just smiles back at you. “You never asked.”

“I’ll make sure to add that to my list of questions for the next time I have to hire someone.” You gesture at the line of guests filtering through the doorway to the hostel’s dining room. “We should eat. Most of the guests have spent all day hiking or at the beach, and they’ll be hungry. Our local chefs are all amazing, so the food always goes quickly.”

“What’s on the menu?” Grant asks. He starts to walk and you fall into step beside him, noting how he angles himself sideways and stoops through the doorway so that you’re not squashed into the doorframe. It’s a miracle he doesn’t hit his head on any of the lowered ceilings or hanging decor in the building.

I’ll have to warn him about the lights in the rooms on the second floor, you note.

“Punjene paprike. Stuffed peppers,” you translate. You pause and watch as the guests choose their seats, silently making sure there are enough chairs. When it’s clear you’ve done the math correctly, you look over at Grant. “How many languages do you speak?”

He shrugs and surveys the long table filled with food. People are already piling their plates high and chattering with their friends and family, and the room is filled with amicable noise. The sun coming in from the windows is golden. The windows face south, which is one of the many reasons why you’d first purchased the building. It needs a lot of work, and it always has, but the view of the ocean from the dining room windows, along with the way the sun illuminates the whole room, helps make all the work worth it.

“This place is beautiful,” says Grant, quietly. “You’ve done well.”

You look over at him, surprised at the praise. It warms you from the inside out, and you smile when he meets your eyes. “Thank you. I’ve worked hard.”

He nods, and after a moment, he gestures towards the table. There are two empty seats beside each other, near the far end of the room. Ana has taken the seat across from them and she’s already begun to eat.

You follow Grant across the dining room, and you try not to act surprised when he pulls out the chair and helps you sit before taking the spot beside yours. Ana catches your eye as you reach for a dish, but you look away. You can’t risk having her embarrass you in front of the guests.

Or Grant, the cheeky little voice in your brain adds, but you quickly push the thought to the far reaches of your brain. Showing your hand—and your burgeoning feelings for Grant—right now is something you need even less.

“So, you’re from New York?” he asks.

You look up from where you’re pulling a napkin into your lap. “What?”

“Your degree. It’s from NYU, so I’m assuming that you’re from the States.”

Nodding, you allow him to serve one of the peppers onto your plate, and you heap an extra serving of rice onto the side of your plate before handing him the bowl. You don’t want to assume he likes anything, especially since he ordered one of the most American things on the menu at the cafe.

“I am. I grew up in Manhattan, and I decided to stay there for college. Once I got my degree in hospitality, I decided it was time I see more of the world,” you tell him. 

“Why Croatia?” Grant asks.

You shrug and pick up your fork. “Honestly? I don’t know why. I didn’t even mean to come here. I ended up on the wrong train and decided to stick it out. I figured it would be a fun experience either way, but I fell in love with it here. On my second day here, I saw that this building was up for sale and I had just enough money in my savings to buy it. It was a big risk, but I think that it was worth it.”

He looks around the room, listening to the conversations for a few moments before he smiles. “I think so, too.”

“Where are you from?” you ask. “You’re clearly American.”

Grant laughs at that, nodding. “I grew up in Brooklyn. When I was old enough, I served in the army for a few years, and since then I’ve just been… traveling.”

The army thing makes sense, and you file that information away for later. The two of you start to eat, exchanging a few more words throughout the meal. Grant offers to help Ana with the dishes. She’s giddy at the proposal, so you let them head into the kitchen as you help guests arrange their plans for the next day. You find yourself straining to listen for the sound of his voice during the quiet moments, however, but by the time the dishes are finished, Grant tells you that he’s exhausted and he wants to get a good night’s rest before his first day on the job. You wish him goodnight from the front desk, then wait for Ana to appear and barrage you with a million questions about the new handyman.

You learn quickly that there’s even more to Grant than meets the eye. He’d been telling the truth in his interview—he’s deceptively strong, and he really does learn quicker than anyone you’ve ever met. His Croatian improves leaps and bounds in the first few months at the hostel. By the end of the summer, he’s practically fluent, even if he does bumble through some of the more complicated phrases with a faint blush on his cheeks.

The longstanding projects for the hostel are all completed by the end of August, leaving you scrambling to keep Grant busy. When you can’t find anything to do, however, he busies himself by exploring the far reaches of the island, speaking with the guests in a myriad of languages, and keeping you company in the lobby or in your office. His presence, which had once seemed much too large for the old brick building, has settled. He seems at home in the armchair you buy for the corner of your office, and he’s become a fixture in the doorway of the lobby, where he likes to stand and watch traffic pass by.

It’s on one of the hottest days of the year that you first get a glimpse behind Grant’s ever-friendly facade. You’re behind the desk, going through the reservations for the upcoming week, when there’s a shout from outside. The front door to the hostel is propped open in an attempt to let in a breeze, and Grant has taken up residence in his normal spot. You’ve only just processed the shout when there’s an explosion. The floor beneath you shakes and shudders, and you grip the edge of the desk in an attempt to keep upright.

Grant whirls around and fixes his eyes on you. He’s scanning you, up and down, searching for any sign of injury.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You nod, swallowing thickly, and peer over his shoulder. There’s no sign of what’s happened outside, but you can hear screaming and shouting. There’s a gunshot and you flinch.

“Stay here, and stay hidden,” says Grant, and you know in an instant that it’s an order. “Stay quiet and don’t let anyone in. Okay?”

Nodding again, you drop to a crouch, then curl up on the floor with your back against the desk. You clutch your phone in one hand and listen as Grant closes, then locks the door. When he doesn’t appear behind the desk, you crawl over to the side and look out into the small lobby. He’s gone.

Your arms shake beneath you and you have to fall back against the desk for support before you fall flat on your face. Squeezing your eyes shut, you listen to the commotion outside. There are no more explosions, but you hear more screams and shouts, followed by a crash and gunshots. Your heart pounds in your chest as the noise gets closer and closer. You know that Grant was in the army, so he must have military training, but the thought of him outside—the thought of him in danger—makes you want to puke.

There’s a thud against the front door and you flinch. Your body tenses and you curl up in the fetal position, trying to maintain your breathing. It doesn’t work, however, and when there’s another bang, you scream.

“Molim! Molim, let me in!”

You look around the edge of the desk again. It’s a woman on the other side, and the desperation in her voice propels you to your feet and into the lobby without a second thought. You twist the lock and yank open the door.

A slim woman dressed entirely in black grins at you. Her eyes are a shocking shade of electric blue and her teeth are bright white—a stark contrast against the mask that hides the rest of her features.

“Sorry, dragi,” she says, and you gasp when she reveals the gun in her left hand. With the other, she reaches out and grabs you. “You’re coming with me.”

“No!” You fight against the woman’s grip, and when you lift your eyes to search for help from someone else, you can’t believe what you’re seeing.

Grant is lifting a car off someone. He lifts the car and tosses it aside with a heave and a grunt, and then he’s fighting someone hand-to-hand. The man in black is clearly trained because he gets in a few hits, but Grant never stays down for long. He’s slowly forcing the man back down the street, towards the beach, instead of towards the line of shops that’s on the other side of the hostel.

There’s a blast as another explosive goes off, this time in a restaurant diagonal from your front door. Stone and rubble flies in every direction. The street is empty of people, thankfully, except for the people Grant is fighting. Somewhere down the street, a car alarm is going off, and the light from the harsh midday sun is almost blinding. Your ears are ringing from the blast and the alarm. You think you scream at some point, but you’re not sure.

The man that Grant has been fighting has been thrown back by the blast, but Grant is still standing, as if he’s anchored onto the pavement. There’s a metal car door in his hand. He’s gripping onto a piece of the leather interior, and the red painted finish on the outside has been battered by the flying debris. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath.

The woman drags you out of the hostel and onto the street. She wraps her arm around your shoulders and places the gun against the side of your head. You stop struggling then, and your breath catches in your throat as your heart begins to pound even harder. Your vision is going blurry along the edges, but not enough to miss the way Grant’s jaw clenches when he catches sight of you.

“Captain Rogers!” the woman shouts.

He throws a second man off of him and turns fully towards you and the woman. “Let her go!”

In your ear, the woman chuckles. It’s low and dark, and full of malice, and you shiver. You close your eyes and pray that it’s all just a bad dream.

“Not until you come with us,” the woman replies.

“Leave her and the others out of this.”

When you open your eyes, Grant is looking past you at the woman. The light reflects in his deep blue eyes, and it’s then that you realize what he’s been hiding from you.

How did I miss it before?

“Steve Rogers,” you choke.

He looks at you again. “Y/N…”

“You’re Steve Rogers.”

There’s a pause as he watches you with clear regret, and then the woman laughs, shocking you out of your revelation.

“How precious!” she exclaims. “Your little boss had no clue who you were?”

“Let. Her. Go.” Steve takes a step forward and the woman’s grip on you tightens. You can’t stop the whimper that escapes you when she pushes the gun harder against your head, making you crane your neck to one side.

Two new men in black come up behind Steve. He turns his head slightly, listening to their approach, but he doesn’t move. You can tell that he’s calculating what to do next.

There’s a moment of clarity as you watch them launch themselves at him. Steve fights like he was born for it—and maybe he was, you rationalize—and as he easily overcomes them both, you have a revelation that’s nothing short of a rock at the pit of your stomach.

Steve has to get out of this alive. So many people count on him, and they always have. Though you know that there are a lot of people all over the world who consider him a criminal, you also know that there are a lot of people just like you that think Steve deserves a place of honor for all that he’s done and all the sacrifices he’s made.

The safety on the woman’s gun clicks off and Steve freezes. The two men take advantage of that, and they grab his arms, pulling them tightly behind his back and pushing him to his knees. He falls with a grunt. One of the men grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head back until he’s looking at you and the woman from his place on the ground. He doesn’t fight back.

“Steve,” you plead. “You have to fight. You can’t let them take you.”

“I’m not leaving you,” he replies. He shifts his gaze to the woman without moving his head. “If I go with you, you’ll let her go?”

“You have my word.”

Heat swells in your eyes and you know that you’re about to cry. “No! Don’t trust her, Steve! You can’t believe her!”

The woman jostles you and you close your eyes on instinct. A tear slips down your cheek.

“Shut up,” she growls. 

You swallow thickly. At your sides, your hands and fingers have gone numb, and your legs are barely holding you upright. 

“Alright,” Steve agrees. “I’ll go with you.”

A sob bursts through and the woman releases you. She practically throws you to the ground, and you have just enough time to get your arms out in front of you before you hit the road. Pain shoots up both limbs and the pavement digs into your forearms. From where you lay, you watch the men pull Steve to his feet. He moves with them and doesn’t fight back as they drag him to a black cargo van on the perimeter of the blast zone.

“Steve!” you scream. Your voice breaks and your throat feels raw as you push yourself up and stumble in their direction. The movement sends pins and needles into your hands and feet, but you do it anyway. Your limbs feel completely out of your control as you attempt to go after them.

Steve looks back at you. He’s too far now for you to make out his expression, but you can see that he’s trying to tell you something. The man on his right shoves his shoulder and he’s forced into the van. 

“Let him go! Steve!” You start to sprint, running after the van as the back door slides shut and the woman, who climbed into the driver’s seat while you were getting to your feet, begins to navigate it through the rubble from the explosions. The tinted windows keep you from seeing Steve inside and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

“Someone help me! Stop that van!”

You run until you physically can’t. The van is long gone, and when you collapse onto the street, a crowd gathers around you. People are murmuring and asking you questions. There are too many hands, too many faces, even if many of them are familiar. Your vision swims as you’re rolled onto your back. The summer sun beats down on you harder, and you try to focus, but all you can manage is a mumble of Steve’s name before you lose consciousness on the pavement.

When you wake, the soft beeping noise is enough to tell you that you’re in a hospital. You open your eyes, expecting to be greeted by white walls and bedding, and maybe a wall of cabinets with a sink. Instead, there’s a slanted wall of glass windows, each separated by a pillar of concrete. Thin, almost invisible computer screens with golden text are scattered around your room, each displaying charts, figures, and data in a language you can’t read. Some are embedded into the walls on either side of the bed, while others float above white counters that look more like control panels for a spaceship. There are scans of someone’s body and brain—your brain, you realize after a long moment—that spin in circles on the floating screens.

A hiss makes you flinch, and you quickly look away from the brain scan to where a young, dark-skinned girl is walking in through a set of sliding glass doors you hadn’t seen before. Her white, high-necked sheath dress looks nothing like hospital attire, especially since it’s sleeveless and only has mesh to cover her shoulders and a few inches below her knees, but she’s holding a tablet and looks so serious that you wonder if maybe she’s not a regular doctor. After all, this doesn’t seem like a normal hospital. Where are you? Did the men in black come back to get you, too?

“Y/N, it’s good to see you awake. How are you feeling?” she asks.

Her accent is jarring, and you blink. When you go to speak, you have to lick your lips a few times. They’re dry, and your mouth feels so much like sandpaper that for a moment you don’t think you’ll actually be able to say anything at all.

“Where am I?” you finally ask in return. “Who are you?”

She smiles briefly and checks something on her tablet, then glances over at one of the floating screens off to the side. Seemingly satisfied, she locks the device and sets it aside.

“My name is Shuri. You’re in Wakanda. You will be safe here.”

You frown. “Wakanda?” None of the hospitals even remotely close to the hostel hold that name, not even in passing, but it sounds familiar.

“Yes. We’re friends of Captain Rogers. When we heard about his capture, and how you were involved, we brought you here.”

Tears burn hot in your eyes as the memories from the street outside the hostel come flooding back all at once. How long have you been in the hospital? Who’s looking for Steve?

“We have located him already,” she continues, and you inhale sharply, shifting in the bed as you reach up to wipe your face. “And the Dora Milaje has been sent to retrieve him.”

“The what?” you ask. Your voice shakes and you swallow hard in an attempt to steady yourself.

Shuri smiles again. “The Dora Milaje. They are our special forces here in Wakanda. Let me ask again, how are you feeling?”

You move in the bed a little bit more, testing your limbs for stiffness or pain. Surprisingly, there’s very little. “I’m… I’m okay, I think. Confused, mostly. Thirsty.” Your stomach growls, so you quickly add, “Hungry.”

She laughs and nods, then picks up her tablet. Shuri taps a few times before glancing down at something through the slanted windows. 

“Someone will bring you food shortly. I’ll also have someone come change the bandages on your hands and wrists. Your injuries are healing nicely. You should still rest a while longer, but I will make sure you’re notified when Captain Rogers has been safely returned.”

Nodding, you sit back against the pillows, but you quickly sit up again with a gasp. “The hostel! Ana!”

“We’ve sent someone to assist Miss Mitrovich in your absence,” Shuri soothes. She steps closer to the bed and you lie back as she approaches. “There were very few repairs that needed to be done to your building, but they are taken care of, and all your guests are safe. I have already dispatched a team of Wakandan specialists to help with the rebuild of Brdonik. We are also installing a security system in your building.”

You sigh in relief and close your eyes, swallowing against the dryness again. You lay in silence, listening to Shuri as she moves around the room and mutters to herself. When you finally open your eyes again, it’s because she’s greeting someone as the sliding glass doors hiss open for a second time.

“Grant,” you murmur, and he gives you a weak smile from just inside the doorway. You correct yourself, shaking your head. “Steve.”

“Grant is my middle name,” he quietly explains. “And Carter…”

“Agent Carter,” you finish. “I see the connection now.”

While waiting for your food, you’ve slowly been piecing together the different parts of Steve’s life that you knew, trying to get the full picture. You’ve known him personally as Grant, the quiet man from Brooklyn that is good with his hands, always knows exactly what to say when you’re in a bad mood, and is a hit with every guest that crosses your threshold. On the other hand, you also know him as Steve, the All-American super-soldier that’s plastered across every history textbook you’ve ever been given. He’s also the super-soldier that you’ve watched on the news, listening to reporter after reporter praise him like he’s a god, then publicly curse and shame him on their next breath.

Shuri quietly excuses herself. You stare at Steve as she leaves through the sliding doors behind him. There’s a cut above his right eyebrow, and blood caked in his beard, right below a nasty split in his lower lip. He’s standing lopsided, like he’s keeping the weight off his right foot, and he looks like he could use a shower and a long nap.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

He nods again. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For dragging you into this,” Steve answers. He sighs. “For getting you hurt. For putting you in danger.”

You shake your head and sit up a little more in the bed, allowing the pillows to prop you upright. “None of this is your fault.”

“It is, and—”

“And nothing,” you interrupt. You give him a stern look and he presses his lips together with a wince. “You didn’t know that there was any danger. If you had, wouldn’t you have left?”

After a second, Steve nods, and you continue,

“And if you’d been able to stop it from happening, you would’ve, right?”

Another nod and you smooth the surprisingly soft hospital blanket over your legs.

“Then it’s not really your fault, Grant. Steve,” you correct again, more firmly this time. You’re still coming to terms with the fact that he’s not 100% who he said he was.

“But you still got hurt. I still put you in danger just by being there. I shouldn’t have stayed as long as I did. I got too comfortable, and too close, and I was careless.”

You purse your lips and watch him for several moments. Steve stays still under your inspection, waiting for you to say something.

Finally, you tell him, “I don’t regret what happened, and if I had the chance to go back in time and change things, I wouldn’t. I’m not in mortal danger, and you’re safe again. The hostel is being taken care of. None of the guests got hurt. Tourism might be down for a couple months but…” You shrug. “It’s the end of the busiest season anyway, and I have enough savings that I’m not going to worry.”

Steve shakes his head at you, then turns to look at the screens. He doesn’t seem to be actually reading them, but he puts his hands on his hips as he stares at a spinning scan of your hand and wrist.

“Do you regret it?” you ask.

He turns back. He’s silent for a few seconds as he watches you fidget with the hem of the blanket in your lap. “No,” Steve finally replies. “I don’t.”

“Me neither.”

When he doesn’t move, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. You’re not dressed in a normal hospital gown—someone has put you in leggings and a tunic of some kind—but you still shiver when your bare feet touch the floor.

“Y/N—” Steve limps towards you, holding both hands out to steady you if you lose your balance. You don’t, and he stops a few feet away.

“I don’t regret any of it, Steve,” you say. You start to close the distance between the two of you even more. “Not a single minute.”

“Volim te,” Steve murmurs.

You freeze, now within arm’s reach. “What?”

“Volim te.”

Your brain is working a mile a minute to catch up with what he’s said. Steve shifts in place, wincing as he transfers the weight to his injured leg. 

“You should get that checked out,” you quietly tell him, glancing down at his leg.

He stares at you, as if he was expecting a different response. You know he was, but you’re suddenly so overwhelmed by everything that it’s the first thing out of your mouth. 

“I—” You close your eyes and shake your head, letting out a small self-conscious chuckle. “I’m sorry. I love you too, Steve. I do. I love you. I don’t— I don’t know why I said that. I guess I’m just worried—”

He cuts you off by stepping into your space and cupping your face with one hand. His fingers thread up into your hair and he tilts your head back so he can press his lips to yours. Your arms fall limp at your sides for a second, but then your brain catches up. You close your eyes and reach up to put one hand on the back of his neck. The other slides around his waist, pulling him closer as he kisses you.

Steve’s body is warm and though he winces with pain, then pulls away slightly to touch his fingers to his busted lip, neither one of you actually moves away from the other. You stay close enough to feel the heat from his breath on your skin.

“You need to eat,” he murmurs.

“And you need a doctor,” you reply.

He smiles a little, more just pressing his lips together than anything, and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes again when he lingers.

“Don’t go,” he says as you step away. 

You frown and crowd close again, and you place both hands on his chest. “Steve?”

“No. I mean, you should go now, but…” He struggles for a second, trying to find the words he wants to say, and you wait patiently. “What I meant was: Don’t go back to Croatia. Stay with me.”

“What about the hostel? What about Ana and the guests?”

“I’ve heard you say a thousand times that she could probably run the place on her own. Plus, it’s the end of the busiest season, and after everything that’s happened, tourism will probably be low. You said it yourself.” 

Steve reaches up to pull your hands off of him, but he holds them and rubs little circles over your knuckles with his thumbs. He watches you carefully, giving you his full attention. His eyes are deep and blue, and the crinkle between his eyebrows has disappeared completely now that he’s sure you’re okay.

“So, what? I’d stay here in Wakanda? What would I do?” you ask, frowning. “They don’t really have tourists here, do they? It’s not like they need a hostel.”

“No, but I need a partner.”

“Don’t you already have partners, Steve? What about the Falcon? Or Black Widow? Or even your friend that you told me about—James? Isn’t he a superhero, too?” 

Shaking his head, he answers, “That’s not the kind of partner I need, Y/N. I don’t need a partner to fight with. I need a partner that I can live with. Someone to make a home with.”

You stare at him for a second, allowing your brain to process what he’s just said, and then you give him a slow, sly smile. Inside, you’re giddy and jumping up and down, but all you do is pull your hands in a little more so he has to step closer to you.

“Steven Grant Rogers, are you asking me to move in with you?”

“I guess I am.” His ears are starting to turn a bright shade of pink, and it’s beginning to creep along his cheekbones as well, just above his beard. 

Steve’s still holding your hands captive, so you simply raise an eyebrow. “Do you have a place to live here in Wakanda? Or are we going to be staying here in my hospital room until you find one?”

He shrugs and grins back at you. “King T’Challa gave me an apartment.”

“The king gave you an apartment?” You pull your hands away and step back. You can’t hide your disbelief, though deep down, you figure it’s very likely that the king tried to give Steve more. He’s a hero, even if most of the world doesn’t believe it.

“The princess was just in here going over your medical information, and you’re shocked that he gave me an apartment?” Steve asks, a smirk on his face.

You gape at him even more. “You’re kidding. Steve, that was not—”

“Princess Shuri. She’s made most of the technology around here, and she oversees the recovery of important patients. Like you,” he adds.

“If I’d known—”

He leans in and kisses your forehead again. “You don’t need to bow or anything. They don’t do that here, though I’m sure she’d appreciate a thank you the next time you see her. Maybe compliment one of her inventions. T’Challa says she likes that.”

“The next time?” you hiss. “Steve—”

This time, he laughs at you. It’s a full-bodied laugh, unlike the sparse chuckles you’ve gotten out of him since his return, and you relax. You smile, too, a real smile that makes your cheeks ache as you press your burning face against his chest. Steve wraps his arms around you. His body shakes as he laughs, but he quickly settles down and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you tell him, not letting go. In fact, you hug him tighter around the waist with both arms.

“Me too. Come on, ljubavi. Let’s go home.”

Dobro jutro = Good morning

Kako vam mogu pomoći? = How can I help you?

Govorite li engleski? = Do you speak English?

Dobor dan = Good afternoon

Molim = Please

Dragi = Darling

Volim te = I love you

Ljubavi = Love/my love

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[elliesgaythoughts]

me and my bestie had a field day😭

(this can’t be sane)

@atyourmerci I feel like you’d appreciate these😭

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛ'ᴀᴄʜᴀʟʟᴀ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇ 14 ʙ��ᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʀɪʀɪ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʀᴀᴍᴏɴᴅᴀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🥹

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ:ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ʀɪʀɪ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ! ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴜᴅᴀᴋᴜ

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖

Shuri stares in anger and jealousy, seeing Riri and you snuggle up to each other while doing a project that you and Shuri were supposed to be working on together. She rolls her eyes, turning her chair away from you two and focusing on her part of the project. Okoye was complaining about how her new spear was malfunctioning, so you and Shuri were trying to see what the problem was.

Well, more like Shuri was trying to see what the problem was since the two lovers behind her were too caught up in each other and giggling too loud for her comfort, but she tried to ignore it and focus on the thing in front of her.

She looked through all the parts and finally found out what the problem was: the cord connected to one of the gears was stuck. She just needed a screw to get it out. Shuri turned to you and said, "Hey, n/n, can you pass me a screwdriver?" She tried to ask.

But you were too busy giggling with Riri to notice that she asked you a question: "Y/N!" She asked a little louder, but you still didn't hear her "Y/N!" You and Riri jumped at her loud voice and turned around to face her. "Oh, sorry, did you need something?" Riri asked.

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I wasn't asking you," she said with a slight jab in her voice. "Shuri! ungabi luhlaza!" You scolded, crossing your own arms, "Oh? You heard that, but I have to call your name multiple times for you to listen."You sighed and uncrossed your arms.

"Okay, I'm sorry. What did you need?" You asked.

"As I was asking, I needed a screwdriver since I'm basically done with Okoye's spear." Your eyes went wide in surprise. "Wait, you did it without me?!" You asked slightly upset, "Well, if you were actually paying attention to your part of the project, I wouldn't have had to do it myself now, screwdriver, please," she asked, holding her hand out.

You slowly got one from on top of your desk and walked over, putting it in her palm, and she turned around, not sparing you a single glance, leaving a slight pain in your chest.

After finishing the spear, she got up and went to find Okoye, leaving the couple alone in the lab. After finding Okoye and giving her spear back to her, she leaned her back against the wall and slid down, sitting there for a few minutes just rekindling her thoughts until a rich, elegant voice came into your ears.

This wasn't the first time you basically blew her off for Riri leaving her to do a project; it was basically like you forgot about her every time she wanted to hang out with you; you just happened to already have something planned with Riri that very same day, which hurt her to the core.

But her feelings for you never faded; in fact, they grew stronger each day, but she knew that you two would never happen since you were already happy with somebody else. Even though it hurt, she still wanted her best friend to be happy.

"What's the matter, child?" She looked up to see the Queen standing there in all her glory, looking down at her daughter, her hands gracefully behind her back. "Mother," she said, quickly standing up and sitting since she was literally just sitting on the floor. She chuckled at her daughter's goofy nature.

"It's nothing, just thinking something over," she said, shrugging her shoulders, but as if she read her mind, she could tell Shuri wasn't telling the truth. "It's about y/n, isn't it?" Shuri's eyes widened at how fast she figured it out.

"How did you?" She smiled and took out her hands. "Isithandwa me and y/n's mother found out the moment we saw how you would always glance at her? You were definitely a teenager in love." Shuri looked down in sheer embarrassment. "But that doesn't really matter anymore; she's with Riri," she said, her shoulders shrinking down.

She patted her head. "The future isn't set in stone. No offense to Riri, but you and y/n were destined to be together ever since you were born. She might not know it now, but give her time, and she just might understand." Shuri slowly nodded, taking in her words. She walked away to attend to her duties just as you turned the corner.

"Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you!" She exclaimed, jogging up to the princess, "Well, here I am." She smiled, but Shuri could see that you were twiddling your fingers, and she knew that you only did that when you were nervous.

What's up, y/n?" She asked now, getting nervous. She obviously didn't want to hear anything about you and Riri, but she didn't know if it was important or not.

"Well, you know about that small festival you wanted to take me to next week?" She nodded her head, remembering about asking her, and she told you that she would clear her schedule.

"Yeah, what about it?" You looked behind you, and she moved her head to see Riri standing against the wall.

"I'm not going to be able to go because I'm going to be spending that day with Riri," you said.

Every emotion in her body shut down; the only thing she saw was red. "So let me get this straight." Shuri started her face getting darker and her jaw clenching.

"You basically want to ditch me at an event that we planned weeks prior and that you promised me we would go to together just to be with her?" You slowly nodded your head. It took her everything to not punch the wall next to your head.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Now she was completely done and was not going to hold back any longer.

You jumped back, and her sudden rage—you've never seen Shuri like this. Sure, she might have her fits, but they were never this bad. I know it's bad, but I promise I'll be free next time."

"No, I don't. There is no next time. This is like the 14th time you blew me off, and for what huh, we've haven't hung out in months, and when I wanted to, you always blew out plans away for her.

"Does our friendship not matter anymore?!" Shuri could feel tears cloud her vision with each word.

Tears started to form in your eyes as you tried to reason with her.

"Of course it matters, Shuri," she said, but she only scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"It obviously doesn't if you do this continuously. I can't do this anymore. I'm done." She walks past you, bumping your shoulder. You tried to grab her arm, but she just ripped away.

"Shuri!" She didn't answer, and she just kept walking away. Riri came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder, as you broke down, feeling your entire world rip apart.

[shurisbathwater]

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 -- shuri udaku x blk fem!reader

*implied smut ??? ---*

--No idea by don toliver.

YOU ROLLED the window down to Shuri's black Mercedes as she sped off into the dark night -- the street dead silent , like it was just you and her in the world. You stick your head out of the tinted windows as she zips through the streets of wakanda.

Your hair flowed in the wind as you let your arms out, you squealed as you move your hands around. " ahhhh!!" You screamed as she rapidly drives. She looked at you with those low eyes. She licks her lips as she turns to look at the road again.

You giggle lightly as the moonlight glistens on your honey skin, your melanin standing out even more.

Shuri cranked up don toliver a little and leaned her head back --

I'm picky with my women i decided,

Call me to 'yo crib and Imma slide in.

You come back into the car but leave the windows open, letting the wind in, your hair still blowing.

You look over at shuri to find her already staring at you. "unomtsalane kakhulu. ---you're so attractive." She mutters under her breath. "If only i had you all to myself." She breathed out as she looked away from you.

"Then take me." You whisper seductively, your voice as sweet as honey.

"For a night only, shuri."

sorry this is lowkey trash but bc im working on other projects:// I wanted to pop up and write sum for yall rq

[idekwhatthisis69]

Don't Let Go

Shuri x FEM Reader

Gif by @unicornspwnall

Summary: You and Shuri are best friends and therefore you're close with T'Challa. So when Shuri asks you to help try to save her brother you don't hesitate to accept. However, you probably should've thought about the consequences of using the power of the mind stone on someone so close to death.

Content: Angst, character death, fluff

Word Count: 3083 words

"Let go. You n-need to..."

"No! Where's Shuri?! She should be he-"

Darkness. Pain. Grief. It engulfed you.

You had been trying to ease your friend, T'Challa's pain with the powers you gained from the mind stone. Your hands on each one of his temples connecting your mind to his. He was dying, and you were restricting the pain he was feeling, giving him more strength to hold on as you both waited for Shuri, your best friend, to come. At first, you were hoping she would come with a solution, an answer like she normally does, a way to save her brother. But now, you could feel T'Challa slowly slipping away. He wasn't going to make it, whether he received medicine or not. You just wanted Shuri to be by his side for one last time.

However, you had never really used your power to connect to a dying person before. You didn't realise how badly you would be affected by it, which is why you planned to let the connection break just before your friend passed over. Of course, this plan was made as a last resort. You hadn't actually pictured how this worst-case scenario would turn out, and you definitely didn't think about how painful this would be. To feel the life leave one of your close friends, the exact moment it happened.

The last thing you remember was watching T'Challa's eyes slowly close. All of the pain you were sharing with him vanished, and for a moment, all you felt was peace as your eyes mimicked his, letting darkness consume you. Until you remembered what that peace meant, what it entailed and how much pain and grief Wakanda, and more importantly, Shuri would suffer from because of this peace. You felt as though you could already hear her muffled cries.

"Why- why did you leave me, brother?" You heard sniffles in between her words. "Why could I not save you? Why did this happen to us?" Then sobs echoed through the air. Hearing this broke you. To hear your best friend, who you love more than anyone else, in such pain. You cursed your brain for making this up. For making her words seem so real. For thickening her accent as she wept. You tried to open your eyes to come back to your surroundings and face the reality of how you were unable to save your friend. But you couldn't. You hadn't even realised how you could not feel any part of your body.

You started to panic. How long have you been left in this darkness? What happened after T'Challa died? Did you disconnect from him in time? What happens now? Were you dead as well? If you were dead, then Shuri has lost more than you thought. You really hoped you weren't dead. That would really suck. Not only could you not save T'Challa, but you couldn't even use your powers properly to stop yourself from passing with him.

Your worries were interrupted by Shuri's voice once again speaking, making you realise the cries weren't just a figment of your imagination. "Y/N? What's happening?! GRIOT, WHY IS HER HEART RATE SPIKING?!" You then realised that you could now feel a squeezing coming from your chest. 'Oh. I'm not dead. I'm just going to die. That's great.' You then heard the AI's robotic voice "It seems she is currently experiencing a panic attack and is waking from her coma." You almost wanted to laugh 'Who has a panic attack when they're in a coma?'

"Y/N? Can...can you hear me? Please, come back to me." Shuri whispered despite desperately wanting you to hear her. You started regaining feeling in your body as you felt her cold hands softly wrap around your own. You winced slightly at her touch which only made her react with a breathy chuckle as she squeezed your hand tightly for a moment. The pressure from her hand almost seemed to awaken the rest of your body as it all ignited in pain. You managed to make out a small groan and felt your eyes tighten. "YES! Yes, you're OK, I'm here, I'm right here." She celebrated still with some cracks in her voice.

Finally, your eyes managed to open but immediately closed again due to the blinding lights around you. "Griot, the lights, dim them now!" Shuri ordered letting go of your hand and moving both hands to the side of your face. You opened your eyes again to be met by hers. They were filled with tears that were now dripping onto your face. Large bags were beneath them. You studied the rest of her face which was extremely close to your own. Her lips were chapped but they formed a wide closed lips smile that wobbled as she tried to contain her sobs. You wanted to wrap your arms around her but your body still felt quite numb. So you tried to speak to her, opening ur mouth but a small screech was all that came out. Her eyes widened almost as if she was taken out of her trance, her face moved further away from you then out of your view. "Water. You need water." Her steps scrambled to the table she was previously working on as she grabbed her water.

She came back and lifted your head for you, slowly pouring the water into your mouth as you gulped it down. Your eyes locked with each others and she nodded taking the water away from you and sitting it by a small table close by. Your body seemed to be responding to you better now as your hand raised to your head wincing at the migraine you were suffering from. Shuri gently placed your head back down on the soft surface underneath you. You didn't have to move your head to know where you were. One of Shuri's healing tables in her lab, specifically your favourite one under the spiral ramp. It was silent for a moment as Shuri wiped away her tears and you stared up to the ceiling, trying to decide on what to say first.

"Is he-" you couldn't even bring yourself to finish your question as you already knew the answer. "Yes." She replied whilst nodding her head, sadness clear in her voice. You nodded, keeping your head looking up at the ceiling as you felt tears prickling your eyes. "H-How long have I been out? What happened to me?" You finally turned to her again meeting her tired eyes. You guessed by the way she looked and how she reacted to you waking up it had been a week at least. She sighed as she grabbed a chair and brought it over so she could sit beside you, her legs feeling weak. "A month." On hearing this you shot up, "A month?!" You shrieked as she stood once again raising her arms to calm you down, making a shushing noise as she placed her hands on each of your shoulders and lay you down again. You regretted sitting up immediately as your migraine only got worse and your whole body ached.

"You fell into a coma when he, when he passed on. Your heart rate was normal, but there were no signs that you would wake up at all... some thought you never would." Shuri's eyes refused to look up at you as she struggled to talk about what happened. But you quickly took hold of her hand and squeezed it slightly. "Some? Did you?" Your curiosity got the best of you as you asked though it made her smile as she shook her head "No. Not once." She said but the "not once" part seemed to lack the same confidence as when she said "no." You knew that she would never rest until you were OK, just like you would do for her. But this made you more concerned than happy.

"Thank you. But, Shuri, please tell me you have been sleeping." This seemed to take her by surprise that you asked so quickly, she hadn't even told you how she spent many nights trying to find something that would wake you up. "I've been sleeping. Just not much. I couldn't." She was once again looking down at the floor before you squeezed her hand once again. "I understand. After all that you've been through. I don't blame you." You smiled at her and she gave a small weary smile back. It was silent for a few more moments before Shuri's grip on your hand started to become stronger. "Shuri?" You questioned her. Small whimpers came from her as a response which made you sit up.

"Griot, the light please." The lights flashed on and you could better see your friend who was crying beside you. "Oh, Shuri. Come here." You whispered as you managed to swing your legs off the table, fighting the numbness in them. Then pulled her hand closer to you and softly dragged her into your arms. She was now standing crying into your chest as your head lay on top of hers. "I thought I lost you both. I was going to give up. I couldn't save either of you. He's gone, Y/N. He's gone. And I feel so alone." Each one of her shaky sentences had either sobs or whimpers in between them and it broke your heart. All you could do was hold her tightly, your hand tangled in her braids as your mouth spoke sweet nothings to her. "I know, I know. It's going to be OK. I'm here now. You're not alone. I promise you I won't leave you, ever."

You stayed like this for a while and in the end you ended up crying with her. Your own grief finally catching up to you. You must have been like this for over an hour before you both quietened down. You were now fiddling with the bottom of her hair and she had her arms wrapped around you, stroking your back softly. "Hey, Shuri?" You spoke, your voice was back to being croaky like when you had first woken up. "Hmm?" Shuri hummed in response, now feeling extremely tired. "Let's go watch the sunset from your room." This made the Wakandan woman pull away from you so she could look at you with a confused face. "What?" She asked.

"Please? You need to get out of this lab. And from the time on the screen over there it's time for the sun to set, right?" You spoke motioning to the hologram screen not far from you. Shuri took a moment before removing her arms from behind your back and moving a hand to your cheek instead. You leaned into it closing your eyes for a moment before moving your hand to her cheek and bringing her closer. You leaned both of your foreheads against each other and let the moment pass for a minute. "OK. Let's go." She smiled moving away from you and turning around. You hopped off the table only for your legs to completely fail you as you fell onto the floor.

Shuri quickly turned back and ran over to you "Are you OK?!" She crouched down and you started laughing which made Shuri think you had lost your mind whilst in the coma only making her more worried. "My legs feel like spaghetti Shuri. We just spent the last hour crying. And I was in a coma, like that sleeping princess who got woken by a prince, except it was actually you, a princess, who saved me. I'm definitely not OK. But I will be." You stopped laughing to look up at her to see her smiling at you. There was something about the way she looked at you that just made you melt. "Sleeping beauty." She said as she helped you sit up on the floor. "What?" Now it was your turn to be confused "The princess who fell asleep. She was sleeping beauty. You're my sleeping beauty." She slightly chuckled. You felt your cheeks grow hot for a moment but it wasn't out of embarrassment, you couldn't quite understand why but you didn't care. You were more focused on Shuri smiling down at you. You were so happy she could still smile after everything. She is extremely strong.

"Here, let me help you up." She said as she put an arm around you and helped you get back on your feet. Your legs were still a bit shaky so Shuri helped walk you back to her room with her. On the way there you passed some of the Dora Milaje on your way to Shuri's room, some of them asked if you needed help but Shuri declined and told them she had it under control. "It was Okoye wasn't it?" You spoke after a while. "What was Okoye?" Shuri asked back looking down at you. "Bet she didn't think I was strong enough to wake up. She was the "some" you were talking about, wasn't she?" Shuri laughed at how you held onto what she said before. "Noooo, it wasn't Okoye. She would never." Shuri teased as you rolled your eyes. "I knew it! She's always going on about how I shouldn't depend on my powers so often and focus more on strengthening my combat skills before getting so reliant on them!" Shuri laughed harder at you as you mimicked the general's voice.

Then, almost as if she was summoned none other than the general of the Dora Milaje herself stood waiting as you both turned the corner. 'Fuck.' You thought as she smiled at you, eyes glued on you as she stood next to the queen. "Mother, Okoye." Shuri tried to contain her laughter as she saw your previous smile drop from your face. "Y/N, you're awake!" The Queen spoke first as she came closer to you, Shuri let go of your waist before her mother wrapped you in a hug. It was very rare that you got a hug from the Queen, you knew she was fond of you as you were probably one of the only people who knew Shuri as well as she and T'Challa did, and sometimes you feel as though she treats you as one of her own, even letting you go so far as by calling her by name but the Queen of Wakanda hugging you, it was something you always struggled to get used to.

"I- uh yeah. I woke up a few hours ago. Shuri and I were just going to go to her room to watch the sunset. My legs are still kind of numb, so she's helping me walk." You smiled at her as she pulled away and nodded. She then looked over to Shuri and brought her into a hug too. Shuri laughed and said, "Mother, I was not the one in the coma." The Queen moved away from her daughter and tsked at her "I know, Shuri. But it has been too long since I've heard you laugh like that. I was just coming to get you to make sure you go to bed at a decent time. I'm glad you woke up, Y/N. I'll let you two girls, go catch the sunset." The Queen said nodding to you. Before she began to walk away, Okoye who you forgot was there for a moment moved with her. "Oh! And Ramonda?" You called out for her as she turned back to you. You gave her a sympathetic look before giving a small bow "I'm sorry for your loss." You looked back up at her, she held her hand on her chest and smiled at you sorrowfully. "Thank you. Yours as well." She reminded you as you nodded before turning back to Shuri who was quick to come back to your side. "Goodnight mother, Okoye." Shuri called as they returned their goodnights before Okoye turned to look straight at you. "I expect you to go back to training after you are fully recovered, Y/N." The bald-headed woman gave you a knowing look before turning the corner which you had just come from, with the Queen. You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment before you both giggled, continuing on.

Once you got into Shuri's room it was already filled with beautiful orange lighting from the sun setting through her large floor-to-ceiling windows. You gently pushed your way out of Shuri's grasp and made your way to her terrace sitting on the small couch she had outside which was specifically put there so you could watch the sunset with her as you do it so often. You let out a small sigh feeling peace once more, this time a peace that didn't hold as much pain. Shuri joined you bringing her cover to wrap around you both as you laid your head on her shoulder and she laid hers on your head.

"Shuri?" You whispered, in case she had fallen asleep, which was your goal all along as she was clearly sleep-deprived. "Hmm?" She hummed as her eyes were closed. "I'm sorry my magic didn't save him." You finally apologised feeling as though a weight had been lifted from not saying sorry sooner. She stayed quiet for a moment realising how you too must feel the same guilt as she did. "It's OK. My technology couldn't save him either." She sighed wrapping her arms around you and you returned the gesture wrapping your own around her. "Shuri. You were trying to recreate a herb that has powerful abilities, which is millions of years old and in a short time frame. No one expected you to succeed. They may have wanted you to, but it was practically impossible. T'Challa knew that. He never once blamed you for not being able to find a cure. Do you understand? I know you probably have been beating yourself up this past month. But please, don't blame yourself. You can be consumed by grief, for now, you have every right to not let go of that grief. But that guilt, it has to go, OK?"

She was once again quiet for a few moments, you thought she had fallen asleep. "Thank you. Y/N. I love you, so much." Shuri replied her voice filled with vulnerability as it threatened to shake like the tears threatened to once again leave her eyes. "I love you too Shuri. With all of my heart."

Wow. That was a lot to write. Anyways, I really hope you guys liked this and thank you for reading! I'm sorry if any of this seemed out of character I feel like the Queen wasn't really as strong as she is on screen but then again she is grieving in this. Also, this is my first fic in a while so I'm kinda rusty. Feel free to request things or ask me anything and hopefully I'll write something less sad next time!

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[rayrayvan]

Come Back to me

Shuri x fem!reader

Requested by: @cedeni-beanie

⚠ mentions of drowning,maybe a bit of angst but happy ending

The attack on Wakanda was sudden. One minute you, Queen Ramonda, and Riri were strategically forming a plan on how to resolve a too-late alliance, then explosions from the city were heard, which caused huge havoc in the city of Wakanda.

You three looked out the window to locate where Namor is. You were standing a little close to the window, with Riri in a safe distance. Namor spotted the three of you and quickly approached you. He looked at both of you and then later gazed at Riri, which lead you to let him focus on you.

Namor turned around and the queen knew he was planning an attack so she told the two to run as far as possible but it was too late, Namor has already thrown the water bombs at your location.

Shuri saw the scene unfold and told Okoye to drive faster to get to you and her mother. “Okoye faster now!” Shouted the former general.

You were to push the queen away and ended up being you who took the blow. Glass shattered beneath you and the three of you were drowning.

You and the Queen helped Riri to get to the surface but once you three were on the surface, you fell unconscious.

When Shuri got there, she saw her mother and Riri coughing which was a good sign, but you weren’t opening your eyes, Shuri was about to run to you but was held back by M’baku and her mother.

Okoye placed her kimoyo beads above your chest, to revive you and Nakia placed hers next to yours to see your heart rate.

“Sthandwa Come back to me!” Shuri shouted at you, questioning what her future might have when you aren’t there.

“Y/N help me please!” Shuri shouted again to try to wake you up

You weren’t budging, which rippled another shout from Shuri “Come back to me please!”

You opened your eyes and started coughing out the water of your system, Okoye twisted you to your side to help you. You were gasping for air and Okoye was trying to calm you down, Shuri was released from the hold of M’baku.

“Sthandwa, thank bast you’re alive” She knelt and made you lay on her lap. She held you close to her, holding you as if she was losing you. You were grateful that you came back, seeing as though you were about to cross the ancestral plane but you ran and found your way back to life.

“I’ll always come back for you sthandwa” You look up at her and caressed her cheek to pry away the tears.

[solitaryearthperson]

For a while

Summary: Reader and Shuri share their first kiss.

(The reader is 18+ and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

"Too tight," I told her, wincing again as I felt Shuri make a slight pull on my edges as she started another braid. Sometimes we would go and get our hair braided at the royal salon, but times like this, we would do each other's hair as a way of bonding.

"Sorry," She said. "Now where were we?"

"Idris?" I asked, adjusting my seating on the floor, careful not to disturb Shuri's work.

"Mmm, no."

"No," I repeated in disbelief.

"No. Not for me."

When I felt that she had gotten to the end of the braid, I turned around and looked up at her in obvious disbelief. For the past few minutes, we've been going back and forth, asking each other about any celebrity crushes, and it seemed that each one I suggested, she turned down immediately.

"How can Idris not be for you? He's for everyone."

"Not. For. Me. Turn back around."

I turned back around and tried to think of another celebrity, while she began to braid another section of my hair.

"Rihanna?" I asked.

A burst of laughter erupted from her and I looked slightly over my shoulder to see her looking down at me with a big smile on her face.

"What? You can't not want Rihanna?"

"I'm sorry I don't. Keep your head forward."

Groaning, I turned my head forward, trying to think of another one. " Michael B. Jordan?"

"No," she laughed. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Why do you care so much about who I like?"

Her question made me quiet for a second as I didn’t know what to say. For a while, I’ve felt something for Shuri, but I can’t really tell if she felt something for me or not. Sometimes the way she looks at me makes me think she might do, but she’s never said anything to indicate it. She would sometimes look at me with an expression almost reminding me of adoration, but just as quickly it would come, it would quickly go. I thought maybe this game would tell me what she’s into, physically, but she’s literally rejected every single person I’ve picked.

“I just think it’s weird. Everyone has at least one celebrity crush.”

“What about you?” 

“What about me?”

“Who’s yours,” she asked me, finishing the braid. 

“Um,...Letitia Wright,” I told her. “She’s cute.”

I felt her fingers stop moving and she was quiet for a second and I wondered if she caught on to what I was doing. When she finally did speak, I could hear the suspicion in her voice. “Didn’t you say that you think she looks like me?”

I gulped nervously before replying, “Yeah.”

She was quiet again. I still didn’t feel her fingers moving anymore, and I could feel her gaze on the back of my head. I took the chance to turn around and look up at her and I found that she was looking down at me with that same look. It was always intense and whenever she did it, I would, like now, feel a small fluttering in my stomach. 

“Shuri, are you-” I was cut off by the soft feel of her lips landing on mine. She quickly pulled away, me and her both looking at each other in shock, but I quickly got over mine and pulled her back down to kiss me again. 

Kissing her felt like a thousand butterflies fluttering inside me and I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest, but it was the best feeling ever. When I felt her tongue move against my bottom lip, I let out a gasp and allowed hers to meet mine, moaning into her mouth. When we felt that we both needed some air, we pulled away from each other, but not before she gave another soft kiss on my lips, leaving them tingling.

She had the same intense look in her eyes, but this time it was different. 

“How long?” I asked her.

“How long, what?”

“How long have you liked me?”

A wide smile spread across her face and she ducked her head down shyly. “For a while.”

“How long is a while?” I asked her, sitting up on my knees and placing my hands on hers, making her smile harder.

“Since,” she picked up my hand and looked at me, then placed a kiss on the back of it. “Since we first met.”

“Really?” I asked, not believing her. She nodded her head and I couldn’t control the scoff that came out of my mouth. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, (Y/N). I didn’t want to ruin a friendship.” She placed her hand on my cheek, and leaned toward me to give me another kiss. My lips met hers halfway and even though the kiss was quick, it still brought the fluttering again.

“Now turn back around, so I can finish your hair,” She told me, laying a kiss on my cheek, before grabbing my shoulder, nudging me to sit back down on the floor.

Turning back around and turning my head forward, it didn’t take long to feel her fingers moving again in my hair, beginning to part another section of it. I lifted my hand up to my lips, remembering the feel of Shuri’s lips on mine and couldn’t control the smile that began to grow on my face.

[only1dreamgrl]

Ride With Me

This is a story I made a while back but never posted in any platform . I noticed that a lot of biker Shuri was going around and I came across this photo and I liked the way it looked and it gave me that biker vibe. Hope you enjoy and don’t hesitate to leave a comment or advice .

Y/n smiled in excitement as she looked at her motorcycle; this was the first one she ever had, and she made sure to take classes so she wouldn't look dumb on the road.

"You wanna ride my baby," she texted to Shuri, who immediately replied back.

"Excuse me," Shuri replied back, and y/n could practically hear the disgust.

Y/N sent her a photo of the motorcycle. https://www.pinterest.com/pin/604115737533866145/

(Imagine any color you would like, but the bottom of the lights glow pink .)

"Yo, that's crazy; do you even know how to ride?" Shuri sent

"You don't know what I can do," Y/n sent with an eye-rolling emoji. She realized the way the message sounded and quickly followed up with an "So what do you say?"

"I’m in the lab, but I’ll see," she sent back quickly. Y/n replied with a pout emoji and sent back a quick, "Okay, remember there's always an extra helmet," she said, then put her phone down and changed out of her clothes. She wanted to go out and ride tonight and see what she could get into. She changed into a leather jacket, a black leather crop top underneath, and leather pants; she left her boots on, and to say she felt like Halle Berry was an understatement. She took a few pictures before deciding to head out. She texted her friends to let her know what party there was tonight, but she knew she might not even go.

She walked out to her garage and looked down at the text telling her where the next club was. She put on her helmet as she went out, making sure to close and lock her garage. She hit the streets, making sure to go to the limit even though nobody was out. She soon felt like she should have a little fun. The streets were empty tonight, meaning everyone had already found the nearest club they were going to, so she sped up a little and watched her surroundings, making sure to check for any police.

She laughed to herself as she began to fly down the road until she got to a stop light. She pulled out her phone again, seeing the texts her friends sent of them partying. She liked the videos and put her phone away, sighing at how long the light was. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a motorcycle pull up beside her; it was sleek and all black with gold lines through it, and she cracked a joke in her head at a memory of something her friend would say. The person revved the engine, and she looked at it. She ignored the excitement that was trying to sneak up on her; she tilted her head as she revved her motorcycle. The stranger eased their way up on the line and finally let their helmet up, revealing Shuri, who wore her signature grillz as she smirked at Y/n who was smiling hard through her helmet. She let the visor go up and sent a smirk to the women as Shuri revved the engine again.

Y/n let the lights of her motorcycle glow under the bottom and watched as Shuri smiled wide at her, shaking her head and y/n looked down to see the bottom of hers glow purple.

“It’s you tryna match my drip,”. She pulled her visor down, and the light turned green. Both women took off.

Y/n wanted to shake her head at the idea of the Queen of Wakanda racing her on the streets. She also wanted to shake her head at herself as she realized the situation she was in. They turned every corner, and Y/n soon gained the upper hand and headed to an area she knows for sure. She kept her eyes on the road and soon noticed that Shuri was not beside her. "Shit," she said outloud when she saw that Shuri had popped out of an empty garage and ended up in front of her, and she kept trying to move but Shuri moved every time she did. "Not fair,your highness," she said, knowing full well Shuri could hear her. The kimoyo beads vibrated on her wrists, and she thought Shuri had tried to hack her motorcycle for a second. Finally, they made it to an abandoned area. It overlooked the city, the lights shining brightly.

Shuri stopped, as did Y/n who parked beside her. She removed her helmet as Shuri did the same, and she quickly hugged the women. Both laughed brightly and smiled at each other.

In your lab, huh?" y/n said, going to step back from her, but Shuri remained still with her hands on Y/n's hips.

"Well, you gave me an opportunity I couldn’t miss it right?," Shuri replied, looking down at the women. The height difference between them made Y/n blush a little, which didn't go unnoticed by Shuri. " Who knew the black panther was such a troublemaker?" Y/n said, and she emphasized the word panther with a Wakandan accent, tilting her head with a playful smile.

Shuri rolled her eyes at the women, and a smile tugged at her lips; her hands were still wrapped around Y/n. "Anyway, what’s next for you tonight?" Shuri asked.

"I was thinking about going to this party, but since you’re here, that might change."

"I could use a party," Shuri said

"Ok, then, Ayo didn’t see you sneak out did she?," Y/n said

"Ah, Usana, you're really funny, you know," Shuri said with a strong accent, and Y/n bit her cheek at the endearment

"Just follow me," Y/n said, pulling away. She missed the pout that Shuri gave her.

"I know a backway also," y/n said, getting on her motorcycle. Shuri watched her the whole time, licking her lips at the way Y/n sat on her bike, her thighs practically gripping the bike as she leaned down to grip the handles. "You coming?" Y/n asked with a smirk on her face. Shuri nodded and cleared her throat before getting on her motorcycle. They drove until they made it to the club; it was a big place, and business was booming.

They made it to the back and walked in; Shuri didn’t say anything as they had gotten in without a fuss as the gaurds looked at the queen in surprise. She grabbed Shuri's hand as they made it through the crowd that practically grinded on each other. They made it to the bar, and the bartender nodded at Y/n with a smile on his face. "‘Do you want anything," she asked, turning to Shuri with a smile on her face. "Shots of tequila," she replied.

Shuri took it slow, knowing she was going to be riding again soon. On the other hand, Y/n drank like her life depended on it. She did, however, slow down when Shuri moved the shots away from her and Shuri insisted that they dance. The song had moved slowly, and Shuri turned her around, hands gripping her waist as Y/n grinded back on her. Shuri dipped her head down to Y/n’s neck, and Y/n moved her hand to hold the back of Shuri's head, feeling her lips graze the skin there. Shuri turned her around, and pulled her closer, and Y/n’s eyes moved to her lips; she couldn’t tell if Shuri had her eyes closed or if she was looking at her at all due to her shades.

Y/n sighed and closed her eyes as she was being swayed by Shuri. Shuri hugged her tighter and got lost in the song they were dancing to. What felt like forever, Shuri reluctantly pulled away, noticing how late it had gotten. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at her moving to complain. "We have to go, love," Shuri said, smiling at her gently.

"I mean, I guess so," Y’n said, smiling back.

They made it back outside, in the alley where their bikes were. Y/n had made it to hers until Shuri grabbed her hand and pulled her to lean against Shuri's bike. Y/n smiled up at her and blushed as Shuri's eyes roamed over her figure.

" How do you like your motorcycle," she asked and her eyes went back to Y/n's

She shrugged," I like it, I never had one before so I cant really compare it to anything," Shuri nodded humming in agreement .

“It suits you,” she said and y/n scrunched her face up.

“Really,”

Shuri nodded silently and focused on y/n, who looked away from the intensity of her eyes.

Shuri let out a small laugh and y/n’s face toward her, “what” she asked

“You look really happy tonight,” she said letting her hands push the locs out of her face

“Oh” y/n said and Shuri laughed at her causing her to smack her lips and try to push her away only for her not to even move the slightest bit.

“ You look pretty when you ride uthando,” she said in a whisper as if their where other people around them. She leant down brushing her lips against the shell of her ear and grinned when she heard y/n let out a breath. “ can I see you do it again,”

“Huh” y/n said dumbly thinking she misheard her, but from the look she got she could tell she heard correctly.

Shuri rubbed her hand over y/n’s backside and gripped her ass lifting her to sit on the seat .

“Shuri,” she said letting out a fit of giggles at the action and Shuri leant into her pecking her neck with a smile on her face.

She stepped back and looked at y/n up and down taking her in. Her skin was flushed from either the night air, the liquor, or just from the touch of Shuri. It could be all the above, but y/n knows better. Shuri sees right through her aswell and the look in her eyes say it all.

“I’m waiting,” Shuri said with a smirk on her face as she watched her face.

“What do you want me to do,” y/n said breathlessly feeling her legs clench together at the look Shuri gave her.

“Ride it for me,”

She said and y/n nodded keeping eye contact as she turned in the seat and she put her hands on the handles. Shuri smiled as she watched her back arch to lean down to grab the peddles and her legs had been clenched around the seat and her feet remained on the ground thanks to the heels she wore.

Shuri tapped her kimoyo beads and she smiled to herself when she heard the soft gasp y/n let out.

“You did not,” y/n said and let out another main as the seat vibrates again and she instinctively rolled her hips feeling pleasure in her core .

“Pretty like that,” Shuri muttered to herself and made her way to the front of the motorcycle and she shook her head when Y/n held her head down.

She grabbed her jaw and tilted her head up and bit her lip at the sound of her name leaving y/n’s mouth in a broken whimper.

Shuri sighed in awe as she looked at the girl in front of her. Her locs were covering her face but her eyes remained on Shuri’s and her legs shook slightly.

“Let me see you ,” Shuri said and leaned her face closer to y/n’s and her lips grazed the girls who parted hers slightly .

Shuri grabbed the handles and revved the bike and when Y/n let out a string of moans feeling the vibrations through her body Shuri took the opportunity to capture the moans which increased as their tongues met each other.

Shuri pulled away shortly after, a string of saliva trailing from their mouths and she moved her hand to slightly grip y/n’s neck as she grinned wide at the sight of her low eyes and trembling figure .

“Glad I didn’t miss this opportunity,”

[literaryavenger]

Black Panther - Post Credit Scene

Summary: Bucky comes out of the ice.

Pairing: Avengers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really for this one, maybe language. Mostly fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I want to specify that I used google translator for the Xhosa, so I hope it's at least decent, but I thought it would be cute to put it in there. I've had this ready to go for WEEKS and I'm so glad I finally get to post it! I hope you like the idea of a reunion like this as much as I do! Enjoy!

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You’ve been on the run for a year now with Steve, Sam and Natasha. A few weeks after you all escaped the Raft, Clint and Scott decided to make a deal with Ross to get house arrest because being on the run and away from their families was too hard for them.

The five of you that remained went from safe house to safe house while doing as many missions as you could, never staying in one place too long and still trying to help people to the best of your capabilities, with Wanda disappearing from time to time to spend time with Vision.

Lately, though, you’ve been noticing Steve’s been a little fidgety, even disappearing here and there for a couple of days at a time.

You want to ask him what’s going on, but you don’t want to be nosy so you wait for if and when he’s ready to talk about it.

And that time comes one random afternoon as you’re all sitting around in the living room of the safe house you’re in, Wanda being off with Vision.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” He sits next to you and you nod, putting down your book to give him your full attention. “I know you’ve all been wondering where I go every now and then, and I’m glad you didn’t push it. But I’m ready for you guys to know now.”

He addresses everybody before turning to you and looking straight in your eyes as he finishes. “Bucky’s awake.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t seem to find it in you to say anything more than “Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner...” He looks actually sorry. “We just thought it would’ve been better to keep it as lowkey as possible.”

You nod and look at the floor, trying not to show your disappointment.

It makes sense. After all Steve is his best friend, his brother, his only family. You’re barely an acquaintance.

Right? 

“He asked about you.” your eyes snap back to him. “He wanted you to be there, but he understood. He’s glad you’re safe.”

“From the government or from him?” you mumble and Steve gives you an apologetic look, but lets it go.

“The thing is, I kind of need to ask you a favor.” you narrow your eyes at him and he raised his hands in surrender. “It’s nothing bad, I swear!”

“Fine,” you sigh. “What do you want?”

“It’s just, the mission we’ve been planning is important…” he looks at the plans and footprints on the table. “And only three of us are needed for it.”

You think you see where this is going. “You want me to take over your part of the mission?!” you look at him like he grew three heads. How the hell can you take on the role of a supersoldier?

“No, of course not. That’s the thing.” he quickly clarifies. “I can’t be spared for this, and we know the mission is gonna last a while.”

“Where are you going with this, Rogers?” you’re just confused now.

“Could you look after Bucky for me?”

Oh. You try hard not to look too excited about the prospect of seeing Bucky again and spending time with him.

“Are you… sure that’s a good idea?” you ask him as coolly as you can.

“It’s not gonna be hard. You just need to keep an eye on him from a distance.” good thing you managed your expectations. “Shuri’s gonna be working with him and, when he’s ready, she’ll let you talk to him.” Okay, you’re excited again.

“Uhm,” you have to at least pretend to think about it, right? “I guess, if I’m not needed on the mission and you are, I could do you this favor.”

You fight a smile as you make the mistake to look at Sam, that’s grinning, knowing full well how you feel about Bucky. You groan and roll your eyes, but he says nothing, thankfully.

“Thank you.” Steve lays a hand on your arm and smiles at you. “This means a lot to me.”

“I know.” you smile back, then hug him.

“Okay,” he says as you let go “we’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

You nod and get up to finish packing the bag you were getting ready for the mission in a few days.

After you’re done, you go back to the living room to spend one last night with Sam, Steve and Nat as you don’t know how long it’s gonna be before you see them again.

The next morning you wake up thankful you’re not hungover and get your stuff with Steve’s into the jet, Sam and Nat accompanying you out to say the last goodbyes.

“I’ll miss you.” you tell Nat as you hug her “Please don’t cut your hair again while I’m gone.”

“I’ll try not to.” she laughs, hugging you back. “I’ll miss you too, Crazy.”

“Try not to miss me too much.” Sam tells you as he hugs you too, making you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Sure, birdbrain.” He groans at the nickname “Be careful.”

He nods and, after they say goodbye to Steve too, the two of you board the quinjet and make your way to Wakanda.

You are met by Princess Shuri and King T’Challa himself. You hug Steve goodbye as he makes his way to visit Bucky before his mission and to tell him he probably won’t be coming by again for a while. 

Shuri and T’Challa, who insisted you drop their formal titles, give you a tour of the palace and then take you to a guest room that’s basically a suite, and you’re shocked to find out you’ll be living here in the palace for the duration of your stay.

As promised you look after Bucky from a distance.

Every morning you and Shuri get escorted to Bucky’s hut where she works with him on his deprogramming as you and Ayo hang back.

Other than making sure he’s okay, there’s not really much for you to do so you take this time to get to know the people. It astonishes you how easy you get welcomed by the community.

You’re taught their customs by the locals, you pick up some Xhosa, not a lot but enough to have conversations and you’re even taught to fight by the Dora Milaje. Mostly Okoye and even Ayo since the two of you cleared the air after the whole airport fight.

She apologized profusely about the wound she inflicted in your arm, which has been fully healed for months now, and you assured her it was okay. You understood she was simply doing her job and admired her passion and determination to protect her king. 

Also, it turns out you broke a couple of her ribs, which you also apologized for, so you two decided to just call it even.

You got comfortable fast; dressing with their clothes, participating in their festivities and playing around with the children everyday as Shuri does whatever she does with Bucky.

You’re always careful to not get too close to be seen while still being close enough to keep an eye on them.

After their sessions Shuri always brings you up to speed and then you report to Steve to let him know Bucky’s doing good.

You’re making your way to Shuri’s lab where you’ve met her everyday for the couple of months that you’ve been in Wakanda.

“Good morning, Princess.” you tell her, bowing when you stop in front of T’Challa. “My King.”

“Stop that.” he swats at you as both you and Shuri laugh.

“Ready to go?” Ayo asks and you eye her suspiciously as she’s grinning like she does right before she makes a move that instantly knocks you on your ass during training.

“What are you up to?” you ask her but she just keeps on smiling.

“Today is the day, Agent.” Shuri tells you as smirks, knowing how you feel about the nickname.

“I’m not an agent of anything.” you roll your eyes, then register what she just said. “Wait, what do you mean, today’s the day?”

“Sergeant Barnes is ready.” she says and you can’t help the smile that comes to your face, which falls with a groan when you see them all smirking at each other at your reaction.

“Let’s just go.” you say as you turn around and start walking with Shuri and Ayo.

“Have fun!” T’Challa yells after you.

“Your order is my command, Your Highness!” you yell back and you all laugh at the loud groan he lets out.

As always, Shuri gets closer while you and Ayo hang back and she walks to the shore of the lake in front of the hut and then stops there.

You see three kids run out of Bucky’s hut, laughing, and the princess turns around as they run up to her and hug her.

“Are you playing around with that man again?” she asks, laughing. “You’re teasing him again.” she keeps teasing them as they chant ‘no’ between laughter and you can’t help but smile.

Bucky exits the hut and, like every other day, he takes your breath away. His sun-kissed skin, his Wakandan robes, his growing beard and the longer hair. The whole style just suits him.

You see him take a deep breath and then he gets closer to Shuri as the children run towards you giggling about the “Ingcuka Emhlophe”. [White Wolf]

“Uyayithanda Ingcuka Emhlophe?” you ask them. [You like the White Wolf?]

“Yena engaqhelekanga” one of the kids says and you laugh. [He’s strange]

“Kutheni ephulukene nengalo nje?” another one asks you. [Why is he missing an arm?]

You aren’t sure what to say, they are children after all, but you try your best.

“Kuba uyindoda ekhaliphileyo eyathi yenzakala xa inceda abantu.” [Because he is a brave man that was injured while helping people]

They all look at him in awe just as you hear Shuri say, “Sergeant Barnes.”

“Bucky.” he corrects her and you smile.

“How are you feeling today?” she asks him.

“Good. Thank you.” she smiles and motions towards you.

“Come. Much more for you to learn.” she says as she starts walking.

He takes a second to look out at the lake before following Shuri, but as soon as he spots you, he stops.

He stares as you’re giggling with the children that are now circling around you and dancing, and when you look towards Bucky again his eyes are already on you.

You blush a little at his intense gaze but he seems to snap out of it when your eyes meet his and he gets closer until he’s right in front of you.

“Sergeant.” you say, smirking.

“Doll.” he says, smirking back.

You smile at each other until Shuri clears her throat and you turn to look at her just to see both her and Ayo with a smirk of their own. You roll your eyes at them, but your smile stays on.

“Shall we?” Shuri says and starts walking, Ayo right behind her.

Bucky takes your hand and starts walking after Shuri too, pulling you with him, both of you feeling like nothing could wipe the smiles off your faces.

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Of Summer Days and Winter Nights

Medieval Fantasy AU! Knight Bucky x Princess Reader

Synopsis:

As courting season approaches, King Clement II wishes to find a lover for his dear daughter, Y/n. She will be Queen of their land, one day in the distant future, one who serves their people well. But he knows the hardships all too well; he knows his daughter just as well. These hardships are meant to be shared, a ruler meant to be supported by the ones they love, but he will not always be around for her. So, he calls for a festival to celebrate the season, inviting all available bachelors and bachelorettes to his kingdom, he prays for someone to catch the eye of his precious girl.

He just did not anticipate it being one of the three most well known knights of the realm. One Sir James 'Bucky' Barnes.

Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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A/N:

Hi everyone! This will be my very first attempt at writing a written fic, so please have patience with me. Chapters may be slow coming out, most likely two weeks apart, however I will send some notifications out. I am hoping for it to only be a short series and that you'll enjoy it!

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[letitias-wife]

Our Countries Greatest

Description: After the loss on the bridge against the Talokanils, Okoye returns to Wakanda without Shuri and the scientist. The Queen is not pleased. A/n: There is a serious lack of Attuma/Reader fics. I will do my best to fill that hole. Feel free to dm or comment for any chapter or other story ideas. Warning: mentioned kidnapping Word count: 756 (I know it's short but I'm posting the second chapter tonight)

Chapter 2

Chapter One: Anathi, Daughter of Okoye

Once Okoye was dismissed I sunk back into my throne, my heart full of dread and regret. My daughter has been taken, Bast knows what they're doing to her.

Vivid images of Shuri helplessly reaching for me, "Mama!" 

My vision blurred with tears, "Call in Anathi."

The council and crowd of Doras gasped and whispered to one another. I silenced them with a wave of my hand, "Bring her in immediately, tell her nothing of her mother's dishonor or she will want to bargain."

Aneka nodded and silently marched out of the throne room, accompanied by Ayo who gave me a worried but reassuring nod. M'baku, still chomping on a carrot leans forward. He grins and sighs, "I hope you have a real plan for her. She does not take well to authority."

I nod, "My daughter and Anathi have a close...bond, I'm sure she'll be ready to listen when she hears about Shuri." I know she'll find Shuri and bring her home safely, I remember when they were what their generation calls "a thing". I stared up at the ceiling, trying to prevent more tears from falling. I stood to my feet, "I will have Anathi work with Nakia to retrieve my daughter by any means necessary."

Anathi has been through decades of training since she was 4, but what has made her so strong is that she is fearless and merciless. Death is not something she fears but welcomes.

"That's a grand idea!" M'Baku mocked, "Bring in Wakanda's blood-thirsty, war machine and force her to team up with Nakia, the spy with some sort of common sense."

"They have worked well together in the past." Isaach, the River Tribe elder spoke.

"That was before we imprisoned her father for treason." the Merchant Tribe elder darted her eyes to Isaach, "She adored her father, did she not my queen?"

I nodded, "We can talk about that when she gets here."

I rested my hands on either side of my throne and sighed, "You all are dismissed for now."

The council and their guards slowly shuffle out of my throne room except for M'Baku. He walked to me and held out his hand, "She will be okay, my queen. They wouldn't dare risk war with our country."

I hum and nod to my friend's comforting words. Once the silence settles in the throne room I could only hear the subtle sniffles and cries coming from me, burning tears streaked down my cheeks and my hand tightened around M'baku's. Everyone is gone. My love, my son, and now my daughter.

Anathi's point of view

I hummed along to the music that played softly in the background of my workspace. I run my fingers down the side of my Nifo'oti (a Samoan axe), carefully testing the sharpness of the blade. My eyes burned from being awake for so long, I looked up at my clock...4:27 pm. 

"What day is it?" I stood up from my workbench with a loud grunt and began softly singing to calm myself, hoping to make myself tired so I can finally sleep.

Someone's here. I turned towards my door, waiting for a knock. "It's probably Shuri." I smiled and rushed towards the door.

"Anathi." A deep, feminine voice stopped me before I could open the door. I turned to face my mother, whose demeanor gives me chills.

"Don't open the door." she gently took my hand in hers and set it to my side. Her body was trembling as if she were anxious or disturbed by something

"Mama, what-" she cut me off.

"Shuri's been kidnapped." She whispered, "By...Namor."

"That fish thing?" my face dropped, "How did this happen?"

"It happened on the bridge, I got knocked into the water and- Anathi, you have to get her back." My mother begged, folding her hands.

"Why should I?" I scoffed, trying to hide my concern, "You all banished me from the Dora like some filth, do it yourselves."

"We didn't banish you." Another voice spoke that I recognized as Ayo.

I turned to face her standing at my door, "We removed you because of your- well this." She waved her hand around mentioning my room that was covered wall to wall in different weapons, armor, and shields. I collected them from different tribes and countries when I traveled. They were given as gifts or rewards for my service. There was an obvious spot missing from my wall, where my spear used to be. The one gifted to me by the Dora when I completed training years ago. The one they took from me.

"Queen Ramonda requests your presence Warrior Anathi." Aneka ushered me from my room, clamping on a pair of vibranium, "Behave this time."

I sighed, "This is gonna be a shit show."

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