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i will do anything for you, my love: shuri x black fem! reader

warnings: implied death/murder, mention of kidnapping, mention of blood, scars and bruises

translations: isithandwa- darling | ndikuthanda kakhulu- i love you so much

authors note: i’m not gonna lie yall i don’t know what i was thinking when i thought of this but here…pleasedontjumpme 😋 feedback is always welcome and appreciated

when shuri and the rest of the warriors returned from the battle with namor you were expecting some kind of triumphant entrance. however solemn faces and a decimated head count was what you were met with.

shuri didn’t even come to find you upon your return instead she was taken straight to the medical unit to treat her wounds. instead, the first person in your arms was riri—

the student let all of her weight rest in your grasp as you practically held her upright. you held her close to you with your hand rubbing on her back soothingly for a moment. her heart was racing a mile a minute all while her body remain sluggish. you held your friend in your arms as she was practically dead weight in your embrace. for a moment you didn't speak in case she wanted to be the first one to talk. however, when riri remained silent you asked cautiously, "are you alright?" riri nodded weakly and rasped out, "a lil beat up but yeah im straight." before you could even ask about her, riri answered for you, "shuri getting treated upstairs. she got banged up like the rest of us but she told me to tell you she ain't want you around yet."

you deflated at your girlfriend's request but you knew that she tended to want her space when she was injured, not wanting you to see her in a physically vulnerable state. in most cases you would be quick to disobey shuri's orders but something in your gut told you to just leave her be. carefully you helped riri to her room so she could lay down and let her body rest. when you tried to leave her room she stopped you, "wait...don't leave. please. ion wanna be alone right now." so you sat beside riri on her bed and made yourself comfortable before asking, "do you want to talk about anything?"

it was evident from the look on her face that the wheels were turning in her head and she wanted to say something. you added on kindly, "this will stay between you and me. i promise." riri looked at you cautiously and you placed a hand over hers, "you can trust me, always." that was all it took for riri to start talking about everything she just experienced.

"i'm worried about shuri bro. we was together for a little but up on that ship but then she went off and was doing her own thing with namor. then she come back but i ain't even realize cuz i was tryna fight off them blue people from above right? then all the sudden i see all them blue people retreating and saying it's over n nakia calling me back to the ship. i ain’t even see namor or namora or that big dude that be with her too. they all was just…gone. " your brows remained furrowed and a deep crease formed on your forehead as you carefully asked, "do you think she..." riri answered immediately, "ion know man. it's possible but it's shuri, she wouldn't do that kinda thing....but since i seen her she been acting like really happy. at first i thought it was the adrenaline rush but nah it's sumn different." you remained silent and riri added sleepily, "just keep an eye on her cuz she acting...off."

from the very beginning of your relationship shuri promised you that she would do anything to protect you. for the most part it was having a dora or two by your side at all times. but after shuri lost her mother and her brother she became increasingly overprotective. of course she didn't control your every movement, what you did, or who you talked to. instead she kept her eyes on everyone around you, through herself and other security detail within the palace walls.

everything was relatively okay until you got kidnapped by namora and attuma three weeks after the attack on wakanda. you were on the river's edge while visiting your childhood home. you thought it would be safer for you to stay away from the city for a bit and shuri agreed as well. this was a trip you had made time and time again alone for years. after a day shuri decided that for her own piece of mind she would send for a few dora to protect you on the off chance namor knew where you were. unfortunately, you were captured right before the dora reached you. you fought with all your strength to get away from namora and attuma but it was to no resolve. one moment you were almost out of their grasp, and the next you were being held in talokan in a room alone.

when shuri found out she was prepared to find namor and kill him on the spot. with the strength of the panther it was nearly impossible to calm her down but okoye got through to her eventually. you were rescued once more by nakia with the help of okoye and aneka. the three women were finally able to get you after a week of you being in talokan alone. most of your injuries were self inflicted as a result of trying to escape over and over again. they were mostly bruises on your hands and small scrapes on your knees from falling. with the exception of the cut on your temple earned from namor, and the scar from namora. both marks earned from you trying to attack them when you thought they weren't expecting it.

once you were back in wakanda and in shuri's arms she swore to you that she would ensure it would never happen again. you weren't sure what that promise entailed but you never thought for a moment that it alluded to shuri killing someone.

you nodded silently and stayed with riri until she completely dozed off which only took a few more minutes. just as you exited the bedroom, a palace worker found you, "the queen requests your presence miss y/l/n." you followed the worker quietly while your thoughts ran wild and your heart pounded so loud you were sure the worker could hear it too. he stopped in front of shuri's chamber door and opened the door for you. when you stepped in you saw shuri standing in the center of her room looking out her window.

in a gentle voice you called out, "shuri? shouldn't you be resting my love?" shuri turned around slowly and you saw a small smile on her lips. it was not the one that she usually wore when she saw you, this one was different but you couldn't put your finger on why. the queen walked over to you with a slight limp, "isithandwa, please i am better than ever." her words were probably the biggest contradiction you'd heard in a long time. dark circles and heavy bags hung under her eyes while her cheeks were slightly sunken in compared to months before. the love and joy that used to make her eyes sparkle was replaced with something dark, something you couldn't even recognize.

shuri noticed the look on your face and held out her hand for you to take. shakily you reached for her hand just to notice the dried blood under her fingernails, around her cuticles, and in the grooves of the prints on her fingers. it was clear that there were multiple attempts to get it off of her hands, but there were still residual stains on her skin. her touch was gentle as she guided you beside her, facing the window once more. shuri stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist then placing a kiss on your shoulder, then neck, jaw, and cheek. under different circumstances you would enjoy this moment but unkind chills ran down your spine at the feeling instead.

the view from the window overlooked the entire city, the sun was starting to set which dyed the entire sky hues of tangerine and gold. shuri sighed and told you with a deep voice, "ndikuthanda kakhulu." you swallowed thickly and answered, "i love you too."

once again you began to get lost in your thoughts of the conversation you shared with riri only moments before. the concern in her voice and the gut feeling she had that something was wrong now settled in your own mind and body. a soft caress against your bare bicep pulled you from your thoughts as shuri told you with a hint of pride in her voice, "i have a gift for you."

you weren't fond of receiving gifts without warning since you also liked to give when you received. shuri was well aware of this and respected it but every so often she would surprise you with something as a token of her love. curiously you hummed, "hmm?" the queen walked you to her vanity and let you sit on the bench in front of the mirror. there was a twinge of excitement in her voice as she told you, "close your eyes first." you followed her instructions without question, as this was something that she often said when giving you gifts.

there was a small jangling sound of metal then you felt a weight against your collarbone. whatever it was, was soft like some kind of hair or fur. your eyes fluttered open and you looked at your reflection in the mirror. shuri smiled in her own twisted form of satisfaction as she fastened the necklace around your neck. she looked down at your reflection and placed her hands on your shoulders. shuri pressed a kiss to your temple and said, “let this be a reminder that i will do anything for you, my love.” you winced slightly when her lips touched your skin, the scar the submariner left you with was still healing despite all shuri had done to speed up the process.

your nerves started to fade slowly as this interaction felt the most genuine and normal. you smiled softly and leaned into her touch, replying, “thank you darling. i love you.” shuri told you warmly with that same smile, "i will be back, i need to check on the others." you knew there was no point in trying to get her to rest as she would insist that 'a good queen takes care of her people before herself'.

she left her chamber leaving you alone and you waited until the door was completely closed before pulling off the necklace. you turned the feathered pendant over in your hands at least three times as you tried to figure out what the hell it was. a pointed triangular object hung next to a small orange and white piece hung next to it, slightly curled up, presumably dried out.

it looked somewhat familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it until you brushed your nose with your finger to stop a sneeze. the smell of salt water and iron filled your nose and everything around you seemed to freeze. your blood ran cold as you slowly held the pendant out in front of you then tilted it vertically. the sound of your heart racing in your chest echoed throughout your ears and your hands shook in horror.

memories of shuri promising you she’d do anything to protect you, that she’d burn the world for you all came back. the memory of riri telling you "it's shuri, she wouldn't do that kind of thing” when you asked what happened during the battle with Talokan came rushing back. the blood in the grooves of shuri’s fingerprints flashed through your mind.

looking at the necklace in between your fingers you saw the familiar shark teeth that resembled the ones that belonged on the hammerhead skull attuma wore on his head. the orange and white that was identical to the lion fish spines on namora’s collar. your fingers froze when you recognized the feathered tips that originally belonged on namor’s ankles. everything came rushing back as you recalled the look on shuri's face when she found out namor, attuma, and namora were most responsible for your capture and more obvious injuries. how your girlfriend promised you with utmost sincerity that they would never lay a finger on your again.

your breath hitched in your throat and your stomach lurched at the thought. with shaking fingers the pendant fell to the floor as you clasped a hand over your mouth in absolute fear and shock.

‘it’s shuri, she wouldn’t do that kind of thing’ oh but she did.

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stars align

the love — chapter ten

contains/warnings. fluff. smut (18+)

tags. @naftalyspaces @shurislover @desswright29 @pocketsizedpanther @oceean @6-noir @niyahwrites @playhousedistee @ririswife @euph0ricx0 @doramilaj233

author’s note. not much in the ‘contains/warnings’ today because i don’t want to spoil ANYTHING. the last chapter of stars align came too quick (i might cry fr), but this isn’t the end of me writing gen and tish. but for now, thank you so much for all the support and love this story has gotten, it means the world to me. only up from here, stay tuned xx

Everything dies down when December hits, for the most part. They’re still easily noticed, with Black Panther: Adanna breaking records the second one previously held, but it’s easier to handle.

They get to run away, in December, during the week of Christmas. Genesis didn’t know where Letitia was taking her, or what she was planning.

But none of Letitia’s plans are an accident, it’s how she is.

She’s a visionary.

She brings her to the Maldives, Ayada, one of their favorite places. It’s sunny and warm and beautiful in the royal ocean suite, but they also have a Christmas Tree, set in the corner of the living space by the opening to the water on its right and the television set on it’s left..

It’s all apart of her plan.

Letitia’s taken days of her life, dedicating them to learn things Genesis loves and things, almost once a week, if not busy, they have a day all to themselves. She analyzed every detail she knows, checking the notes page on her phone, the one all about Genesis, her favorite things.

She consulted with her mother, as well as Lupita. She wants to make this perfect, it’s what she deserves.

And she deserves the world.

It came to her slowly, over the months, just as she and Genesis came to be. It’s poetic, she thinks.

It’s Christmas Eve, their first full day here, arriving late the night before, and they’re laying on the white sofa, outside, looking out at the beautiful sunset. The sky’s faded blues are painted with bright oranges across the sky, along the clouds, mixing with their darker blues, and it reflects in the water, so clear.

The scene makes Genesis think back to something Damson told her years ago, they were teenagers then.

“Follow your heart. Things come when we open ourselves to them. We all have our path, and someone we are meant to share it with. I know you’ll find that someday, and the light will be coming off of you, Genesis Ali Ncamashe. I know it.”

She thinks, maybe this is what that feels like. Being here with her, it’s just them. Always them.

“Ever wonder what it will feel like? When we have our family?”

Genesis’ eyebrows furrow slightly at Letitia’s sudden words, feeling the heavy gaze on her and she turns her head, finding her eyes on her and not the sunset. The smallest smile turns her lips up, she can’t help it.

“What?” She whispers softly.

“Nothing.” It’s hard to speak, and she smiles back, closed-lipped, eyes lit up so gently.

“You… You said ‘our family’…”

And Letitia nods. “Do you think of the future?”

“You know I do.” She replies, tone still quiet. “I can’t help but think of us.”

She glances back at Letitia.

“Do you?”

And she smiles again.

“I… I think of it all, sithandwa sami.” » “I… I think of it all, my love.”

Genesis feels her heart swell at the use of the Xhosa term. She’s been teaching her over the last year, she asked, she wants to learn everything she can. It’s a part of Genesis, and that’s special to her.

Genesis snuggles closer, curling up against Letitia’s side, head resting by the crook of her arm, and Letitia wraps her left arm over her shoulder, her fingertips gently brushing her skin.

“Stop…” Genesis trails out quietly and Letitia can’t help but chuckle, lightly in response.

“Stop what?”

Genesis feels shy with how she’s speaking. Letitia loves that, being the one to gauge such a response.

“You know what.” Genesis looks at her, eyes slightly narrowed playfully.

They go silent again, eyes continuing to gaze out at the sunset. It’s so peaceful and they bask in it, comfortable with not needing to speak even one word. It’s just them, content, together.

Genesis glances down at their hands, resting just inches apart, looking at the matching tattoos. It was Letitia’s idea after they were done filming. She wanted to get Shuri’s hand tattoo, the full thing, even the rings on the fingers. To her, it symbolizes her connection and love for her own character.

Shuri changed her life, she took off her career took off after the first movie. She also brought her love. Shuri’s a part of her, she always will be.

Genesis thought she was insane, it being her first tattoo, though she finally convinced her to get one. Genesis decided to do it with her, getting it on her opposite hand, the left one.

She thinks of this like an invisible string, something always pulling them together. They could never fight it, they’re connection. They both feel it, still to this day.

They’re intertwined.

“I love you, you know?” Letitia says quietly, pulling Genesis away from her mind.

“I know.” Genesis replies. “And I love you.”

“I want to marry you soon.”

Genesis’ eyebrows furrow again, purely, and she looks to her, finding her eyes still on the ocean and the sunset.

“Wh… What are you up to?”

Her question’s quiet, voice gentle, and Letitia can’t help but let a small smirk escape her lips. She then hears Genesis sigh softly, shifting, and she knows she’s looking back at the water.

She takes the opportunity. With her left hand, she grabs the small box she hid just behind herself, opening the top with a flick of her thumb. Genesis hears the snap, but she doesn’t think much of it.

Letitia holds it out in front of her, watching as Genesis’ eyes fall to it. Genesis feels her chest tighten, just a little, mouth parting ever so slightly.

“You entered my life when I didn’t even know I needed you.” Letitia speaks softly, Genesis’ eyes glancing up at her, just for a moment. “It wasn’t until you became apart of my life, that I realized, and finally, after years, we caved. This love we feel, this connection, that’s always… I’m gonna spend my life with you, Genesis Ali Ncamashe.”

Genesis’ she’s trail to the box again. The beautiful gold, a floral design all around, tiny diamonds among them. It reminds her of her favorite flower, and she feels Letitia’s gaze on her.

“Marry me?”

Genesis’ face softens at the words, falling from Letitia’s lips so quietly, so gentle, and she feels the tears in her eyes, though she chokes them back. And she nods.

“Y-Yeah… yes...” She corrects herself, struggling with her words, but she smiles, eyes meeting hers. “Yes.”

Letitia smiles, bigger, brighter, and she leans in, their lips connecting. She feels Genesis’ hands hold her jaw, fingers grasping gently, holding her. And when they break the kiss, they lean their heads together, laughing softly, giddily. Letitia can’t wipe the smile from her face.

She pulls away first, both of them turning their heads, shifting forward, and Letitia uses her left hand to hold the small box while her right, still draped over Genesis’ shoulders, takes the ring out, sliding it on Genesis’ ring finger.

It’s a perfect fit, sitting along the tattoo rings on her finger, and Genesis can’t look away.

But when she does, she looks up to Letitia’s eyes again, and their lips connect once more, head tilting back slightly.

This life together, it’s so beautiful.

And it’s just getting started.

━━━━━♡꘎

The memories of the night before come back to her in waves, the passionate love making, the desperate need to touch, Letitia’s hips thrusting against her, bodies moving together.

The thoughts cause her to stir.

The room’s dimmed, curtains covering every window in the room and just past it, she can tell the sun’s rising. She just sighs to herself, shifting in the bed.

It’s so warm.

But she feels the slight tug on her stomach, and she turns her head, just a little, finding Letitia there, beside her still, pulling Genesis back to her body.

“Sithandwa…” » “Love…” She murmurs sleepily, voice even deeper, raspier, in the mornings, starting to stir though her eyes remain closed.

She sounds so hot.

Genesis bites back a quiet laughs, turning around, shifting closer, into Letitia’s arms. She buries her face into the crevice of her neck as Letitia’s arms wrap around her, holding her, and Genesis hums quietly

“I’m right here.” Genesis reassures her, breathing in her scent. It never fails to make her feel safe.

Letitia only hums in response, eyes slowly opening, glancing down at Genesis through hooded eyelids, smiling almost euphorically. She hugs her tighter, bare skin on bare skin feeling heavenly against each other.

Genesis presses a soft peck to Letitia’s chin before moving down to her open neck, slowly sucking on the smooth skin there, hands settling against her shoulders and she feels her body tense up, hearing her breath hitch before she relaxes.

Genesis takes her sweet time, slowly kissing up her neck, leaving small pecks along her jawline, if it could, she swear it would cut her lips.

She hears Letitia’s breathing start to become shaky as the kisses intensify, Genesis’ hands pushing her by her shoulders, leaving her flat on her back as Genesis straddles her hips.

She pulls away, just slightly, meeting Letitia’s eyes, and she watches as Letitia’s glance down at her lips. Genesis smirks, leaning in, their nipples brushing together as she ignites a kiss.

She feels Letitia’s hands grasp her waist, pulling her closer, slowly roaming down further as the kiss only deepens. Genesis finds herself grinding down onto Letitia’s toned body, maintaining the boxing physique she’s gained, and she aches for more.

A moan leaves her lips, falling into Letitia’s mouth, feeling Leitita’s hands grasp her ass, guiding her movements before she decides to wrap her arms around her fully, pulling Genesis closer to her, allowing her leg to be slotted between Genesis’. The addicting sensation of her body moving in sync against hers, granting the friction she so desperate craved, leaves her weak.

“You… You started this, sithandwa sami.” » “You… You started this, my love.”

Letitia whispers lowly against Genesis’ lips and Genesis breaths raggedly, eyes closed, mouth agape, just slightly, lost in her own pleasure.

“I-I know…” She manages out. “B-But it isn’t just one me…”

She hears a moan escape Letitia’s lips as their centers start to rub together. They found the perfect angle.

“You’re just as bad… fuck…”

She leans over her, her left hand bringing Letitia’s right up, resting on the sheets just by her head, and Letitia glances up, her eyes falling on their fingers as they intertwining, feeling the cool metal of the ring against her skin.

And Genesis leans in, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, lighting a fire inside them, and they know, this is their forever. They can feel it.

The stars aligned.

━━━━━♡꘎

bonus —

“Hey, what’s up, BuzzFeed? It’s Letitia Wright-“ Leitita starts the introduction from her spot on the floor, right beside Genesis.

“-and Genesis Ali, and today we’re running with y’all to answer some questions and sit down with some puppies.” Genesis finishes.

She smiles, sitting criss-cross and Letitia leans back on her hands, looking to her.

“I’m sure we won’t we won’t get through any of them because this one’s gonna be infatuated by these little things.” Letitia adds, and Genesis laughs softly, Letitia chuckling as she glances to her.

Laughter is heard from behind the cameras. They’re here with their agents, Daisha, and Shiona on this cold January day in New York, traveling for work. They agreed to this to both talk about the new Black Panther movie, as well as do a little bit on their relationship.

They posted about the engagement after it happened, it blew up, so they know a question or two is coming. They don’t mind much anymore, Letitia honestly enjoys it.

“Let’s do this,” Genesis’ clasps her hands together softly, looking to the left of the set. “Please bring the puppies.”

One of the people on set starts bringing them out and Genesis coos, taking the first one into her arms after the lady passes them to her.

“Hello…” She sets them in her lap, an arm wrapped around them and she gently runs her fingers over the puppy’s fur. She catching glimpse of the second one walking up, and sitting down, almost like it was dejected, causing Genesis to reach down with her free hand, rubbing its back “Oh no! It’s okay…”

Letitia can’t help but chuckle, watching Genesis with a gentle gaze as the lady brings out the rest of the group one by one until there’s a total of six puppies on set.

“You’ve already lost her.” Letitia looks towards the camera, laughing brightly as others join behind it.

For Genesis, what was it like getting to display your culture in this film?

“It was unreal,” Genesis starts, holding one puppy against her chest with one arm, another sleeping on her thighs, thumb rubbing over its fur softly. “I’ve been apart of the projects for years and I would voice and give help when needed, but being able to be apart of the portrayal was just even more special-“

And the puppy in her arms squirms.

“You wanna go play?” She looks down to them, question forgotten, setting them down. “Go play…” She says, before looking up at the camera.

“I’m sorry, what was the question?”

What was your favorite stunt to film for ‘Black Panther: Adanna’?

“My favorite stunt in ‘Adanna’-“ Genesis manages out with a puppy in her lap, and the other five tussling in the middle of them, rolling into Letitia. “Look at these dogs…”

“Ah-Ah, hey, don’t bite him.” Letitia picks one of them up, resting him in her lap.

“He’s beautiful.” Genesis notes, watching them together, before looking down to the one in her own lap. “And you’re like me, you’re the little one…” She watches as one of the other puppies tries to climb over it.

“Hey, hey, hey…” She says, picking the little one up. “I’ll protect you, come here.”

And then she and Letitia both realize they never answered the question.

“What was your question?” Genesis smiles up to the camera, sheepishly, and Letitia’s eyebrows furrow, following her question.

“What were we talkin’ about?”

“Favorite stunt.” Daisha speaks up from behind the cameras.

“Ah! Um… there’s a stunt in the movie, I like the stunt where Shuri’s fighting in the cave in Talokan. A bunch of sweet moves there, lots of fun.” Letitia answers, eyes trailing to one of the puppies now nipping at Genesis’ shoes.

“Oh, wow, look, that one’s now lovin’ your shoes.”

“These aren’t mine, I’m borrowing, so you can do whatever you want to them, go on, get in there.” Genesis smiles, looking down to the puppy, riling it to keep going.

What was your impression of meeting Mahershala Ali? How was filming scenes together for ‘Black Panther: Adanna’?”

“We actually had worked together prior,” Genesis begins, still holding the same puppy she’s been holding in her arms or on her lap. She won’t move. “He was in the ‘Black Mirror’ episode with me, and working together here, it was very exciting, we don’t have to force the chemistry, and I’d been a big fan of his for years.”

Genesis looks down to the puppies by her shoes.

“These dogs are ripping up these shoes…” Genesis points out. “I can’t wait to send these back to Prada like: ‘sorry’”.

And Letitia laughs at her words brightly.

What was your favorite scene to film with Genesis?

“The kiss at the very end.”

Letitia answers it quickly, holding with one of the little rubber balls, playing with two of the puppies and Genesis laughs hard. She answered it so quick, and Letitia turns her head to her, smiling, she knows she answered it comically quick.

“But…” Letitia trails off teasingly. “If I have to choose another thing, then the scene where T’Shanhe and Shuri see each other for the first time, and they dance, and when Shuri can’t find her after that, seeing her face fall, you can tell she had this longing for the feeling that this unknown woman gave her and I think there’s something really special about that.”

She smiles as she looks forward at the two puppies now tussling together and she hears a tiny, vicious, growl.

“Oh, bruv, let’s chill.” She pulls the little girl back, scooping her up into her arms.

What would you like to see for T’Shanhe in the future of the MCU?

“I’d like to just do more films. Secret Wars, things like that, maybe have her own show, because there’s so much you can do with her character.”

She scoops up the same puppy she had been holding from her lap.

“This girl just wants to go to bed.” She rests her against her chest. “You can go to sleep and come home with me.”

She looks to Letitia with a smile and Letitia, holding two puppies in her lap, rubbing her hands over their fur, raises her eyebrows innocently.

“Im’a lay down with you.” Genesis says as she looks back down to the puppy, laying back on her back, hands over the small puppy’s back.

Did Genesis ever almost spoil being in the movie?

“No…” Letitia’s eyebrows furrow as she thinks, feeling two puppies roll into her side, and she lays her hand on them. “If she did, I didn’t notice… because I can be quite oblivious…” She laughs as everyone joins in, smiling giddily.

Genesis laughs, body shaking slightly, and she wipes at the tears in her eyes. Letitia can be oblivious, and the way she said it so innocently and sweet has her in a fit as one of the puppies plants their tiny paws on the side of her face, nipping at her playfully.

“Gen… Gen, your glasses, your glasses!”

A playfully squeal leaves Letitia��s lips as she leans over, grabbing the glasses from her face so the puppy can’t bite them. They’re her actual glasses, the ones she uses when her headaches get to be too much.

“Thank you.” Genesis smiles to her, laughing as the puppy now tries to climb onto her face.

“Aye, off, off.” Letitia pulls the puppy back by her back legs, taking her into her arms. “She’s mine, bruv.”

And Genesis leans her head up, looking down to the puppy now nibbling at her ankle.

“And this one’s stopped going at the shoes and started nibbling my ankle.” She says, pushing herself up, holding the same puppy she laid back with to her chest to keep her still, now fast asleep.

Who in your contacts would answer immediately if you FaceTimed them right now?

“I mean, I’m with Tish so I can’t say her.” Genesis admits and Letitia laughs. “I’m gonna say Lupita, she would probably answer.”

She hears the growls of the one’s playing in the middle of them and Genesis’ face furrows.

“Chill, bruv.”

Have you ever taken a prop home after filming wrapped?

“No, but I’m about to take a puppy home from this interview.” Genesis says, holding one in her arms, her little face facing the camera, the one who was sleeping on her chest now sleeping in her lap all curled up.

And Letitia smiles, looking to her with an adoring gaze as the others off camera laugh, and Genesis meets turns, meeting her gaze.

“You finally got them…” She trails off, giving Letitia a hint for her own answer.

“Oh, guys I finally got my kimoyo beads.” Letitia looks to the camera, picking up a puppy and smiling brightly, everyone laughing again, and she looks to Geneiss. “Been wanting those for yearssss.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t steal the suit.”

“Oh, that’s next.” Letitia admits, chuckling, looking at the two puppies still nibbling on Genesis’ shoes. “Look at ‘em!”

“How much are they?” Genesis looks off camera to Shiona.

“2,000.” Shiona replies from behind the camera.

“2K?” Genesis’ eyes widen and Letitia breaks into a shocked laugh, Genesis turning her head back to the puppies, smiling smugly. “Get ‘em guys!”

“Shiona’s probably having an internal fit right now.” Letitia notes, looking to her and seeing her nod, still laughing. “You chose these!”

If you could guest star on any TV show, past or present, which one would it be?

“I don’t really know, personally, but I know what I want her to be in.” Genesis nods to Letitia and Letitia’s looks to her in question, head tilting slightly.

“What?” She asks quietly.

“Percy Jackson.” She says and a laugh escapes Letitia’s lips, they’ve had this conversation before, and Genesis actually has a point. “As Athena.” She looks to the camera.

“You just wanna see me in all that Goddess wear.” Letitia says quietly and Genesis shrugs.

“Maybe.”

What was the moment you realized you’d “made it” as an actor?

“When I could buy a MacBook with my own money.” Letitia says and Genesis breaks into a soft laughter, remembering her calling her all excited, holding up the MacBook box.

But the laughter disappears, her face contorting in pain.

“Ah, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!”

Letitia reaches over quickly, grabbing the puppy that’s biting her ankle, and Genesis’ eyes follow her as Letitia speaks softly, telling it off.

“We’re not gonna be able to give any of these back.” Genesis says, looking down at her clothes. “There’s a hole in my pants and my socks.” She points to them, rubbing her ankle.

We’ve seen the recent engagement pictures, congratulations. Can we maybe get some details of what that was like? And what are your plans for the future together.

“You said you seen the pictures?” Letitia questions, eyeing the interviewer.

“Yes.” The interviewer replies from behind the cameras.

“Then you’re good.”

Genesis does a horrible job at holding back a laugh, hearing the others behind the camera, including the interviewer laughs echo through the room, but Letitia continues on.

“As for plans, I’ll be what? Forty-one, forty-two?”

She glances to Genesis who nods, giving her the confirmation she needs, fingertips running through the puppy’s fur, still curled up on her lap.

“Married, obviously.” Letitia emphasizes, chuckling a little more. “Have kids running around, a little tribe, real settled, you know?” Letitia follows, looking at Genesis. “Own a couple vacation homes around the world, big status tings.”

She smiles and Genesis shakes her head, chuckling a little.

“Guys, Gen acts like an angel but she’s a hater.” Letitia adds teasingly, having caught her reaction in the edge of her gaze.

“Humbling you’s the burden I bear, innit?” Genesis looks at her with a small smirk and there’s a tense moment of eye contact before Genesis looks down at the puppy that’s jumping up on her, trying to get her attention and she looks down.

“Hello, hello…” She smiles. “What are you up to?”

He runs off, chasing after it’s friend and they come racing around, jumping over her leg, landing on the one on her lap.

“Awwww.” Letitia and Genesis both in unison, and Genesis picks her up as she sits up, clearly stunned by what just happened.

“I know… We’re gonna put you up here so you’re safe.”

The others run off and only one remains, the one in Genesis’ arms, now licking her chin.

It’s the same tiny girl who’s been attached to her all interview.

“Look, they’ve all left, and there’s one final candidate…”Her mouth goes into a pout, looking to Letitia.

“I don’t know if I can leave her now.” And Letitia laughs at her words. “You can just sleep and live in our house, because you are gonna be our puppy.”

She brings her back into her arms, looking at her, and Letitia scoots closer, reaching her fingers out in front of her nose, and the puppy starts licking her fingers almost instantly.

She looks to Genesis, eyes meeting her pleading one’s and she brings her closer to her chest. Letitia feels her heart grow warmer at the sight.

They hear a sound off camera, and they both look forward, having forgotten about their lines, and Letitia speaks up.

“‘Black Panther: Adanna’ is now out in theatre’s, please go watch and enjoy this beautiful story.”

“We had the most wonderful time here, and now we’re signing off.” Genesis’ finishes, waving sweetly as Letitia blows a kiss to the camera.

The camera cuts, signaling the end of the interview and both of them casually forget about the running camera for additional footage, leading to Letitia almost immediately leaning over, the two of them sharing a gentle kiss.

"Ndiyakuthanda." » "I love you." Letitia whispers effortlessly in Xhosa, the mics still picking up what they say clearly, and they lean their foreheads together.

"And I love you." Genesis smiles so gently, closing the small amount of space between their lips for another small kiss before pulling away, looking down to the puppy in her arms. “I really don’t wanna leave her…”

Letitia looks at the puppy, looks at Genesis holding her and she gently rubs her head.

“They’re up for adoption, yeah?” Letitia looks to the interviewer and the older woman looks to her.

“Yes, all the puppies are up for adoption.”

“What are the odds we can maybe…” she nods towards the puppy in Genesis’ arms, and the woman smiles warmly.

“Funny enough, it’s happened before. I can get the paperwork and we can sort it out.”

Letitia looks to Genesis.

“We would like that.” She looks back to the woman, who nods, walking off to the side, over towards a table.

“Here, let’s see…” Genesis hands her off to Letitia, who takes her into her arms so gently, and the puppy curls into her chest.

“Oh, hi baby…” Letitia says, looking down at her. “Hi… What are we gonna name you, eh?”

They both look at her. She’s a golden doodle, with curly black fur. A sweetheart, truly, and Genesis’ eyebrows furrow as she thinks.

But it’s Letitia who gets an idea.

“What about Bhele?”

Bhele. Xhosa for ‘bear’.

And Genesis smiles, softly, leaning her head on Letitia’s shoulder, gently running her fingers over the little one’s fur.

“Bhele…” She says quietly, and they see her little ears perk up, and she licks at Genesis’ hand. “I think she likes it.”

And they both smile at her.

“Hi, Bhele…” Letitia coos. “Welcome to the family.

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Shuri looks down and sad

Reader: Hey, you straight?

Shuri: I’m not straight, I’m a lesbian…. Wait what?

[jordisblogg]

as a south african i would like to see more of shuri x readers where shuri calls the reader mama or the reader calls shuri baba

[jordisblogg]

Here With Me

Warnings: ANGST, like…angst man…character’s death, mentions of blood, future references…mainly angst.

Taglist: @shurisvibranium @radiantlyfemme @iwillbiteabitch @6-noir @queenofsimpsblog @rxcently @sklevenfourtyfour @beautybyfire @ziayamikaelson @melanated-queen @newctrll @zhanylai @bubshri @izzyorzua24 @ogbells16 @bananafishok @heartsforjojo @writingintheshadowsforever @saintwrld @playgurlxoxo @shuriandririswifey @ziayamikaelson @bestfriend491 @slytherin-34 @tchhairbandhere @youralphawolf72 @queerponcho @futurefemalefatale @shuriszn @bratydoll @mysticalmarss @pinkwright @shuririsdefenseattorney @shuri-lover @hotgirlslovepink @foreverdom-tish @sweetalittleselfish-honey

A/N: This isn’t apart of the Shuri x reader series, just one I had in my drafts…I was listening to Here With Me by d4vd while writing and editing this…I recommend you listening to it as well if you read this. and I apologize greatly to you if you do read this—enjoy🫶🏽

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“Shuri…”

As soon as she showed him mercy, as soon as Namor dissapeared into the ocean, Shuri wasted no time in rushing towards you, ignoring the scorching pain to her stomach and the ache in her body and the fury she felt towards Namor. All she could think of was you.

“Ingaba ulungile?” -are you okay?- she whispered panicked, wrapping a careful but firm arm around your waist to try and help you maintain balance.

“I…I’m fine.” You nodded stiffly, mustering a small smile as you held the arm around you, leaning into the Panther’s form. “It..it isn’t as bad as it seemed.”

“Let me help…” she groaned a bit in pain, trying to take a step forward with you still in her hold.

“I can do it Shuri. I am fine.” You repeated once more, a whine followed afterwards when her arm tightened.

“My love you are shaking.” She realized, mouth drying and throat tightening. An ache rose in her chest, already feeling the sight of you being hurt gnawing at her.

“I’m fine…I just need to rest for a moment.” You breathed a bit desperately, hand tightening over her wrist as you tried settling down on the sand.

But she beat you to it, carefully helping you sit, Shuri crouching beside you as she cradled your head in support and comfort from the stones.“Yes, okay—rest. You can do that.” she nodded hesitantly, letting out a shaky breath.

“Ingaba ulungile?” -Are you okay?- You asked softly, remembering how Namor’s struck into her stomach, how she managed to pull free from it. You glanced down, noticing how the material of her suit was still in process of closing from the raw vibranium.

“I am fine…a minor injury if I must say now that the herb is in my system.” She winced, her free hand ghosting over the spot.

“Do you think it will heal fast now with the herb?” You raised a hand, thumb stroking over the small injury on her cheek.

“A theory.” She nodded leaning into your touch. “Maybe in a few days…or hours if I attend to it soon.” She assured, hand raising to stroke over your forehead not caring for anything right now, besides you. “Are you certain you’re okay, Y/N—“

You watch as her ebony eyes widen slightly, fear seeping into them as her lips parted. “Intoni?”-what?- you question, brows knitting in confusion as you tried to sit up straight.

But a pained groan erupted from you and she was quick to hold you down, head shaking rapidly as she smiled weakly but the tears still gathered in realization, holding you a bit closer.

“Nothing, my love…I just realized how bad I must look to you after what you saw.” She gently half lied, anguish slightly written across her face, watching how dirt sprawled over the brown of your cheeks, a few injuries on your skin but still managed to look so beautiful.

Your eyes skimmed over her face, for you knew what she spoke of. “You did not, Shuri wam.”- My Shuri- Your thumb trailed to between her brows, soothing the crease there. “You were angry…and hurt. Anyone would have done the exact thing you did if they were in your place.” You muttered, eyes half closing but smiled nonetheless.

She returned it before calling for Griot. “How much time is left?” She questioned shakily, watching as your eyes flickered open with the same confusion.

“Not much…vitals are currently weak—help is on the way, but the engines are broken and by the time they arrive it’d be too late, Panther.” The Ai’s voice spoke, if it were possible he sounded almost in distress.

As you asked what they both meant, her broken gaze traveled down to your abdomen, a pool of red gushing and seeping through your torn suit.

“Nothing, Y/N/N…Can you stand for me love? Just for a moment—no better yet I will return okay?” She tried to keep her voice balanced, to push down the pain bubbling as she started to stand.

But you reached for her arm, gripping a bit. “Hey, Shuri, no…” You brought her face back to look at you and gave him a little dazed smile. “Don’t go. Please. Just stay with me, okay?”

“You need help.” Her voice grew ragged. “You need to see someone. I can’t…I can’t fix you without my lab, I cannot fix this Y/N—help is on the way—“

“You don’t need to fix me, Shuri.” You shook your head taking her hand in yours. “You heard Griot.” You spoke. “By then it’d be too late.”

Her face crumbled at how you knew, but you only smiled. “I just need to rest for a moment.”

“It’s okay, take your time and rest okay?” Shuri smiled brokenly, retracting the vibranium around her hand so her bare touch could stroke your head, gently leading to your temple and cheek.

The sound of the Sea Leapard grew clearly in her new senses as it tried to move, war cries being heard and she could hear the slightest call of both your names. But she didn’t care right now.

“You should go, my love. They are waiting for their protector to take them home.” You said quietly as you glanced over her shoulder, seeing the big ship coming towards the deserted area, catching a small glimpse of the Talokanil as well. Though Shuri’s face blocked the view, looking at you so tenderly and fragile.

“Hayi -no-. I’m gonna stay with you until you feel well enough to walk…until you’ve rested, okay?” She says as quietly as you, hearing your slow and quiet breathing drift away bit by bit, a hand cradling your face while the other managed to get you close as possible, holding you to her chest.

“But there’s a lot of them coming…waiting for you.” You protest lightly, gazing up at her through your lashes, fingers loosely around her wrist while the other rose to touch her disheveled corn rows, taking the time to bask how the unruly hair felt.

She managed a smile shaking her head. “They are waiting for you and me…but do not worry about them. As long as you’re here with me, it’s alright, okay?” She hummed, gently massaging your scalp.

“Shuri…” you whispered, a warmth and drain spreading across your body.

“Heyi -no- Do not use that tone right now. Please.” She tried saying firmly, but you felt the quivers of her body reflecting in her voice, holding you a bit tighter.

“Ndiyakuthanda, Shuri.” -I love you.- you continued as tears warped your vision, both your hands around her wrists now.

“I know you do, Y/N.” She whispered, gazing over your face as her palms cupped your face. “But please, they are on their way and we are going to be able to take you back to my lab to heal you okay—“

“Shuri.” You spoke pointedly. “You heard Griot. The ship is damaged now, come on, baby.”

“No.” She whimpered out, forehead pressing desperately against your own as her hands now shook against your face. Trying to cling to the false twinge of hope in her heart. Trying to keep the last of her light from not seeping through her fingers.

“They will fix it, Nakia will find a way to, M’Baku will find a way—“

A weak laugh left you, shaking your head against hers. “M’Baku is not as smart enough to fix such a problem, baby…they’re not going to make it.” You took in a faint bubble of air ghosting your lungs. “I’m not gonna make it.” You whispered too truthfully for her likings.

Shuri’s face scrunched up in misery, as she’s done many times these past months. Tears welled in her eyes, cleaning the dirt and debris off her brown skin as they rolled down her face, lips quivering.

“Hey…you have cried far too many tears, my love. Just hold me now and bask that I am with you. It will be alright.”

“Hayi -no-.” She cried softly, feeling her forehead crease. “You are hurt. I will not be able to save you, like I haven’t been able to save the ones I love—I will lose you. It is not alright!”

“It is alright, Shuri wam. Because i am in the arms of my first love. The first and only girl I ever loved.” Your voice began to shake as your body grew weaker. Shuri cradled you in her arms and stroked your head to make it as comfortable as possible, to make herself feel some kind of condolence.

“And it is my favorite place to be.” You sighed out as a single tear strid down your cheek, nuzzling into her touch.

“Stay here with me, please?” She pleaded. “Keep your eyes open for me, yes? Let me see them, intombi entle -pretty girl- just look at me…”

“You are going to do great things, Shuri.” You smile softly at her, pulling away to look into her eyes. “I cannot wait to see how the Black Panther protects our country.”

“And you are going to be right there with me, protecting it alongside me.” She insisted. “We are going to get through this, and live a life together with no more pain and mourn.”

“Ukuthembisa?” -Promise?-You asked as a bit blood began to seep out of your mouth, coughing a bit.

“Ndiyathembisa.- I promise- We will visit many countries outside Wakanda. Like how we said we would when we were little, yeah? We can go anywhere you like.” She said with a little smile, stroking the blood away with her thumb.

“We should go to France—where T’Challa took us and we had our first kiss.” You grin a bit before it slowly fell. “I take that back… they’re onto us and I do not think we need that— how about Dubai after Haiti?”

“Ewe -yes-, we can go to Dubai and Haiti.” She nodded frantically. “And we can visit Haiti, And we can get married.”

“You want to get married?“ you chirp, wide grin returning as tears streamed down your cheeks, your faint heartbeat picking up for a slight moment.

She let out a teary chuckle nodding. “And once we get you back to Wakanda, I will show you the rings I have created for us both, with the beautifulest carvings and stoned embedded in them.”

Your doe eyes widen at her confession, warming up even more at how much you love this girl. “Of course you’ve made the rings…did you get any help?” You asked caressing her cheek.

She smiled a bit nodding. “Mother and T’Challa…he helped me before everything happened, love.”

More tears pooled your eyes, both of you sniffling at her words, words silently exchanged. “Could Aneka…and Nakia help me with my dress? Could she come to the wedding? And Okoye too? Even M’Baku…he can help with the heavy stuff, no?”

“Ewe, yes my beautiful love.” She chuckled softly. “They can come and help, and Nakia and Aneka will help you dress far more gorgeous than you already are, and have the most amazing celebration with our people. We will live in Wakanda, helping our people, leading them to a better future together, and as long as we have each other we will have everything we need. Never leaving.”

“Can we have a vacation home in Haiti? Can you make a balcony with the ocean’s view?” You asked, a cute lace of hope in your voice.

“Ewe -yes-, of course.” She scoffed playfully. “A big home near Nakia’s, with a big balcony like in those American rom-coms you adore watching. We can even act out a few dramatic things like in those drama films.”

“Like Shakespeare?” You hoped, dim brown eyes gaining a spark as she nodded eagerly. “Anything you desire, Y/N.”

“That sounds really nice, love.” You sigh softly, your temple pressing against her cheek as the edges of your vision began to darken.

“Yes it will be. And we can have children, yeah?” She asked, stroking her nose over your subtle and faint skin. “Two of each, just like we discussed.” She promised, hearing the hum twined with a smile you created.

“We will name them after T’Challa…and your Baba…and Queen Mother…and my sister.” You whispered softly, Shuri’s heartstrings being tugged on as a chuckle and sob left her.

“And they will have the strong facial structure and beautiful mind of their mama Shuri.“ your fingers and eyes stroked over her face; taking in the shape and color of her eyes and lovely lips; the structure of her cheeks and jaw; the softest smile looming across her face; doing the same thing you were doing seconds ago.

“Ewe…and they’ll have the eyes and beautiful smile and heart as their mommy Y/N.” Her smile grew as yours did as well, stroking over her brows.

“You will be a great mother, Shuri.” You told her, staring at her with so much love for a future beyond of your grasps. “Our children will be so lucky and blessed.”

“I am going to be the best mother in the world alongside you. Because you made me a better girl…a better woman. You taught me how to be good after everything that has happened, Y/N wam.” She confessed, kissing your cheek.

“You were always good, baby. I cannot take all the credit..very least thank your family.” You chuckle before taking in a sharp breath, eyes shutting for a split moment.

The kimoyo bead she had put—without you noticing—to try and sustain the pain no longer doing anything for you.

“Ingaba ibuhlungu? -Does it hurt?- Shuri gulped as she tried not to look at the large pool of blood that had now tainted over the light brown sand.

“Hayi -no- Shuri. I do not feel pain anymore.” You smiled softly at your love as you lied to spare her feelings, to spare her the guilt.

“That is good.” She nodded, pretending to believe you to spare your own feelings. She began to hum a lullaby your mother once sang to you both, the hum soon turning into a song you happened to love from the internet, gently rocking you in her toned arms.

With her advanced hearing, she could hear that you were barely breathing at that point. The extent of your wounds were too severe, and Shuri was already with the heart clenching knowledge that you were nearing the end.

“Shuri?” You asked quietly, your voice barely audible but she could hear the slight fear, the sadness, the pain, the love and hurt in that one whisper of her name.

“Yes? I am here.” She assured you as she stroked your face, staring into your glossed eyes.

“Can you kiss me, love? I think you should…as a goodbye. I do not want you feeling regret.” You stuttered your sentence out as you gasped for air, clutching onto her.

Her head shook, a broken sob heaving. “I cannot, Y/N.” She croaked. “I do not want to say goodbye…not again.”

“Do not worry, Shuri…we will see each other again when the time comes, yeah?” You manage to give her a weak smile, lips tinted with your own blood.

Shuri wiped her face from the tears she knew were going to cascade any moment again, nodding with a sniffle before craning her neck to give you a broken, tearful kiss. Not caring for the taste of blood, only basking in one last time of your lips. Of you, trying to give you one of her breaths as if it will help, grasping your face in a gentle desperate matter as you tried meeting her halfway.

When she pulled away, her forehead resumed in resting against yours, ember brown eyes open and gazing into your own.

“Ndiyakuthanda, Shuri wam.” You whispered laying in her arms. -I love you.-

“Ndikuthanda, Y/N wam.” She stroked from your temples to your cheeks and jaw. “And if it’s right…I don’t care how long it takes…as long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face…”she sang softly, her voice cracking into a soft sob.

“Save your tears…it will be okay.” You sang back, her lips rising to kiss desperately over your forehead, once. Twice. Three…you lost count.

“Can Griot play it? One more time? The sunset goes nicely with this, Shuri.” You sigh out, smiling softly as she placed little kisses over every part of your face.

“Anything for you , my love…Griot, you heard her.”

“Yes, Princess. Right away, Y/N/N…” he spoke lightly, both of you smiling at the nickname he’d grown habit to.

“Enkosi, Griot…Enkosi Shuri.” You sighed contentedly as you stared into her eyes. Your blinking got slower and slower until they managed to stay open for the shortest moment, telling Shuri that it was it was time.

-Thank you.-

“Enkosi, Y/N.” She cried as she held your lifeless frame. “Enkosi, my love…”she chanted brokenly, ignoring the nearby ship and footsteps rushing your way.

“All I know is you’re here with me...” Shuri hummed as she rocked back and forth with you in her arms, basking in the sunset’s light shining down on you.

“Shuri! Y/N!”

Shuri ignored the calls, everything becoming a background as she gazed down at you, tears cascading her cheeks down to your own skin, the song Griot had on repeat being hummed into your ear.

“All I know is you’re here with me.” She told you softly once it ended. “You’re here with me…”

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I AM SORRYYY

a/n: no title bc i couldn’t think of one plus this isn’t rlly a fic, js a lil smth i was thinking about. the last part of it was inspired by this su comic i read, though i can't remember what it was called..

heart beat, negative, lungs, deactivated, body, comprised.

you stared in horror as griot read you her vitals, her blood was all over your face, hands and clothes, but you didn’t dare wipe it.

there, your wife laid, impaled. red liquid pooling from her mouth and nose, her eyes were lifeless, she made no movement.

“would you like me to contact the others, ms.y/n?”

you gave no response to the ai, as everything slowly started to tune out, you couldn’t hear the outside world anymore, you couldn’t see it. all you could see your beloved laying on the ground in her own pool of blood.

the attack had begun later this evening. namor had decided he had wanted to cut off the deal they had both made, in fear of shuri lying to him and double crossing his nation.

“ms.y/n?”

he hadn’t done anything flashy like the last time he flooded the city. he instead got shuri alone. she was on her nightly visit to the beach just outside the woods, the last place her and her mother truly connected before she was taken from her. she would make sure there were no dora with her, not even you and namor must’ve known.

as she reminisced, the young monarch noticed the serpent god emerging from the ocean. she hadn’t treated him like an enemy, but she was still on edge whenever he was around.

“what is it that you want?”

“do you truly have the intention of us building an alliance?” his question threw the scientist off, is that not what she had said? almost everyone who knew shuri personally knew that she never backed down on her word, no matter how bad the person was. but, she supposed she could see his suspicions.

“yes, i told you, you had my word on that. wakanda would protect your oceans as long as you promised never to show up here again.”

“did you? or did you let me believe it?” he began hovering towards her, until his feet landed on the warm sand. shuri stood and began creating distance between them.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never truly wanted us to be allies, did you, queen?”

“stay away from me—“ shuri was known to be fearless her whole life, never being one to back down from a challenge or tell someone off, when most people would be peeing their pants or running the other way. but she can’t deny, for these past 3 years, she’s been feeling the opposite of fearless, like she’s just been waiting for the last thing to tip her over and have her bursting into tears.

“do you think i am an imbecile? that i know you seek vengeance of me killing your mother.”

“what? no—“

her reached her to where there were only a few centimeters between them.

“you cross me, and i warned you, i wipe wakanda off the face of the earth..”

shuri then felt some sharp come in contact with her abdomen, she finally took her fear-struck eyes off the aquatic ruler and down at the large, sharp spear. in the exact same spot he wounded her the last time they had battled.

“it won’t heal twice..” he spit, venom laced within his words.

she tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing but swift breaths of air would egress.

“please..” she let out breathlessly, though she got no response, no remorse. he let her collapse to the ground, eyeing her vengefully as she struggled to take in oxygen.

“do not worry, i’m granting you your wish. you should be thanking me..” was the last thing he heard from him before he yanked his weapon from her middle.

“ms.y/n, would you like me to request for assistance?”

you should’ve been there. you should’ve stayed with her, something in your gut told you something wasn’t right.

“are you sure she’s alright, i mean— she’s been out there for almost an hour an a half. i know y’all want me to give her her space to mourn but.. i just don’t know.. i think i should go check on her, just to be sure.” you paced around the dining room, after you, shuri, and everyone else had invited them to dinner. it was routine for your wife to sit outside and reminisce, so you didn’t bother her about it tonight.

“i hope you know that little panther is going to say something.” mbaku snorted as he picked up a final carrot from the display plate. you ignored his warning and went out to find her.

“shuri? baby, are you alright?” you called out to her and got no answer, until you reached closer and heard faint coughs, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you continued to tread carefully, “shuri?”

the sight you saw once you finally reached her was something you could never have prepared for.

“ms.y/n, i really think we should call for assistance!”

“oh god!” you screamed, quickly running up to her as she laid, choking on her own blood. you placed your hands over her wound, hoping to stop the blood the was gushing all over her clothes.

“shuri— please, you can’t do this right now!” you watched her as she only coughed, her chest rising up in down in quick haste as she tried her hardest to breathe.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself, attempting to remain strong so your emotions wouldn’t make the situation worse, “you can fight it baby, come on! you’re gonna be okay!” you picked off two kimoyo beads from your bracelet and set them into her wound swiftly.

"these should heal it, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?" you placed one hand on the side of her face while keeping the other onto her wound.

shuri didn't know this would be how she would go. she had so much she wanted to say to you, but not enough time. all she could do was look at you and hope that you could hear her every thought. despite all her hardships and stress, the best part of her day would be coming home to see you. you soothed her somehow; in a way she couldn't explain. and how badly did she want you to know. seeing your distressed and horrified face only made her realize that she should've expressed all of this to you sooner.

she did make sure that the last thing, the last person, she looked at was you. she wanted your face to be the last thing she saw before she went, that way she could go peacefully.

she ignored your cries and your pleads, and pretended it was just you and her, sitting on this very beach, listening to the waves crash against the rocks and the sound of the few occasional elephants' trunks as they took their child through the water. she imagined you two sitting her and enjoying each other's company, rather than the reality of you holding the other as they clung on to life.

"shuri please, i'm right here!" you cried hysterically as you rested your head on your wife's chest, trying your best to soothe her.

soon you could no longer hear shuri's gasps, and her chest had stopped its quick motion. and that only frightened you more.

your head shot up immediately only to see shuri's lifeless eyes staring back at you. you didn't call out to her this time; you didn't shake her. you just looked.

you looked.

you held her frail body in your hands and looked.

"y/n!" instead of hearing the ai pester your once more, you heard the general, one who your wife loved dearly. she stood still as she watched the scene before her. the recently crowned queen, the last of the royal family, was now gone. and her wife sat over her, shocked in fear.

"my queen.." she hesitated, walking steadily towards you.

"no.." you whispered, voice almost hoarse, your eyes staying on your beloved, as if she would emerge back to life if you stared long enough.

"please.. just let me—"

"she's cold.."

"y/n.."

"get her a blanket, okoye, she's cold.." you cradled her into your chest, holding her tightly.

"y/n, please!"

"i don't want her to be by herself.." the only thing that was freaking the general out was how you were talking about the young scientist.. as if she were still here. as if she wasn't laying lifeless in your arms. throughout her entire journey of being part of the dora milage, this had got to be the most frightening thing she'd seen, just after the loss of queen romanda.

"s-shes okay, okay? i'm just staying with her.. i don't want her to be alone.. she doesn't need to be alone." you rambled as you rocked back and forth, still holding your wife, just like you used to when she would come to you crying, and you were the only one who could ever make her feel better.

okoye sighed, she didn't even bother to ask how this happened or why, it wasn't the time. she only joined you both on the ground and brought your face into the crook of her neck as you broke down in her arms.

"i'm right here, udade omncinci, i'm right here.." she only sat there and comforted you, letting a few tears trickle down her cheeks as well.

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a/n: no title bc i couldn’t think of one plus this isn’t rlly a fic, js a lil smth i was thinking about. the last part of it was inspired by this su comic i read, though i can't remember what it was called..

heart beat, negative, lungs, deactivated, body, comprised.

you stared in horror as griot read you her vitals, her blood was all over your face, hands and clothes, but you didn’t dare wipe it.

there, your wife laid, impaled. red liquid pooling from her mouth and nose, her eyes were lifeless, she made no movement.

“would you like me to contact the others, ms.y/n?”

you gave no response to the ai, as everything slowly started to tune out, you couldn’t hear the outside world anymore, you couldn’t see it. all you could see your beloved laying on the ground in her own pool of blood.

the attack had begun earlier this evening. namor had decided he had wanted to cut off the deal they had both made, in fear of shuri lying to him and double crossing his nation.

“ms.y/n?”

he hadn’t done anything flashy like the last time he flooded the city. he instead got shuri alone. she was on her nightly visit to the beach just outside the woods, the last place her and her mother truly connected before she was taken from her. she would make sure there were no dora with her, not even you and namor must’ve known.

as she reminisced, the young monarch noticed the serpent god emerging from the ocean. she hadn’t treated him like an enemy, but she was still on edge whenever he was around.

“what is it that you want?”

“do you truly have the intention of us building an alliance?” his question threw the scientist off, is that not what she had said? almost everyone who knew shuri personally knew that she never backed down on her word, no matter how bad the person was. but, she supposed she could see his suspicions.

“yes, i told you, you had my word on that. wakanda would protect your oceans as long as you promised never to show up here again.”

“did you? or did you let me believe it?” he began hovering towards her, until his feet landed on the warm sand. shuri stood and began creating distance between them.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never truly wanted us to be allies, did you, queen?”

“stay away from me—“ shuri was known to be fearless her whole life, never being one to back down from a challenge or tell someone off, when most people would be peeing their pants or running the other way. but she can’t deny, for these past 3 years, she’s been feeling the opposite of fearless, like she’s just been waiting for the last thing to tip her over and have her bursting into tears.

“do you think i am an imbecile? that i know you seek vengeance of me killing your mother.”

“what? no—“

her reached her to where there were only a few centimeters between them.

“you cross me, and i warned you, i wipe wakanda off the face of the earth..”

shuri then felt some sharp come in contact with her abdomen, she finally took her fear-struck eyes off the aquatic ruler and down at the large, sharp spear. in the exact same spot he wounded her the last time they had battled.

“it won’t heal twice..” he spit, venom laced within his words.

she tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing but swift breaths of air would egress.

“please..” she let out breathlessly, though she got no response, no remorse. he let her collapse to the ground, eyeing her vengefully as she struggled to take in oxygen.

“do not worry, i’m granting you your wish. you should be thanking me..” was the last thing he heard from him before he yanked his weapon from her middle.

“ms.y/n, would you like me to request for assistance?”

you should’ve been there. you should’ve stayed with her, something in your gut told you something wasn’t right.

“are you sure she’s alright, i mean— she’s been out there for almost an hour an a half. i know y’all want me to give her her space to mourn but.. i just don’t know.. i think i should go check on her, just to be sure.” you paced around the dining room, after you, shuri, and everyone else had invited them to dinner. it was routine for your wife to sit outside and reminisce, so you didn’t bother her about it tonight.

“i hope you know that little panther is going to say something.” mbaku snorted as he picked up a final carrot from the display plate. you ignored his warning and went out to find her.

“shuri? baby, are you alright?” you called out to her and got no answer, until you reached closer and heard faint coughs, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you continued to tread carefully, “shuri?”

the sight you saw once you finally reached her was something you could never have prepared for.

“ms.y/n, i really think we should call for assistance!”

“oh god!” you screamed, quickly running up to her as she laid, choking on her own blood. you placed your hands over her wound, hoping to stop the blood the was gushing all over her clothes.

“shuri— please, you can’t do this right now!” you watched her as she only coughed, her chest rising up in down in quick haste as she tried her hardest to breathe.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself, attempting to remain strong so your emotions wouldn’t make the situation worse, “you can fight it baby, come on! you’re gonna be okay!” you picked off two kimoyo beads from your bracelet and set them into her wound swiftly.

"these should heal it, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?" you placed one hand on the side of her face while keeping the other onto her wound.

shuri didn't know this would be how she would go. she had so much she wanted to say to you, but not enough time. all she could do was look at you and hope that you could hear her every thought. despite all her hardships and stress, the best part of her day would be coming home to see you. you soothed her somehow; in a way she couldn't explain. and how badly did she want you to know. seeing your distressed and horrified face only made her realize that she should've expressed all of this to you sooner.

she did make sure that the last thing, the last person, she looked at was you. she wanted your face to be the last thing she saw before she went, that way she could go peacefully.

she ignored your cries and your pleads, and pretended it was just you and her, sitting on this very beach, listening to the waves crash against the rocks and the sound of the few occasional elephants' trunks as they took their child through the water. she imagined you two sitting her and enjoying each other's company, rather than the reality of you holding the other as they clung on to life.

"shuri please, i'm right here!" you cried hysterically as you rested your head on your wife's chest, trying your best to soothe her.

soon you could no longer hear shuri's gasps, and her chest had stopped its quick motion. and that only frightened you more.

your head shot up immediately only to see shuri's lifeless eyes staring back at you. you didn't call out to her this time; you didn't shake her. you just looked.

you looked.

you held her frail body in your hands and looked.

"y/n!" instead of hearing the ai pester your once more, you heard the general, one who your wife loved dearly. she stood still as she watched the scene before her. the recently crowned queen, the last of the royal family, was now gone. and her wife sat over her, shocked in fear.

"my queen.." she hesitated, walking steadily towards you.

"no.." you whispered, voice almost hoarse, your eyes staying on your beloved, as if she would emerge back to life if you stared long enough.

"please.. just let me—"

"she's cold.."

"y/n.."

"get her a blanket, okoye, she's cold.." you cradled her into your chest, holding her tightly.

"y/n, please!"

"i don't want her to be by herself.." the only thing that was freaking the general out was how you were talking about the young scientist.. as if she were still here. as if she wasn't laying lifeless in your arms. throughout her entire journey of being part of the dora milage, this had got to be the most frightening thing she'd seen, just after the loss of queen romanda.

"s-shes okay, okay? i'm just staying with her.. i don't want her to be alone.. she doesn't need to be alone." you rambled as you rocked back and forth, still holding your wife, just like you used to when she would come to you crying, and you were the only one who could ever make her feel better.

okoye sighed, she didn't even bother to ask how this happened or why, it wasn't the time. she only joined you both on the ground and brought your face into the crook of her neck as you broke down in her arms.

"i'm right here, udade omncinci, i'm right here.." she only sat there and comforted you, letting a few tears trickle down her cheeks as well.

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Get to you

shuriri week [drabble]



@shuririweek @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998 @gay4harm @sapphicsourcee @shurislover @prettypink-princesss @xchoxix @pancakebeds

word count : about 460

Riri wakes up to Shuri’s tattooed finger running soothing patterns along the plane of her shoulder. Riri is barely awake but the first thing that she feels is Shuri’s slightly chapped lips against her temple. She doesn’t know what feels better, the gentle sunlight beginning to stream into the room or the warmth radiating off of Shuri’s lean body.

Shuri’s never been a light sleeper, but for some reason, she couldn’t stay asleep for as long as she’d like. Not when the woman that means everything to her is beneath her. Not when anything could happen to her. If life has taught the Royal anything, it’s that life can be taken as soon as it’s given.

But Riri is everything. She’s the calm at the end of a storm. She’s light at the end of the tunnel. She’s Shuri’s peace. On cue, She feels Riri press closer into her, snuggling so their skin is as close as possible.

“D’you sleep at all?” Riri sighs, her voice raspy as Shuri’s fingers brush over her wispy baby hairs.

“I did, my love. Go back to sleep, yeah?” The soft timbre in Shuri’s voice is all it takes for the woman next to her to nearly be soothed back to sleep. But Shuri doesn’t feel her breathing slow, instead she hears her quiet voice sound again.

“I can’t sleep if you aren’t,” Riri sighs, her mouth making huffs in every word against Shuri’s’s collarbone.

“You’ve been sleeping soundly, and I’m usually awake by this time anyway…don’t let me disrupt you.” Shuri reminds her, her hand moving lower so her fingers can rub at the dip in Riri’s spine. She expects Riri to go slack and for her to finally go back to sleep of course, instead she receives another response.

“You need to sleep. I know you don’t often. But if you’re gonna be here with me I need you to try ‘cause I know all you do is work at home.” She murmurs. Her voice is laced with drowsiness and sleep, something that the Royal misses. She misses being able to fall asleep so easily, for her mind to be at rest. It’s a luxury that she took for granted back then.

But then she looks at Riri, and she thinks about how easily sleep comes to her even on her worst days. It reminds her of how easy it’s become to fall in love with her. So for Rianna Williams, She’d do anything even something that seems as easy as sleep.

She does exactly that, softly closing her eyes and taking deep breaths in. She hears her heartbeat and it’s much louder than usual which she assumes is due to the herb’s effect. But then she realizes it’s because her own and Riri’s have matched at the same tempo.

I’m personally shocked that I’ve been able to consistently upload so far.

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riri would find a way to make the ears on shuri’s helmet move and wouldn’t tell her

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this blog stands with palestine and if you don’t you can get the fuck out. what israel is doing is genocide and i will not tolerate anyone who supports it.

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Green Eyes Pt 2

a/n: Thank you so much for the love on the first part! I am so shocked by the love its gotten so far! I have many more parts to come! Enjoy! (Also bear with me it get juicier each part I promise) (Also I know that I’m late but better late then never 😚).

But I don't love you anymore, i'm so insecure, never knew that love did this...

Pairing: Shuri x Black!fem!reader

Word Count: 1k+

Summary : Five years. It’s been five years since the blip. And even longer since you’ve been in a relationship. Maybe it’s for the best. The last time you were in a relationship, it just ended in disarray. But, when your ex comes back into your life, can you start over and do it again? Or try to move on with an unexpected love?

Part one is pinned on my page!

You felt a certain sense of nervousness around Shuri now. Even though you were secure in yourself now, it just felt different. She was different. 

“Hello…y/n?” Shuri said

You snapped out of the train of thought you were in.

“Huh?”

“I said do you like my car uthando?” 

You had no idea what that meant but you were turned on by it. You loved it when she spoke her native language. 

“It’s aight”

She chuckled “Just alright? Even though you were just gawking at it a minute ago?”

You shrugged. 

Kaira felt all the of tension between the two of you.  

“Well, sorry about that Your Majesty, it’s just stunning,” Kaira said breaking the silence

“No worries, and please call me Shuri,” Shuri said to Kaira

“Ok!” You could tell that she was trying to flirt with her eyes.

All you wanted to do at the moment was leave.

“Well, it’s late, see you around.” You said

 Kair tried to wave goodbye, but you grabbed Kaira before she could do anything.

“See you around…” Shuri said.

She didn’t recognize you. Inside and out. She only recognizes you by the birthmark on your lower back that you rarely showed. Damn, after all of this time, she still remembers every little detail. She didn’t know what happened to you, but she was going to find out.   

“y/n, she is fine as fuck! Can you introduce me?”

You just rolled your eyes.  “No, let’s go”

_____________________________________

A few days later

It is your first day at Stark Industries and you already have two meetings, and four deadlines to meet. I guess they have been struggling since the infinity war. 

“You have a meeting in five minutes,” says your assistant. You promised yourself that the assistant that you had at your old job would come here. He is the best there is, it’s just a guy plus he's black. 

“Thank you, Anthony.” 

You look at yourself in the mirror one last time and then go to the meeting room. You're fortunately early so you give yourself a little pep talk. 

“You got this, this job will help you, not hurt you. You will become CEO soon, and won't have to deal with this bullshit.”

“You have a long way to go, my love.”

Shit. It’s Shuri. 

“Stop calling me that, we're in a public place.”

“Oh, so you don’t mind in public?” She said smugly.

You hated her newfound cockyness. It was getting annoying.

“No, not anywhere. Shuri, let’s make something clear. We are not together, stop calling me these pet names.”

“...No.”

“Excuse me?”

“No uthando, no” -love

You knew she called You forgot how petty she was. You were having a staring contest with her and you were losing. She was just too fine.

“Hey ladies, I can see y’all are gay as fuck but please, let’s not be in  the office.”

“Peter shut the hell up.” You say.

“How long has this been going on? Shuri only calls her girlfriends ‘love’”

“Nothing is going on I can assure you that”

Shuri is looking at you so smugly. “I mean..”

 You looked at her “What the hell you mean ‘I mean’?” 

“...We could've been at least engaged by now if it wasn’t for you ripping my heart out to shreds.”

“Excuse me?! It was your MOTHER who broke us apart. She told me never to contact you and to break up with you. That-”

“Don’t. Don’t you start y/n”

“OR WHAT? SHE RUINED MY LIFE. OUR RELATIONSHIP, MADE  MY LIFE A LIVING HELL UNTIL I LEFT. FACE IT SHURI YOUR MOTHER IS A HOMOPHOBIC BITCH. SHE HATED ME AND MANIPULATED YOU AT EVERY TURN” you screamed. 

“Y/N WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH”

Peter was just watching in awe and confusion. 

You and Shuri are now close. Your face is so close, your noses are touching.

Shuri was mad at you, but she knew that she was right. Her mother told her before she died about what she did. Then something clicked in Peter’s mind.

“...wait…y/n you don’t know?”

“I don’t know what Peter?” You said irritated.

“That Queen Rom-”

“SHUT UP PETER”

“What? She what?”

“Nothing” Shuri gritted through her teeth.

A massive silence fell until other people started coming in. You just sat down and looked away mad. Shuri just stormed out of the room.  You just sat there in anger and confusion. What was Shuri hiding from you? What happened to her mom?

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After the meeting, you just felt drained, especially after that fight you had with Shuri. You just got into your apartment when your phone buzzed. What now?  you thought. You kicked off your heels and put your coat on the rack. You looked at your phone to see that an unknown number texted you. Be downstairs in five, it’s important. You had a feeling it was Shuri. You were just drained and wanted to deal with it later. You set up your I’m drained the fuck out set up on the couch and was about to put on Living Single when your doorbell rang. You sighed and went to open the door. When you opened it, it was Shuri. “I told you to be ready in five. It’s been thirty minutes.” 

“That should have been the green light to go. home. I don’t wanna deal with anything right now so please leave me alone.”

“No, we need to talk. NOW”

Her aggression took you aback. 

“I said no Shuri” Shuri just sighed.

“Love, please, this is important” You gave her a look. 

“...It’s about the project,” She said

You sighed and just looked at her. 

“Fine, just let me try to look decent”

“Not you getting dolled up for me”

You just rolled you eyes and went into your bathroom to clean yourself up from the day. _____________________________________

Shuri felt bad for going off on you. I mean, you didn’t know that her mother was murdered. But, You still crossed a line and you needed to know that. Now that Shuri is going to be your boss, she can’t have you mad. It'll ruin your performance, plus, she wants to say pet names to you and not have to worry about another screeching match. You came out of your bedroom and holy shit. Every time she saw you, you fell in love with your curves, hips, and even how your ass jiggled when you walked. She missed that. She missed your hug and your smile. She just missed you. 

“I’m ready,” you said 

She could tell you were tired, but she couldn’t let you go to sleep mad at her.

“We won’t be out long, I promise” 

“Yeah, yeah. Can we just go?”

_____________________________________

Y’all just came from the car and saw the restaurant. It was beautiful. The neon signs were your favorite. 

“Wow, Shuri, this place is amazing.”

“I know, when I saw it I thought of you. Also, is gumbo still your favorite?”

Omg…you haven’t had gumbo in so long. Since you've been on that keto diet, you have forgotten what gumbo tastes like.

“They have gumbo here?” Your face lights up.

She whispered into your ear, “Yes, uthando”

You eventually get seated and then order a big pack of those dinner rolls. All of the hard work you put in is now gone once you eat the first roll. Your eyes start rolling back and Shuri can’t help but laugh. 

“What have you been eating? Grass?” 

You can’t even hear her. All you can think about is having another roll. 

“Oh my, love slow down”

“These are so fucking good, oh my god!”

Shuri was having a field day, taking pictures, and laughing her ass off, she didn’t notice you had about 5-6 rolls. 

“Well shit y/n”

You looked at the plate so embarrassed. It just hit how much of that you're gonna have to cut back to even make on how many pounds you ate. 

“y/n it’s ok, you just got hungry. That’s all” 

“No, I lost control”

“Look, I know that you have problems with your eating, but please just enjoy it. Please? For me, love?” 

You just sighed “Ok, I will”

Shuri smiled “Good, now I already ordered ahead”

You looked at her confused “huh”

“What did you order…”

“You’ll just have to see love,” she said as she winked at you

Now you were intrigued. Shuri was not the person you once knew and it was scary. The “baby lesbian who doesn’t know shit” is gone. You didn’t know how to feel. A part of you loved it, and a part of you was sad that those simpler times were over. 

“Ooo, your song is on!” she said, swaying to the music in her chair.

Oh shit. It was Rain by SWV. You laughed. You forgot that she loved this song as much as you do.

She stood up and offered her hand.

“Would you like to dance?”

You were a little hesitant but then obliged.

She pulled you into her and started dancing. With her soothing hands on your waist and her warm scent, you let loose. And started doing something that you thought would never happen again: dance. 

“Look at youuu, dancin’, and shit”

You rolled your eyes and started singing some of the lyrics. 

“Raiiiinnn downnnn on meee, let your lovee just fall on meeeee”

At this point, both of you guys were singing and dancing. Everyone was looking at you. There was a karaoke place, but y'all didn’t use it. 

The song was at a close end. 

“Sometimes it's soft as a mistyy raiiinnnnnn” both you and Shuri sing.

You both busted out laughing, walking to go back to your seats. Sitting down, you couldn’t contain the new excitement you just found. When you looked down at the table you saw gumbo, jambalaya, curry chicken, coco bread, and much more. 

“Holy shit,” You said.

“Shuri…how tf am I gonna eat all of this food?”

“You won't, I invited some extra people last minute. I underestimated the quantity of the food so I called some people. They should be here any minute now.” 

“Oh”

You were a little disappointed that it wasn’t going to be just you and her. Wait no you didn’t, you just got your life together. You can’t ruin that.

Shuri peeped at the disappointment on your face.

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me alone”

So did I  you thought. 

“I-I’m not disappointed” 

“Ndicela ungandixokisi sthandwa”- do not lie to me, my love

Her kimoyo beads translated for you. 

“I am not lying, I promise”

She chuckled at your failed attempt at trying to act tough. It was trash, but funny. Instead of grilling you about it, she just changed the subject.

“So, I need to talk to you about a few things”

“I figured that”

Shuri put down her drink. “What you said about my mother was unacceptable. You will respect her. Understand?”

Your lower regions were getting wetter by second. You didn’t know where all of this dominance came from but your vagina was wetter than NIagra Falls. 

“Yes. I realize that now, even though I am right, I could've said it better. I don’t even like to say that word, I was just angry”

“I understand. And I apologize for ‘poking the bear’ as you Americans say. I shouldn’t have done that”

You put down your drink trying not to smile. You loved this new her. She grew so much over the years. 

“Also,I thought you would know more about Xhosa by now” Shuri said, changing the subject again. 

“I stopped learning after I got my first promotion, I just didn’t have any time”

“Shame, because you’ll need to learn it”

You looked at her blankly.

“..why?”

She puts down her drink. 

“Because your first task is to help me in Wakanda”

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Made For Me

“Twinnnn.” You sing while dancing around Shuri.

She rolls her eyes as you point your finger at her for the zillionth time today.

“Y/n…”

You bite your lower lip playfully as you dance on her.

“Where have you been? NOBODY LOVES ME LIKE YOU DO!”

“Sthandwa please sit down.”

“Aight fine… imma leave you alone.” You pout at her.

Seeing your saddened little puppy eyes, Shuri then immediately plants a kiss on your soft lips.

“You’re handful you know that?”

You grin proudly

“Oh I know… YOU WERE MADE FORRR ME!”

Shuri can't resist grinning and softly laughing when you begin to sing again.

“Why does my girl have to be so goofy?”

“Girl hush, you like it though.” You laugh and she calms down a little.

“Yeah I do…” She says this softly with low eyes. She then pulls you into her lap and moves her hands towards your thighs.

You raise your eyebrow at her boldness.

“What are you trying to get into Udaku?”

She smirks.

“These tight little shorts you’ve been dancing in front of me in.”

She rubs on your thighs and looks at you like you know exactly what she wants and needs, sending a signal throughout your body that’s telling you to jump out your clothes and fuck her right on this couch.

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fuck pardi’s over grown ass

fuck that biracial baboon drake

fuck that bald head jigga boo that’s in jail

fuck 1501 as a staff, record label, and as a motherfucking crew!!!

and fuck anyone that didn’t believe her!!

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self care day w ur gf

shuri.u x reader

warnings: no smut, but mentions of nudity, fluff, fluff, and more fluff!)

a/n: i just have a thing for shuri taking care of reader for some reason, she would definitely do this

border by: @meorasaki

you turned you wrist to rotate the shower faucet and letting the water drain out of the tub. your body dripped, skin and hair fresh from your wash. you decided to give yourself a self care day, you had already shaved and you decided it was also time for your hair to get washed, it was getting old and was starting to stink.

you rubbed your towel down your body as you dried yourself off.

“only one more thing left..” you sighed, eyeing your exfoliation products on your counter. all you needed to do was wash your face then you could finally relax.

you wrapped your hair in a towel as you walked over to your bath robe and tied it around your waist. and just as you turned on the warm water to finish up, there was a knock on your door.

“coming!” you turned the faucet off and walked up to your door. you looked through the peephole and saw your gorgeous girlfriend standing with her hands in her pockets, looking down at her feet.

“i know you’re at the door, sithandwa sam.” she looked up at the peephole. even though you knew she couldn’t see you, you ducked.

“state your name, sweetheart.” you teased, holding back a laugh.

shuri shook her head at your antics, “shuri udaku, may i come in, please?”

“you may!” you then opened the door up for her, letting her inside but not before she engulfed you in her arms, peppering kisses over your face and neck. your giggles were like music to her ears as she picked you up, closing the door behind her with her foot.

“i missed you..” she spoke softly in your ear, you almost got goosebumps. you pulled her head back to give her a peck on the lips. “i missed you too.”

she put you down, but kept her hand on your waist.

“so what’ve you been up to today, pretty girl?” fuck, you love it when she calls you that.

“nothing, just having a self care day. all i have left to do is exfoliate— oo! and put on my coco butter," you nearly forgot. "i should probably do that first then wash my face."

"could i do it?" the question knocked you back a little. it's not like shuri hasn't seen you naked but, you never thought she would ask that, though you both have been together for a while.

"you.. want to?" your voice barely came out in a whisper, shuri could see your embarrassment but she wanted to cater to you. just imagining the feeling of her soft hands rubbing on you made your stomach turn.

"please, usana?" she clasped her hands together, giving you that pout that she knows you can't resist.

"i mean.. only if you want to-" you barely finished your sentence before shuri picked you up and placed you on your bed and then went into your bathroom to fetch your coco butter and body powder. she came back and placed you toiletries on a nearby dresser before kneeling down to your level, your knees directly in front of her while your plush thighs clenched together, concealing your womanhood from her. you watched shuri as her fingers softly took the straps of your robe, looking up at you for permission one final time. once you gave her the okay, she slowly loosened it, letting your nude body come into view.

the cold air hit your skin as the fabric fell down your shoulders. you shivered slightly and the coolness of your skin contrasted with shuri's warm kisses.

“you’re so beautiful, usana..” you let your fingers run through her curls as she came up to give you a quick peck on the lips. when she pulled away she finally took the time to study your body and its features, from your perfect breasts to your plush stomach, to your thick thighs that she would bury herself in all day, if you let her. each stretch mark, every dimple, and those beautiful hip dips. she loved all of it, she loved all of you. but you soon turned embarrassed under her intense gaze.

“shuri, stop staring!” you turned your head away at and she gave a low chuckle before kissing your tummy.

“i apologize, umntwana wam, you look so ethereal. i just love to look at you..” she cheesed as you caressed her cheek lovingly.

“thank you, baby..”

shuri gently removed your hand from her face and kissed the back of it before she reached over to your dresser and pumped your coco butter into her palm. she rubbed her hands together and began at your calves, working her way up.

you watched her as she lathered you so intently, making sure she got every part of you. she handled you so gently, you were getting lost in the act.

shuri did always have this thing where she wanted to do everything for you, even if you were very much capable to do them yourself. she stayed giving you excuses to hold you, or if she didn't she would just do it without warning. she always looked at you as if you hung the moon itself, like you were her everything. and you were. she was so sweet, and caring, and you loved her dearly.

you stared at her soft lips as she attempted to engage in conversation with you, but you were so deep in thought that you didn't hear a word she said. you didn't even here hear her tell you when she was done.

"sthandwa sam?" you blinked and noticed that she was now staring at you with an amused look, her hand rested on your knees.

"huh?"

"i said i'm done, baby.." she giggled at your confusion, and you gave a bashful look before you requested, she hand you your bath robe. you took your girlfriend by the hand and led her to your bathroom. you then ran the warm water once more, and pulled out two face towels.

"you wanna do skincare with me?" you smiled and shuri watched as you mimicked her previous actions when you gave those same pleading puppy dog eyes, and clasped hands, and, of course, getting the same result.

"sure, my love.."

you had yourselves wash and cleanse your face before you put on the facemask on your skin, ignoring shuri's whines about how it stung.

after a long, exhausting day of taking care of your body, you were now finally able to relax, this time with your girlfriend. you both placed on your bed, with you placed in between her legs as you both finished up a show you had decided to start together.

and for the icing on the cake, you snapped a cute lil photo to post on your story, with a small caption, "selfcare day w bae!" in the bottom corner.

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nicki is the prime example of an older bitter woman. she need serious help fr. like to hear her on live stuttering and going on and on about megan and her deceased mother is sickening. she stooped low af fr. all over one line. megan ain’t even say that girls name and it got her yapping out her mouth like somebody grandma. and she’s only proving everyone’s point about her nasty ass husband. now if megan say sum bout her father or brother???? don’t go crying to kenneth or papa about how everyone’s against you cs you’re the queen of rap blah blah.

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the sweet, early morning things ☀️

prompt list by @novelbear

"good morning, love."

sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight

gently brushing hair out of their face

peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them

"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"

waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.

kisses, even while still half-asleep

"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."

accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.

"i'll go make us coffee." "sounds good."

"i made breakfast." "i love you."

caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way

"waking up next to you is my favorite thing."

sitting in a comfortable silence, arms wrapped around eachother, trying to wake up.

gently fixing their hair once they finally sit up

taking ten minutes to stop snuggling while laying down, then spend another ten cuddling whilst sitting up.

playfully shying away from them because of their "morning breath"

noticing the indented marks left on their face from the pillow or however they were laying

^ "did you sleep well?" "mhm.." [tracing the mark with their hand] "i can tell."