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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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A Look into Letitias Spam ll

- i really love making these lol

- enjoy and thank you so much for showing love on the first one. i really appreciate it

- part 1

tishspams

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tishspams on a date kinda nervous ( drinks kinda nasty )

therealyn you’re such a wimp , those drinks were so good

jojovandalkidd @/therealyn bracelets are fire ! link please

therealyn i made them boo, i’ll make you some and bring it to you when i see you

jojovandalkidd this why you’re my absolute favorite love you 4 life

tishspams

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tishspams CAUGHT 🤪

dominiquethorne get a room 😒

kosarali__ that’s what i’m saying

therealyn dom baby if you wanna kiss just say that

dominiquethorne i’m ready when you are

jojovandalkidd pic snapped by me 😤

tishspams

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tishspams happy birthday to the love of my life, my princess , my baby , my future wife , my kids future mother , my overall everything. you guys truly don’t understand how much this woman means to me, she was one of the main people who pulled me out of this dark hole after losing my brother. she checked up on me constantly , she made sure i ate , made sure i took care of myself. she made me the woman i am today and i’m forever grateful. i love you so damn much , and i cant wait to celebrate tonight with you sexy ! the big 2 6 baby. cheers to more years ! tish and y/n forever and always , locked in 4L 🔒❤️

therealyn mi amor 🥺 love you forever and always , got me crying rn. you know i got you always.

jojovandalkidd can’t wait to celebrate with the kid . happy birthday y/n

dominiquethorne the big 26 !! cant wait to see y’all tonight

michaeldapaah lil one growing up

shionat my baby growing up 😭

1dessdior my girl y/nnnnnn you got yourself a special one , happy birthday boo

haydmclean celebrating big tonight

tishspams

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tishspams y/n on this, just know my baby cool where she’s at

haydmclean not people out here trying to break y’all up

therealyn they should know better, i don’t play bout mine 😤

jojovandalkidd let em know

therealyn you already know what’s the vibes

tishspams and therealyn

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therealyn i’m about to get real sappy on this. it’s the big 30 for my big baby 🥺. y’all when i say this woman means everything to me i fucking mean it. she has stuck by my side through everything, supports me in every single way and i just love her for that. i honestly thank God for you everytime i wake up and everytime i go to sleep. I am so grateful for all the amazing times we spend together, the happiness you bring into my life. Keep doing big things my love, keeping inspiring not only me , not only yourself but all the black girls and boys out there. I love you forever and always mi amor. LETS LIVE IT UP IN GREECE BABYYYYYYYYYYYY

tishspams love you 5 ever baby

therealyn 😘😘

jojovandalkidd Greece ain’t ready for us

therealyn NOT at all

daishamonee DIRTY 30!

tishspams

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tishspams why she caught me slipping in her bonnet 😒

dominiquethorne bonnet for ???

jojovandalkidd right ?

winstonduke them little 3 milimeters of hair don’t need a bonnet

therealyn not too much on my baby. she got inches don’t play 😒

tishspams

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tishspams she wanna be me so bad

therealyn AND DO !

daishamonee i mean who wouldn’t

jojovandalkidd exactly! bro acting like the whole internet isn’t in love with her , she got a fly ass gf and living her best life ? come on now !

kosarali__ let it be known

winstonduke how you let your gf outshine you in your own fit ??

therealyn you’re so real ! she’s never getting this suit back.

tishspams

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tishspams she thought the view was pretty…. but i thought she was prettier 🤭

daishamonee did google help you with this caption ?

tishspams sure did

dominiquethorne y’all so damn cheesy

haydmclean when y’all getting married ?? i’m ready for wedding season ?

tishspams soon come !

tishspams

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tishspams y/n on this ! bae sleep rn but look what i found lollll ( shes gonna jump me when she sees this )

winstonduke good luck to you when she wakes up

jojovandalkidd nah the auntie hairstyle is crazy

haydmclean this shit has me so weak i’m keeping this

dominiquethorne my new favorite picture

kosarali__ you’re definitely getting cussed out lol

therealyn y’all this picture has legit tears coming out my eyes

jojovandalkidd i’m gonna need you to text me in the morning to make sure you’re alive

haydmclean me too lmao good luck y/n

tishspams

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tishspams kept this a secret for a while , so i could bask up my excitement in private with my FIANCÉ 🤭 you guys SHE PROPOSED ! IM A WHOLE FIANCÉ ! A WIFE TO BE !

daishamonee WHAT ?

haydmclean shout out to @/therealyn for choosing me to help pick the ring. happy for you bro

dominiquethorne BIG CONGRATS !!

ayoedebiri WOAH ! happy for you letitia

ramlaali BRING ON THE WEDDING SEASON

officialsheiks been waiting for this moment

prada this a big one 🔥

s11mone so happy for you sis

littlesimz NO WAY !

shionat you deserve this so much

michaeldapaah BIG TINGZ

thewrightnikki I KNOW THATS RIGHT

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was supposed to post this for her birthday

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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us with tish 😩😭

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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Celebrating Juneteenth with Girlfriend Letitia

She has never celebrated before, but is so excited when you include her in your plans this year

She's always enjoyed social media posts of her favorite American celebrities and friends and wished she could be there too

You take her to the local Juneteenth festival in your city and she goes straight for the food stalls

She hops from line to line trying out various dishes like smoked turkey legs, ribs, and red velvet cake

You guys arrive to the stage early for the live band performance

They open with the black national anthem, which Letitia hasn't heard before, but feels really moved by

The band covers the greatest Motown hits and the two of you laugh, dance, and sing along until your legs and voices tire

You go to support your friends who have vendor tables and live arts performances

The two of you end up buying matching shirts and wearing them for the rest of the day

You have to fight like hell to get her to come home as the festival winds down

She's still dancing and singing when you arrive home

"Wait, there's like two more days right? So, what do we have planned for tomorrow?"

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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letitia is the type of girlfriend…headcanons

ー letitia wright x black!reader

ー no smut of course, no sexual content whatsoever, all fluff, a little drama, tish being protective, tish being in love

summary : what it’d be like to date letitia wright. headcanons + small plot

even though the media tries to portray her as a player, tish is definitely a lovergirl at heart.

ー☆ this is very interactive! i’ve included links, photos, and a video! click and watch as you read along. the links are optional but i think it adds to the reading experience. it’s more entertaining cus it’s actual proof of tish doing these things lol.

ー☆ note : i still have that twin fic in a ziplock bag. (truth be told im writing another fic that’s got a real bad hold on me and might come out first) i just wanted to give y’all something while you wait! i had so much fun writing this. don’t take this too seriously or let it determine my true writing abilities. i haven’t given y’all anything to go off of, but trust that i am at least a decent writer and that these hcs are just for fun!

also im sorry for any typos or mistakes i didn’t catch. i hope you enjoy <33

tags : @venusdraco @naomis-daydream @marsolgy @shurislover @inmyheadimobsessed @dominiquesheart @stvrrversee ☆ just tagging some of my mutuals until i create a taglist!

• her love languages are gift giving, words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time.

• she bought the two of you matching bracelets. she has a habit of playing with hers during interviews and she sometimes kisses it when you’re not with her.

• she buys you flowers of your favorite color so it feels more personal.

• always reassuring and reminding you how much she loves you.

“i prayed for you”

“i love you so much”

“you mean the world to me”

• you’re her personal travel buddy. whether it’s for work or leisure, she takes you everywhere she goes.

• she takes you to court side basketball games.

• you’re always her plus one at events. especially award shows. you reassure her when she loses, and you’re the first one she hugs when she wins.

• loves when you visit her on set.

• loves going to concerts with you.

• she loves taking you to her home country, guyana. and where she grew up in london.

• she thinks it’s cute when you mock her british accent. she does the same with your american one.

• she calls you baby and babygirl.

• she loves it when you call her by her middle name.

• loves to dance with you at parties and she especially loves it when you dance on her.

• she never tells you about the movies or the shows she’s filming. no matter how much you want her to.

“the suspense is killing me.”

“well if i spoil it for you, you’ll kill me. so stop asking.” she said, laughing. “you’ll have to wait just like everybody else.”

“but im not like everybody else.”

“that you are not.” she grabbed your chin and pecked your lips.

“pleaseeee just give me a little something. nothing too important.”

“you’re the one who made me promise not to tell you anything, even if you beg.”

“i know but-”

she walked away from you, shaking her head.

“your words not mine.” she yelled over her shoulder.

“michelleeee.” you whined, chasing after her.

• she’s such a cliche when it comes to romance. she likes taking long walks on the beach, especially when the sun is setting. she likes candlelit dinners. she makes you breakfast in bed. you feel like you’re living in a rom com.

• you’re not use to the huge crowds and people following your every move. she knows that this makes you anxious and does everything in her power to make sure that you feel as comfortable as possible with this new life she’s brought you into.

• if you want to leave an event or a party, she escorts you herself if she can. if not, she has her driver bring you home or back to the hotel.

“i don’t wanna leave you though.”

“it’s okay, im fine. seriously if you’re not feeling it, i can bring you home. i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable for my benefit.”

• most of the time she ends staying with you. you two undress, shower, throw on your pajamas and fall asleep watching a movie. she’d much rather lie in bed with you, than mingle at a party you’re not attending.

social media

•she’s your designated photographer. she takes most, if not all of your photos for social media. and she makes sure to get her pic creds in the comments.

• she’s you’re loudest supporter. her fandom has nicknamed her instagram “y/n’s fan account” she posts you more than she does herself. especially on her story. with captions like :

“😩😩😩”

“wow”

“😍😍😍”

“all mine” with the song playing in the background

“she’s insaneee”

“mannn😮‍💨”

• she even has a highlight for you, titled “LOVE ❤️”

• always posts your accomplishments. “so proud of this one 🥹”

• you’re slowly gaining fame/attention from being her girlfriend. some of her fans have started making edits of you, and you two together. you sometimes catch her binge watching them on tiktok. her search bar is full of :

- y/n and letitia

- y/n edits

- y/n y/l/n

- letitia wrights’s girlfriend

she’s hopeless.

• but unfortunately, not all of her fans are okay with your relationship. after you two launched as a couple, you received a ton of hate. it went as far as receiving death threats from jealous fans. she quickly took the situation to social media.

and of course the shaderoom got a hold of it.

theshaderoom : #LetitiaWright defends girlfriend #Y/N from internet trolls who have been sending her “hateful messages and death threats” 🫢

user : it sounded like she’s threatening us 😭💀

user : she said she’ll whoop y’all ass behind her girlfriend in the nicest way possible lmaooo

user : it’s the “im telling you” for me 😮‍💨

user : why can’t y’all just let this woman be happy and leave her gf tf alone 🤦🏾‍♀️

user : not her threatening y’all 🫣

user : oh she don’t play bout ha 🗣️🗣️🗣️

• she went as far as offering you your own personal bodyguard. in which you declined. you felt like it was unnecessary. though you appreciated the offer and how much she cares.

after her post, the hate started to die down. some of the trolls even apologized to you for the things they’ve said. but you ended up blocking them anyway because why send hate in the first place?

interviews

• she always finds a way to bring you into the topic of conversation.

interviewer : filming this movie must’ve took a lot out of you. the hours. the training. the stunts. and i mean the storyline itself is darker than what we normally see you do. what made you take on this role?

letitia : ooo. wow, that is a great question. uhmm. i mean…yea this role was something i never would’ve imagined myself playing. like when i was offered to be apart of this film, my immediate response was “no, absolutely not.” but my girlfriend, y/n, she reminded me that i needed to stop playing it safe. i tend to stay in my comfort zone because i know that it works best for me and it’s what im used to. but me and her talked about this year being the year of trying new things. so if it wasn’t for her, i mean…i probably wouldn’t have accepted the role and uh i would’ve missed out on being apart of this amazing film. so it’s all thanks to her. she’s my number one supporter.

interviewer : wow. that’s beautiful. i’m happy that you found someone who pushes you to be your best self.

interviewer : recently you’ve been rocking some new looks, that i myself am a huge fan of. where are you getting your style inspiration?

letitia : oof i was afraid someone was going to ask me this question.

interviewer : what, why? you’re not ready to give up your source?

letitia : yea i just wanna gatekeep her a little longer—nah im joking uhm, i just don’t have time to hear her mouth ya know? her head is big enough as it is and if tell the world that she’s behind these fits, my god, i’d never hear the end of it.

interviewer : oou is it a snooty designer or—or a bougie stylist of some sort?

letitia : oh she’s definitely a bougie stylist. uhm it’s y/n, my girlfriend.

interviewer : oh reallyyy?

letitia : yeaa, i don’t know what it is. it’s just something about about her closet man. i just find myself going through her things and taking pieces here and there. and she thinks it’s cute cause apparently im *air quotes* “jocking her style”

interviewer : that’s hilarious. so she doesn’t mind you wearing her clothes?

letitia : no not at all. she actually dressed me today. oou im just feeding her ego aren’t i? but yea she has, in my opinion, the best fashion sense. but of course, im biased so—uhm yea i just love her style and i love her.

interviewer : i heard you mention that you and your girlfriend made some vision boards to ring in the new year.

letitia : yea we did.

interviewer : what is the number one goal on that list?

interviewer : ooouu look at you over there blushing. wow, that’s so exciting. is this something that you two have talked about?

letitia : yea we’ve uhm, we’ve been talking about our future and building a life together. ya know, marriage, kids—the whole thing. i think we’re both ready to start heading in that direction. it’s one of my top priorities right now.

interviewer : wow that’s amazing. i am so happy for you two. is it safe to say that the next time you come on the show, you might be engaged?

letitia : that’s crazy to even think about. but uhm yea, yea that’s the plan.

interviewer : and who knows, maybe you’ll even have a little one on the way. a mini letitia running around. you ready for that?

letitia : ooh absolutely. the real question is, is y/n ready? cus i was a little troublemaker when i was younger. so he or she will definitely be a handful. i just know it. we’ll need her mini me to balance out the crazy for sure.

she said laughing.

interviewer : just for balance?

letitia : for balance, exactly.

interview : it sounded like you were trying to sneak in the fact that you want two children.

letitia : aww man you caught onto that? uhm…yea i definitely want two children. preferably a boy and girl. ya know, best of both worlds.

interviewer : well i hope that happens for you, truly.

letitia : thank you. i really appreciate that.

interviewer : of course. and thank you for being so open, you’re hands down one of my favorite guests. next time you stop by, i hope your lovely girlfriend can join us. i’m very excited for you two and i hope that everything works out.

letitia : aww, seriously thank you so much. i’ll definitely try and bring her on for sure. it was nice to come on here and share my goals. i like to think of it as speaking them into existence. im so excited for this next chapter. im ready to be a wife. im ready to be a mom. im just uhm…grateful, is the best way to describe it. i used to pray for love like this. i asked god to send me my soulmate and that’s exactly what he did. i couldn’t be happier. so to be able to even have these types of conversations, is a dream come true. thank you for having me.

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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When she calls girls baby/baby girl>>>🫠🫠🫠

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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A Look into Letitia’s Spam

- i honestly think Letitias spam would consist of things revolving around you honestly. i wanted to add more but i couldnt. let me know if i should do a part 2 or do a “ a look into y/n spam “

- in here tish spam is public but she still has her comments limited !! and also not everyone knows it exists. but i hope you enjoy

tishspams

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tishspams surprised her after being gone for nearly a month

therealyn better not leave me for that long again

tishspams i promise i won’t

issarae here they go y’all 😒

tishspams you love us

dominiquethorne i’m surprised you lasted that long without y/n

tishspams you and me both

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tishspams

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tishspams posting just because

kosarali__ you only posted cause y/n told you

therealyn exactly ! idk why she out here playing lol

tishspams not you both trying to gang up on me

therealyn don’t let her fool y’all, i told her to post this

tishspams 😒😒 bye

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tishspams

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tishspams for her ears only

jojovandalkidd i bet she in her ear whispering a wack ass pick up line

officialsheiks nah it’s definitely something about grillz

therealyn y’all are so off it’s funny 😭

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tishspams

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tishspams y/n on here ! don’t my wifey look good? anyways on a date kinda nervous ☺️

shionat simp at its finest

therealyn atleast you know

winstoncduke when y’all gonna start posting the cringy pictures that’s what i’m here for

therealyn i’ll dedicate the next one to you

tishspams

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tishspams and she say she not clingy ???

therealyn y’all i was hacked

issarae get a room 😒

winstoncduke this why i like y/n she bold !

jojovandalkidd now where you get this meme 😂😂

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tishspams

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tishspams she spoils me 🥺

therealyn you deserve princess treatment everyday baby i love you

ryandestiny i second this

danaigurira i’m so happy you found y/n she truly loves you

therealyn i love you mama

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tishspams

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tishspams RING THIEF !!

jojovandalkidd so this where my yellow ring went ?

tishspams so she steals yours too ?

therealyn ILL DO IT AGAIN

winstoncduke ain’t that your shirt too ??

therealyn so you snitching on me ? you supposed to be my best friend ? YOURE BLOCKED !

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tishspams

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tishspams i told her i got my new grillz

therealyn it’s been 3 days and i have yet to see them

tishspams baby you’ll see them when everyone else does 😭

therealyn don’t hit my line until i get a picture of them or see them in person 😒

tishspams SHE BLOCKED ME ! let me go show her my grillz

jojovandalkidd that’s what you get

tishspams 😒😒😒

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i just might do a part 2 lmao this is fun

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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DATING LETITIA WRIGHT PRT 2!!🤎

Since yall loved the first one ive decided to make a second one.

(this one is a little shorter tho)

Letitia grew up in the UK,meaning she didnt have much knowledge to how things work in the US,cultural,lifestyle,and just a new atmosphere wise.

She's always so in awe by everything about you.

Whys your hair so damn long? Is it so i can pull it."" She said as she combed through the long locks of silky hair.(That 40 inch,yall know it.)

"No it's not so you can pull it,pull my shit its gone be me an you."

She smirked "Or it could just be me in you." she said as she gathered your hair together playfully bending you over the bathroom sink.

"Nasty Ass"

"Where's the rest of your shirt baby" she said as she attempted to pull the cropped tee down lower.

"And yall these are the Good4thebody Blue jeans from shein they're so comfy and they really shape the body" you walked into the camera attempting to give a quick 360 but letita walked in front of you.

"Yall good. Yall dont gotta see all that" she said

"Girl get out my video."

Meeting Your Family

“Y/N who's your friend?“

"Your daughter is just a handful."

Your family chuckled as every one sat at the dinner table,taking in laughs,making jokes,and the atmosphere just felt so right.

Many different Dishes sat on the tables,Greens,Yams,Cornbread,Beans,Chicken,Etc.

"Shes been like that since she was younger"your mom said as she let of a big and vibrant smile.

"Y/N come help mama with the dishes" your mama spoke.

"I like her.."she said making you smile.

"I do to mommy."

"Is she good to you,she seems sweet and full of love"

"Shes amazing,i wouldn't ask for anyone else."

"Well you know what im finna say.."

"Mama..you do know she's a girl-“

“girl yesss“ your mama said laughing.

“I meant like are y'all planning on adoption or something..“

“hmm maybe we haven't really talked about children yet mama.“

"Well you know i want some grandbabies"

You walked and stopped in the door way of the living room. Letita sat talking to your aunts.

"Y/N girl you done got thick on us." Your aunt said as you walked past.

"You been eating good"

"I have."

"She has." Letita looked at you with a smirk.

Yall do fun things like Tik Toks,Vlogs,Pranks And ETC.

“girl no that's wrong way!“ you said as you attempted to teach your girlfriend a new trending dance.

“I be seeing them edits y'all be making about me.“ lettita said as she laid stretched out on the bed beside you,she had her hood on and low eyes. She smiled cocky at her camera making you mug her.

“yeah and y'all better just keep wishing the fuck.“ you said making her chuckle.

“yeah y'all know y/n crazy as he'll. .“

“whatever.“ you said mugging her. She was feeling herself a lil too much.

“come onnn“ you said attempting to pull your girlfriend to the backseat of the car.

She licked her lips and looked at you speaking in a raspy voice “if I come back their,you not gone be able to walk for a month. Now get your narrow ass back up here and put on this seat belt y/n.“

She was always so sweet to you no matter what.making sute you ate and making sure you got ate...

“ma you hungry?“

“ma you want some taco bell?“

“ma whatchu want from the store?“

“I bought you breakfast in bed mamass“

“you want some head?“

She always took you on set whenever she filmed. Making sure you got everything you wanted while their and where was comfortable as you could be.

“you ok ma? You need anything.“ she said as she rubbed your thigh lightly.

You smiled shaking your head and taking a sip of your water sitting back in your chair.

She treated you like the queen you where and would t let up for nun. She constantly reminded you that you where the baddest no matter what.

“ma you dont need no plastic surgery.“

“but..“

“but nothing.“ she said using her hand to raise your chin.

“you beautiful as fuck.“

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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🔪shuri,(scotty sneak) riri, & reader horror masterlist🩸

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@killmongerskeepermain

what's your favorite scary movie? (ghost face!shuriri x fem!reader)

2. ghost face!shuriri headcanons

3. hide and seek

@oceean

say cheese! (ghostface!readerxshuriri)

mean!vampire!readerxshuri

like father like daughter (voodoo!shuri x reader)

@cashcart1er

surprise y/n pt.1 (ghost face!shuriri)

surprise y/n pt.2 (ghost face!shuriri)

@desswright29

haunted by you (shuri x reader)

@imnotb

the haunted mansion pt.1 (ghost!shuri x reader)

the haunted mansion pt. 2 (ghost!shuri x ghost!reader x ghost!human!riri)

quite the gesture pt.1 (jealous!killer! shuri x reader)

quite the gesture pt. 2 (killer!shuri x reader)

like father like daughter (voodoo!shuri x reader)

@kissvamps

pomegranate seeds new territory (vampire!shuri)

pomegranate seeds ch. 2 organic (vampire!shuri)

pomegranate seeds ch. 3 spring (vampire!shuri)

pomegranate seeds ch. 4 encore (vampire!shuri)

vampire!riri headcanons

vampire!scotty headcanons (why not?)

@nzia-writes

senile souls - sip souls (vampire!shuri)

@generallysapphic

a change in nature (vampire!shuri)

feel free to tag me in any that i may have missed, i'll add them as they come out.

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

JC’s Masterlist.

AN: This AN used to say something SOOO different LMAO but I wanted to update it. I’ve only got Shuri x Reader stuff tagged on this masterlist. If you’re looking for Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens or M’baku fics, search their name x reader in my works and they should come up. But tbh most of those are from YEARS ago and I really don’t like their quality anymore, hence them no longer being listed. I don’t really have any rules, I’m a student so pestering me about updates really isn’t gonna result in that update coming any sooner. My requests are always open, but I don’t always do them and they’re mainly just there for inspo. With all that being said, hope you enjoy my dear <3 Updated: 05/03/23

Currently: On a semi permanent hiatus <3

My lover Shuri:

Back to Black:

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Love for Duty’s Sake:

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

Anything but Love:

Part 1. Part 2.

A Betting Woman Timeline/Series (?):

Part 1. Part 2.

The Secret Princess Timeline/Series (?):

Part 1.

T-Shirt Timeline:

Part 1. Part 2.

From My Headphones (One Shot Pack):

Part 1. Part 2.

The Only Logical Thing to Do:

Part 1.

The Garden:

Part 1.

Club Red:

x. (One Shot)

Everything You Come With:

x. (One Shot)

Migraines:

x. (One Shot)

One Last Time:

x. (One Shot)

Out of the Darkness:

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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Yeah 😫

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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Finally ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“Remember that promise I made you?”

Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement.

“I’m ready to act on it.”

Warnings: Angst, happy ending, fluff, explicit language, mention of death, character death (yours)

Word Count: 2.9k+

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A/N: this was requested forever ago and I finally got to it lol

Nothingness. It was a beautifully twisted paradox. Chaotic and serene. You could feel your chest retract each time Shuri pushed down on it. Her lips each time they touched yours. Never would you have imagined this would be your first kiss.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Shuri was no psychic, though her thoughts mirrored yours.

Your first kiss. Except it shouldn’t be on the floor of the Royal Talon Fighter. She shouldn’t be screaming. You shouldn’t be bleeding; unconscious. She shouldn’t be performing CPR through each kiss. Your heart should be beating.

It wasn’t. It hadn’t been for a minute now. A full minute. 60 fucking seconds. Shuri was counting them in her head and the higher the number got, the harder she pumped. The beads that lay on your chest glowed red through each shock they administered to your nervous system.

Okoye sat back, heart-shattering because yours wouldn’t start. Ayo piloted, shaken from the sudden change in the day’s events. Shuri hadn’t even retracted her panther mask before she began her life-saving attempts.

Her tears were streaming, gasps raging. “Come on, y/n.”

Aneka couldn’t move from her spot on the floor, covered in blood that had begun to dry. She didn’t know how much of it was yours. Too much was all she could determine.

Shuri was livid. How could you? How fucking dare you? You were trained, you were experienced. In terms of skill, wit, fucking stealth, you were better than even Okoye herself.

You weren’t even supposed to be on this mission. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. A simple trip to the States, there and back. Steal the vibranium that they extracted from the Wakandan artifacts in their museums, and get back, undetected. Okoye and a handful of Dora could handle it. Hell, Shuri didn’t even need to be there.

You were supposed to be retired. Or on the path to retiring. “One last ‘hoo-rah’”. That’s what you promised. One more mission and then you were done. You’d settle down and stay in Wakanda, maybe even find love.

“Absolutely not. Y/n, it’s not even a real mission. I don’t need to send Okoye, let alone you.” Shuri wasn’t having it. You were going to go over there and never return; she was sure of it. The States was home for you. This was your ticket back.

Except it wasn’t. You’d left home long ago and you always reminded Shuri that you left for a reason. Your parents always crushed you under a mountain of pressure. The military did the same, expecting things from you that you were unable to continue to deliver. But they trained you until you were training yourself. The U.S. government never expected to build a super soldier, minus the serum. They used you, ran you dry, wringing out every last drop.

“Bring us the college student. The one who built the Vibranium detector.” That was your last mission. Collecting a kid not much older than yourself. You were expected to do what an entire task force couldn’t.

“Dead or alive?”

“You choose.”

You would’ve done it. You had done it, so many times before, without batting an eye.

So why the hell did this college kid have another effect on you? Why couldn’t you bring yourself to snatch her the same way you had with prime ministers and dictators?

Why did her smile flood your stomach with butterflies? Why did her presence fill you with joy? Why did you find yourself enjoying portraying a college student? With her?

And why, oh why, did you not come to your senses when the Wakandans came for her?

Instead, you planted your feet in front of her, fighting stance ready, when Okoye emerged from the bathroom, spear drawn.

That’s when you realized.

The alliance you once had with your country had dissipated.

So no one was surprised when you stayed in Wakanda after playing a big part in defeating the Talokan. No, you didn’t have a suit made of iron or an ensemble decked out in Vibranium, but, with armor crafted by the Princess Queen herself, your fight and drive made many Wakandans proud.

No one was surprised when you and the Iron Heart and the Black Panther grew close. It felt like feelings had developed all around. You knew how you felt about Riri; it was the same way you’d felt since the beginning. And you were sure, so sure, that they felt the same about you.

You, however, were surprised when the two of them became official… Without you.

“Griot, page me into the lab. Ayo! Faster!”

Her biceps burned and underneath the mask, sweat and tears mixed. The exhaustion in her muscles goes ignored. She had to get you back.

“At once, Your Majesty.”

“Clear the lab! Riri, you in there?”

Ri is shocked to hear Shuri’s voice ringing out in the big space. The tools that were in her hands are discarded on the table instead. The young royal failed miserably at hiding her panic and it consumed Riri like a virus. “Y’all heard her! Get out! Y-yeah, ma. I’m here. What’s up?”

Shuri’s voice strained each time she pumped your sternum. “I need my space set up. I don’t know the extent of the injuries yet, but she took a hard blow to the chest. Deep laceration to the upper left bicep. Deep enough to see bone; it’ll need stitches for sure. Unconscious and unresponsive. Been performing CPR for-” She breaks away to retrace the seconds in her head. How long had it been? “-three minutes now. Mouth-to-mouth in between sets. Griot, how long before we arrive?”

“About 30 seconds, Your Majesty.”

“Too long, that’s too long,” Shuri muttered under her breath through gritted teeth.

Riri jumped into action, grabbing tools from here and there, mimicking the setup a surgeon would have. “Wh-who got hurt? Shuri?”

The Queen almost can’t bring herself to say your name. You used to introduce yourself so proudly. You should be the one saying it now; what if she never heard you say it again?

“Y/n,” it came out stuttered and whispered. She half hoped that you’d hear her call you and wake up.

“Y/n? Our y/n?” Riri found herself frozen. It couldn’t be. Must’ve been a different y/n. Her y/n, their y/n, wasn’t careless enough to get hurt. She’d be on her toes and come back in here cocky with a big head and tales to tell. So for you to not even be breathing…

The Royal Fighter landed and Shuri emerged, your body laying in her arms bridal style. She’d dreamt of carrying you this way, but not like this.

She could barely lay you on the table before Riri was by your side. “Our y/n?”

“She isn’t ours, Riri.”

Tears swam in the smaller girl’s gaze. “She might as fucking well be, Shuri! Wh-what the hell happened? Why is she hurt, why isn’t she-” Sobs broke off the end of her sentence.

Okoye’s gaze was on the ground as she approached. Aneka and Ayo followed closely behind and when Riri caught sight of Aneka’s blood-stained attire, she lost her mind a little more. “Aneka! Are you okay?”

Aneka’s head hung. How was she to tell Riri that this wasn’t her blood?

She didn’t have to. Riri looked at Aneka avoiding her eyes and slowly turned back to you. “No,” her beautiful face formed such a frown. Her eyebrows were set deep, her tears streaming now. “No, no,” her steps staggered as she walked back to you.

You could hear them all. You felt every touch, every grab, every sting. You wanted to grab Riri, hold and console her. You screamed at your limbs to move, but they wouldn’t. You wanted to kiss Shuri, a real kiss. You wanted to plant kisses all across her marble-etched face.

Riri was hysterical and Shuri was growing close. The kimoyo bracelet on your chest administered one more shock. They glowed a deep red and Riri screamed. “Griot, what are her vitals?”

The AI stayed silent.

“Get her out,” Shuri instructed, turning her back to a weeping Riri and reaching for the tools beside her.

“Shuri, no! No! I’m staying.”

A shaky deep breath filled Shuri’s lungs as she turned to grab Riri’s face. “I need you to go.”

“That’s our girl, Shuri! I’m not going anywhere.”

“She isn’t ours, Riri!” Shuri’s voice finally broke. “Sh-she’s not ours-”

“But we want her to be! We waited, we hesitated, Shuri, and now we might not get the chance-”

In the background, the beads on your bare chest shocked you again. Everyone turned, expecting the red glow to return. Instead, it was a faint green.

“Y/n’s heart rate is 6 bpm. Oxygen levels are 67%. Her blood pressure is 64/40,” Griot finally rings out at your signs of life.

You’re begging your eyes to open. Every ache you couldn’t feel before makes itself known now. You’re able to groan in pain, but nothing more.

Shuri and Riri freeze. “Did she just-” Riri gets ready to step to you, unsure if the noise you just made was true or in her head.

Shuri pulls Riri close, unable to pull her eyes away from you. “Ri, please. I need you to go.”

If Riri were to see the intensity of the wound on your arm, Shuri was sure she’d be inconsolable.

“Shuri, I’m not-”

“Please,” Shuri grabs Riri’s face harder, forcing their gazes together. “I’m going to save her. I promise you. Then we’ll make her ours, okay? But I need you to go. I don’t want you to see her like this, sthandwa sam.”

Hesitation wraps Riri in a too-tight hug, but she trusts Shuri. “Okay,” she whispers. “Okay.” She heads toward the exit, mind still racing. Shuri uses her eyes to dismiss Okoye and the couple before turning back to you with a deep breath.

“Alright, y/n. Come back to me, my love.”

You take your sweet time finally coming to. Riri’s tears lull her to sleep and Shuri stands on the balcony of the throne room, thoughts consuming her. She did everything she could and still, it didn’t feel like enough.

She jumps at the feel of a light touch on her lower back. She turns around, expecting Riri, but is met with your eyes instead. So many emotions overtake her. “Y/n!” She wants to hug you hard, euphoria swimming through her. You’re up, standing, walking, giving her a sheepish grin.

She wants to hit you because you’re standing and walking. Because you inserted yourself in a dangerous situation and got careless.

“Why are you up? Let’s get back to the lab, sthandwa. You should be laying down!”

A deep chuckle rings from you and Shuri blushes a deep, dark red at the sound. “Shuri, I’m fine. I had the best doctor in the country.”

Her smile mirrors yours. “Where’s Ri?” You continue, leaning on the balcony, soaking in the Wakandan sunset.

“She’s asleep. She’ll be very excited to see you conscious, though you should probably sit down before she makes you.”

Mm, you hum with a small laugh. Shuri steps closer to you, her arm brushing against your uninjured one. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Got a lot of thoughts swimming around in this big ass head of mine.”

“Clearly not enough. What the hell, y/n?”

Your head hung and Shuri’s question goes unanswered, though you were sure it was rhetorical anyway.

She grabs your hand and forces you to look at her. “You died, y/n.”

“I know.”

“You stopped breathing.”

“I know.”

“You had me terrified; had Riri hysterical.”

“I know, Shuri.”

“I had to pump your heart back to life and I thought it wasn’t working-”

“I know, Shuri. I know. I’m done, okay? I’m giving it up.”

“That’s what you said before you wanted to joyride along on this mission.”

“I mean it this time,” You couldn’t ignore the tears in her eyes. “I’ve come close to death before, Shuri. But I’ve never died. I’m done with the game.”

“You’re retiring?” Shuri looked hopeful. She could keep you safe if you stopped running around like a damn vigilante.

“I’m retiring.”

You were so fucking bored. How many times were you going to trek around the lab and through the palace before it became routine?

“Ri, can we go to the market today?”

Riri sat beside you in the big bed, playing with your hands absentmindedly. “Nah, ma. You need to heal before you start trying to walk that far in that heat.”

The sound your lips made when they sucked your teeth was audible. “Imma go ask Shuri then.”

“She gonna tell you the same thing I just did,” she responded. She stood to follow you, though. She’d become your shadow, tracing every step you took.

“We’ll see.”

“Y/n and Princess Riri are entering the lab,” Griot announced upon your arrival.

“Why don’t I get to be Princess too?”

Riri laughs at your question and Shuri’s voice rings out. “Hi, sthandwas,” she greets Riri with a kiss on her cheek. Her lips meet your forehead and your cheeks warm up at an action that you should be used to by now.

“Would you like to join us in the market, My Queen?” Your voice is sickly sweet and Shuri isn’t stupid. The use of her royal title just oozes with your want.

“Did Riri tell you that you couldn’t go?” Shuri chuckles, pulling her eyes away from you and placing them back on her work.

“She might’ve-” Riri’s brows raise at your half-truth.

“We can go. Go get dressed, sthandwa.”

You almost jump with excitement but the pain in your shoulder reminds you not to. While you rush back to the guest room you’d taken up, Riri turns to Shuri in disbelief.

“Shuri, what the hell?”

She pulls Riri to her, wrapping her arms around the girl’s legs and resting her head on her stomach before looking up.

“Remember that promise I made you?”

Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement.

“I’m ready to act on it.”

The market isn’t nearly as crowded as it usually is. Riri’s hand intertwines with yours, swinging with your steps while Shuri stands to your opposite side, careful not to graze your still-healing arm. Several steps behind, Ayo and Aneka act as guards whilst enjoying their own stroll.

The walk is quiet and your steps are slow. Every table you come across, you head to with wide, excited eyes. Every trinket brushes your fingertips as you take in the Wakandan day that you’ve grown to enjoy so much.

“Y/n,” Shuri calls out to you, drawing your attention away from the merchant you’d struck up in conversation.

You turn and her hand is reached out to you. “Tell me something, sthandwa.” Riri’s still got your other hand tight in her grasp as Shuri takes hold of the other one. “What’s up, Shuri?”

“While you were unconscious, how much were you aware of?”

“What do you mean?”

Shuri takes a deep breath. It’s as if going back to that day is harder for her than it is for you. “What did you feel? What’d you hear?”

“I could feel you doing those chest compressions. I heard you screaming; I think I heard everyone screaming.”

Shuri nods and Riri squeezes your hand tighter. “What else?” Shuri already knew. If you’d heard that much, you’d heard the rest.

“I felt you gave me mouth-to-mouth. I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t. I just felt everything hurting bad.”

Mhm, Shuri hums. Her hand releases yours and grazes your cheek. “Mouth-to-mouth isn’t a true kiss, y/n. I’d like to give you a real kiss if that’s okay.”

Your breathing gets stuck in your chest. Riri laughs at your mouth gaping, like a fish out of water. “You gonna answer, y/n, baby?”

Your nod is enough of a yes for the Queen and she closes the gap between you two with a tender kiss to your lips that doesn’t last nearly as long as you want.

“You died y/n,” she whispers when she pulls away. “You died and I lost you. And I never want to lose you again. Or almost lose you, or anything in between.”

“Ri kept calling you ours that day and I kept denying her. I didn’t think you were. I was too afraid to put myself out there or put my feelings into the open.”

She has you hypnotized, unable to pull away from her gaze, from her words. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I don’t want to keep correcting Ri. In fact, I’d like for her to be right. I’d like for you to be ours.”

Words have escaped you. Shuri awaits your answer, resting her forehead against yours. Her perfectly sculpted brow arches into a question mark. “Well?”

Again, a nod is the only thing that you can give in response. A big, stupid grin spreads across Shuri’s face and she pulls you in for another kiss, a longer kiss.

Riri is giddy, bouncing next to you, squeezing the feeling out of your hand. “Finally,” her laughter is music to your ears. “My turn,” she pulls your face free from Shuri’s lips and replaces them with her own.

“Fucking finally,” you whisper as you melt into her touch.

Fucking finally.

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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i’m so down bad for letitia wright , dominique thorne and megan the stallion. like ** **** * ***** *** **** **’* ***. ** *** **** ** ******** **** **** ** **. **** ** ** *** !

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 year ago

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Vanish pt. 2

ShuRiri x Wakandan! fem! reader

“Aneka, you will lead this mission.

General,” the word comes off her tongue like a tease, knowing she’s driving a spear through Okoye’s heart. “Fall back.”

Warnings: ANGST! Explicit language, some violence, toxic!Shuri, mentions of blood, mentions of death.

Word Count: 4.3k+

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A/N: This is too good, yall! I wasn't originally gonna do a part 2, but then I got to writing and by the time I finished part one, the ideas for a sequel got to flowing. Translations are in the text. As always, ENJOY <3

Vanish Pt. 1 here

A moment of silence passed.

Riri stood frozen in place, shocked at her own words, knowing she didn’t mean them.

Shuri sobbed on her knees, silently pleading for Bast to not take another person out of her life.

Hell, even Griot was quiet, not announcing your departure as he was programmed to do.

“What are you waiting for?” Shuri stood and approached Riri so quickly, the smaller girl flinched. “Why are you standing here? Go after her!”

“Shuri, I-”

“Go get her!” The Queen growled, voice cracking as she begged.

Riri’s mouth opened and closed, her brain working double time for anything to say. “She-I didn’t-”

Her responses weren’t quick enough to extinguish Shuri’s anger. The Black Panther lifted Riri’s entire workstation in one hand and threw the table and all its contents.

Iron Heart ducked, praying the impact of the desk wouldn’t take her head off. It didn't; it hadn’t even hit her, instead crashing to the wall mere inches away from her body.

“Shuri, what the fu-”

But Shuri was already on her way out of the lab, ignoring Riri and shouting orders, “Griot!”

“Yes, My Queen?”

“Do I have any visuals on y/n’s location?”

“No, My Queen. Queen Y/n has abandoned her kimoyo bracelet here in the lab.”

“What about her earrings?”

“Left behind in your bedroom, Queen Shuri.”

“FUCK,” the explicit echoed in the lab, causing Riri to retreat into herself.

“Griot, summon Nakia, Okoye, Ayo, and Aneka. I need all hands for this mission. Tell them to meet me in the throne room.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Wait,” Riri called out, grimacing at how small her voice suddenly sounded. “What can I do?”

The doors to the lab’s entrance parted, letting Shuri leave without so much as opening her mouth to address Riri. The only sound then was that of dainty metal coming in contact with the steel floors.

Riri approached the door slowly to investigate what Shuri had left behind.

It was her wedding band.

“What is this about, My Queen?” Okoye asked, being the first to enter the throne room. Ayo and Aneka followed closely behind, their spears drawn at an unknown attacker.

Nakia was absent.

Shuri’s eyes were still puddled with tears and the anger radiating from her produced a heat the other girls could feel as soon as they approached.

Aneka looked down at Shuri’s hand, eyes searching for the wedding ring that never left it. Of course, it wasn’t there.

“Y/n is gone. We need to bring her back.”

“Gone?” Okoye mimicked. “Gone where? Who has taken her? What are we up against?”

“Sh-she left. She left us. Left behind her beads, even the earrings and her-”

“Her wedding band…” Aneka finished. “But, where is yours?”

Shuri looked down at her bare finger, unable to speak.

“My Queen,” Okoye started gently. “With all due respect, you are asking me to convene my army and explain to them our threat… Are your relationship issues?”

The Queen rose from her throne, so slowly, it gave Okoye ample time to retract her words; her steps shaking the mostly empty room.

“I am asking you to convene your army, General,” the words came out hot, burning Okoye to the core, even causing the couple standing behind her to wince.

“To ensure the safety and safe return of your Queen.”

“Shuri, she took her band off,” Okoye was a brave soul, not backing down.

“She is still your Queen! Regardless of the ring she wears. Mine is off, does that not make me your Queen, Okoye?”

“It’s not the same, Princess, and you know-”

“Queen.” Shuri’s thin body is shaking with the rage that fills it. She looks away from Okoye, even past Ayo to her friend Aneka.

“Aneka, you will lead this mission. General,” the word comes off her tongue like a tease, knowing she’s driving a spear through Okoye’s heart. “Fall back.”

The General’s eyes are wide but she nods at the command. Aneka steps forward, poised tall, and in stance. “Yes, My Queen.”

She offers a small smile to the royal, a sad, knowing one, but Shuri doesn’t return it. “Find y/n. I don’t care what it takes; resources, money, you have it all. Ensure she is safe. Br-” her voice finally breaks and the tears descend her cheeks. “Bring her home to me.”

“My Queen,” Ayo offers slowly. “What-what if she does not wish to return?”

Shuri’s chest retracts, all the air leaving her body. She hadn’t considered that; you not wanting to come home, not to Riri, nor even to her.

“I said bring her home.”

The command came out in a whisper, the Queen no longer being able to talk at a volume above that.

The Wakandan warriors brought their arms across their chest and back down, saluting their Queen before leaving the room. Only Aneka lingered.

When it was just the two of them, she rushed to Shuri, pulling her into a hug she clearly needed. “What happened?”

Shuri’s sobs swept her feet from under her and she fell to the floor, still arm-in-arm with her friend.

“She left us, Aneka. Sh-she left me.”

“Why?”

Shame rushed through the royal’s veins. “We-” she paused a beat, deciding herself unable to speak on Riri’s behalf. “I,” she corrected. “I haven’t been very supportive lately. I broke many promises. I let my work in the lab and with Riri take precedence and she felt forgotten… I even forgot her birthday…”

Aneka gasped “My Queen…”

Shuri nodded. “I’d been distracted. I let that get in the way, and now she’s gone.”

Aneka took Shuri’s left, ringless hand in her own. “That explains why she left her ring behind, but my Shuri, where is yours?”

A sinful scoff left Shuri’s lips “Probably still in the lab with Ri-Miss Williams, where I left it.”

“Miss Williams? Shuri, my dear friend, what is going on?”

Shuri is silent.

Aneka sighs “So when we bring y/n home, My Queen, will she be returning to you and Miss Williams?”

“No,” Shuri stands, tapping her necklace twice and allowing the Black Panther mask to swallow her face. “Just me.”

It’s been weeks.

Three weeks since the search for you began.

Shuri stormed into the lab, mask retracting as she entered.

“Queen Shuri has arrived.”

Riri’s head shot up from her new workstation; she hadn’t seen Shuri in days. She rarely came home anymore, spending days and nights looking for you and coming up short each time.

“Griot!” the agitated queen bellowed.

“Yes, My Queen?”

“Have we any updates via satellite? Has y/n been seen anywhere?”

“Unfortunately not, My Queen.”

Shuri’s shoulders slumped, weighing heavy with another defeat. “What about Nakia?”

“I’m afraid not, My Queen.”

“Bast!” Shuri allowed herself a second to rest her head in her hands before starting to mask up again.

“Wait!” Riri called out, approaching the Queen. “Wait, Shuri, let me help. Please, I want to find her too; I wanna know she's safe just as bad as you do.”

The Black Panther’s posture stiffened, though she didn’t speak. Riri tried again “Y-You don’t have Nakia. You need an extra pair of hands. I can help.”

Shuri laughed, an evil-sounding chuckle coming from her. “I do not need your help.” She approached Riri. “I would not even be searching for her, had you been able to hold your stupid tongue, hm?”

Riri cringed at the words Shuri spoke but didn’t shy away. “I want to help. She’s just as much my wife as she is yours, and I miss her.”

Shuri shook her head, but never let her eyes leave Riri’s face. “She is not. She will not be. When she comes home, she will be coming home to me. Damned to you.”

That rocked Riri to her core. “Shuri, come on, you don’t mean that.”

“I mean it. I mean it in the same way you meant it when you called her the forgotten wife.”

The smaller girl grimaced when her words were thrown back at her. She had been thinking over those words for weeks; losing sleep over how she spoke to you.

Before she could utter another word, Shuri left, leaving Riri where she stood, but not before the Queen noticed something that tugged at her stoned heart, only slightly.

Riri was still wearing her wedding ring.

Two weeks since Nakia returned.

“Queen Shuri, you are being summoned to the throne room.”

Shuri lifted her head, not realizing she’d dozed off in the Talon Fighter while on patrol. “Summoned? By who?” The girl asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Nakia of The River Tribe,” Griot responded.

“Nakia? She is in the throne room? At the palace?”

“Yes, My Queen.”

“Griot, return me at once.”

“Yes, My Queen.”

Moments later, Shuri crashed through the doors to the sacred room. Nakia stood on the furthest side of the room, glancing sadly out the windows. The sight of her fueled the Queen’s anger. “Where the hell have you been?!”

The former spy didn’t even attempt a fake smile. “Hello to you too, sister,” she stated smoothly, turning to face the vexed royal.

“Where is she, Nakia?”

“She is safe. That is all you need to know; it is all that she requested I share with you.”

Shuri approached her brother’s lover with claws drawn. “Nakia, Bast help you, where is she?”

“Oy? Am I to tell you? Y/n came to me, crying, your majesty. She told me her wives wanted her no longer. Rejection from one partner hurts, can you imagine that from two partners?”

The Queen couldn’t speak; The warrior continued.

“I watched, as the two of you fell out of love with her. Prioritized each other over her. You didn’t even attend the school’s opening. We’d worked on that for years, Shuri. And her birthday?” she scoffed. “You were supposed to be better than that.”

Nakia closed the gap between her and Shuri, grabbing her claw-clad hands. “You must have forgotten. You’ve forgotten who you spent your childhood with. Who grew up alongside you,” she tapped Shuri’s temple as if to bring the memories to the forefront. “You seem to have trouble recalling who was there for you when Baba died. When T’Challa died. All before Miss Riri even came into the picture.”

Shuri’s head fell, shame a feeling she was all too familiar with these days. “I had forgotten. I am trying to fix it,” she whispered, recollections of the two of you flooding her. “But I can not fix it if I do not know where she is.”

Her eyes climbed to the smaller girl’s hopeful, begging, but when Nakia closed her lips tight and shook her head, Shuri’s anger reignited.

“Demethi wena (Damn you), Nakia!”

“Yehlisa umoya, sisi (Calm down, sister). Uzofika ekhaya xa sele elugile (She will come home when she is ready)-”

“Hayi, hayi (No, no)! Ndiyamdinga (I need her). Ndiyamdinga ekhaya ngoku (I need her home now)!”

“Uya kuba nethamsanqa ukuba angafika ekhaya (You will be lucky if she comes home at all)!”

Shuri spun, Nakia’s words recoiling against her. “Intoni (What)?”

When Nakia looks away, rather than speaking, Shuri marches toward her. “INTONI (WHAT)?!” she repeats.

She takes Nakia’s face in her hands, roughly. A line of scarlet flashes from Nakia’s cheek, where Shuri’s claw is digging, but neither girl moves. “Wena (You)-” the Queen croaks. “Wena undincedile ukumkanikazi wam ukuba andisindise (You have helped my queen escape me for good)?”

“Hayi, sisi (No, sister). Ndamncedisa wahmba ade alunge (I helped her leave until she is ready).”

Shuri extends her arm, throwing Nakia forcefully into the window. The thud of her sister’s body does nothing to calm her. Nakia is barely on her feet when Shuri speaks. “Hamba (Leave). Kwaye ungabuyi ade abuye umkam (And do not return until my wife does).”

The River Tribe Warrior is shocked. “Shuri, uthini (What are you saying)?”

The Queen’s lips curl around her next words. “ Elubhacweni (Exile).”

Nakia crumbles. “Sisi, ndiyacela (Sister, please). Likhaya lam eli (This is my home).”

“Was this your home when you missed my brother’s last days? His funeral? Was it your home when you hid my nephew from me for six years, the same way you hide my wife now?” Shuri questioned, switching tongues.

“Shuri, oko akufani (That is not the same)! It was my home when I saved you and your lover’s asses from Namor! When I risked my life, though I had a son to live for. It was my home when I laid there,” Nakia pointed to the now repaired spot on the throne room floor, the events of Queen Ramonda’s death no longer staining the place. “Resuscitating your wife! Trying to save umama (mama)!”

“Lishiye ibhotwe lam, Nakia (Leave my palace, Nakia).”

One week since Riri started her own search for you.

Shuri wasn’t speaking to her, ordering Okoye, Ayo, and Aneka to do the same. Riri’s communication was cut off, even Griot subjecting her to silence.

One night, she decided enough was enough. She hadn’t been able to sleep since you left and she was growing tired of being left in the dark.

If anyone needed to find you, it was Riri. She needed to be the one to locate you and retract her vile words. There wouldn’t be an apology great enough, but she sure would try.

So Iron Heart suited up and quietly left the palace. She didn’t bother removing her kimoyo beads, knowing Shuri was no longer keeping track of her. The realization stung, but it was well-deserved. She let her frustrations get to her and that Chicago attitude and pride presented themselves.

The words spilled from her big mouth before she had time to realize what she was saying. Riri was just as hurt as you were; feeling as though the love she and Shuri showed you were going unappreciated. Their time dedicated to the lab, their sleepless nights, and their repeat failures were just to keep you safe.

“C’mon baby, where’d you go?” Riri spoke lowly to no one, navigating the suit towards Haiti. It’d be a dumb place for you to hide; Shuri would have surely checked there already.

And of course, you weren’t there.

The following day, Riri searched the States. You had no reason to be in America, but that’s exactly why you’d seek refuge there. Again, her search came up short.

Today, Riri was ready to give up. She’d spent many days, many hours looking for you all alone. If Shuri and her team hadn’t found you yet, surely Riri wouldn’t all by her lonesome.

She sauntered through the village, sadness dragging in each of her steps. “Uxolo (Excuse us)!” children’s voices called as they ran across her path. Riri stopped short, avoiding running the tikes down. “Oh, um, sorry!” the girl spoke, understanding their simple word, yet still not knowing how to respond in their language.

One child, a young girl whose hair was adorned in barrettes, turned to give Riri a wave. When she skipped back to her group of friends, she spoke “Yiza, khawuleza (Come, hurry)! Utitshala Y/n ndiza kubuya namhlanje (Teacher Y/n is to return today).”

Riri understood not a single word from the girl’s sentence as they disappeared into your school. None except your name. So she followed.

“Uh, excuse me,” she called once she entered the building, searching desperately for an adult. “Uxolo (Excuse me)?”

“Hello, Your Majesty,” a tall gentleman spoke up, approaching the short royal.

Riri cringed, her royal title sounding foreign to her these days. “Mholweni (Hello), um, hi.”

“What can we do for you? We are very blessed to be acquainted with your presence, though we were not expecting you.”

“Yeah, um, I-” Riri stuttered, unable to form a sentence, the words scrambling around her mind too fast for her lips to keep up.

“My wife,” she finally choked out. “My wife, Y/n. Is she here?”

The older man’s eyes were saddened. “No, Your Majesty. She is not set to come back today.”

“Please,” Riri was close to tears as she begged. “Um, ndiyacela (please). I heard the children mention her name. I just-” The tears flowed. “I just want to know she’s safe.”

The man must’ve felt some pity for the lonely queen, crying in his hallway, pleading. A genuine chuckle released from his chest. “Your Xhosa is not very good.” His words shocked Riri and for the first time in weeks, she laughed a real, hearty laugh. “No, it’s not,” she sniffled.

“But you are trying.”

Her head bobs as she nods a confirmation to his words.

He sighs, grabbing Riri’s hands and pulling her out of reach of passing ears. “Your majesty, tonight the school is having an event. A banquet; to raise money for the Haiti institution. The Queen has promised her return for the event. She will be here then.”

More tears flow from the small girl’s pretty brown eyes. Her queen would be back, tonight.

Did Shuri know?

With a gentle squeeze, the fellow started to leave. “Wait,” Riri called. “Enkosi, mhlekazi (Thank you, sir). What is your name?”

“Emmanuel, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you, Emmanuel.”

Riri raced back to the palace on foot, too excited to wait for the Talon Fighter, though it would have been quicker. She sprinted into the throne room, hopeful that Shuri would be there.

She was, with Aneka. “Kufuneka sijonge iHaiti kwakhona (We need to check Haiti again). Ndiyazi Nakia umfihle apho (I know Nakia is hiding her there).”

“I found her!” Riri interrupts.

Aneka turns to the girl first, then back to her queen, who refuses to look up. “Aneka, sishiye (Leave us). Enkosi, mhlobo (Thank you, friend).”

With a nod and a salute, Aneka leaves the throne room, leaving the two queens who haven’t spoken in days.

“Shuri, baby, I found her.”

“Where is she?” the panther asks, still not making eye contact.

“She’ll be here tonight,” Riri takes slow, careful steps to Shuri, unable to gauge her emotions and not wanting to set her off. “The school’s having a fundraiser. She’ll be here.”

Shuri glances at her wife “How do you know this?”

“I went to the school.”

With a bite of her lip and a swift nod, Shuri dismisses Riri. “Thank you for the information. You may leave.”

“Leave? Shuri, what the hell do you mean leave?”

A deep, impatient sigh is brought forth by the Queen. “I know you know what leave means.”

“Nah, to hell with that, Shuri! I’m not leaving. I’m the one who gave you the intel. Imma be there with you. I’m a part of this mission now. I should have been from the start.”

Shuri steps closer to Riri, seemingly to intimidate her, though the girl doesn’t appear scared. “A mission that would have never come to pass had you not said what you did.”

Riri’s heart thumps hard in her chest. “And I’m trying to make up for it, Shuri. How am I supposed to apologize if you keep shutting me out?”

The question is rhetorical; Ri keeps talking. “You not entirely innocent in this either. You broke promises too. Ignored her just as much as I did. You,” she stabs a finger into Shuri’s armorless chest. “Forgot her birthday too, princess. Your shit stink too, Shuri. So forget that shit; y/n is my wife. That’s my girl and I been missing her heavy. So I’m coming tonight.”

A smirk sneaks its way across Shuri’s face. “There you go with that mouth again.”

“Yeah, here I go with my mouth again, a mouth I don’t know how to close and a mouth that don’t know how to hold its tongue. That’s why y’all was supposed to do it for me.”

Shuri shakes her head, frizzy curls swaying across her face. A bright smile, her first in weeks stretches her lips. “Alright, let’s bring our girl home.”

The night comes quickly and as present as you’re trying to appear at your function, anxiety is running through you. Being home brings forth a mix of emotions; excitement for the banquet, and familiarity at the faces you’ve missed. And worry that somehow word of the event that you swore your staff to secrecy over hadn’t remained confidential during your absence.

Nakia was at your side, acting as both a friend and a bodyguard. “You did not have to come,” you spoke to her. “I didn’t need protection. The queens; they will not hurt me. Shuri will be more upset at your presence than mine.”

The small scar on her cheek marked evidence of Shuri’s anger in the passing weeks. You’d apologized repeatedly to your dear friend, but she didn’t blame you. “Your wife has a temper. She always has. I’ll be fine, she just needs some time to calm down.”

Her eyes move towards the entrance of the school as the doors part and Aneka, along with Ayo and Okoye precede your wives. “Speaking of the queens…”

Hayi, akukho ndlela imbi (No, no fucking way). When you turn, the breath escapes you. Shuri and Riri. The Black Panther and Iron Heart. Their eyes locked intensely on you.

You look around at your staff, wondering which one had loose lips. “Nakia,” Shuri greeted when they approached. Nakia stays silent and Shuri continues. “I owe you an apology, for our disagreement those weeks ago. I am sorry, sisi.” To you, she switches tongues as she asks “Ikumkani wam (My queen), singathetha (can we talk)?” with an outstretched hand.

No, your heart screams, but your movements betray you. Placing your palm in hers, you allow Her Majesty to guide you outside, where the Royal Talon Fighter awaits, with Riri in tow.

None of you speak until the ship’s doors were encapsulated, providing all the privacy in the world. When they did, it was you to break the silence. A loud slap echoed in everyone’s ears, your hand coming in contact with Riri’s cheek. Breathing hard, you voiced “I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks. Sorry, Riri, I didn’t find a bitch to give your wishes of luck to.”

Shuri stood, slightly amused until her cheek was the next to be assaulted. “And you. You’re lucky I’m not skilled with any weapons for the way you returned my Nakia to me. Her face bloody, her ribs broken. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Though her face stung, Riri’s ears perked up. “Your Nakia?”

Shuri stared at you, her brain wondering the same.

“Put your petty jealousy to rest. It has been three weeks, do the two of you really think so little of me to find another lover in that short time, especially one who is so close to you, Shuri? We’ve known Nakia since we were kids.”

Shuri nods, clearing her head, and starts to open her mouth, but Riri beats her to it. She comes at you fast, throwing her arms around you so tightly, it steals your breaths. “I’m sorry, ma. I’m so fucking sorry.” The tears are already spilling down her cheeks. “I don’t know how I could have said those things to you.”

You unwrap her hold on you. “You said them because you meant them.”

Riri’s head shakes furiously. “I didn’t, y/n, my love. I swear I didn’t.”

Her eyes are swimming with sincerity and it breaks the cement that had formed around your heart. You grab her face. “You swear?”

She leans into your touch. “I will spend the rest of my life showing you I didn’t mean it, ma.”

You nod slowly. “You know I owe you more than just a slap, right? For speaking to me like I’m some bitch on the streets and not your wife of four years?”

A tiny smile crosses Riri’s features. “Let me suit up and you can take all the shots you want at me.”

“Uh, uh. You don’t get the suit.”

Your words bring a laugh from the small girl, one that passes onto you.

Shuri stands back, hands in her pocket, just watching. She’s silently wiping her own tears, but when you finally look upon her, she takes it as an in.

“Yiza apha, usana (Come here, baby).”

You obey, releasing Riri from your hold as you glide over to your queen. She pulls you in by your waist, holding your body tightly against hers. “Uyakhumbula xa ndivuma iimvakalelo zam ngawe (Do you remember when I confessed my feelings for you)?”

Your head bobs. “We were children; only about 12 years old.”

“Ewe, kukanikazi wam (Yes, my queen). And what did you tell me?”

A giggle escapes you as you recall. “Nditshate, ukuba uyandithanda (Marry me if you love me).”

Shuri shares your laughter. “Ewe, nkosazana (Yes, princess). Bendikuxelele ukuba ndizakwenza kamsinya kangangoko ndinako (I told you I would as soon as I could).”

“Kwaye wenze (And you did).”

“Nda (I did).”

The tears in Shuri’s eyes threaten to spill over. “I made that promise to you at 12 years old, and I kept it. However, for some reason, at our grown age, I made promises to you weeks ago that I did not keep.”

Your head drops just as the tears do, unable to look your wife in her face. Shuri’s having none of that though, gently grabbing your chin and pulling your gazes back into unison.

“Uxolo, sthandwa (I’m sorry, my love). Ndingu (I am). I’ve been slacking, but I won’t continue to. Please, come home. Ukukukhanya kwan (You are my light), and my world has been so dark these past few days. I can not bare it anymore.”

Her words crack any further hardening of your heart. “Ewe, sthandwa (Yes, my love). I’ll come home.”

Shuri buries her head in your neck, kissing and crying, “Enkosi,” repeating from her lips. Riri stands back, weeping harder at the display before her. You reach your hand out to her, “Yiza, ntombazana sisidenge.”

Riri stands still, eyebrows raised, brown, hopeful eyes piercing your own loving ones. “Translate?”

“Come here, silly girl.”

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Vanish

ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

“Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair.

Warnings: ANGST, explicit language, toxic!Riri, slightly toxic!Shuri...you might cry

Word Count: 2.5k+

Tags: @yvxmpire @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-fav @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @remwritess @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed @laurensmabel1 @malltake12

A/N: Another idea by @k3nn3dyxo, loosely based on the song Vanish by GIVEON. There's so much damn angst in this one, it kind of broke my heart to write. As always though, enjoy <3 Translations are in the text, there are full on sentences in xhosa in this one. Also, just because I never said it before, every character I write for is a black woman. I love us <3 , okay that's all lol

It had been weeks. That wasn’t an over-exaggeration. The x’s tallied across your calendar were proof.

Weeks. Three weeks since you and your loves last had a meal together.

Shuri and Riri lay in bed as you dressed, the smaller girl of the two still soundly sleeping, tucked under the other’s arm. Her highness smiled a beautiful smile at you, one filled with pride and all the adoration in the world. “Have a wonderful day, sthandwa (my love). Go do amazing things.”

A beautiful grin of your own spread through your cheeks as you bent down to kiss the woman you loved. “Thank you. I will see you two for dinner?”

“Kunjalo, sana (Of course, baby). I can not wait to hear all about your day.”

And off you went, thrill racing through your veins as you left the palace in trek of the school you helped Nakia establish in your home country, one which mirrored her own brilliant institution in Haiti.

Returning home many hours later, exhaustion adorning your features, you were welcomed by loneliness. The room shared between you and the adjacent queens was empty, as were the kitchen and living quarters.

“Griot,” your voice echoed the large walls, calling out to the AI that had made its way out of Shuri’s lab and into your living space.

“Yes, My Queen?”

“Where are my wives?” the question lingered from your lips.

“Queen Shuri and Queen Riri are currently in the lab. Would you like me to page them for you?”

The heart encapsulated in your chest swelled, knowing that both girls have had a hard time returning to their work since Queen Mother’s death. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull them away from that.

“No, Griot. Thank you anyways.”

That night, you climbed into bed alone, body no longer able to fight the sleep that draped upon it.

When you awoke the next morning, your queens were snoring next to you. They’d crawled in at some point in the night and the sandman whisked them to dreamland; neither girl stirred when you left the bed to prepare for another day at the school.

The abnormality of abandonment that marked the previous day for you and your family soon became routine. One night turned into two and two into 21. Twenty one days since you’d gathered around the table to enjoy a meal with your loves.

Two weeks since they’d stopped making excuses.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Work has been fucking crazy, man. I got caught up. Can I make it up to you?” Riri hadn’t even had the decency to leave the lab for the moment it would’ve taken her to stand you up in person. Shuri was in America, sovereign duties unable to go ignored any longer.

Even without her partner in crime, Riri still found ways to make her lab work more important than her time with you.

“You can’t take a moment? Let’s have lunch, my love.” You were begging, a pathetic sight had Ri been able to pull her eyes from her project long enough to peer at you through the hologram provided via the beads.

“Nah, ma. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Shuri was no better.

“My Queen, where are you? The children are waiting, anticipating the Black Panther’s arrival.”

“Shit, usana (baby), that was today? Can we reschedule?”

“Can we re - No, Shuri! No, we can’t reschedule. These iingqondo ezincinci (little minds) have been waiting hours, missing lessons, to see their beloved protector. You promised.”

“I’m kind of caught up right now, y/n. Riri and I are about to do a test flight; the Iron Heart suit has to be able to reach speeds greater than Mach 5. We think we’ve got it.”

“Shuri plea-“

“Later, sthandwa (my love). I’ll make it up to you.”

And with that, her beads disconnected, erasing her face full of distracted features and leaving you with an auditorium packed with disappointed young ones.

14 days ago, they stopped making excuses and empty promises, simply starting to just not showing up, not explaining.

One week, exactly, since they forgot your birthday.

It had been a hard year, you were well aware of that, but this day was one that never went by unnoticed by your queens. They spoiled you regularly, but on this day in particular, there was nothing that you couldn’t dream up that they wouldn’t move mountains to get you.

You begrudgingly spent most of that special day alone this year. ‘They’re planning a surprise.’ you tried to convince yourself. Something so big, they had to spend the day away from you so they wouldn’t spoil it.

Nakia and all the students at your school had wished you a happy birthday. Okoye granted you a year full of bliss as you aged up. Hell, even Griot spoke up when you arrived home from work, “Happy Birthday, Queen Y/n.”

The damn AI had blessed your day before your wives had.

7 days later and they still hadn’t.

You’d been patient; more than really. So when you awoke on the eighth day since your birthday to an empty bed, your thin restraint snapped, kindness fleeing with it.

You were angry, and you had every right to be.

The walk down to the lab was more of a march than a stroll. Rage preceded you, and when the lab doors opened before you, it permeated the space, quickly sucking out the focused atmosphere.

“Queen Y/n has arrived,” Griot announded, oblivious to the fury preparing to reign down on the other Wakandan rulers.

“Where are my queens, Griot?” You stood on the entrance platform, eyes scanning the room and coming up short of either girl.

“Queen Riri is in the lab. Queen Shuri is thirty minutes out from the border, returning as we speak.”

Returning? Shuri had left the country and you weren’t even made aware.

“I’m down here, baby,” Riri’s voice was muffled among the buzz in the room, and you honestly couldn’t take it.

“Wonke umntu ngaphandle (Everybody out),” your voice boomed. Riri was still struggling to learn the language and Shuri wasn’t here to translate, so you took command of the unfamiliar space.

All around, the sea of white lab coats stilled, unsure. “Ngoku! (Now!)”

Their hesitations evaporated, and the scientists filed out of every exit in the room, leaving you and a confused Riri. You spotted your girl then, welder’s mask atop her head, slowly placing her tool down as you approached her.

“Y/n, baby, I don’t have time for lunch today. These modifications have a deadline and-”

“Esihogweni ngomhla wakho wokugqibela (To hell with your deadline).”

Riri took a slight step back at your tone, “You know you’re gonna have to translate baby. I’m not there yet.”

At her retreat, you stepped forward, refusing to let her escape. “To hell with your deadline. My patience had a deadline too, Riri.”

Her guard drops, no longer taking your distraction in her lab as a serious matter. “Y/n, what are you going on about?”

When she raises her hand to drop the mask back onto her face, you scoff. She couldn’t even give you a moment to speak, nor an ounce of respect to hear your words.

You step in front of her, risking being burned by the tool in her hands and not caring at all. Riri jumps back and switches the device off. “You gonna get yourself hurt, y/n! You know better than that; what the fuck is going on with you?”

“Queen Shuri has arrived,” Griot announces as she steps into the lab, panther suit still on, missing the mask. Her brows raise at the sight of her empty lab as she saunters over to you two.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Shuri questions with a kiss to the side of your head. “Where is everyone?” she asks as she repeats the action on Riri.

If looks could kill, you and Riri would both be six feet under, neither of you removing your glare from the other. “Ask her,” Riri retorts. “She came in spewing some shit I couldn’t understand and risking her life with tools she don’t know how to handle and shit.” Throwing the tool to the ground, Ri steps closer to you. She’s so close she could kiss you, but the fury emitting from her tells you she won’t. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Shuri grabs Riri’s upper arm, stopping the girl from approaching you any further. With furrowed brows, she speaks. “Sthandwa (my love), what’s going on?”

A deep chuckle filled with rage leaves your body. It’s an ugly sound coming from you, brimming with emotions you don’t usually possess. “This is the most attention I’ve gotten from either of you in weeks.”

“Attention?” Riri cries. “This is about you not getting attention?” She turns to Shuri, “Baby, we don’t have time for this!” Swiveling back to face you and shaking her arm free of the Black Panther’s hold, Riri steps forward to you, an angry finger in your face joining her dangerous words. “You’re not a child, y/n! We don’t have to come running every time you beckon and call.”

“Ri, calm down. Y/n, my love, nceda uqonde (understand, please). This work is important to us. You know that.” Shuri is speaking to you gently while Riri paces back and forth, hands clasped and running over her tight braids.

“Bast, Shuri, we don’t have time for this,” Riri repeats.

Shuri raises her hand to silence Riri but then lowers it onto the small of her back, pulling her in close. “Y/n, sthandwa (my love), singakwenza oku kamva? (can we do this later?)”

That’s it. That small movement opened your foolish eyes.

They were a team. Shuri and Riri. The Black Panther and Iron Heart.

And right now, they were teamed up against you.

The action almost caused you doubt, your brain wracking to think of a way you may be in the wrong.

You came up with nothing.

“Ungacinga lomtshato uphakathi kwenu nobabini qha (You would think this marriage was only between the two of you.”

Shuri’s head dips and when she looks back at you, sadness is in her gaze. “Ungathethi loo nto, sthandwa (Don’t say that, my love). You don’t mean that.”

Riri’s head is spinning between you two. “What did she say?”

Shuri is hesitant to answer. “Sh-she said that it seems as though our marriage is only between the two of us.”

While Shuri is making the effort to be gracious with your feelings, Riri just isn’t. She laughs, “Are you serious, yo? You go a few days without any affection and you start tripping?”

“Three weeks.”

“What?” Riri asks.

“Three weeks,” you parrot. “It has been three weeks.”

“Quit being dramatic, y/n-” But Ri’s words are silenced when you throw the calendar upon her work station. Across it are little notes marking the important women in you life’s promises that went broken on those important dates. Big, bold x’s mark out those days.

“Three weeks ago,” you point at the date. “Was the day I started my duties at the school. You missed the grand opening; couldn’t even be bothered to have dinner with me that evening to celebrate. I went to bed alone that night. Have been ever since.”

Shuri’s eyes are wide and full of hurt, having forgotten the vow she made that you on that day. “We haven’t eaten together in three weeks? Haven’t gone to bed together in that long?”

You ignored her questions. Your voice had finally found you and you refused to let it go. “Two weeks ago, Riri, we were supposed to have lunch together. You’ve been blowing me off ever since. You, ubungangamsha bakho (your majesty), promised to bless the school with your presence. You failed to do so, and I spent six hours consoling some very upset children.”

Next came the date with a bold red circle engulfing it. ‘My Birthday!’ the note read. “One week ago,” your voice cracks. “This one is pretty self-explanatory.”

Tears are falling from Shuri’s face. “How could we-”

Riri is belligerent. “Nah, nah. We wouldn’t miss your birthday. We had it all planned out, today’s only-” Her words fail as she pulls out her phone to check, as if she didn’t believe the calendar you placed in front of her. “Shit.”

“Ikaka ngokwenene(Shit indeed). So tell me again, Shuri, how I didn’t mean the words I said before.”

She doesn’t speak, face full of an apology she can’t vocalize.

Riri isn’t backing down, anger riling her up again. “Hold up, so you been sitting on this shit for three weeks and you wanna come in and hold it over our heads now?”

“Hold it over your heads? Riri, my love, vuma ukuba awulunganga (admit you’re wrong)! It was you, nina nobabini (both of you), who forgot you had another wife to care for, not I!”

“If you’re so forgotten, y/n, why don’t you just leave?”

Her words knock the wind out of you. “Utheni? (What did you say?)”

Shuri’s words find her again. “Riri, stop-”

“Nah, baby. She’s the forgotten wife, right?” She’s speaking to Shuri, but her eyes are on you. “We haven’t shown her how much we care over these past few years. How much she meant to us. It wasn’t enough for her.”

Readdressing you, Riri asks venumously “It wasn’t enough, was it, y/n? Huh, baby? We weren’t enough for you. So why don’t you go? Disappear? Vanish?”

A panic is rising in Shuri and she pulls Riri’s tiny body back, but the anger and frustration flowing through the small girl’s being strengthen her. “Cwaka, Riri (Silence, Riri.) Let’s cool off usana (baby), you’re going to say something you’ll regret.”

Riri takes no heed to Shuri's words, tears pouring down both girl’s faces, as well as your own. “Go, y/n. Bounce, baby. Find that woman who gives you more than either of us could, and when you do, wish the bitch luck!”

“Riri!” Shuri hisses, but then her attention is on you. Her eyes follow you as your hand moves to pull off your kimoyo beads. She rushes to you, her hand atop yours. “No, no, sthandwa (my love). She didn’t mean it. Yeka, hlala nam (Stop, stay with me.)”

You take the bracelet off anyways and place it in Shuri’s hand. She looks down at it in horror and tries a different tactic, taking your cheek in her hand to wipe your tears. “Umfazi wam, ndiyaxolisa (My wife, I’m sorry). Ndiyacela, ndiyacela, sukuhamba. (Please, please, don’t go.),” whispers from her lips.

When you reach to remove the wedding ring from your hand, Shuri drops to her knees, begging. Riri even stops her pacing to peer at you with wide eyes, the weight of her words finally hitting her.

The ring clinks as it lands on the table, a loud sound in the quiet room. “Ndiyahamba (I’ll leave).”

You pull Shuri’s chin into your hands, bringing her teary eyes to meet yours. With a small, sad smile and a quick glance at Riri, whose taking wavering steps toward you, your mouth opens to speak to the two one last time before you retreat. “Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair.

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