#shuri my love

[axailslink]

You must think me a fool

Dark!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Warrior FEM reader

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your people are dying"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are sick"

"No"

"Yes"

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

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

"I care about you..."

"You must think me a fool."

~

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

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

[nexusnyx]

hi! just read your shuri fic and it’s probably the best one i’ve seen on this app it was so perfect i loved it. could you do a smut where maybe the reader and shuri and fooling around in the lab and she keeps having to tell the reader to be quiet so they don’t get caught🫢

⚠️ SMUT, minors DNI. This work is meant for 18+ audiences. | 🏷️ Established relationship. Fingering, dirty talk, oral sex, exhibition kink, possessive Shuri, D/S undertones, laboratory sex. WC: [2.9k] ; | 📑 I'm sorry if you think it's short, it's my first attempt at writing Shuri smut and I'm trying to get it right. Feedback is really appreciated!

🎧 Girl your body is calling me... There ain't no sunshine, no sunshine where I was before...

"Shhhh, love. You have to be quiet," Shuri's laugh echoes inside your head; her lips are brushing your ear, tracing the sensitive skin slowly, and her words make you whine when they register, which only prompts her to laugh harder. "That's not really quiet, is it?"

"You have your mouth on me, how do you expect me to be quiet?"

"I know you can do it," her mouth closes around your earlobe, and she sucks. It takes every ounce of control you have not to moan out loud. "Now my mouth is on you."

Her words are accompanied by Shuri's hands going sneaking under your shirt and lab coat, and when the warm palm touches your skin, her mouth makes its way to your neck. "You're terrible," you gasp.

You're an angel... don't you dare stop.

"Hmhmm. Sure am."

"What are you trying to accomplish, hm?"

"Accomplish?" Shuri's kisses spread and cover all parts of your neck. "I'm not trying to accomplish much," she continues, words muttered as her lips leave your skin and before they return to it. "I'm just enjoying you. Can't I enjoy my girl?"

My girl—your brain goes into a short circuit.

"You're doing—god, Shuri—"

Her laugh is wicked. "I know it's two-something—Griot, what time is it?"

"It is exactly 2:13am."

"I know it's two thirteen in the morning, but there are still people in this lab," she whispers to you. "And damn me for designing it this way, but this whole building has a flawless acoustic, would you believe that?"

"If your hands keep squeezing me like this there's not much I can do about it," you suppress your whine by burying your face in the crook of her neck, but the damage was already done when Shuri started kissing you with filthy tongue moves the second you crossed the threshold of her private office—you're drenched, the back of your neck is sweating and, as usual, your girlfriend is enjoying every second of it.

Shuri stops her ministrations of kisses on your neck and pulls back to look you in the eye.

"I'd ask you if you wanna stop, but I know you don't."

You adore the way her hand is big enough to hold basically the whole side of your face. "I'm just—"you called me your girl. "Can't you activate the soundproofing? We're in your office."

Shuri licks her lips, tracing her smile. "I could. But where's the fun in that?"

"The fun is being able to kiss me without me dying of embarrassment tomorrow because everyone in the building heard me."

She closes her eyes. "I'm starting to think you're trying to tempt me."

You laugh. "You'd get off on that?" It's like you discover a new thing every day. You two have been dancing around this thing, this fragile, yet resistant and beautiful thing going on for about three months now, and you've known her for over a year before that, but Shuri still manages to surprise you daily. "Never would peg you for an exhibitionist."

"I'm not," she shakes her head. "I might like the idea of everyone knowing why you were making those sounds, though..."

"Ahhh." Possessive. My girl. You feel the smile forming on your lips. "Very territorial of you, my Princess."

The reaction is instant—the grip on your thigh and Shuri pulling you by the waist closer to her body. "How about this: if you keep quiet for the time of my favorite current song..." Shuri leans in, taking her time to get an inch away from your face. "I'll let you do the thing you've been telling me you want to do so badly."

A tremble passes through your body—an electric current that goes from head to toe, washing over you as if her words were a waterfall that pour on your ear and set your blood on fire.

Shuri must feel it.

The light in her office is good enough for you to see the way her eyes darken.

"Really?" you ask, breathless.

Shuri nods. "Yeah."

"And you want me to do that?"

Another nod. "I..." Shuri's hand on your neck lets go of you so her fingers can start playing with the loose strands of hair on your face. "I told you I'd need some time to think about it."

"Of course."

"And when you first told me that..." Shuri's voice trails off, and the silence hooks your brain to the memory in the same instant. Straight to the first time you two allowed the desire brimming to reach the surface and ended up crashing against one another, with desperate lips and even more desperate hands.

"Shuri, please, please—"

"What do you want, love? Tell me. I'll give it to you."

"Shuri."

"I love the way you say my name. Say it again. Who's making you feel good, hm?"

"Shuri."

"Exactly—Bast, you're perfect. Talk to me, love."

"I want—gods, like that, please, please, don't stop—"

"I'm not gonna stop, I don't think I'm ever gonna stop touching you—look at this. Look how wet you get for me. It's my voice, isn't it? You tremble every time I'm too close to you in the lab."

"Yes, yes, yes—"

"I wanna hear what you want."

"I want you. I wanna worship your body, I wanna kiss you all over, I wanna kiss every inch of you so bad. I thought about it. I dreamt about it. I wanna taste you for hours."

She thought about it for a long time.

Shuri let down her walls one by one and invited you in with apprehension, but a hand leading you and never letting go from yours.

"You're so patient with me," she whispers in your mouth.

You kiss the words, wishing you could eat the appreciation and adoration in her eyes at that moment. The taste of her favorite honey mint is still there, and Shuri does that thing with her tongue that makes you want to grind.

When she pulls for air, Shuri licks her swollen lips.

It makes you smile. "I appreciate things that take time," you answer.

"So do I." Shuri swallows thickly, then looks down at your torso. "Griot. Play my favorite song of the moment, please."

The AI responds with, "Certainly, Princess," and Meet Me in Amsterdam by RINI starts playing.

"Ready?" asks Shuri.

You nod.

As someone who was rescued by Dora Milajes from a hidden security vault where they kept scientists that were interrogated in not very nice ways, you could do hard things.

This topped everything.

Nothing compared to Shuri's intoxicating happiness and paired with her curious touch, a lethal combo was made.

You knew you were one of her first partners.

The first woman.

It showed itself in the way she touched you at first, but it still amazes you by the confidence with which she leads anything and everything she conducts with you.

Shuri starts with her mouth on your neck again.

She likes the way you smell, and with the strength of a Panther, she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to adjust your legs on either side of her body.

Taking advantage of the new position, she removes your white lab coat, leaving you in nothing but the black uniform most scientists use in her lab.

Whilst her mouth stays busy trailing a route from your neck, to your ear, to your cleavage, to your collarbones, all the way back to your mouth, her hands keep busy too.

They open up the buttons of your pants.

They run their fingertips on your sensitive thighs until you're grinding down on her hips, biting with full force on your bottom lip, eyes shut close.

It's only when her left-hand sneaks inside your pants and caresses over the hood of your pussy that you realize it—Shuri's humming to herself.

She starts massaging the area right above your clit, stimulating—edging you; the feeling of 'almost there' but not enough taking over you like a heatwave.

The last lines of the song start approaching, and the circular motions you're making with your hips in a now desperate chase of Shuri's fingers are making it harder to keep quiet.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Shuri," it's such a desperate, pathetic whisper, that you feel comforted when she coos at you.

"Shhh, it's ok." Her hand moves up, and then down again, inside your panties. "Is this enough?" it's a weird, shitty angle for her to get access to you, but she reaches your clit—the wet, drenched pool she's created inside you, and you're blessed by a grunt from her.

"Oh, Bast."

"Griot, shut down the sound from here to the outside." The AI replies with of course, Princess, but anything that isn't Shuri is not registering. "I need to eat you out, love."

"Is it out? You turned it off?"

The question's formulated like shit, but she nods with a smile, knowing what you're asking. "No one can hear us now. We have 30 minutes before a mandatory safety check-in, so that means we have until then."

And with those words, Shuri does the thing: she gets up with you in her arms as if you weighed nothing, sits you down on the chair without any effort, and mutters, "Blackout the glass walls, Griot."

"Yes, Princess."

"Just in case," she winks in your direction before dropping your heart to your feet by kneeling down.

It feels so wrong and so perfect at the same time.

"This feels wrong somehow," you laugh.

Shuri laughs too as she spreads your legs to fit her body between them. "You're not even from Wakanda."

"You're still my Princess."

"Never stopped you before on the other times I knelt down for you," Shuri likes to maintain eye contact when she's being a little shit, mostly because she knows you love her grin.

"I thought this the other times too."

"Never said anything why?" she pulls your pants all the way down, but you know she won't do the same with your panties.

"Was shy," you mumble. As you predicted, Shuri only hums and pulls your hips to the edge of the seat. "It feels wrong... and perfect," you confess, feeling hot in more than one place.

"I had a good teacher," Shuri pulls your panties to the side and hums in delight before fixing her gaze on yours. "You know the rule."

"Eyes on you at all times," you echo.

"Good girl," Shuri nods, and she sounds proud. "You did so well last time I let you cum on the first time you asked me. Think you can do that again?"

Desperate, you nod.

Shuri's first lick on your folds comes between a smile.

"Oh."

It's hard not to close your eyes, but you discovered that looking at Shuri is so much better.

At the start, all she has is eyes for you.

She wants to watch the way your mouth parts and is unable to close. She likes to see you coiling in slight embarrassment when her forearms circle your thighs and her fingers can spread your folds open for her tongue to push in deeper.

The louder you moan, the more firmly she dives her face into you.

Shuri never ate pussy before you, and the knowledge that it's you sitting on her perfectly designed office chair, getting your slick and sweat all over her vegan leather seat brings the shaking back to your body.

It's also how she wants more—it's not only about you cumming, she said once. "I want to feel you. Taste you. I want you to feel good. Cumming is just a consequence of that."

You'd never forgotten the words.

When her tongue dips inside for the first time, you're unsure of how to classify the noises you're making, and all you can do is hold onto her hair.

"Feels good?" Shuri asks, with lips and chin glistening under the light. She vibrates her tongue from left to right on top of your clit, making you scream for the first time. You immediately open your eyes when you feel them closed and look down at her because—"that's it, eyes on me, love."

"Do that again," you whine. "Please."

"You're so good at asking for what you want," she praises. "So good."

She complies—Shuri's an instinctive lover. Sometimes, she starts something just by the reaction or the pitches in your voice.

Harder, faster, and slower are instructions she never needed.

Useless for someone as smart and sharp as her.

She vibrates her tongue on your clit again, and it's right when you moan her name, eyes closing for just a moment around how good it feels—"Fuck, fuck, Shuri, oh gods—oh!"

Her fingers enter you, two at the same time, sliding right in with no resistance.

Everything is so wet that not even the filthy sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you make you whine like the last time.

This time, you take her advice and let out anything inside of you, just the way she said she liked it.

Taking the way her eyes are closed shut and she's eating you out with precision and passion, you imagine she's enjoying the sounds, no matter how muffled they must be for her.

Shuri is relentless with both things—her fingers know which spot to hit and massage inside you, and her tongue on your clit is everything you need to be clawing at her head with your foot dipping against her back.

"Shuri," you warn, moaning louder at a particular suck she gives before licking you slowly again, edging you further. "Shuri, I can't—"

She responds by starting to run circles of her tongue around your clit, her fingers buried deep inside you.

"Fuck!"

"Goddamn it, I love the way you sound for me," she says, pulling back for a deep breath. She switches hands and licks her wet fingers before placing the hand on your bare thigh.

"I'm close," you sob when her fingers push inside again.

"Hmmm, good to know."

And she means it—Shuri slows down at that, changing the pace, and fucking you slower.

It should be illegal to have such an ethereal presence on her knees.

A princess.

"Princess—"

Shuri moans with her tongue buried inside of you, and her fingers push harder against the spot inside of you that makes you scream.

It's a silent request—say it again.

"Princess!" Shuri's tongue starts doing the thing from side to side that leaves you all nerves-ending, raw, and begging for more, and you can feel the heat coiling at the bottom of your stomach. "Please. Please! Shuri, can I come?"

A sharp, loud slap on your ass echos in the room, and the scream that follows almost brings you back to earth.

Almost reminds you of where you two are, and the danger of what you're doing.

"Princess, may I come? Please, grant me permission. Please—"

Shuri's eyes fall on yours, and she nods.

It's the only thing you ever need.

When she fucks her tongue deep into you again and moves her fingers in come-hither motions inside of you, it takes nothing more than the same rhythm for a couple of minutes and it crashes on you, hard and making your body tremble.

"Shuri, I'm cumming." It's the only announcement she gets before your legs close around her neck.

You send a silent prayer to thank you for the spirit of the Panther and the strength it gives her because your whole body shakes.

Your thighs squeeze around her head, and you whine, moan, and groan her name as you cum in her mouth.

"Shuri..."

"Shhhhh."

Fuck.

Is there a psychological reason for why you enjoy being shushed by her so much?

"Griot, you can turn the sound back on. Keep the walls in black-out mode, though."

"What?!" you shriek.

Shuri laughs, but doesn't get up from the floor. Instead, she takes her fingers out of you slowly, puts your panties back in place, and pats your legs. "Take your time. I'll get you some water. You can get your kisses. Then we go home."

"I'll let you do the thing you've been telling me you want to do so badly."

Another shiver runs through you.

Shuri sees it, and knows why.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

You nod. "We need to grab something to eat first."

Her smile widens. "Are you telling me we'll need strength?"

"Yes."

"Wow," she laughs. You love the sound of it more than you love a glass of water on a hot day. "Okay. We'll eat, then we'll go home."

"My Princess?"

"Yes, love?"

"Are you my girl too?"

Shuri's smile drops from her lips, but not from her eyes. The shy kiss on the corner of her lips makes you scared of how much love can fit between your ribs—no organ should be able to hold so much, and yet...

"Yes," she replies. She kisses the patch of your skin that's closest to her. "Now let me some clothes on my girl. We have—" she checks her watch. "Oh. Three minutes until mandatory check-in." She looks up with a smile. "Perfect timing," she says, wiping her chin with the sleeve of her coat.

You'll never be able to walk in this office in peace ever again.

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[i-am-in-serious-trouble]

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

[mydairpercabeth]

me if THAT man asked me to burn the world with him:

[thelastharbinger]

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

[bohemian-nights]

Just saw Black Panther and now I can’t stop thinking about Namor and Shuri

[bbxnny-bbxtch]

END ALL TOXIC SHURI FICS

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

[itaintenough]

Me during Okoye fight scene with talokanians while shuri and riri both being unconscious AND GOD HER ARMS? HER ARMS!!!

[giodoodless]

[axailslink]

I'm proud of her

Shuri Udaku x Dora Milaje reader

Summary: Shuri sees your scars from combat with Okoye

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

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

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

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

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

[nexusnyx]

hiii, can u do a shuri x reader? where the reader is depressed or going through a hard time but refuses to tell shuri because of her being queen and protecting Wakanda, until shuri notices.

i'm always a fan of something fluffy and comforting, so i hope you enjoy this. thanks for the prompt <3 | shuri udaku x gn!reader ; WC: 1.3k

Out of all the things that could have tipped her off, it's the banana candy that does it.

Later, Shuri scolds herself for missing all the other tale signs, but ends up accepting that life as Queen comes with that territory—sight overwhelmed by problems that go way beyond the circle that surrounds her as well as her own.

But the thing is—you never refused banana candy. It reminded you of your grandmother, brought you comfort, and ended any slump you felt. Banana candy was by far one of your favorite things on the planet, sans her.

So when you say no to it, Shuri's vision tunnels and all she sees is you.

"Griot, cancel my meetings for today." There is the start of an argument from her AI that is dismissed with a wave of her hand. "What did you just say?" Shuri asks you.

"I said—wait. Why did you cancel your meetings?"

"Love."

How could you ask that?

Now that Shuri stopped putting on her accessories, she takes a good look at you and sees what she probably missed for the past weeks. Maybe longer.

She feels a little sick.

"What's going on?" Shuri kneels on the bed and starts walking your way.

"Nothing's going on," the way you put on a smile paints a much clearer picture of all the pieces she's missing. You place it there as if Shuri is unable to tell the difference between a real smile of yours and your diplomacy. When one of your hands reaches up to pat her cheek, Shuri wants to cry a little bit. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I know you."

It might be the direct way of her speech, but it cracks on the false happiness you're stamping.

You try to shake it away by looking away from her. "I just don't feel like it."

"You don't feel like having fried bananas for breakfast?" Shuri sits down on the bed and wraps both her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her chest. "Really? Because I've known you for five years, and in these five years, you've never said no to that offer."

"I must've said no sometimes," you wonder.

"Nope." She would remember. Shuri might be balancing enough things to feel like a juggler, but the things cataloged in her mind as Y/n Things are always up to date. Or so she thought. "I would remember."

The silence that follows digs a little hole in her chest.

Then, Shuri feels you snuggling against her body. "You shouldn't have canceled your whole day, Shuri," you whisper.

Eyes still cast forward. Voice small.

"Baby." Shuri waits for your eyes on her, but when they don't come, she uses her strength. "Hey, let me tell you a secret."

Picking you up by your arms to maneuver your legs on either side of her is effortless. As always, you go willingly.

"Are you paying close attention?" her voice drops to a whisper.

In a blink, your whole focus is hers. Shuri waits for your little nod. First, you adjust your hips, making yourself comfortable on her. There's something intoxicating about the touch of your skin early in the morning—Shuri still bites her tongue at the tiny details she notices and missed all of these days, so busy with things that are nothing in comparison to what sits on her lap right now.

With your arms laid comfortably on her shoulders, you nod.

Shuri nods back. "When I first took the herb, I told everyone I didn't see anyone in the Spirit Realm."

The words drape the whole room in a thick, velvety blanket.

Your body stills, and Shuri breathes in deeply before continuing.

"And you did?"

Shuri nods. The memories start flashing in her mind.

As if sensing her distress, your fingers start rubbing on the nape of her neck. In return, Shuri starts rubbing circles on your thighs.

"I saw Killmonger."

The silence makes your small, but sharp intake of breath sound louder than it is.

"At first, I didn't understand why."

It took her months to accept it. To be able to think about it.

"I fought it," Shuri notes that her eyes closed only when she feels your breath on her cheek. "Then... I had to think about it." I never thought I'd talk about this. "Analyze it. It took me some time, and... a lot of effort on Dr. Rini's part, but... I understood why."

When her eyes open, Shuri is blinded by you.

The thick aura of your hair all around her, the beauty she loves so deeply, the warmth that seeps from your heart.

"Do you know I'm telling you this?"

You shake your head.

"Because after that moment, I swore up and down I was alone."

"No."

The instinctive response brings a smile to her face. "I know." Shuri leans to press a kiss to your lips. "I know, love."

Although you denied the banana offer, there is one thing that Shuri always counted on that proves to remain true—it soothes her heart and the nerves that were open and raw when she realized the neglect she's been committing, but Shuri tries to keep her head afloat through it.

Her kisses are always for taking.

You never accept just one. Shuri leans in for reassurance, but when her lips touch yours, there's the dance she loves and lives for—the feeling of sea motion of when you pull back, then lean forward again to capture her just once more, to taste her for a second longer.

You might not be okay, but Shuri can still reach you.

Still feel you.

Eventually, you pull back a couple of inches, resting your forehead on her temple. "I'm sorry, darling."

Your arms tighten around her neck. "For what? You did nothing wrong."

"I didn't notice my most precious love isn't okay. That's something."

"Shuri—"

"It's okay," she reassures. "I know you understand. But I'm sorry still."

Your face hides in the crook of her neck, and she waits.

"I have a lot on my mind," you whisper after a minute.

"We can talk about it."

"You're really gonna spend the whole day here?"

Shuri would give up anything for that smile of yours. Seeing you pull back just enough to show her your happiness is reward enough for everything she'll hear from her Council in the morning.

She nods. "We can talk about anything. I'll cook for you—"

You laugh, "Please don't."

"—or maybe you'll cook,"

"Sounds a lot better."

"And we can go to your favorite places," this time, it's her who hides in your breasts, groaning a little. "I can go to my favorite places," she hints suggestively.

Above her, there's a giggle.

"I think I'm still dreaming," you whisper.

Shuri shakes her head right where she is, and her hands come alive when she's overwhelmed by the smell of your lotion, of you. "No dreams here," with one hand holding you by your lower back, Shuri gets up with you in her arms still. "C'mon. I'm gonna do the one thing I know in the kitchen and cook us breakfast."

"Okay," it's so goddamn soft, and Shuri nibbles on your collarbone.

She places a kiss before looking up. "You'll talk to me? Hm?"

You nod, smile blossoming like a morning flower. "Yeah."

"Good." She sighs in relief. "So let me try this again: d'you want fried bananas, a vitamin, and me for breakfast?"

Your smile is blinding.

"Yes, yes, and yes please."

Whatever troubles you, Shuri will get to the bottom of it today. If it's within her reach, it'll be fixed by the end of the night. If not, she will have a long-term plan to be by your side as you figure it out.

Meanwhile, she needs to learn how to always have an eye on you, always.

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[namor-shuri]

“They are your celebrity crushes?”

Yeah 🤭

“Look at the screen.”

That’s mine 🥴

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

Imma stick beside ‘em 😌

[wenellyb]

I'm sorry but Shuri is the only sane person in the entire movie:

Ramonda declared War to the Talokan nation without a backup plan.

Namor kidnapped the Princess of Wakanda, forgot it was a kidnapping halfway through and took her on a touristic tour without thinking about the consequences. How did he even think for a second things would run smoothly?

Nakia killed a lady guard and refused to listen to Shuri when she asked her for the kimoyo beads.

M'Baku thought he could beat Namor with his stick and came to a council meeting with a carrot.

Attuma became obsessed with Okoye the minute he met her. Man, I don't know if you've noticed but you have a job, you need to focus.

Riri casually built a vibranium detecting machine and thought she would stay trouble-free

Ayo works with her girlfriend.

Shuri is the only one with some common sense left. She tried to reason with Namor, told him they should find a peaceful solution and then when she wanted to attack him, actually had a plan and a backup plan in case the first plan failed.

All the other characters are incompetent. Lovely, adorable, but incompetent. *This doesn't apply to Namora, she has never done anything wrong in her life ever.

[autodiscipline]

Eliphas Levi, 1999

[yelenadelova]

Some ShuRiri headcanons because I watched Wakanda Forever and fell in love with these two being science girlfriends

Okoye is super overprotective. She is constantly reminding Riri of all the things she’d do if she ever hurt Shuri. Although she wouldn’t admit it right away Okoye really does love Riri and is glad Shuri found her.

Really all of the Dora Milaje are protective of Shuri. Shuri finally told them to lay off when she noticed several members of the dora milaje would always conveniently be present at whatever restaurant or place Shuri and Riri went on their dates.

Shuri is a clothes stealer. She is always stealing Riri’s hoodies and sweatpants claiming they’re more comfy than her own. Riri claims to be annoyed by it but she loves the way Shuri looks in her clothes.

They are constantly arguing over who gets to drive. They usually come up with some silly game like rock paper scissors to settle who will drive for the night,

They both have super fucked up sleep schedules. They spend a lot of long nights together in the lab fueled entirely by loud music and caffeine. When they make a breakthrough they usually celebrate by sleeping in late and eating brunch in bed.

While they enjoy going out their favorite dates consist of staying in and playing video games together. They’re both quite competitive and take Mario Kart extremely seriously.

Shuri is super nervous to meet Riri’s family. Like she is more nervous for the “meet the parents” dinner than she has ever been for an important political event. She spends weeks finding the right outfit and practices conversation topics. They (of course) love her and are still slightly perplexed about how Riri came to be dating Wakandan royalty.

Shuri loves using her Black Panther strength to give Riri piggyback rides and carry her to bed when she falls asleep in the workshop.

[multongsisig]

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