Brain-Break
ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader
“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”
Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”
Warnings: Explicit language, implied smut, fluff
Word count: 2.8k+
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Songs featured:
In My Feelings by Drake
Heartbreak Anniversary by GIVEON
Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion
Look at Me Now by Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne and Busta Rhymes
The end of the day and arrival of the weekend put an extra pep in your step. No more crying babies, no more poop-filled diapers. Nothing but you and your girls, at least for the next two days.
“Princess Y/N has arrived,” the AI booms through the lab as the doors part for you.
Shuri’s head shot up from her work area. “Y/n? Mholweni, standwa (Hello, my love), but what are you doing here?”
Riri glances up to steal a peek at the large digital clock displayed over your head, above the doors.
Her soldering iron falls from her grip and clanks against the steel floors. “Shit, Shuri, it’s already 4.”
“Mhm,” you hum as you glide over to pick up the tool for Riri before she hurt herself. Placing it in her hands and a peck upon her cheek, you settle atop the empty desk stationed across from the frazzled girls. “We’ve got a dinner reservation in about an hour, my loves. Did you forget?”
Riri’s head shakes so hard, you wouldn’t be surprised if the small girl had made herself dizzy. “Nah, ma, we’d never forget you. We just got caught up.”
The Queen echos a similar response, “These suit modifications have been kicking our ass and Okoye will be here any minute expecting them to be done.”
Their eyes were overflowing, sadness and exhaustion filling their beautiful, brown orbs. Riri spoke up, “Baby, we’re gonna miss our reservation if we don’t hurry-”
Tears threatened to spill, the frustrations clearly taking a toll on her usually clear mind. “Shh, intombi yam (my girl). Don’t worry about the reservations. What can I do to help?”
“Can you solder the mechanical bond on point C2 to the electrical bond on point D5?” Shuri asks, completely serious.
“... what else can I do to help?”
Your hesitation brought forth a laugh from both girls and with their shared laughter, you notice some of their worries wash away. “Just sit here and look pretty?” the taller girl suggests instead.
“That I can do.”
Settling back onto your place on the barren desk, Shuri and Riri fall back into their routine, muttering instructions to one another that sound like a foreign language to you. Other than the whirring of their tools and their sometimes whispered voices, the lab space is very quiet. Much too quiet for you, having spent all day babbling with babies who have yet to develop their speaking skills.
An exasperated scream falls from Riri’s lips, echoing and bouncing off the walls in the mute room. “I don’t know Shuri, baby. This shit is feeling pretty impossible.”
Shuri’s eyes roll at Riri’s dramatics. “Sthandwa, cwaka (My love, hush). You know better than to scream like that in here. Someone could’ve been startled; dropped something and gotten hurt.”
“It’s only us in here.”
“Okay, I could have been startled, dropped something, and gotten hurt.”
Annoyance fills Shuri’s words and you can tell the two geniuses are moments away from snapping at one another.
“Okay, my loves,” you say, jumping from the table, pulling the girls attention away from one another and onto you.
Two quick steps later, you’re standing next to Shuri, rubbing the small of her back to calm her. “It sounds like its time for a Brain-Break.”
“A what?” she sighs, leaning into your touch.
“A Brain-Break. It is something I have taught the older children at the daycare. You are too focused on the task at hand; your mind is too clouded. Give your brain a break”
Riri smiles at your attempt to relieve some of their stress and opens her mouth to oblige, but Shuri beats her to speaking. “Thank you, usana, but we don’t have time for a Brain-Break. We barely have time for a pee break.”
Shuri would spend all day cooped up in this lab, giving in to the pressure and have no problem with it. Riri, on the other hand, for sure needed that break.
Walking over to the smaller girl, you rubbed your digits up her back, slowly and gently. “Griot,” your voice rang out.
“Yes, Princess?”
“Would you shuffle through my playlist, please?”
“Yes, Princess.”
Bass blasts through the speakers, and Shuri looks up at you, bewildered. “Y/n,” she started.
“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”
Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”
Trap,
Trap Money Benny
This shit got me in my feelings
Gotta be real with it,
Yup
Iron Heart is already swaying to the lyrics, still beneath your touch. A pained smile crosses your face, knowing your girl is going to crack under the pressure if she doesn’t get a Brain-Break.
“Riri, do you love me?” you rap out to the unsuspecting girl, earning a grin that dominates all of her features.
“Are you riding? Say you’ll never, ever leave from beside me, cuz I want ya, and I need ya, and I’m down for you always.”
You extend your hand to the other love of your life, who’s got her head down, trying so hard to ignore your antics. “Shuri, do you love me? Are you riding? Say you’ll never, ever leave from beside me, cuz I want ya, and I need ya, and I’m down for you always.”
Riri releases the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard, but Shuri’s harsh gasp pulls you away from it. “Y/n, where are your kimoyo beads?”
The lyrics continue to wash by, unsaid, as you share Shuri’s gaze. “Huh,” you say dismissively. “I must have left them at the daycare.”
“Left them at- Usana (Baby), why were they off to begin with?”
A shrug from you appalls the girl even further. “The babies like to teeth on them. I take it off and put them in my desk so they can not get to it. I must have forgotten it there.”
The curls hanging from the queen’s scalp bounce as her head sways at your words. “My hard work, hand-crafted, engineering genius-” Now its Riri who rolls her eyes at Shuri’s dramatics. “-reduced to a teething toy for tots?”
Before you have time to respond, Shuri stands upright, rising to her full height, and heads for the exit. “I am going to retrieve them. Riri, usana (baby), keep working. Please?”
She’s gone before either of you answer. Turning towards your girl, excitement oozing from your features, you pull her body in close to yours. “Ready for that Brain-Break?”
Riri relaxes in your hold. “Y/n, I know you just heard Shuri tell me to keep working.”
“Genius yam entle (My beautiful genius),” you saw lowly, with a kiss to her nose. “She is taking a break, and so must you.”
Shuri returns to the lab, your kimoyo bracelet in hand. The music blasting through the space greet her before the doors even open. “Queen Shu-” Griot attempts.
“Quiet, Griot,” Her Majesty speaks out, eyes blessed with the sight before her.
You and Riri are performing the final lyrics as the song comes to an end. “Cuz I remember every time, on these days that feel like you and me. Heartbreak anniversary, do you ever think of me?” belts out of the two of you, slightly off-key.
Both of you are still unbeknownst to your audience when Griot announces the next song.
“Shit, baby, this is my song!” Riri has completely abandoned the work before her as Megan’s explicits roar.
Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit,
Riri takes it upon herself to MC this one, while you’ve taken up the role of dancer.
Bent over and obeying the words of Megan herself, Riri claps her hand against your backside, smacking your bouncing cheeks to the beat.
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then the bitch get toxic,
Why the fuck you in the club with niggas wildin?
The sound of laughter pulls you and Riri from your facade concert. Shuri is still standing at the entrance, chuckling at the sight of her girls. “Riri, I thought you were helping me!” she accuses as she struts over. “Y/n, since when can you get down like that?”
She’s messmorized at the display that was just before her. “What is going on?”
Your shrug mirrors Riri’s. “Brain-Break,” you answer in unison.
“This is a Brain-Break? If I knew there’d be ass thrown, I would have agreed the first time.”
The grin that adorns your face is too bright to be hidden. “So, you’re agreeing now?”
Shuri shakes her head in defeat. “I’m agreeing to one song. Then we really have to finish this work.”
Griot announces the next song, and the queen shrinks into herself. “Not this one. I can not perform this song.”
Her cries are ignored. “I call Wayne,” you shout, knowing Riri was going to try to fight you for it.
“That’s not fair! I should get Lil Wayne!”
“I already called him, usana (baby).”
“He’s American, I’m American. I want Wayne’s part,” the thrown girl whines.
“Riri, they’re all American.”
An eyeroll is all you get in response as she turns to Shuri. “Ma, you got Busta’s part? I want Chris if I can’t have Wayne.” A side-eye dedicated to you accompanies her words.
“Bast no, I can not do Busta Rhyme’s part! I don’t have the lung capacity for that!”
A devilish smirk appears on Riri’s gorgeous face. “You had the lung capacity last night when you were between y/n’s-”
The song starting cuts off Riri’s words as a deep blush rises on Shuri’s cheeks.
I don’t see how you can hate from outside the club. You can’t even get in.
Shuri is still looking for a way to escape her impending doom when Riri reaches for the wrench abandoned on their work station, though it is a wrench no more. It’s now her microphone as the embodiment of Christopher Maurice Brown washes over her.
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin’
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
She flicks the curls hanging in Shuri’s face.
Yeah, yeah
That shit looks like a toupee
Shuri’s jaw falls, her mouth agape at Riri’s/Chris’s words and the giggle that escapes earns you another side-eye.
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies Love me, I’m on my Cool J
“Wait,” the Wakandan royal mutters. “Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J… LL Cool J… Is that what the LL stands for?”
Now it’s your mouth that hangs open. “Shuri, my love, there is no way you are figuring this out just now. Like right now.”
Her gaze at you is bashful and embarrassed. “Shuri,” you cry out, engulfed by the laughter that is shaking your body.
Before the queen can respond, Riri jumps up, landing hard on the empty table. It wobbles beneath her, though her voice and poise are as steady as ever.
I ain’t really mean to say on my dick,
But since we talking about my dick,
All of you haters say hi to it
Her free hand rests on the crotch of her jeans and that’s when you notice it. Shuri’s obviously noticed as well as her disbelief rings in your ears. “Are you wearing your strap?!”
With a ‘mic’ drop, Riri’s demeanor relaxes. “Not important right now, babe. It’s your turn.”
Slowly, Shuri reaches for the disregarded tool and holds it to her lips. Her deep breath echoes as though she held a real microphone. “Okay,” she says to herself, allowing an awkward bob and sway to move her lanky limbs. A whole beat behind, she starts, “Cuz I’m feening and I’m running and I’m feening like ah, got away, get away and away and I won’t stop, cuz you know I got to win everyday, everyday, day.”
The laughter takes over before you can stop it and you meet the ground, unable to stand on your unsteady legs. Riri’s laughter chimes out as well.
Griot calls out, “No, my Queen, it’s Cuz I’m feeling like I’m running and I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away. Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop, cuz you know I gotta win every day, day, day-”
Your laughter hits you harder, “Even the damn AI knows it.” Tears stream down your cheeks as Riri holds onto the table to steady herself.
“Shut up, Griot,” Shuri retorts. To you, she says “I told you two I couldn’t do this part.”
Riri stands, walking bent over to a disappointed royal. “I got you baby.”
She grabs the wrench from Shuri’s grip then holds out her hand, “Tag me in, ma.”
“Tag you in? This isn’t wrestling, Ri-”
Riri’s bouncing with giddy now, shaking her outstretched hand in Shuri’s face. “Tag me in!”
It takes another eye roll and shake of her head before Shuri finally taps the excited girl’s hand. “Yes!” Riri hisses, climbing back onto the table.
And I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east, and I’m banging in the west
Riri’s performance plays out once again as she thumps upon her sternum, first facing left, then right.
The lab doors open and close again, though none of you notice. Okoye enters, eyes raising at the scene before her. “Gener-” Griot attempts to do what he was programmed to do, but Okoye silences him, wanting to remain undetected for just a while longer.
Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it, have it!
Finishing up her encore, Riri reaches down towards you, offering a hand to help you onto the unstable ‘stage’.
Griot has taken to the ‘Look at me now’s’ stringing off in the background and Riri claps your hand, once, twice, three times. “I’m tagging you in, baby.”
Shuri releases a laugh, amused by the two of you, and in the background, Okoye does the same.
You reach up to release the bun from your head, shaking loose your curls as they hang around your face in the same way Lil Wayne’s locs hang in his.
Man, fuck these bitch ass niggas,
Shuri cringes at the explicits rolling off your tongue so easily and Okoye raises a brow, having never heard her princess exhale a single cuss word, let alone three in a row.
How yall doing?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges
Riri is still standing on the table with you, your movements combined, swaying the thing. “Get down, standwas (my loves). I am not fixing either of you up tonight if you get hurt. I already have a bunch of work to do,” Shuri begs, calculating in her head whether or not she’ll be able to catch the both of you if you were to fall.
I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak
My girlfriend a freak like Cirque du Soleil
You change the lyric a bit as your hand snakes around Riri’s waist, pulling her in close, eyes dropping to the strap that you hadn’t forgotten about. She blushes under your gaze.
Shuri catches your line of vision and traces it to Riri’s pants. “Oh yeah, intliziyo encinci (little heart), you gonna tell us why you’re so casually strapped up at-” she turns her head to peek at the clock and catches sight of Okoye, finally stepping out of the background, dragging a slow clap with her.
“Ikaka (Shit),” Shuri whispers.
“Shit,” Riri repeats, dropping your hand from her waist and climbing down from the table.
“Mm,” Okoye hums before speaking. “A really… delightful show your majesties.” A smirk is hidden behind her stonic appearance.
“Y/n,” she calls out to you as the smile breaks. “I feel as though I should wash your mouth out with soap.”
A sheepish chuckle vibrates from you. “Yeah, you probably should.”
“Small girl,” She’s addressing Riri this time, eyes trailing up and down her body. No doubt, she’d been here long enough to hear your conversation about Riri’s strap. “I’m choosing not to speak about this, to save us both the embarrassment.”
Riri just nods as Shuri attempts to mask her laughter with a cough. Okoye turns towards her queen slowly, smile no longer present.
“Shuri,” she acknowledges.
“Hm?” the Queen asks, lips tucked thin in a straight line.
“Have you finished the modifications for the Midnight Angel suit?”
Silence follows, everyone quiet, the music having been cut short minutes ago.
Laughter erupts, filling the space. The beautiful sound is coming from Riri who is laughing so hard, tears spill from her tightly shut lids. Her amusement is contagious, spreading to you next, then to Shuri herself.
“Shit,” the royal gasps.
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