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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years

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Imagine being Shuri's older sister and Namor asking you to marry him

Warning: Spoilers for Wakanda Forever

The first time you saw him you swore that you were hallucinating from ocean water poisoning or something. If that was even a thing you had fell asleep on one of the more isolated beaches in Wakanda, after spending the entire day. Learning how to better wield your elemental powers and when night fell. You were way too tired to trek back home plus it was nice to just sit and really enjoy nature. Before you knew it you were gone in deep slumber, but sometime in the middle of the night. The sound of waves crashing up against each other as if the ocean was raging a war against itself woke you. And when your eyes opened to the night sky there was a figure hovering above you masked by the night.

That made you come to your senses pretty quickly, and you sat up rubbing your eyes. But the figure was gone when you checked back to see what or who it was. So you kept the encounter to yourself thinking no one would believe you. Besides your country had more important things to worry about like the increasing attacks on the Wakandan Outreach centers. The last thing your mother needed was to believe her eldest daughter was losing her mind. She would probably think it was your way of trying to deal with T'Challa's death. While you hadn't locked yourself away in your room, or thrown yourself into work. Like your little sister Shuri had spent the past year doing doesn't mean you were faring any better than her. You spent most of your days either on that same beach, or out in the wild connecting with nature.

It wasn't just about learning control over your newfound abilities that didn't surface until. After the Battle of Thanos, but it was also your way of feeling T'Challa's presence. He was the only one who know about your powers, because you didn't know who else to turn to. When a mission with the War-dogs went wrong, and finding yourself cornered without a weapon. Something in you was awakened and next thing you knew the area surrounding you was on fire. You called out to the flames pleading for them to disappear, before the forest was completely burned down. And just like that the fire went away confirming that it was your doing. He promised to keep your secret, and help you train until you were ready to come forward.

The second time you saw him proved your hallucination theory wrong. Because this time you weren't half-asleep when he came nor was you alone. Romanda and Shuri were present as well when he rose from the water. You nearly forgot that your mother and sister had no knowledge of your powers. At the sight of this man with wings on his ankles flying over to where all of you were trying to hold a grieving ceremony for your deceased brother. You placed yourself between him, and your family.

He tilted his head to the side with a teasing smirk on his face. There was a look in his eyes as if he knew exactly who you were and what you could do. You knew right then that night wasn't a hallucination and he was the figure you saw in the sky. Which meant he did know you.

The next day while Queen Romanda met up with the Council to see what plan of action should they take, and Shuri studied the machine to see if it really could detect vibranium. You managed to sneak off back to the beach alone. As if he could sense your presence his head appeared above the water. When you walked over to take a seat in the sand close enough to where the water would kiss your bare feet. Namor needed no invitation to know you wanted to talk to him, and made his way out of the water to join you. His shoulders brushed up against yours as he took a seat beside you. You pulled away shivering at the small amount of contact.

He gave you a devilish grin showing his perfect teeth. "Don't worry mi amour I mean you no harm would you be here if you thought I did?"

"I'm here because I want to put an end to this before it even starts." You told him looking out at the waves.

"And exactly what are trying to prevent?" He asked you.

"A war" You said turning your head to look him in the eyes. You wanted to see them soften and assure he didn't want that. But all you saw was the truth and his conviction.

"As long as your mother upholds her end of the deal and hand over the scientist. Wakanda will be fine but I can't say the same for the rest of the world" Namor said.

"Where does the hate come from?"

"The surface love has never shown any love for me or my people. So why would I have anything else for them except hate?" He shot back.

"The world doesn't even that you and your people exist raging a war is a hell of a way to bring your existence to the light." You arched an eyebrow at him.

"If Wakanda refuses to turn over the scientist like I predict you will. Then it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the world discovers us, and we both know they wouldn't leave us be. I mean look at the way they try to bring Wakanda down for your resources." Namor told you giving a look daring you to challenge him.

As much as you hated to admit it deep down you knew he was right. Your mother nor your sister would turn over a innocent person to Namor to be killed. For simply being too smart and creating the vibranium detector. If anything they would attempt to keep the scientist in Wakanda permanently to prevent them from building another one.

"You know there is another way to get what you want" Namor said bringing you out of train of thought.

You blinked and nearly fell back at the sight of him leaning in so close. You could his breath on your face. "And exactly what do I want?"

"Peace" he answered.

You nodded at him and continued. "How do you propose we get that?

"A formal alliance between Wakanda and Talokan a bond that your country cannot defy."

You had a feeling you knew what kind of bond he was talking about, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth. "What kind of alliance?"

Namor gave you that grin again sending chills down your spine. "The purest one of them all." He paused to move his lips to your ear "a marriage."

"Who would marry?" your voice quivered a little bit making him chuckle.

"Oh mi amour you know you're the only one in Wakanda worthy of my love. I saw you that night on this very beach commanding the water, and other times before that bending nature to your very will. You would make the perfect wife and queen to Talokan."

You jerked back away from him with a worried and surprised look mixing into one on your face. Namor chuckled again raising a hand to cup your cheek.

"What do you say Princess? Will you be my queen?"

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desswright29 · 10 months

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Half Crazy (Prologue)

A/N: Alrighty! Here’s a prologue for a new series I’m starting called “Half Crazy”! Hope you guys Enjoy!! This one’s gonna get messy

Pairing: Shuri/Reader/Riri

Contains: Angst!

“Y/n! I don’t want to do this right now. Let it go!”

“Shuri. I just want to spend time with you. It’s starting to feel like I have to schedule an appointment just to spend time with my own wife! Can you please just be with me tonight.” You stood with tears in your eyes, in the living room of your shared home with your wife of two years. Knowing if you let her walk out of that door now, you’d more than likely lose her forever. Over the past few months, you watched her slowly lose interest, or gain interest you could say. Only it wasn’t in you. It was the Engineer Ms. Riri Williams. She’d made an impact on your wife even before Shuri had laid eyes on her pretty little face, and big brown eyes. ‘You should see this thing sthandwa! It’s remarkable! Who new such simple parts could form such complexity!’ She’d ranted and raved about going to find this genius. Shuri had risked life and limb for that woman. She’d rushed you off to safety when the Talokanil invaded Wakanda, and fought side by side with Riri.

They formed an easy bond and honestly would make a striking couple. But Shuri was yours. The one you’d loved since you could understand the feeling. The one you’d married. The one who had been working tirelessly to create a way to combine your love and dna into a little human being that you both could cherish and pour your undying love into. Except, that love did indeed seem to be dying. However, you’d loved her since you were young and once, she’d loved you too. “Riri is already waiting on me in the lab.”

“I don’t give a fuck! Cancel!” Shuri took a step back puzzled. “Ucinga uthetha bani Y/n (Who do you think you are speaking to Y/n?)” Never had either of you cursed at the other in the years you’d been together. It was a last resort. A cry for help. You were begging for so much more than her to stay home. You were begging to remain in her heart. Lip trembling you looked into her eyes. They seemed distant. “Please Shuri. Just I-I just need you tonight.” Something changed and her eyes for the first time in the past hour, really focused on you. Walking toward you she grabbed you by the waist pulling you into her strong body. “Ubusi, there are things I need to get done. I’ve sent for Riri because I need her assistance. I must greet her, and get started on our project. I am not abondoning you Sthandwa. I will be home later tonight and I can make it up to you in the morning, I promise.” Gently lifting your chin she presses a light kiss to your lips. Closing your eyes you savored it, basking in the softness of her lips, allowing it to linger as you bent to Shuri’s will.

“Uyathembisa (You promise).” You whisper. “Ndiyathembisa (I promise). Allowing yourself to feel safe in her promise, you stepped back from her. Giving her the space to leave without push back from you. With one more peck on the forehead she turns to walk towards the door. “Shuri” you call out. Stopping to turn toward you her eyebrow lifts in question. “I love you.” A statement, and final plea. A prayer that your love would be enough to stop her heart from moving forward. A small smile spread onto your wife’s beautiful face before she responds. “I love you too, mfazi wam omhle. (My beautiful wife)” You smile, as she walks out of the door, shutting it behind her. In your heart you knew, nothing after today would ever be the same.

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kamaluhkhan · 1 year

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i'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain)

pairing: shuri x fem!reader

summary: being an avenger doesn't leave you much time for college life (let alone a girlfriend), you and gwen stacy accidentally show up to a halloween party in a couple's costume, and shuri is determined to prove who you really belong to.

warnings: allusions to PTSD and death, mentions of alcohol and partying and smut - fingering (both shuri and reader receiving), oral (shuri receiving), thigh riding....

song inspo: "thats what i want" by lil nas x

a/n: hello!! this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr and im so nervous but very excited because shuri has been on my mind for the longest time. reader is an avenger in her senior year of college and best friends/roommates with peter parker. this is set before black panther: wakanda forever, and after endgame but some things are different (the blip was only a year, steve and tony both died in the final battle with thanos). anyways, please enjoy!!

before the blip, you had the whole work/life/superhero thing (mostly) down to a science. now, everyone was still processing the absolute mindfuck of half the universe being snapped away by a mad titan, only to be returned by a group of heroes one year later.

in the midst of it all, the girl you'd travelled across time and space for somehow ended up low on your priority list, but you found comfort in the fact that it was mutual. you were busy in new york, with college (senior year was kicking your ass) and avengers work (trying to keep the city safe with half the team gone and the others scattered across the universe was exhausting) and your internship at oscorp (basically unpaid labor, but you needed the credit to graduate). shuri spent most of her time catching up on what she missed, working on scientific and technological developments in wakanda whenever she wasn't travelling with her brother around the world for united nations or wakandan outreach reasons. there was only so much calling or texting that can be done before your relationship started to feel like an afterthought.

tonight was supposed to change all that.

harry osborn was throwing a 'halloween in january' party. shuri was in new york with t'challa, but she'd promise to keep this night free, and you promised the same. you were looking forward to being surrounded by a crowd of drunk 20-somethings, taking shots, dancing to music that was way too loud, feeling shuri next to you.

normally, you didn't dress up for the holiday - wearing a supersuit all the time kinda takes the novelty away from wearing a costume - but if halloween could be in january, you decided tonight would be the exception. you'd decided on a red lace bralette with a matching vinyl skirt, fishnet stockings, and a headband with devil horns. you didn't normally show this much skin. it was supposed to be a surprise for shuri, and the hope was that the outfit would drive her crazy. you had finished decorating your face with glitter and were about to swipe on some red liquid lipstick when the text signal rang from your phone.

shuri ♡

i won't be able to come to the party tonight - brother wants me to join him at an ambassador's dinner. i'm sorry. love you.

you knew that there had been one too many times when you had done the same to her - needing to attend to your avengers duties instead of spend time together, cancelling at the last minute on plans you were both looking forward to. you would see each other next time one of you happened to be in the same place, which started to feel less and less likely. that was just the way things were. you were fine with it. totally fine.

after you send shuri a quick no worries! i understand, you finish applying your makeup, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to party even if you didn't have your girlfriend by your side.

harry osborn was shirtless, wearing only a red and gold tie, jeans, and round glasses. you were pretty sure peter choked on spit when harry walked up to you, chest sparkling with a mixture of sweat and glitter under the disco lights.

"magic harry potter, right?" you guessed, glimpsing the lazily drawn lightning bolt on his forehead.

harry grinned and did a little spin to show off his costume. "hogwarts student by day, stripper by night," he said, voice strong over the pounding music. he gestured to your outfit, eyes lingering at the top of your bralette. "you look amazing. and you...." he looked peter up and down. "damn."

peter was wearing an earlier model of his spiderman suit. you'd told him it might not be the best costume to wear when he was still very much clinging to the whole secret identity thing. he didn't particularly care, though: apparently, he overheard a certain heir to the oscorp dynasty gush about how hot spiderman must be under the suit, and how much hotter it would be to be tied up by his webs. needless to say, by the way harry looks equally entranced by peter as peter is by him, your guess is that his eavesdropping paid off.

"come on parker, let's dance." harry didn't wait for an answer, only pushed through the crowd of people. he turned around and locked eyes with peter, a flirtatious grin on his face. you spotted a bar in the corner, and bartenders dressed up as various halloween creatures who walked around with trays of bright neon shot glasses. when a skeleton offered you some, you grabbed a few before they moved on to a trio dressed up as the powerpuff girls.

"i don't have to go if -"

"go," you interrupted, handing peter one of the drinks in your hand. "one of us should get laid tonight."

even though the flashing multicolored lights made it difficult to know for sure, you guessed that peter was blushing. you clinked glasses, downed the shots. peter kissed your cheek.

"love you!" he said before disappearing into the crowd to find his wizard with shining abs.

you smiled, and made your way to the bar. next to the bar was a table of halloween themed snacks - candy, sugar cookies in the shape of ghosts, orange cupcakes and more - so you popped a few pieces of candy corn into your mouth before ordering a drink. you took another jello shot while you waited, this one sweeter than the last and neon green. looking around the room, you were impress by how decorated it was: orange string lights, pumpkins, ghosts and bats floating from the ceiling. you wouldn't have guessed that harry osborn would be into this kind of thing, assuming that he was a trust fund kid used to parties at yacht clubs, but as "monster mash" played through the speakers, you had to admit you were pleasantly surprised.

you scanned the room to see if there was anyone you recognized. you spotted a mermaid making out with a pink power ranger; a group of fairies doing body shots; someone wearing a zombie captain america costume (steve rogers version) and another in a zombie iron man suit, both of which felt more than a little insensitive. it hadn't even been a year since they were gone, and you didn't need the reminder. you glared at the zombies from across the room, and the captain america actually noticed you, offering some sort of awkward salute, like you were a war hero. somehow, that made everything worse and the room suddenly felt suffocating and you just needed some air -

that was how you found yourself on the balcony, overlooking the manhattan skyline. there were heaters outside, thank the gods, so it wasn't too cold. you could still hear the chaos of the party from behind the glass doors, but other than that you were alone - or so you thought.

"you look hot."

you turn around to see gwen stacy in all her glory, wearing an almost perfect replica of claire danes' angel costume from romeo + juliet. the two of you were co-workers more than friends, both working at oscorp along with peter and harry, but it was comforting to see a familiar face.

"and you look amazing," you complimented.

"here, you looked like you might need this." she handed you a sugar cookie decorated with orange frosting and black sprinkles, which you gratefully accepted.

you split it in half, handing one back to gwen before devouring your own. you washed it down with the neon orange drink you'd ordered earlier, before offering a sip to gwen.

"god, is that --"

"vodka and orange crush," you explained. "apparently harry osborn likes to color coordinate his parties like he does his lab notes. at least this makes sense."

gwen laughed, angelic and carefree. "you wanna go back inside? i've always wanted to dance with the devil, and i was hoping this would be my lucky night."

you'd been around long enough to know that gwen was flirting with you and even if you were totally, completely committed and in love with a certain wakandan, you were feeling a little tipsy (probably more from sugar than alcohol, it was hard to tell), and it felt nice to be complimented, to be noticed, to be touched. so, you let gwen lead you to the dance floor, your bodies close together. you let her flirt with you, and maybe flirted a bit with her back. you let people compliment your accidental couples' costume. you weren't sure how long passed, after a while you heard your name being called over the sound of "somebody's watching me" by rockwell. ironic, you knew.

instantly, you recognized the familiar accent and lilt of her voice. you turned around to see shuri, wearing a black satin suit lined with dark burgundy, the shirt underneath long gone, revealing only a black lace bra and a gold body chain and gods she looked so fucking hot right now, it felt like your entire body was on vibrate.

"shuri!" you exclaimed, voice an octave higher than usual, a little thrown off by her sudden appearance. "um, this is gwen."

"hey! it's nice to meet you. i like your vampire costume --"

"i'm not a vampire," shuri interrupted gwen before dragging you to the bar. she leaned against the counter and ordered a whiskey, draining it in one sip before practically slamming the glass back down. "what in bast's name was that?"

"we were dancing," you explained.

"it looked like the two of you were about to rip each other's clothes off," shuri snapped. "i didn't realize that was how you danced in america."

you bristled. shuri was the one who ditched you tonight, and now she was mad at you? "it's a party. we were just having fun. you're overreacting!"

"i showed up to surprise you, but maybe you'd rather go to bed with that angel over there."

"that's bullshit."

"no, what's bullshit is me walking in on my girlfriend grinding on someone else while wearing this outfit." her eyes grazed your body dangerously, and from the clench in her jaw you could tell she had to restrain herself. "so don't pretend you need me here. it seems like there are other girls you'd like to fuck instead."

shuri ordered another drink, but before it arrived, you dragged her to the nearest bathroom. one of the zombie avengers from before - iron man - was about to enter, but you beat them to it, effectively closing and locking to door behind you. you ignored the subsequent banging on the door. harry's apartment was huge; you were sure there was at least one more bathroom, and you couldn't bring yourself to care about whether that asshole got a uti or not.

while shuri remained standing, pacing back and forth on the marble floor, you leaned against the counter, watching her.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked, arms crossed over your chest. "you walk in here accusing me of what - wanting to cheat on you? do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"you have to admit, it couldn't have looked good from where i was standing. you grinding on some blonde girl, wearing a couple's costume. don't think i didn't notice that, too."

your cheeks felt warm, knowing that shuri might have a point. "in my defense, the costumes were a coincidence and the grinding.... maybe that was less of a coincidence," you admit. you walk over to shuri, placing your hands on her cheeks to get her to finally look you in the eye. she gently pushed you away, looking down instead, but stayed in front of you. "look, i get that it probably looked like --"

"like you wanted to have gwen's babies."

you took shuri's humor as a good sign, continuing with a soft smile on your face. "please know that i'm 110% committed to you. i would never want to do anything to make you think otherwise. but...i'm not going to apologize for dancing, and having fun, because shit's been....fuck, shuri, it's been hard."

"you don't think it's been hard for me, too?" she scoffed, finally meeting your gaze. "i was gone for an entire year, and the world just moved on, and - and maybe it doesn't need me anymore. maybe you don't -- " she let the words get caught in your throat, and she broke away from your gaze once more.

oh.

what you thought was a burst of jealousy was actually...something else.

"hey." you take her chin between your thumb and your index finger, turning her head to look at you. "hey. i don't care how many dates either of us miss, how many oceans or time zones separate us, you are my person and i'm yours, okay? i will always need you." you moved to drape your arms around her neck, and she instinctively grabbed your hips, hands dangerously close to your ass. your bare torsos touched, the cool metal of her body chain brushing against you and sending shivers throughout your body.

you could tell that her eyes were slightly glazed over, and wondered if she was about to cry. your heart ached as you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if to let her know: i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

she didn't say anything, but instead closed the gap between your lips. it was such a rush kissing her, after all this time. her lips tasted like whiskey, mixed with sugar from the candy you'd been eating. when you pulled apart you felt dizzy.

"shuri." you whimpered. she lowered her head to the side of your jaw, placing a kiss just below your ear before whispering:

"tell me what you need from me."

"so much," you answered. "i need you on top of me, under me, inside me."

shuri's lips ghosted yours, the hint of a smirk.

"come on, sithandwa," she taunted, letting her xhosa slip out. "you can do better than that. be specific."

"fuck," you groaned. you found yourself being pushed back against the counter, the marble cold against your bare skin. shuri didn't stop kissing you everywhere, her hands exploring your body. "i - i don't know. something, anything, everything. any time i try to get off i need to think of you, but it's never as good as the real thing. and now that you're here now...." your words trailed off into a sigh. right now, you couldn't make a reasonable argument, let alone a logical sentence, even if you tried. you just wanted to relish in the moment - to enjoy her.

you throw your head back when you feel her thumbs brush underneath the vinyl of your skirt, the slight pressure reminding you that she was here, with you, for you.

"fine, i'll decide," she said sternly. she gestured for you to sit on the counter, and you did just that. shuri adjusted her body between your thighs, spreading them wider. she shuddered seeing the red lace thong you wore, the lack of fabric covering you, and met your gaze once again, eyes darker than before. "you don't get to come if you don't stay quiet. so be quiet for me, yeah?"

you bit your lip and nodded. anything, everything. she smirked, pushed the fabric of your panties aside, and sunk two of her fingers into you, knowing you were ready for her. even after weeks, months, apart, shuri could always read your body, know what you needed, how you needed it. the answer was simple, really; like you said, it was always her, her, her.

she kissed you, harsh and messy, tongue and teeth, swallowing your moans as her fingers brought you closer and closer to your release. shuri pulled your bottom lip with her teeth before moving to suck on your collarbone, your jaw, your neck. she bit down on your skin, right at your pulse point.

"i thought - i thought you weren't a vampire," you attempted a joke, but that was a mistake. you'd let a low groan tumble from your lips. another when she let her tongue soothe over the sting from her bite.

"i don't appreciate the attitude," shuri replied, her voice steady, but the corners of her mouth, slightly upturned, threatening to turn into a smile, gave her away. she was loving this. "and, i told you to be quiet."

she removed her fingers from your cunt and promptly shoved them past your red lips. you groaned again when she kissed you roughly, the taste of you dancing across your tongues.

"we'll try one more time to see if you can follow instructions. make me come, and maybe you can finish after."

she swapped your positions and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off along with her briefs, as you got on your knees before her.

there was a joke here about the devil worshiping an angel, but you were too focused on her. her smell, gods, her taste - it was too overwhelming, and all you wanted was more. you'd spent your whole life on your knees for shuri if you could: worshiping her body, worshiping her.

you draped one of her legs over your shoulder, giving your tongue better access. shuri tugged on your hair slightly and you moaned, sending vibrations up her body.

"bast, that's it," she groaned. you added a finger, while your tongue worked her clit. "fuck. i missed you."

you brought her to the edge, stayed with her as she came. she probably expected you to get back on your feet right away, but you stayed, adding another finger and sucking her clit. she moaned your name.

you pulled away slightly. "one more, pretty girl," you promised. "can you do that for me?" she nodded furiously, and you went back to work.

when she came once more, you kissed her ankle before releasing her leg. shuri pulled you up to your feet, sucked the taste of her off your tongue.

"i missed you, too." you pull away, breathless, heart racing. "do i get to come now?"

shuri hummed. her thumb wiped the smudged lipstick below your lip. she studied you, admired you, like you were a fucking work of art that belonged in the met, like you hadn't just fucked her through two consecutive orgasms in the bathroom at a rich kid's upper east side apartment while michael jackson's "thriller" played outside the door.

"take off your thong." you did as instructed. she pulled you towards her, and lodged a leg in between yours. your cunt brushed against the skin of her thigh, back and forth as shuri guided your hips. "i can't believe you got all dressed up like this. absolutely sinful. and these...."

her hands moved to your thighs, nails digging into the flesh and dragging across your fishnets, effectively ripping them.

"shuri!" you protested, though it sounds like a moan.

"i'll buy you more. now, are you gonna come for me?"

the sound of her voice, the feeling of her skin against your heat, the smell of the two of you intertwining, it was too much. your orgasm crashed into you, and you were grateful that shuri held you through it. you kissed her once more before removing yourself from her grasp, smoothing down your skirt and looking around for your underwear.

"where are my...."

you looked over as shuri tucked your red thong into the inner pocket of her jacket.

"i'm guessing you'll buy me replacements for those, too."

she flashed you a shit eating grin before putting on her own underwear. she then pulled up her pants, not wiping your release from her thigh. the thought of her walking around, leg sticky with you, made your pussy clench.

the sound of someone banging on the door brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

"holy fuck! hurry up!" they shouted.

"given your costume, i would say that was an unholy fuck," shuri joked, adjusting your headband for you. you nudged her playfully, rolling your eyes.

"how about we stay for a few songs, steal some cupcakes and drinks, and then head back to my place for round two?" shuri nodded.

"perfect."

before you opened the door, you shot her one last devilish grin. "oh. and this time, i'm in charge."

the next morning, shuri woke up to an empty bed and the smell of burnt cinnamon.

you were sitting on the small window bench in the corner of your room, a tangle of purple yarn on your lap and crochet needle in your hand. even though there was frost on the window, you only wore a pair of boxers printed with the word 'sunday' and cartoon suns, and an empire state university sweatshirt.

"sithandwa? the bed would be warmer with you in it."

you turned to look at her, snuggled under your brightly colored duvet, eyes half open.

"this should help."

you walked over and wrapped a purple scarf around her neck, sitting cross-legged in front of her. shuri sat up, but kept the duvet wrapped around her. there was still glitter decorating your face from last night, and shuri reached out to brush some away.

"you made this for me?" you nodded.

"rhodey taught me how. said it would help with...." you trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of your insomnia. "anyways, t'challa mentioned at our last team meeting that you're going to vienna after this. we went there once to take down a hydra base and gods, it was freezing."

shuri kissed you, pulling you into her blanket cocoon so that you were inside as well, straddling her waist. you broke apart, and she put her hands under your shirt. you shuddered at the sudden contact, her skin cold. her thumbs rubbed circles under your breasts.

"it gets pretty cold in new york, too, doesn't it?"

"yeah, but i can just make another one," you explained, letting your finger trace the details of her face, her sharp jawline. shuri took your hands in hers.

"no, i mean....i can still wear the scarf you made me when i stay in new york."

you brightened like one of those cartoon suns. shuri staying in new york for more than a day, more than a night, hasn't happened in so long. you yearned to wake up next to her regularly, kiss over coffee and bagels, take the subway together, show her the tourist sights you yourself haven't been to since you were a kid - the statue of liberty, coney island, the works.

you stopped your daydreaming there, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. life is busy. plans change. people leave, for a little bit or forever. it happens.

"like for another day?" you asked, clearing your throat to subdue the excitement in your stomach.

shuri shook her head. you knew it would be too good to be true.

"like for me to move to new york. to live with you."

wait, what.

"shuri. wakanda's your home just as much as new york is mine. i know this long distance thing has been tough on us, but i would never ask you to leave your home, your family."

shuri said your name softly and gently brought her palms to your cheeks.

"you're not asking. i'm offering. the dinner i had to attend last night was to convince the UN to greenlight our wakandan outreach centre in new york," she explained. "if it goes through, my brother suggested that i be the one to lead it. on site."

"and that's what you want?"

"what i want to be wherever you are. i want to be part of your routine. i want to meet your friends, skip work and spend hours in bed together. i want to be here for you - for parties and movie nights and graduation."

at that word, you put your hand up. "i'm going to stop you right there before you send me into an existential crisis."

shuri grinned. "but yes to the rest of it?"

"yes. yes, of course." you pushed her onto the bed so that you were both lying down, facing each other, your legs tangled together. "so...when is this happening?"

"probably in a month, maybe a month and a half. there are still hands to shake, contracts to sign."

"bureaucracy," you sighed. shuri giggled, and your heart fluttered at the thought that you would get to hear that sound on a regular basis in person, not just through cellphone frequencies.

"i am, however, staying for a few more days while my brother takes care of things in vienna. so you're not getting rid of me just yet."

"now that is great news." you kissed her once, then twice.

suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

shuri readjusted your position so that the length of the duvet covered both of your bodies. "come in pete!" you said once she was done.

the door opened and peter parker's face came into view, along with a plate of those ready to bake cinnamon rolls that must have been fresh out of the oven.

"there's extra if you want," he offered.

"that'd be great, thanks." you gratefully accepted the plate, swiping some icing from the edge and licking it off your finger. "what's the special occasion?"

peter cleared his throat. "no special occasion."

you glanced the hickey on his collarbone. "oh, so harry stayed over last night and you wanted to make a good impression on him. breakfast in bed, domestic husband, sort of thing."

"that's not --"

"that's exactly it!" a voice from the kitchen interrupted.

"good morning, harry!" you replied, smiling tauntingly at peter.

"harry, i don't think we've met!" shuri added. "peter has told me so much about you...."

peter groaned and flipped you both off before shutting the door.

"thanks for the cinnamon rolls!" you shouted.

there was a pause before the door opened slightly. a curt, "you're welcome," was offered before it was closed once again.

you got up to put on a record as shuri devoured a cinnamon roll.

"you know, i'm really happy you're staying for a bit because i actually need your help with some things." you ripped off a piece covered in frosting and stuffed it in your mouth.

shuri raised her eyebrow, waiting for you to explain.

"my electric toothbrush has been weird - i can't figure out, for the life of me, what is wrong with it - and i've asked peter to fix it one too many times at this point," you continued, ticking off checkboxes in your head. "i wanted to talk to you about some potential upgrades for my suit that i would love your opinion on. oh, and i'm pretty sure i also broke my vibrator." you grinned sheepishly. "i didn't even bother to ask peter about that one because we don't need to be that close."

shuri stiffled a laugh, muffled by a mouthful of cinnamon and cream cheese frosting. she swallowed. "how do you even break a vibrator?"

"i don't know!" you exclaimed. "that's where you come in."

"baby." shuri wrapped her arms around your torso. "if i'm staying around for a while, you won't need a vibrator."

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Pain: Namor x reader

When Namor's pain becomes too much for you, you pass out

Warnings: swearing, injuries, passing out.

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When you were ten years old your best friend had fallen over and cut their knee at school. It was bad. A teacher had run over to help while students watched on, but you? You had kneeled over in pain holding back the tears that threatened to spill. Why were you feeling pain in the exact spot they were, and why wouldn't it stop?

That day you got home you told your parents what happened. The color drained from their faces, and they exchanged looks. Your dad had kneeled in front of you, and sighed.

"We need to tell you something."

They had gone onto explain how you have an ability. You are able to feel people's pain, though only certain people such as those you are close with, or are thinking about. You can also feel it where they are hurting, that's why you could feel it in your knee.

It was hard to process at first but as you got older you got used to it.

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It has been half an hour since K'uk'ulkan had left to deal with the Wakandan's. You pace the room praying that he will return to you soon, that some sort of agreement will occur, and this will all be over.

When he had told you about his plan, you were- are- hesitant about it. The Wakandan's aren't dumb, they most likely have a plan already made, and that scares you.

What you would do to help K'uk'ulkan but since you aren't in the shape to help out, as a result of being knocked when that woman, Nakia, had taken the black panther and the scientist, you stay.

Thankfully you can tell he hasn't been hurt as much as you would have thought, though it still hurts to feel that he is in pain. With the idea to go to the mural room and focus your mind on that instead, you turn and walk out the door.

The Black Panther is trapped by the spear stabbing through her abdomen. Shaky hands move to the spear, but she doesn't do anything yet. It's too painful. She looks forward, her eyes falling on Namor again; he's stumbling towards the water in desperate need of it.

Shuri lets out a shaky breath, grounding herself. Closing her eyes she thinks back to that conversation she'd had with her cousin. How he had smirked, circled her, and how she had stared at him with such a glare that made the room stop.

"So..." he begins . "Are you gonna be noble like your brother?"

Shuri looks away not wanting to even stare him- Kilmonger- in the eyes. He continues:

"Or take care of business." he approached. "Like me?"

Shuri finds herself clenching her fist in anger. She loves her brother dearly but he's gone, like her mother, like everyone she has ever loved. They are gone. She looks at him again, but this time? This time he could see that look in her eyes, the one he used to similarly hold.

"I'm not my brother.", she shook her head, fighting back the anger more. "Namor will beg for mercy, as I stand and watch as he dies."

Shuri snaps out of it, adrenaline taking over. She sucks in a sharp breath and proceeds to snap of the end, sliding her body off the spear, letting it fall to the sand. Then she scoffs and runs, flipping, and landing in front of Namor.

Too out of it he brings his fists up as defense, muttering the words "imperius rex." Shuri simply flicks on her helmet so quickly "Wakanda forever." and he can barely register when she sets off an explosive, burning Namor up, sending him falling to the ground.

A burning sensation covers your body sending you falling to your knees in pain. It burns everywhere and the pain is indescribable. What's happening? Light-headed you close your eyes shut to try and help subside the pain.

Then...it just stops, but you can barely focus and you remain on your hands for the time being.

"Shit."

He's alright, though. He isn't dead, which doesn't hurt less knowing how hurt he was, but it is a relief to know that he's still alive. Whatever happened must have been planned by the Wakandan's, but only one person would be able to do this. Your guess is the black panther, in revenge of him killing her mother.

The pain remains but you force yourself up onto your feet to stand up straight, trying to make sense of what happened- "what the hell." stopping, you bring a hand to your head, trying to fight back the lightheadedness that lingers.

Then you turn around, deciding to go and sit and maybe that will help. Slowly you start walking while the pain still remains...and then you stop in place. Standing still you close your eyes in hopes it will help, but rather than the pain disappearing, white floods your vision.

It's still hard to make sense of anything, hard to do anything. Like before your knees hit the ground, but instead of being able to stand up, you pass out on the floor.

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"I'm back in yakunaj (my love)."

Sporting 3 large scratches and a sliced off ankle wing, K'uk'ulkan enters the room. He had searched the other rooms but you weren't there, so his best bet was to search in the mural room.

No, that's weird though, you're not answering.

"(y/n)...?" Namor's voice softens slightly, his head moving to the right. Nothing. Then he looks to the left...his heart stops, and he limps over to you. Thankfully you're already waking but it still doesn't hide the fact that you were just passed out.

"(y/n)..."

Muttering your name, his eyes search yours. You can see him but it doesn't register in your mind. Instinctively you mutter 'K'uk'ulkan?' but only because he's the last person who was on your mind, and the first person to come to mind. Even if your mind is pretty foggy at the moment.

"Teene', táan in waye (It's me, i'm here). Are you hurt?"

Able to make out the last part of the sentence you mutter a 'no' so he sighs in relief. Good. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, wrapping his arms around you, picking you up so carefully in case you have been hurt.

Then he starts to limp towards the bedroom to lay you down. In and out of consciousness you try and focus on him, hoping that you'll be able to stay awake.

"It's okay."

Despite trying to fight against the sleep you end up losing and falling asleep in his arms.

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Namor stays by your side until you wake again. You wake four days later. Unlike K’uk’ulkan you don't have a healing factor, you're fully human, so while he was hurt, he was still able to heal. You have to wait for however long for your body to heal itself.

He hasn't slept, or eaten, despite his cousin's concerns. He only stays by your side and prays that you will wake up soon enough. He talks to you and lets you know how sorry he is. He tells you about the agreement, and he tells you that when you wake he will be there to help you get through your healing process.

Day four

Every day is the same. He stays by your side and speaks to you, but you don't wake up. You remain in your sleep, but it's not a coma. You remain asleep...until that day. That day is different and when you open your eyes, you realize.

The bright light blinds you. Out of habit you move to shield your eye but the sudden movement earns a groan from you and you drop your hand. Groaning in annoyance you decide on keeping your eyes closed for the time-being. You hear shuffling sounds, and then when you feel something in your other hand, it seems to bring your eyes open again.

This person is shielding the light with their body. It's K'uk'ulkan, who’s now sitting down next to you, and while his eyes usually hold light, they hold tiredness. He’s drained, it's clear to you that he hasn't had a good night's sleep for days and the dark circles underneath his eyes add to that.

"(y/n)..."

K'uk'ulkan sighs in relief hearing you speak. Dropping his head for a moment, he breathes another sigh of relief.

"Níib óolal (thank you)." he mutters. "Níib óolal"

He had prayed for you countless times. There had to be someone out there who could help. He hadn't given up and now you're awake and it worked. He lifts his head to look at you, a weak smile making it's way to his lips.

"In wojel volverías tin wiknal (I knew you would come back to me)."

Pressing a kiss to your hand, he then squeezes it.

"Because of you, K'uk'ulkan."

You remember everything he had said to you. From talking about the agreement between his world and the surface world. From him waiting for you this whole time and not giving up hope. From the quiet cries. He'd just been there.

"You're the reason I woke up. Thank you." and oh how he wishes this was true, but it was all you. He may have gotten help, but it was you who was strong enough to wake up.

With a "Thank you, but that was all you." he moves on to asking you what he had been meaning to.

"How did this happen?"

You remember that he still doesn't know. You had heard him talk about that. Now you know you have to tell him but at the same time you don't want him blaming himself for something far from his fault.

"You know how I said I could feel people's pain, but not everyone, only certain people, or if I’m thinking about someone?”

He nods, so you continue.

"When you had been hurt, I had felt it." it doesn't hurt anymore but it still feels like it, if that makes sense. "...and I think because the pain was too much, I passed out."

And, now, it all makes sense.

"I'm sorry."

Though he doesn't have anything to be sorry about. You wish he would see that.

"...it wasn't your fault."

He furrows his eyebrows, wanting nothing more than to apologize for not being there for you and for this even happening, but when you bring a hand to the side of his face and make him look at you. With those eyes that hold so much love and kindness, care. He can’t help but soften once again.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Thank you in yakunaj. U agradezco (I appreciate that)." and when he leans forward pressing his cheek to yours, nuzzling you, you sigh softly.

"And I appreciate you." you smile softly, taking in this moment with your beloved. When you part you're still smiling: K'uk'ulkan's eyes soften and he stares at you...he just stares at you because for the first time in four days he can actually look into your eyes. "I love you, K'uk'ulkan."

"I love you too." more than anything. He brings your hand to his heart and keeps it there.

Smiling from ear to ear, you lower your head. The way he makes you feel is indescribable. You're beyond happy it was him that you woke up to because as much as you love Namora and Attuma, and the other people you consider close, K’uk’ulkan means the most to you and you love him the most out of anyone.

"...más u mixba'al (more than anything).”

Namor presses a kiss to your head again, smiling, and when you look at him again, you can’t help but smile either.

#namor #namor x reader #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 1 year

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Overworked

Shuri X f!reader

a/n: It has been a hot min! But I'm happy to be back :) Life has been super busy and honestly, I just haven't been able to make time for writing :( but hopefully going forward I can do it more because I miss it and I miss you guys! Feel free to send requests esp for this character, can't promise I will get to all of them but I can try! Or you can just send me a message for fun anything at all but anyways as always I hope you enjoy! p.s. More shuri fics??? LMK!! I have one in mind I wanna do I think

Warnings: Kinda spicy but not really smutty, not proofread, 18+, fluff, angst a tad, SPOILERS FOR WAKANDA FOREVER

Word Count: 1548

Concept (requested): "Hello!!! Can you do an imagine where Shuri has been overworking herself and the reader is the only one who can get her to take a break maybe with a smut scene (only if you’re comfortable with writing that) :)"

Taglist for some of my other work bc I don't have one for Shuri specifically (LMK IF YOU WANT TO B ADDED) : @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @lilroachsworld

“Griot, open the door.” You demand as you wait outside of Shuri’s lab.

“Griot!! Don’t you dare.” You hear muffled through the wall.

“Shuri!!! Let me in!!” You say a little louder for her to hear.

No response.

“Panther, need I remind you that y/n is just as smart as you and I do believe if she wants to find a way into this room she will.” Griot says over the speakers in the lab.

A small smile comes across Shuri’s face when she remembers how brilliant her girlfriend truly is. Just as she opens her mouth to tell Griot to open the doors it’s too late anyways as she hears the swoosh from the doors open and sees her not so happy girlfriend standing in front of her.

“Look I swear I was about to let you in-” Shuri starts, picking up what she was working on trying to continue working on it as she walks backwards away from her girlfriend.

“Pass it over.” You say in your best sounding stern mom voice.

“I am SO close please- let me just get five more minutes.” She says with those dark beautiful eyes.

“Shuri, you said that last night and when I woke up this morning, your side of the bed wasn’t even touched.”

A small guilty laugh comes out of your girlfriend as you continue to walk towards her until she is backed up against the table and has nowhere to go.

“Shuri, what’s going on? Why haven’t you left the lab in days?”

This more careless expression drops off her face as she looks down at her feet.

“Ever since everything that happened with Namor, I just— I know we reached a mutual understanding but I can’t help but feel like something is still wrong and Wakanda— Wakanda feels unprotected.”

“Shuri— wakanda isn’t unprotected. It has you, we have our black panther and you know that.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m not enough? I’m not T’Challa and honestly I know most of the elders still aren’t pleased with my choice to turn down the throne but take up the mantle of the black panther.” She says with a small chuckle.

You give her a soft smile as you cup her face bringing her towards you and laying a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I know you’ve been working very hard on all of your new projects but please— my love, let me take you for lunch so you can try to unwind a little.”

Shuri nods her head as she gently sets down the items in her hands and takes yours as you walk out of the lab together.

The two of you went to your favourite local food vendor downtown in the Capital of Wakanda. They are a small hole in the wall type of place but always have the best service and the most spectacular food…it does help of course that you’re dining with the princess of Wakanda.

“I am STUFFED.” Shuri says with the most adorable giggle and smile as she looks over at you.

“Are you feeling a little bit better now?” You ask.

“Much. Thank you.” She says as she leans in for a quick kiss. “I think I know what would make me feel even better though…” she says with a cheeky grin.

You raise your eyebrows at her when you quickly click into what she has running through her mind. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.”

Shuri grabs your hand as she pulls you onto the back of her motorcycle which you know can be dangerous but you secretly love it. Getting to hold her waist tightly, weaving through other vehicles and just the feeling of going at such a speed.

“My queen.” Shuri says, extending her hand looking to help you off her bike.

The blush ran through your cheeks, you always get a little flustered when she says things like that to you.

God your girlfriend was so fucking hot. It was the matching purple tracksuit outfit that really just did it for you.

Shuri led you upstairs to her room while you followed eagerly behind.

“Griot.”

“Welcome back panther and miss Y/n.”

“You know what to do.” She says.

You turn and look at your girlfriend with a confused look on your face as she has a devious smile on her face.

The lights start dimming as a giant white screen begins to roll down from the ceiling across from Shuri’s bed. A projector flickers on with an endless list of movies to choose from along with chocolates and other assorted snacks appearing on the side table.

“I thought you said you were full?” You say nudging towards the sweet treats.

“Oh I am— but I actually have one last thing I wouldn’t mind eating…” She responds with a very familiar look on her face. “Oh wait! One more thing.” Shuri says as she pulls out a small box with a bow.

You open the box only to reveal an unbelievably sexy purple matching set. You raise an eyebrow in your girlfriend's direction as she can’t stop smiling at you.

“So…”

You let out a chuckle and a playful eye roll as you tell her you’ll be right back as you make your way towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door unlocks as you walk through it and Shuri turns her head as fast as she can only to have her jaw drop on the floor as she takes in your beauty.

Letting out the loudest “DAMN!” She can’t help but cover her mouth with her hands as you slowly walk towards her.

“God, have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful woman in the entire universe?”

“Oh is that so?”

“Oh my god yes.”

You continue to slowly walk towards Shuri but her impatience grows bigger so she quickly walks over to you, swiftly lifting you off your feet. Your legs wrap around her as she holds you up and her lips connect with yours. Your arms draped over her shoulders as she continued to passionately kiss you.

Shuri gently lays you down on the bed as she crawls on top and begins slowly kissing down your neck as the softest moans escape your lips. Your eyes open ever so slightly as they start to roll back into your head when you see a flashing blue light coming from the side table.

“Shuri…”

“Yes my love? She whispers into your neck as she continues to make her way down.

“I think there is a notification coming from your kimoyo beads.”

“Ignore it. Whoever it is can wait, I only want to be with you right now.”

You close your eyes as she hits the soft spot on your hip causing shivers to roll up your spine sending your head backwards into the pillows.

The light had stopped flashing but started again but this time it was blinking faster.

“Shuri…”

“y/n. Just ignore it, do not worry.” She says as her lips softly lay a kiss on yours.

Shuri brings one of her hands up to gently cup your face as her tongue explores the inside of your mouth. Her hands start to trail down the sides of your stomach and begin to tug on the new lingerie she bought you. It’s been awhile since the two of you have spent time together like this and god was your body craving it. You felt like you were falling into a trance…

“Panther, I tried to stop him but you have incoming.” Griot announces.

“wha-WHAT HEY.” Shuri screams as she whips the duvet over your slightly exposed body. You look over at the door frame to see M’Baku standing there with his hand over his eyes.

“Shuri, I am sorry to interrupt whatever I may have interrupted but we need you now.”

“I am very clearly in the middle of something. Whatever it is, you are king now and you can handle it.” She says in a surprisingly calm yet stern tone. “And take your hand down, there is nothing to see.”

M’Baku slowly lowers his hand and makes eye contact with you as you give him a little wave from under the covers.

“I’m sorry, but you need to come, you know the elders, they do not like to be kept waiting. I swear I would not be here doing this if it was not important. We need the Black Panther.”

Shuri rolls her eyes, “if I had known I would have this many responsibilities I would have never drank that stupid herb.” she says in a sarcastic tone.

“I will be back soon my love, I promise.” Shuri says as she kisses you on the forehead. “Griot please turn on y/n’s favourite until I get back.”

“As you wish.” Griot responds as your favourite movie is already loading up on the screen.

“My king.” She says bending over and motioning towards the door for M’Baku to walk through. He just rolls his eyes with a laugh as she follows behind and the door closes behind them.

Although she left you right when things were about to get good, you were still happy to see her getting back to her usual self, sarcastic and always joking around with the most amazing smile too.

– The End –

#shuri #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #wlw #shuri wlw #shuri fic #shuri smut #shuri x you #Shuri x y/n #Black pather wakanda forever #black panther 2 #wlw fic #mcu wlw #mcu wlw fic #letitia wright

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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“You sat next to me on the airplane and fell asleep on my shoulder and I don’t want to move you cause you look so comfortable. Oh and you’re hot.” with tenoch please and many thanx

Whoever you are nonnie, I love you.

Summary: Tenoch is heading back home for a little vacation after the success of Wakanda Forever. With all the flight cancellations due to short staffing he volunteers to downgrade his seat so he can leave on time. He didn't expect to end up next to you.

Fluffy Meet Cute

AN: Not proofread because I'm too lazy right now.

He was exhausted to say the least. Two cancelled flights and a 4 hour delay and Tenoch finally found himself boarding a plane back to Mexico. He had been looking forward to the first class seats he had original booked but with all the disruptions he had opted for economy class to get himself onto the next flight home.

The whirlwind of press tours and special appearances after the success of Wakanda Forever was something Tenoch was incredibly grateful for. But his schedule had increased 10 fold. With some coordination with his manager he was able to get three weeks off to go home and relax and see his family. He had never been so thankful to get a break in his life.

He was one of the first to board the plane and opted for an aisle seat. Already feeling himself getting sleepy, he put in his AirPods and stared off into space. He wasn't worried about being recognized as he still had his cap on and opted to keep his mask on until the flight took off. He would rather not cause a ruckus considering his new found 'super stardom' as his manager liked to call it. Surprisingly it took awhile for anyone to ask to sit in the seats next to him. When someone tapped his shoulder he looked up.

You stood there looking timid wearing a comfortable crewneck pullover, jeans, and sneakers. You wore no hat or mask and when you gestured to the window seat, Tenoch only nodded and stood up to let you scoot in. The actor was thankful that his face was mostly covered or else you probably would have noticed his jaw dropping a little at the sight of you. You were his type to a tee. He noticed you having difficulty with your carry on and easily lifted it from your hands and arranged it in the overhead.

"Just go sit. I can do that for you," he replied, glancing at you again. You smiled at him and whispered a quick 'thank you'. Tenoch tried not to smile stupidly back at you. You were stunning and he was trying to get his thoughts in order. If he wasn't so tired he would have made a witty comment or started flirting with you.

You took your seat at the window as the rest of the passengers continued to board the plane. Tenoch glanced at you and took his aisle seat, contemplating moving over into the middle seat so he was next to you. The actor had spent the better part of the last two years being hyper focused on his work, especially with his entrance into the MCU. He hated to say it but he was a little rusty when it came to flirting.

There was another tap on his shoulder and Tenoch looked over to see a woman with her child. "Would it be okay if you took the seat next to you? There's a seat behind yours and my son would be able to sit in front of me. There are no more seats next to each other."

Tenoch obliged immediately and moved to the center seat. The boy was around 10 years old and smiled up at him. "Thank you, sir."

Tenoch noticed the boy had a Namor shirt on and smiled knowingly. He helped the boy get belted in as they prepared for take off. Once all settled, Tenoch took off his hat and pulled his mask down. There was a gasp from the little boy as well as from you next to him.

Tenoch put a finger to his lips to quiet the boy. The boy nodded and was practically giddy with excitement. The boy whispered, "You're Namor."

"Yes I am. But I need you to stay quiet for me ok? It's late and a lot of people will be sleeping while we fly back home," Tenoch instructed him gently.

"I will. Can I take a selfie with you?" The boy asked pleadingly. Tenoch ruffled his hair and told him he would once they were up in the air.

True to his word, once the plane had reached cruising altitude Tenoch took a picture with the boy using his mother's phone. The mother was happy but far too shy to take her own picture with him, although the actor offered. Tenoch settled back into his seat while the boy put on some headphones and started to drift off to sleep with a smile on his face. Tenoch adjusted the blanket to make sure it didn't fall off the dozing boy.

"That was very sweet of you Mr. Huerta," You whispered to him.

Tenoch looked down fondly at the boy before turning to you, "It's the least I can do. Seeing kids like him reacting so positively has made it all worth it."

"You were amazing in the film. I do think Namor overreacted a little bit when he offed Ramonda," You replied teasingly.

Tenoch chuckled then stuck out his hand for you to shake, "Call me Tenoch. It's nice to meet you."

"Y/n. It's nice to meet you too. I won't bother you for a picture as much as I'd like to brag to everyone that I met Agua Papi. But I am exhausted and need to catch some sleep," You replied as you unfolded your blanket and wrapped it around yourself.

Tenoch couldn't help but blush at the nickname. He'd had his fair share of admiring fans over the years but the attention he was now receiving was leaving him a little flustered. Just like that he had missed his opportunity to strike up a conversation with you. He suppressed the sigh that was building in his chest and turned his music back on. The actor leaned his head back and turned to you slightly before closing his eyes.

He didn't know how long he was sleeping for when the need to use the bathroom woke him up. Tenoch moved to stretch when he felt a weight on his shoulder. When he turned he saw the crown of your head. That's when he realized that you had fallen asleep and unconsciously leaned on his shoulder. Immediately he froze, not wanting to disturb you.

Tenoch was stuck in the best way possible. Now that you were leaned against him he was intoxicated by how good you smelled. It had to be your shampoo or your perfume. He didn't know but he would be happy to sit there forever if it meant he would smell that scent. But his bladder was screaming at him.

After a fierce internal battle, Tenoch decided he would have to get up and hopefully not wake you. With the most care he could muster he turned slightly towards you and brought his hand up to your face. He cradled the side of your face and used his shoulder to gently shift your head so you would turn into his palm. You sighed in your sleep and Tenoch froze.

You were now nuzzled into the hand he had brought up to your face. He couldn't help but stare at your face as you dozed softly in his touch. Once you had settled once more, he leaned your head against the side of the plane. His hand cupped your cheek with affection before relinquishing his hold and slowly getting up. Tenoch celebrated silently at the success but realized he would have to get around the dozing boy as well.

He stared down at the boy for a moment and listened to the quiet plane. Most of the passengers were asleep or enjoying their own silent activities. As the actor attempted to slide past the boy without jostling him, the child stretched languidly and looked up. The boy's eyes grew wide before he giggled softly at the awkward position of the man in front of him. He lifted his short legs onto the seat, making room for the older man.

"Gracias, ninito," Tenoch whispered to the boy with a smile. As he headed down the aisle of the plane he didn't notice that you had woken up and were watching him.

You were blushing to yourself. You had woken when he had put his hand on your cheek but you had been to nervous to say anything. His hands were soft but strong and feeling how gently he moved you made your heart skip a beat. You hadn't meant to lean on him but you had a tendency to fidget a bit in your sleep.

"He thinks you're pretty," the boy suddenly whispered to you, leaning across the open space of Tenoch's chair.

You blushed, "I'm embarrassed that I fell asleep on him."

"He looks at you the way my sister's boyfriend looks at her," the boy continued

"And how is that exactly?" You humored the boy, although you didn't believe him.

"Like he wants to eat her," the boy said non-chalantly. Your eyes grew wide at his pronouncement. "My mama says that's a good thing."

Without another word the boy settled back into his chair, curled in a ball to allow Tenoch the space to get back to his seat. You were left speechless and contemplative. It had been like a dream when you had sat down and realized who you were sharing a row with. Not only did you love Tenoch Huerta, the actor, but you appreciated his activism and intellect. He was someone you admired deeply and of course found incredibly attractive. But were you shy and had shut down at the prospect of actually seeing your idol in real life.

Just as you were considering if you wanted to ask Tenoch for a picture before your flight landed, he started making his way back to his seat. You nodded at him as he sat back down. He whispered to the boy, apparently telling him he could stretch out again since the boy moved his legs off his seat.

"Going back to sleep?" Tenoch asked with a kind smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lean on you," you apologized.

"No need to apologize, I also leaned on you. I'm just much taller than you are," he chuckled but kept eye contact. You could feel a blush growing on your face at his attentiveness. He was more handsome in person. He had a five o'clock shadow but was otherwise clean shaven. From this close you could see some of his white hairs peeking through his black strands at his temples. You admired him as he did the same to you. Tenoch took in all your features marveling at how each fit together so perfectly. From your nose, to the shape of your eyes, to the slight upturn of your lips. It had been a long time since either of you had felt like you were in the presence of someone beautiful.

The moment stretched between you two. Taking each other in and forgetting to speak. When you finally locked eyes you would swear that your pupils must have exploded at the same time his did.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It's not every day I get on a flight and sit next to someone I admire so much," You babbled out as you looked away, patting your cheeks to try to get your blush to fade.

"You admire me?" Tenoch asked, his voice low, his eyes never leaving your face. He could tell that you were flustered but his heart was racing. The Latin man was a pleasure seeker, had always been, but the satisfaction that had flooded his senses at seeing your eyes darken with desire was unparalleled.

You didn't notice Tenoch leaning closer as you babbled your response, "Of course I admire you. I mean, not only do you play Namor and helped bring indigenous Mexicans into the spot light, but you also actively speak up for minorities and against colorism. Your activism is only outdone by your extensive list of acting credits. Which I also have to say is impressive since you really tried to work with up and coming POC creators."

Tenoch paused and couldn't help but smile. He didn't want to sound conceited but talking about some of his past work was one of his favorite topics. Some of his short films were passion projects that he took on almost exclusively because he wanted to help that director or writer as much as he could. The only way he would be able to see more people like him on screen was empowering the people who would cast those faces.

"What have you seen?" Tenoch asked curious.

"Everything." You laughed, embarrassed at the admission as you finally met his eyes again, "Not to sound like a stalker or anything. But when I really like an actor I watch everything they have ever been in to the best of my abilities. I just got done watching your entire filmography a couple weeks ago."

It was Tenoch's turn to blush. He started to pepper you with questions about your opinions on some of his work. Soon you were both fully engaged in an in depth discussion of Latin Cinema, colorism, and racism among colonized societies. Although whispered, the excitement and chemistry that exuded from the conversation was palpable.

A couple hours passed and you let out a yawn. Your conversation had devolved into jokes about long flights and what Tenoch had planned for his vacation. He looked at you concerned, "We still have another hour and a half until we are supposed to land. You should get some sleep. I didn't mean to keep you up."

You smiled and, feeling bold, you took his hand, "I have enjoyed every minute of staying up talking to you, Tenoch."

Tenoch looked down at you fondly and squeezed your hand. You yawned again and Tenoch took his other hand and placed it on your cheek, "Sleep now, hermosa. I'll wake you when the plane starts to land."

Tenoch gently guided your head to lean back onto his shoulder. You leaned in and relished the feeling as sleep overtook you. You felt him squeeze your hand again but not let go as you drifted off to sleep.

You were the one to wake up once the announcement was made that you would be starting your descent. Tenoch was asleep, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head and his hand still wrapped around yours. Your heart was racing and you honestly thought you might be dreaming. His hand was so much bigger than yours. His shoulder firm and muscular. He smelled fresh despite the hours he had spent in the airport and on the plane. You didn't want to break this peaceful spell that you were under.

The seatbelt light came on and you knew you had to wake him. But impulsively you decided to pat his cheek slightly to stir him as you sat up. As he blinked and stretched you reached over to pull his seatbelt around and clipped it. His hands covered yours that were dangerously close to his crotch just as the pilot announced that landing out be starting momentarily.

You were leaned over in front of Tenoch, his hand still on yours that gripped his belt, your faces millimeters from each other. Your breathe intermingled. Time seemed to stop as Tenoch looked into your eyes then glanced down at your lips. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek and you instinctively leaned into his touch.

"Are you guys going to kiss?" The boy's voice broke through the moment and you immediately pulled away and sat back into your seat. Tenoch took a deep breath and addressed the boy, "She was just helping me with my seat belt."

"That looked like more than that," the boy said skeptically.

Before Tenoch could reply the intercom announced the successful landing and soon the off boarding of the plane. Tenoch put his mask and cap back on and you readied yourself as each row took their turn getting off the plane. The actor helped the mother and son with their luggage and sent them off in front of him. He turned to you and you could see the smile in his eyes despite the mask.

"I'll get your bag for you, hermosa," He whispered as you made your way into the aisle. Tenoch offered to carry your bag as you disembarked but you insisted on carrying it. You walked companionably through the tunnel and onto the gate with your shoulders bumping into each other occasionally.

Tenoch was shyly glancing at you every now and then and you were sure you were blushing bright pink. You separated when you got to immigration. But you caught Tenoch looking at you a few times across the way, and he winked at you each time. He was waiting for you after and accompanied you to baggage claim. Tenoch, ever the gentleman, helped you retrieve your luggage and walked with you down the terminal to where arrivals was located.

Once there you both realized at the same time that this is where you parted, probably to never see each other again. You turned to Tenoch and took his hands, feeling bold after the positive interactions. "This has got to be one of the most pleasant flights I've been on thanks to you. It was amazing meeting you. I guess they were wrong when they said 'don't meet your idols'."

Tenoch leaned in to whisper into your ear, "This was definitely the best flight I've been on. I could spend hours, days talking to you. Thank you, hermosa."

You blushed again and welcomed the hug that Tenoch initiated. As you pulled away you received a phone call. Tenoch also reached for his trilling phone. You shared one last look and shrugged your shoulders as you answered the phone and turned away, heading to your ride that was no doubt the one calling you. You didn't see the way Tenoch was watching you with wistful eyes as he barely listened to his manage as they asked him how the flight went.

"It was great. The best," Tenoch replied as he made his way out of the airport.

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Alright friends, cute, simple. maybe too simple. give me a break I love meet cutes.

#tenoch x reader #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #jose tenoch huerta mejia #Tenoch fic #namorslutfanfiction #namorfanfic #fluf

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thoughts after i saw black panther wakanda forever again.

firstly queen ramonda’s muscles in this movie were crazy 😭 i don’t even think i noticed it the first time. all of the women in the dora looked strong as hell and beautiful i’m obsessed. since we’ve introduced ironheart and we’re supposed to be getting a tv show(?) i hope happy and her get involved and it would be hilarious if she becomes friends with peter and mj but mj has no idea who peter is but riri does(and she’s the only one who does).

the fight scenes in this movie are so good, like some of the best in the mcu, there’s less cuts and the use of slowmo especially in scenes with the water makes them so gorgeous.

the black and gold in shuri’s black panther suit represents her brother and tradition and the vengeance of her cousin n’jadaka.

why does m’baku challenge for the thrown? with him in this movie it feels off for him to do it for selfish reasons maybe shuri asked him too.

i know the romance plot was scrapped because of test audiences but to me(this is MY OPINION 😒) the romance would have made their ultimate rift so much weightier. what if they had at the end of her tour simply had namor tell her they were more alike than anyone else he had ever encountered and asked for her hand BEFORE asking her to burn the world or if he asked for her hand in order for the scientist to be returned and she said yes. to then be drawn out of the water and have his people killed so he turns around and kills her mother and the final fight hits so much harder.

shuri not only doesn’t kill him because of his people but because some part of her does love him. this is not me negating the relationship they already have, it’s beautiful whether they ever are romantically involved or not i just think it would enhance the story.

also it’s been bothering me but shuri is not 19 and i keep seeing people say she is. she was 19 before the blip friends 😭 in universe it’s been 6 years since the first black panther.

another thing that bothers me is people fully missing the point of the talokanil as antagonists. yes they are the villains of the movie but they are not. VILLAINS. their goal is the same as the wakandans. to protect their home. over the years this goal has been warped by grief and anger and it’s completely understandable. people who look like them have been enslaved and beaten and killed and the surface countries have made it very clear they desire vibranium to control the world. not to help it. hate him if you want but namor is right. the world will turn on wakanda and the only ally they have is talokan.

The core of this movie and honestly black panther as a series is the way black people and other poc are so focused on hating one another, a hatred that was taught to divide us when killmonger, and t’challa, and namor, and shuri, are not enemies. they are victims namor and killmonger understood that better than t’challa and shuri because they’d seen first hand how the world treats people who look like them. Now obviously they could have gone about it another way, a better way but don’t misconstrue that to mean killmonger OR namor were wrong, they weren’t.

i’m very excited about phase 5 moving forward and i can’t wait to see these characters again even though I know it’ll be awhile. shuri will probably be in the next avengers and i have no idea when namor will be back. i hope we get this movie on streaming soon so i can analyze it more closely

OH LAST THING. i see what y’all were talking about with okoye and attuma and i totally agree lol

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I’m comin home

M’baku quite a short story!

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Spoiler alert! Contains scenes form wakanda forever!!!!

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I am tired! I am DRAINED! I just gave birth to our son, M’balu just three hours ago, m’baku was in his new throne room that’s in the cave helping with the wakanda s to evacuate to jabariland due to a flooding and I was told someone was coming to start a war. I really wished m’baku was here with me, he almost missed the birth of our son due to the fact he was in the city helping, he came soaked and his chest piece was broken nearly scaring the hell out of me while giving birth trying to figure out what has happened to my husband. I stare down at my son as he slept, i couldn’t get any sleep due to me taking care of him and my birth, I decided to get up and get fully dressed, I dressed my son fully putting the hood over his head as I limp a little to the cave.

“And so what?! We have the resources to take him down!” Shuri argued.

M’baku sighed, as shuri looked at me wide eyed “you..have a.. baby?” She asks m’baku snaps his head back and his go wide “my love what are you doing out here?! Should be in bed resting,” he rushes to me “I couldn’t get any sleep and I want to know what’s going on and why my husband’s chest piece was broken like somebody broke it? I still want to know that,” I question staring at him, he sighed taking m’balu out of my arms “there’s been an attack in wakanda, a man name namor is coming to destroy the land world, to start a war, he killed my motha! And now her blood is on his hands,” she said, “this man.. namor? Why does he sound familiar, my grandfather would tell me stories of the water people, they.. they are nothing to mess with shuri, are you sure this is something you want to do?” I ask, she nodded firmly, the revenge and anger, the pain and grief I see in her eyes told me she was not going to let up, I walk forward placing my hands on her “if you’re going to go to war with this man, you better give him all you got, you may have lost t’challa but the black Panther.. still lives, let him know wakanda is nothing to go war against nor to mess with,” I said she nodded, “and please.. bring my husband home,” I said, “I will, I promise,” she says.

M’baku took me to our room, “my love, I.. I don’t have to join this war, I cannot leave you here stressed that I might not make it back home,” he says I shake my head “do your duty, as the great gorilla of jabari,” I said, he looks down at his splittin image of him, he grabbed his tiny hand as the baby started to stir while wrapping his tiny fingers over his father’s finger, “just come back home,” I place my hand on his arm, he nodded pulling me into an embrace. The next morning it was time for him to go, I was scared. The jabari warriors started to leave and m’baku was as well, he turns around and walks forward to me, I was crying and m’baku hated that, he hugs me tightly “I’m coming back, my love it’s okay,” he wipes my tears i sniffled “please” I pleaded “I love you,” he said, “I love you too,” we kissed before he leaves, after that I couldn’t but cry even more watching him leave.

This whole day I was sobbing in worry, I’m fearing for my husband’s life fighting some gosh man from the sea! I breastfed m’balu while sobbing, I try to calm myself because m’balu can feel my heart which is making him fussy, I rock back and forth gently “it’s okay, daddy’s coming home soon I know, I’m just scared.. you’re daddy is a strong warrior,” I said, I burped him afterwards and laid him down to rest, I sniffled.

“Lady una? The gardeners requested for you,” the jabari men spoke, “okay I’m coming,” I said I carefully put m’balu in my wrap to hold him on my chest. Once I reached the garden I notice all the blooms of the different flowers all over, it even grew on the arch’s. “It’s beautiful,” I said, “do we need to grow more or is this enough lady una?” She asks, “it’s fine, y’all did a good job,” I said they nod their heads, “lady una, you must come now!” The jabari warrior runs in, my eyes go wide “what’s wrong?” I ask, “I can’t tell you, but you must come see,” he says I follow him, but it was outside the jabari cave, the men came back, my eyes go wide “the war is over?” I ask “yes it is,” he says, where’s m’baku?! Where’s my husband?!! I spotted shuri and ran to her “shuri, w-where’s my husband? Where is he? Did he not come back?” I panicked she turns around, I look up and m’baku walked up the mountain “m’baku!” I yelled he looks up I bawled out crying as i hugged him hard, “I told you I was coming home,” he said, “you had me scared, please don’t do this to me again!” I slap his chest he smiled softly “I won’t my love,” he pecks my lips.

“I know my kingdom awaits and they forgiven my mistakes, I’m comin home I’m comin home tell the world I’m comin…. Home”

#Spotify #m’baku #oneshot #m’baku love story #mbaku x reader #wakandagifs #wakanda forever #king of wakanda #jabari #m’baku imcominhomeoneshot

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Rescuing Ross | Marvel Headcanon

‼️Contains major spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever‼️

This goes with my ‘Ross catching feeling’s for Tony’s sister’ headcanon—-link to my full Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Everett Ross x Stark!reader (Tony’s sister)

Warning: contains major spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, do not continue if you have not seen it/ want to be spoiled.

Content warnings: profanity, angst, fluff at the end. Mentions of Tony & Nat’s death and the battles against Thanos.

Being Tony Stark’s sister (an avenger) who is engaged to Everett Ross & rescuing him from detainment would look like:

After meeting Ross in 2016 and becoming a couple following events of their visit Wakanda and the blip, you and Everett were coming up on your eight year anniversary with one year of being engaged. So much had happened that resulted in Everett delaying a proposal to you—most notably the death of your brother, Tony, and your good friend Natasha Romanoff—and felt that you two were at a good point in your relationship that there was no need for pressure on marriage. However, when Ev did propose you tackled him to the ground with a big ‘yes!’ & a kiss to the lips.

Everett had worries for his first marriage did not work out and therefore feared it would be the same for the two of you. But after years and sticking by one another during the hardships of half the population being gone for 5 years and losing loved ones, you two were stronger than ever.

So fast forward to 2024. The world is restored and you’ve come to accept the loss of Tony and Nat by moving forward as a prominent figure in getting Earth back to the way it was. Everett was with you every step of the way—although he was worried when you left to assist Sam and Bucky with the super soldier fiasco. It did not help that his ex-wife, Val who also was the Director of the CIA, was on his ass and threatened to have you arrested if things didn’t get cleaned up.

The news of T’Challa’s death brought sadness and grief to the both of you. If it wasn’t for him, Everett would have never survived the bullet wound to his spine. The two of you kept in touch after bringing him and everyone who vanished back with T’Challa sending you a condolence gift after Tony’s funeral. In the same fashion, you and Everett sent one to Shuri and Queen Ramonda. Contact with Shuri fell shortly later, but you both understood she was grieving the loss of her brother and let her know that you two were there for her if she every needed anything.

When Shuri does come to you nearly a year later asking about a scientist who developed a vibranium detector drill, you were more willing to give up the information than Everett. Technically you were not in the CIA and only a contact due to your relationship with Ross, but you understood he was risking treason if he were to say something. “Ev, they have the right to know. This is putting their people in jeopardy.”

It wasn’t too long after that Ev came to you with Shuri’s bracelet that he found at a crash site. It brought dread to you, for you feared something bad had happened and made it your mission to assist in finding her. You had made some new adjustments to Stark Industries and the tech (against the governments wishes), but was unable to locate her last signal. Ross kept you updated on his conversations with Queen Ramonda, and the fact it was possible Val was onto him. “She may have bugged the beads, Ev. You need to be careful.” “Her and I got to the site at the same time. There’s no way she knew they were there—I found them hidden under a piece of debris.”

But, like most cases, you were right. Val had bugged the beads before Ross had shown up and was aware of every conversation he had with Ramonda. You had been downtown in your lab, working on a way to find Shuri, when the news of the Queen’s death broke. Before you could even react there was a announcement from F.R.I.D.A.Y, “Forgive my interruption, Ms. Stark, but there has been an intrusion at your home.” Dread filled you, “Pull up the perimeter and indoor security footage at once.”

It is there you see the one and only Director Valentina Alegra de Fontaine standing in your kitchen and your poor fiancé looking pale faced and fearful. “Get me audio, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Listening in, Val admits she had the beads bugged, heard every phone call, and knew you were involved. “I’ve already sent a squad out to detain Stark—the Accords may have been abolished but your girl has committed treason just as you have, Ross,” she says before pulling out handcuffs when Everett pleads to her to not do what she’s doing. Sure enough F.R.I.D.A.Y is letting you know a car with armed agents had arrived outside your building.

You managed to escape with little to no scratches on you—but the same could not be said for the agents. When you got to one of many safe houses, you finally let your emotions lose. You grieved for Ramonda, you cried for Shuri—who was now alone—and you feared for your fiancé. F.R.I.D.A.Y showed you footage of the house where you witnessed Everett cuffed and hauled into the back of a SUV.

Your hands were full with tracking the CIA’s decisions on Ev while also trying to get updates from Wakanda. The only one you managed to contact was Okoye—who took a liking to you in 2016 and fought along side you in 2018 & 2023–who told you everything that happened in the recent weeks. Okoye told you they were handling things and to not get involved. You promised and Okoye even gave her word that she’d help you find Ross once they finished with the Tolakons.

When the call does come from Okoye, you were filled with immense relief by what she tells you. That a truce was made between the two countries, Shuri made peace with Namor and has taken on the mantle of the Black Panther, and Wakanda was rebuilding itself after the attack. “I am so glad to hear you and the others are alright.” “Thank you, Y/n. It is a relief we were met with victory. Now let us save your love—Shuri has his location. I’m sending you coordinates, I will meet you there in the hour.” “Wha-wha-wait what? Are you in Virginia?” “The middle of the Atlantic Ocean to be exact.”

The answer to your question came in the form of a flying blue metal suit landing in front of you, “AH! What the hell?! Oh its you!” The alarm of threat turned into relief as a smile appeared on your face when the mask removed to reveal Okoye’s amused expression. Together you two intercept the van transferring Everett to prison with Okoye cutting down a tree to block the road. When the van comes to a stop, you pull the driver from his seat and shock him unconscious while Okoye deals with the passenger.

Instead of opening the back doors, you let Okoye have her fun and watch from the side as she throws open the doors—mask covering her identity—and could literally picture the look on Everetts face. You hold back your giggle at his sound of relief when she uncovers the mask and says, “Colonizer in chains. Now I have seen everything.”

That’s when you come around the side and meet his eyes, Everett can’t stop his grin. Hopping in the van you get his wrist and ankle cuffs off, “You know, it’s taken everything in me to not go after your ex for opening that bottle of wine we were saving for the rehearsal dinner.” “Well, darling, it looks like that wedding is gonna have to get pushed back. Again.”

Together the three of you head into the woods to where she parked the aircraft to take you three back to Wakanda. It was the safest option for you to at that moment, with being fugitives on the run. “Now I know how Cap and them felt all those years ago.” You could not tell anyone where you were, but sent word to Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy you were safe and with Everett. They were sad and Rhodey promised to find a way to get you two pardoned. “I’ll talk with Sam—see if there is something Fontaine is hiding that could help your case.” “Thank you, Rhodey. I appreciate what you’re doing greatly. I just hate I’m putting you in this position.”

It was unknown how long you and Ev would be on the run, but thankfully you two had the help of Shuri, Okoye, and the people of Wakanda by your side. For you owed them your life for everything they had done for you and Everett. “We’re lucky—you and I,” Everett said as you two watched the beautiful sunset from your balcony of the apartment Shuri had given you, “to have them as our friends.” “We are. And we will make it up to them as soon as we can. They have given us so much. I would rather meet death than not return the gratitude.” Everett presses a kiss to your forehead before one to your lips, “So would I.”

#everett ross headcanon #everett ross x reader #everett ross imagine #everett k. ross #everett ross x yn #martin freeman #marvel headcanon #marvel imagine #black panther #black panther Wakanda forever #Okoye #Shuri

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mickimomo · 1 year

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Forgive Me (Namor x Shuri) (Part 5)

Part of the 'I Worship My Wife' Committee × The 'Worshipped Wives' Committee series

Link to Part 4

Shuri had worked endlessly to prepare herself to apologize to K'uk'ulkan.

She was dressed in a jade gown he had given her to wear when she returned to Wakanda after grieving in Haiti. He had it made in hopes of making her return home enjoyable. And it was, when she attended Oni's welcome home party.

It was a beautiful gown.

It hugged her curves and sparkled like the waters of a tropical beach with each step.

Instead of overaccesorizing, she put on a pair of jade earrings and pinned a few feathers that he had gifted her from his headdress into her hair.

She looked at herself in the mirror and neated a few undone twists in her twist out updo before looking herself over one last time.

All that was left, was to meet her husband.

She knew he wouldn't leave his grotto, so she would have to go to him.

Namora was kind enough to take her there and left with a small glare and a soft 'you better fix this'.

Shuri knew deep down that everyone was rooting for them to make amends.

Including Namora.

It was too much to see K'uk'ulkan so angry.

She looked around quietly.

There was no one around the grotto.

No guards.

No handmaids.

Not even a council member.

It probably had to do with the energy coming from the god king.

The anger that radiated from the hut, alone, was enough to make her weary of approaching.

But, she couldn't retreat.

This was her fault.

She had broken the heart of Aj K'uk'ulkan and made him wait a week for a sincere apology.

If she waited any longer, he'd probably drag her out of the lab and hold her hostage in Talokan.

She was surprised he hadn't done it after two days had passed.

He just stayed here.

Waiting.

With dwindling patience.

She took a deep breath.

If anyone deserved his wrath, it was her.

The queen exhaled before clenching her fists to muster up what little confidence she had left.

She slowly made her way in and stopped once she spotted her husband working on a painting with his hands and various brushes.

He knew she was there but refused to break his focus.

She watched him quietly before moving forward and taking a seat on the floor beside him.

He didn't acknowledge her.

Dark brown eyes watched his fingers push the paint around before he cleaner off his hand on a rag and reached for a piece of coal to add details.

His body tensed when his hand found hers.

"You cannot ignore me forever." Shuri whispered.

He lifted his hand and closed his eyes.

"I want to apologize for saying I hate you." She grabbed his wrist gently before guiding his hand to her face. "And for making you wait a week for an apology. I regretted it once the word left my mouth. I didn't enjoy watching your heart break or your eyes go dull. I didn't mean to wait this long. I just-" She took a deep breath before exhaling. "I didn't think there was anything I could say that would make you feel better. At least, not without properly thinking things over and understanding how much I fucked up."

"Hate is a strong word, Queen Shuri."

"I know. I was just... frustrated... trying to finish a project in the lab. I took my anger out on you and I was wrong for that." She frowned. "I'd also like to apologize for not showing up to the things you planned. I made you feel neglected and unappreciated. I know that I have been awful to you and I'm sorry."

"You knew you were being awful and did not care until I washed my hands of you."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"To have a wife that hates their husband is a fitting punishment." He pulled his hand away before refocusing on his painting. "It must have been fun stringing me along. Giving me hope and then crushing me. I hope it made you happy."

"In yakunaj-"

"Do not call me your love." He glared holes into the painting. "You do not love me."

"I do."

"I don't want to hear your lies."

"I am not lying to you, Ch'ah Toh."

That made him look at her.

Shuri rarely used his real name unless she was serious or releasing.

"I know I have failed you, and I am sorry. Our marriage was not a punishment. I did not marry you to make you miserable." She guided his hand to her chest so that he could feel her frantic heart. "Ma'ach in túukulkech, in yakunaj. In k'áatech, Ch'ah Toh."

"You only miss me because I'm not chasing after you." He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip was firm. "You cannot love me. Your love has no merit."

Shuri felt her eyes burn with tears. "I know." She lowered her head as tears began to fall. "I-I want it to have merit." She whispered. "I want another chance... if you'll give it."

Namor stared at her with dead eyes before gently lifting her head.

"What will you give me?"

"Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

She offered a small nod as he lifted his hand and thumbed away her tears. "Y-Yes."

"You'll let me kiss you in front of others?"

"Yes."

"Hug you?"

"Yes."

"Hold hands?"

"Yes."

"You'll attend the dates I plan?"

"Yes."

"Leave the lab without starting a fight?"

"Yes."

"Say that you love me sincerely?"

"I've always been sincere."

"That doesn't sound like a yes."

"Yes, in yakunaj."

"If I ask for anything else... will you give it?"

"If it will make you happy, I will do whatever you ask of me."

"What if I want none of these things I've asked for?" He tilted his head. "What if I don't want you anymore?"

"Then I'll work hard until you do." She whispered. "Just like you did, when I was in Haiti."

A small smile creeped up on his lips at the memories of him working endlessly to win her affection and earn her forgiveness. It vanished after a moment, and his eyes shined with all the pain he had been hiding while away from her.

Shuri couldn't stand to see him so broken.

This was all her fault.

"I cannot hold my anger over you." He whispered as tears burned his eyes. "I was only angry because you gave me hope that this was real."

"This is real."

"But you hate me, and I am deserving of your hatred."

"No you are not." She shook her head slowly before gently grabbing his face and pressing her forehead to his. "I hate your actions. I hate what you did. I hated you. But, I dont hate you anymore." She took in a shaky breath. "Ch'ah Toh, you became my friend, my confidant, a shoulder to cry on, and eventually my lover. My husband and my heart." She continued to whisper. "You have somehow become the other half of my soul and I cannot hate you. Those words will never hold weight against you." She sniffled. "Who I was when we were on that beach covered in blood is not who I am now. I have healed and moved forward." She closed her eyes. "And you have every right to be upset with me for not appreciating you and cherishing you properly. You have done so much and loved me so tenderly, and I tarnished it all by saying something so harsh. I shouldn't have said it, and I am willing to work towards earning your forgiveness if you'll let m-"

Shuri's words were silenced as his lips pressed against hers.

It was a short and sweet kiss.

And for a moment, the world was silent.

It was as if they were the only ones on the planet.

Like nothing else mattered.

And Namor allowed her to sink into him as he slowly broke the kiss.

He thumbed away her new tears before pressing his forehead to hers.

"I forgive you."

"Let me earn it."

"I will." He whispered before kissing her again.

Author Notes

Chile, this almost became a smut. 💀 If y'all beg me enough, I might do it and throw it up on AO3. The attoye community currently has me in a chokehold, though, so you might have to pry a few fingers off my neck. 🥴 Hope you enjoyed it.

Link to Part 6

#mickimomo #the worshipped wives committee #the i worship my wife committee #shuri x namor fanfic #namor x shuri fanfic #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #nashuri #namshuri #namshuri fanfic #its a lil angsty but y'all will be alright #almost folded her like a lawnchair for that apology

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bestfriend491 · 1 year

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Jealousy Jealousy

| Request Number 1.

Okoye x Reader

Summary: Your friend Okoye starts acting weird when you start dating other people again.

Angst and Fluff

Warnings: Occasional Implied Sexual Activity if you squint (Not Smut), 3.5k words, Pining, Friends with Benefits Situation

12 years earlier…

You laid in Okoye's arms, looking out into the night sky of Wakanda, tracing your hands along the far away stars, connecting them to make out the constellations that you knew.

Okoye held you, feeling as close to you as she ever had.

"I wish that we could stay like this forever." You whispered, looking forward to observe the dimly lit huts spread all around the Border-Lands.

Okoye took a deep breath, knowing exactly what she wanted to say but not having the courage to say it.

The two of you had been sitting like this for a while now, cuddling together on the grass. Taking in each other's presence for the last time.

Okoye was to leave for proper Dora Milaje training tomorrow; something that both excited her and made her feel very sad.

On the one hand, she finally had the opportunity to become a Dora Milaje, something she had dreamed of becoming from far before she could even hold a spoon, yet alone a spear. She was finally going to be protecting and serving her country.

On the other hand though, stood the fact that you would not be coming with her. You had chosen a different path for yourself, wanting to take a year off from school to see what Wakanda and the rest of the world had to offer.

You'd made the decision to take the year off before returning to school to become a healer.

At first you considered being a farmer, like your mother and father. You liked looking after the Border Tribe's land, animals and people, and you loved how peaceful it was on this side of Wakanda, not so busy like the Capital City. But your mother wanted you to do something else, something that you could actually maintain and loved doing.

So you decided to become a healer. It was a job you could imagine doing, and you were smart enough to be able to learn everything quickly and easily. You were worried that you'd need to move though, as there weren't many people that needed healing in the Border-Lands and there were already plenty of healers there too, but you accepted that you'd move to the city if need be.

Now the two of you would be separated for the first times in your lives, taking completely different paths in life and Okoye wasn't sure if the two of you would stay as close as you thought you would.

There had been an unspoken agreement of sorts with the two of you. You'd been using each other for love and comfort for 2 years now, sharing the occasion night together, exploring each other's bodies. You considered it to be a casual situationship, nothing official.

'Just fun', as Okoye had said one day.

Now, You'd be separated and you didn't know what was to happen to your relationship. You both wanted more with each other. You wanted so much more, but you were too scared to admit it.

Okoye seemed to finally know what she wanted to say, moving you off of her and shifting herself to face you. "We could stay like this. If you just joined the Dora Milaje with me."

You rolled your eyes at her, tired of having to repeat this argument over and over again with her.

"For the last time, Okoye. The life of a Dora Milaje is not one that I desire." You held her chin up, kissing her softly before continuing.

"You know that I'm not like you. But I'll be here to fix your wounds when you become THE BEST DORA MILAJE OUT THERE!" You laughed as Okoye covered your mouth trying to make you lower your voice.

You stood up, taking Okoye up with you as you hummed a tune that you'd heard one of the farmers playing earlier in the week. Okoye chose to join you in your singing, while holding onto you close, swaying to the imaginary drums being played.

You weren't sure this would last, so you settled on enjoying each other's presence now, because it might be the last time that you'd be like this with one another.

12 years later…

"Y/n! I need you on standby." N'Yahnea called out to you, moving quickly around the infirmary; getting ready for the near arrival of the Quinjet filled with the Prince and some Dora Milaje.

You rolled your eyes at your fellow healer, watching her scurry around looking at you for assistance. She was always so stressed out about even simple tasks, and this made you feel uneasy and tired.

"Captain Y/n, please. Behave yourself." came Elder Unna's voice from the distance.

You fixed your posture after hearing her, briefly apologising to N'Yahnea before beginning to help her ready the infirmary.

You weren't trying to be rude, it had just been a tough week. You'd had to travel 3 times today already and you'd had to go into the city 5 times this week as well, something you hated doing.

Being a Royal Healer was hard and both physically and mentally draining, but still, it was an honour to be doing such an important job.

You set up your station. Going to wash your hands, you passed your former Captain and Mentor, sheepishly apologising with your eyes. Once again avoiding her gaze, as she shook her head at you in disapproval.

"You need to give the girl time. She is still new to this, Y/n. And she is not as naturally gifted as you are. It is only expected that she is a bit jittery."

"Yes, Ma." You replied, taking into account your motherly figures' words.

She was going to say something else when the doors to the infirmary opened and everyone started to rush in.

Prince T'Challa walked in battered and bruised, with a few Dora following suit. You approached the future king and helped him onto the infirmary bed.

"I thought you said that this was a simple mission. You look awful." You said, checking his overall condition with one of your beads."

T'Challa scoffed, ready to answer when he was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Our prince here was feeling extra restless today. Tried to take the enemy out all by himself. Only he forgot to check if they were heavily armed." Okoye entered the infirmary, poking fun at the prince for his recklessness.

"That is not completely true, Okoye. But yes. I did slightly underestimate the enemy's abilities." The other Dora Milaje laughed at T'Challa's weak attempt to lie to you.

You barely noticed though, your attention being captured by the woman approaching you.

With her muscular build and her shaven head with its tattoo, Okoye had definitely changed over the years. But you weren't complaining. She was still as breathtaking as ever.

She brushed her body against your shoulder as she moved to look for bandages to wrap another Dora's hand, winking at you as you watched her walk past you.

You gave her a once-over, looking directly into her eyes.

"Okoye." You greeted her.

"Y/n."

The two of you kept eye contact with each other for ages, forgetting all about where you were.

"Okay, enough you two. Save it for later, please." Ayo broke the moment, going in between the both of you, blocking your line of vision of Okoye.

You smirked as Okoye moved, you playfully blew a kiss in her direction just to annoy her fellow Dora and good friend.

Okoye chuckled, pretending to catch the kiss and bring it to her heart.

"I can't stand the two of you." Ayo pointed at the two of you and shook her head, while T'Challa and everyone else laughed at the moment.

You gave the other woman knowing eyes, before leaving her so you could tend back to your prince and his injuries.

Now at night, you got into your bed, looking at the figure sprawled out next to you.

There she laid, Your…

Okoye. That's all you could really call her.

Okoye.

Your close friend and partner in crime. Nothing more. The two of you weren't anything past that. Sure, you shared a bed most days, and you stole glances from each other constantly. You even indulged in each other's bodies every once in a while, but still, there wasn't a clear label to what you were. You'd been doing this for so long now, that you didn't even know how you could address the problem.

You knew that you were tired, that you wanted more to your love life than some friends with benefits situation as they called it. And you told Okoye this constantly, wanting her to know that what you had wasn't permanent. She never really believed you anymore, as you had been saying the same thing for years.

'I want more, Okoye. I want everything you refuse to give me.' You thought to yourself as you watched the woman sleeping on your bed.

"Are you just going to keep staring?" Her voice took you out of your trance, and you realised that she was still awake.

"No." You replied, sliding into the sheets to finish what you'd started in the infirmary.

You needed to stop.

You were going to stop.

But you just didn't know how.

So it would have to wait. Once again.

It had been 4 weeks since that night and things had changed. Okoye noticed it immediately. The way that you stopped coming to bed with her so often, or the fact that you hadn't been with each other for more than half of that time. You having chosen to distance yourself from her.

She had tried asking you what the issue was, assuming that she had done something wrong or had hurt you in some way, but you would just lie and tell her that nothing was wrong and would kiss her then leave.

Okoye wasn't necessarily happy with the new distance, but she thought that she could still handle it nonetheless.

It was only when you started implying that you were single that she began to panic. You started openly flirting with other people again. Asking people for their names and where they could be found. She had even caught you setting up a date with this one other person in secret when you thought she wasn't at the palace.

This was not to say that she thought that you two were together. She knew you weren't, that you were just a casual thing going on. But usually when things between the two of you were good, there was no flirting with others and a lot of flirting with each other. You never explicitly asked each other out but you did give each other specific looks that always meant that you wanted to meet later on in the day. It was a flawed system, yes, but it had been working for over a decade.

She was now worried because the last time this had happened, she'd said something that had hurt you on your graduation day and she had nearly lost you as a friend. She didn't want to lose you. You were the only thing that kept her going. And seeing you starting to give your attention to other people made her nervous.

Okoye was scared that she now had competition.

You walked into your room, where she was sitting on your bed waiting for you. It was late and she wasn't sure why you weren't in sooner but the moment she saw you, she knew exactly what was going on.

"Where have you been?" She asked a bit rudely as you took off your shoes.

"Out."

You didn't want to tell her too much about the date that had gone so terribly. You didn't want her to rub it in your face.

"Do you want to come to my house, maybe?" She asked walking up to hold you. She kissed you, trying to loosen you up for the first time in a while. You stopped her, moving her hand that was resting on your hip to hang next to her body.

"Okoye, I can't do this now. I have work early tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow, we can eat out or go on a walk when our duties are done." She asked, looking desperately into your eyes.

"I can't. I have another date tomorrow, sorry."

Okoye scowled at the mention of the date, never having thought that you would actually go out into the dating world again. You hadn't mentioned anyone else in years and even then when you did, that person barely lasted.

"You're actually doing that?" She looked away from you, ashamed at how jealous she must have looked.

Bast, you made her look so weak.

"Yes, Okoye. I'm actually doing that. And it looks like you might need to fix that sad face of yours. You knew that this was going to happen." You held her chin, forcing her to look deeply into your eyes. You wanted her to see that you didn't really want to do this.

You just wanted her to say the words, to say that she loved you and needed you. Then you would stop and be with just her. She just needed to say the words. But she didn't.

"I just miss you." Is what she said instead. Making you look at her and suck your teeth, moving on with your night.

You gave her a simple kiss on the lips, nothing long or sensational, but it would keep her quiet and make her leave.

Directing her out of your room, you looked at her and whispered. "You look jealous, Sthandwa."

Jealous? Okoye replayed your words the next day, seeing you pass by her on your way to the infirmary.

She was jealous, but she wasn't sure why. The two of you weren't together. There was barely even anything going on between the two of you. Okoye was just struggling to cope with you going out with other people.

"Ayo?" She asked her fellow sister as they stood guarding the throne room that day.

"Hmm." The other woman didn't look in her direction, needing to stay still, but she was listening.

"Y/n is going on another date today, and for some reason it is really bothering me. I'm not sure why."

The other Dora turned to her now, not being able to keep herself together.

"Maybe it's because you've been in love with her for 15 years. With the way that you two have operated for the past decade, I'm not surprised that you feel a certain type of way about it." She looked at Okoye, who was now contemplating what she should do.

Ayo, seeing that she still wasn't getting the hint, decided to make it clear.

"You love her, Okoye. And although you are trying your best to hide it, you are jealous of the fact that she is tired of playing your mind games and wants to move on."

Okoye huffed at this, noting that her fellow sister's words were definitely true.

But this revelation didn't do anything. You were still going on that date and you two were still not in a relationship…

Hours later, Okoye was now officially off duty, and you had probably been off for a few hours, getting ready for your date.

She went over to your room, not sure what she was even going to do, but knowing that she needed to talk to you.

She knocked, something that she rarely ever did.

"Come in." She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that you were still there.

She entered your room to see you putting on matching earrings to your already stunning outfit.

"Okoye," you greeted her, seeing her shift from leg to leg. You could tell that she had something to say.

"Do you need something?" You asked, urging her to let whatever was on her mind out.

"Do you really have to go on all of these dates? Am I not enough for you anymore? What is making you feel the need to give what has been mine for so long to someone else?"

You raised a brow at her, struggling to understand where the sudden interest in you was coming from. You walked towards her getting close but not reachable.

"What's yours? All of a sudden I'm yours. After waiting for years and finally deciding to make myself happy, now I'm yours. Okoye, please. I don't have time for this." You tried to move her out of your way, not wanting to leave your date waiting. But she stopped you.

"Okay, Y/n. I know. I know that I haven't made it my priority to say the things that you needed to hear. I'm sorry. But I want you. I want us to be more than friends that sleep together. I want us to be together. Officially."

Okoye looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to give her a chance, and you almost did. You almost let your guard down and allowed her to charm you. But after the effect she had on you had finally worn off, you shook your head clearing your throat.

"I'm sorry, Okoye. But I can't. I've loved you in many ways, for many years, and I've heard the same thing over and over again. I can't do that to myself again."

With that, you walked out.

Leaving Okoye stunned.

Months passed by, and you met a few people over the course of them. Your relationship with Okoye had become strictly professional, her not wanting to cross the boundaries that you had set and you not wanting your heart to be broken again.

The first few months were hard, seeing each other every day knowing that something was over, even though that something never truly existed.

Okoye was down for a while after it happened. She was mad at herself for letting you get away, and sometimes she was even mad at you, for having such an effect on her.

You gave her space, and after some time the two of you started talking again. She was always more reserved when you spoke about who you were talking to, her walls seemingly building up the moment that the conversation turned that way.

You could tell that she was jealous, from the way that she would try to make you dress down, or try to question you and convince you not to go. Other nights, she would call you with your beads constantly, just to get you to come back. It was exhausting and you wanted to kill her sometimes. You never would though, because you were still deeply in love with her.

One night, after a bad date, you headed to her headquarters in need of a friend. You opened the door without knocking, knowing that she wouldn't mind.

"I'm back." You huffed sitting down next to Okoye on the bed while taking off your shoes.

"Aren't you going to ask me how it went?" You asked, seeing the stale expression on her face.

"No. I'd rather not know the details."

You rolled your eyes at her, assuming that she was just having a moment. "Well, it was terrible. We had nothing in common and that woman had the nerve to tell me that being a healer didn't require skill. How dare she-"

"Y/n please, I can't deal with another story about a date! I just can't!".

You became silent, looking at Okoye with tears in her eyes, looking away from you.

"Okoye, I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were still so affected by this."

The woman turned her head quickly, wanting to face you when she bursted.

"Of course I am still affected! I LOVE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE, and I… I just didn't have the confidence to say anything. And now you're going on these dates all of the time and I'm so jealous but I can't do anything about it because we don't have anything that would keep you from leaving." Okoye stood up to have some privacy in the bathroom to compose herself.

You felt the tears coming down too, feeling terrible knowing that Okoye was feeling those things while having to smile at you getting dressed in her room every night.

You got up, walking to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

"Okoye…Okoye, I'm sorry. I should have been taking your feelings into consideration. I have not been very fair to you." You waited for her to open the door, but after seeing that that wasn't going to happen, you continued.

"The truth is that I was hurt. I was hurt that you didn't love me the way that I loved you. I was hurt that you didn't feel the things that I did. I wanted you to finally choose me but I was sick of waiting. I should have told you that from the start."

Okoye listened on the other side of the door, taking in every word you'd just said.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you." You replied softly, leaning your head against the door.

Soon after, she opened the door.

The next morning, you laid in her bed, wrapped in her arms as you soaked in the first day of being back with the love of your life.

She kissed your forehead, gazing out at the few stars left in the morning sky. She yawned, her voice still hoarse from sleeping.

"I wish that we could stay like this forever."

You smiled up at her saying this, glad that she had remembered what you'd said all those years ago.

"Now, we can." You said.

Author's Note: Day One, Number 1. Hope you enjoyed.

#okoye x reader #okoye one shot #protective okoye #one shot #okoye #general okoye #black panther #marvel #okoye x fem reader #x reader insert #dora milaje

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prinxeali · 1 year

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Growing to love

Part II: Oath to Your King

Disclaimer: Using google translate so please let me know if there are errors. WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS.

Nothing on the face of the planet could’ve prepared you for this. Your sister's tear-stained cheeks as her bags are loaded into your aunt's car. “Ndicela ungandishiyi” (please don't leave me). She sobs, hugging your leg tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground. She is a child, hardly 5, and yet she lost more than most adults. “Please, Xolani, don't do this. Auntie, take her, please,” you beg, looking up at the sky instead of down at the heartbroken five-year-old at your feet. You stare at the ground for what feels like hours before you hear the steady rumbling of an engine signaling the last time you may ever see your sister. As the car takes off, a switch flicks in your brain, and your feet move as if they were on autopilot. Before you know it, the old-school convertible slows to a stop, and you run up to the car side and reach inside to pull your sister into your arms, an embrace she reciprocates with enthusiasm. “Ndiyakuthanda” (Translates to I adore you.). You carefully place her back into her seat and step away from the car as it takes off.

If we do not meet again in this life, I will pray Bast brings us together in the next.

“Daughter of Khunjulwa,” a stern voice says from behind you. You turn to face the woman addressing you, a Dora Milaje. “She speaks,” you responded, straightening your posture. “You are tall, yes, but your height does little to frighten me. A Dora Milaje exuberates dominance without stretching out her neck like a peacock,” she responds coldly, causing you to deflate a little. “Come with us; we have much to discuss.”

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“You are recruiting the daughter of someone who has committed treason against her sisters-in-arms?” the queen whispers in disbelief. “The girl is safe. Her father was a scientist for the palace, so I am sure she is on our side”. Okoye whispers back, straightening her posture as the three of you approach the throne. The guards freeze at your sides and cross their arms before bowing their heads in respect to the queen. “I have something to say,” you announce before you are silenced by the general “You do not speak to the queen until you are spoken to, girl.” she scolds. The room is deathly silent for a moment before you tilt your head menacingly and glare at the general. “Firstly,” you say, stepping forward, “Ndingumfazi, ungandibizi ngentombazana.” (I am a woman, don't call me girl).

The queen’s eyes widen in shock, but her pursed lips twitch in amusement. “A very bold woman she is. I never see anyone snap back at Okoye,” the queen adds, looking between us. The general sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes in displeasure. The queen stands up from her throne and walks over to you, stopping a few feet back to scan your body. “You’ll need to be fitted for a suit. You're taller and slightly broader than the others. Come with me.” she says, walking past you and down the hall. Hesitantly, you follow obediently behind her until you reach an empty lab surrounded by advanced technology inside and out.

“Stand right there, and I’ll have GRIOT take your measurements,” she says nonchalantly as she presses several buttons on a machine. “You're letting a man take my measurements!?” You exclaim, covering your body despite being fully clothed. The Queen rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “No, GRIOT is my AI.” she corrects. You shake your head and sigh. “I don’t know what is worse. A real man or an artificial one” as if on cue an oddly soothing robotic voice rings around you. “I am simply a program designed to assist Princess Shuri in the lab. I am technically not male or female.” the AI responds. “These AI are becoming too intelligent. They could take over the world you know.” You say, still looking around the room as if expecting a man to appear from around the corner.

Shuri stopped moving and stared at her computer with a sad smile. “Princess, have I upset you?” You ask worriedly. She inhales sharply and resumes her work. “No, you didn’t. Quite the opposite. Just then you reminded me of someone I cared for very deeply.” she turns to you and smiles softly before pulling you to stand in a specific spot on the floor, her cold hands wrapped gently around your wrists. “Don't move. This will only take a moment” you were caught so deep in your stupor you hardly noticed the bright blue ray that shot out to scan your body. “Shuri..” you call out softly, unsure of what prompted you to say her name. She turned to look at you like she had been hypnotized; her body seemed to relax as if a large weight had been lifted from her. “To you, she is Queen” a voice rings out from across the room causing both of you to tense up and look away. “If your business here is complete, you should be on your way.” Okoye says lowly. This time you do not debate. You silently pay your respects and turn towards the stairs. “Wait!” Shuri calls before you ascend the stairs. “Yes, my Queen?” she hesitates and places something in your palm and looks up at you.”come back tomorrow so I can finish your suit.” She pulls her hand away, dragging her fingers briefly across your palm.

“And please..call me Shuri”

#bottom!shuri #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x woc!reader #shuri x plus size!reader #sub!shuri

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kumkaniudaku · 2 years

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Hey! Was wondering if you could do Anger number 20 for T’challa? I never see any angst story’s/ shorts with him and would like to see what that would be like! Tyyyy💜

Hey! Sure! Let’s do this one in honor of Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. Beautiful film. I hope y’all enjoy!

“Where is she!”

Medical staff scrambled to clear a path for King T’Challa as he barreled his way through hallways in blinding rage. He’d never understand the inner workings of American hospitals. They were too slow and hardly prepared for true emergencies. Now was not the time for inaction. Not when his heart was in danger of no longer beating.

“Sir, you can’t be back here.”

T’Challa stopped in his tracks, shoulders raised and face devoid of emotion, to regard the doctor blocking his path forward just a few steps ahead. “Excuse me?”

“You-you, can’t…be back here. This is a restricted area. Staff and patients only, sir.”

“King.”

“I’m sorry. King.”

Stepping forward, T’Challa took two long strides to meet the doctor at eye level. His stare was piercing and unnerving. The hallways grew quiet in anticipation of a blow up from the incensed monarch. Dora Milaje members flanking his side rolled their shoulders back, waiting for nearby security to make a false move.

“Come closer,” T’Challa beckoned before pulling the doctor forward with a strong grip on his shoulder. When he was within whispering distance, the King leaned forward to deliver his message. “I will give you one chance to move before you are forcefully and painfully moved. Is this a thing that you want, Doctor?”

“No, sir.”

“KING!” T’Challa’s voice bounced off the walls loud enough to force a shriek for a nearby nurse. He stood to his full height to address the room. “I am King T’Challa, Son of King T’Chaka! My wife is here because of YOUR negligence! I will not ask again. Show me to her at once!”

Again, medical staff began a mad scramble to escort T’Challa down the long hallway toward his wife’s room. Each step brought forth a sense of dread, making the young king’s stomach churn with uncertainty.

Five years he spent away from his homeland.

Five years he spent unaware that his love had been relocated to the United States by his colleagues for her safety and protection.

And, with his absence, came turmoil and unrest that threatened to unravel the most important thread of his being.

He feared his decision to join the fight had come with more losses than victories.

A sharp left into a cold, soulless room nearly took T’Challa down at the knees. Okoye quickly extended an arm to keep the King upright until he was ready to proceed.

Though weak, Amandla smiled at T’Challa and beckoned for his presence.

“Hey, you,” she spoke, mirth still thick in her voice. “Long time no see, eh?”

T’Challa stood frozen, so she directed her conversation to a teary Okoye. “Cat got his tongue?”

“Ukumkanikazi, I do not think now is the time for joking.”

“I just lost my baby, General. I’d rather use my time to laugh, not cry. And to see my husband if he would join my bedside.” Amandla watched T’Challa slowly lift his eyes from the floor before calling for him again. “Come here, my love. Sit. Be with me.”

T’Challa took slow steps forward, his legs feeling like lead as he moved toward the chair positioned at the head of the bed. His hands covered her much smaller pair before his head dipped to pepper kisses on her knuckles. She smiled down at him then looked to Okoye.

“Leave us for a moment, General.”

Okoye offered wordless acknowledgement and a distant smile as she left the room with staff and Ayo in tow.

Silence quickly took over as Amandla watched T’Challa run his thumb along the Mining Tribe tattoos on the back of her hand.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered without looking into her eyes. “I opened our borders. I invited them into our home. I left you. I’m so, so sorry, Flower.”

Amandla chuckled and rubbed the top of T’Challa’s head. “I ask you to leave me alone all the time and, when you finally do, I end up nearly dead from protecting our greatest resource. This is my fault and my fault only.”

“Our baby is gone.”

“Gone from this existence.” Amandla assured. T’Challa looked up at her with a quizzical look in his eyes. “She is still with us on the other side. Leading, guiding…protecting. Little Anathi. She is with us, remember?”

T’Challa closed his eyes to take a deep breath. “I remember.”

“I think she would’ve had your smile. Of course my natural knack for wit. It’s my most important contribution to the world, you know.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” T’Challa answered, half smiling while fiddling with Amandla’s wedding band. “You’re quite the beauty as well.”

“At least enough to capture the heart of a King, eh?”

“That didn’t capture my heart. It was only the cherry on top.”

Amandla in response to T’Challa’s compliment before blessing his forehead with a kiss. They sat in comfortable silence, both ghosting their fingers of Amandla’s stomach in a sad tribute to their daughter.

“T’Challa,” Amandla spoke after several minutes.

“Yes, My Love.”

“Please do not mistake my calmness as the absence of anger.” Her small hands cupped her husband’s face to bring him to eye level. A fierce fire burned inside both of them, transferred in a silent stare that spoke 1,000 words.

“I want them all dead. Every man, woman and child. Only blood can atone for the loss of our child. Let them know. Wakanda will see her revenge.”

T’Challa studied his wife’s face for any sign of trepidation but found none. She’d made her decision and, as her protector and husband, knew that the call of duty must be answered.

Leaning forward, he kissed her nose then lips before locking eyes again.

“You will have all that you desire. That is my promise.”

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Leaders from each global nation sat in the halls of the UN, chatter intertwining in the air to form senseless babble. The quarterly session was due to begin shortly, but the wait for Wakanda’s leader had become unbearable. Whispers of rumored sanctions and fines for King T’Challa’s lack of cooperation with vibranium’s resourcing had grown deafening amongst influential circles. Today was the day of reckoning.

All conversations ceased once the doors of the hall opened abruptly, revealing King T’Challa and the Dora Milaje with hardened expressions.

Their strides to the podium commanded attention and ire alike. It was no secret that the King and his country were less than welcomed by many of the political power players. That mattered not to T’Challa. He was there as the leader of his country, not to make allies.

Once he reached the podium, the meeting began.

“King T’Challa, when you brought Wakanda from the shadows into the public conversation, you swore to share resources with the rest of the world. You have failed at the promise.” The leader of the United Kingdom waited for a response from the King but received nothing in return. The leader of France began to speak.

“A failure to cooperate is against the oath we’ve taken. What makes Wakanda above reproach?” Her statement drew a scowl from King T’Challa as he regarded her with disgust. “We need vibranium to -”

“You need nothing from my people. You have taken more than enough. We will allow it no more.”

Audible gasps sounded around the room at T’Challa’s challenge. He stood and continued to speak.

“Your greed has cost Wakanda our way of life and an heir. My daughter was killed in your covert attack on our lab. You nearly took my wife. I owe you the heads of your countrymen on my General’s spear!

All eyes fixated on T’Challa as he commanded the center of the room. Reaching into his pocket, he tossed a tangled mess of bloodied French army dog tags in front of the ambassador. She shrunk back in terror.

“You took everything from me and, now, it’s my turn to do the same to you. Wakanda is coming with the fury of our ancestors. Prepare if you can. All those who wish to avoid conflict should make their allegiance known. As for the rest, you’ve been warned.”

Smoothing his suit, T’Challa took a final look at his adversaries before gesturing for the Dora Milaje to follow him out of the room.

He was a man of his word. The Queen shall get what she desires.

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