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axailslink · 5 months

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You must think me a fool

Dark!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Warrior FEM reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your people are dying"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are sick"

"No"

"Yes"

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

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

"I care about you..."

"You must think me a fool."

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

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

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mikado2021 · 3 years

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A Toymaker's Dream

(Horror short story, part of the Michael Southward’s Darkest Nightmares short story compilation)

My name is Graham Butterbean and I am a toymaker. I live in a rural village just north from the main city of Budapest, near the borders of Slovakia. It is a very small population of around 25 people, but we get many visitors as this village is famed for its craftsmanship in many fields.

Out of all the craftsmen I am the most favoured by the locals as I make toys for free for the children who live here. The parents are grateful and are amazed by how realistic the wooden toys look and feel as if they were human... there is a secret to this...

Today is the day before the big festival of Regin, the god of craftsmen and metal workers. We host a celebration and festival tribute to this God every year to say thanks for our gifted skills in crafting. So, because it is tomorrow we all prepare loads of products that we make and bring them to the festival where we might trade for other people's work or gift them to the statue that is located in the middle of the town, the statue is of Regin.

For me it's about quality and dedication to the craft. So, I start early in the morning as I need to make as many toys as possible. Of course, the festival attracts many tourists and people from the main areas of Hungary as it isn't the same in the city like atmosphere, so this is a good opportunity for us to make some money and for me to get new resources.

As soon as I complete my morning routine and open my shutters on the top floor of my workshop I instantly spot newcomers from out of the village, after all it is easy to remember the 25 faces that already live here, so I shout down to them in a welcoming tone and voice the words of "Good morning and please if you would like a souvenir to take with you, come visit my shop!" as I complete that sentence I knew I got their attention straight away as their eyes widened with gracefulness and so did mine...

I go downstairs and unlock the shop ready for business and they come in with cold faces and sparkling eyes... the appearance of someone from a different climate and lifestyle. "Come in, come in" I welcome them and let them have a look at my products like it was an art gallery that was ready for exhibitions to be inspected.

"My, this place is wonderful! You made these all by hand and tool?" one of the customers were truly amazed by my works and I nodded to confirm their assumption. After a few minutes of browsing they pick two items, presumably one for each of them, and place them on my counter. "Is that all?" I ask them to make sure they don't want anything else as it is hard to make money anyways so it's worth the hustle. They shake their head in politeness and I bag their items and tell them the price. They pay it... but after they do and before they could make it to the door, I reach to it first and I lock the door.

"E-Erm excuse me? W-Wha-What are you doing?" the woman asks me as it is truly strange for someone to just lock the door before their customers leave but I need resources and well... here they are... fresh ones too...

"You'll make excellent toys..." I say in a croaky voice as my voice box lessened in efficiency as I was preparing myself for their struggle when I take them by force. The man puts his hand on my shoulder and asks to let them out but I counter his grab and inject some medicine to put him to sleep and for the woman she just screamed at the sight of her boyfriend or fiancé dropping to the floor like an anchor hitting the ocean bed at the docks. I put her to sleep too. With both of my offerings now asleep I can finally make the toy of my dreams...

I string them up like a defenceless animal that has already been slaughtered and ready for food processing however, this is different as they're going to stay alive and I'm going to keep it that way. After they're strung up I begin my work with first lay down the initial pieces of wood along certain body parts that don't really need fine tuning so I can just nail them on straight away without annoyance but of course after the first nail enters the wood and skin it wakes them up and that's when the process gets annoying...

Sadly, I don't have any more medicine so they're going to just have to put up with the pain and let me finish my work... for the festival... after the basic pieces along the body are done I begin to work on the more tedious pieces such as the face, hands, feet and genitals. As I sand and shape the wood to perfection, my smile grows even more as this is the best work I have ever done in my years of toymaking. Once I make the pieces, it is time to put them on to the model and I must say these victims were very loud. I do the hands and feet first and then move on to the genitals... I nail and staple the wood with the help of the labia acting as the supports, the woman screamed in agony as I did this but it was all for the festival so she will understand that her sacrifice is greatly received.

Next was the man's turn as I nailed his piece through the testicles and the opening of the penis, jab, as expected he screamed too and passed out twice through the procedure but if only they knew how important this all was to me, to all of us. Finally, it got to the crowning of the toy... the part where I put their crown of thorns on and lay them up for sacrifice and grace from the God Regin. I knock a small nail, tack, through the forehead as I don't want to kill them and then medium sized nails through the eyes and chin completing my models for the festival.

I stand back in awe as I look at my beautiful creations... there were no longer screams... just muffles through the rings of wood and tears soaking the inner trunks of this beauty...

The toys get taken to the town square and put up on stands for examination by the other villagers, that means touching, looking up close and even getting excited... a bit too excited... after the toys have been exploited and violated we all stand back and we let the God Regin take them... a flame sparks and set them on fire and yet again they managed to scream only this time it was much much... louder... God Regin is pleased with my work and I... I have accomplished... my toymaker's dream...

A day passes and newcomers spot the village as they're passing by...

"Johnnnn why are we stopping?"

"Relax babe, it is about time we be adventurous and explore the open world a bit"

"John I have a hair appointment at 3:30!"

"Yeah, yeah we wont be late for your HaIr ApPoinTMenT. Are you coming with me or not?"

"Fine but not long"

I convince my girlfriend to finally do something spontaneous and go to a nearby village instead of keeping to the road for the trip and we make it down to the village. It seems desolate and frankly rustic and abandoned so I got excited to explore this place.

"Good morning and please if you would like a souvenir to take with you, come visit my shop!" that's weird I thought, someone lives here? And they have a shop so they must be more people around. My curiosity took over and I lead myself and my girlfriend to the shop once he let us in and we looked around. The stuff he made was wooden and lively like as if they were finished with real human skin it was amazing... I must get two as I wont get another experience quite like this. I get the items to the counter and get asked if that's all and I nod in agreement and pay for the items as they get bagged however as soon as I get given the items the man darts to the door and locks it whilst I notice at the back of the shop there are stairs leading down to a basement and the trial is shown in blood as if someone or something was dragged down there... before I could even make a comment on it and ask him I feel a slight prick and my eyes close... 'the festival is tomorrow' I hear before I'm fully unconscious 'and you're going to outdo my last creation'... 'my last toymaker's dream...'

#creepy #horror #short story #spooky #thriller #my writing

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