#shuri in that wedding dress

[chottopoco]

Me, realizing there is like 4 months to go before The Wedding in Estuary:

#watch Talokanda go into overdrive with preparing #all them salty craftspeople will have Complaints lmaoooooo #“what do you mean i have four months to embroider and bead the Princess' wedding dress?” #“Chaac help me how many weeks yo embroider our king's wedding regalia?” #they gonna close up shop and take a looooooong break afterwards lol #it's gonna be like #craftspeople 🤝🏾 warriors #lolololol #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #namor of talokan #shuri #nashuri

[angelsmist]

WAR OF HEARTS

prompt: your sister, princess afia and princess shuri had been placed into an arranged marriage. this did not work in your favor, because of your secret feelings towards shuri. soon, it grew into hatred, and you and shuri could barely be in the same room without some type of argument ensuing. but, that tension’s gotta be released somehow…

contains: sexual themes, cursing, kinda ooc shuri (?)

authors note: i swear i’m not capable of one-shots like i’m always making a series 😭 this don’t gotta be a series but just lmk if you guys would like more and get specific 🧘🏾‍♀️

also this is heavily inspired by bridgerton because i started binging and got obsessed w anthony and kate and their TENSIONNN.

got a lil carried away w this one 🤭

you adjusted your dress, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. you were getting quite sick of these out-of-the-blue dinners.

your nation, seynyti was currently in the process of forming some sort of alliance with wakanda. the two nations had lived in peace with one another for many, many centuries. it made sense, seeing as both of the kingdoms were private and closed off from the world, but not secret. but to seal the deal, your sister, princess afia and princess shuri were arranged a marriage.

this had been decided about a year ago. there wasn’t any immediate action to start the wedding, as both of the rulers of the nations wanted a proper proposal. though, there was yet to be one.

your parents believed it was because your sister and shuri wanted to take your time. but truthfully, neither of them could feel much for the other. this marriage was for the sake of their country, and thankfully, they had their nation’s best interest at heart. it was a good agreement, and everyone should’ve been at the very least satisfied.

keyword “should’ve”. you were terribly miserable.

before the idea of your sister marrying shuri was proposed, you two were best friends. like, inseparable. you both bonded over the fact that the two of you were scientists. it was refreshing to have someone your age understand half of the things you talked about. it only made sense that you’d eventually grow feelings for her. you kept quiet about it, though, fearful of what the outcome would be.

it was too late now, anyway.

when you found out about this arranged marriage, you slowly began to resent shuri. and the love you once had for her soon turned to bitterness. at least that’s what you had told yourself.

the both of you had gone from being attached to the hip to having an attitude whenever you’d have to be in a room together. you felt guilty for ruining your friendship with her, but you feared that you’d put the marriage in jeopardy if you remained close with the princess.

so, you convinced yourself that you hated the princess. shuri slowly began to return the attitude. she was hurt by your sudden switch-up, but she refused to show the effects it had on her.

honestly, all it did was build up tension. the hateful eye contact that had just pinches of love in it, the constant bickering, the disagreements. the list could go on. you and shuri had so many unsaid words, that it drove you crazy. hence, why you couldn’t bear to even be in a room with her.

you didn’t have a choice this time, though. your parents had scheduled a dinner with the family of wakanda for a reason that you did not know of.

the dress your mother picked out for you made you feel slightly overdressed. it was a navy blue bodycon dress that happened to capture your curves, even the ones you preferred not to display at a family dinner.

it matched nicely with your golden collar necklace, as well as your earrings that were made with vibranium, a gift given to you by shuri herself before all of the marriage plans went down.

you had been fiddling with an earring unintentionally, attracting shuri’s attention from across the table. you felt her brown orbs burning into your skin. instinctively, you locked eyes with her. a sly grin washed over her features when she noticed your choice in jewelry. not wanting to give her the satisfaction of making you melt under her gaze, you maintained eye contact. it stayed like that until your sister, afia, tapped on shuri’s shoulder to gain her attention. still, her head moved towards afia’s face, but her eyes stayed on you for just a few seconds before averting your gaze completely.

“your dress looks lovely,” nakia complimented next to you. a smile tugged at your lips from her words.

“thank you, nakia. you look stunning as well. i see your matching outfit with t’challa. it’s beautiful,” you complimented, momentarily looking at what the king wore.

your mother used this as an opportunity to bring attention to afia and shuri. “speaking of matching outfits, we should try to get you two to match more.”

unintentionally, you let out a giggle at the idea of afia and shuri matching outfits. it worked for nakia and t’challa, but you knew if they tried it, they’d look like complete dorks.

your short laugh was loud enough for only those at the table to hear. they stared at you expectantly, thinking you’d say something to explain yourself.

shuri spoke before you could mutter an apology, wanting to add fuel to the fire. “did i miss a joke? i’d like to laugh.”

“oh, sorry. i just coughed,” you lied, attempting to keep your face neutral since all eyes were on you. “it wasn’t a laugh.”

for some reason, that still wasn’t enough for shuri. “good. maybe you could match with someone as well. all you have to do is find someone that can tolerate you for longer than five minutes.”

this wasn’t anything new. as disrespectful as it seemed to say, everyone was perfectly aware of you and shuri’s constant bickering. that’s why most of the time they try to keep you two at a distance. but when it came to dinners like these, an argument was unavoidable. everyone liked to brush it off as a joke in hopes of deescalating the situation.

“shuri!” queen ramonda scolded, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

“it’s okay, queen ramonda,” you dismissed politely, stirring up a combination of words to fire back at the princess. “shuri’s right, if we’re being honest.”

the younger udaku stared at you in shock. “am i?”

“yes,” you confirmed, nodding. you stuck your fork into a piece of chicken and picked at it. “you’re very lucky you had your spouse picked out for you. if that hadn’t happened, you probably wouldn’t have found anybody for at least another ten years.”

there it was. not your best comeback, but it was enough to light some kind of fire in her.

shuri set her fork down. “okay. i’d like to talk to princess (name) for a second outside.”

your brother finally spoke after being silently occupied with the jollof rice. “please, go ahead. we are tired of your bickering.”

your mother gave him a look that told him to stay quiet, but it was easy to tell that she did not disagree with him.

“fine,” you complied, rising from your chair as shuri did the same.

once the two exited the great hall and were out of view from the rest of the family, shuri forcefully dragged you into a smaller room that look as if it were meant for two. it had a fireplace that happened to be one, along with two seats around it.

you shook off shuri’s grasp, the anger evident in your face. “you better not give me shit. you’re the one who started it this time.”

“only because you embarrassed me last week in the lab,” she retorted, making sure to to lock the door behind her.

“i was just correctly your calculations. you’re welcome, by the way,” you sarcastically spoke. “it’s not my fault that you’re not as smart as me.”

“and it’s not my fault that all your manners suddenly disappear when i enter a room.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes drifting over to the fireplace that lit up the room. shuri moved from the door and walked close enough to you to the point where you’d probably have to look up a bit to meet her eyes.

when your gaze shifted back to her face, you realized her eyes were no longer on yours. rather, slightly below them. turns out, crossing your arms in a dress that already showed enough cleavage would only push them up more. and as it seems, it was a enough to catch the princess’s attention.

you quickly realized what her gaze was stuck on, and a smirk appeared on your lips. “my eyes are up here, princess.”

your words snapped her out of the state she was in, and when your facials registered in her mind, her irritation grew even more. you loved it.

“are you aware of how annoying you are?” she inquired, playing off what had taken place merely seconds ago. “you actually drive me insane.”

you simply just raised your eyebrows at her question, displaying sarcasm.

when shuri didn’t say anything else, you took it upon yourself to end the conversation. “if that’s all.”

you took a few steps so you could go past shuri and to the door, but when you began to pass her, you felt something, or someone stop you.

your orbs looked downwards to see one of shuri’s hands on your waist to keep you from moving any further.

“princess shuri,” you said firmly. “let me go.”

you finally looked away from her hand that was still on your waist, and back to her.

you two were much closer now, and the height difference didn’t help either.

“so formal.” she clicked her tongue, looking away from your for only a second to shake her head.

“shuri,” you repeated. “let.me.go.”

she lowered her head to reach yours as you lifted your head up to meet in the middle. she brought her lips to your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat. “and if i don’t want to?”

you stayed completely still. if you even moved an inch, chances are, your lips would at the very least brush over shuri’s. and you weren’t sure what would’ve happened next.

it hadn’t dawned to you how much tension had built up between the two of you until now. it sucked, because you were fighting every bone in your body to refrain from pouncing.

you could hear the arrogance dripping from shuri’s words as she spoke. “you know, when i told you that you drive me crazy, i meant in more ways than one.”

you let out a shaky breath, moving your head to the side to look shuri in the eye. you inched your head backwards to avoid any contact of her lips, but her head chased yours slightly. you realized the side of your nose was in contact with hers.

you couldn’t help it. your orbs flickered down to the princess’ lips that were barely centimeters from yours. by the time you caught yourself staring, shuri had already noticed, hence the growing grin on her face.

“we should…we should head…back.” your words came out breathy and just a bit unclear. you seriously, seriously couldn’t help it. you found every part of you craving her more than anything. images flashed in your mind. the kind of images that one should not think of. especially not with your sister’s future wife.

shuri placed herself in a place where her lips just hovered over yours. and just when you thought they’d touch, she pulled back.

“you’re right,” she stated, dropping her hand from your waist. “we should.”

she looked more than pleased with herself as she walked away from you and exited the room.

you stood there for about a minute, dumbfounded. did that actually just happen? was that a mindfuck?

regardless, both you and shuri knew that she had won the battle for tonight. but like they always say, the war was far from over.

#shuri x reader #black panther fic #fanfic #shuri udaku #shuri x f!reader #shuri x you #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader

[nexusnyx]

they featured a bit of haiti in bp2 so i was wondering if you could write a fic of shuri teaching y/n kompa and just to add in that spice, they’re just friends who like each other but are too blind to see 🤭

→ follow my lead

🏷️Fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, no Wakanda Forever spoilers. [1.8k]

"Aren't you gonna dance?" Aneka asks.

Her smile today was blinding, but not enough to trick you into one of the few things you never learned how to do. "I'm good, darling," you wave a dismissive hand, then grab one of hers between your palms. "Go back to the dance floor. I'm ok here."

Aneka gives you a little whine, leaning in your direction with a pout. "It's my wedding day. Can I please have one of my best friends on the dance floor with me?" she pleas, blinking up at you.

"I don't know how to dance," you argue. "You know that."

"You don't need to know how to dance. You can move horribly. You can just spin around. I don't care. Just come." The eyes are almost closing the deal for you when— "There you are! My Queen. Come here, please? Can you talk this woman into joining us on the dance floor? Talk some sense into her. Scientist to scientist."

and shit.

Without looking back, you can feel her presence getting closer, and by the time Aneka is done speaking, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and high above you a melodic voice says, "I'll have a word with her."

"You make it sound like I'm in trouble," you answer as you look up.

There she is, your heart says.

"You might be," Shuri replies. Has she grown even more? It looks like it, or maybe it's just the angle—either way, you feel a smile forming at the sight of her smiling down at you from the corner of her mouth. "You're making the bride pout on her wedding day. That's not very nice."

"And she refused to dance with me," Aneka adds, letting go of your hands.

"And you refused to dance with her," Shuri echoes, making 'tsk tsk' sounds, shaking her head.

"I was trying to spare the dance floor people of bruised toes," you defend yourself, smiling despite all the teasing being thrown your way.

Shuri's hand on your shoulder feels warmer as it remains there. "You're not that bad," says Shuri.

"Shuri."

"What? I've seen you dance. It's—decent," Shuri smiles like she's trying to keep in the laughter.

Decent. "Wow, I've never been more flattered. Now I'm convinced to go and dance."

"Oh, c'mon, you can put the sass back in the drawer, Doc." Shuri has this power to use that condescending tone laced with so much fondness that it makes you happy that the heat on your cheeks is hard to see. "I meant it—it's decent. Could take some work, but I get that it's your weak spot. We've all got one. It's cool."

"Oh, you have a weak spot, do you?"

Shuri nods with feigned seriousness washing over her features. "Only one. But that's Wakanda's most highly secured secret, at the moment."

You turn to Aneka to ask if 'is this a secret Dora mission or have you heard of it', but—her face.

Aneka schools her expression back into neutrality the second your attention — and most likely Shuri's — falls on her, but you saw it.

The smug top lip. Smirk in her mouth as well as her eyes.

"Oh, yes—General Okoye tells us to do rounds and check on this precious, secret treasure, every single day," Aneka joins in, face equally serious. "But!" She claps her hands together and stands up at once. "Today I am off duty. And, if you two will excuse me, Doctor, my Queen, I'm on my way back to the dance floor. My wife awaits," the word is spoken with all the honey that exists in Birmin Zana, and Aneka's dress flows around her as she leaves. "I'll see you two in there!"

The invite seems to seal the deal, and you feel your stomach coiling up in dread before you gather the courage to look up again.

Shuri places her drink on the table, and extends her hand out in a silent request.

"Well—one doesn't simply refuse our Queen and Panther, so," you say as you place your hand on hers.

Shuri frowns as you stand up. "Is that why you're getting up?" her hand stay on yours, as if this kind of closeness was normal in your friendship.

"Uh—no. I'm just teasing, Shuri," you give her hand a squeeze.

She hums. "Okay. Good. 'Cause you don't have to dance if you don't want to.

It's only the anxiety ball heating up your belly that reminds you of why you were sitting this far at the party. "Nah," you shake your head. "If you don't abandon me on the dance floor I'll be okay," you add.

It's only the warmth of Shuri's fingers, closed around yours so gently, that makes you feel safe whilst doing something that makes you so embarrassed.

With a smile back on her face, Shuri guides you two to the middle of the packed dance floor.

Walking beside her with her hand still holding yours, is not an experience you thought you'd ever have.

It almost pulls your soul out of your body.

The crowd parts for the Panther to pass.

Seconds before it happens she is just Shuri—just the friend you've had for a few years since you moved to the capitol to work with what you loved. She might've been the most intimidating person at first—a Princess, the Princess, the smartest person alive, one of the greatest inventors of all times, the most beautiful woman you had ever, ever laid eyes upon...

But then, she became Shuri.

Now, though, everything was different.

The only thing that remained was the way she made you feel every time she walked into a room.

Nothing changed about the way you sought and craved her approval, her eyes on you, a smile on her lips placed there by your words or actions. It was all the same—the heat in your whole body every time she brushed her fingertips on yours; the clench on your chest at every hug, and the desperate rivers of love pouring out of your heart every time you thought about how much you wanted, felt, and could never have.

And yet, somehow, there you were.

"Hey," a snap.

Shuri snaps her fingers in front of your face, and you look around the dancing bodies and the glowing, glittery mist in the air.

"Damn. I think you might be getting a little second-hand high, love," Shuri whispers, setting her body closer to yours.

You notice her hand still holds yours.

You nod, dumbly, and feeling hot all over. "Yeah." God, she looks so good. The painted job on her face with gold makes her look like a goddess. Bast, help me, you cry quietly. "The song is nice, though."

Shuri's chin tilts up as she closes her eyes and listens to the beat that's making the floor vibrate.

Smiling, she starts moving, and in the same second, you know you're done for.

"It is," her smile widens.

The hand holding yours pulls you close until your bodies are almost touching, only inches apart, and then she leans in to whisper on your year. "Can I teach you kompa?"

"I'm not sure I can—"

"Shhh. No. Wrong look on the situation. I didn't ask about your abilities, I asked if I can try to guide you with mine," Shuri interrupts before you get too far.

You want to melt every inch of you all over her. "Okay," you nod. "Just... no expectations," a strangled laugh comes out of you.

Shuri leans back to nod her understanding, and you realize she needed to be that close for you to hear her.

The music is loud.

When you feel her other hand, it almost tunes out every word being sung by the speakers—Shuri holds you by the hip, and moves her head so is hovering over your shoulder again.

"You kinda have to..." the hand applies some pressure, and when she moves you, Shuri's hips move along with yours. "Move with me." She does it again, only this time, her hand slides to your lower back to pull you back in the opposite direction. "See?" With her hip now closer, it almost feels like a magnet to just let her be your current. "You let me lead and slowly we go."

Slowly is kind of a problem.

Those are the thing you usually try to find a solution for, but this one...

"Nice," she whispers.

You have to bite on your lip to stop anything from coming out.

Shuri's hand is firm. It makes you feel confident to let your hand hold her forearm, while your other goes to her sides.

You don't put pressure, don't think too much about the fabric of her clothes—you just let yourself feel her rhythm, her body that progressively gets closer to yours, and the way you can feel her breathing on your ear and neck.

"You're not so bad at this," Shuri chuckles.

"High praise again," you mutter when you find your voice. "So flattered."

The sarcasm makes Shuri laugh, and get bolder.

She gets fancy with her moves, but you don't panic this time.

This dancefloor has dozens of people you know and adore, dozens that you never saw before, but they all might as well be gone.

What else is there but Shuri, her hands guiding you on your hips and back, and the way she grins every time she steps back to spin and be herself?

It's so beautiful to see that you start to laugh.

To let it go.

Shuri spins you, pulls you to her arm like you and her danced for eons before, and if she sees what her proximity is doing to you, she doesn't seem to mind.

Her smile only widens. Her body only presses with more certainty.

You imagine this is how starts collide.

When two cores gain gravity on each other, and crashing is only logical. It's the only way.

Circling each other, your eyes are unable to leave one another.

When you cling onto her arms after three heartbeats of Shuri simply looking, she squeezes your waist.

Her head moves until it's inches apart from yours, and then, Shuri creates music all by herself.

With lips touching your ear, she whispers, "I wanna get out of here with you. Just—a bit. Just to talk." She leans back to look into your eyes again.

She knows. She sees it.

She smiles.

"You wanna come?" she mouths.

All you can do is nod, and follow her.

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Heavenly Promises

Summary: Witness the coming of a new era between Wakanda and Talokan with the matrimony between you and Namor.

Pairing: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x reader

Fandom: Marvel- Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Word Count: 1,227

Warning(s): Fluff, fluff and more fluff :D

A/N: I did a little research on what a Wakandan wedding is supposed to be like and I lifted a little inspiration from T’Challa and Ororo Munroe’s wedding in the comics. You can also see my terrible knowledge about royal stuff ;-;. Also, the language reader speaks is Xhosa. But here is the mini sequel (and final!) to Pulchritudinous Promise that everyone wanted! Enjoy and comments appreciated!   A/N 2: Should I put my header in my fics or nah? I feel it defeats the purpose of putting a pretty gif of the character tho...

To part 1: Pulchritudinous Promises

Taglist: NIL

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The cool breeze shook tall, green trees lightly. The sound of leaves rustling combined with waves crashing lightly against the sandy shores were music to [Name]’s ears. She slowly leaned back on the makeshift hammock, feet and back aching. She adjusted the low ends of her sun dress, heaving a tired sigh. A hammock wasn’t the best place to rest but it was the best she had for the moment. Before K’uk’ulkan would come and retrieve her. Nearby, Talokanil and Wakandan warriors stood guard, eyes sharp with weapons in hand, ready to attack any intruders that dared to get close.

[Name]’s eyes glanced up to the tall palm trees shading her from the warm sun. She was thankful for it. Her dress was starting to cling to her damp skin. Her muscles eased, hands clasped together as she gave in. She allowed her mind to drift and it drifted far indeed. Her thoughts brought up past memories, specifically, her coming-together with Talokan’s King.

[Name]’s lips pursed, anxiety clouded her mind as she watched her maidens whizzing around the room, ensuring her wedding wear was ready. Shuri was finishing up on her cap, its colour a shade of black, gold and blue with a splash of emerald green, the material was soft vibranium. She could see herself in the mirror, donning her Black Panther suit. But it was different. It was decorated with emerald green, representing Talokan’s side. She had to admit, it was the perfect addition to her vibranium suit. A maiden brought over her necklace, jewels decorated each chain and a large gem in the middle that sat above her breasts.

A loud sigh left her lips and that took Shuri’s attention away from the cape and to her sister.

“Sister, what’s wrong?” The young princess smoothed out the fur on the cape before approaching the older woman. [Name] looked up at her sister, gloved hand touching the large, green Jade that sat on her chest. “Just nervous,” “Nervous? Why are you nervous, sister? This is a happy day, a day that will be remembered by our future predecessors,” Shuri pulled a chair, sitting beside [Name].

“I know, Shuri. But this wedding..I’m getting married, Shuri. There is so much I have thought about. Like, how often will I see you and Mother? Or will Wakanda be safe if I’m not around during the six months. Or..What if I can’t be the perfect wife to K’uk’ulkan?” She looked up at Shuri and the young princess had a sympathetic smile on her lips. Shuri took her sister’s hands, clutching it tightly.

“You love him, don’t you?” [Name] nodded slowly, biting her lower lip.

“And he loves you, sister. I know he does. I have seen the way he looks at you with each visit, sister and I know he loves you. You are the perfect woman for him and an amazing woman entirely. There is nothing to be nervous about and you don’t have to worry about Wakanda. I’m almost completing the Midnight Angels,” Shuri smiled brightly.

A knock came at the door and it squeaked open. “Princess [Name], Princess Shuri, the ceremony is about to begin,” A runner reminded. Shuri stood, grabbing the cape. The two maidens moved to pick up the long ends of the cape, moving with Shuri as she fastened the cape around her sister’s neck. [Name] had tears in her eyes, pulling her sister in for a hug as soon as she was done.

“Thank you…Shuri,”

Shuri let out a soft laugh, a growing lump in her throat as she felt hot tears pricked her own eyes.

“Now, let’s get this ceremony completed. I don’t know how long I must wear this dress,” She joked and [Name] laughed lightly.

[Name] could hear loud ceremonial music playing, interchanging between Wakandan and Talokanil. She could see K’uk’ulkan behind the eyes of her Black Panther helm. He was dressed gorgeously in his own ceremonial robes, which shared the colours of Wakanda. His wear was decorated with gold and jade jewels and almost instantly, her worries elevated. She could see Shuri beside Mother, who seemed to be holding back happy tears at the sight of her oldest daughter getting married. Her heart ached a little to see her mother’s tears but she knew it was for a joyful reason.

The ceremony went by like a blur, heavy drums played in the back with both Wakandan and Talokanil dancers moving to the beat. They didn’t need rings to showcase their marriage for their word and ritual was enough to bind both powerful beings together.

The helm retracted and slowly, [Name] looked up to face her new husband. She could hear faintly as the Elder Statesman announced, “Bast has blessed this couple! Pity anyone who would stand in the path of their happiness and their love. Now, let us celebrate this new merging between our two worlds!”

[Name] had both arms around K’uk’ulkan’s neck and the smile he wore on his lips was the biggest she had ever seen. She felt his strong hands snake around her waist, leaning in slowly.

“I am a very happy man, [Name]. My mother would have loved you,”

[Name] flushed darkly, lips pursed. “I know she would. I will love you to the stars beyond,” And the handsome smile that graced the King’s lips grew bigger.

“In yaakunech, in reina,” (I love you, my queen) K’uk’ulkan leaned down, slowly.

[Name] leaned up, lips barely brushing together. She could feel his warm breath fluttering her upper lip and felt her cheeks heat up.

“Ndiyakuthanda nam nkosi yam,” (I love you too, my king)

Their lips met in a deep kiss, surrounding cheers and music got louder but [Name] only focused on her husband and so did he.

K’uk’ulkan had done nothing but show her so much kindness and showered her with love and she did the same. She was welcomed with open arms into Talokan, the people took [Name] in as their new queen. When [Name] was crowned the new Queen of Wakanda, K’uk’ulkan became the royal consort, an honorary King. In her absence, her Mother would lead the kingdom, of course. The six-months agreement still stood but K’uk’ulkan had agreed to ease up that specific agreement.

Aside from that, [Name] could not ask for a better life. She had an island all for herself so she could live on land when she missed it. The island was protected by Wakandans and Talokanil warriors regularly while [Name] stayed in the little house, tending to herself while K’uk’ulkan was away for his own duties. But when he returned, they would always fill their house with love, the final touch to their marriage.

[Name] never stopped thanking Bast for this life she lived.

The sound of waves splashing hard against rocks pulled [Name] out of her trance. She turned her head, watching as K’uk’ulkan left the waters with his spear in hand. The woman smiled widely, carefully leaving her hammock to approach her husband. He leaned in, sharing a sweet kiss with his wife.

His hand moved to [Name]’s engorged belly, thumb caressing lovingly. [Name] clutched to K’uk’ulkan’s side as she leaned in to rest her forehead against his. He exhaled lightly, feeling a light kick to his palm.

“Welcome back, my king,”

“I have return, my queen, my princess,”

#marvel #marvel one shot #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #namor #namor x reader #namor x fem!reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #mcu #mcu x reader #namor imagine #namor one shot #kukulkan #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #tenoch huerta

[desswright29]

Don’t Leave

A/N:Here y’all go! 😉

Contains: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, Shuri is spiraling. Word count:4k +

Pairing: Shuri X Black Fem Reader

SHAME PT.5

Prestent Day

Shuri’s POV 

I chased her. I chased Y/n, knowing I didn’t have my full heart to give. After coronation, I went to pursue her. I gave her about a month to cool off, while still maintaining my relationship with Eve. Yea, I know. What the hell were you thinking Shuri? Why Shuri? Easy answer. I was thinking about me, and it’s what I wanted. 

My relationship with Eve in hindsight couldn’t really be called that. It was very obvious early on that I wasn’t interested in men. So, Eve being the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, caught my attention easily. Obviously, there were an elite few who really got close with Wakandan royalty. Her father was leader of the Jabari tribe, and she often would end up at the palace with her father when the council would meet. Her mother had died during child birth so Mama felt a certain responsibility to Eve, since she had no mother figure. So, often the palace was where she’d spent most of her time. As we grew older Eve grew more beautiful. It was hard not to fall for her. Unfortunately, Eve was not likable to the majority. Often using her connection with the royal family to claim her superiority. But, she was good to me. We laughed, we played, we talked, and then we kissed. My 18th birthday we made it official. She went on to become a model, and we slowly fell apart. But we were comfortable with one another. She’d been through so much with me that I’d always felt that sense of loyalty to her. Until Y/n.

Y/n was, and still is very much my equal. Compatible with me in every way. I’d even go as far as saying she’s better than me, in most ways. No one would ever be able to compare. To be fair there’s not a lot of Megastar super genius singer/ scientist, that were beautiful enough to heal nations around, and could make me laugh until my belly ached, and I lost her. Let her slip right through my fucking fingers. Thinking back on those years I can’t help but feel ashamed. The way I handled everything caused so much unnecessary pain. I should’ve taken the time out to heal. Instead, I chased. I’d chased what felt good to me. I was so tender, so wounded inside; It was easier to lean into what made me comfortable. At the time my comfortability lied in numbness. The only thing I wanted to feel is what pleased me. My anger, my pleasure. 

“Shuri.” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Nakia looking at me with worry settled into her eyes. “Are you ok?” I gave a soft nod not really having the energy to speak. I’d put on my proverbial mask and had a successful interview with the State Senate about the plans for the outreach, and was now seated comfortably in the back seat of the Royal Maybach. Seated, man spread, arm comfortably resting on the console, while I gazed out of the window not looking at anything in particular. Everything seemed to be a blur until…

“STOP! STOP THE CAR!” Okoye slammed on the breaks stopping abruptly in the middle of the road causing many cars to honk, as they made quick stops to avoid hitting us.

“What in the world SHURI! What is it!” Ignoring her, I quickly opened the car door, stepping out of the car stumbling toward the sidewalk. I couldn’t stop myself from walking forward. Like a moth being drawn to a flame. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, like the beat of a sad drum before the violins began to swell, the enchanting sounds swirling around my head, swallowing me into my sorrow. It felt like a dream walk, But sadly this was my reality. 

In front of me was a beautiful building labeled “Glasshouse Chealsea”. There was an obvious wedding party, Bridesmaids dressed in the most beautifully simple flowing olive gowns. Grooms men dressed in simple black tuxes. Music was being played as a crowd of guest gathered around the stairs dancing, and clapping, whooping excitedly for the newly weds. 

Then there she was. The most beautiful Bride I’d ever seen. Transported directly from the television, to just steps away from my touch, glowing even more beautifully in person. I was stopped in my tracks. It was really her. Standing right before me. My Y/n, my muse, my reason, the one who held my heart. There she stood, with her new husband smiling from ear to ear. She truly looked happy. Embracing him, looking into his eyes with a look so familiar it physically pained me to recognize. Love. She loved him. I could feel my heart clench in my chest as they share a loving kiss; making their way down the stairs giving hugs as they head toward a red Porche labeled just married. 

Shoulders back head held high, she walked with grace. Elegant in all her simplicity. She once told me, Beauty and intelligence are one in the same, no one respects it if you’re shoving it down their throats.” Ha. She lived by that. Naturally alluring, it was in the sway of her hips, in the enunciation of her words, in her expression of her big beautiful brown eyes. The expression in those big brown eyes that were now staring deep into mine. 

I could see the many emotions run through her eyes. Recognition, confusion, hurt. I hadn’t layed eyes on her in person for 2 years. But here she was. My Y/n. Except, she wasn’t mine anymore. The constant reminders of that where ripping my heart to shreds.

 Her eyes lingered on mine a bit before she stepped back and quickly broke eye contact with me, allowing her husband to lead her to the car. Leaving me standing in the middle of the side walk. I stood awhile longer, a lone tear falling from my eye. She glanced over her shoulder at me before gracefully entering the car. I’d never felt defeat so great. This was the end. It was over, isiphelo, la fin. I turned and walked back to the car. As Queen and Black Panther, I never hung my head low, and I never kneeled to anyone. Emotions were for private. So held high, shoulders back, I slid back into the car. 

“Let’s get back to the hotel” I say, voice slightly trembling. She’s really gone.

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Flashback

 Truthfully,

 honestly

I need, I need, I need to believe

I wanna let go 

but I don’t really know

I heard you got a girlfriend

Shuri smiled, sitting back inside the aircraft, closing her eyes as your sensual and melodic voice lulled her into a state of relaxation. She missed you, and had been on edge since you left her in Wakanda. Everyday she hoped you were thinking of her as much as she thought of you. It had been a little under a month, and everyday Shuri went a little more insane. So, she was on her way to you. Determined to win your heart. 

I wanna go to another level with you

But before I do

I wanna know fo’ I go there with you

Apparently, you’d been busy. You had a song that was going crazy on the internet in America. Shuri had been keeping tabs on you and ran across this information scrolling on “tiktok” on her primitive American phone that she only had to keep up with what you were doing. Shuri wasn’t naive to the fact that she was the inspiration behind the song. The information makes her smile to herself. She still has a chance. 

“So what’s the plan here Shuri, what will you say? Here I am again Y/n, to waste more of your time! I know you wrote a whole song about how you don’t want to be my concubine but here I am to ask again, but I’m still with Eve?” Aneka ask as Ayo raised an eyebrow while piloting the ship, also interested in what Shuri’s plan was here.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Eve is not a factor in this”

“Ha! Oh really! Do tell me how your girlfriend of 4 years is not a factor in this new relationship you’re trying to start?” Aneka sat up in her seat across from Shuri elbows on her knees and chin resting in both palms, face full of sarcastic yet genuine interest. 

“Easy really, I have Eve under control, she knows I want to be with Y/n and as long as she gets the lifestyle she’s fine with the bare minimum.” She shrugs.

“And what about Y/n”

“ I’ll tell her me and Eve aren’t together anymore. She doesn’t need to know.”

Aneka stares as she lets the conversation really register. “WOW! Shuri really, just wow. You know this must be some intricate super genius shit that a simple soldier like myself just wouldn’t get, because, to me somehow this just sounds….STUPID!”

Shuri smiles, before breaking into a laugh.

“Maybe so Aneka, Maybe so. It’s gonna work. Watch me.”

Aneka scoffed getting up from her seat choosing to go to sit with Ayo as she piloted the aircraft. 

“ This is gonna be bad” Aneka says to Ayo. Ayo nods and hums in agreement. 

Soon they were landing discreetly on top of the dorms at Hampton University after curfew. Perfectly timed. Shuri stepped out wearing an all black tracksuit similar to the purple one she wore when she 1st met you, her curls perfectly coiled, undercut fresh. She was now standing in front of your door with a huge bouquet of 100 roses. She takes a deep breath and knocks. 

“Who is it!?” She heard from the other side of the door. She decided against answering and knocked again. She heard some shuffling and the padding of your feet headed towards the door.

“Omg! Who tf-“ You snatch the door open to see a familiar body face covered by a bouquet of roses. You look at her and walk away leaving the door open with out saying a word. 

She peaks from behind the bouquet to see you strutting back to your bed, you placing your laptop back onto your lap, begining to type. She places the flowers down at her side and stares at you. 

“You might want to come in before someone see’s the Queen of Wakanda in the halls of Hampton. They already have me under constant surveillance.” You say with out looking up at her,  continuing your pace with typing. Shuri steps in closing the door behind her. She walks closer to you and watches as you work and continue to ignore her. She smirks and lets out a little huff of a laugh. You shoot her an irritated look.

“You’re really going to ignore me forever?”

“Why are you here?”

“Answering a question with a question.”

“Shuri leave”

“Ok ok ok” She sighs “I got these for you” she laid the flowers down next to you. You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed upper lip arched up, waiting for her to get to the point. 

“I’m sorry Y/n. I really am, I didn’t think things through, and I didn’t think about how you would feel at all. That was selfish of me to ask that of you. You’re absolutely correct. You’re way too precious to have to share. I know that I really want you and it’s been killing me thinking about loosing you completely. I can’t Y/n. I need you. I’ve grown so fond of you in such a short time. I want to be with you. Only you Y/n.”

You sat and stared into her eyes. Almost as though you were digging into her soul. It made Shuri extremely uncomfortable. You sat with your natural hair sat in a high bun, with 2 strands of hair left out in the front framing your face perfectly. Your glasses perched on your nose, a large T-shirt and biker shorts on. Shuri admired your beauty as she waited for you to jump into her arms. 

“Bullshit” was your simple answer. Shuri frowned up in shock. 

“You can take the apprehension out ya face Shuri. You know why you’re getting this reaction from me. I saw the moment you switched up. I stood by your side when that bitch left you to suffer after you lost your mother! And you ask me to stand with you while you remain with her! Fuck out of here! You enjoyed that shit, and you’re probably still with Eve! I’m not stupid. HELLO! Remember why are paths crossed. So if you came here believing I was just gonna fall back into your arms. You’re not only full of yourself. You’re full of THE most stinkingest shit an ass like you can muster. Please excuse yourself from my room.”

Shuri stood mouth slightly ajar. That’s Exactly what she expected, for you to run into her arms, grateful for her traveling all this way and apologizing so beautifully. To say this wasn’t apart of the plan was an understatement. You still being this upset hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“Y/n I-“

“I swear to God Shuri if you’re not on the outside of that door in 2 seconds I’m gonna spaz” You speak calmly looking her directly in her eye, standing firm on your word. 

Shuri bit into her lip taking a slight step back from the bed. She’d never felt so unsure of herself, this was a quick change of events.

“Go Shuri!” Your voice picked up in volume this time as you pointed toward the door. Shuri felt her eyes water a bit. So she quickly turned and headed towards the door. “You can keep the flowers” she said sadly, as she closed the door behind her. As the door shut she heard a soft thud against it.

“FUCK YOU AND THOSE FUCKING FLOWERS SHURI!!”

Shuri huffed, biting the inside of her cheek, and used her thumb to flick her nose. 

“I’m not giving up Y/n!”

“Kiss my ass!”

Shuri tapped her beads calling Aneka.

“That was quick, let me guess it went beautifully” Aneka says with humor in her voice. 

“Glad you find humor in my pain Aneka”

“I told you it was stupid idea”

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Four months. FOUR FUCKING MONTHS! 

Shuri had pulled all the stops. She’d stayed in Washington 2 more weeks. She’d bought dozens upon dozens of the most beautiful bouquets. Jewelry. Cartier, Bulgari, Van Cleef. Had money sent to your accounts. You’d gotten a full scholarship so that was taken care of, but any other expenses she took care of. You still weren’t budging. 

  She was now back in Wakanda rethinking her entire life. She’d let her hair grow out, her undercut long gone now, blending in with rest of her curls in an unkempt Afro. She wore sweat suits everyday. They were stylish but definitely not up to the standards of the council, but no one had the guts to say anything to her. Disagreeing with Shuri could prove to be lethal. To say her temper was short was an understatement. So everyone tried to let her be. 

She now lie in her bed staring at the ceiling in her large T-shirt and baggy sweats, when her room door was snatched open and slammed shut. 

“Usisi! Get. Up!” 

Nakia.

Shuri groaned. Ofcourse they’d call Nakia on her. 

“I don’t want to hear it! Get up. You’re wallowing in pity over a situation you caused!” 

Shuri shot Nakia an agitated look.

“ Yes I heard. And I’ve never been more disappointed”

“ I really don’t want to hear this shit Nakia”

“Well you’re going to usisi omncinci” Nakia says sitting on the bed beside Shuri. 

“Shuri you’re not healing or coping well. I don’t believe you should be with anyone let alone two women! Really. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking it was my business” She sat up, staring at Nakia intimidatingly. Nakia stands and looks over Shuri looking down at her. 

“Andikoyiki (I’m not scared of you), You can run around this palace waving your proverbial gauntlet, and scare the hell out of all of your subordinates if you’d like, but I am not them. I am apart of the only family you have left, and I will not allow you to push me away with your anger. It’s time to move towards healing Shuri, because the path you’re on is only going to leave a trail of broken hearts behind you, and you will regret it. T’Challa and Romonda would be extremely disappointed. I will remain in Wakanda for awhile. You know where to find me when you’re ready to talk.”

Shuri watches Nakia as she walks out of her room, irritation etched into her face.

“Dissapointed? Haha! Dissapointed! I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. IM RUNNING THE FUCK OUTTA THIS COUNTRY! Pshh. Disappointed. Fuck her!” She swung knocking the lamp on her bedside lamp into the wall. The door to the room opened and Eve walked in. 

Shuri sighs leaning forward, her elbows to her knees, letting out a sigh. She knew Nakia was right but she felt like she needed to hold on to her anger to feel anything. Y/n had successfully gotten into Shuri’s head. Shuri craved the feeling she’d felt when she was with her. She needed to hear her voice singing to her in all it’s sultry beauty. She had to go back to the one person she knew could make her feel human again. (That ain’t what Nakia said Shuri!! Chile🙄)

“We’re done” Shuri says

Eve stops, but she doesn’t reply, she just looks down at her feet.

“Did you hear me Eve!”

“I heard you.” Eve spoke softly. Shuri had broken Eve down to fraction in the months passed. She’d treated her so poorly, having no real love to give to her, because her heart was obviously somewhere else. Eve had become a shell of herself watching the one she loved love someone else. “ I knew it was coming. You’re clearly infatuated with her….Shuri I never meant to hurt you by not showing up after your mother died. I-I just couldn’t watch you hurt anymore. You’ve been through so much and Romanda was like a mother to me. It hurt Shuri. I wasn’t strong enough to be there for you, and I’m sorry. I would’ve never thought it would’ve been so easy for you to give your heart away.”

Shuri stared at Eve emotionless “Please Eve, spare me the speech. Do you want to gather your things now? Or should I have them sent to you?” 

“FUCK YOUUUUU!!” Eve screams at the top of her lungs tears streaming down her face, Body trembling causing the Dora to barge in. Shuri made no move from her spot on the bed as she watched Eve crumble. 

“Please remove her from my room. I will be taking a trip. Please see to it that all of her items have been removed from my area before my return.” The two Dora look at each other and proceed to walk towards Eve.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me! I can let myself out!” Eve picked herself up from the floor. She looked at Shuri. “I pray you feel every bit of pain you caused me. You’re a peice of shit!” With that she barged out of the room. Shuri looked to the Dora.

“ Prepare transport, to Washington”

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Shuri found herself in Washington, standing in front of a club, in her sweats, hood pulled up over her head, hands fidgeting in her pockets as she paced. She had no idea what she was gonna do or say. All she knew is that she wanted you. She’d found out that you started taking up singing gigs on the side as your name started to pick up traction. She found out you were performing at The black diamond tonight and now here she was. No plan just her.

  She battled with going in, finding you and pouring her heart out, but being so vulnerable in front of so many people had her anxious. So when the doors opened and the familiar sound of your laughter filled her ears, her heart lurched. Her head shot up in the direction she heard the laughter come from, to find you with two guys dragging musical equipment, and a girl with guitar slung over her shoulder. You walked front and center as they trailed behind you goofing off, excited about a good set. 

Shuri admired you in all your glory. Your waist length Afro textured hair worn loose. Body glistening in your short gold cowl neck halter dress. It draped on your body perfectly, the shiny, stretchy fabric clinging to all the right parts of your body. And just when she thought the dress couldn’t get any sexier she noticed a a split at the hip. She could’ve melted into a puddle right there. 

Just as she was about to punk out, you felt yourself being watched and your head turned in the direction of what looked like some random weirdo in a sweat suit staring you down. Before you could get creeped out Shuri removed her hood. You were stuck a moment, as she was now sporting a full fro, she looked tired, bags under her eyes, and skin looked a bit dull. Even with all that Shuri still managed to be beautiful. You frowned immediately turning to get to your car bidding your friends goodbye as more people began to file from the club. Shuri knew it was now or never. She took a step forward towards the direction you were walking. 

 “Y/n! Please!” She yelled, causing heads to turn. You stopped, but kept your back toward her. She took a few more steps toward you. 

“Look at me.. please look at me.” she says and you slowly turn to look at her.

“Shuri I-“ You began but she quickly cut you off.

“Please let me speak this time…. I’m here y/n, no bells and whistles, no holds barred, just me.” She remained where she stood stretching her arms out to the side and then quickly dropping them.” I get it now. I hurt you more than I was prepared to deal with and I’m sorry. I really am baby girl. Everyday I’m paying for it. Knowing I want to be with you and being shut out is killing me. I’m a mess. I can admit that. I can’t think straight, and I don’t know what else to do. I cut ties with Eve, and I’m not asking you to hop into a relationship with me immediately, I’m asking you to give me the chance to prove that I’m worthy of it. Because I need you. I like me better when I’m with you. So please..” She walks toward you now entering your space, silent tears escaping her eyes. “Please let me fix it.” She reached out for your hands, and you looked at her hands as a stray tear fell from your eyes. “I’m begging you”

You look into her eyes seeing the sincerity. You inhale and let out a wet exhale. You slowly reach and take her hands, you pull her body into yours wrapping her arms around your waist. You take her in your arms wrapping your arms around her shoulders, and allow her to break as she buries her head into your neck, sobs racking her body. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I promise I won’t fuck this up this time.” She whispered into your neck as applause from the crowd that had formed rang out. You pulled back grabbing her face with both hands bringing her face up to look you in the eyes. 

“Let’s get there first. Hm? One step at a time.” 

She nods, truly grateful for the chance just to fix things.

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Present

Shuri POV 

She gave me my second chance. And I did everything right. I went back to my undercut and curly top. I started therapy. And with Y/n by my side I genuinely did run the fuck out of my country. We created so many amazing Technological advancements together. Y/n doing all of this at the same time as her music career began taking off. I showed up to as many shows as possible. Became apart of her musical process. The nights in the studio with her and her crew grew to be some of my favorite memories. I’d order food, drinks, have the best weed Wakanda could grow, and it would be like a movie in there. The sex we would sneak off and have was crazy. We were the true definition of what a power couple was. The world loved us together, my country was probably more excepting of her than they were me. Our love was beautiful. So tell me. How did I fuck it all up?

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Their concubine.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader x Shuri, Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x Shuri

Part 2.

Warning: Infidelity M/f/f, polyamorous relationship, Dirty talk (in English and Yucatec Maya), Hickeys, Cockwarming, Creampie, Nipple play, Sweet nicknames, Pampering, love triangle, Choking, Beach Sex, Praise and degrading kink, Breeding kink, Masturbating, Cockdrunk, Spanking, Begging, Rough sex, Squirting, grammar mistakes?

Summary: You and your cousin Riri were invited to Princess Shuri's private wedding, once King Namor laid his eyes on you, he decided you will be his as well as his wife, you tried hard to say no but you couldn't resist the handsome god for long.

A/n: this is my first time writing for the MCU so be gentle with me lol, I might have focused more on Namor x reader but part 2 will be more of both. Sorry if it sucks.

You sat in awe of the beautiful wedding, your cousin was the maid of honor so you were left by yourself, Princess Shuri was gorgeous in her wedding dress and her groom was...you couldn't even describe his attractiveness. When you first saw his people you weren't shocked you mean there's a god of thunder and a purple alien so people who lived in the ocean weren't really that much of a shock at least to you, "Does anybody object?" the groom looked around as if daring anybody to say something, his dark chocolate orbs stopped on you with an emotion you couldn't read, a part of you wanted to turn around to see if he was actually looking at you but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more as when you sent an awkward smile towards him that seemed to snap him back and he looked back Shuri, with love in his eyes.

Everyone cheered, clapped, and hollered as the happy couple shared a deep passionate kiss, they pulled apart and faces their subjects "Wakanda forever! Líik’ik Talokan!" The Queen and king chanted to their people and their subjects repeated the only ones who didn't was you and Riri making you both feel out of place. the now-married couple began to walk to the after-party, and everyone followed soon after. You watch the sunset fall behind the ocean and the lights of the lanterns turn on with a drink in hand "Beautiful, isn't it?" a deep latin american accent called, you turned to look at who spoke and immediately froze as the handsome king walked up to you "Are you enjoying the party? " "it's amazing and yes it's more than beautiful" you answered hesitantly "What is your name, In hechicera? (My enchantress)” you rose your brow in confusion but told him anyways, He tested your name and oh the way it rolled off his tongue made a shiver ride up your spine before you ask for his.

"My people call me K’ul’ku’kan, My enemies call me Namor but you can call me In Ajaw'o," he smirked slyly "I want you as mine, my concubine." he spoke looking into your eyes with want and determination, you open your mouth to answer but luckily your phone ringed, saving you "I got to umm t-take this." you stutter, speed walking more like run away from Namor.

Namor softly chuckled as he watched you run away, how he can't wait to hear your pretty moans and cries for him, to hear his hips smack against your hips as your nails pierce his back, to see your lust and desperate-filled eyes begging him to use you, to please your king. You couldn't believe what just happened, you're pretty you know that but hot, attractive men barely looked at you twice and to have someone like him, who oozes dominance that you just want to submit to, allow him to do what he wished to do to you was overwhelming, to say the least. you quickly found your cousin, telling her you got to go. You thought that was the end of it but man you were wrong, it was a week after the wedding, and a necklace of silver chain with light blue, and darker blues jewels with a handwritten note on your doorstep,

' Encantadora (Enchantress) you have enchanted me with your beauty and I hope this will enhance you as you have me. I had it made by my finest jeweler, and the jewels hand-picked by me. I would love to see you adore it, in hechicera.-

- A Ajaw'o' (Your king)

You looked up past the trees to the ocean, and you wondered if he was watching. You looked back at the necklace 'fuck it' you took it inside and put it into your jewelry box. The next day another necklace arrived a gradient blue seashell with gold on the edge of it, this came with a note as well, his way with words was charmingly elegant, and gift after gift came, a row of seashells of silver and blue, a pair of earrings that wrapped around your earlobes and was shaped like a fish's side fins, seashells, and starfish covered the top and bottom of the fins, a long chain of pearls dangled down, the held colorful blue shell, it was the most beautiful of the jewelry he had sent to you "I-it's beautiful." you said in awe as you walked back into your home to put it were you kept the things Namor gifted you. You smiled then paused, this is wrong, you were openly letting princess Shuri's, your role model, husband court you if that was what he was doing. No, this couldn't continue the next gift you'll give back somehow.

You woke up bright and early, as expected another gift laid on your doormat but instead of jewelry it was a conch shell blue and white in color with a note beneath it

'Encantadora, if you wish to see me as I do, blow into this and lay it into the ocean and I will come to your call.

- A Ajaw'o'

'Huh, convenient.' you thought as you strutted your way back into your house and left the Conch Shell on your couch side table as you gathered a bag to put all his gifts, courting gifts? and begin to make your way to the beach, on the way millions of thoughts flew through your mind what struck you as odd is 'I don't what this to stop.' that almost made you pause in your step, but you finally made it 'ok all I have to do is blow this and put it into the ocean, I got this but how far?' you let the bag dropped to the sand, lifting the shell to your lips, you blew into as hard as you could, you need him to hear, and throw the shell into the ocean.

You paced back and forward, trying to gather your courage when a splash caught your attention, and your jaw dropped 'Lord, help me.' you watched as Namor walked out of the waves with short dark green shorts, a gold belt, and a neckpiece with a set of golden seashells and pearls wrapped around his neck, gold jeweled bracelets on his wrists and biceps. Namor pushed his hair out of his face, the sun shined upon him causing the water to make his brown skin seem like it was sparkling. You shut your mouth and gulped as you hyped yourself up "In hechicera. " Namor acknowledged "U-Umm I uh here!" you went to reach for the bag of jewelry but his hand stopped you and made you look up at him "Are my gifts not to your satisfaction?" He questioned, his thumb rubbing your chin "No they're absolutely beautiful but—" "Then why rejected me In yakunaj? (My Love) " he questioned again, his lips centimeter away, his dark eyes gazing into yours "I..i" you didn't want too but you wanted him, with your entire being, you wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by a god it wouldn't hurt for a day right? You could just say no more after, yeah that's what you'll do.

"Please.." you whispered, Namor smirked and his lips laid upon yours, his hands on your waist pulling you against his hardening bulge. A whimper climbs its way out of you as his hot tongue explores your mouth, and your breathing became uneven when you felt his hand wrap around your nape and his other groping your ass. "Le mía, in jats'uts concubina." he whispered against your lips, moving on to kiss your shoulder and gently manhandle you to lay on the sand, you could feel yourself become wet, and your patience grows thin "Please, I need you!" you beg, bucking your hips against him"Yes? What does my concubine want?" he growled, biting and sucking your neck, "Fuck me, please I feel like I'll die if you don't," you whine, grinding your clothed cunt hard against his hard member.

"Toop (Fuck). take off your clothes." Namor hissed, his cock twitching to be inside of you. You happily do what he ordered, how can you say no to a king, a fucking hot ass king like him, you practically rip your shirt, bra, skirt, and underwear off, and your cheeks felt got as you watch what he'd do. Namor took a moment to admire you, your pussy was glistening with your arousal, your breasts move up and down for your heavy breathing, your eyes held desperation for him and your lips parted just a little bit, he wanted so badly to make your lips swollen with his kisses but he was a benignant king, he will make your wish come true. Namor spread his pre-cum down his cock to lubricate, making it a bit easier, he knew it might hurt, his cock wasn't average, he was thick and long but fuck he couldn't wait.

"Ready in yakunaj?" he smirked, his cock head nudging your drooling core, you only nodded with excitement, Namor chuckled and kissed you as he slide home, balls deep "Joder ti', jump'éel coño jach apretado, perfecto utia'al a ajawo'" He groaned in his native tongue "Fuck, such a tight pussy, perfect for your king." he translated, gritted his teeth as his skilled hips began to work. His pace was slow at first, letting you get used to him but that didn't last long, his dick drilled into you like no man has as if he'll never fuck another pussy, feral growls left him as he suck at your neck, marking you his, your moans and whines, his growls and groans, skin slapping was all you could hear.

You gasped, his mouth engulfing your hardened nipple, and his large hand hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock now hitting the ring of your cervix, fucking you into the sand"FUCK! Go-gonna cum!" you cried, tears in corner of your glossy orbs, "Cum, Encantadora ." Namor ordered after letting go of your nipple, his brown eyes locked with yours and like that you cummed making a mess on Namor's dick and the sand below you, Namor buried his face into your neck to muffle his loud groan as he thrusted hard, dumping his cum into you, filling every part of your walls. Namor took a moment to regain his senses before he slowly pulled out with a wetting pop that made you flustered as his and your cum came out like a river onto the already cum covered sand. "You are mine," he said slowly, with seriousness, you knew it was true, you were kidding yourself when you thought you could say no to this man "Yours," you replied, you knew this wouldn't last but fuck you'll enjoy well you can.

You thought your relationship was gonna be all about sex but it was more than that, even though he was busy as the king of Talocan and now Wakanda he still made time for you. He let you show him your likes and your dislikes, and hobbies, he let you cook your favorite foods for him, although he did not show you knew he liked it, he watched your favorite movies while you cuddled, your head under his chin and his strong arm wrapped around you. Your favorite moment is when you showed him 'the little mermaid', he said nothing but you could see he wanted to, wanting to respect your likes, but it wasn't one-sided he showed you dances of his people, showed you how to paint, and teach you some words of his native language, he even trusted you enough give you kimoyo beads that Princess Shuri updated that allow the wearer could visit talocan with a skin-tight suit but still able to protect them and he showed you how his people tamed whales, beautiful fish you ever thought you'd see up clos.

That night he made love to you, you tricked yourself into not seeing it that way but it was broken when on the edge of unconsciousness, he whispered that he loved you, he had fallen in love with you, and how you truly were an enchantress. You fall asleep with a smile, knowing he felt the same.

"In hechicera let's go for a swim, I want to show you something," Namor spoke catching your attention from your book "Ok let me get dressed" you smiled excited to see more of his world "What you have on is enough, let's go." he got up and made his way out the door with you rushing to keep up. The trip didn't take so long, you both stopped at a stone ring which Namor put his hands in, and suddenly a current of water appeared, Namor looked at you, a mischievous glint in his browns "wait no!—" you screamed as he grinned, taking your hand and swimming into the strong current, dragging you with him. You squeeze your eyes shut from fear, relaxing only a bit when you felt his muscular arms, protecting you. "Open your eyes" he whispered after you made it to your destination, hesitantly you opened your eyes and silently gasped, a beautiful city stands before you was this talocan? "let's go." he gestured as he swam to the city, you not far away.

As you both continue swam until you were in the capital city, you looked around you kids were playing, adults buying and selling stuff, and some even waved at you "Hola, mmm in wéetlail yéetel Teene' ichilo'ob teech ki'ichpam. (Hello umm me and my friends think you're beautiful)" A little girl came up to you and nervously looked back at her friends who were just as nervous, you gazed back at her friends with a soft smile and back at her "Hola yéetel Yo'olal ba'ax Nib óolal, teech xan teech ki'ichpam. (Hello, and why thank you, you're beautiful too)" you spoke softly. Namor watched on the sidelines as you interact with the children, asking their names and a thought crossed his mind, he wanted to see you like this with your children, to see you speaking softly to them and caring for them, then his thoughts dirty, he wanted to fuck your womb fill of cum, so much there would be no doubt you'd get pregnant, to see you swelling with his child, breed you time and time again, to hear you beg for it. He had to hurry and show his second surprise before he lost his control and composure, it seems only you and Shuri had a way to make him lose control of himself easily. "I have one thing more to show you." Namor informed "ok let's go" you replied before saying goodbye to the children.

You made it to his palace, it was more astounding than you imagined, you stopped in front of a clear box that was attached to the wall that had a brown door leading to a room, swimming into the box you looked at Namor curious but he smiles slyly and gestured for you to wait. The water started swirling around you and down a drain on the floor you didn't notice, it continued until no water was inside. You looked around shocked, your suit disappearing into your beads "there's more." he pointed to the door, and you took a breath and open the door, your jaw dropped as you walked into the room almost in a trance-like. The wall was a light blue, so light it was almost white, a king-sized bed stood against the middle of the wall, and a round headboard coral was decorated on the top, it looked so soft in front of the bed against the wall was a large wardrobe, a light oak brown in color, on the left wall was a beautiful vanity and bookshelves, with bean bags around the bookshelves and on the other walls was huge windows with white curtains, you step closer to the windows as colorful fish swim passed by. "How?" you asked in awe ""How" is never as important as "Why"." you turned to look at him "Why?" you questioned as you walk up to him "Because I have come to love you. I love you Encantadora." He started looking at you with such fondness, you could help but pull him into a heated kiss that lead to the bed and clothes being tossed.

"Such a slut for your god." Namor hissed when your heat welcome him, and you bounced on his dick, your nails digging into his muscular chest, leaving small angry crescent moons for everyone to see. "Please, not enough, more!" you cried with tears in your eyes as you quicken your pace, trying and failing to find the pleasure he can only bring, begging him to fuck you as not even you can do, Namor just smirked, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusted up, hard. Brushing that special spot and hitting your cervix, all thoughts left, and only his cock, his long, hard cock was on your mind and in your pussy, the only thing that mattered now. his thrusts were rapid, rough, and downright punishing. You yelped as he slapped your ass "What? Can't think? In puta tonta." he purred in his baritone voice, his eyes lusted and lidded as he suddenly got you onto your back, your legs to your chest, cock still inside you.

"Fuck." you panted as he pounded away, your nails running down his back "Yaan in tséentik in linda peek'o' reproductora, chup a seen u Ma'atech a sentirás vacía, a k'áat le je'elo'. Ba'ax tia'al ten a Ajaw." Namor grunted his hips smacking into your ass "Gonna breed my pretty breeding bitch, fill you so much that you'll never feel empty, do you want that? To serve your king?" he repeated in English, his accent even thicker, you let out a lewd moan at his words squeezing hard around him and feeling your climax coming, he spanked you as he asked again "Please let me to be filed with you." you slurred cockdrunk, eyes locked with his, body jerking from his thrusting. a snap of his hips had you squirting, absolutely drenching you and him the bed, his thrust became sloppy as he fulfilled his promise, his lips on yours in a kiss full of passion.

Shuri controlled her heavy breathing as she came around her fingers, watching as her husband fucked you like he hated you from the wardrobe, she waited for you both to fall asleep to leave. She needed to think of her next course of action.

Translation:

Le mía, in jats'uts concubina

Mine, my pretty concubine.

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[karimwillia]

I don’t know why I wanted to do a close to Bridgeton fic on our girls but here is my attempt. This is part one.

Warnings:Fluffy

“But your Majesty, I beg thee you must listen. It is time for our Lady to stop playing dress up in the observatory and court. She is now twenty and one years of age far past the age any good bachelor would want her. And she must be wed to take the throne…” Queen Ramonda turned to face her Kingsman and royal advisor Okoye giving a death glare. “Enough Okoye I understand concern but you will no longer speak of your Lady in that manner. Shuri has always been off beat but she will not be disrespected. You know better.” Okoye bows with great shame she was not intending on being disrespectful. She just gets ahead of herself. Okoye has been the royal Kingsman for years now starting when she was the tender age of ten and seven. Her service to the crown is unmatched.

“My Queen forgive me. May I speak freely?” With a tap of the foot the Queen allows her to speak while she is bowing. “I only want what is best for our Lady Shuri. She is more brilliant than any one man and I want the day of her rule to be long. Yet the rumblings that she is not fit are in the air. Please forgive my words, they were not meant to be ill of will.” Ramonda felt better but she demanded Okoye leave to fetch Lady Shuri at once.

“Ahh! Aneka do you know what this means!?” Shuri exclaims as she sits back in awe of her nearly completed diagram of a new motorized carriage system that could be used in place of using horses. It was a fascinating design. “My Lady I believe as you have stated we can move about the land without horse power needed is what it means.” With a chuckle Shuri crosses the room and hugs Aneka tightly. “Yes! It will be called a motor cart. I must get to work building! I will need this list ordered right away. I-“ Before the first item could be said Okoye enters “My Lady your Mother requests you at once.” Shuri spins around and faces Okoye who is summoning her to her Mother. “Mother, is everything ok? Is she ill again?” With a change in demeanor Okoye softens her face. “My Lady please do not worry that spell is over, thanks to you no less. She just wishes to speak with you about a social matter.” Shuri relaxes but is very confused about social matter.

Aneka quickly interjects. “Please allow a moment Okoye the Lady will be right out.” With a nod Okoye exists and waits for them with the door shut. “Aneka I cannot be told what to wear anymore! My trousers do not bother anyone. I spend my time alone I have no need to impress anyone a corset is very uncomfortable. Oh dear!” “Breathe my Lady please if anything it maybe the conversation we have been waiting on about your bid to rule. Which could be worst.” Shuri anxiously looks up at Aneka. “They have already said I must wed in order to have a bid. Aneka you understand why that is of no interest to me to wed a man. This is disastrous, Mother assured me I could still have a bid to rule without a prospect.” Aneka was well aware of Shuri’s interest because they shared the same preference. Shuri became aware long ago of her attraction to women. She has had a short fling or two on holiday but nothing more. Shuri is a lone individual who rarely enjoys someone’s company for an extended period of time. It is just her way.

“My Lady, you are confident and intelligent beyond measure. Please do not fret, we will go and meet with your Mother and hear her out.” Aneka has been Shuri’s handmaiden since she was of 5. It has been an amazing journey considering they are only 5 years separated. Aneka is like a sibling that Shuri never had. The King and Queen both adore and support Shuri no matter her interests and they never allowed her to be questioned. But after her Father’s death society has made it difficult for her to navigate. First it was the issue of her affinity for science; they wanted her to have “proper studies” for a lady. Next was her desire to wear trousers and not formal clothing for a Lady. Lastly it has been her status as heir to the throne. All of it has been fought by her Mother but tradition is a hard wall to take down. With a deep breath Shuri regains composure. “I am confident that just like Mother I can rule with no husband. I am highly intelligent, clever and charming. I can influence good changes.”

“You are ready.” Okoye popped back into the room and they went to meet with the Queen. In the time of solitude the Queen happened upon a decree from the late King. “Mother!” Shuri holds time with her Mother daily but it is still the highlight of her day. They have a fairly close relationship. “My child you are stunning today. These trousers suit you. Now please come and chat with me in the garden.” Leaving Aneka and Okoye behind they step into the garden for a stroll. “Mother I will hear you but please allow me to speak. You know as well as I that I am capable of ruling. Having some nobleman as a husband will not enhance my ability.”

Shhh with a small hushing and a smile Queen Ramonda laughs before she responds. “My child please be calm and listen to me. I have found the answer to your issues. The need to wed a nobleman is a simple old time formality. One your Father despised and wanted to reverse. He just met his death before it could be written so I plan to do so.” Romanda shows Shuri the half drafted degree from her Father. “So by this I must just seek a mate and if one is not found by age twenty and two my bid to rule will be valid no matter marital status.”

Shuri’s face was lit up with the news but the degree being half written could prove to be a problem. “Do not fret my child. I know that look of worry. I will complete the degree by way of stating that one Spring Courting is satisfactory for seeking a mate. I know you will fail to find someone so it is a win.”

Spring was around the corner and Shuri had to prepare for the fake courting season. Her Mother and Father would have loved to see Shuri find someone but it could cause some tensions in society at best if she is with another women. The hope is still there and within the palace she would have full support. The Princess on the other hand has never seen love in her future. Her taste in women is impeccable but something never seems to fully click for her. She thinks it’s because while most women are clever she yearns to have someone interested in science as she is. A rare find at best and impossible at worst.

As she is being fitted for clothing she rejects all dresses in favor of tunics and trouser sets. The tunics are long and robe-like but are simple, the trouser sets have a bit more embellishment, they all look very regal and worthy to be on a Princess. Once all wardrobe is approved Shuri is bathed in soaps and oils for her first social in the Morning. “Aneka, how am I to act? I do not know how to flirt, especially with men.” “Princess you are charming and can hold a wonderful conversation so that is where you should start. Don’t force yourself to speak to the uninteresting is all the advice I can provide.” Shuri lays at rest thinking of the advice and rest easy.

In the morning Shuri is loaded into her carriage when in another part of the city a young Lady by the name of Rihanna Williams is being loaded in on the docks. She is of a noble family from the Caribbean and this is her first courting season also despite being ten and nine. Her family is headed by a Matriarch much like Shuri’s so she has been able to forgo courting for sometime because her Mother would never force her to do something. But it is time, her eldest sister married for love another Caribbean family so she is settled and it is time to be settled says her Mother Ronel Williams the Duchess of Martinique. Rihanna has always been more clever than anyone on the island has seen. She has studied and mastered all 4 languages, she is an amazing writer and very strong in Mathematics, but building and working with her hands is her strong suit. She can tool an entire carriage herself with not much help but to reach the high parts. She is not your average.

This season is very crucial because her Mother will allow her to stay single if she cannot find someone to accept her for herself. And that means anyone, Rihanna has always been vocal with her Mother about preferring women to men but she is attracted to both. It made life an interesting time on the Island. Now on the main land is headed to the home of Lord and Lady Martian to start the formal courting season. She is invited to stay at another black family estate in the area, a one Udaku family. She will meet the young Princess Shuri today, she is told. She hopes to become friends with Shuri right away so they can suffer through this process together. “My Lady, has your illness of motion subsided?” “Yes Xavier I feel fine now I am more nervous than anything considering this is the first social of the season.” “Deep breaths my Lady you are more than beautiful and clever. Any Man or Woman in your case will find you interesting. This season will be a success.” Rihanna huffs. She is unsure if she wants it to be a success. The single life is good to her; she is free to be who she is with no ruler. Once married that changes in all ways.

Shuri arrives to the Lord and Lady Martian’s estate and inhales with relief. Her Mother informed her she will be looking for a house guest by the name of Lady Rihanna Williams of Martinique. This task will help her not need to focus on the uninteresting and find who is supposed to be in her home. She has been told some of her background and it is impressive. “Aneka, why did Mother hold this information until today? To arrange a house guest for the courting season takes time. When did she decide I was going to participate? And why this particular young Lady of Martinique?” Aneka smiles almost snickering. The Queen is being strategic; several young Lady’s requested to board at their estate due to them traveling a far distance. But Queen Mother only approved Rihanna due to her letter being forthcoming about her love of mathematics and science. The Princess at the least will have a kindred spirit around for sometime but the hope is for love to blossom with the girls. Aneka knows of this plan and believes it to be brilliant. “So many questions my Lady please just have patience for once in your years. Just focus on finding and welcoming her to your home. I am sure you all will be kindred spirits.”

Lady Rihanna and her footmen Xavier arrived just a hair before Shuri and upon entering she tripped on her longer gown. Rihanna is unaccustomed to them being on the island allows her to dress in a more casual manner with shorter and less fabric heavy dresses. But she is stunning in a powder blue with her hair in a style not normal to their land but it is resembling almost rows along her head. Shuri exits her carriage when she sees the young Lady stumble she instantly catches her and cannot believe her eyes. Shuri is sure she has never seen anyone more beautiful in life even her Mother’s radiance could not compare.

The young Lady had soft velvet like deep mocha skin that smells of lavender and vanilla, her hair frames her face so magnificently and lastly her smile seemed to light Shuri a blaze when she saw it. Dazed Shuri gains her composure once they are approached by both Aneka and Xavier. “My Lady are you ok I am sorry I was readying the carriage and the next I see you stumble. Forgive me” Xavier pleads for forgiveness for his oversight. Rihanna looks at who was holding her upright and she has close to the same reaction of Shuri but she must speak. “Xavier it’s ok I was assisted.”

Flustered Rihanna could not get past how strong yet gentle Shuri’s hold is. She can’t believe her eyes either at how handsomely gorgeous Shuri is. Her light ebony skin is glowing and she smells of sandalwood. Her hair is cut short as a man wears but it does not look the same. She is in a tunic and petticoat which is a cream color. It's so intriguing.

Aneka finally arrives and states. “Princess that was very heroic of you but let us see if the Lady is alright?” With that Shuri moves to help the woman she is now enamored with to her feet, Shuri’s hands linger on her frame a bit too long at no protest by Rihanna but soon embarrassment sets in under the eyes of Xavier and Aneka. “Yes! Apologies are in order my Lady, you seem to be steady on your feet now. Do you require anything more?” Rihanna smiles warmly at the swagger of Shuri as she speaks. “No Princess, I do not require anything at this time. I just want to thank thee.” With a look of fluster Shuri stammers. “I-it is the least I could do. It was a pleasure.”

As Shuri bows, the host of the event walks to the end of the stairs. “Oh dear Your Majesty! I apologize deeply. I came as soon as I heard that there was an accident.” Lady Martian rushes to see to the commotion. Because Shuri is the highest ranking Noble in attendance nothing can go wrong. Shuri chuckles with a cynical chuckle. “Lady Martian I am wonderful but the Lady…” Shuri pauses not knowing the name of her interest in that moment. “Williams” Rihanna’s warm tone interjects. “Yes Lady Williams has taken a nasty stumble on your stairs. I suggest a stair escort for your next function. Safety must be your utmost priority.” Rihanna giggles and moves to enter the mansion. “Yes Lady Martian it would not be the best for your reputation to have an incident reported on property.” With a wink she moves on. Shuri watches as she enters with her mind unfocused on anything around her. This young Lady is far from uninteresting; she's clever as well as beautiful. Who is she?

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[heejayy]

I Do || Shuri U.

Warning: explicit/ sexual language,

Genre: smut, fluff

Pairing: Shuri x black fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4K

A/n: don’t judge the smut part cause I really can’t write spicy scenes 😭🙄

Nothing felt real right now. You felt like you were having one of those out of body experiences as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Today was the day you were getting married to the love of your life. Yes, you were happy and yes you were excited but reality just decided to smack you all at once today. You were feeling so many emotions you couldn’t help but cry as you looked at your self. Marriage is something you’ve wanted since you were small, but now it’s seem like it’s come so fast.

“No no you can’t cry y/n it’ll ruin your makeup!” Nakia panicked grabbing some tissues and handing them to you. You dabbed under you eyes hoping you didn’t smudge anything.

“I know I just- it’s so much to take in I mean I- I’m getting married like today! I’ve always dreamt of marrying Shuri but now it’s actually happening. I get to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her” Nakia rubbed your exposed shoulder giving you a loving smile.

“You two are going to be wonderful together…you know what I’ll be right back” she smirked scurrying off out of your room. You sighed adjusting your dress so you could take a seat on your bed. You lifted your dress a bit to take peek at your shoes.

You smiled to yourself thinking I truly feel like a princess today. A light knock pulled you away from your thoughts “come in!”

The door slowly opened to reveal a breathtaking Shuri dressed in a sleek black suit paired with her custom made black heels trimmed in silver.

“No Shuri you can’t be in here!”

“Relax my eyes are covered, but I heard you were having a difficult time?” She asked worriedly with her hand out trying not to bump into anything. You chuckled at the sight getting up to help her.

“Nothing to worry about baby I’m just a little emotional thats all” she hummed rubbing the back of your knuckles. “I understand my love I got emotional myself, when I- I realized the people I love the most won’t be here to see me get married.” You heart shattered.

“Oh my shuri” you pulled her in for a tight hug “they’re here I know they are and they are extremely proud of you” you swayed her back and forth doing your best to comfort her.

“I know” she pulled away still covering her eye “but don’t be afraid to actually tell me if you’re backing out before we get to the alter cause if you try to leave me later on I’m not letting you go” she joked trying to lighten the mood, it got a little chuckle out of you.

“I’m never leaving you shuri don’t worry” she smiled bring your hand to her lips kissing it.

“Good but we better get going we have a whole country waiting for us. I’ll see you soon my dear but for now can you guide me to the door?” you laughed helping her.

“You and your weird American customs” she said shaking her head. You scoffed and rolled your eyes “no one told you you had to cover your eyes silly.”

“Ahh shuri put me down!” You giggle as Shuri lifted you up bridle style carrying you through the palace. You two were equally excited to finally be wife and wife but a bit tired from todays festivities.

You laid your head against her chest relaxing in her arms. “Tired?” You mumbled a yes as you let your eyes drift close before you knew it you were being laid down on her bed.

“sthandwa come on it’s our wedding night let have some fun!” She teases pinching your sides, you tried to hold back a giggle squirming around “Shuri i’m dead tired, let’s save the nasty stuff for our honey moon, it’s only a week away.”

She gasps grabbing a pillow to playfully hit you “who said anything about sex I just wanted to spend time with you, you dirty girl.”

she definitely was implying sex she just wanted to flip it on you. You rolled your eyes as you sat up “help me take my hair and makeup off and I’ll give you a little treat.”

Shuri immediately jumped into action doing a little jog to the bathroom to retrieve your makeup wipes. She peeled off your lashes, took all the hair pins out, undressed you, and ran you a bath.

“Alright I guess I can stay up a little longer for some fun” she grinned scooting to you from the other end of the tub.

“Mmm can we start now?” Before you could even said yes you could feel her slender hands slowly sneaking between your thighs. Your eyes flickered to her lips and back up at her, she took that a sign to kiss you. Her soft lips moved in sync with yours, she was such a good kisser and she tasted like vanilla cake and wine. While distracted with kissing she ran her thumb over your bud cause you to moan into her mouth. And without warning she slipped her middle finger in “mmm sh-shuri.”

“Shh usana I didn’t even start yet, open wider” without thinking your body listened to her and you spread your legs farther apart. She slipped a second finger in and started slowly pumping in and out.

“Shuri don’t be a tease go faster please” she listened to you picking up her speed while simultaneously rubbing you nub. You never felt anything better, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your toes curled You never thought it was possible to cum this fast but with Shuri all she had to do was look at you and you were already unraveling.

“Sh-shuri please!” You moaned her name as your back arched out of the bath water “I’m close!”

“Come on intombi entle (pretty girl) cum for me” just like that you came undone on her fingers.

“Uggh oh my god that felt good” she pecked your lips pulling her fingers out to lick them clean.

“It’s your turn know sthandwa” you said smiling grabbing the back of her neck pulling her towards you for a sloppy kiss.

You two had migrated to the bed, you had Shuri’s legs over your shoulders as you ate her out. You wanted to tease her so you gently bit down on her clit her body jolted out of pleasure as she moaned your name. “Mmh baby you taste so fucking sweet, I could do this all night” you hummed against her core sliding two fingers in, without preparation you quickly began pumping and pushing up against her sensitive spot. Her grip on your hair got tighter letting you know you were doing a good job.

“That feel good princess?” She tried to speak but all that came out was a whine. You were the only one who could make her feel such pleasure and she loved it. You sucked on her clit whole fingering her and her thighs tighten around your head. She rocked her hips trying to get her release quicker, but you pulled away annoyed leaving a smack against her thigh.

“I’m in charge right now” you said giving her a warning glare before diving back in. It wasn’t long after you started feeling her squeezing around your fingers, her whines began to get louder and higher as she dug her heels in your back.

“Shit sthandwa I’m gonna cu- nnghh!” warm liquid came squirting from Shuri as her back arched off the bed, you didn’t stop though you helped her ride out her high until she collapsed back on the bed panting. You sat up from between her legs surprised but also proud, you actually made her squirt. Thinking about how vulnerable and sexy she just looked you smiled to your self as you licked your lips and fingers.

“How was that?” You asked playing innocent. She slightly sat up to look at you with that pretty fucked out face “if I knew you could do that I would’ve let you take charge more.”

You and Shuri now laid naked in each others warm embrace. Her head laid on your chest as she left little kisses in between the valley of your breast. A smile spread across your lips as you stroked her curls. You felt so anxious about your future but you also felt joy knowing you’ll get to spend every second of it with the woman you love.

“I love you Shuri and I’m glad I married you.” She smiled looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes.

“I love your more usana and I’m glad I married you too.”

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[pilesofpillows]

Like Real People Do || Attoye Excerpt

Attoye Week Day 1: First Kiss

A/N: Here begins my Hozier Anthology… there will be two Attoye Week fics inspired by my beloved Celtic Bog Faerie.

I hope you enjoy this lil snackie for @attoye-week

The dress was white.

One shouldered with a fitted, intricately beaded bodice, a similarly besparkled sleeve, and a skirt that pooled around her feet— and it was white.

Stark and breathtaking, carefully thought out, beautifully and painstakingly crafted— and it was white.

Okoye stared at the full-length mirror, and a bride stared back at her, somber as she was stunning.

She’d be married anew, cloaked in grief— wasn’t that fitting?

At least her outward appearance would match the inner turmoil rollicking through her body.

“You look beautiful.” Izefia spoke in a reverent tone from behind Okoye, making the final adjustments to the fit.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Okoye gave the woman a forced smile. The same smile she’d plastered on through every dress fitting and council meeting and treaty mediation and contract negotiation. It was cracked at the edges and never reached her eyes. But it had saved her from endless questions and empty reassurances, so it became the only form of armor she possessed.

Izefia grinned back proudly, just as she had when she’d presented the dress earlier that morning. Okoye didn’t– couldn’t begrudge the elder woman’s pride. Her work was always exceptional, no matter the occasion. It was why she’d been chosen to design Okoye’s wedding dress.

The dress she would wear to marry her new husband and cement her kingdom’s new alliance. The dress she would wear to provide Shuri with a measure of protection while she healed and keep the nation that she’d bled and spilled blood for whole.

“Just one more thing,” the tailor said, gesturing to one of her assistants.

The young woman stepped onto the raised platform with Okoye and Izefia, arms gingerly cradling yet another white piece of fabric. Okoye kept her eyes on the mirror, watching Izefia reach for one end of the garment, delicately lift it, and move behind her. She heard the faintest of clicks, and Izefia’s arms encircled her, careful hands securing a jewel-encrusted belt to her waist with another soft click.

“Oh.” Okoye breathed a soft sigh of wonder as the tailor moved her hands, her eyes fixed on the center of her midsection.

The belt was not white.

The top edge was lined with pearls and diamonds like the bodice of the dress, but the rest was an explosion of color that nearly made her weep. Aquamarines and emeralds swirled with yellow topaz and onyx to form a pattern she knew intimately. And at the center of it all: a sapphire. It’s blue so rich and deep it felt like coming home.

Her eyes watered, and she sucked in a deep breath, meeting Izefia’s gaze in the mirror once more.

The older woman smiled gently and fanned out the skirt affixed to the belt, revealing the familiar blue-dotted pattern of concentric circles and lines. The Border Tribe. Home.

A single tear trailed down her cheek, and Okoye choked on the grateful sob trying to crawl out its way out of her throat.

“Thank you.”

Izefia turned Okoye and cupped her face, carefully wiping the lone tear from her cheek. “You are as much his bride as he is your husband. But first and foremost, you will always be a daughter of Wakanda.”

~ magis postmodum ~

A/N 2: It’ll get better, I promise 😅

Thank you for reading! Can’t wait until Attoye Week begins! 💕💕💕

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[ella-kinsey]

Long Live The Queen Chapter Two (Namor X Shuri, Arranged Marriage AU)

MASTERLIST

Story Summary: "Namor makes Shuri a proposal that she cannot refuse.

OR

A retelling of Persephone, the goddess who loved the surface world, and Hades, the god who loved her enough to burn the world down for her."

Click Below for Chapter Two!

CHAPTER TWO WORD COUNT: 2,022

Shuri awoke to a banging on her door. Sitting upright, she noticed she’d been changed during her forced sleep. The gilded dress she’d worn earlier had been swapped for a satin white shift. Cream-colored and soft to the touch, the dress showed that Namor would spare no expense when it came to her comfort. She frowned at the thought.

The knock is only customary, as Namora and three other Talokaniis glided in without her acquiescence. The woman soldier was devoid of her feather headdress and adornments. Instead, she wore a bejeweled halter that exposed her navel, along with a firmly-woven net skirt. In the dimly-lit room, her top glittered and shined as light bounced off the reflective stones. Despite her casual appearance, Shuri could still spot a scowl underneath Namora’s filter mask. It seemed that the king’s cousin did not share his sentiments for Shuri.

“Rise, my Queen,” Namora announced tartly, standing at the forefront of the other Talokanii women, who were also adorned in similarly shining outfits. “We are here to prepare you for the ceremony.”

If they thought they’d find a willing captive, the Talokaniis were much mistaken. 

“I am the Princess of Wakanda, not your Queen,” Shuri rose from the bed to her full height, feet planted firmly on the ground. “I do not know what is wrong with your bullheaded King, but I refuse to go along with this sham of a wedding!”

Namora did not falter.

“We are here to prepare you for the ceremony,” She continued as if Shuri had not spoken at all. “Please allow us to dress and cleanse you. Ku’kul’kan has requested it.”

At her words, the women flurry into action. It was as if a light bulb had gone off; the women snapped into formation so quickly that Shuri wondered if this moment was rehearsed. To no avail, she tried to twist out of their way, but their grips were iron on her arms and legs. 

They lifted her shift off her body as though it weighed more than a tissue, dragged her to an ivory tub in an adjoining bathroom, and dried scrub the protesting queen-to-be down with sea salt. Her skin is rubbed raw and exfoliated before perfumed bathwater is poured into the bath. The scent is nothing like what she is used to. If Wakanda is thick musk and incense, smoke clouds heavy with musk and spice, then Talokan is light air and vapor, a smell on the wind that you’d miss if you blink too fast. 

She is none-too-gently pushed down into the warm water. The ladies work silently and efficiently, handling the resisting princess with a practiced ease. Two focus on washing her arms and legs with a crochet material that’s alike the African washing nets she uses at home. The other attendant massages shampoo into her coils and finger-detangles her hair with skilled hand. When they’re finished, they leave a net floating in the bath and stand, all three moving away from Shuri. As quickly as they descended upon her, they rise and stand towards the wall, backs rigid as the most disciplined soldiers.

A moment passes, and Namora, who has been standing dutiful watch throughout, gestures towards her own body and looks at the queen-to-be.

“Hm?” Shuri questions. “Ah!”

Namora nods at her and faces away from Shuri. She isn’t sure what use it is for them to turn away when they’ve already washed her, but she is slightly thankful for the modicum of privacy as she washes the rest of her body on her own. 

Of all the situations to be in, trapped in an arranged marriage to a King of an underwater Kingdom previously unknown to mankind was not foreseen in Shuri’s horoscope for the year. At least, the astrologer did not mention it to the princess and queen mother when they made their annual pilgrimage together to the old soothsayer. No, instead, the elderly crone had only grinned, a joke dancing in glaucoma blue-colored eyes, as she insisted to the royals that the stars had one message for them: the Moon controls those in the water just as it controls those on land. 

At the time, Shuri had only seen the wise woman’s words as all-the-more reason to eschew her country’s traditions. The Moon doesn’t control humans. The human body is impacted by the gravitational pull of local celestial bodies. The same influence could be said for Jupiter, Venus, or any other non-Earth object in our solar system.

Now, thousands of leagues under the sea, Shuri sees that the elder had gotten the last laugh.

Discreetly, Shuri scans the room, searching for anything – a tool, a weapon, a resource – that she might use to her advantage. The room is bare, save for the copper bathtub she sat in and the bed she awakened upon. Though, there were indents along the seashell-lined floor that suggested this room once held more, she could only assume that the room had been searched and stripped of anything too dangerous. 

“My Queen, it is time for the next phase of preparation.” Namora broke Shuri’s thoughts, peering down at her through slitted eyes. “We are running behind schedule.”

“I am not your Queen!” She responded, startling the attendants who had already begun crowding her with opened towels. Her bathwater had long grown tepid. “I am a Princess of Wakanda, and I demand to be released.”

“In Talokan tradition, we must ensure – “

“I don’t care about tradition!” Shuri shrank into the tub, refusing to rise. “I don’t care about a wedding, and I don’t care about the moon!”

The warrior woman spoke in clipped Yucatan so quickly that Shuri could not translate it. Whatever the command was, the attendants forcefully grabbed Shuri out of the tub and dried her down. Water splashed around as the princess wrestled, but she, in combination with her slippery skin, was no match for the attendants’ strong grasp. 

“This is a crime,” Shuri assured Namora as the ladies covered her body in a thick, light-smelling lotion. “You are making a big mistake.”

“You all cannot do this,” She yelled as they clipped her nails and plucked her eyebrows. “This is not right!”

“I am going to escape, and when I do –” Shuri began after they dressed her and applied paint to her face and body.

“You are going to what, Princess?” It was the first question Namora asked her, throughout the hours she’d been in preparation for the wedding. “What are you going to do?”

By now, hours had passed. The attendants did not tire in their efforts but they did not move with the same quickness of vigor as possible. Even Namora sounded tired and resigned to the Princess’s incessant fighting. Most of all, Shuri had exhausted herself out. Before Shuri could think of an answer, a knock sounded.

A hulk-sized warrior, the one they called Attuma, stood in the doorway. His frame took up the entire space. 

“He is ready,” was all Attuma offered.

Namora nodded at him and smiled briefly, the softest action Shuri had ever seen from her, as she materialized an air filter out of seemingly nowhere.

“Oh no,” Shuri spoke. “Don’t you dare!”

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When she came to, she was not alone.

The King of Talokan sat beside her. He wore an elaborate, gold-brimmed animal head cowl with green and blue plumage sprouting at its back. His chest was bare, except for a string of pearls and his customary brass and blue shoulder plate. A gold armband curled around each of his biceps, and a beaded bracelet wrapped around his left wrist. He knelt on the ground next to her her and used a poker to adjust a well-lit hearth with a roaring fire. He looked into the flames, the bright color dancing golden-red in his eyes. 

“Sweet dreams, Shuri?” Namor asked, eyes remaining focused at the task at-hand. 

Shuri’s hands were bound together by rope, although it was an unnecessary precaution. She laid on a thick, circular mat on the ground, layered with animal fur, skins, pillows, and other soft comforts. Sleep’s embrace threatened to draw her back into the void, but she shook herself out of it and sat upright, yawning.

“Yes, I dreamt that you dropped dead and everything you loved fell to ashes before you.”

“I forgot that Wakandan wedding vows were so cruel,” He laid his palm upon his heart. “Such vile words, from such a pretty mouth.”

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” She sneered at him.

Much to her chagrin, he fully turned towards her and took in the sight of his reluctant bride.

The Princess had been prepped and pampered in the finest that Talokan had to offer. Her skin shined with body oil; her hair and lashes tinted with onyx; her lips colored with ochre. She wore a dress made of jaguar skin that connected to her neck with a trail of jades and emeralds. Swirling white lines climbed up her fingertips to her elbows. On both forearms, she wore vibranium armbands. Her nails were painted silver, the same crystallized tint that dusted across her eyelids and cheeks. 

He did not try to hide his interest in her, moving his eyes up and down her body.

Between the bedding and the fire, the room felt hot, stifling. Most of all, Namor’s presence alone seemed to suck all the air out. Shuri had to manually pace her breathing, lest her heart would break free of her chest. 

“Before?” He moved away from the hearth and laid next to her, though she tried with no success to put more space between them. “Our wedding is happening right now. While we are in here together, my people are out there, feasting, drinking, dancing, rejoicing in honor of our marriage.”

“This marriage is a sham,” She said to him, throwing up her bound hands at him as proof. “Your people rejoice for nothing.”

“In the eyes of Talokan and the supreme god Tlāloc, we are husband and wife.” He spoke sincerely, unclasping the bracelet from his wrist. 

“You are not listening to me at all,” She began, just as he began untying the rope around her wrists. “Namor, you don’t have to do this.”

“No,” He shook his head. “I must do this.”

“There are other ways.”

“Other ways?” He paused, fingertips slowing on the last knot. “I told you the story of my people. We were hunted down, beaten, killed. I did not choose this war; it was brought to me. What would you have me do? You look at me as if I have many options. I do what I must to protect my people.” 

The rope fell to the ground in one singular loop.

“Some things, a King must do because it is right.” Slowly, he now wrapped the bracelet around Shuri’s right wrist in place of the rope ties. “This, I do because it feels right.”

“You have been decorated and painted in the colors of bridedom.” He continued, looking deeply into her eyes; she met his challenge, unblinking, and his heart swelled with pride at his choice in wife. “I’ve tended to the fire, just as the first man Mixcoatl did for the first woman Cōātlīcue. Incense has been burnt and offered to the gods. You wear the mane of a jaguar that I hunted, killed, and skinned with my own hand. And with this final act, I have made us one.” 

“Wait!” She placed her hand over his.

Namor paused at the contact. Shuri had to think quick.

“You said that gods do not bargain with mortals, but can a wife not bargain with her husband?”

His mouth quirked, and though he did not laugh, she saw a sparkle in his eye, as if he knew a joke she was not privy to.

“Depends,” Namor brushed his thumb against her knuckles; she ignored his action, keeping her hand atop his in spite of her discomfort. “What is the wife bargaining with?

“I will marry you,” Shuri spoke the words that would seal her fate. “If you let the scientist go.”

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[formyloveoflove]

Ample Time (Okoye x Attuma One-Shot)

Words: 1001 Rating: Explict - NSFW Summary: The day's the day: Okoye's getting married. Before she can tie the knot, Attuma has one more treat for the bride-to-be. Notes: Okoye's Wedding Dress is inspired by @xblackreader's beautiful design here!

They could hear muffled voices on the other side of the wall. Okoye found herself pinned between the locked closet door and the Talokani giant draped in his ceremonial grab. His hands on her wrists - the very same hands that dragged her from an unsuspecting Nakia - rubbed against her serpentine and pearl jeweled bracelets. Even his amused smile couldn’t hide his hardening middle that he proudly pressed into the cut-out of her white dress that exposed her stomach and specially crafted waist beads.

“Glad to know that it’s always a pleasure to see me, Attuma,” she huffed as she adjusted her red head jewelry, hoping they didn’t get tangled in the midst of his tugging her into a closet.

“Pleasure, indeed,” he smiled. “You look divine, Okoye. I’m sure your future husband will agree.”

The bride-to-be couldn’t help, but roll her eyes. Ever since the news of her upcoming nuptials spread across the lands of Wakanda, Attuma made it his mission to let the entirety of Talokan know. The fiercest surface warrior was tying the knot again. If it was up to him, there would be several festivals dedicated to his sparring partner and her new beau. 

She blew a mock sigh of relief, “Thank Bast! I’m sure he would be relieved to hear that. Maybe you should go tell him.”

“And miss my last opportunity to taste the unmarried Okoye of the Midnight Angels?” He lifted her exposed leg to wrap his waist. She obliged. As she always does. 

He motioned towards her lips. His own now free from covering as Shuri and the American scientist created a new contraption that allowed the breathers on his gills to provide adequate air. She covered his mouth with her hands. He scowled in response, and she snared.

“You’re going to mess up my makeup. And then Aneka will have your head.”

“She can gladly take it. I will die a happy man so long as you are on my lips.”

“Have your funeral overshadow your wedding?” she laughed. “I don’t think so.”

He brushed his fingers up her thigh, searching for her sweet spot. Once he found it, gapping open and dripping wet, he laughed right into her ear as she rolled her eyes.

“Were you expecting something?” he whispered into her neck. “Or is this another Wakandan tradition that I have yet to understand?” He pecks a trail down her neck, relishing in the groan emerging from the base of her throat. His kisses led him to a beaded chain of jade, and he glowed at its beauty. “And who made you this, warrior?”

“My future husband,” she breathed. “Attuma, stop teasing. Fuck me already.”

Attuma thought of Okoye in many ways. In the heat of battle, in his arms, on his lips, but never in his wildest dream could he imagine her swimming in Talokani and Wakandan jewels and makeup as she swayed in her wedding dress, begging for him. Thinking only of him. 

“Oh, I would love to, Okoye,” he breathed over her lips. He slipped his fingers from her, earning a whine and a curse. Popping them in his mouth, he swirled the taste of her over his tongue. “But I cannot be the cause of you leaving your husband at the altar. That would break his heart.”

“I have plenty of time,” she yanked his dick in her hand, pulling him closer to her. “You don’t even have to cum.”

He indulged her too much, but when she looked at him like she was just as hungry for him as he was for her, how could he not? He aligned himself with her opening, being sure to hold up the front of her dress.

“Cruel woman, does your husband know that you could deny his release like this?” he laughed before pushing himself all the way into her warm wetness.

“Yes,” she moaned. “And he loves me in spite of it.” She rubbed her hands down his neck as he hoisted one of her legs to dive deeper

“Mmh,” he hummed. He stuffed his face into her shoulder to muffle his own sounds of passion. She hugged around his dick as if she was made for him. Her pretty lips murmured his name. A shiver slid down his spine. 

She was ruining him. The Okoye he met on the battlefield was the same everywhere else: thoughtful, unyielding, passionate. When she was with him, she made sure that he knew she was giving as much as she received.

She gritted her teeth to contain her moans. He lifted his head as he sped up his thrusts. He stared into her eyes, and his intensity made her stomach jump. She slammed her head softly on the door, sighing a song of relief.

“Okoye, kiss me,” he grunted. “Makeup be damned.”

She grabbed a handful of his ass, pushing him right where she needed him. “I don’t,” she huffed, “want to get married,” her pussy squeezed. “with smeared makeup.”

“So stubborn, even when you’re this filled?” he whined. He snapped his hips, and she tightened her hold against him. “I feel you, K’iin. Let them know who has you screaming like this! Let them know whose fucking you like this.”

Her toes curled as her hips buckled underneath her. He was reluctant when she came undone underneath him. She tried her best to hold it back, but she couldn’t. She was only human.

“Okoye!” they heard Nakia whisper against the door. “You have better come out here with your waist beads intact and your makeup flawless. I gave you both ample time.” 

His laugh vibrated through her chest as he slipped outside of her. Pressing his forehead to hers, they breathed into each other as if the ceremony on the other side of the door disappeared, and it was just them. Together. Two forces of war fighting for each others’ happiness.

“Your groom-to-be is a lucky man, Okoye of the Midnight Angels,” he smiled.

“Yes, you are,” she smiled back.

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Our Future // The Wedding // Shuri

Summary: Part 2 of Our Future

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff // Cute shit // I tried to stray away from the traditional american wedding // I love her so much // Angst if you squint // Mentioned Character Death //

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: As promised here is Part 2! Yall I had fun with this one, cried a little but I hope yall enjoy it.

The time had come. Quicker than you expected. Today was the day. You could only wish T’Challa and Ramonda were here to witness your union. But as your people say, death is not the end. They are here with you and Shuri. Your stomach fluttered as you sat in front of the mirror. One of your friends stood behind you, hair in the process of being braided while waiting for Nakia to bring the dress. You were prepared to become Shuri's wife. As she was prepared to have you as such. Your face was decorated with white dots adorning your cheeks and nose. Some that mimicked Shuri's panther mantle. Your fingers are decorated with gold jewelry plus the ring Shuri proposed with. You stared at your reflection with a smile on your glossed lips as old memories flooded your thoughts. Your mind wandered back to when the late Queen Ramonda had joked that you two would end up marrying each other. 

// Flashback //

"That is not correct and you know it. The sequence is so easy even my brother could do it." She sighed as you stood with crossed arms. She was getting real snappy ever since you told her you had to stay in the states for a couple of days.

"You can be upset all you want princess but do not disrespect my intelligence. I am just as smart as you and deserve to be treated as such." You sneered as you sat the documents on the table. Shuri paused her tantrum and shook her head as she went back to her work. "T'Challa needed my assistance on this trip. Shuri I'm coming back. If you're going to miss me just say that." Your smirk grew as she turned to you with a stunned expression. 

"I will not. I have too much to do anyway to notice you're gone." She started walking to another table. You silently followed before throwing your arm over her shoulders. "You don't seem like you won't notice." She shrugged your arm off with a forced frown on her face. "You're so full of yourself." You took the opportunity to leave the lab with a grin before her voice stopped you. "Call everyday to check in." You smiled at her back but went on to your room, meeting the Queen in the hall. She had Okoye by her side and you politely waved. 

"The two of them bicker like a married couple." Okoye grinned as the Queen tried to hide her snickers.

"It's just Shuri being thick headed. Sometimes you can't get a single word through that brain of hers."

"It's her way of caring about you. Which she does quite a lot. I wouldn't mind having you part of the family one day." She smiled and you felt your cheeks burn. 

"Oh you humble me queen mother. Me and Shuri? I don't know how that would work." You let your arms cover your body as the thought crossed your mind. Shuri wouldn't want to be with you that way…..Right?

"If these walls could talk child. They'd have a mouthful to say about you two." She grinned as she tapped your shoulder before heading to the lab. Probably to speak with Shuri about the trip. You and Shuri. Ha. That's a thought.

// End of Flashback // 

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your favorite Jabari girls rushed in the room to see you. You smiled down at the three as they had matching hairstyles and dresses. "Well aren't you three looking beautiful as ever. Your father actually let you out of his sight?" You let out a laugh as M'Juba shrugged her shoulders. 

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I promised to be the responsible older sister and watch them." She said as Amdeh crawled into your lap. "When will it start? I'm sure Shuri would love to see you."

"She can't see me until the ceremony. We'll walk in together." You told the girl as Amdeh watched the last of your hair get braided. 

"Move over Amdeh. I want to see it as well!" Asha whined and you felt a smile form on your lips. Thinking back to certain conversations you shared with your love.

"How do you feel about children?" The memory was fresh as you only had it some days ago. "When the time is right. I wouldn't mind."

"When will we have kids of our own?" This was the first time she asked you this. You weren't scared or worried. You would like to have children with her. Your Shuri. 

"Whenever you can find us a place to make it possible."

"Are we going to be the cool aunties who buy everything when their parents say no?" Your shoulders shook as laughter rocked your body. "Considering how many times you've told Toussaint not to tell his mother whenever you gave him something she said no to. You're already there my love."

A soft knock caught your attention and the four of you looked up to see Nakia with a genuine smile. "It's time for your dress." You gently moved Amdeh out of your lap before standing up to approach Nakia. "Would you mind helping me?" She held a bright smile before hanging the dress on the hook. You took a long look at the white dress with gold jewels decorating the torso and neckline. Nakia unzipped the dress as you stepped in to allow her to pull it up your body. She moved to zip up the back and found your gaze in the mirror. Placing the clips in your hair to pull the look together you felt yourself smile. You looked and felt beautiful. 

"You're so pretty Y/N!" M'Juba beamed and you smiled at her as her sisters nodded in agreement. 

"You look beautiful, sister." Nakia smiled trying not to cry. Nakia had always been supportive of you and your relationship. She helped you to process your feelings for the princess when you were figuring out if you liked her or not. She taught you how to grow your own vegetables and would come visit with Toussaint. Her hand rested on your shoulder and you squeezed her hand. Suddenly feeling grateful for everything she's done. "Thank you." You promised yourself you wouldn't cry so when she saw your eyes water she pulled you into a hug. "Come now. No time for tears. It's time." 

You turned to the girls with a wide smile. "Go on you three. You have to take your place next to your father." They all hugged your legs before Nakia ushered them to the aisle. Toussaint walked in with a grin before holding his arm out. "Ready to escort me?" 

"I sure am auntie." He said with a light giggle and you fanned yourself before grabbing hold of him. Nakia returned with a grin as she turned the veil over your face. Everyone present at the ceremony will lay eyes on you after Shuri does. You'll meet her at the entrance and become her wife. Her wife. Shuri Udaku's wife. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as she came into view. Her back was to you, but you could still tell how beautiful she looked. She wore her own white dress with gold accents and accessories. You and Toussaint exchanged knowing looks before he left you to go hug his auntie. With his presence she knew you were behind her. He walked hand in hand with his mother into the ceremony as you gently tapped Shuri's shoulder. She slowly turned with her eyes to the floor. Her gaze slowly took in every thread and jewel adorning your figure. As if saving this image in her mind. 

"My love. You look astonishing." She told you in a low voice. The same tone she would use when she was speechless. Her curls in her face with the sides and back cleanly shaven. Her own features are painted just as yours. She was breathtaking. "I could say the same to you. Gorgeous my dearest." She held out her hand for you to take and you intertwined your fingers, watching intensively as she brought your hand to her lips. You could melt right then and there. 

"Let's go." You both turned to face the door as it opened, revealing you to the tribes. The music thumping and cheering crowds couldn't get louder than the sound of your heart beating through your ears. When the two of you reached the altar you couldn't help but feel amazed. The altar was littered with heart shaped herbs, their glowing purple hue made the sight even more beautiful. Your eyes scanned the people surrounding you before your eyes found hers. Everything had gone silent for just a second and it felt like no one else was there. Just you and Shuri at this moment. 

"Usana. I've been waiting for this moment for as long as I can remember. You've always been my other half even when we fought. No matter what, just as I protect my country, I will protect you with my life." She brought her hands up to push the veil off your face. "If you'll allow me to do so, sthandwa." She leaned her forehead to rest against yours and you gave a nod, soaking in the feeling of her warmth. 

"As long as you allow me to fight for you as well. Every protector needs someone to have their backs. And I will dedicate myself to do so. I love you too much." You keep it short as there's a later time after the ceremony for both of you to pour out your hearts to the other

"Umfazi wam."

"Umfazi wam."

She lifted your chin before her lips met yours in a soft kiss and M'Baku was the first to jump up with a shout. You pulled back from the kiss. "Mayafa!" The three girls grunted in response as the other tribes began to dance in celebration. Shuri pecked your lips once more while everyone danced and shouted. 

"If only my mother and brother were here to see this."

"They are. And if your mother was physically here she'd say "I told you so." You smiled as she laughed at the thought with a wide grin.

"You're right." Her lip was between her teeth. Something she did when she thought long and hard. "I have something for you. Come. We'll be right back." She led you to the herb garden when she stood with a thin black box. 

"Shuri-"

"I know we said no gifts but I thought of this and I couldn't let the opportunity slip from me. Have I ever told you how you remind me of the heart shaped herb?" She questioned and you frowned in confusion. She took your silence to continue. "The herb is used to give us the strength we need to protect this country and its people. When you said yes to marrying me, it gave me a new found strength. One that I'll cherish for the rest of my life. Whether we make it to the end or Bast forbid anything splits us apart, I want you to have this." She opened the box to reveal a heart shaped necklace. The purple shimmer caught your eye and you found your partner's gaze. 

"This is-"

"Yes. I infused one of the herbs and vibranium to create it." You shivered as the cold metal came in contact with your skin as she connected it behind your neck. Your hand held the silver piece before you felt her lips on your shoulder. "Our future starts now Mrs. Udaku." You turned in her arms before crashing your lips into hers. Your finger tangled in her curls as her hands held onto your waist. The hungry kiss became more slow and sensual before you pulled away to catch a breath. You scanned her face before resting your foreheads together.

"Not yet. I um, have something for you as well." It was your turn to lead her as you walked to your shared bedroom. Walking around to the nightstand on your side of the bed you pulled two small picture frames from the draw and handed them to her. "These were written to you from your brother and mother. Apparently they both had the gift of seeing into the future and wanted you to have them on our wedding day." You told her with a smile and Shuri felt as if she was floating. Her family left letters for her? On her wedding day? "I can leave so you can read them if you'd like."

"No. Stay with me. Please." You knew this would be a sensitive situation for her. But she deserves them. The least you can do is honor her family's wishes. She started with her mother's first. You sat next to her on the bed with your hand on her back, offering comfort. 

To my sweet Shuri,

If you are reading this, then my hunch was correct. You and Y/N have finally admitted to yourselves that the two of you are soulmates. Your father and I have thought about this day more times than you think. Y/N has always been and always will be family. Marriage is not easy. There will be ups and downs. There will be arguments. There will be tears. But the two of you together will overcome any obstacle thrown your way. I am so proud of you, my child. You have always shown that you can do just fine on your own. And now with Y/N by your side, I know you will go above and beyond that. Love and cherish each other. Put each other first. Never be afraid to show others who you are. 

Your mother, Ramonda

By the end Shuri had tears rolling down her cheeks but a smile graced her features. Her eyes were closed and you rubbed small circles on her back. "Do you need a break?" She shook her head no before moving onto her brother's letter. 

Shuri,

You finally did it sister? You asked Y/N to be your forever person? You make your older brother proud. Because if you didn't then why are you reading this? I know you have questions. Questions I don't quite have all the answers to. I don't have much time left and I have accepted that. I know you'll try your hardest to save me. Unfortunately it may not go the way you want it, but if the ancestors allow, I'll forever be with you and our mother. And Nakia. And Toussaint. I'm sure by now you've met my son. I don't want you blaming yourself for what awaits us. I want you to live on, knowing that you have a wonderful partner by your side. I couldn't see you married to anyone else unless it's one of your computers or creations. I asked Y/N to show you this whenever the two of you take the next step in your lives. While I won't know what's in store for Wakanda, I strongly believe that you will be a great protector. And an even better Black Panther. Not just for our country but for our people. For Y/N. Do not leave behind your love the way I will. I dread the day but it is inevitable for me from here. Y/N will make a great wife. A great queen. Love her. Cherish her. Hold onto her. I believe you will do nothing short of that. Remember death is not the end for us. I'll always be with you.

T'Challa

Shuri finally broke and leaned her head into your neck as you held her. "I'm here usana. I'm here. It's okay." You whispered words of reassurance as you rubbed her back, letting her sobs rock her body. When she calmed down a little you lifted her chin so she could look at you. You wiped her tears away with your thumbs before kissing her forehead. "They wrote those letters to you because they loved you. Wanted you to wait to read them because they believed that on this day you would be content. Happy. I can't speak for your brother but he wanted you to be happy. Even after his passing." 

"I am happy. More happy than I've ever been. You've been holding onto these the entire time?" She held the picture frames in her lap and you nodded.

"You're not the only one who can keep a good secret." You smiled and she hugged your body tight. "Now our future starts." She smiled down at you staring as if you were the most precious thing in the world. In her world you were just that. "Come on. Let's head back before people start to notice we're gone." You wiped her face with a tissue and you giggled as she let you do your thing. "People being Toussaint and the girls. Nothing slips past those young ones."

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[killmongerskeeper]

Our Future // The Wedding // Shuri

Summary: Part 2 of Our Future

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff // Cute shit // I tried to stray away from the traditional american wedding // I love her so much // Angst if you squint // Mentioned Character Death //

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: As promised here is Part 2! Yall I had fun with this one, cried a little but I hope yall enjoy it.

The time had come. Quicker than you expected. Today was the day. You could only wish T’Challa and Ramonda were here to witness your union. But as your people say, death is not the end. They are here with you and Shuri. Your stomach fluttered as you sat in front of the mirror. One of your friends stood behind you, hair in the process of being braided while waiting for Nakia to bring the dress. You were prepared to become Shuri's wife. As she was prepared to have you as such. Your face was decorated with white dots adorning your cheeks and nose. Some that mimicked Shuri's panther mantle. Your fingers are decorated with gold jewelry plus the ring Shuri proposed with. You stared at your reflection with a smile on your glossed lips as old memories flooded your thoughts. Your mind wandered back to when the late Queen Ramonda had joked that you two would end up marrying each other. 

// Flashback //

"That is not correct and you know it. The sequence is so easy even my brother could do it." She sighed as you stood with crossed arms. She was getting real snappy ever since you told her you had to stay in the states for a couple of days.

"You can be upset all you want princess but do not disrespect my intelligence. I am just as smart as you and deserve to be treated as such." You sneered as you sat the documents on the table. Shuri paused her tantrum and shook her head as she went back to her work. "T'Challa needed my assistance on this trip. Shuri I'm coming back. If you're going to miss me just say that." Your smirk grew as she turned to you with a stunned expression. 

"I will not. I have too much to do anyway to notice you're gone." She started walking to another table. You silently followed before throwing your arm over her shoulders. "You don't seem like you won't notice." She shrugged your arm off with a forced frown on her face. "You're so full of yourself." You took the opportunity to leave the lab with a grin before her voice stopped you. "Call everyday to check in." You smiled at her back but went on to your room, meeting the Queen in the hall. She had Okoye by her side and you politely waved. 

"The two of them bicker like a married couple." Okoye grinned as the Queen tried to hide her snickers.

"It's just Shuri being thick headed. Sometimes you can't get a single word through that brain of hers."

"It's her way of caring about you. Which she does quite a lot. I wouldn't mind having you part of the family one day." She smiled and you felt your cheeks burn. 

"Oh you humble me queen mother. Me and Shuri? I don't know how that would work." You let your arms cover your body as the thought crossed your mind. Shuri wouldn't want to be with you that way…..Right?

"If these walls could talk child. They'd have a mouthful to say about you two." She grinned as she tapped your shoulder before heading to the lab. Probably to speak with Shuri about the trip. You and Shuri. Ha. That's a thought.

// End of Flashback // 

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your favorite Jabari girls rushed in the room to see you. You smiled down at the three as they had matching hairstyles and dresses. "Well aren't you three looking beautiful as ever. Your father actually let you out of his sight?" You let out a laugh as M'Juba shrugged her shoulders. 

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I promised to be the responsible older sister and watch them." She said as Amdeh crawled into your lap. "When will it start? I'm sure Shuri would love to see you."

"She can't see me until the ceremony. We'll walk in together." You told the girl as Amdeh watched the last of your hair get braided. 

"Move over Amdeh. I want to see it as well!" Asha whined and you felt a smile form on your lips. Thinking back to certain conversations you shared with your love.

"How do you feel about children?" The memory was fresh as you only had it some days ago. "When the time is right. I wouldn't mind."

"When will we have kids of our own?" This was the first time she asked you this. You weren't scared or worried. You would like to have children with her. Your Shuri. 

"Whenever you can find us a place to make it possible."

"Are we going to be the cool aunties who buy everything when their parents say no?" Your shoulders shook as laughter rocked your body. "Considering how many times you've told Toussaint not to tell his mother whenever you gave him something she said no to. You're already there my love."

A soft knock caught your attention and the four of you looked up to see Nakia with a genuine smile. "It's time for your dress." You gently moved Amdeh out of your lap before standing up to approach Nakia. "Would you mind helping me?" She held a bright smile before hanging the dress on the hook. You took a long look at the white dress with gold jewels decorating the torso and neckline. Nakia unzipped the dress as you stepped in to allow her to pull it up your body. She moved to zip up the back and found your gaze in the mirror. Placing the clips in your hair to pull the look together you felt yourself smile. You looked and felt beautiful. 

"You're so pretty Y/N!" M'Juba beamed and you smiled at her as her sisters nodded in agreement. 

"You look beautiful, sister." Nakia smiled trying not to cry. Nakia had always been supportive of you and your relationship. She helped you to process your feelings for the princess when you were figuring out if you liked her or not. She taught you how to grow your own vegetables and would come visit with Toussaint. Her hand rested on your shoulder and you squeezed her hand. Suddenly feeling grateful for everything she's done. "Thank you." You promised yourself you wouldn't cry so when she saw your eyes water she pulled you into a hug. "Come now. No time for tears. It's time." 

You turned to the girls with a wide smile. "Go on you three. You have to take your place next to your father." They all hugged your legs before Nakia ushered them to the aisle. Toussaint walked in with a grin before holding his arm out. "Ready to escort me?" 

"I sure am auntie." He said with a light giggle and you fanned yourself before grabbing hold of him. Nakia returned with a grin as she turned the veil over your face. Everyone present at the ceremony will lay eyes on you after Shuri does. You'll meet her at the entrance and become her wife. Her wife. Shuri Udaku's wife. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as she came into view. Her back was to you, but you could still tell how beautiful she looked. She wore her own white dress with gold accents and accessories. You and Toussaint exchanged knowing looks before he left you to go hug his auntie. With his presence she knew you were behind her. He walked hand in hand with his mother into the ceremony as you gently tapped Shuri's shoulder. She slowly turned with her eyes to the floor. Her gaze slowly took in every thread and jewel adorning your figure. As if saving this image in her mind. 

"My love. You look astonishing." She told you in a low voice. The same tone she would use when she was speechless. Her curls in her face with the sides and back cleanly shaven. Her own features are painted just as yours. She was breathtaking. "I could say the same to you. Gorgeous my dearest." She held out her hand for you to take and you intertwined your fingers, watching intensively as she brought your hand to her lips. You could melt right then and there. 

"Let's go." You both turned to face the door as it opened, revealing you to the tribes. The music thumping and cheering crowds couldn't get louder than the sound of your heart beating through your ears. When the two of you reached the altar you couldn't help but feel amazed. The altar was littered with heart shaped herbs, their glowing purple hue made the sight even more beautiful. Your eyes scanned the people surrounding you before your eyes found hers. Everything had gone silent for just a second and it felt like no one else was there. Just you and Shuri at this moment. 

"Usana. I've been waiting for this moment for as long as I can remember. You've always been my other half even when we fought. No matter what, just as I protect my country, I will protect you with my life." She brought her hands up to push the veil off your face. "If you'll allow me to do so, sthandwa." She leaned her forehead to rest against yours and you gave a nod, soaking in the feeling of her warmth. 

"As long as you allow me to fight for you as well. Every protector needs someone to have their backs. And I will dedicate myself to do so. I love you too much." You keep it short as there's a later time after the ceremony for both of you to pour out your hearts to the other

"Umfazi wam."

"Umfazi wam."

She lifted your chin before her lips met yours in a soft kiss and M'Baku was the first to jump up with a shout. You pulled back from the kiss. "Mayafa!" The three girls grunted in response as the other tribes began to dance in celebration. Shuri pecked your lips once more while everyone danced and shouted. 

"If only my mother and brother were here to see this."

"They are. And if your mother was physically here she'd say "I told you so." You smiled as she laughed at the thought with a wide grin.

"You're right." Her lip was between her teeth. Something she did when she thought long and hard. "I have something for you. Come. We'll be right back." She led you to the herb garden when she stood with a thin black box. 

"Shuri-"

"I know we said no gifts but I thought of this and I couldn't let the opportunity slip from me. Have I ever told you how you remind me of the heart shaped herb?" She questioned and you frowned in confusion. She took your silence to continue. "The herb is used to give us the strength we need to protect this country and its people. When you said yes to marrying me, it gave me a new found strength. One that I'll cherish for the rest of my life. Whether we make it to the end or Bast forbid anything splits us apart, I want you to have this." She opened the box to reveal a heart shaped necklace. The purple shimmer caught your eye and you found your partner's gaze. 

"This is-"

"Yes. I infused one of the herbs and vibranium to create it." You shivered as the cold metal came in contact with your skin as she connected it behind your neck. Your hand held the silver piece before you felt her lips on your shoulder. "Our future starts now Mrs. Udaku." You turned in her arms before crashing your lips into hers. Your finger tangled in her curls as her hands held onto your waist. The hungry kiss became more slow and sensual before you pulled away to catch a breath. You scanned her face before resting your foreheads together.

"Not yet. I um, have something for you as well." It was your turn to lead her as you walked to your shared bedroom. Walking around to the nightstand on your side of the bed you pulled two small picture frames from the draw and handed them to her. "These were written to you from your brother and mother. Apparently they both had the gift of seeing into the future and wanted you to have them on our wedding day." You told her with a smile and Shuri felt as if she was floating. Her family left letters for her? On her wedding day? "I can leave so you can read them if you'd like."

"No. Stay with me. Please." You knew this would be a sensitive situation for her. But she deserves them. The least you can do is honor her family's wishes. She started with her mother's first. You sat next to her on the bed with your hand on her back, offering comfort. 

~~~~

To my sweet Shuri,

If you are reading this, then my hunch was correct. You and Y/N have finally admitted to yourselves that the two of you are soulmates. Your father and I have thought about this day more times than you think. Y/N has always been and always will be family. Marriage is not easy. There will be ups and downs. There will be arguments. There will be tears. But the two of you together will overcome any obstacle thrown your way. I am so proud of you, my child. You have always shown that you can do just fine on your own. And now with Y/N by your side, I know you will go above and beyond that. Love and cherish each other. Put each other first. Never be afraid to show others who you are. 

Your mother, Ramonda

~~~~

By the end Shuri had tears rolling down her cheeks but a smile graced her features. Her eyes were closed and you rubbed small circles on her back. "Do you need a break?" She shook her head no before moving onto her brother's letter. 

~~~~

Shuri,

You finally did it sister? You asked Y/N to be your forever person? You make your older brother proud. Because if you didn't then why are you reading this? I know you have questions. Questions I don't quite have all the answers to. I don't have much time left and I have accepted that. I know you'll try your hardest to save me. Unfortunately it may not go the way you want it, but if the ancestors allow, I'll forever be with you and our mother. And Nakia. And Toussaint. I'm sure by now you've met my son. I don't want you blaming yourself for what awaits us. I want you to live on, knowing that you have a wonderful partner by your side. I couldn't see you married to anyone else unless it's one of your computers or creations. I asked Y/N to show you this whenever the two of you take the next step in your lives. While I won't know what's in store for Wakanda, I strongly believe that you will be a great protector. And an even better Black Panther. Not just for our country but for our people. For Y/N. Do not leave behind your love the way I will. I dread the day but it is inevitable for me from here. Y/N will make a great wife. A great queen. Love her. Cherish her. Hold onto her. I believe you will do nothing short of that. Remember death is not the end for us. I'll always be with you.

T'Challa

~~~~

Shuri finally broke and leaned her head into your neck as you held her. "I'm here usana. I'm here. It's okay." You whispered words of reassurance as you rubbed her back, letting her sobs rock her body. The letters being exactly what she needed from her family since they aren't here to celebrate with her. When she calmed down a little you lifted her chin so she could look at you. You wiped her tears away with your thumbs before kissing her forehead. "They wrote those letters to you because they loved you. Wanted you to wait to read them because they believed that on this day you would be content. Happy. I can't speak for your brother but he wanted you to be happy. Even after his passing." 

"I am happy. More happy than I've ever been. You've been holding onto these the entire time?" She held the picture frames in her lap and you nodded.

"You're not the only one who can keep a good secret." You smiled and she hugged your body tight. "Now our future starts." She smiled down at you staring as if you were the most precious thing in the world. In her world you were just that. "Come on. Let's head back before people start to notice we're gone." You wiped her face with a tissue and you giggled as she let you do your thing. "People being Toussaint and the girls. Nothing slips past those young ones."

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[nexusnyx]

Honestly been thinking bout Shuri proposing to reader or their wedding 🤭

📑 thank you for the request babe! i loved the idea. shuri x gn!reader | 0.7k

Nothing about Shuri's proposal would be an accident.

Shuri's a planner. A Visionaire.

Her love for you is a map by now. A map of lands only she knows so personally, a map of every sea, land, and crook between worlds—Shuri took days of her life, dedicated them to learning the things you love and the things you still hide for some reason, and she's a scientist, first and foremost. You're her most adored, cared and important case study. The 'they love me' case study, the 'I, too, love them, with everything in me' case study; how could it've been? Shuri analyzed it. She put it under a microscope, and when that failed to explicit all the reasons why she was pulled towards you like a magnet always has a North and South, she felt it.

So she planned.

Shuri laid out the schematics bit by bit. First, the consultant was Griot, that at some point grew tired of her back and forth and re-directed her with a "perharps someone who is capable of feelings would be better suited to guide you, Princess" and, of course, how had she not thought of it before? Next, came the Doras. Her closest friends at this point, and women she knew would offer the most upfront and honest opinions.

What came surprised her—words that no calculation or speculation could've prepared her for, but that she would never forget.

"Follow your heart, Shuri. Some things come to us when we open ourselves to them. You two were made to share a path. I'm certain you'll find out how to set out the intention for that."

And she was right—Okoye often was, but this time, she hit the spear right in the core of it:

It came to her as you did: a flash in the night. A comet piercing through the sky. Light, and heat, and you.

"What?" God, how she loved your smile.

"Nothing." It was hard to speak through her smile, but always worth it. Your smile widened with hers showing. "You said 'when it's our family'."

"I... yeah. Yeah I did."

"You think about our future," Shuri could see it now.

"Of course I do," your face said that much was obvious. "I love you. And we're together. I think a lot about what we will do, just as I think about all that we've done. I like thinking about us."

Shuri saw a lake—an empty, sacred view known by few, and surrounded by fireflies. "It's still nice to hear it." She saw your favorite flowers — all three of them — creating a corridor that led you straight to her. There were suspended lights illuminating the path, and you dressed in a traditional, hand-made gown. "What else do you think about?"

Blushed cheeks looked better on you than the sunset did in the sky. "I... I don't know. Everything?" The way you snugged your body closer to hers when you were shy. Shuri pictured if you'd do that when she got down on her knees and started babbling the first thing that came to mind—planning a speech would be useless; Shuri had never not been rendered speechless at the sight of you all dressed up. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Shuri laughed—you felt shy when she looked at you unabashedly in public.

You two were still at dinner with her friends, after all.

"You know what," you narrowed your eyes at her, smiling so wide your cheeks must hurt. "Panther look."

"Hmmmm." Shuri pictured music playing in the background, too—that would be easy to make. "I have a surprised planned for you," she had details to work out still, but the main idea was already completed.

Your eyes shone. "You do?"

"I do." Somehow, your kiss and her words gave her a sense of deja vu.

She could see everything already.

Your path together was only getting started.

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[wakandaiscoming]

More Differences Between the Screenplay and Theatrical Release

I'm only on page 104 of 259. I might have to stop mentioning very minor changes or this will take days.

Another deleted dialogue. Shuri asks Ross if "DARPA" or "Project Pegasus" are the ones who made the vibranium detector. Both Marvel bad government agencies. DARPA has been mentioned in Agents of SHIELD and Runaways (hopefully both of those are canon!) and Project Pegasus is in several projects most prominently in Captain Marvel and The Avengers 1. (RiRi is out here putting the government to shame and I support her.)

Some extra bit of RiRi and Shuri bonding. On the motorcycle, Shuri compliments it and Riri asks her to keep it safe. Scene concludes with Riri shooting down a police helicopter.

Subplot involving Riri's notebook computer appears to have been cut. It was supposed to fall out of her Ironheart suit when she hit the pavement of the bridge. Val is to note it when she investigates (at the same time Ross finds the kimoyo beads) and since it's taken into custody. Then Ross mentions it to Ramonda when they speak over the kimoyo beads.

Okoye says the Talocanil are sensitive to fire and heat. This was probably cut because there wasn't much fire and heat in the way the fight was filmed. But maybe it's still important for your Namora fireside lover fanfic.

A bit more information on names from the scene where Okoye is dismissed. Okoye is called "Okoye daughter of Korabo" when addressed formally and Ayo is "Ayo, daughter of Kani". There is also a scene where Ramonda makes Ayo general. Which I know from what she wears later on but I still would've liked to see how Florence Kasumba played it.

Another scene between Val and Ross that I'm glad was cut. He was worried about "innocent bystanders" getting shot. She is annoyed he wasn't worried about the cops. Everything with Ross and Ramonda has multiple options. Not sure if this means it was when or why it was rewritten.

The scene between Ramonda and Namor on the beach was also rewritten. Then she prays to Bast for Shuri. And there is a scene between her and Griot about Nakia:

GRIOT Where to, my queen?

RAMONDA I need to see an old friend. Nakia, daughter of Yaa.

GRIOT I apologize my queen. The princess forbade me from collecting data on Nakia daughter of Yaa. She said she is, and I quote, “Dead to me.”

RAMONDA I do not need data from you about the love of my son’s life. I know exactly where she is.

8. The full text of the scene between Okoye and the Dora Milaje that was in the first trailer but not scene in the movie begins on page 99. Aneka was among them and she wants to allow Okoye to go. This is why she quits the dora milaje. This will probably be a deleted scene when it's on blu-ray.

9. The Mayan woman who Nakia speaks to about Namor says much more in the script, "When I was young, we would play in the rainforest and sometimes would catch a glimpse of a man with winged feet on the shore of the beach, or a river. Sometimes as a form flitting through the sky.

We thought he was a spirit, not a man. The K’uk’ulkan. Our Feathered Serpent God of this realm and the realm below.

On my wedding night, my husband and I left the celebration to swim in the sea. Moonlight glittering off the waves. We were young, foolish. We got swept out by the currents, my dress pulling me down into the depths.

I lost grip of Josue’s hand and started to drown, until I felt myself being lifted out of the water. He brought me back to the shore, Josue unconscious but alive on the sand. Saved, by K’uk’ulkan.

I am sad for this actress that her monologue got cut.

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[stormkobra-5]

Batons and Unicorns: The Whitest, Brightest Wedding of All

Pairing: Moon Boys x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble (Part of the Batons and Unicorns universe. You can find the rest of the stories here on my Moon Boys masterlist.)

Summary: After three years of being together-- and even having a daughter-- you’re finally marrying the man-- men-- you love.

Involving Steven, Marc, and Jake x reader, adorable Amonet, and one very proud grandpa skeleton-bird.

A/N: I know that the gif isn’t from Moon Knight but tell me this isn’t the perfect gif am I right?! Am I right?! Look at his sparkly eyes! Anyway, coming back to this series is makin’ me feel pretty nostalgic. Oh, the days when I was still wary of writing smut and getting the hang of posting on Tumblr… Yes I made Frenchie as if he’s played by Pedro Pascal I know you all love it–

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about weddings, period. Have never been to one that I can remember tbh.

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. This story is rated 14+ for strong language and some mildly suggestive themes.

Ok.

You just need to take a second.

And calm the fuck down.

This happens all the time, right? Every day, even? Surely it can’t be that nerve-racking, I mean especially when you’ve been with somebody for so long, right? Right?

Surely fucking not.

You stand before the floor-length mirror on a pedestal as the finishing touches are being added to your dress by your bridesmaids (Wanda, Shuri, and Natasha). You feel like a Barbie doll. Not in the bad way-- you’re pretty fucking pretty, in fact, you’re sure you’ve never been prettier. You’ve never spent so long at a spa, either. You’re pretty sure you’ve been transformed into a whole other person from before. That scene in Hunger Games where Katniss is given a makeover supreme? She has no fucking idea what you just went through yesterday. You still feel tingly.

Your hair is perfect. Your skin is perfect. Your face is perfect. Your dress is perfect. You’re absolutely perfect right now. Everything, spot on, A+ for presentation, the boys will be tripping over themselves, you're so gorgeous. But your emotions?

Girl they are crazy.

What if you mess up your vows? What if you say something stupid? Oh god, what if you don’t say anything at all? Will you even be able to use ASL with the bouquet in your hands??? Your heart is pounding in your throat and your breathing is rapid. On one side of the room, your mother and your Maid of Honor, Pepper, sit side-by-side with tears in their eyes and prideful smiles on their faces.

“You don’t have to be so nervous,” Natasha squeezed your hand for emphasis, chuckling as you glanced at her so that she could see the whites of your eyes. “You look stunning.”

Wanda meets your eyes with something like sympathy in hers. “Is it because everyone’s here?”

Oh geez, you sign, thanks for that reminder, Wanda.

Yes.

Everyone.

Apparently this was a first. Two superheroes, getting married. It apparently warranted every single Avenger to be present, to assist, and hell, even Fury was here. All superhero eyes would be on you and your husbands. It was the teeniest bit terrifying.

A timid knock at the door made everyone turn around, just as Khonshu entered-- dressed in a crisp white suit, one you swear he stole from Steven-- bending over to lead little tiny Amonet into the room. Apparently this occasion warranted even the presence of visible Khonshu.

"Mommy!" She cried, toddling forward on her tiny legs. She wore the most adorable little dress, frilly and purplish-blue. In her little hands she carries a bouquet of tiny flowers, and you immediately kneel to hug her as best as you can without ruining either of your looks.

“Hi, sweeti– oof–” She whacked you in the face with her bouquet, but thankfully, your makeup survived the accident unscathed. Khonshu chuckled, a deep echo that still, nobody was used to yet. It seemed to reverberate through the air itself.

“Easy, little one,” Khonshu rumbled, chuckling deep in his chest. As Amonet toddled over to your mother, Khonshu addressed you with something like pride in his voice. “You look stunning, Y/N.”

To hear that from a literal god was a good thing, you hoped.

Thanks, Big Bird, you signed, and now since Amonet watched Sesame Street literally every morning, he now understood that reference. If bird skulls could frown, he’d most definitely be frowning.

“Hmf. I would appreciate it if you would not call me that…” Khonshu patted Amonet’s head. “Remain here, child. I must see to your father.”

“Wait!” Amonet slid off your mother’s lap to take Khonshu’s hand. “I wanna come, Grandpa Shu-Shu.”

You couldn’t help but snicker to yourself as Khonshu pretended to be disgruntled. With a nod to you that you returned, Khonshu left your little bridal chamber to find Marc, Steven, and Jake.

~*~*~*~

“Bullocks.” Steven grumbled to himself as he tried to readjust the tie with shaking hands, only succeeding in choking himself.

“Easy, amigo,” Jake tried to calm him, but the cabbie’s voice cracked a bit. Steven knew that he was just as– if not more– nervous.

He wasn’t sure exactly why he was so nervous. You’ve been together for three years, and for two of them, you’ve had a little girl together. You’ve seen each other at your very best and your very worst and you’ve stuck together; he remembers the day he met you. The day he moved into Avengers Tower and the sweet mute young woman that helped him unpack, who researched DID and made friends– later, became lovers with– Marc and Jake. He recalled how many hours he spent learning ASL just to communicate with you.

The moment he– and maybe, all of them– fell in love with you was after he’d seen your powers for the first time was vivid in their mind. After he’d called you “birdie” and the two of you had paraded around the complex as Mr. Knight and a unicorn. You’d been mute for so long, but you trusted him to speak to. You spoke to him– to them. To your daughter. No one else.

He smiled softly to himself when he thought about the day you told him you were pregnant, after Harrow’s men had captured you; he still worried about that, especially with Amonet around, now.

“That’s it, buddy. Just stay calm.” Marc’s voice snapped Steven out of his thoughts; thinking of you and his little girl had calmed him down a bit, but Marc had stopped him from launching into a worried mess about potential threats.

A knock at the door nearly made him panic, especially when it opened immediately after.

Steven’s breath left him with sheer relief when he seen that it was only Khonshu– well, Khonshu, and one of the two things he loved most in the world.

“Daddy!” Amonet let go of Khonshu’s hand and raced for him; Steven knelt down to pull her into his arms.

“Hello, little scarab,” He gave her a kiss on the cheek as he stood. “You look so pretty, love! Just like a princess!” She babbled a bit, showing off the poor flowers she’d fisted and thrusting a rose dangerously close to his eye. “Oh, thank you, darling. I’ll put that right in here, yeah?” He carefully adjusted the rose in his breast pocket, before plucking a daisy from her hand and tucking it behind her ear. “Now you have one too, love.” A beaming grin broke across his face when she giggled.

“You dress up nice, worm,” Khonshu chuckled; Steven frowned at the nickname, glancing down at his sharp white suit.

“Thanks, I guess.”

The god scoffed. “Are Marc and Jake nervous, too, or is that just you?”

“W-what?”

Khonshu put a hand on Steven’s shoulder. “Do you really think it has escaped me how anxious you are, Steven Grant?”

“I-It’s just–”

“Just what? You’ve loved her for so long, and she has loved you in return, and so strongly, at that. Do you truly think you have anything to worry about?”

Steven thought about that for a minute.

“I hate to admit it, buddy, but; the old bird’s right.” He felt Marc take a metaphorical deep breath, trying to remain steady and level-headed throughout all of this.

“Don’t admit that,” Jake scoffed, offended. “Viejo pájaro zombi estúpido– we were already thinking that!”

“Thanks,” Steven breathed anyway, although Khonshu didn’t exactly make any of them feel better, but…

Both perked up at the sound of a knock. “Come in,” Steven called, and the door opened just enough for Sam to poke his head in with a beaming smile.

“It’s time.”

“Oh, bollocks,” Steven shuddered with anticipation, which Amonet most definitely felt. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a hug, which Steven eagerly returned. “Oh bloody…”

“You can do it, Daddy,” Amonet said softly, and the boys melted.

Steven had never heard Jake squeal.

“¡Awww, mi dulce pequeña mariposa, tratando de darnos confianza! ¡¡¡Esa es mi niña, esa es mi niña mariposa!!!”

“Aw, thank you love,” He kissed her cheek again before passing her off to Khonshu and smoothing his suit, taking a deep breath. “How do we look?”

“Like an idiot,” Khonshu scoffed, then added, a bit good-heartedly, perhaps, “But a well-dressed one.”

Steven’s blood rushed in his ears as he made his way out of the room, following Sam with Khonshu and Amonet closely behind.

~*~*~*~

Steven stood nervously at the altar, scanning over the faces of the gathered assembly. Every single Avenger– even the Guardians of the Galaxy, the sorcerers, the Asgardians, hell, even some mutants– had all come to witness Moon Knight and Skinchanger marry.

Beside him, he had Frenchie as his best man– a man he admittedly hardly knew, but Marc knew plenty about the “baby-chicken-faced” Chilean-American. In one of the front pews sat Khonshu, legs crossed, next to your mother.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.

“We can do this,” Marc said, more to himself, “We’ve got this, it’s fine–”

“‘We can do this’?” Jake echoed in disbelief, adding, “Estoy teniendo un puto ataque al corazón, chicos. When she comes in the room in her wedding dress… Solo estoy... solo voy a colapsar aquí mismo, no van a saber nada de mí por un tiempo, ninguno de ustedes podrá despertarme, DIOS HACE CALOR AQUÍ PARA ALGUNO DE USTEDES–”

“Jake, buddy,” Marc tried, and he felt him trying to calm Jake, who, if he was hearing correctly, was trying not to hyperventilate. Steven jumped as the music kicked in. Oh gods. It’s happening. Right now, it’s happening… “Breathe, man. Breathe.”

“¿CÓMO DEMONIOS ESPERAS QUE RESPIRE? ACTUALMENTE FÍSICAMENTE NO PUEDO RESPIRAR, MALDITA–”

The doors opened. In came little Amonet, throwing flowers, and Jake shut up immediately. Steven felt not only his own pride at seeing his daughter, but Marc’s, and of course Jake’s, quite nearly overwhelming him. It took everything he had not to rush down between the pews and scoop her up in his arms.

Amonet tried to run for Steven when she saw him, dropping the flower basket. Khonshu snatched her up and planted her on his lap, making her giggle, and the boys’ hearts swelled with love.

And then, in came the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

You.

Their sun. Their stars. Their air. Their life. The only thing any of them had cared about in a very long time, you suddenly popped into their lives and gave them something to love wholeheartedly. And then, you did it a second time, when you gave them Amonet.

You were absolutely beautiful in your dress, radiant and glowing like a goddess come to life. The boys couldn’t take their eyes off you as you were walked up the aisle, and they felt a sense of great honor and pride when you were given away. To them. Out of anyone in the whole world, when you could have had anyone, you’d chosen them.

They couldn’t believe it.

You were a star fallen from heaven as you made your way forward, dress trailing behind you like silken snow, crystalline and incandescent.

“Dios mio,” Jake whispered in adoration.

“She’s beautiful,” Marc seconded, but Steven was lost for words.

You were so gorgeous you stole his breath away, just like the day he’d first seen you. Just like the day when the mute young woman offered to help him unpack.

“I love you,” He breathed, and he thought you said it too.

You both repeated it for your I do’s, your vows, the exchanging of the rings— that all-important kiss— and then again during the first dance, twice more throughout the after-party, and you must have said it a thousand times during the course of your wedding night. Your first night as husband and wife.

You were now, officially, Y/N Grant-Lockley-Spector.

And you loved your husbands with all of your heart.

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