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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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just got emotionally fucking annihilated by wakanda forever

but i also wanna talk about it! warning for spoilers and general rambling below 👇

ok, let’s start with parallels CAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY

first off, the comparison of shuri and killmonger 👀

it really does make sense, especially when you think ab how they both “go against” tradition, rejecting the standards. t’challa (rip ilysm) still wanted to please the elders, even if he had more progressive ideas (ie: sandals for his first day

also i’m so fucking glad they didn’t try to cgi chadwick in. it would’ve felt disrespectful and i think it was handled beautifully

her sparing namor the same way t’challa spared those he fought (saving zemo, helping bucky, trying to help killmonger)

the dialogue callbacks bro. fuckin “show him who you are,” had me sobbing. “vengeance is consuming us” babes, shuri, i’m crying.

her being angered by loss and snapping at nakia like t’challa snapped at zuri when he realized killmonger’s identity

also i absolutely love riri. i was a bit apprehensive going in, but i think they executed her well without just making her a replacement for tony. that being said, he would absolutely adore her

the parallel of her going too high and running out of oxygen and later turning it on namor in the same way mirrors tony’s suit frosting over and doing the same to stane 😭

the silent flashes of t’challa took my breath away. the silence really compounded just how empty and quiet their grief is.

seeing shuri try so hard in the opening and not even being able to say goodbye was so sad, and you can see her thoughts racing later on when she successfully synthesizes the heart-shaped herb. it’s a sort of “what if i’d thought of this earlier?” “who would still be alive?” “how could i have missed this?” sort of feeing

onto details!

the new black panther suit is stunning 🤩 the gold and silver details along with the dots that almost look like pearls, mirroring the ones she wears at the funerals? it shows that even if she is the leader of wakanda now, she’s still very young, still grieving her many losses

the tech and ai has really been amped up. shuri’s ai and her different interfaces looked amazing. also the ai (who i think is grio but i couldn’t tell) reminds me of jarvis. mainly in the orange blob department

the dora milaje looked stunning as ever, and seeing some new tech for them was exciting

THE VIBRANIUM THAT MELTED INTO THE CARS ALSKDKDKFKLDDK OBSESSED TONY WOULDVE LOVED THAT SHIT

talokan was gorgeous, even if it did violently trigger my thalassophobia

ummm everett and valentina being married (well, divorced) was a plot point i was not expecting. hope to see him in the thunderbolts tho he’s very slay

fucking 👏 t’challa 👏 junior 👏

i broke down right then and there

took me right out

i won’t lie the people of talokan gave me avatar vibes but i did like the touch of them having siren-like voices.

also namora was pretty so that’s a win

ok i get that it’s a movie. but realistically, i’d they’re fighting this massive underwater force, why not just call any other super powered avenger????

like for movie’s sake yeah it’s all fine but like if i were in the mcu living that shit i’d be like “let’s just call thor. have him like electrocute the water. or doctor strange. he did that cool water thing in endgame that had literally no purpose except to give him screen time. or wanda, we all know she ain’t really dead bffr”

AYO IS GENERAL NOW??? I LOVE OKOYE BUT THATS A SLAY

ALSO SHES GAY??????

I SAW THAT KISS AT THE END 👀👀👀👀

man i love m’baku so much. he’s just. ugh

ok in better terms, i think i like him so much because he is first presented as a chad, almost. he’s strong, a bit dumb, and leads the isolated tribe.

but then you interact w him and find out he’s incredibly emotionally empathetic and kind, and reaches out to shuri as a helping hand, a person to lean on.

i just really appreciate him okay 🥺😭

overall, stunning. 10/10, fifth time in a row that marvel’s made me cry at one of their movies.

aka black widow (bc yelena and the ending), shang-chi (bc gotdamn let me cry ab the chinese representation), no way home (cause duh), love and thunder (BC HE ADOPTED HER BITCH WHAT) and now this

stunning, showstopping, say what you will about marvel but damn they know how to make me cry

#marvel #avengers #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri black panther #princess shuri #queen ramonda #mcu namor #nakia #t’challa #shuri udaku #chadwick boseman #rip chadwick boseman #letitia wright #lupita nyong'o #wakanda forever spoilers

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mistavybe · 2 years

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morganhopesmith1996 · 1 year

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kingrobery · 2 years

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#t’challa #black panther #wakanda forever #chadwick boseman #rip #spider man #avengers #multiverse saga

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kprapture · 2 years

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Me seeing the Funeral/Mourning for T’challa in the Wakanda Forever trailer:

Me seeing Okoye crying by herself for T’challa but still trying to stay strong for him

#this is gonna hurt but be so good at the sane time #rip chadwick boseman #marvel #marvel comics #general okoye #t’challa #black panther #wakanda forever #chadwick boseman

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thinking1bee · 4 days

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You Haven't Failed Part 1

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

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There were many things about being an Avenger that you truly loved. Your friends and family were one of those perks, the line between the two blurring, ever since the Avengers defeated Thanos. The moment Thanos snapped, the moment you watched the people you loved turn into dust before your very eyes, was the moment where you realized, that everyone that fought by your side was your family. You didn’t care that you lost the war. It was a selfish sentiment that you would never dare to utter out loud. In that moment, where you felt your heart shatter a thousand times over, it didn’t feel like you failed the world. It felt like you failed the people you loved. You and the remaining Avengers stopped at nothing to get your team back, your family members. Consequently, with defeating Thanos came a satisfaction so resolute, that it almost healed the wounds in your heart. Almost. It still felt like you failed though you eventually got everyone back. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. If you had been stronger, better, faster, Wanda wouldn’t have died in your arms on that day. You still remember the shaky breaths that left her, the rapid and jagged beating of her heart, and the slow tears that dripped down her pallid cheeks. When she collapsed, at first, you ran to her side and gently eased her into your lap as you ripped off your mask. In your mind, she was exhausted, tired, and hurting. Wanda had to destroy Vision, her best friend, to keep one of the stones from Thanos. In the end, her pain, her tears, and the guilt she felt at having to sacrifice someone she loved had been for nothing. Thanos still got the stone. He managed to collect all six, and everyone watched with fear and bated breath, as he snapped his fingers.

First, it was Bucky. Then, it was Sam. Then, it was T’Challa. And Groot. Then, it was Wanda. It started at her feet and slowly made its way up. Pieces of her turned into ash, inch by torturous inch, and floated away in the breeze polluted with the stench of death and darkened by the smoke of war and destruction. When you saw what was happening to her, all you could do was shake your head slowly, the denial at what was about to happen quickly engulfing you. The tears fell faster as sobs left your lips, and you clutched onto her with every ounce of your strength. Wanda reassured you over and over, her hand cupping your cheek as teary sobs left her, that everything was going to be okay, and that you were going to be alright. Her very last words to you were that she loved you, and the last of her that you felt before she disappeared from your hold had been the cold and shaky touch of her caress on your cheeks. You watched as what was left of her, the dust that had once been the woman you loved, disappeared into the orange hue of the sky that was ablaze with fire and explosions. Five years. That was how long it’d been. Five years. That was 260 weeks. 1,826 days. 43,830 hours. 15,780,000 seconds. You had to live that entire time without Wanda in your arms, without feeling her body against yours. Five years not seeing the gorgeous smile you loved. Five years not hearing the accent you adored. Five years not seeing the lush green of her eyes, eyes that reminded you of the green dahlias she loved to plant in her garden. Five years without the feel of her lips against yours. Five years not hearing her moans when you made love to her. Five years with you realizing, as every second ticked, the arms on the clock mocking you as they kept moving while your world ground to a screeching halt, that your future with her was gone. Just like that. All with the snap of two fingers. She was gone, and at the time, the last memory you had of her, was of her crying in your arms.

…but you couldn’t think about that right now. Not when you were in the middle of a mission, but also, you didn’t want to think about what those 5 years did to you. You could hardly remember them. The trauma had scorched those five years completely from your mind, and there were some things just not worth remembering.

Regardless of the hardships endured, there were only a few select things about being an Avenger that you truly hated. This one, you realized with growing dread, was one of them. You scaled down the walls of Oscorp Industries, silently making your way to the lower lab. It was eerie being in here by yourself. You weren’t in any immediate danger, or else your spider senses would have been bouncing off the walls of your mind, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong. To say that you hated Norman Osborn wasn’t quite true, but you didn’t like the man either. Rumors of his biological experimentation had spread like wildfire in the public news. However, the allegations couldn’t be proven without any substantial evidence. Norman was by the book. He crossed his T’s, dotted his I’s, and made sure that any mistakes that were made were taken care of internally. By government standards, what he was doing wasn’t illegal, just immoral. So, they allowed him to keep experimenting. Except, whatever happened just a few hours before you arrived was apparently so out of his hands that he had to call the Avengers. “His hand was forced” Nick repeated to you, Osborn’s words, not his, he told you as you were briefed on the mission details. Osborn had been less than forthcoming with any specifics, but he did say that the building was entirely evacuated of all personnel, and that whatever escaped was contained…for now.

This was where you came in. You made your way to the lower floors, and still crawled further down into the basement. Each floor you passed looked the same as the previous. Empty. Abandoned. Desolate. Eerie. Though the loud buzzer of the alarm was silenced, the overhead, florescent lights still remained off while the white, sharp lights of the alarms flashed repeatedly. It illuminated the space around you a millisecond at a time, and you felt like you’d dived head first into a scary movie. Someone would either scream at you to leave while they knew of the danger that lurked below, or would call you a dumbass for entering because they knew the danger that you weren’t aware of just yet. You would be the latter if you were in the audience.

The comm in your mask chirped to life and you flinched, your heart jumping into your throat at the sudden, unexpected noise.

“Any updates, Y/n?” Fury asked. You had to swallow your heart back into your chest before you could answer.

“So far so good,” you replied. “It’s spooky as hell in this building though.”

You could hear his chuckles. “Need back up?”

“Nah, I got this.”

“Copy that.”

You got lower and lower, your hands and feet gripping the walls securely as the lab you needed to enter came into focus. The moment you reached the ground and stood on two feet, you received a phone call. This, too, was patched through your mask and you smiled. You already knew who it was.

“My, my Ms. Maximoff,” you answered with a chuckle. “Don’t tell me that this is a booty call.”

You heard Wanda’s adorable giggles. In your mind’s eye, you could see the way her eyes squint when her smile reached them, the way the green would sparkle as her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“We live together, silly,” she finally said when she was able to talk. Still, some chuckles bubbled from the other end of the call, and you nibbled your bottom lip with your teeth as you felt your heart flip in your chest. “I was calling to see what you wanted for dinner.”

“You can be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, baby girl,” you said with a husk. “I can always use the extra protein.”

Wanda snorted at your not-so-subtle innuendo. “As tempting as that sounds,” she said, her voice sarcastic but still humorous. “I was hoping that we could both eat. I’ve missed you and I wanted us to have a dinner together.”

You couldn’t help the bubble of emotion in your chest, your love for Wanda somehow growing stronger when you heard her words. It’d been a hectic few weeks, that’s for sure. It was mission after mission, assignment after assignment, and for those weeks, all you were able to share with her were only a few phone calls. You missed her too and you wanted nothing more than to be in her presence.

“I’ll cook us something,” she added when you didn’t immediately respond. You smirked.

“Do you want to cook?”

A laugh. “Not really, no.”

“Then, I’ll pick us up some Chinese on the way home.”

You could hear the excitement in her voice. “Oh! Can you get the potstickers?”

“Of course. Steamed not fried, with chicken not pork, and the ginger, sesame seed, soy dipping sauce on the side. Just the way you like it.”

“You know me so well, detka.”

“I try. I have to go and clean up a rich man’s mess. I love you.”

“One of these days, I’m going to put you in a maid’s uniform. It’ll be one of those slutty ones too, like what you see in anime? With as much cleaning Fury is having you do lately, I think you need a change in uniform.”

You smirked. “Don’t forget to buy the matching collar.”

“Now that is an idea,” she replied on a laugh. “I love you too. Be safe.”

“Yes ma’am. See you tonight.”

You ended the call and returned to the task at hand. Right as you webbed the doors and pulled them open with your strength, you heard the comm crackle to life in your ear.

“Y/n, I keep telling you to mute your comm when it concerns personal matters.” You smiled.

“And I keep telling you to not eavesdrop or you wouldn’t be as traumatized as you are. Besides, this isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever heard. Remember that time we all heard Yelena and Kate-”

“If you finish that sentence, I swear to god I’ll fire you,” Fury grumbled, the threat very much empty.

You couldn’t help the cackle that left you. Yelena and Kate thought it appropriate to have phone sex one day and they both forgot to shut off their comms. Fury was unable to mute the lines on his end so you, Natasha, and Bucky all heard what was said in excruciating detail. Bucky had turned an ugly shade of red before excusing himself. Natasha cackled the entire time, her phone out and recording what was being said before she sent it to both Yelena and Kate. Fury released a deep sigh before reaching beneath his desk and removing a shot glass and a bottle of tequila. He said that he was going to drink until the last few hours were completely scorched from his internal mainframe. It hadn’t worked. The only thing he successfully did was give himself a hangover that incapacitated him for two days. And you? Well, you grabbed a note pad and a pen from Fury’s desk and started scrawling notes. To say that the conversation you heard was colorful and informative was an understatement. There were things you heard that were definitely not a part of your sex ed curriculum when you were in high school. Later that night, you told Wanda what happened and what you learned. Then, you both decided to put your new knowledge to the test. It resulted in Wanda having some of the best orgasms of her life, and you sprinted into work the next day thanking Kate and Yelena profusely while they stared at you in horror. It took a month for the teasing to stop. It only did when Tony took a dick pic and sent it to the group chat and not to Pepper. Nick was a part of that chat, and when he saw it, he closed his one eye, sighed in defeat, and reached for the tequila bottle under his desk. He forwent the shot glass and wrapped his lips around the bottle instead, chugging mouthfuls at a time like the contents inside were water.

“I do like being employed,” you said.

“Then please do your job and go home to your girl.”

“Aye aye.”

You continued into the lab, the hallways just as pitch black as the floors were, and you moved silently. You listened intently and kept your guard up as you searched. So far, nothing was out of the ordinary, and you kept moving forward until you reached a reinforced metal door. You tried to enter the code Osborn provided, but the keypad would flash red and beep. You were about to contact Fury when you saw another means of entry. You shot a web at the vent and yanked the cover off before you webbed a line to pull yourself inside. You were only in there for a second before you removed another cover and dropped to the floor.

The lab you were in was massive, and it was completely wrecked. Electric panels had been ripped from various machines and the walls. Sparks of energy crackled and flew haphazardly to the ground before they fizzled out. Ripped wires and tubing hung from the ceiling. The white flashing of the alarms barely illuminated the space before you, but thanks to your enhanced vision, you weren’t having any problems. There were cracks and craters in the floors. As you looked around, you saw what looked to be a black rocked housed inside of a tank. The reinforced and impenetrable glass was cracked. Pieces of it were still breaking off and falling to the ground in sharp twinkles of sound. Something destroyed this place, and as you glanced back to the door you tried to enter from, you saw the deep indents of something strong and seemingly incorporeal in the metal of the door. It tried to batter its way out, the metal warped beyond repair.

“What do you see?” Fury asked after a while.

“It looks like someone released the Hulk in here.” You knew that Fury could hear the sparks flying from the demolished electronics in the room. “Beyond that, I am not seeing anything.”

You turned and looked towards the black rock. It was iridescent, shiny, and shimmering as it reflected what little light still shined on it. Something inside of you told you not to touch it.

“Any casualties?”

“No.”

Something shifted behind you. It’d been quick, just the sound of movement that had you spinning on your feet. You looked around and held your breath, the seconds passing by without you hearing anything else before you relaxed. Maybe it was a trick of your senses. The darkness coupled with the unexplained destruction you were seeing played with your nerves. You turned to leave, but you still remained vigilant.

“Sorry, Nick, but there’s nothing-”

Your words were suddenly cut off when you felt your spider senses tingle, and you were about to whirl back around when something wet and dense slammed onto your back. What would have been a retaliatory attack against whatever was on you, morphed into you gaining your footing, standing there, and staring around the lab with confusion. What just happened? That fleeting feeling of panic was there and gone in a flash, and a sudden feeling of being okay replaced whatever had gripped you at first. Your spider sense faded back to normal, and you reached behind your back to feel nothing but the smooth texture of your suit. Nothing was out of place, and you furrowed your eyebrows. The more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t remember why you were so ready to attack in the first place.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

You looked around once more, before turning to leave. “Yeah, I’m good. I almost tripped over something, I think. Osborn must be getting sloppy in his old age, but there’s nothing down here anymore. Whatever was in here must have escaped.”

“Okay, return to the compound, debrief, and go home.”

“Understood.”

You started to make your way back out, but had you been able to see what happened on your back, you would have seen the last few remnants of black soak into your body before it disappeared from sight altogether.

Part 2

#ladies of marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #reader insert #x reader #fem!#spidey!reader #venom!reader #graphic depictions of injuries #graphic depictions of violence #angst #so much angst #fluff #smut #violence #blood #feelings #lgbtqia

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itsagentromanoff · 2 years

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People: Letitia Wright honored her late friend Chadwick Boseman at Wednesday night's Black Panther: Wakanda Forever premiere. 🤍Observant fans noticed Wright's look resembled that of the now-iconic Givenchy Couture suit that Boseman wore to the 2018 Academy Awards.

#chadwick boseman #t’challa #black panther: wakanda forever #black Panther #shuri #wakanda forever #rip chadwick boseman #givenchy #letitia wright

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szagaloree · 1 year

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Like ice

Dom! Fem x m’baku x t’challa

Consists: size kink/belly bulge/ throat bulge/daddy&mommy kink/ foreplay/anal kink/breeding kink/ pain kink/ rough play/ degrading kink/overstimulation/ and cum kink (just when a person is covered in loads of cum I can’t think of the name of the kink😭)

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M’baku and t’challa have been discussing their plan to get their girl to literally take control of both of them, yea both! Even M’baku this was his idea first, knowing M’baku intimidating nature he IS dominant, t’challa he’s a mix of both, but to think M’baku would be submissive with his girl is kinda wow. During the day both the men were very busy, of course due to them both being king’s they are working, she was left to do her own thing but the thing is she had nothing to do, she was completely bored.

She groans laying in her bed tossing and turning and flipping, she looks at the time and she only had two hours left till her boys come home. She was so anxious and ready for them to come home to her, by the time it came it’s been two hours after and she was irritated, where were they?! She taps her kimoyo beads calling M’baku but he didn’t answer nor did t’challa and there what pisses her off is when they don’t answer. Once she walks down the steps she hears a deep chuckle coming from the hallway “oh my little snowflake,” M’baku said, “M’baku where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for you both-" she stops when t’challa walks out the darkness as well with a smirk on his face, something told her it was a set up, “you’ve been waiting hm?” He spoke “yes I have! You’re both late!” She scolds but their smirk never left their face.

“Well… maybe our beautiful babygirl can give us a good punishment for being late,”t’challa said, her eyes go wide looking at both of you, “w-what are you talking about?” She asks, “oh you know exaactly what we’re talking about,” M’baku smirked walking up to her taunting her, her breath bitches which is something he always does to her, “we want our babygirl to take control, hmph… it seems this is the right occasion for it,” t’challa spoke leaning into her neck.

“You want me to take control?” She asks.

They both nodded, “we do what mommy says eh?” M’baku asked t’challa he chuckles nodding “mhm” she quirks a brow feeling a smirk come up on her face as the confidence rises, “hmph what should I do with the both of you?” She tilts her head, M’baku grabs her waist kissing her neck but she pushes him away a little “you don’t get to touch me, boys who are late don’t deserve it,” she said, she glances at the stairs “bedroom” she said and they waisted no time with that heading straight up to the bedroom. Once they got up into the bedroom she smirks “clothes off” she demanded, they begin stripping of their clothing, staring deeply at her, their hard erects got her attention boy did she love it, their size makes her legs shrivel everytime.

“Why do you insist on being late hm? I would love to hear this,” she spoke kissing along M’baku’s chest, “a last meeting popped up, we couldn’t miss it,” t’challa said “but couldn’t answer my call hm what a shame,” she grabs t’challa hard dick making him walk closer to her, she strokes his erect making hum from the feeling, his eyes close as he leans his head back, she didn’t want to leave M’baku out on the phone “strip me of my clothes M’baku,” she tells him, he waisted no time taking off her close he rips her favorite panties off making her suck her teeth slaps his arm “that was my favorite,” she said “I can but you a hundred more,” he said.

I continue to stroke t’challa, while nibbling at m’baku’s lips, he grunts needy as he kisses her lustfully she kisses back, stroking t’challa faster “ohhh mommy-ughh” t’challa grunts, she pulls away dropping down to her knees, she flicks her tongue on M’baku’s tip staring up at him, “oh baby” he mumbles, she brings both of them closer to her face flicking her tongue in the middle so the sides of her tongue touches the their tips, she takes m’baku’s dick first swallowing him whole, did i forget to mention she barley has a gag reflex, she moans deep throating him leaving him on cloud nine.

He grunted grabbing her hair guiding her to go faster till she slaps his hand away, giving him that warning glare he pouted but that pout turned into a moan soon after. T’challa’s hips thrusted eagerly wanting his turn, she pulls away with ‘pop’ looking into t’challa’s dark eyes “you want your turn baby boy hm?” He nodded immediately “yes mommy,ughhh” he groans she plays with his tip,”lays your ass on the bed,” she said to m’baku she stood up as m’baku lays on the bed, staring at her ass he begins stroking himself to relief some of the tension ins his body, “Aht aht i didn’t say you can stroke yourself,” she said he grunted knowing it irked his nerve, she chuckles “is that attitude I hear?” He huffs “no mommy,” he says, she walks around the bed crawling over to him till her pussy was right in front of him, as he goes to pick she pulls up “you don’t get to eat yet, since you wanna have a attitude,” she said, she grabs t’challa’s waist pulling him closer to give him head, meanwhile m’baku’s member keeps poking at her chest, “please let me eat… fuck” he grunted, “you wannna eat it?” She looks back “mhmm,” she then goes to sit on his face and boy that man went to town devouring her.

“Ouuu fuck yess-eat this pussy baby mmm” She moans rolling her hips as his tongue swirls around clit. She’s stares up at T’challa with a smirk, “mommy please touch me,” he pleaded, his needy eyes said it, she moans taking him in her mouth, she swirls her tongue engulfing his girth in tight throat, he leans his head back moaning the vibrations from her moaning because of m’baku made him almost cum, “mmm fuck yesss… awww-bast!” She squealed m’baku slaps her ass squeezing it. “I’m bout to cum baku, mmm-you betta make me cum,” she whimpered, he pulled her down farther sucking and licking till she cummed on his tongue, she moans and moves out the way “since t’challa didn’t get nun he goes first, go sit down and be a good boy and stroke yourself,” she said.

He did as told sitting down with big thigh spread apart, stroking his big member t’challa pushes me down smacking my ass “hmm, this dom you is not so bad, it’s intriguing,” he smirks “you both told me to take control, shouldn’t be expecting anything less,” she said confidently “ohh this dominant her is torturing, mmm how I want to demolish that pussy you got,” M’baku spoke, she gasps when t’challa’s member slides in thanks to her wetness. “Oh fuck daddy! Mmm yes fuck me goood,” she moans, his hip thrusts hard with no remorse, he wanted her to feel every single bit of him, he grabs her neck pulling her upwards. “Babyyy fuck-you feel so good in my pussy-yesss!” She yells, she stares at m’baku stroking himself even faster, “daddy! I know you wanna cum, come here,” she moans m’baku stood up stroking faster as his grunts get louder and harder, “yess yes yess!” She yelled she opens her mouth for him allowing his seed to spill in to her mouth he pulls away a little to let his cum spill over he face, he bites down on his lip looking down at her cum covered face, “ohhh-t’challa! Please I’m gonna cum,” that man went faster catching her off guard, “look at you taking his dick, I wonder if you can take two,” m’baku smirked mischievously, he stands up fully as t’challa pulls out.

She whines as she looks back at him they switched sides and this t’challa got on the bed and brought her on top of him, M’baku’s thumb rubs circles around her right hole making her whimper, “uhhhnnn stop teasing me baku” she whines, t’challa grips her cheeks spreading them wide for m’baku, m’baku grabs the lub lubricating his dick before aligning himself to go inside, but he teased by poking at her “baku” she said looking back at him wanting him to stop.

He chuckles slowly going in her, she let outs mute gasp feeling his thick member stretch her all the way out right after t’challa stretched her pussy out, she couldn’t get nothing out but broken whimpers, “ughhh! FUCK!” M’baku grunted he slaps her “you’re doing to good my love.. look at you, taking our dicks like a good girl,” t’challa gives her kisses, tears fill her eyes when both of them started fucking her st the same flow, the pleasure and high she was feeling was over the top. Her eyes went back, mind going into a daze when the pleasure reaches her limit she screamed clenching t’challa’s arm and the covers “I can take it I caannnt! Fuck y’all are so big-uhhhh!” She ends up creaming leaving t’challa grunting sucking on her neck “you are taking us so good mami, being s good fucking slut” M’baku slaps her as hard, M’baku grunts said he filled her up with his seed.

His thigh twitch as her overcome his high, t’challa was still going, she felt like she was going to pass out at any second the way they had her overstimulated, “please cum-p-please please!” She begs and that’s what he did, he deeply kisses her while m’baku planted love bites on her skin, “I…I can’t feel my pussy,” she stutters out of breath “nor my ass fuck” M’baku chuckles, t’challa pulls out “I think it’s time we have our futures royalties to our heir come,” he said, “I’m not on the pill so you getting what you wish for,” t’challa smirk standing up holding me up.

“I won’t be able to even stand up no more,” she mumbled. “M’baku can carry you around,” t’challa said while m’baku snickers as he pecks her lips.

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believe me - shuri x reader

A/N: IM SO SORRY I HAVENT WRITTEN A DECENT STORY IN SO LONG!! LIFE HAS JUST BEEN REALLY HAYWIRE FOR ME RECENTLY, BUT HEY I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING!!

also heads up the reader is poc (obviously) but has a white father… BUT YOU BEST BELIEVE SHE MOCKS WHITE PEOPLE ALL THE TIME

i feel like at this point all the reader inserts in my stories have tony as their dad but a black/poc mom, and i kinda love the idea of tony simping for a woman of colour so we’re going with this

this story takes place about 2 years after wakanda forever

“i just get a bad vibe from her,” you ranted to riri as you did your hair for the day. your braids weren’t co-operating so you just decided to throw them up into low space buns.

“are you sure this ain’t just jealousy?” she asked and you snapped your head to your phone which was placed on your vanity.

“no! of course not! i just get a bad vibe from that mara chick,”

“maya,” riri corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“yeah yeah whatever. the bitch is on to something. i’m telling you. besides. shuri is my best friend. i’m allowed to be protective over her.”

“right. and the fact that you confessed your feelings to shuri 3 months ago and the fact that she rejected you, has nothing to do with this. obviously,” you sneered at the girl staring back at you. riri had the habit of being way too honest sometimes. but you knew she meant well.

and technically, she wasn’t lying. you’d known shuri since your dad, tony stark, took you to meet t’challa. you were about 15 back then, and about 20 when your dad sacrificed his life to save the universe. as a symbol of goodwill and gratitude, t’challa invited you to move to wakanda, and you accepted the offer.

you became best friends with shuri since the day you met her. as predicted, you fell in love with her rapidly. after a lot of convincing from riri, you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings to her.

*flashback brought to you by riri’s speakers that okoye so graciously sliced in half*

you cleared your throat to get shuri’s attention. as always, she was in her lab, tinkering away on some invention of hers.

she raised her head to look at you. “hey, what’s up?”

“i need to talk to you. alone,” shuri nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you up the stairs of her lab to her ‘break room’ where you could have some more privacy.

“what bothers you?”

your pulse was racing. your heart was pounding. you thought to yourself: i’ve made it this far. i can do this.

“shuri, i have to confess something. i’m in love with you. i have been for a really long time. and i was so terrified to tell you. but i realised that i couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, but i just needed you to know.”

you looked up to make eye contact with shuri. her eyes showed shock, surprise, and then something you dreaded.

pity.

you knew the idea of her liking you was absolutely ridiculous. but seeing her look at you like that just felt as if someone ripped your heart out and tore it into a million shreds.

“i’m sorry y/n, but i don’t feel the same about you. and i guess i forgot to tell you that i… have a girlfriend,”

goddamnit it!

you didn’t say anything. you wanted to talk. but you just couldn’t. your throat just closed up. so you did what you thought was best, and just bolted out of the room. you could hear shuri call for you, but you didn’t have the heart to look back. you just ran, and went back to your apartment, and cried your eyes out.

*end of flashback*

you shook your head, trying to rid your mind of that memory. somehow, you and shuri still remained friends. she said that things didn’t have to be awkward between you both. it was sweet that she wanted the friendship to stay the same, but insensitive at the same time. i mean, how can she expect you to just move on like that?!

either way, you said goodbye to riri and gathered your things, leaving your apartment to head to the lab. you worked in weapon design, but today you were most likely to help with assembling as the lab was short staffed today.

you sighed as you walked into the lab, smiling at the dora milaje outside and making your way towards your station, where a bunch of your unfinished works lay taunting you.

you cracked your knuckles and hit play on your lab playlist, shrugging off your jacket as you grabbed a screwdriver. you spent the next hour or so fixing up the first project before moving on to the second one. you were, how you say, ‘in the zone’. your day was going very productive, until your focus was interrupted by a fit of giggles.

“baby, stop,” a voice giggled out. you didn’t need to turn around to see who it was.

maya. the girlfriend who you just didn’t like.

“i can’t help it, usana. i just love you so much,” shuri spoke and then you heard them kissing. the thought itself made you wanna throw up.

“yeah okay i can’t take more of this,” you said and turned up the volume. ‘girls in the hood’ by megan thee stallion blasted in the lab as you lifted a hammer, trying to fix up the piece of vibranium you needed to finish off the modified spear you were making.

“y/n, hey!” shuri said as she walked up to you, turning down the volume of your music to be able to talk to you better.

“hi shuri,” your gaze stayed on the hammer, not wanting to look at her.

she cleared her throat. “so… what you working on?”

“the modified spear. if i can build it right, this one should be able to electrocute people when wielded. the blueprints look great, but i didn’t realise how tedious it would be to build this stupid thing,” you huffed out and shuri laughed. god, you loved her laugh.

“anyways, i wanted to ask if you were coming to the party this saturday?” you looked up at her in confusion.

“maya wanted to throw one. she thinks i need to let loose more,” shuri sighed, “i need a friend there to help me get through the night,”

you laughed at the image of shuri pushing her way through the crowded dance floor. she hated crowds like that.

“yeah, for sure, i’ll be there. i’ll drag riri too,”

shuri cheered and you smiled at her stupid antics. you talked to each other for a few more minutes until you were disrupted.

“hi, my love,” maya looped her arms around shuri’s waist and stared at her with a look of ‘adoration’. you could easily tell it was fake, but shuri looked really happy and you didn’t want to ruin it for her.

“hello maya,” you sneered out and managed to shoot her a fake smile. she returned it. “i hope you’re coming to the party i’m throwing?”

“wouldn’t miss it,” you grimaced. she chucked and looked you up and down. “i hope you dress well this time,” this bitch had a fucking death wish to talk to you like that. the only thing stopping you from yeeting your wrench at her face was that shuri was right in front of you.

“anyways, if you’ll excuse me, i really need to finish this,” you ushered maya away. shuri frowned at your behaviour but understood that you had work to do and left as well. before you knew it, the day ended and you were on your way back home.

you changed into some pyjamas and made a sandwich for dinner, not having the energy to make something too elaborate. just as you were about to take the first bite, your phone rang. you groaned and answered the call.

“bitch who takes so long to pick up a call?!” riri’s voice bursted from the phone.

“i was eating dinner,” you mumbled, eating your sandwich.

“okay, listen. summer break starts tomorrow and shuri asked me to come to wakanda for the month. i’m obviously gonna be living with you the entire time,”

“duh,”

“oh and before i forget! she told me about some party maya’s throwing this weekend?!” you rolled your eyes at the mention of her name.

“yeah, i really don’t wanna go but i don’t have a choice,”

“i still don’t get why you hate maya so much. i’ve texted her a couple times and she seems really nice.” you gasped dramatically in mock betrayal.

“dude i don’t really know how to explain it. it’s just… you know when you meet someone and they act nice to you but you can kinda tell that they’re faking it? it’s something like that. i’m telling you, she doesn’t actually love shuri. she’s just using her. but obviously i can’t go tell shuri about this without sounding crazy. so i need to gather evidence,”

“evidence?! girl this ain’t no damn cop show!”

“you trust me, right?” you asked your friend.

riri sighed. “of course i do. i always do. i just think that you might be blowing this out of proportion a little bit. it’s completely plausible that maya is a normal girl that shuri is into. and honestly, it’s a little unhealthy for you to fixate on this so much.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“you’ve been ranting about how ‘evil’ maya secretly is. but has she ever actually done something shady? besides, you’re supposed to be getting over shuri. planning on how to prove maya is a bitch— which she isn’t— isn’t gonna help. you have to move on. you have to let her go.”

“look, i get where you’re coming from. but i promise you, this isn’t jealousy. yeah, shuri rejected me. and yeah, it hurt a lot. but above all of that, she’s one of my best friends. and i want her to be safe. my gut is telling me that maya is not what she seems like. and i have to tell that to shuri, but i gotta find some dirt on her to prove it.”

riri rolled her eyes again. “if you don’t stop this crazy talk…”

“i just care about shuri. i want her to be happy, and we both know a shady girlfriend isn’t gonna help with that.”

eventually riri got fed up and just yelled, “okay fine fine! if you shut up about her for the rest of the week, we can keep a close eye on her at that party. as long as you stop hyper-fixating on this every second of the damn day,”

you cheered as riri laughed. both of you talked for a while longer until you hung up to go to sleep.

*one week later*

it was the night of the party and you and riri were in your room, getting ready together.

riri picked out a sparkly white tank top and some wide legged jeans, while you picked a sparkly black dress with full sleeves that stopped mid thigh. both of you did each others makeup and took a billion pictures before getting in a cab to go to the party venue.

maya decided to host the party at club purple, which she happened to own. you’d been there a couple times before, and knew that the third floor of the building was off limits for everyone else. you figured that if maya was hiding something, it would probably be there, seeing as she didn’t even let shuri enter that floor.

you and riri soon made it to the club and got inside, instantly spotting shuri and maya talking to some other people. you made a beeline to shuri and gave her a hug.

okay so technically speaking you weren’t fully over shuri, but hey, who’s asking?

“yay, you made it!” shuri smiled at you and then moved to hug riri.

“oh i love your outfit riri,” maya looked her up and down and shot her a smile. riri seemed to have bought it but you knew it was fake. you talked to them for a few minutes before maya left to greet some other guests.

you, shuri, and riri were sitting at this booth in one of the farther edges of the club. it was relatively secluded, but you could still hear the loud bass of the music. it was the perfect place to talk.

“so, riri, how’s college going?”

“oh well my last year starts in like 3 months, and then i have an internship at stark industries which starts in july, so i’m super psyched for that,” riri smiled.

you all continued to talk about your lives, while waitresses kept bringing you drinks and a couple snacks.

(a/n: i’ve literally never been to a club so i’m making this shit up, sry if it’s not accurate)

“these are courtesy of the owner,” the waitress winked at riri and walked away. you looked at your friend as she smiled sheepishly and shrunk into her seat.

“oh my god, i think she’s into you,” you laughed as riri dismissed you with a wave of her hand.

“no, no, club girls just like that,”

“bitch don’t be stupid! go talk to her, shuri and i will be fine here,” you ushered riri to go meet the waitress, leaving you and shuri alone.

“so,” you turned to look at shuri. “you having fun?” she rolled her eyes in annoyance and you laughed.

“shut up, you know i hate clubs,”

“i honestly don’t get why you dislike them so much. they can be pretty fun,”

“i don’t get what’s fun about paying 15 dollars for one drink and then dancing with a bunch of strangers and ending the night by crying in a disgusting bathroom,”

you laughed at her oversimplification of clubbing.

“well, when you’re with the right people, club nights aren’t that bad. unless you’re with a dirty skank who ditches you the moment you get here,” you said and took a large sip of your drink.

shuri looked taken aback and slightly offended at your answer. “was that a dig at maya?”

“what?! no,” you scoffed and tried to hide your lie. shuri knew something was up with you.

“is there something you want to tell me, y/n? something about maya?”

you sighed. maybe trying to talk to shuri might help you.

oh god. you were SO wrong.

“look, it’s not that i don’t like maya. she seems pretty alright. i just get a bad vibe from her,” you mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t hear you. but alas! for the heart shaped herb blessed her with enhanced hearing.

“why do you dislike her? and don’t tell me you don’t, cause i catch the way you glare at her whenever she comes nearby. she’s just trying to get along with you,” you could tell that shuri was starting to get pissed off. you didn’t wanna fight with her, especially at the club her girlfriend owns. so you tried to be as nice as your drunk ass could be.

“shuri, i’m your best friend! it’s my job to be wary of the people you surround yourself with. i’m just trying to keep you safe,”

“safe? oh please, you’re just jealous that i love maya and not you,” she spat out.

ouch. that stung.

at that point, you decided to just give up. clearly, shuri wasn’t going to believe you. so why bother?

you grabbed your purse with your phone and stormed off. maybe shuri tried to call for you. maybe she didn’t. you couldn’t hear much anyways as the club music blasted through your ears. you moved to a part of the club where shuri wouldn’t be able to see you. you managed to glance at riri who was talking to the waitress from earlier. you smiled at the sight.

at least one of us is having fun tonight.

you started moving your body to the beat of the music. the alcohol finally affected you as you lost the burning sensation in your heart. a girl came up to you and began to dance with you. you thought, ‘ah what the hell’ and danced with her. for a moment, you forgot about all of it. maya. shuri. everything. you lost yourself in the music and whined your hips, slowly stopping your movements when you saw maya stealthily walking up to the elevator and going to the third floor.

now, a normal person would just forget about it and continue dancing. maybe get another drink. some food. hell, a normal person might’ve even decided that they partied enough and would’ve left to go back home.

but you weren’t normal. not at all.

so you did what you originally planned to do. you left the dance floor and followed maya to the third floor, trying your best to avoid all the guards littered everywhere. she turned to go to another side of the floor, but you unfortunately didn’t see that and so you began to investigate.

somehow, you sobered up fast and your feet led you to the room at the farthest end of the hallway. the door was, surprisingly, unlocked which in hindsight was not a good sign, but then again, you were too invested to catch maya than to care about that.

the room wasn’t brightly lit, so you used your phone torch to see better. you saw a drawing board with a bunch of papers about shuri, her inventions, her security passwords, her secrets.

you took a picture of that before turning to the computer in front of you. you opened it up and it asked for a password or touch ID. you sighed and looked around the room, when you spotted some tape and a bookshelf with one book popping out. you looked at the title: beginners guide to hacking into servers.

you chuckled to yourself. holy shit, i was right all along.

there was an ink stain with a few fingerprints surrounding it. she must’ve tried to clean it up and made the stain worse by accident. you took a small piece of tape, put it over the fingerprint, and gently peeled it off. then, you moved the tape to the pad of the computer for the touch ID, and it unlocked the device.

there were multiple folders and they were all messy and disorganised, but a few caught your eye.

there was one folder titled ‘work’. you opened it and were welcomed with a billion documents. one of them titled ‘wakandan weaponry database’.

turns out, the file had tons of classified information that other countries could’ve used to take down wakanda. it was filled to the brim with details about wakanda’s army, their architecture, and ‘potential spots to attack’.

your gut instinct was right. maya was bad news. she was trying to harm the country you loved so dearly. the country where your love resides. but why? what was her motive?

quickly taking pictures of all those documents, you shut the laptop and got up from the desk, rummaging around to try and find maya’s real identity.

unfortunately, your ‘snooping around session’ was cut short.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

JDHDNSHSHSYSWH I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS

should i make a tag list for part 2?

#shuri x reader #black panther #wakanda forever #shuri #letitia wright #i don’t like maya #this took so long to write #i hope you guys liked it #queen of simps does it again

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“I wanna win this trophy!”

Headcannons/ Drabbles

Is she competitive?

Ramonda

Ramonda is surprisingly very competitive.

Her competitiveness mostly shows with random things that aren’t really important.

You noticed it while you were dating, but you only got a proper glimpse of how bad it can get years after you got married, when a simple game of cards at a family function nearly ripped some of your relationships with your relatives apart.

If she has to work with a team to win something, she can get a bit carried away, which is why everyone prefers to let her work alone.

If you two are in a team she’ll make it known that she wants to win and you need to play to your best ability.

Though you absolutely love her, you can only take small doses of competitive Ramonda.

In the rare case that you team up with her in a competitive event, nobody is off limits.

This includes your kids.

“Ramonda I have no clue what that’s supposed to be.”

“Yes you do! Look at it properly, Y/n!”

You squinted at the picture that Ramonda was trying to draw, searching through your brain for any memory of anything remotely close to looking like it.

“Oh wait. I think I have it! It’s… a crown.” you declared proudly.

“Nooo!”

Just then the timer for 1 minute went off, telling you that your time was up.

You grew relieved knowing that the pressure was no longer on you to guess what she was attempting to draw. That was until you saw your wife’s face.

“What was it?” Shuri asked, clearly also stumped.

“It. Was. A. Chandelier.” Ramonda said through gritted teeth.

Instantly a round of laughter went through the room, T’Challa being the only one at least trying to pretend that he wasn’t laughing.

“What?” Ramonda asked.

“Mother, that looked like anything but a chandelier.”

That got another chuckle out of you, prompting you to give Shuri a high-five.

Ramonda dismissed all of you, rolling her eyes as she went back to her seat. When she sat down next to you, she leaned towards you, placing her hand on the side of her mouth to block the kids, her competitors, from seeing what she was saying.

“Sthandwa sam. You know I love being your partner in all sorts of challenges, I really do. But you are not working hard enough on this.” she whispered.

“Ramonda. My love. It’s a game. Let the kids win for once.”

“No. I want that trophy!” she pointed to the makeshift trophy that you’d been using for game nights since Shuri had made it when she was 5.

It held sentimental value to the both of you, but it was far worth anything after that fact.

Ramonda made it seem like the grand prize of the century, much like any other insignificant prizes that were offered during competitions.

You stared at her, locking eyes. A sort of staring competition began between the two of you, another regular occurrence between the two of you during times of competition.

Ramonda held her ground, not budging off of her statement.

After what seemed like forever, you relented. Throwing your hands up in defeat.

“T’Challa. I’m going to need you to trade partners with me.”

Ramonda gasped “Are you serious!?”

“Ma, no! Why can’t Shuri trade with you?! “ T’Challa whined.

“T’Challa you know Shuri and your mother being in the same team would only cause more trouble in this already terrible match. Let's even the odds.”

Seeing that he was still hesitant, you went on, “Remember what happened when we played Monopoly that one time?”

He shivered at the memory.

“All the screams. All the tears.” you said with wide eyes.

“That was years ago. Shuri was much smaller then. She can handle herself now.” he argued.

Now , you mimicked Ramonda, whispering with your mouth covered, “Just do it so we can be done with this game.”

Not pleased, but knowing what needed to be done, he traded seats with you, gaining a shocked expression from Ramonda.

‘What a relief.’ you thought.

#queen ramonda #ramonda #thoughts that might turn into stories #queen ramonda fluff #queen ramonda x female reader #queen ramonda x reader #ramonda drabbles #ramonda headcannons #x female reader #x reader insert #x black reader

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Stupid Sunshine

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Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff and also kind romantic

Warnings: Mention of T'Challa's death, slight depression, anxiety and panic

Wordcount: 1470

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Summary: At T'Challa's funeral Shuri realized how serious it was and it gave you a ton of flashbacks. You take care of her during her panic and a mental breakdown PLUS you do her hair.

A/n: Be prepared for a little pain, hrhr. Idk, I'm a sucker for Shuri lately and I'm so grateful that I know at least a little that is needed for stories about her, thanks to my girlfriend atp.

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She cried her heart out, one hand of her mother on her right arm and another hand on her left arm which belonged to her dear lover.

Neither Ramonda nor you were able to speak and so you had to guide Shuri through this mental breakdown without words. Tears rolled over her cheeks like the rivers flow through Wakanda and they weren’t stopping.

Heavy sobs came from her mouth and her hands were folded in front of her, crying for her brother and for dear Bast.

Her sobs were heart-breaking, you couldn’t deny it.

Even though you had a hand on her, she felt her knees buckle and while the casket of T’Challa got lifted up into a jet, her legs went numb and she fell to the ground, heavily crying and burying her face in the dirt beneath her.

Today was the day she was finally able to show people how much she’s hurting without her brother, that something took him from her and her heart is breaking every day a little more.

Until this day her nights were full of bad dreams, nightmares and sleep paralysis and every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.

His wide smile and how he called her Sisi all the time, his voice echoed through her head all the time.

There were nights where she would rip her hair out in fear of falling asleep.

Or nights where she would stay in the lab for 72 hours straight, only caffein, even no food.

You were worried, the hell were you worried.

You clenched your jaw when thinking of that memory, months ago.

She was on her way to her room, told everyone that she would go to sleep. That she tried to choke herself during a paralysis right in the moment you walked through the door of her quarters wasn’t a plan.

You had those dreams once too and yet you didn’t know how to wake her. The only idea was sitting next to her, gripping her hand tightly and putting it on your thigh and away from her own throat.

You gently stroke her hair, played with the coils that hung slightly in her face, slightly wet from her excessive sweating.

A silent “No. No.” escaped from her lips while she tugged on your thigh and gasped for air.

“I’m sorry!” she whispered, started crying and that was the moment you knew-

“Shuri.”

You called out and grabbed her by the waist to turn her around.

Didn’t wake her up.

“Hey Shuri, I’m here.”

You shook her.

Didn’t wake her up.

The last idea contained a splash of water so you hurried to the bathroom, drenched a washing cloth in the cold wetness, returned to the princess and wrung out the cloth just above her face. The contact with the cold water woke her up and she shot up from laying into a sitting position.

Those tears were still in her eyes and the dried streaks of the ones she shed reflected the light off of her gorgeous skin.

The way she held eye-contact with you, so intense, so right in front of her safety-wall crumbling that you had goosebumps.

She’s broken right now and in this moment, there was no energy left for her to hide it. You offered a hug and she gladly took it, snuggling close to you and wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m here. It’s okay usana, I’m here.”

She only sniffled and shifted closer to you.

And now she was laying in front of you, crying her heart out while everyone around her celebrated. You kneeled down next to her and did the exact same thing you did back then, that night.

Gentle strokes over her head and her face while she could feel your knee on her back.

“Sthandwa sami, I’m here. Look at me.”

Your words slowly sunk into her mind and she turned around to take a look at you, almost the same expression on her face like back then.

Slow nods.

You held out your hand for her to take and once again she gladly took it and sat back up, thanks to your support.

“Let us go home, please” she pleaded and didn’t let go of your hand with which you pulled her up, into your arms. “You able to walk, love?” Your voice wasn’t more than a whisper and if she wouldn’t be next to you, she probably would’ve missed it but you didn’t want others to really hear your conversations.

She didn’t like it when others saw her “weak side”, that’s what she told you long ago. Another nod and a tight grip on your arm showed you that she indeed was ready to walk back to the palace, avoiding bigger crowds.

When the two of you arrived you pulled her up into you and carried her the few steps up into her rooms. After arriving there, you searched for some more comfortable clothes than the formal dress she was wearing right now.

When you were done looking into her closet you decided on a loose top and some shorts which you placed on her bed and helped her out of the white fabric.

You could’ve taken a look at her beautiful, naked skin but in that state you didn’t. Placing a soft kiss on Shuri’s shoulder and rubbing her arms, you brought her into the bathroom and prepared a cozy and warm bath for her with bubbles and a nice massage.

She leaned back and started feeling at ease when you undid her cornrows, started shampooing and massaging her scalp and detangling her hair as those words slipped past her lips.

“Am I being too sensitive?”

You were shook, once again.

“No, you’re not. I know your heart hurts and there’s nothing to make this feeling go away.”

You tried to reassure her to which she nodded.

“Now everyone always belittles me after he left.”

“I don’t think it’s because they want to be rude, I just think that people want to give you the time to heal, show you they’re okay with you not always being happy.”

She sighed. “Sounds logical.”

The conversation ended and you rinsed her hair, applied some leave-in conditioner and twisted it, you passed her the shorts and top for her to hop into. After searching and finding her bonnet you grabbed some water from the nightstand and passed her the glass.

“You cried, your body needs hydration, usana.” You explained and for the first time this evening – she chuckled.

“You’re right.” And drank the entire glass in one sip.

While you took the glass and went to set it aside on a dresser, Shuri started talking, more than then whole entire day.

“Why don’t you think I’m weak? You took care of me the whole time, I think if I were in your position I’d be so damn annoyed-“

And you laughed at her words.

“Shuri-“ You cupped her face.

“You’re so- so, so stupid, sunshine.”

And then a look of confusion plastered her face.

“What?”

“You always think the worst of yourself. But the fact that you couldn’t stand all these things without at least a bit of mental support stands stronger than your opinion.” You laughed so hard that your hair bounced from side to side.

“You’re so precious. Also I promised your mother and your brother to take good care of you.”

Redness appeared on Shuri’s face due to the compliment when she admired her hair in the mirror.

“Ngiyakuthanda” she said and touched her hair curiously. (I love you)

“But I’m tired.” The girl smiled and her back touched the soft mattress but also looked at you desperately.

“Join me, sthandwa. Please.”

And those beautiful brown eyes shone bright, those eyes that you could never deny the even smallest wish. So you went and lay down next to her while she cuddle up to your side, resting her face in the crook of your neck.

With heavy breathes she took in your scent and played with the brim of your shirt until she

- for the first time –

drifted off into a peaceful slumber and her snoring later on made you fall asleep too.

It was the first night for Shuri without any nightmares.

You loved the genius and there was yet nothing that would make you care less for her. Every day and every night she fights her own demons and still keeps her head up most of the time, there was no way you couldn’t love her. She is everything people look for in partners and here you were, having the most amazing girl by your side that could exist. You pecked her forehead for the last time that night, wrapped your arms around her and let her take a full cycle of sleep.

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